What the girl had said had had a tremendous effect upon Golightly and Nick Nomad.
“Let me tell ye, gal,” said the old trapper, “ef things aire like ye figger out, Buffler Bill an’ his pards’ll also hev er hand in ther game. Don’t let thet git past yer guard fer a minit.”
The girl’s face brightened.
“Do you really think Buffalo Bill will help?” she asked.
“Thet’s Buffler, fer ye. Arter he hears yer story, take my word for it, he’ll be as anxious as ye aire ter do somethin’ fer Miss McGowan. Anyways”—and Nomad waved his hand toward a valley which lay in front of them and contained the “plant” of the Three-ply Mine, “we’re clost ter whar Buffler is now, an’ et won’t be long afore he’ll tell ye hisself what he’ll do.”
Quickening their pace, the three riders hastened down among the mine buildings and laid their course direct for the adobe office.
CHAPTER XIII.
THE NOTE AND THE ARROW.
“There’s not a particle of doubt, in my own mind, about Bernritter and Bascomb being somewhere in these Arizona hills, Buffalo Bill.”