Quickly they obeyed, and in an instant the scout had leaped down from the roof and confronted them.
“Breaking into Deadshot Dean’s home, are you? Well, I am glad I happened along at this time, for the miner is a friend of mine, and I guess you are citizens who will not be missed if you are called suddenly away from Pocket City. I’ll take your weapons, sir,” and the scout slipped the revolver and knife from the belt of one of the men.
“And yours, too,” and the second one was disarmed.
“Ain’t you Buffalo Bill?”
“So I am called.”
“Waal, I might have knowed it, fer yer is alus around when yer ain’t wanted.”
“I’m a scout, you know,” was the smiling answer.
“Waal, what does yer treat us this way fer?”
“When I get you to Pocket City it is more than likely you’ll find out,” was the scout’s significant reply.
The two house-breakers did not relish the reply of Buffalo Bill. They felt that they were in dangerous hands and had been caught in an act that would not be tolerated in Yellow Dust Valley.