It would never do to be taken into Pocket City as prisoners. Their reputations there were of a very unsavory character. They must get away at all costs, for an enraged border crowd was hard to manage and would only argue the matter after they were hanged.
“I say, Buffalo Bill, this is a darned good joke,” said one of the prisoners.
“What is?”
“Your making us prisoners.”
“Yes, it is funny.”
“I doesn’t see ther joke,” growled the other.
“You haven’t the sense of humor that your companion has, for he sees it,” said the scout.
“But I means this, Pard Buffalo Bill; we was sent here by Deadshot Dean ter git some things for him, and as he bed lost his key he told us ter knock in ther door, don’t yer see?”
“I see where you did the knocking, yes.”
“Now jist go with us ter Deadshot Dean, and he’ll say it’s all right.”