“Sure you did right, Cayuse,” averred the scout heartily “you did the only thing possible under the circumstances. Don’t be foolish.”
“Bascomb wounded,” said Cayuse. “Hard for Bascomb to sit cayuse and ride. Me know where Bascomb taken by ’Paches.”
“What?” demanded the scout, instantly on the alert.
The Piute repeated his words.
“Good! We’ll get Bascomb. Do you know where Nomad was taken?”
“No see um.”
“How do you know he wasn’t killed, then? How do you know he was taken prisoner?”
“Me come back to place of ambush. Hunt over ground. Find um pony-soldiers, no find um Wolf-killer.”
“Ah! What of Geronimo?”
“Him with Bascomb.”