CHAPTER XXXVII.
A DEAD GHOST.
Out of the hacienda came Texas Jack and the others, while, springing before the entrance, Buffalo Bill called out soothingly to the cattle, the other scouts doing the same as they came out.
There was a moment of suspense, but then the herd calmed down, as all the scouts, thoroughly trained cattlemen, began to sing to them.
Then Texas Jack went to the aid of Buffalo Bill, calling out as he advanced:
“Winfield stands guard with several men in the hacienda, and I came to see who fired that shot, chief.”
“I did. There is a dead ghost lying yonder, and I hope it will end this fool dread of spooks,” was Buffalo Bill’s reply.
Seeing that the cattle were being quieted by the scouts, Texas Jack walked toward the white object lying thirty feet away, at the foot of the high wall.
“Well, Jack, it’s a flesh ghost, isn’t it?” called out Buffalo Bill, as he saw his pard bend over it.
“It is, sir, and I’ll call several of the men to guard the gate while we carry it up to the hacienda to have a look at it.”
“Do so.”