“Bascomb wounded,” said Cayuse. “Hard for Bascomb to sit cayuse and ride. Me know where Bascomb taken by ’Paches.” “What?” demanded the scout, instantly on the alert. The Piute repeated his words. “Good! We’ll get Bascomb. Do you know where Nomad was taken?” “No see um.” “How do you know he wasn’t killed, then? How do you know he was taken prisoner?” “Me come back to place of ambush. Hunt over ground. Find um pony-soldiers, no find um Wolf-killer.” “Ah! What of Geronimo?” “Him with Bascomb.” “Where?” “All same cave by Tonio Pass.” “Here’s something to look into at once!” exclaimed the scout. “Come into the cabin, Cayuse; you, too, Dell.” The scout led the way into Markham’s headquarters. Patterson had been carried into the cabin and laid in a bunk. While a doctor was working over him, Markham sat at a table reading the despatches that had just fallen into his hands. “These are important, Cody,” said Markham, looking up. “Grayson tells me what he intends to do, and what the commander at Apache intends to do. Troops from both posts will look after the settlers and hem Geronimo out of the north. Huachuca will guard the south. Somewhere in between the two lines of troops Geronimo will be dodging--so our chances to corner him in that blind gully are growing brighter.” Markham shoved the despatches together, and locked them in a despatch-box. “How’s the courier, doctor?” he called. “He’ll do, captain,” was the answer. “Two weeks in hospital will set him on his pins again.” “I’ll send a man to Bowie for the ambulance, and we’ll have him taken there as soon as possible. He did a brave thing, and Grayson shall know about it.” A troop of mounted men galloped up to the door. “All ready, captain,” called a voice from without. “Come on, Cody,” said Markham, pulling on his gloves. “Just a second, captain,” returned Buffalo Bill. “I have fresh news regarding Geronimo, just brought by my two pards. Miss Dauntless, Captain Markham--Buffalo Bill’s girl pard, Markham, and Buffalo Bill is sure proud of her. Also Little Cayuse, my Piute pard.” Markham vouchsafed Dell a passive glance, which quickly gave place to one of admiration. He bowed. Then, turning, he caught Cayuse by the hand. “Glad the Indian boy is accounted for, at all events,” said he. “Sorry I haven’t time to stay and talk, Miss Dauntless, for you’ve got a story to tell which I’d like to hear. We can’t waste much time, Cody,” he added to the scout. “That blind gully is fifteen miles off, and the reds are fliers when they get started. What’s your news?” “Cayuse escaped from the ambush the Apaches laid for the Bascomb escort,” explained Buffalo Bill: “but, after his escape, Cayuse scouted and followed the Apaches to Tonio Pass. Bascomb is wounded, he says, and unable to travel. The Indians have him in the pass, and Geronimo is with them.” Markham started. “Tonio Pass is dead away from Tres Alamos Gulch,” said he. “Geronimo can’t be in both places. The boy must be mistaken.”