“Great gallinipers! Who was et?”
“I vish dot you vouldt toldt me. Der pullet idt seems vos vor Cody; but it ditn’t git him.”
“Couldn’t er been ther feller thet killed Dane?” said Nomad.
“Ve tond’t know who idt vos.”
The scout arose and greeted the officers and citizens.
“We have found other tracks here,” he said, pointing off to the right, where the tracks were to be seen.
Nomad and some of the men ran over there.
“Tracks of a woman!” cried the trapper.
“So we thought.”