“No one could help hearing them.”
“You didn’t see Matt Shepard, the sheriff?”
“I didn’t; reckon he has gone under,” said Betts. “What you doin’ in hyer, anyhow?”
“And you? We supposed you were on your way to Blossom Range.”
Betts began an explanation, but the scout cut him short.
“Hist! Not now. The Utes are near, some of them!”
Betts and the scout lay snugly under the blanket, and the running Utes passed on and away.
Buffalo Bill began to talk again in cautious whispers.
“I came in here to look round, thinking that perhaps I might be able to capture Benson.”
“And I come in hyer to look round, thinkin’ maybe I might be able to capture Gorilla Jake.”