"I thank you, friend Bill, and I'll be discreet, I promise you; but now there is another thing I wish to tell you, and to ask what you think of it."
"Well, what is it, Harding?"
"Do you believe that Sergeant Wallace Weston is dead?" was the query, in a low, earnest tone.
Buffalo Bill started at the unexpected question asked him, and gazing intently at Harding, asked:
"Why do you ask such a question, Harding?"
"I will tell you when you answer my question, Mr. Cody."
"Whether I believe Sergeant Wallace Weston dead?"
"Yes, sir."
"I do."
"You have good reason for believing it, then?"