“Watch me, scout.”
“You shall not do it!”
“You are mistaken; I shall. I came back with Red Knife and a few of the braves to point me out the place where Danforth fell. On the way we saw you arrive, and we dogged your steps to the very corpse of your friend.
“Ha, Cody! this is sweet—this revenge. My kind have cast me off. Well, then! I cast the white men off! I spit upon them! I slay them! And now I scalp my enemy!”
Bennett had worked himself into a species of frenzy. He sprang forward now, dropping his revolver, knife in hand, to carry out his threat.
“Never shall you do this crime—not if this is my last act on earth!” shouted the scout.
As he spoke he suddenly jerked a revolver from his belt, threw it forward, and fired pointblank at Boyd Bennett, all with the quickness of a flash of light!
CHAPTER XXVIII.
THE WHITE ANTELOPE INTERFERES.
So rapid and unexpected was this movement of Buffalo Bill, in drawing his revolver and firing it, that not one of the warriors who stood behind the renegade chief—some with arrows already fitted to their bows, and others with rifles covering the scout—had time to fire.