Finally "Red" came down, nursing his knuckles.
"Says he'll be damned if he will--says he's gone to bed, an' that there ain't a cussed female in this blasted country he'd git up for," he reported circumstantially to the clerk.

"He told me to tell you to go plumb to hell, an' that if any one else come poundin' 'round thar to-night, he'd take a pot shot at 'em through the door.

'Fifteen' seemed a bit peevish, sir, an' I reckoned if he was riled up much more, he might git rambunctious; his language was sure fierce." "Wild Bill" turned slowly around, still calmly smoking, his eyes exhibiting mild amusement.
"Did you clearly inform Mr .-- ah--Montgomery that we desired the room for the use of a lady ?" he questioned gently, apparently both pained and shocked.
"I did, sir." "It surprises me to find one in our city with so little regard for the ordinary courtesies of life, Tommy.

Perhaps I can persuade the gentleman." He disappeared up the stairs, taking them deliberately step by step, the cigar still smoking between his lips.

"Red" called after him.
"Keep away from in front of the door, Bill; he'll shoot sure, for he cocked his gun when I was up there." Hickock glanced back, and waved his hand.
"Don't worry--the room occupied by Mr .-- ah--Montgomery was '15,' I believe you said ?" Whatever occurred above, it was over with very shortly.