“Ah!”
“He therefore came upon the scene and, of course, rode back to the fort for aid.”
“This looks bad, if true.”
“It is true, for Surgeon Powell told me for my good, with the hope that you might have a chance to prove to me that your reformation was sincere.”
The outlaw wore a troubled look now, for he knew what Buffalo Bill was on a trail.
“Well, Ruth, what is to be done?”
“If you remain here, knowing as he does that you are my brother, Buffalo Bill will prevent your escape, for he will put spies upon this hotel and you will be captured when you least expect it.”
“It looks bad for me, sis.”
“Yes, unless you go at once from here.”
“How can I?”