“Prayer from such as you is a mockery,” said Panther Kate, with a look of contempt.
“I suppose you know, sir, that Captain Corduroy, as you call him, escaped?” said the scout.
“No, pard, fer I came in heur, not wishing to shoot yer or git hurted myself.”
“I have no doubt that you wished to escape injury yourself, sir, and it is well for you that you came in here, for three of your comrades lie dead out there; but it would have been the end of me, your coming in here, had not this lady been here to thwart your little game.”
“An’ she are a screamer, pard. She jist took me in out o’ mischief, an’ yer see she hev got me fixed.”
“Yes, and you are fortunate to escape death at my hands, for I was sorely tempted to shoot you,” said Panther Kate indignantly.
“Lordy! I’d ’a’ sot heavy on your conscience, miss; but yer do look as though yer’d hev clipped my spurs fer me, ef yer didn’t let daylight inter my head.”
“Now, sir,” said Buffalo Bill, “I suppose you know where to find Kent King?”
“I might be able to strike his trail.”