“And they are going to send me a fake message, purporting to come by wire from Washington, to report at Virginia City. Then on the way I am to be ambushed and shot by Crow bandits?”
“Ugh!”
“Where do these fellows hang out?”
“All same Red Tiger—drink heap rum.”
“Perhaps I had better run over to the Red Tiger for a little while before turning in,” remarked the scout, once more buckling on his belt which he had removed.
“Me go?” asked Cayuse, an appealing look in his black eyes.
“Ole Skibo like pow’ful well to tote along, Mar’s Billyum,” urged the colored giant.
The scout laughed and said:
“Yes, if you wish, but I think it would pay you better to turn in and sleep.”
“My sentiments, pard,” added Wild Bill, as he sought the bed.