“How do you mean?” flared McGowan.
“Why, in order to secure my aid, you might have been tempted to implicate my Dutch pard.”
McGowan’s “Irish” was up in a moment.
“If you think that——” he began angrily, but the scout smiled and stretched out a hand soothingly.
“I don’t,” said he. “I’ve only seen you twice, but I’m willing to bank on your integrity. You’re the sort of a man I’d like to help.”
McGowan was entirely pacified. The king of scouts had a winning way with him, when he so desired, and that way was now much in evidence.
“I’d think it an honor,” said McGowan, “to have Buffalo Bill help me.”
“I’ll do it, on one consideration only.”
“And that is?”