She turned to Buffalo Bill.
“Is it true,” she said, “that he has killed him?”
“Dane has been killed, and we believe this man did it; we have evidence which it seems to us proves it.”
“I’m sure he did—if he is dead.”
She bent her burning eyes on Juniper Joe; and he seemed to wither under them.
“Where is Tim?” she demanded.
“I—I don’t know what you’re sayin’!” he said.
“Oh, yes, you do!” she flashed at him. “Where is the man who was pretending to be your wife—the man you made everybody believe was a woman, when you had that fake wedding at your cabin? That was a fine game; and I nearly died laughing when I knew about it. What’s become of him?”
It was an astonishing revelation; and Buffalo Bill questioned her about it.
“Well, that’s the straight truth I’m giving you,” she said defiantly; “I don’t care anything about this scoundrel here; you can hang him, if you want to, and I think he needs it; but I do want to know what has become of the man who played that game with him. I want to know if he is dead, too, or what has become of him.”