“And this?” The scout touched the brim of her hat.
“Another token of Apache esteem,” went on Dell. “One was made by a bullet, and the other by an arrow.”
“Close!” murmured the scout.
“A miss is as good as a mile,” Dell answered lightly.
“Not many girls would come through a night trip from Grant, at this time, with the same coolness you show. You’re a remarkable girl, Dell Dauntless.”
“Only different,” smiled Dell. “It’s enough to put me in fine fettle just to find you alive and hearty at this end of the trail. And we have Cayuse, too, you see.”
“What’s the matter with the boy?” asked the scout, gazing perplexedly at the little Piute. “He might come around and at least say ‘howdy.’”
“He feels cut up and out of sorts, Buffalo Bill,” said Dell, with a soft look at Cayuse.
“What about?”
“Ask him.”