There was a faulty side, however, to the Masterson suggestion.
As Mr. Masterson foretold, two riding side and side had made a dash for the wounded Indian, who still lifted up his arm.
"Very well, then," said the Squire, frowning slightly at young Masterson's tone.
When these had assembled, Mr. Masterson and Mr. Short appeared, and the former took command.
In making this last remark Mr. Masterson let his glance fall by chance on Cimarron Bill.
