“If you have to take the field against Bascomb,” said he, “then it will be impossible for me to promise him and Bernritter immunity, and place the writing, with a five-pound bar of bullion, by the old shaft. Your activity would be construed as a breach of confidence on my own part. Can’t you put this off, Buffalo Bill, until my daughter is safely in my hands?”
Dell Dauntless whirled on McGowan with fiercy eyes.
“Mr. McGowan!” she cried. “Can it be possible that you are scared?—and that you intend to carry out the demands of two bluffing rascals like Bascomb and Bernritter?”
“I am anxious only for my daughter’s safety.”
“How do you know that Annie will be returned to you, even if you should give up what Bascomb and Bernritter demand?”
“I—I don’t; but I don’t feel like taking any chances.”
“Tush! Annie McGowan is my best friend, and I would face any danger for her. I would think of her safety, too, but I wouldn’t fall in with the schemes of these lawless scoundrels. I shall not return to the Double D Ranch until Annie is safe at the Three-ply—but you take my advice and give Buffalo Bill and me a free hand in this matter. Being Annie’s father, it is only natural that you should be so worried you can’t get the proper perspective of this business. Leave it to others. You’ll help, Buffalo Bill?” she asked, facing the scout.
“Of course,” was the scout’s reply.
“Nomad said you would,” said the girl.