“I’ll add that more to mine.” “So will I,” was the quiet response. “I calls yer.” “Four aces,” and Buffalo Bill laid the cards upon the table. “Durn yer,” said the miner without showing his hand, and the scout pocketed the money. That Pistols felt his loss was evident to all, for his face grew darker and an uglier look came into his eyes. “Well, how much is your hand worth, Mister Pistols?” asked the scout, when the climax of the second game came around. “It’s worth a hundred,” and Pistols appeared confident, then. “No more?” “Well, what is your hand worth?” “Just five hundred dollars, no more no less.” The miner started. Could it be possible that the scout held a better hand than he did this time? No, it could not be. The lightning would not strike twice in the same spot. “I jist says show up to ther tune of five hundred.” Buffalo Bill put up the money he had just won, adding more to it, and said: “There, match that with five hundred.” The miner drew out a greasy buckskin bag and took out a roll of bills. He counted out very slowly five hundred dollars, and it could be seen that very little remained in the bag. “Thar she goes, and yer needn’t squint at ther bag, fer thar is more whar thet come from. Now I’m thinkin’ your money is mine, so show yer hand.” “Four aces,” said the scout, without the change of a muscle. “Four aces!” roared the miner. “Four aces agin’ my four kings! How comes that?” “You dealt, pard, and were more generous to me than to yourself,” and Buffalo Bill very quietly put the money in his pocket, while he said: “I’ll play you another game to give you a chance to win back your money, or lose more, if you wish it.” “There’s only one more game I’ll play with you, Buffalo Bill, and that’s with these,” and the miner quickly leveled his revolvers. CHAPTER XIV. TURNING THE TABLES. The miner’s words and act at once cleared a lane behind Buffalo Bill and himself between the crowds that had gathered around. But the act did not appear to disturb the scout. If caught off his guard by the sudden drawing of his revolvers by Pistols, Buffalo Bill remained as cool as before, and said: “Then you are willing to play a square game with me with revolvers, are you?” “I is going ter play a game with you, yes, but there’s others in it besides, for I has something to say to you, Buffalo Bill.” “Talk fast then, old man, for life’s short, you know.” “Oh, it’ll be short enough to you, when I tells what I knows agin’ you.” “What do you know?” “I knows that you was ther cause o’ havin’ two innocent men strung up in Hangman’s Gulch this night. I only wish I’d been at ther hangin’, for them wouldn’t hev been ther men thet got choked.” “I am listening.”