“And your thoughts were far from pleasant, I’ll warrant. But, never mind, Annie.”
“I had such a good time in ’Frisco,” quavered the distressed girl, “and now to have it end like this!”
“Oh, well, it might have ended worse.”
“I want Buffalo Bill to understand that I am grateful for what he has done——”
“There, there!” broke in the scout. “Your father, Miss McGowan, is a good friend of mine, and I am glad fate put it in my power to serve him and you in this way.”
“All I want, now, is to get to the mine.”
“You shall go there just as soon as we can get matters in readiness. Guard the causeway, Dell, while I talk with our prisoner.”
Dell took Buffalo Bill’s position behind the foremost kegs and boxes, her revolvers in her hands.
The scout, having appropriated Giles’ revolvers, took the bonds from his limbs.