“You were trailing Lawless,” said he, “and some one of Lawless’ men must have been trailing you. When the fellow behind you got the opportunity, he let drive at the back of your head.”
“Thet’s ther way o’ et. But how did ye know I was hyar, Buffler?”
“I didn’t know. I came here looking for Wild Bill, for I was told that he had come here, yesterday afternoon, with Lawless.”
“Who told ye thet?”
“Wah-coo-tah.”
Thereupon the scout, as hurriedly as he could, without neglecting any of the important details, informed his old pard of events that had recently taken place.
Just as the scout finished his recital, Nomad gave a smothered yell, and leaped as though he had been thrown from a catapult.
“Thar et is ergin,” he gasped huskily. “Hyer et, Buffler?”
The scout listened.
What he heard was a muffled sound, as of a groan, echoing dully along the underground passage.