“I desire that you shall take the quickest trail to the fort.”
“I’ll die fust,” was the savage reply.
“You had better do as I ask, for I am not one to palaver.”
“I’ll not go a step.”
“Then I’ll lead you there,” was the quiet reply.
The outlaw saw that Buffalo Bill was in earnest, and his thoughts flashed like lightning through his brain.
His gaze falling upon the lariat end, held loosely in the hand of Buffalo Bill, his eyes suddenly gleamed with inborn resolve, and he said resignedly:
“Waal, pard, as I don’t know thet I kin kick agin’ yer, I’ll do as you say.”
“Right, Sammy! Now, move on!”