“And Wild Bill said thet et war him.”
When Wild Bill came near he swung his hat and whooped:
“Did he get away?” he demanded.
“Plum made ther through trip,” Nomad answered, his face an angry red.
“Was it a woman who was left in the stage?” the scout asked.
“It was Vera Bright.”
“You’re sure of that?”
“There’s no doubt whatever, pard. We brought her round, and she talked with us. She’s in the stage yet, but weak; we left her there and come hoppin’ back, judgin’ that you was needin’ help. She told us that Benson had taken her hand bag, got clothing and other things out of it, and made a change in his looks, while he was in the stage with her; and that she was too frightened to make an outcry. He said to her, too, that he was expecting you to appear, and that he would fool you, and get away.”
“Et’s what he has done, ther ornery skunk!” cried Nomad. “But et’s jest like Benson.”
“He iss like der flea,” put in the baron; “vhen you haf got him, you gan loogk vor him at some odder blaces alreadty.”