“I don’t think any one ever knew you to say so. Go to the cook’s hang-out and get something to eat, you and Cayuse. Then come back here and we’ll hold a powwow.”
“We can hold the powwow first, if you’d rather.”
“Aren’t you hungry?”
“Not to hurt.”
“Well, the horses are. Cayuse can put them out and then join you at the chuck-shanty.”
Dell and Cayuse left the cabin. When they had gone, Buffalo Bill walked over to the bunk where Patterson was lying. The doctor was sitting at the head of the bunk watching his patient. The sergeant had opened his eyes, and, as the scout came toward the bunk, kept them on him.
“Buffalo Bill?” said Patterson.
“The same.”
“I’ve heard a lot about ye, but this is the first time our trails have ever crossed.”
“Hope it won’t be the last time. It’s a pleasure to meet up with a man like you. Sergeant, eh?” he added, his eyes on the diamond of one of Patterson’s sleeves.