Buffalo Bill was pleased with the force that had been rallied by Nomad. As fighting men, they were the best of the border; and he believed they would be able to whip the Blackfeet even in a stand-up fight.
But the result to the prisoners was a thing that had to be taken into consideration.
If the Blackfeet were defeated in an open battle and driven back, the surviving remnant would seek shelter in the mountains. But before retreating they would, without doubt, slay their white prisoners. Victory at such a cost of human life would be purchased all too dearly.
Nevertheless, Buffalo Bill now set himself at the head of the rangers, and led them at as rapid a pace as was safe in the direction of the Blackfoot village.
Lawler, the commander of the rangers, rode at the scout’s side, and so did Pawnee Bill.
As they went, they discussed the situation with reference to the safety of the prisoners, and agreed that by some strategy they should be reached and rescued, if possible. How the thing was to be done was the puzzle.
As the village was approached the rangers slowed their pace, and the two noted scouts were sent ahead.
They separated when in the hills overhanging the village, going in different directions, on the watch for Indian spies, and trying to ascertain the state of affairs.
When he had gone some distance Buffalo Bill dismounted and descended on foot a few yards, to where a slight rise offered a better view. He had got his field glasses and was preparing for a careful study of conditions in the village when he was aroused by a sound from his horse and by a sudden patter of moccasined feet. Turning about, he saw an Indian warrior running to get the horse.
Buffalo Bill did not wish to shoot the brave, lest the report of the shot should carry too far; so he rushed at the redskin.