When Buffalo Bill returned to camp he found Texas Jack and the men, save two, off on scouting duty; but of those two one was dead, Rio Grande Dick, and Blue Jack Bob was wounded.
With Buffalo Bill came Señor Otega.
Doc Stevens had joined his chief back on the trail, fortunately as it proved, and as the three rode into camp there stood Blue Jacket Bob in the moonlight, and he called out:
“Doc, I have a wound in my arm for you to dress, and it needs it, for I could not go to look you up, being all alone in camp.”
“Why, where is Rio Grande Dick?”
“I am sorry to say, sir, that he is dead.”
“Dead! How was it, Bob?”
But Buffalo Bill could see that Blue Jacket Bob was suffering, and he insisted that he should not make a report until his wound had been tended.
This was now done by Doc Stevens, who said:
“It is not dangerous, but he has lost considerable blood. Here is the bullet—give him a drink, please.”