Buffalo Bill was the first to reach his side, and he was bending over a man lying upon the ground and groaning with pain.
“Stay and see what you can get out of him, Jack. Blue Jacket, run to the cliff and give the alarm for Lone Star Sam and his party to come in. Dick, light those lanterns and have them ready, but under cover, and then all of you follow me.”
With these orders Buffalo Bill moved rapidly on toward the cliff, and as quickly as possible his men followed, two of them with lanterns.
Buffalo Bill reached the cliff of the range rising above the spur, and as the others came they stretched out along its base.
Blue Jacket Bob called out to say that Lone Star Sam and the others were coming, and in a quarter of an hour they were on hand, and half a dozen lanterns were following like fireflies along the wall of rock which towered above the plateau.
But not another soul was seen, nothing was found, and the whole cliff seemed to be nowhere scalable.
But the scouts kept up their search until the dawn, determined to see then if there was any discovery that could be made.
Stevens, the surgeon, had been called to the wounded man, and as Buffalo Bill went to where he lay, just as day broke, he found the scout doctor seated by his side, Texas Jack having left the unfortunate fellow to his care.
“Well, doc, how is he?”