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The scout turned to Dunbar.

“Have you any property in this hangout, Nate?” he asked.

“That gun you took away from Red Steve belongs to me, Buffalo Bill,” was the reply. “That’s about all I brought with me except my clothes.”

“What became of your horse?”

“That was left with Red Steve’s in a swale to the south of the hangout.”

“Then, amigo, here’s your gun, and we’ll be going.”

The scout motioned Dunbar toward the ladder. The cowboy started up.

“Don’t forget what I told you to tell Benner, Steve,” cautioned the scout as he followed Dunbar. “If this outfit of cattle barons gets in my way, we’re liable to juggle the hatchet somewhat before we bury it.”

As the scout stepped through the slanting door in the roof, a husky laugh floated upward from Red Steve.

“What do you suppose that means?” asked Buffalo Bill of Dunbar.

“Why,” was the answer, “you had Steve going, down there, an’ I reckon he feels good to see the last of you.”

“You’re wide of the mark, Nate. That scoundrel knows something that he thinks will give our work the double cross. But,” the scout added grimly, “that’s a bridge we’ll cross when we get to it.”