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In another second Midnight was upon the piazza, and charged right into the barroom, from which men were scattering by the dozen. Within a minute the barroom was empty, though one of Kent King’s miscreants lay dead on the floor.
Old Negotiate, racing at Midnight’s heels, entered the barroom at this juncture, and bawled:
“Bill, he hev lit out!”
“Who?” Buffalo Bill demanded.
“The boss of ’em all.”
“The leader?”
“Yes, Captain Corduroy.”
“I shot to kill him.”
“Waal, you missed him.”
“I did not, for I saw him fall.”
“Then the bullet glanced on his hard skull, and he played possum to get away.”
“That may be; but let him go.”
Going out upon the piazza, Buffalo Bill saw that Kent King was indeed gone, though two of his allies lay dead where they had fallen, and a third he had just left lifeless, lying on the floor of the barroom.
CHAPTER VIII.
A VILLAIN SURPRISED.
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When Buffalo Bill made his desperate charge for the piazza, there was one of Kent King’s followers who felt that he had made a mistake in volunteering upon a service so dangerous as the killing of the noted scout.