Though Buffalo Bill did not even hint as much, the men were sure that their chief had been that lone watcher in the ruins of the fatal ranch.
Continuing in his easy way, Buffalo Bill said:
“Now, men, we return to that old spook nest next, and we stay there until we lay the ghosts, mark my words.
“All I ask is for each man to give me his full support, and we’ll soon strike the end of our trail.”
The answer was a cheer, and the march was taken up for the fatal ranch.
If there was one of the scouts who longer felt dread of the ruin, that is, a superstitious dread, he did not show it.
The place was again occupied, and after a talk with the men, before they reached the hacienda, it was agreed by one and all that not a word should be uttered there that would in any way give their plans away.
That night a move would be made by Buffalo Bill which should lay the foundation for the laying of the spooks, and all were on the eager watch for what was to come.