“Why, merely that I should like to have Lawless pointed out to me before I talk with him. If I don’t like his looks, I’ll get away from here without examining the Forty Thieves.”
These words were the only ones spoken by Smith that struck the scout as peculiar. On the whole, however, Smith had stood the scout’s questioning well.
Buffalo Bill turned away and walked back to Spangler. Smith went on into the hotel.
“What do you know about the Forty Thieves Mine, Spangler?” asked Buffalo Bill.
“I know it’s no good, Buffalo Bill,” said Spangler, with a choppy laugh.
“Where is it?”
“Five miles down the gulch.”
“Who owns it?”
“Give it up. It’s changed hands so many times there ain’t no keepin’ track o’ the owners.”
“Do you know a man who calls himself Captain Lawless?”