Dell started and dropped a hand on the scout’s arm.
“Can it be——” she began, and suddenly stopped.
“That they drank from the same pool that played hob with us?” finished Buffalo Bill. “I shouldn’t wonder, Dell. Nothing else could have caused a pair of murderous reds to pass me by like they did. I was utterly helpless to defend myself. One swift blow would have done the work.”
“But if Geronimo had doctored that little pool of water, wouldn’t he have warned his followers to beware of it?”
“One would naturally think so. We’re only guessing at things now, and, as I said before, one guess is as good as another.”
At that moment Nomad returned.
“Couldn’t find ther pizen whelps,” he announced, dropping down at Buffalo Bill’s side. “I never set eyes on sich crazy varmints. At fust I thort they was creepin’ up on you an’ Dell, but they acted so plumb bughouse, I didn’t know what ter think.”
“Where were you, Nick, when you called to me?” the scout asked.
Nomad lifted his eyes and waved a hand toward the top of the cliff.