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In truth, Buffalo Bill and his friends had been discussing this very man when he appeared at the door and came in.

“What was said about me, after the shooting?” the stranger asked, drawing one leg over the other and settling into an easy attitude.

“I suppose you want us to be quite frank with you?” said the scout.

“That’s what I’m expecting, gents. I knew something would be said, and I fancied you heard it. I confess I got away so quick that, whatever it was, I lost it. The climate there didn’t seem healthy for me; so I tried as fast as I could to change it.”

He smiled, then—a thin-lipped smile, that had little merriment in it.

“Juniper Joe declared,” the scout told him directly, “that you were Tim Benson, the outlaw and road agent; that he recognized you, as soon as you came through the door, as being the man who had held up a stage at Holbrook and robbed it, getting five thousand dollars of his money; for which he had sworn to kill you on sight.”

That thin-lipped smile, sneering now, became evident again.