They were up at the break of day, and Buffalo Bill, field glasses in hand, was scanning his surroundings. “Whar aire we?” asked Angell, as he raised his arms in a yawn. “We have been going westward. If I am not out of my reckoning, we are about five miles from your cabin.” “Too bad. I’d been a-hopin’ we’d been p’intin’ t’other way.” “So had I, for the other way is the way the Navahos will take, and that also is the way that villain Holmes will take. I wonder if the redskins have overtaken and killed him. If they have, pretty Myra Wilton is now in the camp of the Navahos.” “Thar’s nothin’ like findin’ out,” said Angell quickly, “an’ I’m fer startin’ this identikle minute.” “We’ll have a bite of breakfast and then start.” Half an hour later the scouts were on the road to the scene of their adventures of the day before. The platform that concealed the entrance to the cave was reconnoitered, and when Buffalo Bill saw that it had been shoved aside, leaving the shaft exposed, he came to the conclusion that the Indians had abandoned the underground retreat for good and all. Both his horse and that of Angell had been stolen, but on the trail to the cave he picked up a lariat that had fallen from the saddle of one of the led animals. By the aid of the lariat he descended to the cave over the protests of his comrade. “Ye’re shore takin’ a big chance, Cody,” Angell said. “Maybe ther reds aire playin’ fox, an’, if they be, ye’ll get it in the neck down thar.” But the king of scouts with a shake of the head went down the rope. His voice was soon heard by the waiting comrade above. “They’ve gone,” he shouted, “and the girl has gone with them.” “How do ye know?” Bart Angell shouted back. “Did she leave a billy dux?” The king of scouts did not respond until he was on terra firma again. “She left her handkerchief, Bart. Put it where I would be sure to see it. The hank wasn’t there when we left the chamber.” CHAPTER VI. IN THE ENEMY’S CAMP. The two scouts left the cave and returned to Angell’s cabin. Before moving against the enemy it was necessary that their food supply should be replenished. The bodies of the Navahos slain by Buffalo Bill had been removed during the night, and the scout thought it strange that the cabin had neither been robbed nor burned. “Bart,” said he, as they sat in the door and gazed out upon the flat, “it’s my opinion that we won’t have to hunt Raven Feather and his band. The chief left the cabin intact believing that we would come back here. Probably he did not expect we would get here so soon.” “Whar is he now, do ye reckon?” inquired Angell. “In his village, but he has left a scout or two behind to find where we are and report.” “Them aire scouts must ha’ fell inter a hole or got cold feet, Cody, else we should ha’ heerd or seen ’em.”