“I will grant it.”
“The favor I would ask is that when I come again to see you, you will see me.”
“I have promised; but you must not come when the cowboy king is here, señor.”
Buffalo Bill’s face did not change a muscle at this remarkable request of the fair recluse.
The girl looked at him somewhat anxiously, while he answered graciously:
“It shall be as you wish, señorita. I will now bid you adios and thank you for having received me.”
“Then thanks are due to you, señor, and I wish you would tell me if in any way I can serve you.”
“By allowing me to call again, as you have promised, if I deem it best to come.”
“You have my promise.”
“And may I again ask if you have any idea of who the men were who attacked you that day?”