“Sher’f! Is he coming?”
“He’ll be here to-morrow.”
“I don’t keer pertic’l’rly erbout meetin’ up with the sher’f, but if you say ye’ll keep yer word I don’t reckon we got any kick comin’.”
“It wouldn’t do you any good if you had, Hendricks,” said the scout.
Untying the feet of the two prisoners, Buffalo Bill let them dismount; then he bound their ankles again, and they sat upon the ground, their backs against the boxes of provisions.
“How are you feeling, Cayuse?” asked the scout.
“Me all right,” answered the boy, who had had his ears wide open listening to all the scout had said.
“How’s your shoulder?”
“Him fine.”