“That I had noticed that the winding trail along the face of the cliff had been blocked up where the rocks had fallen below, and also that it would readily be reached by lariats from here, and we would find a way to rescue them.”
“You’ll do it, Massa Bill, and I kin see now, sah, dat a few lariats tied together will reach de old trail yonder.”
“We can blast the rocks out that fell and choked up the trail, and we can bring that whole outfit out of that valley, though it may take us a week, perhaps longer, to do so.
“I will write them what to do.”
Another note was written and thrown down as before.
Captain John Hill himself picked it up, and his voice reached those on the cliff:
“God bless you, Buffalo Bill.”
“If you will spare us some powder, we can blast this end clear.”
“There is another pass farther along, which you can blast out down to the trail.”
“Good!”