He chuckled.
“I hopes thet ef Pizen Kate comes in answer to these hyar signals she’ll git so skeered of me that henceforth and ferever she’ll treat me same’s ef I war a gentleman, which she ain’t been doin’ lately. Waugh! Thar they come, whoever they aire!”
He lifted himself in his saddle.
“Whoever ye aire, spit it out, er mebbe I’ll begin ter sling bullets reckless!”
“It’s all right, Nick!” called Buffalo Bill.
Then Nomad yelled again with a recklessness born of high spirits.
“Buffler ferever!” he cried. “You heerd me, did ye?”
“I couldn’t well have helped it, Nomad; you yelled to wake the dead. If the redskins aren’t coming, too, it will be because they are too scared.”
“They’re good and scared, Buffler. Who ye got with ye?”
“We are all here.”