It was all he said, but the instant Wild Bill heard it, he shrieked out: "'Tis him--_'tis him I shot at Abilene!_" and with a shuddering groan he sank senseless to the pavement. In an instant Bill's friends, who had looked in wonder at this strange scene, sprang to his aid, and, lifting his unconscious form, carried it into the saloon where Bill had met Californian Joe, Captain Jack, and the rest of their crowd. Left alone, the young Texan said a few words to Addie Neidic, then dismounted and told the stable-keeper to keep that horse saddled and bridled, and to get his own Texan mustang ready for use. "I must be out of town before sunrise, or Wild Bill and his friends may have questions to ask that I don't want to answer just now," he said. And then, he walked a little way with Miss Neidic, talking earnestly. But soon he left her, and while she kept on in the direction of her own house, he turned and went to the German restaurant. Entering the room of Willie Pond, he said, abruptly: "If you want to go to the Black Hills with me on your own horse we'll have to leave this section mighty sudden. Wild Bill has set his mind on having the horse I bought and broke for you, and he has a rough crowd to back him up." "If I had known Bill wanted the horse so badly I could have got along with another," said Pond, rather quietly. "What! let _him_ have the horse? Why it hasn't its equal on the plains or in the mountains. It is a thoroughbred--a regular racer, which a sporting man was taking through to the Pacific coast on speculation. He played faro, lost, got broke, and put the horse up for a tenth of its value. I got him for almost nothing compared to his worth. On that horse you can keep out of the way of any red who scours the plains. If you don't want him I do, for Wild Bill shall never put a leg over his back!" "I'll keep him. Don't get mad. I'll keep him and go whenever you are ready," said Pond, completely mastered by the excitement which this young Texan exhibited. "Well, we'll get the horses out of town and in a safe place to-night. And for yourself, I'll take you to the house of a lady friend of mine to stay to-night and to-morrow, and by to-morrow night I'll know all I want to about the movements of the other party, and we can move so as to be just before or behind them, as you and I will decide best." "All right, Jack. I leave it to you. Are you sure the horse will be safe for me to ride?" "Yes. A horse like that once broken is broken for life. They never forget their first lesson. A mongrel breed, stupid, resentful, and tricky, is different. Be ready to mount when I lead him around, I will send for your traveling-bag, and you will find it at the house where we stop." "I will be ready," said Pond. The Texan now left, and Pond watched him as he hurried off to the stable.