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“Who are he, pard?”

Buffalo Bill stepped out of the parlor and soon returned with Old Negotiate.

“Is that one of them, Negotiate?”

“He are.”

“That settles it, and I have to thank you, Panther Kate, for saving my life. Now, what shall I do with your prisoner?”

“I hope you won’t kill him,” said Panther Kate.

“No, I never hit a man when he’s down.”

“Better mark him, Bill,” suggested Old Negotiate.

“No, as he has done me no harm, I’ll let him go, and I will send a message to Kent King by him.”

“I’ll carry it, Pard Bill, an’ I’ll rastle in prayer for yer,” cried the villain.

“Prayer from such as you is a mockery,” said Panther Kate, with a look of contempt.

“I suppose you know, sir, that Captain Corduroy, as you call him, escaped?” said the scout.

“No, pard, fer I came in heur, not wishing to shoot yer or git hurted myself.”

“I have no doubt that you wished to escape injury yourself, sir, and it is well for you that you came in here, for three of your comrades lie dead out there; but it would have been the end of me, your coming in here, had not this lady been here to thwart your little game.”