“Speak for yourself, pard, for I’m about scared silly this blessed minute.”
Lone Star laughed.
“Listen!” he said. “I thought we would have more of it, for hear that dog join in the quartet, only I don’t like the music—ah! here comes the chief.”
Buffalo Bill just then came out into the corridor.
“Well, pards, we are having a serenade, I hear. But it is time for you to turn in, just twelve, and I’ll watch here, while Haskell stands by the outer door; but remain on duty until I return from seeing Texas Jack.”
“Do you mean any one can sleep, chief, with this going on?”
“Yes, Frank. We were not born in the woods to be scared by an owl,” was the answer, and Buffalo Bill left the corridor and met Winfield, and the other two men who were to go on guard.
They were Haskell and Broncho Rawlings, and both of them were very nervous, for they had heard the weird sounds echoing through the hacienda.
“Winfield, you and the others come with me to where Texas Jack and Pinto Paul are on duty, and we will see if they have been disturbed by these outlaws playing ghosts.”
On they walked and found Texas Jack having as much trouble to soothe Pinto Paul as he had to keep the cattle quiet.