“Let Cayuse tell yer erbout thet,” grinned Nomad.
“Me send um picture-writing,” spoke up Cayuse. “Make um two pictures, all same, burro’s ears over one. You no sabe? One Captain Lawless, other no Captain Lawless. Both look all same.”
Dell laughed.
“But I can’t understand, Cayuse,” said she, “how you’d expect Buffalo Bill to guess that from a pair of burro’s ears.”
“Him hard thing to tell on birch-bark,” said Little Cayuse.
CHAPTER XXIX.
CONCLUSION.
In the evening of the day he and Dell had visited Chavorta Gorge, Buffalo Bill and his pards reached Sun Dance. There was a pleasant reunion of friends at the supper-table in the Lucky Strike Hotel. Wah-coo-tah formed one of the party, and Mr. and Mrs. Brisco were also there. Hank Tenny, Lonesome Pete, and Hotchkiss had started for Fort Sill in a buckboard, taking the bogus Captain Lawless and the other three prisoners with them. This departure of the prisoners was the opening topic discussed at the table that evening.
The departure of the prisoners led up to the other matters connected with the double stage-robbery, and a general discussion was indulged in, whereby every point that was at all obscured was cleared up to the satisfaction of all.
Mrs. Brisco, it developed, had been taken direct from the scene of the second hold-up to the gully near Medicine Bluff. While she was there, guarded by the three outlaws, Lawless had breathed his last. The terrible experiences Mrs. Brisco had gone through had seemed to her, just as a later event had seemed to her husband, the darkest hour of the night that was to herald the dawn.
“You said, Buffalo Bill,” remarked Gentleman Jim, during the course of the conversation, “that great events sometimes hang on trifling circumstances. Please look at this.”