"Of course I do. I've got the change; there is his price. Three hundred dollars you said?"
"Yes; but there's been a chap here looking at that horse who told me to tell you his name, and that he intended to take that horse. I told him a man had bought it, but he said: 'Tell him Wild Bill wants it, and that Wild Bill will come at sunset to take it.'"
"He will?"
It was hissed rather than spoken, while the young Texan's face grew white as snow, his blue eyes darkening till they seemed almost black.
"He will! Let him try it! A sudden death is too good for the blood-stained wretch! But if he will force it on, why let it come. The horse is bought: let him come at sunset if he dares!"
And the young man handed the stable-keeper three one hundred-dollar greenback notes.
CHAPTER IV.
"GIVE UP THAT HORSE, OR DIE!"
Leaving the livery-stable, the young Texan went directly to the German restaurant, and asked for Willie Pond.
He was shown up to the room, recently engaged by the traveler, and found him engaged in cleaning a pair of fine, silver mounted Remington revolvers.