“Down she goes.”
The outlaw dropped it in such a way, at the same time giving it a kick, that showed he would like to have it explode in the fall and kill his captor.
But it did not, and, kicking it one side, Bill commanded:
“Now, unbuckle your belt and let it fall!”
“Now, thet would be dangerous.”
“Do as I tell you, and be careful not to let your hand touch those blunderbusses you carry, or you won’t know what killed you.”
The man uttered an oath, but obeyed, and the belt of arms fell to the ground.
“Now step this way.”
Bill drew him a few steps away from his rifle and belt, and then, with a sudden violent wrench of the wrist, tore the revolver from the outlaw’s hand, and pitched it over with the other weapons.
“Now, Bad Man of the Big Horn, I was born tired, and don’t like work, so take your knife and set to work to build a house under this tree,” said Buffalo Bill.