Nickerson used up a dozen words, and when he had done, the old trapper dug in with the irons and shot through the corral-gate.
CHAPTER V.
LITTLE CAYUSE ON THE WAR-PATH.
The Piute boy had an easy time of it, compared with the strenuous experience fate had marked out for old Nomad.
Bernritter did not linger long in the hotel. When he came out he made directly for the corral, to which Jacobs was later followed by the trapper.
Little Cayuse, shadowing along on the super’s trail, knew at once that the man he was watching must have gone to the corral for his horse.
The boy, therefore, made rapidly for Nickerson’s, and got his bridle and riding-blanket on his pinto cayuse.
“Take um Black Cañon trail to Three-ply Mine?” he queried, of one of Nickerson’s men.
“Thet’s ther way ye go, ef ye go direct,” answered the man.