But he heard men around him murmur her name.
It was Addie Neidic.
And then he turned his eyes upon the black horse and rider.

The animal, completely under control, though flecked with foam, came down the street slowly and gently, bearing his rider with an air of pride rather than submission.

As he passed the German restaurant, the rider raised his hat in salutation to Willie Pond, who stood in his window, and said, in a cheerful voice: "Remain in your room.

I have news for you and will be there soon." Without checking his horse the rider kept on until he was within half a length of the horse of Wild Bill, then checking the animal, he said, in a mocking tone: "You spoke to me just as I rode away.

I've come back to hear you out." What was the matter with Wild Bill?
He stood staring wildly at the Texan, his own face white as if a mortal fear had come upon him.
"Where have I seen that face before ?" he gasped.