There I am going to try you and give you the limit--six months and a five-hundred-dollar fine." "I can't afford to go back to the Fort," he pleaded, "let's settle it right here.

What will you take to call it off ?" "One hundred and fifty dollars," I said, "and quick!" Reaching down into his pocket, he pulled out a wallet filled with bills and counted out a hundred and fifty dollars.

By this time the man who had lost the horse had caught his animal in the herd.

He was standing, holding it, near by.
"Partner," I said to him, "take your horse and go back home." "Now, boss," I said to the other man, "let me give you a little advice.
Be careful when a stranger gets into your herd and the owner overtakes you and demands it.

You may run into more trouble than I have given you, for you ought to know by this time that horse-stealing is a hanging offense." He said: "I didn't care a blank about your being justice of the peace and constable combined, but when I found out you were Buffalo Bill it was time to lay down my hand." "All right, old fellow," I said, "good-by." As he rode off he called: "It was worth a hundred and fifty dollars just to get a good look at you," and the other men agreed.
By the time I got back to the fort, guard-mount was over, and a number of officers were in the club.