Buffalo Bill had not arisen from his blanket, but came out, extended his hand, said “how,” and sat beside the Indian.
Neither spoke until breakfast had been prepared and eaten and the pipes had been lighted, then the Indian asked:
“Is Pa-e-has-ka ready?”
“He is, White-man-runs-him,” the scout answered.
“It is good,” said the Indian, pulling steadily at his pipe.
At last the Indian arose and said:
“Come.”
“How far?” asked the scout.
“With ponies?”