“We’ll be after you in less than an hour.”
“I should think you’d want to hang out here for a week or two and rest up after your exciting work.”
“We don’t need much rest, Rising; what we do need we’ll secure in Phœnix. To-morrow we have to start for Fort Apache.”
“Well, the work you’ve done here has put a big feather in your cap.”
The scout smiled.
“Feather!” snorted Nomad. “Give et ter Leetle Cayuse: He’s the on’y one in our bunch thet wears feathers.”
“He’s entitled to one for this Three-ply work, all right enough,” said the scout. “What are you going to do about capturing Bascomb and Bernritter, Rising?”
“To tell the truth, Cody, I don’t believe we can do much of anything. If those two villains are wise, they’ll not stop until they have crossed the Mexican line. I’m thinking they’re wise enough for that. If they are, of course that lets me out.”
“When I get to Fort Apache I’ll talk to the agent about these red renegades that are helping Bascomb out in his lawlessness. They ought to be rounded up and sent back to the reservation.”
“That will be a help to the forces of law and order in this county, Buffalo Bill.”