“But I now know dat dese gemmens blowed up dat cliff on purposse, sah, dat dey might git all de gold what was found in de cañon and keep it. But, Massa Bill, dem poor people in de valley was same as in jail, for dey couldn’t git out.”
“These four men did prepare that powder mine to blow off the edge of that cliff and keep those people in the valley, which you call lost, and they were a lost people as well.”
Standing on the very edge of the precipice, Buffalo Bill began to watch the cliffsides with his glass.
“Try and make them see you, Bill,” said the scout.
The negro fired his rifle, and gave a loud halloo.
Many faces were upturned at once, women and children were seen running here and there, and a wild cheer arose as the negro was recognized.
The scene was a startling one, for the people in the valley were wild with joy.
Writing with a pencil upon several pages of his notebook, Buffalo Bill put them in his handkerchief, wrapped it around a large stone, and tossed it down into the valley. There was a wild rush for it at once.
“I told them that we were here, planning to get them out of their valley.