“There is but one thing for me to do, and that is to put on my disguise and go into the Indian village after her.”
“Yes, sergeant, and I will go with you,” said Buffalo Bill firmly.
“It would be madness for you to do so, Cody.”
“Oh, no, sergeant, for I would go as an ally, not to keep you company. I would go on foot, not mounted.
“We can cross the river, and while you go down to the ford, I will go over here.”
“You can proceed by the regular trail, while I will take it afoot to the mountains, there make for the bald peak we can see, and there you can find me, as I will look for you.
“Afoot, I can readily hide. I will leave no trail, and am afraid of no redskins trapping me, for I have been within hailing distance of their villages scores of times.”
“Pardon me, lieutenant, but do you think Mr. Cody should make the venture?”
“No, sergeant, I do not.”
“Nor do I,” said the surgeon.