“He shore did,” declared the wounded man. “When little Billy draws bead on anything, it’s a goner.” “Well, I had to do it,” said Billy Cody. “Lew told me to.” “So I did,” uttered the second of the two men. “It was time those Injuns knew what they were up against, when they tackled us and Billy. That one shot licked ’em.” “Hurrah for little Billy!” cheered the crowd, good-natured; and Billy fidgeted, embarrassed, although anybody could see that he was rather proud. He was a good-looking boy, although now his face was burned and grimy, and his clothing rough. He stood a little taller than Davy, but he was slender and wiry. He had brown hair and dark brown eyes and regular features; and under his grime and tan his skin was smooth. He was dressed just like the men, and carried himself like a man; but the muzzle of the long heavy yager extended above his hat-brim. Evidently his two companions thought highly of him, and so did the men of the wagon train. “Some of you tend to Woods’ shoulder; then if you’ll hustle a little grub we’ll be ready for it,” quoth the man called Lew. “Those mule carcasses served a good purpose but they weren’t very appetizing.” “First of all, I want a drink,” announced the man called Woods. Prompt hands passed forward canteens, and Billy and the two men took long, hearty swigs of water. “Arrow wasn’t pizened, was it?” queried several voices, of Mr. Woods. “No. Lew looked at it, and said not. So he put a hunk o’ tobacco on it, and we haven’t paid much more attention to it,” answered Mr. Woods. “But it’s powerful sore.” “Here; I’ll fix it up,” proffered a quiet man, who had not been saying much. Now noticing him, Davy thought that he was the finest figure in the whole party. This man was young (he could not have been more than twenty, but this pioneer life turned youths into men early) and was splendidly built. He stood a straight six feet, with slim waist and broad shoulders and flat back; his hair was long and light yellow, and his wavy moustache also was light yellow. His eyes were wide and steel gray, his nose hawk-like, his chin square and firm. His clothes fitted him well, and were worn with an easy grace. About his strong neck was loosely knotted a red silk handkerchief. “All right, Bill,” responded Mr. Woods, sitting down. “’Twon’t need much, except a little washing.” Bill calmly proceeded to inspect the arrow wound in the shoulder. Other men were hastily producing food from the wagons. “Here, Red,” they bade, to Davy; and sitting in the half circle with Mr. Lew and Billy Cody, Davy gladly ate. It seemed good to be with white people again. “How long did the Injuns have you?” asked Billy. “About two weeks.” “They were Cheyennes, weren’t they. Who was their chief?” “Cut Nose. He was head chief. But Lame Buffalo and Bear-Who-Walks were chiefs, too.”