“Up with your hands, renegade, or you die!”
“Buffalo Bill!” cried Lucille, in suppressed tones, as though realizing, even in her surprise, the danger of speaking that name there. Then she quickly added:
“For God’s sake do not kill him, for he is my friend.”
Death Face sprang to his feet, yet made no move to draw a weapon, but stood gazing defiantly into the face of the scout, who, at the words of Lucille, lowered his weapons and said quickly:
“Let me step into the cabin, for I may be seen here.”
Quickly Lucille seized his hand and fairly dragged him into the cabin, while she said reproachfully:
“Oh, why did you come here, for your life will be the forfeit?”
“I came for you, Miss Lucille, but I did not expect to find you in a white man’s cabin, free and with company.”
“I will explain all later, but now you must go into hiding, for if you were discovered——”