“I’m a little fearful that Hickok started an investigation of his own and has fallen into a trap of some sort. These men are bad ones, and would not hesitate at any crime.”
“Was ther rumpus t’other night er celebration in yer honor, Buffler?”
“I think the blow-up was intended for me and my pards, and it was only by a fortunate move of the wheel of fortune that all of us escaped. We must locate Hickok next at any cost.”
“I’m with yer, Buffler, ez long’s thar’s any wind in my bellowses.”
Skibo was snoring loudly, and Pa-e-has-ka and Nomad were about to seek rest, when Cayuse entered the room as silently as a spectre, and apparently under considerable excitement. He approached Buffalo Bill, and, after looking about as if fearing the walls had ears, said in low tone:
“Pa-e-has-ka make um listen! Wild Bill chase heap bad man over plains into hills after blow-up.”
“How do you know that, Cayuse?”
“Find um Injun sell ponies Bloody Ike and all same stranger.”
“Which way did they go?”
“Sun come up here, him go that way,” answered Cayuse, pointing southward.