The camp now came into view, a stoutly built log cabin, with door and shutters of hewn timber, and a shed along the front.
It was near the spring, was sheltered by the overhanging cliffs and the pines, and, winter or summer, was a safe and comfortable retreat.
“De people built de cabin, Massa Bill; put it up fer dere provisions, which dey kept here, ter keep from going back to de valley, sah, every night, and dey only all went on Sundays.”
“So you did find your camp, eh?” said Buffalo Bill to the two men, and he made them fast to a tree, back to back.
Then he spread the negro’s blanket for him upon the pine straw, and said:
“Now, you lie down there, while I reconnoiter this camp, which is a very snug affair, I see.”
The two prisoners muttered oaths, the black lay down at full length, and Buffalo Bill threw open the door of the cabin and the shutters, which gave light within.
It was a large cabin, and there were a number of bunks in it along the rear wall.
There were shelves, too, with provisions, and a table, cooking utensils, weapons, and picks, shovels, axes, and hatchets.