“You are Ginger Sam, by Jove!” cried Buffalo Bill, recalling the man’s face, after nearly twenty years. “Yep.” “I remember you now, you miserable old sinner, and how you and your gang hired as teamsters to the train and intended to massacre all hands one night and get the booty.” “Thet’s so; but you overheard two o’ ther boys talkin’, and ther’ were hangin’ done by ther train people, and I’d hev gone ther same way if I hadn’ lit out. Yer thwarted me then, Bill Cody, and I’ve heerd o’ yer doin’ big things o’ late on these hyur borders, an’ I intend ter cut yer days short.” “And I have heard how you played your old tricks of deviltry until you could not live in a border settlement, and here is where you came to hide your ugly head, was it?” “Yas, and it’s better than hangin’.” “You are a bad citizen, Ginger Sam,” said Bill Cody, with a light laugh, although the man still kept him covered with his revolver. “I’m a citizen thet shall take in Buf’ler Bill, fer ye’ve no business in these hyur parts, and, hevin’ comed hyur, I’ll see that yer remain, fer I’m ther Bad Man o’ ther Big Horn, I told yer.” “Do you see that dead Indian lying there?” asked Bill. “I do.” “Well, you had better spend your time burying him than in killing me, for it will be more profitable business.” The outlaw was astounded at the cool nerve displayed by Buffalo Bill in his danger, and could not understand his light, bantering tone. He meant to kill Cody, there was no doubt; but as a cat will play with a mouse to torture it, he wished to make Buffalo Bill suffer terror and despair, so he delayed firing the fatal shot, feeling that he had the scout wholly at his mercy. “I kilt that Injun.” “Why, I shot him myself!” said Buffalo Bill. “What a liar you are!” “I tell yer I was jist leavin’ ther timber when I seen thet Injun, hevin’ got sight o’ me, I s’pose. So I cracks away, an’ I seen him flop over an’ then lie still; but I lays close, fer I thought t’others mou’t be near, an’ then I seen you come out o’ thet timber from this p’int. “I flanked yer, and I’ve been lookin’ at yer, an’ now yer says you kilt ther red.” “And I tell you the truth, and I can prove it.” “How kin you?” “Where did you aim to hit him?” “In the heart.” “Well, look and see if there are two bullet wounds in his body, for I heard your shot, I remember now, and have no doubt but that you fired at him; but he was dying when you did so. Look for the two wounds.” The man stooped to do so, and, with the bound of a panther, Buffalo Bill was upon him. CHAPTER XVIII. THE BAD MAN OF THE BIG HORN. Thrown off his guard by the manner of the scout and by his interest in searching for the second wound in the body of the Indian, Ginger Sam went right into the trap which was set for him, and did just what Buffalo Bill had been endeavoring he should do.