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Not many of the guests tarried for the “refreshments” after that. Some went to look for Tim Benson; others, scared, thought it best to take themselves off. In ten minutes after the shooting, Juniper Joe’s cabin was nearly emptied.
CHAPTER II.
“JACKSON DANE, DETECTIVE.”
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At the Eagle House, an hour afterward, the man shot at by Juniper Joe appeared before the door of Buffalo Bill’s room, and rapped.
Nomad, who was in the room with the scout and the baron, being nearest the door, drew it open.
The little man came in, glancing narrowly around; a quiet man, apparently mild-mannered. There was nothing remarkable in his looks; in a crowd he would have been passed without notice. Yet to the keen eyes of Buffalo Bill the man’s very quietness of manner spoke of reserve force and repression.
“Cody, is it not?” said the little man, addressing the scout.
“The same,” the scout answered. “Have a chair with us. These are my good friends, Nick Nomad and Baron von Schnitzenhauser.”
“Glad ter meet up with ye,” said Nomad, as the stranger tucked himself into the first chair.