After a time a faint light glimmered ahead, and loomed larger as he advanced. It was a lantern hung overhead, which shed feeble rays on its surroundings. Along the walls were tiered many bales in various forms and sizes. It was the storehouse of the gang. Leaning against the bales in the full glare of the lantern sat a man on a box. His cooling pipe had fallen on his breast, the under jaw had dropped, and the inner guard of the mine stronghold was breathing stertorously. Cayuse looked for other men of Price’s gang, but none were within reach of the lantern’s rays. But the keen eyes of the Piute fell on something that interested him far more. His heart jumped with joy, for there, only a few feet from the sleeping guard, lay two men, both seemingly asleep. They were Pa-e-has-ka and the Laramie man. Both were bound, hand and foot, and were lying on a little pile of hay, over which a blanket had been thrown. To advance boldly into the light might precipitate a shot from some unseen guard. But every moment was precious. What should he do first? The sleeping sentry, heavily armed, was a dark-visaged, vicious-looking fellow. If Cayuse first attempted to release Pa-e-has-ka and Hickok and he was fired upon, he would be imperiling lives more valuable than his own. But Little Cayuse’s head was clear, his determination strong, and his heart brave. Advancing softly, Cayuse, expecting every instant to hear the crack of a revolver and feel the lead burning through his vitals, reached the lantern, and turned the blaze low. The heavy breathing of the guard and the prisoners continued. Very gently the keen knife of the Indian boy slipped through the bonds of Pa-e-has-ka. Then the ropes fell from the wrists and ankles of Wild Bill. The three men slept on. Cayuse hesitated for a moment, then slightly shook Pa-e-has-ka. The scout awoke to find Cayuse’s finger pressed to his lips. Cayuse shook Hickok, and the latter would have started up and spoken but for the restraining hand of the Piute. Into the hand of each Little Cayuse pushed a revolver, and then they understood. Pressing his mouth to the scout’s ear, Cayuse whispered: “Guard asleep; Pa-e-has-ka shut off wind.” The scout arose noiselessly. Cayuse turned on the light a little. Buffalo Bill crept up to the sleeping man, Cayuse slipping close to one side. Then, as the scout suddenly seized the man’s wrists in a grip of iron, Cayuse clapped both hands over his mouth. The struggle was short and almost noiseless. Hickok brought a rope and prepared a gag. Then the lantern was turned low, and behind an angle in the wall the three men whispered council. Two more men were to be disposed of--Ike and another, one at each opening into the mine. The scout had heard the guards say they would await relief from town till two hours after sunup; then they would come in for breakfast. But they expected two more of Price’s gang before that time. * * * * *