When Price’s henchmen brought back word that Buffalo Bill had slipped out of their trap, and made good his escape, and they could not tell in what direction, that worthy was in a savage state of mind.
“Why didn’t you drop ’im from the saddle without any warning when he went by?”
“We tried it, but his horse jumped just as we pulled, and then ran.”
“Well, where was your trip rope that we planned?”
“That worked to perfection and threw the horse. Long Hair plunged into the water, but was out again before we got there.”
The men did not tell Price of the counting incident, and the sensational way in which Buffalo Bill had drawn their fire, and then scared them into the wood with a few shots of his own.
Price was in a rage and asked for Bloody Ike.
“He is the only one of you to be depended on, and he can’t seem to do the thing right,” he stormed.
Then the leader went on:
“The devil is to pay. The Washington end has sent a man on here to shut us off, and wants us to keep dark for a time until the excitement blows over. But we can’t shut down until we get rid of Cody and his band. They know altogether too much, and we’ve got to get rid of them before we can keep dark.