“No?”
“But you make as good a driver as any—and you give up just as easy,” and Boyd Bennett laughed again.
“Well, what is it you want?”
“The gold-box you carry.”
“You’ve got me, old man,” said Buffalo Bill easily. “Guess again.”
“Don’t play with me, Cody, or I’ll have your life.”
“What’s the use of shooting me if you’re not going to make anything out of it?” demanded the scout calmly.
“I am determined to have that paymaster’s chest.”
“Oh, sho! that’s your game, is it?”
“It is.”