“Kate don’t gamble her duckits away!”
“Nor drink ’em up!”
Such were the cries heard on all sides. The girl turned to Buffalo Bill, who said:
“Yes, Panther Kate; I have just made a bet with this—this stranger here that I kill Kent King——”
“Hold! Is that your bet, sir? I thought it was to be that Kent King killed you,” interrupted the stranger.
“Make it as you please, and in either case let the winner get the money.”
“All right; if he kills you, I win; if you kill him, you win.”
“Yes, and, Kate, you are to hold the stakes; here’s my dust.”
“And here is mine, girl.”
“Let me fully understand the bet,” she asked quietly, and it was explained to her.