“Look here, Tenny,” he called. The cowboy miner leaned over beside him. “Doesn’t that look like Medicine Bluff?” asked the gambler.
“It shore does!” declared Tenny. “Thar’s a lone tree on the Bluff, too.”
Gentleman Jim turned his eyes on the scout.
“Did Little Cayuse know anything about Medicine Bluff, Buffalo Bill? Had he ever seen it?”
“Sure he’d seen it!” struck in Wild Bill. “The boy used to be a bugler with one of the companies at Fort Sill. He has traveled all over this part of the country with the doughboys.”
“Hickok is right,” agreed the scout. “If Cayuse ever saw that hill once, he’d be able to draw it a hundred years from now. He never forgets anything.”
“Then,” murmured Gentleman Jim, “Lawless and his gang are headed for Medicine Bluff with my—with their prisoner, and our clue is a hot one. There’ll be no need to go to the arm of the gulch, to pick up the trail on the scene of the second hold-up, for, if this is really from Cayuse, we can mount and ride straight for the Bluff, thereby saving time.”
“Thet’s our cue!” exulted Nomad. “Ye kin trust Leetle Cayuse ter do a thing like this up proper, ev’ry time. Thet kid ain’t got his ekal anywhar in ther West. I’ll back him agin’ all comers, white er red, bar none o’ ther same size an’ y’ars.”
“Are you ready for the trail, Gentleman Jim?” inquired the scout.
“I will be, as soon as I look after Hotchkiss and Pete,” the gambler answered. “It will only take a few moments to take care of their injuries.”