“Where?”
“All same cave by Tonio Pass.”
“Here’s something to look into at once!” exclaimed the scout. “Come into the cabin, Cayuse; you, too, Dell.”
The scout led the way into Markham’s headquarters.
Patterson had been carried into the cabin and laid in a bunk. While a doctor was working over him, Markham sat at a table reading the despatches that had just fallen into his hands.
“These are important, Cody,” said Markham, looking up. “Grayson tells me what he intends to do, and what the commander at Apache intends to do. Troops from both posts will look after the settlers and hem Geronimo out of the north. Huachuca will guard the south. Somewhere in between the two lines of troops Geronimo will be dodging—so our chances to corner him in that blind gully are growing brighter.”
Markham shoved the despatches together, and locked them in a despatch-box.
“How’s the courier, doctor?” he called.
“He’ll do, captain,” was the answer. “Two weeks in hospital will set him on his pins again.”