Buffalo Bill hastened the preparations for his big hunt, for he thought it was quite possible that in the course of it he might fall in with the Doyle party. “And if you do, Cody,” said the general in command of the troops at the fort, “there is one thing that I want to ask of you: You must bring that man and his party back, even if you have to do it by force.” Buffalo Bill smiled queerly. “That’s a hard proposition you are putting up to me, general,” he said. “The man is a free-born American citizen. If he wants to travel over any part of the United States I suppose he has a perfect right to do so. I don’t see what authority I have to stop him.” “Consider the position for a moment, Cody,” said the general, leaning over his desk and addressing the scout with intense earnestness. “This man Doyle is a national character. He was a United States senator, and a great one at that! We can’t afford to allow him and his daughters to get scalped by the Indians, for the sake of our own reputations as the guardians of the frontier--without taking account, even, of the humane aspect of the matter. “If the man is foolish it is for us to save him from the consequences of his folly. If we don’t do that there will be a national scandal that will reflect badly on the reputation of the troops who are supposed to guard travelers by the overland route.” “You are right, general,” said Buffalo Bill. “I see the point of your argument perfectly. I will let the hunting slide until I deal with this matter. All our efforts shall be devoted to hitting the trail of that wagon train and coming up with it. “And when we do reach it I will engage that we’ll bring Mr. Doyle back, even if we have to tie him with rawhide ropes and throw him down on the floor of one of his own wagons.” The general rose up from his chair and grasped Cody warmly by the hand. “That’s like you, Bill!” he exclaimed. “You know as well as I do that you must necessarily take all the responsibility in this business. If Doyle gets mad about it and complains to Washington you stand to lose your position as chief of scouts and all prospects of future employment in the government service. And yet you are willing to do it!” “There is no other way, general,” replied Buffalo Bill simply. “It is clearly my duty--for the sake of those two girls, if not for that of the obstinate old man.” “Well, Cody, I won’t forget this in a hurry--and if you get into any trouble over it you can rely on me to help you through, if I can possibly do it.” Buffalo Bill, after bidding farewell to the officer, hastened out to complete the preparations for the starting of his hunting party. In view of the new task he had before him--the end of which he felt that he could not possibly foresee--he was particularly careful to choose the best men among his corps of scouts and Pawnee friendlies.