“Stop her!” Buffalo Bill shouted.
Nomad began to run after the supposed woman.
“She is hikin’, Cody,” he announced.
“Then shoot her! For that woman must be Tim Benson!”
The trapper’s revolver roared the next moment.
“Waugh!” he howled. “She’s gittin’ away, Buffler!”
The scout flung himself out of the stage.
All he saw at that first look was the skirts of the supposed man, as they whipped out of sight behind a rock, and Nomad lunging in that direction.
“I’m afraid we’re tricked,” said the scout to Wild Bill and the baron. “But you stay right here; some woman is in the stage, or else Benson. We will know directly.”
Then he sprinted after Nomad.