“Vale, I see some daylighdts,” the baron declared; “der mans vot haf done dhis iss der same vun vot haf shoodted at Cody; I am petting on idt.”
“I guess ye’re right, Schnitz,” the trapper agreed. “Now, we’ll see ef we can foller him.”
Buffalo Bill put himself at the head of the excited little party, and the chase began.
CHAPTER VIII.
STRANGE DISAPPEARANCES.
As if he knew he would be followed, the man who had borne off the body had struck rocky ground soon, so completely breaking his trail that to pursue it promised to be a work of great difficulty.
Buffalo Bill stopped.
“I don’t think I care to go farther just now,” he said. “Though, later, I want to come here and cipher this thing out. I’m going back to Blossom Range.”
“Waugh!” the trapper objected. “What fer? This hyar is ther place fer work ter be done right now.”