“Why did you do it? You tried to kill me!”
“No—no, señor.”
“Then why did you attack me? Answer me straight.”
“For—for dem!”
Buffalo Bill saw that the Mexican had indicated his handsomely mounted revolvers.
“For my pistols? You wanted to rob me?”
“Si, señor,” was the bold confession.
“Well, you are cool about it!” He searched the Mexican hastily and found nothing. Standing before him he pointed the revolver and clicked the cylinder in a suggestive way.
“I think you are lying. Unless you tell the truth, I shall have to shoot you!”
The Mexican’s teeth chattered with fright and his face became an ashen brown.