Behind the scout, and securely roped to Bear Paw, was the leader of the men who had held up the stage—the bogus Captain Lawless.
As the two parties approached each other, Buffalo Bill thrust a hand into his pocket and held up a roll of bills.
“How does this look to you, De Bray?” the scout cried, as he galloped forward.
“What is it, Buffalo Bill?” asked De Bray. “Money?”
“I should say so! Twenty one-thousand-dollar bills.”
“Then all I can say is that it looks good to me; but I think I feel better over the fact that Mrs. Brisco has been found, alive and well, than I do over the recovery of my money.”
“Then she has been found?” asked Dell, her eyes dancing.
“Thet’s what,” said Nomad; “she was over by Medicine Bluff. Lawless was there, too——”
The scout had halted, his horse to shake hands with his pards and congratulate them; but, at these words from Nomad, he turned a startled look in his old pard’s direction.
“What are you talking about, Nick?” Buffalo Bill demanded. “How could you find Lawless at Medicine Bluff, when he was at Pima?”