“That means you dare not live among your own race, for you look as though you might have been a white man once.”
The basilisk eyes of the stranger fairly blazed at this, and his brow grew dark with rage, while he answered quickly:
“Ef I are, yer’ll never live ter tell thet yer seen me.”
“I’ll stake that I do. Come, put up your money, or make no threats.”
“Waal, you is a bold one, and I’d like ter know yer handle.”
“The boys in camp call me Buffalo Bill.”
Instantly the man’s face changed again, growing livid with passion, while he hissed forth:
“You is Bill Cody, is you?”
“When I am at home, that is my name,” was the reply, and Bill continued: “Now tell me your name, for the more I see of your face the more I feel we have met before.”
“We have.”