The scout was going to Seth Coomby’s with the rather vague hope of finding Lawless there. It was only two miles, and the scout had made up his mind that he would walk the distance, for a change.
As he halted at the top of the slope, his eyes instinctively scanned the cañon, up and down.
Down the cañon, against the right-hand wall, he saw something fluttering from the rocks. At once he thought of Wah-coo-tah, and of her promise to flaunt her blanket so he could see it in case she found out anything and needed him.
All thought of visiting Seth Coomby’s in search of Lawless passed at once from Buffalo Bill’s mind.
He had looked down the cañon in the hope of seeing something of Dell Dauntless and Little Cayuse, who were already long overdue at Sun Dance. Dell and Cayuse were not in sight, and the glimpse of that fluttering blanket, with its call to immediate action, gave the scout plenty to think of aside from his missing pards.
Whirling on his track, he returned to the hotel and went to his room after his riding-gear.
“Reckoned ye wouldn’t go ter Coomby’s, eh, Buffalo Bill?” spoke up Spangler.
“I reckoned I’d ride instead of walk,” the scout answered. “I’m expecting two other pards of mine to show up in Sun Dance before long. One of them is a young lady. She is to have the room which Nomad and I are occupying. If they, or Nomad, come before I get back, don’t fail to tell them to stay here and wait for me.”
“Ye kin gamble on it that I will,” Spangler answered.
The scout was not long in getting the gear onto Bear Paw and striking a swift gait for the bottom of the gulch.