“I don’t.”
“Do you think he’s giving the public a square deal? Don’t you think he is lyin’?”
Buffalo Bill seemed to ponder this.
“I’m interested in watching that fellow,” he said. “So, if you’ll just leave his case with me, it will be a favor.”
The sheriff was glad enough to get it off his hands, he said; he had now so many irons in the fire that he was burning some of them. But he declared that in the end Buffalo Bill would discover that the Fool of Folly Mountain was playing a huge double game and profiting by it.
“That’s the opinion of the town, is it?” the scout asked.
“Nearly every one is comin’ round to that belief. So it wouldn’t surprise me if a mob marched up there some night and took him out and hung him. We’ve had too much hold-up work round hyer. And the town is sore over the way it was fooled by Benson and Juniper Joe. The people ain’t goin’ to be easy with the next feller that runs a bluff like that.”
Buffalo Bill laughed.
“I guess there never was a community more cleverly sold,” he remarked.
“And they ain’t any notion o’ bein’ sold ag’in.”