CHAPTER IX.
THE CHASE.
Old Nomad was exclaiming softly in his characteristic way, standing on the edge of a precipitous cliff wall. The baron, by his side, had hold of a bush, and was peering over into the depths below.
“I’m er Piegan,” said Nomad, “ef suthin’ ain’t been throwed down thar!”
“Aber I gand’t seen noddings, I am pelieving idt iss der pody,” the baron averred.
Sounds of footsteps attracted their attention.
Then they saw Buffalo Bill hurrying toward them.
He had come rapidly from the town, having followed them without trouble, because of the broken bushes they had left in their wake to guide him.
“Waugh!” Nomad called to him, and swung his hand. “Come over hyar!”