This was proven by the mountain lion in the corridor, the sounds of moaning and weeping, and the howling of a dog the night before. Those sounds could only have been made by persons in concealment. The scouts had discussed the matter among themselves when out of the place, and off from it, for the chief had warned them about talking when in the hacienda, and, where they could understand that men could have uttered the moans and other sounds, they could not comprehend just how the weeping of a woman and the voice of a child could have been heard. “Pards, those ghosts must enter here by way of the cliff up yonder, so to-night we’ll put a strong guard there to head them off,” said Buffalo Bill. And so it was planned for the next night. Going out to Texas Jack, they saw the dead body, and it was quietly buried; then they took the horse in hand, and soon had him cleverly metamorphosed. The saddle and bridle were taken into the hacienda and hidden, and all were told that they must utter not a word within the house that they did not wish to be known as there might be eavesdroppers whom they did not wish to know their plans. This all attended to, Texas Jack went up to the hacienda to report, and that also he had what had been taken from the dead man put away for inspection on the morrow. There was a guard of four men that night, two in the hacienda, two in the grounds. Soon after midnight Buffalo Bill was awakened by low groans. Where they came from he could not tell. He arose in the darkness, and tried to trace the sound to its source. But in vain. Lone Star was on guard in the corridor, but he, too, knew not whence they came. Then followed the sound of weeping in a woman’s voice, as upon the night before. “Go, Sam, and see if there is any disturbance among the cattle. I will keep watch until you return,” said Buffalo Bill. Lone Star left, and the chief took his stand just in the middle of the corridor, and listened attentively. As he listened, there was heard the wailing of a child, as though in pain. And the moans, the weeping, and the wailing continued. “It all comes from the center of this hacienda, either from overhead or from underneath, which I cannot tell,” mused the scout. Suddenly there rang out the wild, piercing shriek of the night before. For a moment Buffalo Bill was startled, so close to him did it seem. The men were all awakened by it, and upon their feet in an instant. There was an alarm sounded, but just then Lone Star Sam returned, and reported the horses and cattle quiet. “Yes, and the same game must be played here to quiet these ghosts,” said Buffalo Bill. Lone Star had heard the shriek, for it had even reached the men on guard at the gate. He said every scout was up and ready for business. “This must not be,” said Buffalo Bill. “They must pay no attention to any sounds they hear, and then we will master the situation.”