“I—I think she is; she was in there, and he was talkin’ with her, and was cussin’ her, when I came away.”
“Tell us just where this little cave is,” Buffalo Bill commanded.
Toby Sam told as well as he could.
“You’ll show us the way now. Bruce, hand me those cords! We’ll tie his hands, and if he starts to run we’ll shoot him.”
“I—I won’t run!” Toby Sam promised, his teeth chattering.
His hands were tied by Buffalo Bill and Clayton.
“Now lead on,” said Buffalo Bill; “and, remember, if you make any noise, or try to warn Black John, we’ll shoot you.”
Notwithstanding that they had captured Toby Sam and had him for a guide, Buffalo Bill and his pards did not go far.
The way was stony and rough, and they feared they could not get near the cave without attracting Black John’s attention. Because of the darkness Black John’s chances of getting out of the cave and away were considerable, if he became alarmed and tried to escape. While, if he fancied himself undiscovered and still safe, he would remain in the cave, and could be captured in the morning.
They discussed this phase of the matter, and lay down with their prisoner on the slope of the hill, when still some distance from the cave.