“You seem to be cock-sure of what I’m going to treat you to?” said Bennett.
“I am.”
“Well, what is it?”
“You propose to lead the horses to yonder fork of the trail, turn them loose, and start them down Breakneck Hill.”
“Right! Right, by thunder!” roared the road-agent, slapping his thigh and laughing. “You are a mighty good guesser, Buffalo Bill. That is exactly what I shall do.”
CHAPTER XVII.
A FRIEND IN NEED.
If Buffalo Bill’s face paled he showed no other mark of fear. He knew Boyd Bennett, and had every reason to believe that the man hated him desperately enough to carry out his awful threat.
It was no bluff on the outlaw’s part to frighten him into giving up the secret of the hidden government money. To a man like Bennett, whose temper was ungovernable, revenge was worth more than treasure. He did not even ask the scout where he had hidden the treasure-box.
“I haven’t forgotten, my handsome plainsman, that once you captured me and sent me to the guard-house. I swore to be revenged upon you then.”