“Thet’s the tork,” seconded Nomad.
They descended to the shelf and broke through the brush before the astounded eyes of Dell Dauntless.
“Why—why——” the girl faltered, “is that really you, Nomad? And Wild Bill, too! Oh, what luck! Where did you find them, pard?” and she shifted her gaze to the scout.
“I found them on top of the cañon wall,” answered the scout, “and Nick, there, was in a complaining mood.”
“Shucks, Buffler,” muttered Nomad.
“He was complaining because I had crossed the divide without taking him along,” smiled the scout. “How is Wah-coo-tah?”
“Me all right,” spoke up Wah-coo-tah for herself.
“She’s far from all right, Buffalo Bill,” said Dell. “I’m anxious to get her where she can receive medical aid.”
“It won’t be long now until we have her in Sun Dance,” returned the scout. “Cayuse, Lonesome Pete, Hank Tenny, and Henry Blake have gone to bring the horses from the gully.”
“Cayuse is all right, too?” cried Dell.