Betts, helped by the scout, slid under the gray covering, so that, as both men lay flat, the blanket covering them looked like a dark shadow against the ground.
“Wow!” Betts was breathing, filled with amazement. “Cody! Wow! Buffalo Bill! I wonder if my thinkin’ machinery ain’t slipped its gearin’? Cody can’t be here.”
“What’s happening?” the scout asked in a whisper, lowering his head.
He had been peering out, with the blanket drawn close about his eyes.
“I reckon that Gorilla Jake has gone under.”
“I was guessing as much.”
“You seen him?”
“I heard him.”
“And the Utes!”