“Cayuse?” cried the scout, halting close and peering up at the slender form.
Instantly the boy opened his eyes and threw back his head.
“Wuh!” he answered.
“What fiends those Apaches are!” exclaimed Dell. “They drew him up there and left him to die!”
The scout drew his revolver.
“What are you about to do, Buffalo Bill?” the girl asked.
“I could cut the rope with two or three bullets,” answered the scout hesitatingly, “or I could ride up on my horse——”
“You couldn’t reach him on your horse, or, at least, you wouldn’t be able to reach the rope. Put up your revolver, Buffalo Bill, and leave it to me.”
Dell took a position in front of Cayuse and drew the bowie-knife that swung at her belt.
“What can you do with that?” asked the scout.