“The scoundrel is there, all right,” whispered Dell.
“The question now is to capture him,” returned the scout. “He’s on the east side of the rock, and we’re to the north of it.”
“We could rush him,” suggested Dell, “and have him covered before he could mount and ride away. Even if he did get on his horse, we could overhaul him.”
“A better plan, I think,” said the scout, who hesitated to place Dell in the peril her plan would call for, “would be to take him by surprise. While he’s mooning down there, and looking across the desert; I’ll slip down the slope, crawl around the base of the rock, and have a bead drawn on him before he’ll know there’s any one else within a mile of him.”
“If he should hear you getting down the slope he might shake a bullet out of his gun before you had a chance to fire first.”
“He’d have to be quick, if he did. However, you can remain here and keep him covered.”
“You’re taking all the risk,” demurred the girl.
“It’s right I should.”
Without debating the question further, Buffalo Bill regained the top of the hill, rolled over, and started downward on hands and knees.