“Yes, señor, but the cowboy chief attends to that.”
“In his absence who does?”
“You will have to come again, señor.”
“I will ride on, however, and request to see the señorita.”
“It will only be refused.”
“Very well, I can then turn back. But when will the cowboy king return?”
“To-night, señor.”
Thanking the man, Buffalo Bill rode on, and soon approached the heavy gate of the hacienda.
A man stood within, looking through a small window, and said, somewhat rudely:
“The señorita entertains no strangers beneath her roof.”