“Oh, no, yer didn’t, but it wasn’t your fault all ther same, for yer intended ter rob this young lady and threatened to shoot her, too.”
“Well, Ned, I’ll do the best I can for his wounds until you reach the station where the doctor can care for him, and you must be particular that he does not escape.”
“Yer won’t go along then, Bill?”
“No, for I am on a little scouting-expedition I cannot neglect. I heard your shots, Miss Arden, so rode on to see what was the matter. I congratulate you upon your nerve and splendid shooting.”
“I thank you, sir, for praise from such a man as Buffalo Bill is worth having.”
“It was just splendid the way she did it, Bill,” said Horseshoe Ned, who now, with the scout, set to work to dress the wounds of the road-agent.
Taking from her satchel several handkerchiefs Ruth tore them into strips for bandages and aided in dressing the wounds which she had made.
At last the work was done, the road-agent was placed in the coach and the doors secured firmly, and his traps were placed on the top.
Mounting the box again with Horseshoe Ned, Ruth said good-by to Buffalo Bill and the team moved on once more.
But after waiting for some little time, Buffalo Bill mounted and rode on after the coach.