“If I hadn’t been gagged,” he added, “I might have hollered then, when he opened the door; but I reckon even then ’twouldn’t done no good, as nobody lives clost by.”
“Better get help for your wife,” Buffalo Bill advised.
Juniper Joe seemed either too anxious to leave her, or he did not want to get a doctor; instead of following the scout’s advice, he turned his attention to assisting in restoring her to consciousness.
Their combined efforts were soon rewarded.
When she came back to consciousness the woman lay on the bed, in the rear room, where the scout had placed her; she looked round wildly.
“You are all right, now,” Buffalo Bill told her.
“B-b-but Benson!” she cried, as if frightened.
“He is not here now.”
“He struck me and knocked me down,” she stated.
She put out her hands, clinging to Juniper Joe.