The man opened his eyes in professed surprise. “Don’t know me? Me—Sam Garland? I reckon you’ve got a sudden trouble of yer head, if ye don’t know me.”
He stopped, and made a pretense of staring harder and in astonishment. His acting was really excellent, so excellent that it fooled even the clever scouts. Suddenly he wheeled his horse, jerking it round.
“Stop!” Buffalo Bill shouted, snatching his revolver.
The man pulled in with a jerk that threw his horse well back. “Don’t shoot!” he yelled. Again his acting was astonishingly clever.
“Surrender!” Wild Bill commanded, covering the fellow with a revolver.
“Yes; don’t shoot!”
The man sat trembling in his saddle, his actions still being but a clever pretense; he was one of the best of Panther Pete’s “stool pigeons.”
Wild Bill caught the bridle of his horse.
“Dismount!” Buffalo Bill commanded.
The man slid from the saddle.