“See here, nigger, don’t you be fool enough to think all four of us is goin’ ter hang, and that one of us won’t git away, and that we will kill you sure as the sun shines if you don’t let us go.
“That fool, Buffalo Bill, has gone off trustin’ you, and our horses ain’t far away, so we can all pack some provisions on, load up with gold, and be far away afore he comes back.
“As you say you are all on foot, ther scouts kin never catch us, and you’ll git gold enough to last you all your days as a rich man.”
“I’d ruther be a poor honest man than a rich one what had betrayed the gemman I owes my life to more than one time.
“You gemmen is as bad as you kin be, and I’m onter your whole game now, though them in the valley don’t know it.
“When dey does, your necks won’t be worth nothin’, I is a-thinkin’, gemmens.”
“Good for you, black pard.”
The negro sprang to his feet, and was face to face with Buffalo Bill and Ben. The four prisoners scowled and muttered curses.
“Well, Black Bill, we have found your valley.”