They had hastened to their respective quarters then, making an agreement to meet at Dave Dunn’s in half an hour’s time, and when the sun rose the two were making tracks down the valley, carrying their belongings upon a pole slung between two of them, and with all the wealth they possessed in their pockets.
“I would like to see you and Buffalo Bill, Surgeon Powell,” Bonnie Belle had said, in a low tone.
“We are going at once to the hotel.”
“I will see you there,” and Bonnie Belle circled about the room, greeted everywhere with the most cordial welcome.
In the meanwhile Surgeon Powell and Buffalo Bill were congratulated on all sides by those who had not had the nerve to come to their rescue.
But they received all that was said coldly, gaging it at about what it was worth, and passed out of the saloon on to the hotel.
The scout already had a room there, and the surgeon was given one next to him, and so they repaired to them at once.
“It came over me, Bill, to follow you, believing I might be of service. I am not superstitious, as you know, but I had a dream in which I saw you in a close place with Indians about you, and when I awoke it was all so vivid to me that I wrote the colonel a note and started upon your trail without waiting until dawn. I went on to the end of Horseshoe Ned’s run, and he told me you were going down to Pocket City, so here I came.”
“And just in time, Frank, to save my life.”
“It seems so. I was told you were here, so I went over to the Den and saw what was going on, so chipped in. But, though I postponed matters for a while, we both would have been food for coyotes at this present time had not Bonnie Belle arrived as she did.”