“You’ll wallop him?”
“Wallop him? He’ll think he’s been mixed up in a barbed-wire cyclone; I won’t leave an inch of hide on him.” She turned back to Buffalo Bill. “Ye ain’t seen him, you’re sure?” she said anxiously.
“I’m sorry to say that I haven’t, madam.”
“You ain’t lyin’ to me?”
“No.”
She gave him a fierce glare, and then turned to hurl back some words of defiance to the shouting and laughing crowd.
“Don’t git too clost to me!” she warned. “I’m a lady, and I won’t stand it.”
Then she moved on up the street, looking for her husband, the crowd of amused men and boys streaming after her. Buffalo Bill followed her movements with an amused smile.
“Cody,” said the hotel clerk, who had come down into the street, “I’ve seen all sorts of females in my day, but she takes the cake.”
Buffalo Bill laughed and turned back toward the hotel.