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“That Ponca is getting ready to shoot again!” exclaimed Buffalo Bill, as he started his horse, Bear Paw, down the descent. “The next bullet may not go as wide as the first, and I reckon we’d better give the buck something to think about, so he’ll let the girl alone.”

As he charged down the slope, Buffalo Bill pulled his forty-five out of his belt and shook a load in the Ponca’s direction.

The range was too great for pistol-work, but the scout succeeded in his design of giving the buck “something to think about.”

The crack of the revolver and the “sing” of the bullet caused the buck to lower the rifle he had half-raised, and to turn his eyes in the direction of the white men. The girl also, for the first time, saw that help was near. She flung up one hand in a mute appeal.

“Don’t ye fret none, gal!” roared Nomad. “We’ll look out fer you!”

The girl, apparently taking courage from the shot fired in the buck’s direction, and from the reassuring tone of Nomad’s voice, slowed down her pony.

A few moments later the pards reached the foot of the ridge and laid their horses across the Ponca’s path. The Ponca, without speaking, tried to go around them. This was the girl’s signal to turn her pony and circle back until she was under the lee of Bear Paw.