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“An’ she are a screamer, pard. She jist took me in out o’ mischief, an’ yer see she hev got me fixed.”

“Yes, and you are fortunate to escape death at my hands, for I was sorely tempted to shoot you,” said Panther Kate indignantly.

“Lordy! I’d ’a’ sot heavy on your conscience, miss; but yer do look as though yer’d hev clipped my spurs fer me, ef yer didn’t let daylight inter my head.”

“Now, sir,” said Buffalo Bill, “I suppose you know where to find Kent King?”

“I might be able to strike his trail.”

“Well, see that you do, and also see that the sunset finds you out of Border City.”

“It will, fer a fact.”

“Tell Kent King that now that I know him to be on the path of revenge against me, that I, too, will strike the same trail against him, and kill him when and wherever I find him. Go!”

He unfastened the scarf as he spoke, and, glad to escape, the villain darted out of the door, his haste causing Old Negotiate to laugh heartily.

“I’m glad that you let him go,” said Panther Kate as she left the room.