“Don’t be too quick with your burning, that’s all,” returned the scout grimly.
“I’ll give you plenty of time to come and claim the property.”
“Dollars to doughnuts,” remarked Hickok lightly, “the scout will exchange Lawless for the deed. I’ve a feeling that that whelp is due for a kibosh, and that Cody is going to give it to him.”
“I hope so, with all my heart,” said Gentleman Jim fervently.
As the scout, the trapper, Wild Bill, and Dell passed along the camp-street toward the Lucky Strike Hotel, Little Cayuse hastened around the rear of the Dew Drop resort and joined them.
The boy’s face was heavy with foreboding.
“Where have you been, Cayuse?” asked the scout sharply.
“Try find um spirit,” answered Cayuse gravely. “Find out, mebbyso, how we save um Pa-e-has-ka.”
Wild Bill gave a scoffing laugh, and Cayuse stared at him rebukingly.
“We no find out how to save um Pa-e-has-ka,” said the boy, with great gravity, “then Pa-e-has-ka die.”