“You do lie.”
“Open the coach door and look for yourself.”
“Not for Joe! I’m no spring chicken, Cody,” laughed the outlaw. “Set a trap for us, have you? Men! fire through that coach—low down.”
Half a dozen or more rifles blazed away. The bullets shattered the sashes of the coach doors and went through and through the vehicle.
“Scared at nothing, are you?” taunted Buffalo Bill. “If I’d come up behind you on a dark night and hollered ‘Boo!’ I suppose you’d all run.”
“Men! if he moves, kill him!” commanded the exasperated Bennett, and he stepped forward and flung open the coach door.
Even Boyd Bennett started at what he beheld there.
“The devil! what does this mean, Cody?”
“Injuns.”
“How did you escape?”