The horse was picketed on its lariat a few yards away, and was certain to give an alarm if wolves or other wild animals approached.
CHAPTER IV.
A STARTLING DISCOVERY.
In the morning Buffalo Bill shot a jack rabbit, and they breakfasted on that. Bones of wolves on the opposite shore gave evidence of the terrible night battle with those creatures.
To the woman it seemed almost a horrible dream, and not a reality, with the sun now shining brightly, and not a wolf or other harmful beast in sight.
“I feel as good as new,” she said, in her queer way; “only a bit stiff in the j’ints.” She walked along the river for exercise. “Now what ye goin’ to do?” she asked, coming back, while the scout watered his horse at the stream.
“I’m going first to the point where those shots sounded in the night.”
“D’ye reckon ye can find it?”
“I hope so. I located the direction pretty accurately.”
“But you couldn’t tell how fur they was off.”
“No; but if we get the direction and keep going we’ll come to the place, by and by.”