“Four aces,” said the scout, without the change of a muscle.
“Four aces!” roared the miner. “Four aces agin’ my four kings! How comes that?”
“You dealt, pard, and were more generous to me than to yourself,” and Buffalo Bill very quietly put the money in his pocket, while he said:
“I’ll play you another game to give you a chance to win back your money, or lose more, if you wish it.”
“There’s only one more game I’ll play with you, Buffalo Bill, and that’s with these,” and the miner quickly leveled his revolvers.
CHAPTER XIV.
TURNING THE TABLES.
The miner’s words and act at once cleared a lane behind Buffalo Bill and himself between the crowds that had gathered around.
But the act did not appear to disturb the scout. If caught off his guard by the sudden drawing of his revolvers by Pistols, Buffalo Bill remained as cool as before, and said:
“Then you are willing to play a square game with me with revolvers, are you?”
“I is going ter play a game with you, yes, but there’s others in it besides, for I has something to say to you, Buffalo Bill.”