A rude sign, on the front wall of the building, near the door, bore the words: “The Taim Tiger.”
The scout chuckled over the sign, for the “Taim” appealed to him humorously.
“That’s about the way to spell it,” he muttered. “I don’t think the sort of tiger they keep here is overly tame. Perhaps, though, I shall be able to clip its claws—we’ll see.”
At the side of the door he halted and looked back to where he had left Dell. The girl was sitting like a statue on her white cayuse.
Buffalo Bill waved his hat to her reassuringly, and then stepped through the wide door of The Tame Tiger.
There were not so many men inside the resort as Buffalo Bill had expected to find. The swift glance he cast around him showed him seven or eight, including a heavy-set person behind a rough board bar, and a supple individual clad in black, with shiny knee-boots and a gaudy sash about his waist.
The man in black, naturally, the scout was overjoyed to find. The scout was not unacquainted with the appearance of Lawless, and this man, even at a rear view, answered the outlaw’s description.
The man behind the bar turned half-around as the scout entered, and stared at him suspiciously. The others in the room, including the man in black, were too much occupied with their own particular business to pay the scout any attention.
Buffalo Bill moved slowly over to the bar and leaned against it.
“There are good pickings everywhere in these parts,” the man in black was saying, “and, with a little nerve, they’re easily got at. How did I pull off that deal on the Sun Dance trail yesterday? How did I take down over twenty thousand dollars at one clip for myself and the boys who were in on the game with me? It was because I know how! I want more men, and if any of you are game enough to ride to Medicine Bluff with me this morning, you’ve got a chance. It’s not often that Captain Lawless has to go drumming for men, and the chance won’t come your way again.”