“But just like Benson. Nobody can ever tell what he’ll do. He’s sharper than tacks and slipperier than eels. But that stage is humpin’ right along—Elmore is driving, and he makes things hum when he’s on the box.”
“Yes, that’s so.”
Wild Bill came out of his room, following the sheriff, and locked the door behind him.
“What you goin’ to do?” Shepard asked.
“I’m going to get word of this to Buffalo Bill as fast as I can.”
“Where is he?”
“Out on that very trail, and looking for Benson.”
“You follow the stage, as soon as you can get your men together! I’ll shack out alone.”
Wild Bill went down the stairway to the lower floor three steps at a jump; then ran out to the stable, at the rear of the hotel, where he kept his riding horse.
Before the slower-moving sheriff was well out in the street, Wild Bill had his horse ready, and was in the saddle.