“Help us recover our horses,” said the scout. “That’s one thing. After that, we’d like to have you help us find the Piute.”
“Where are your horses?”
“First off, Doyle, let me ask you if you know such a place as this.”
The scout followed with a lengthy description of the valley and the spring where the horses had been left. Before he had fairly finished, Doyle cut him short.
“Why, man,” cried the lieutenant, “you’re telling me about Pool Spring Valley, our next port of call.”
“I had an idea to that effect,” went on Buffalo Bill. “Well, lieutenant, that is where our mounts were left. I’m hoping they’re there now. If you can manage to give us a lift that far, perhaps we’ll have horses of our own during our hunt for Cayuse.”
“We can fix that, all right.”
Doyle gave orders which caused two of the troopers to double up on one horse.
“There, Miss Dauntless,” said Doyle, “you’re to have that animal all to yourself. Cody and Nomad will double with any two troopers they select. Give ’em the saddles, boys,” Doyle added to his men.
With three horses carrying double burdens, and with Dell riding alone, the detachment presently took its way out of the pass.