“When were you released?”
“Mebbyso, hours, so many.”
Chico lifted four dirty fingers.
“How many bucks with Geronimo?”
Chico thrust both hands into the air ten times.
“A hundred, eh? He’s got most all of those who jumped the reservation with him under his wing. Did you learn anything?”
“No; but Geronimo he send this, with message for Pa-e-has-ka.”
Chico dipped one hand into the pocket of the overalls and brought out a pair of rusty steel handcuffs.
“Thunder!” muttered Markham. “What trick is the sly old scoundrel up to now? Why did he send those to Buffalo Bill?”
Laying the handcuffs on the table, Chico groped about in the depths of his pocket and brought forth a small key, which he laid beside the iron bracelets.