The men at the table groaned. “Shall I jump through the winder and try ter git that feller?” Nomad asked. “He’s ther wust of ther lot.” “He is,” the scout admitted; “Benson is the worst of the lot, but he hasn’t escaped yet, even if he is out of this room. Better let him go, right now, Nomad, unless you’re hankerin’ to get a bullet. Better put in your time in tying these rascals here, while the rest of us keep them covered.” “Uff yoost vun uff dhem moves,” said the baron, “I am going to shoodt him; I haf suffered so mooch dot it vouldt pe a bleasure.” The white, scared face of the woman called Vera Bright appeared in the doorway. “You’ve got them?” she said, peering in. “We will have,” Wild Bill told her, “just as soon as Nomad can harness them up.” She came on into the room. “Idt vos a great drick, huh?” cried the German to her. “Aber I ton’dt t’ought at one dime dot I gan standt idt to blay it to der endt.” “So, you wasn’t tied at all back there?” said Gopher Gabe, boring the baron with his ratlike eyes. “Not so dot I feldt idt, eenyhow,” said the baron. “Ve vos der bait for der rat drap, undil idt couldt pe sprung.” Juniper Joe began to rave wildly, cursing the man he had known as the Fool of Folly Mountain. “Was it a fair deal?” he howled. “You went even into the road-agent biz, jest to carry this thing through.” “Which is where you’re mistaken, old boy,” Wild Bill told him; “I only told you so, to get you to take me into the gang, so that I could get on the inside of its schemes. See? And the thing seems to have worked most beautifully.” Nomad was tying the rascals, doing the work well and expeditiously. He was enjoying it, too. “Trapped!” snarled Gopher Gabe, as if the thought choked him. “Trapped!” CHAPTER XXI. TIM BENSON’S ESCAPE. There was no more astonished man in the town than Matt Shepard when he learned what had happened, and that the Fool of Folly Mountain was none other than the famous Wild Bill. The whole of the population of Blossom Range were equally amazed. “It’s even a better trick than Juniper Joe played when he pretended to marry Benson and fooled the whole kit and b’ilin’ of us,” the sheriff declared. But Buffalo Bill was not satisfied; Tim Benson had got away, and he wanted Benson. Juniper Joe was back in jail, in charge of Shepard; and with him were Gopher Gabe and White-eyed Moses. Now that he was trapped and caught, fearing the worst, White-eyed Moses had “peached” on the whole gang, so that others were soon brought to the jail; and there was an exodus of scared people from the town. Knowing that Tim Benson had on more than one occasion sought refuge with the Utes, Buffalo Bill took with him his pards and Shepard, and went out there. Old Iron Bow, the chief, was not pleased with their intrusion into the village. When Buffalo Bill demanded the surrender of the white man, Iron Bow told him no white man was there.