“Yer got ther best of us, Pard Bill, in that row!”
“Then you were one of the scoundrelly crowd that came in disguise to the hotel to kill me?”
“’Tain’t no use ter lie to you. Yer knows everything,” the rascal whined.
“I do not believe Kent King left the town!” said Panther Kate, who seemed to be made unduly excited by these disclosures. “Was his name really Kent King?”
“That was his name,” the scout answered; “and a greater scamp never went unhung. He intends to kill me, if he can. But what do you know of him, Kate?”
The girl did not answer. It was evident that she was deeply moved by something, but she did not speak. Buffalo Bill turned again to the prisoner.
“If your captain is in the town, you know where he is!” he declared sternly.
“That’s right,” said Tabor. “Blow the devil’s head off if he refuses to tell!”
Buffalo Bill’s revolver was again pointed at the man’s head.
“It would serve him right; he tried to kill me, and——”