“I’ll allow you to enter, señor, for the señorita will see you?”
“I felt that she would see me,” was the quiet reply of Buffalo Bill.
“She has done so, but——”
“But what?” asked Buffalo Bill, looking the evidently greatly surprised gatekeeper straight in the eye.
“The señor is doubtless an old friend of the señorita?”
This was ventured as though the man was cautiously feeling his way.
“I may and may not be a friend.”
The man halted at this and said:
“Well, I am very sure of one thing, señor.”
“It matters nothing to me what you think; do as you were told to do—lead me to the presence of the señorita.”