Ike pulled bread and meat from his pockets.
Price fell to and kept his mouth so full that he could not ask questions until Ike had had opportunity to regain his wind.
Ike’s first words indicating a state of reason, after a broadside of oaths and imprecations hurled in the direction of the lights which could be seen moving about down below, were:
“We’ve got to get out of here.”
“Can’t we hide among the rocks somewhere until they give up the chase?”
“They’ll never give up the chase—who do you suppose is there?”
“No; who?”
“Buffalo Bill and his pards.”
“The devil!”
“Worse than that; Buffalo Bill is ten devils and a million imps when he is on a man’s trail, curse him. I’ve tried over and over again to blow him to kingdom come, and he defeats me every time. He bears some sort of a charmed life and it’s no use for me to buck up against ’im.”