“You can’t move——”
“Ai, all same you help.”
She struggled fiercely, and Buffalo Bill, seeing her determination, helped her up. Dell took the candle and tried to be of some assistance, but Wah-coo-tah, with all her waning strength, repulsed her. Even in that tragic moment, she would have none of Dell.
Supporting the girl, the scout led her, reeling, back along the level and toward the shaft.
Before they had covered much more than half the distance, a low roaring broke on their ears. Wah-coo-tah, flinging her hands to her breast, gave a convulsive spring.
“Nuzhee Mona!” she wailed, and sank limply in the scout’s arms.
“Water, Dell!” cried the scout. “Hurry.”
As Dell darted into the “drift,” the scout listened, while the roaring grew louder and louder.
CHAPTER XIV.
LITTLE CAYUSE ON GUARD.
The gully, which the scout had selected as a fitting place to hide the horses, was admirably adapted to the purpose.