“Pa-e-has-ka sleep plenty sound,” said Cayuse at his elbow.
The faithful Piute had remained by the scout.
“Where’s Nomad?” asked Cody.
“Him go fill um up ponies,” answered Cayuse.
They found Nomad readily enough where he had been since sunset. He had found a buffalo wallow and had given the horses all the water they wished. They had grazed their fill and were now enjoying a rest.
“Thar’s strange doin’s off west’ard, Buffler,” said the trapper, who sat on the ground smoking and observing the changes in his surroundings as night advanced.
“What’s up, Nick?” asked the scout.
“See!” exclaimed the trapper. “Thet’s what’s up. They’ve been er-shootin’ up them air rockets ever sence ’twas dark ernuff ter see um, an’ ’way off in ther south ernother passle o’ ther varmints hev been answerin’ ov ’em.”
The signals were coming up in the direction Buffalo Bill had seen the party disappear in the morning.
“Just what I thought,” said the scout. “There is a large war party over yonder; I saw them go there this morning.”