“Thanks!” said the scout, turning away.
The greasy loafer caught him by the coat.
“It’s wuth somethin’, ain’t it?” he whined. “Enough ter git a feller a drink, anyhow.”
Buffalo Bill, disgusted, threw him a silver dollar, and hastened off.
He knew that the man’s statement had been overheard by Gopher Gabe, if not others; which fact he disliked. And he wanted to get away from him. Besides, if his story were true, it was worth investigating.
“What was the baron doing at Juniper Joe’s, when he set out to shadow the people in the Casino?” was his thought. “I wonder if that rascal is a liar?”
When Buffalo Bill reached Juniper Joe’s cabin, it was tightly locked. As the hour was yet early, it seemed probable that the occupants were not yet up. But at a venture the scout knocked.
A deep groan was the answer, within the cabin.
The scout knocked again, startled by that; and heard another groan.