Buffalo Bill talked the matter over with his pards, in the seclusion of his room at the Eagle House, while a delegation of the townspeople had gone out to Eagle Gap to bring in the body of the dead prospector, and poke round out there for whatever they could find of interest concerning the daring desperadoes who had made the attack. “Thar is one shore thing,” said old Nomad, humped up in his chair and smoking his pipe; “ther chaps what made ther tackle had information o’ the hull bizness.” “Unt der kvestion iss,” the baron added, “how didt dey knowed idt?” “Somebody leaked the information,” said Buffalo Bill. “Which means,” said Nomad, “thet either ther express agent, ther fellers in ther post office, er at the stage stables, aire inter ther thing deep. Et was ter be kept so clost, ye know, thet nobudy c’d ketch on.” “Vot uff Yuniper Yoe?” asked the baron; “I am t’inking uff him!” “Er, waugh! Yer mean he might er been ther one ter give ther snap away?” “Dot iss yoost vot I am saying.” “But--he had ten thousand dollars’ wuth o’ stuff in them burro packs! Would he tip off ther road agents, ter git his own wealth? Et don’t hardly look like it, pard.” “I aind’t saying dot he did idt,” the baron admitted. “I am yoost asking some kvestions.” “Right now, we are pretty much in the dark,” the scout admitted. “Ve ar-re all oop der sdump!” “They are giving you a lot of praise round the town, baron,” Buffalo Bill told him. “They say that you put up a nervy fight.” “Vale,” said the baron, unmoved, sucking at his long-stemmed pipe, “dey tond’t know only yoost vot I toldt ’em.” “Brown says that you put up a good fight, and that you wounded one of the outlaws.” “I seen der willain reel pack unt shake, ven I shodt at him; budt he ditn’t vall town.” “And you brought Brown in on your shoulders.” “Uff course! Vot else couldt I do? Dot aind’t no pravery, idt vos yoost muscle; unt idt took a heab uff idt, I dell you. He veigh apoudt two dons, pefore I gidt him here py der hospidal in. Yaw!” “What makes you think et may be Juniper Joe leaked information?” Nomad asked, coming back to the subject that interested hint. “I haf no reason; idt iss yoost vot Puffalo Pill somedime calls insdinedtiveness. I seem to schmell idt in der admosphere.” “That ain’t no reason!” the trapper sniffed. “You ar-re righdt; idt aind’t.” “Speaking of Juniper Joe,” remarked Buffalo Bill, “this morning early I saw his wife downtown; I heard her say she was out making calls on the ladies, as she wanted to get acquainted with them as soon as she could.” “It wouldn’t take her long,” Nomad sniffed, “fer thar ain’t many in this hamlet.” “I noticed that she paid a visit to the show girls who are stopping at the Casino; the bills outside announce that they’ve got a playlet on the boards there, called ‘Grandpa’s Holiday’.” Nomad snickered. “Whatever would she want to call on them song birds fer?” he asked.