Quick as lightning in his movements, Buffalo Bill had sprung forward and seized the hand that held the revolver, before the outlaw could come to an upright position, and at the same time he presented one of his own weapons full in the face of his foe, while he said, in the coolest manner possible:
“If you wish to keep in good health, Ginger Sam, you’ll do as I tell you!”
The outlaw was livid with rage, and seemed to feel that his last day on earth had come.
“Do yer intend ter kill me?”
“I do not know what I shall do with you in the end, but at present I intend to disarm you. Drop old Daniel Boone’s rifle you hold in your hand there.”
“It mout break it.”
“I guess not, for it’s too old a settler to be hurt by a little tumble. Drop it, I say!”
“It mout go off an’ shoot yer from ther concussion.”
“My revolver will go off and shoot you from the muzzle, if you don’t obey!”