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“You would not kill him, would you, Panther Kate?”

“As I would a snake in my path,” she answered fiercely.

Before she could say more, Ben Tabor and his comrades came out of the tavern and joined them.

“Now to the cabin of Daly; and this man says he will guide us,” Tabor announced.

“Yas, I knows ev’ry crook an’ hole near Border City, don’t I, Buffalo Bill?” said the man.

“You do, indeed, Old Negotiate.”

“I also know that Dandy Daly, the card sharp.”

“A precious rascal, too; where is your horse, Negoshy?”

“Chewin’ grub in ther stable; I’ll go footback.”

“No, jump up behind me, for my horse will carry double.”

“She’ll carry a awful load o’ sin with me on her back,” answered Negotiate, and with a nimble spring he mounted behind the scout, and the Texans having returned with their horses, the party set off at a gallop, Old Negotiate remarking:

“Is yer huntin’ in company with gals now?” and he cast a sly glance at Kate Kearney.

“Yes, Negoshy,” Buffalo Bill answered. “You are not opposed to pleasant company, are you?”