“To some place near the Three-ply camp.”
The amalgam was quickly stowed in the war-bags, Nomad replaced his saddle-blanket, and the little party mounted.
Cayuse and Nomad took the lead to the gully. This was followed almost to the point where it entered the valley, and there the horsemen spurred out of it, crossed two or three low hills, and rounded up in a small arroyo. During the entire journey from the old shaft nothing had been seen of Bascomb or any of his Indians.
“Whar d’ye reckon ther reds aire, Buffler?” asked Nomad.
“They are probably lying low and waiting for their work to-morrow,” was the reply.
The scout turned to the baron.
“Where does McGowan sleep, baron?” he inquired.
“In a leedle room off der office,” answered the baron.
“Where do Bernritter and Jacobs sleep?”