“I guess if I could get up there with my bugle, Miss Yellow Hair and I could make the Indians look silly,” said Tootsie.
“Yes, thar ye go ergin! Course ye’ll begin ter make plans, fust thing, ter git up thar ermong ther pretty gals. Like ernough ther mounting ez full er yaller-haired angels,” teased Nomad.
As they rode nearer Buffalo Bill saw that the girl on the mountain top was signaling to them. He could not understand what she was trying to convey. He thought of Indians approaching from beyond, but he could not understand the girl’s apparent perturbation. She ran back and forth on the rock, and waved a cloth at them, and then looked and pointed away beyond their view, on the other side of the mountain.
When they had reached hailing distance they pulled their horses to a standstill, and heard the girl cry:
“Go back! Go back! A party of Indians are approaching from the other side.”
“How many?” asked the scout.
“Nearly a score,” she answered.
“Only four to one,” said the scout; “we have come on an important mission, and if they mean fight we will entertain them.”
“Oh, sir, I beg you to go back. They are Sioux and bent on mischief, I feel sure.”
“How near are they?” asked the scout.