“Yes, sir. Say, mister, do you care if I ask what your name is?”
“No, my boy; my name is Cody; sometimes called ‘Buffalo Bill.’”
The lad started back and gasped:
“Why, you’re a scout! I’ve read lots about you in the papers that Uncle John sends us. Mr. Cody, would you shake hands with me?”
The scout laughed heartily as he grasped the boy’s hand.
“He’s the right sort, Cody,” observed Hickok.
“What is your name?” asked the scout.
“William Fisher Corey.”
The scout and Hickok laughed.
“His initials are the same as yours, Cody,” the Laramie man said.