Nothing more disturbed the night’s rest, and the morning dawned with the secret sleuths the victors.
Buffalo Bill rose early, and while breakfast was being got ready he went out and scaled the cliff.
“Pards, to-night some of us will camp out upon that cliff,” he said upon his return.
CHAPTER XL.
THE SHOT ON THE CLIFF.
The secret sleuths all seemed particularly pleased with their chief and themselves, when they felt that they had not been turned out of their beds by the carrying on of the “ghosts” during the night.
Those who had been most superstitious took heart also, and began to feel that the “dead folks” were not so much to be dreaded, after all.
The guard at the entrance had reported that the cattle had shown no restlessness, and he had neither seen nor heard anything to alarm him, save the wild shrieks up at the hacienda.
Buffalo Bill had picked out four men to accompany him to the cliff, when night came, to remain there on watch.