The villain squirmed as if he did not wish to reply.
“Tell me why you attacked Panther Kate?” the scout demanded, covering the man with a revolver. “What were you and your villainous companions up to?”
“Don’t shoot!” the fellow whined.
“Then speak!”
“Well, yer see, it war this way: We knowed that she had the gold you an’ ther captain put up in that bet you made, and——”
“Your captain?” said the scout.
The man squirmed again.
“Who is your captain—out with it?”
“I calc’late that you know who he is, Buffalo Bill.”
“You mean Kent King, the man I made my bet with—though I did not know at the time he was Kent King—and the man who tried to kill me at the hotel a while ago.”