“I do not believe Kent King left the town!” said Panther Kate, who seemed to be made unduly excited by these disclosures. “Was his name really Kent King?” “That was his name,” the scout answered; “and a greater scamp never went unhung. He intends to kill me, if he can. But what do you know of him, Kate?” The girl did not answer. It was evident that she was deeply moved by something, but she did not speak. Buffalo Bill turned again to the prisoner. “If your captain is in the town, you know where he is!” he declared sternly. “That’s right,” said Tabor. “Blow the devil’s head off if he refuses to tell!” Buffalo Bill’s revolver was again pointed at the man’s head. “It would serve him right; he tried to kill me, and----” “Don’t shoot; I’ll tell all I know,” the man promised. “Where is your master, Kent King?” “Does yer know Dandy Daly, ther card sharp?” “Yes; only too well.” “Well, ther captain is bunkin’ t’-night at Daly’s cabin.” “Do you speak true?” asked Tabor. Buffalo Bill did not need to ask, he saw that the rascal, filled with fear, spoke the truth. “Is Daly with him?” he asked. “No; ther captain is there alone to-night.” “And went there after our little shooting circus at the hotel?” said the scout. “Right ye aire, ever’ time. You’re allus right, Pard Bill.” “Come, let us go back to the town, and then out to Daly’s cabin,” said Panther Kate, with strange anxiety. The scout turned to Vagabond Joe. “Joe, I can see that you have spoken the truth once. For that you may go free. We are after bigger game--your master!” Vagabond Joe could scarcely believe that he heard aright. “Does yer mean it?” he inquired, in bewilderment. “Yes, you may go, because you have told me the truth.” Thereupon the scout released the man. “Bury your dear pards, Joe,” Buffalo Bill commanded. “It’s work we haven’t time for.” Bringing Panther Kate’s horse to her, she sprang lightly into the saddle, and the three set off at a rapid gallop back to town, leaving the vagabond standing in the road gazing after them. As they disappeared, he gave one glance at his two dead comrades, and with superstitious dread uttered a yell of terror and darted away like a deer. CHAPTER X. A MYSTERY. Upon arriving at the town, Ben Tabor suggested that Buffalo Bill and Panther Kate should wait until he went to the gambling hall and called out his half dozen Texan pards, so that there would be no doubt of capturing the gambler. When the Texan had left, Buffalo Bill turned to the girl and said inquiringly: “So you know this Kent King, too, Kate?” “Yes, I have known him for years.” “I believe his real name was Kenton Kingsland?” “Yes, such was his name when I first met him; but tell me, do you think he can have escaped, Mr. Cody?” “Oh, no; he hardly expected to have his disguise known to any one except his friends, and is doubtless at Daly’s cabin.”