“Do you know that Buffalo Bill and one of his partners are at your house?”
“I mistrusted as much, for I had heard they were in this part of the country.”
“Well, they are the chaps, all right enough, and they are here for a purpose. They intend to spoil the business of this whole section, pretending they are friends of the Indians. You know in the East they are working up a lot of sympathy for the redskins, and this Cody is playing a high hand for politics. He thinks he is going to be President sometime. Now, we want to get him out of the way in the quietest manner possible. Understand?”
“That’s my name.”
“Are you locked up tight?”
“As mum as a clam in freezing weather.”
“Well, then, here it is: If you can manage to get those fellows drugged, we’ll take them away and keep them out of sight—and pay you well for your part.”
“How could I get them drugged?”
“Easy enough. Couldn’t Fatty Joe fix their food? You know Horsey Al can fix up dope to lay out anything.”
“I’d have to see Fatty. I think he’d go into it if there isn’t to be any real killing. You know he is hiding from a record in the East, and he doesn’t want to do anything shady for a while.”