CHAPTER XLII.
A STARTLING VISIT.
Night came and Buffalo Bill was on guard at the gate with Winfield.
The cattle and horses had not been driven in, as the scouts had returned home, and there were enough for four for night duty and four for day duty, with the others to look to the duties about the hacienda, and be ready for any service they might be called upon to do.
As Buffalo Bill had signified his intention of going on an expedition the next day, he carried his blankets down to the entrance to sleep there, and have Texas Jack call him.
Jack awoke the chief just at dawn, asking:
“Now, what does it mean, chief?”
“I am going to make a call—in fact, a couple of them, for I shall dine with Señor Otega, and from there go on to the hacienda of the fair hermit.”
“Do you mean it, chief?”
“Certainly.”
“Don’t go there.”