Quick as lightning Wild Bill pulled his revolver. The stranger fell dead, shot through the brain.

Wild Bill was anything but a quarrelsome man yet I have personal knowledge of at least half a dozen men whom he had at various times killed.

It was because of my great interest in the West, and my belief that its development would be assisted by the interest I could awaken in others, that I decided to bring the West to the East through the medium of the Wild West Show.

Nothing of course was ever done to Bill for the killing of Tutt.

With the help of a friend I got father into a wagon, when the crowd had gone. I held his head in my lap during the ride home. I believed he was mortally wounded. He had been stabbed down through the kidneys, leaving an ugly wound.

As a good horse is not very apt to jump over a bank, if left to guide himself, I let mine pick his own way.