“Waal, we’ve bagged one o’ the scoundrels, anyhow,” Nomad comforted himself by saying.
It was true enough—Juniper Joe was in jail in Blossom Range.
The woman was being held, too, for she would be needed as a witness against him.
They called on Juniper Joe on their return to the town; but he was in a sullen mood, and would not talk.
“If I’ve done all the things you say I have, I must be mighty clever,” he said to them; then a twinkle came into the corners of his eyes.
It made Nomad laugh.
He laughed again, when they came out of the jail.
“Waugh!” he gurgled. “Whenever I want ter tickle myself half ter death, I’m jest goin’ ter whisper, ‘Juniper Joe’s jubilee.’ But what yer goin’ ter do, Buffler? Let Benson go by the board?”
“No,” replied the scout with determination. “I am going to get Benson, and make a clean round up.”
That night a tall man with a blonde mustache and long hair was closeted for a long time with Buffalo Bill in the latter’s room at the Eagle House.