The horses had been released from the tangled harness, and the disgusted stage driver was tying them to some trees. Wild Bill walked over to the place where Buffalo Bill and his pards were discussing the trails.
“I’ve been hearing your talk,” he said. “And I judge you’re up in the air.”
The scout admitted it.
“What you going to do?”
“Follow these trails, and see what became of the woman first. Then try to pick up the trail left by Tim Benson. I suppose there is no doubt the fellow was Benson?”
“Miss Vera Bright declared he was Benson.”
“Budt can she pe trusdted?” asked Schnitzenhauser.
“I think so, in that,” Wild Bill told him. “She was scared, and she seemed to be speaking the truth. Yet I can’t understand why she left the stage here, unless the jolt she got when the stage hit that rock unsettled her mind a bit.”
Buffalo Bill followed along the trail of the woman.
“It’s a thing we’ve got to find out,” he said.