“Yes; he’s in the prison pen, and she is with Mrs. McGee.”
“And Barlow is in command here now?”
“Yes.”
“And, being the real thief himself, he has flung this young cowboy into jail, and has held the girl?”
“Yes.”
Buffalo Bill bored Wilkins with a keen glance.
“And you—why did you come to me with this?”
Wilkins’ violent wrath blazed out again as he answered, “Because I want to depose him. I’ve told you already—it’s because I want to ruin him.”
“But why?”
Wilkins flung himself round and faced the scout, and put a finger on his swollen lip, and showed his battered face.