Cayuse lifted both hands, fingers outspread, three times.
“So many. Mebbyso more.”
“It’s a wonder you ever got away,” breathed Dell.
“Me fool um. Piute fool um ’Pache every time.”
“Where have you been since the fight?”
“All same scout through hills; find out where um ’Pache take Bascomb.”
Patterson stirred excitedly.
“You found that out, did you?” he demanded.
“All same. Bascomb wounded, no can travel. Me find out where ’Pache keep um.”
“Bully!” applauded the sergeant, stifling a groan of pain. “You’re more kinds of a phenomenon, Little Cayuse, than I know how to mention.”