“Say! you know a whole lot, Bennett. D’ye mind if I smoke?”
“Keep your hands up!” roared Bennett; “or I’ll puncture you!”
“Thanks! You needn’t be so gruff about it. Didn’t know tobacco smoke was so offensive to you.”
“Hand down that box before I count three, or you’re a dead man!” commanded the robber with deadly significance.
“You keep well posted, Bennett; but you’re behind time on this run.”
“What do you mean?” asked the startled road-agent, beginning to suspect that Buffalo Bill’s ease of manner masked some high card in the game.
“The coach has already been robbed.”
“You lie!”
Buffalo Bill’s brows met in a sudden frown.
“You’ve got the drop on me, Bennett, or you’d never question my word aloud.”