Buntline, whose ire was rising, said to Nixon: "What rent will you ask for your theater for next week ?" "Six hundred dollars," was the reply.
"Well, sir, I'll take your theater for next week at that price, and here is half of the amount in advance," said Buntline, as he threw down three hundred dollars on the stand.
Nixon took the money, gave a receipt for it, and had nothing more to say.
"Now, come with me boys," said Buntline; and away we went to the hotel.
Buntline immediately obtained a supply of pens, ink and paper, and then engaged all the hotel clerks as penmen.

In less than an hour after he had rented the theater, he was dashing off page after page of his proposed drama--the work being done in his room at the hotel.

He then set his clerks at copying for him, and at the end of four hours, he jumped up from the table, and enthusiastically shouted: "Hurrah for 'The Scouts of the Plains!' That's the name of the play.

The work is done.

Hurrah!" The parts were then all copied off separately by the clerks, and handing us our respective portions Buntline said: "Now, boys, go to work, and do your level best to have this dead-letter perfect for the rehearsal, which takes place to-morrow morning at ten o'clock, prompt.