“Yes; that’s so, too. I s’pose you’re wishin’ I’d go back to the town this mornin’?”
“Not since you said you didn’t intend to.”
He smiled at her. She interested him, and he was still studying her, trying to determine her character and what she really meant by thus clinging to him.
“Well, I’m goin’ to hang to ye; and if you should say I couldn’t, I’d go anyhow. I think I’m takin’ a fancy to yer. If I was a younger woman now——”
“What?”
“I think I’d try to marry ye, if I found out you was what ye pretend to be, and honest.”
“You flatter me,” he said, with a smile.
“Do I? Well, I don’t mean it.”
He helped her to the back of his horse, though she said she needed no assistance; and they rode on again, going now in the direction of those mysterious shots.
They had progressed a mile before Buffalo Bill found what he was looking for—indications of the presence of men.