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III
WITH THE WAGON TRAIN
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“Little Billy Cody” was the boy who had been with the two men in the mule fort. Surrounded by the staring crowd Davy felt rather timid and did not know exactly what to do. But Billy Cody promptly put out his hand, Davy extended his, and Billy gripped it warmly.
“Hello,” he said, gruffly. “Where do you hail from?”
“I was out there, with the Indians, while you were fighting,” explained Davy.
“Didn’t we give it to ’em!” asserted Billy Cody. “They thought they had us; but they didn’t.”
“I saw you shoot Lame Buffalo,” said Davy, eagerly. “I guess you killed him.”
“He shore did,” declared the wounded man. “When little Billy draws bead on anything, it’s a goner.”
“Well, I had to do it,” said Billy Cody. “Lew told me to.”
“So I did,” uttered the second of the two men. “It was time those Injuns knew what they were up against, when they tackled us and Billy. That one shot licked ’em.”
“Hurrah for little Billy!” cheered the crowd, good-natured; and Billy fidgeted, embarrassed, although anybody could see that he was rather proud.