Meantime, the aged scout and his two companions had heard the fusillade of shots which had been fired at the man they had routed from his retreat.
“Hooray! They’ve got the cuss!” shouted Ki Yi, gleefully, as the reports reached their ears.
“Got nothin’!” snorted Nig.
“Why not?” demanded Deadshot. “Can’t you hear them firing?”
“Uhuh!”
“Then what makes you say they haven’t got him?”
“Too many shots! Injun fool paleface! No trick um, no keep firing! Scalping Louie heap smart!”
From this logic there was no getting away and, though they stared at one another in dismay, the two cowboys accepted the aged scout’s statement without quibble.
“What’s to do?” asked Deadshot, after several minutes had brought no further comment from their guide.
“Find paleface.”