“Wasn’t with the coach.”
“And the treasure-box?”
“Look for yourself.”
“The Indians got it?”
“Whether they did or did not, you lose the game, Bennett,” said Buffalo Bill, laughing with an appearance of heartiness which he did not feel.
“I don’t believe they got it!” cried Bennett, in rage.
“Well, you can run along and ask ’em. They’re not over a dozen miles away, I reckon.”
The countenance of Boyd Bennett grew black with passion, and for a moment he was silent, while into his eyes crept an expression of devilish intent. Then he spoke, and his words hissed from a throat hot with passion:
“Buffalo Bill, you have sealed your doom by this act!”
“Say! I’ve heard talk like that before, Bennett.”