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“Hold! Is that your bet, sir? I thought it was to be that Kent King killed you,” interrupted the stranger.
“Make it as you please, and in either case let the winner get the money.”
“All right; if he kills you, I win; if you kill him, you win.”
“Yes, and, Kate, you are to hold the stakes; here’s my dust.”
“And here is mine, girl.”
“Let me fully understand the bet,” she asked quietly, and it was explained to her.
“Thank you; I hope you will win, Mr. Cody; you know where to find me, and this gentleman can look me up should he be the winner; good night!”
And taking the bag of precious metal, Panther Kate left the saloon.
Scarcely had the man departed from the saloon, when, like a returning memory, there came to Buffalo Bill the knowledge that he had seen this man before—that in truth he was none other than Kent King himself, so disguised as almost to defy detection.
CHAPTER VI.
OLD NEGOTIATE’S WARNING.
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The next day, when Old Negotiate entered the hotel—which had been named the Cody Hotel in honor of Buffalo Bill—he found there a motley crowd.