Look thar, look at them leggin's! Thar's no eend o' white sculps on' 'em, an' fresh tuk, too!" The eyes of all turned towards these terrible trophies that in gory garniture fringe the buck-skin leg-wear of the savages.

Cully, with several others who knew Wilder well, proceed to examine them, in full expectation of finding among them the skin of their old comrade's head.
There are twelve scalps, all of white men, with others that are Indian, and not a few that exhibit the equally black, but shorter crop of the Mexican.

Those that are indubitably of white men show signs of having been recently taken, but none of them can be identified as the scalp of Walt Wilder.
There is some relief in this, for his old comrades love.

Walt.

Still, there is the damning evidence of the gun, which Cully declares could only have been taken from him along with his life.