“I have not asked it, my man. But you will go and say to the señorita that the Señor Cody desires to see her for a few minutes.”
“I’ll go, señor, but she will not see you.”
He returned within ten minutes and said:
“The señorita regrets to decline to see the señor, and that she is not able to offer him hospitality beneath her roof.”
Buffalo Bill smiled, and, taking from his pocket a notebook, he tore out a leaf and wrote upon it:
“‘If taken from the wrist the charm is broken.’ The Señor Cody begs to restore the charm.”
“Hand this to the señorita, my man.”
A silver dollar slipped into the hand prevented any reply, as the man had upon his lips a refusal to bear the message. But he walked off, and Buffalo Bill waited with no show of anxiety as to the result.
This time the gatekeeper was gone for a much longer time than before, and when he returned there was a puzzled look upon his face, as he said: