“White-man-runs-him speaks well. His words are true.”
“Pa-e-has-ka heap brave and strong. Great Spirit love Pa-e-has-ka and Old Curly.”
The Indian turned his pony and rode away.
“Him honest Injun,” ventured Little Cayuse.
“Yes, Cayuse; good and brave, and he loves his people.”
At Bozeman the first man they saw that morning was Price. He was apparently in great haste and did not notice the scout and Little Cayuse. They rode into a stable, and Cayuse immediately started after Price on foot, at Buffalo Bill’s request.
The scout went to the hotel and waited; but he had hardly seated himself near the window and was preparing for a good smoke, when a young man hurried in and asked the clerk for W. F. Cody.
The scout overheard and answered.
“A note for you, sir,” the young man said.
He handed the scout a sealed envelope and went out without waiting for a reply or giving Cody an opportunity to ask questions.