“He’s erbout the only squar’ gambler I knows anythin’ erbout. He hangs out in Sun Dance, an’ is a friend o’ Buffler Bill’s.”
“They came back to get the woman,” mused De Bray, “and they got here just in time to see me showing you fellows all that money.”
“We’re some ter blame, I reckon,” said Hotchkiss. “If we hadn’t stopped hyer as long as we did, roughin’ things up with you, this wouldn’t hev happened. It give Lawless an’ his outfit a chance ter come up with us ag’in.”
“I can’t blame you,” answered De Bray; “it certainly seemed pretty low-down, the way I acted. The thing looked wrong, but needed an explanation to set it right. The quicker we get to Sun Dance, the better.”
“Right ye aire,” seconded Pete. “Climb in, you two, an’ we’ll vamose.”
De Bray and Hotchkiss got into the wagon and took the second seat.
“I don’t reckon it ’u’d do us any good ter try ter see whar thet gang went with ther woman, hey?” said Pete.
“Thar ain’t any o’ us in shape ter foller the whelps,” answered Hotchkiss. “We’ll git ter Sun Dance an’ lay the hull play before Buffler Bill. He’ll know what ter do if any one will.”
“You bet!” emphasized Pete.
“Besides,” struck in Billings, as he set the horses to a gallop, “one o’ Buffler Bill’s pards is somehow mixed up in this.”