“Can you match me?”
“If I could not I would not play with you; but when you said without limit, I wished to know what you meant, as you can size my pile at a thousand. Now you know what I can do, so say whether you will play or back down?”
“Back down?” yelled the miner savagely.
“Yes,” was the perfectly calm response.
“I never backs down agin’ any odds.”
“Then play,” said Buffalo Bill, in the coolest manner possible.
The interest in the games going on in Devil’s Den very quickly were centered in the match between Buffalo Bill and Pistols.
“I’m out for scalps,” the miner had said, in a voice that was heard all over the saloon.
At this Buffalo Bill looked him squarely in the face and there was something in the look that controlled the man, and he said:
“I see now that you have been drinking. Had I suspected this I would not have played with you, for I never play with a drunken man. Behave yourself now, or quit before trouble follows.”