There was that in the words and look which mastered the man, for he made at first no reply; but then he said:
“What did I say to make you mad?”
“Nothing, for I am not angry; but you said you were out for scalps, and I wish you to understand that I take the same trail when there is need for it.”
The man appeared cowed, for he said:
“We don’t want trouble, Buffalo Bill, so shall I git a fresh pack of cards, and will yer take a drink?”
“Thank you, I do not care to drink, and you take my advice and let it alone. But get the cards.”
An angry gleam came into the eyes of Pistols. He made no reply, and walked to the bar after a fresh pack of cards.
“Shuffles, give me a fresh pack and some whisky, too,” he said.
“Here’s the cards, Pistols, but take my advice and don’t drink any more, for Buffalo Bill is a stranger here,” said Shuffles.
“Waal, he wants ter git better acquainted with ther folks. Whisky, I said, straight, strong, and blistering.”