Jackson Dane, who had leaped up with a startled look, dropped nervously back into his chair.
“You’re humorous—at times.”
“Think so?”
“It would turn out to be a boomerang, if you did arrest me and it was found then that I am just what I claim to be; the town would sure have the laugh on you. But you do what I say, and you won’t regret it. Go up to that cabin and arrest Mrs. Joe; and don’t delay about it.”
“Why the haste?” Buffalo Bill asked again.
“Because I have a feeling that she isn’t going to stay long in Blossom Range, and now is your chance to get Tim Benson by doing it.”
He stood up and put on his hat.
“I am ready to go, now,” he said. “You will do as you please, of course.”
“I’m pretty sure to.”
“Well, think it over, anyway. Perhaps you’ll come round to my opinion.”