“Whar is this hyar valley, Buffler?”
“I don’t know. Dell and I didn’t know what we were doing when we left it; consequently, we can’t find our way back.”
“Blazes ter blazes an’ all hands ’round!” gulped the old trapper. “Tork erbout doin’s! Say, ain’t this ther banner play o’ all ther doin’s thet ever happened?”
“It is.”
“Tell me more, Buffler. I’m hungry ter hyer everythin’ that ye kin remember thet happened to ye.”
The scout and the girl, between them, relieved the old trapper’s mind. When they came down to Cayuse’s report about Tonio Pass and the cave, Nomad pricked up his ears.
“Thet cave whar I seen ther ’Pache at ther entrance,” cried the old trapper, “must hev been ther same one Cayuse was tellin’ ye of! An’ Bascomb is thar, hey?”
“I don’t know, Nick, whether you’ve got the right place or not,” returned the scout. “You spoke of a blind gully——”
“Et’s thar, all right.”