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They held out their hands—held them out at their sides, on a level with their shoulders. An idea of a grimly humorous turn flashed through the scout’s mind.

“Back to back, gentlemen,” said he, fanning the revolver back and forth so as to command the two impartially.

“Who are you?” demanded Phelps, with an oath.

“I’m a man who’s accustomed to being obeyed. Buffalo Bill is the name, gentlemen.”

The barons were not so far gone with liquor as not to feel a thrill at the sound of that name. And there were a few qualms mixed with the thrills.

“Red Steve was telling me about you!” broke from Benner. “He got to the ranch before I started for here and——”

“He delivered my message, did he?” asked the scout. “If he did, you’ll understand that this call of mine this morning is on behalf of the under dog. You heard what I said?” The scout got up and advanced toward the barons. “Back to back!”

The two men, their angry eyes on the revolver, placed themselves in the position required by the scout.

“I’ll go this buck-and-gag game one better,” proceeded the scout.