“I think I shall stick to my plan of watching Juniper Joe’s cabin to-night.”
“Y’ ain’t had any sleep ter-day!” the trapper objected.
“That doesn’t matter. I can roll in some time before morning, and get all I need. We’ll first see if the baron has jumped anything, in his watching at the Casino.”
But the baron did not appear at the evening meal at the Eagle House; nor had he showed up when the scout set out with the trapper for Juniper Joe’s.
By a roundabout way, they reached the cabin, without being observed, as they believed.
It was dark.
Juniper Joe, who had been downtown, came home about ten o’clock. He locked the door after he went in. Then the light that had been burning was put out, and darkness reigned in the cabin.
About four o’clock in the morning, Buffalo Bill and Nomad gave it up, and went back to the Eagle House. They needed sleep and rest.
The baron had not returned; and the night clerk had not seen him.
“When ther baron gits onter a job, he’s like a dawg hangin’ ter a root,” Nomad observed. “I opine thet he’s still hanging round ther Casino.”