The two girls got up and stepped toward the waiting horses.
“Where and when will I see you again, Buffalo Bill?” Dell asked.
“I can’t tell that, Dell, but I hope it will be soon. You’re a brave girl, and you have been a big help to me in this bit of work.”
“I haven’t done so much, Buffalo Bill, but my intentions were good. I’m your pard, am I not?”
“Certainly!”
“Thank you. It’s something to be Buffalo Bill’s girl pard. Come on, Annie.”
The girls hurried to the horses and each took one by the bridle and started away in the direction of the buckboard.
“When you pass Little Cayuse, Dell,” the scout called, “you might tell him to ride on here with Bear Paw and to bring Banks and Hendricks along. Until Nomad comes, I’ll feel better to have the boy with me.”
“I’ll tell him,” Dell answered.
The scout watched until the forms of the horses and the girls had vanished in the dusk.