Buffalo Bill, the border king : a story of daring deeds


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Jssu.d f''eA/y. By Subs criptitm .f;z.soPer year. Entered as Second Class Matter at New York Post Office by STREET & SMITH, 238 Wt1liam St., N.Y. I Price, Five Cents. E BORDER K .IPIG p D ffil D I Wl'fH A LEAP THE BORDER KING SPRANG UP BEHIND HIS DISGUISED PAUD, i.IACK TO BALK, AND OPENED FIRE WITH HIS REYOLVERS.

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.. TALES OF--BUFFALO. Issued Weekly. By Sttoscriptwn $2-50 per year. Entered as Second Class Matter at theN. Y. Post Office, by STREET & SMITH, 2.38 St., N. Y. Entered accqrding to Act of C o ngress in the year JQOI, in the Office of tl1e LiorariaJt of Cong ress, Was h i n g t o n, D. C. No. l. NEW YORK, May 18, 1901. Price Five Cents. UFFALO BILL, THE BORDER KINfi. A. of I>aring Qeeds By the author of 11 BUFFALO BILL." CHAPTER I. RUNNING THE DEATH GAUNTLET. "vVill no man in this fort dare run the death gauntlet bring aid to us?" words rang out sharply, sternly from the lips of Frank Baldwin, commander of Fort Advance in then almost trackless Territory of Utah. dead silence fell upon all who heard the stern, yet appeal. \ was an appeal from the lips of a fearless man, one had won a record as a soldier of the Civil \Var and upon the frontier as an Indian fighter. was a demand for one who would risk almost certain to save a couple of hundred of his fellow beings, g them a score of women and children, from the of cruel savages. the fort beyond the carrying of !'he rifles yet view, was a beft of red outnumbering the defenders five to one. was a desperate situation, for Fort Advance was in the heart of the Western wild,s in the Indian Help from their comrades was forty miles away at the next military post. Several brave men had attempted to run the deadly gauntlet, and had died before the eyes of all in the forr. Such was the situation, and an o ther attack was threat ened at any moment from t h e redskins. The ammunition was growing low; something must be d o ne. So the appeal of the gallant commander had been made. Had it been made in vain? It would seem so; f o r nat a man moved forward to ans-.:er the appeal. Death seemed too sure a result-it would but b 2 another life thrown awav. Better that all should die together. "Look there!" The cry rang like a trumpet from an officer on the watch tower. All eyes were strained in the direction he pointed. A horseman was seen riding like the wind toward the

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pu [(0 THE BUff 1\LO BilL STORIES. \ nd he was l e adin g a T h e lndians se emed a s tmlh surpris ed a t hi s appear-. anc e a s we re the whit es S plendidl y m ounte d b e cer tai n l y wa s And_ the packhorse flyin g a long b y his sid e w a s a race r as well f o r t h e y came on like deer. From whence had the man come? Who was he? How had he gotten alm os t through the Indian lin es undiscovered? He certainl y had d o ne s o for no shot, no arrows had been fired at him until he was discovered by the officer on the watch tower of the fort. Then it was that he was seen to spur forward like t he wind. He was heading directly for the large gates of the stockade fort That he had chosen well his place to break through the Indian death circle was evident f o r there were few to pray God to spare t h e s pl e ndid f e ll o w who was daring the gaunt l e t o f dea t h H e w a s showing those in th e f ort that he was daring to d o wh a t othe r s had shrunk from, at the call for volt.: n teers. v V h y d oes h e not leave hi s packhorse?" cried an of fic e r. The n th e commandant called out: Cap ta in Keyes, take your troo p t o t he r es cu e of that brave f ellow!" "\i'i/ ith pl e a s ure sir. I wa s going to a s k it, w a s cheery r eply. The bugle s ounded, only to b e d eadened b y a roar from two hundred voices in a c h eer following cry o f an office r who had a glass t o h is eye s. "It i s Buffalo Bill the Border King!" CHAPTER II. THE VOLUNTEER. braves n_e_ar him, and he was upon a ridge that sloped t o T h e wild cheers that gr' eeted the recognition a valley across which la y the fort on a high hill heavily daring gaunt'l e t runne r c a me in alm os t fre nzied r o ars, timbered. piping v o ic es oi childr e n the tre bl e notes of women Along the ridge he sped, his rifle turned t o the left the d ee p bass of m e n mingling in one grand, swelling, then to the right, firing from the right and left shoulder. spiring ch orus. with the same ea s e T h e Border King a s h e had. b ee n call e d heard t When he pulled trigger his bullet did not miss it s s o und. mark. He unde r stood that i t wa s for h i m. and h e w ave d The rifle rang out a death knell, or sent a wounde d broa d sombrero. and came on at t he s a me mad pace. brave out of action. Buffalo Bill, the Bor de r King was the chie f o f .The ponie s of the Indians wer e f e ed i n g in the vall ey, at that very fort, .an d h e w a s th e h e ro of all who with only a guard here and there, and there were n o hi m mounted warriors near to close in on him or h ead him off. As c hi ef o f scou t s a t th e p ost, h e was a l ways Hark! Their maddened yells at the dread of the e saround t o t ell of d a n g e r to t h e d e f e nders. cape of the daring. man, were fearful to h e::tr. A w e e k b efore h e hfld starte d f o r D enve r w ith They were in a frenzy of rage at the de s p erate a c t of portant d is patche s, but had r eturned in h alf a day the horseman. report sig ns of large batlcl s of Indians abo ut. Rifles and bows sent bullets and shafts at him, at Then b e h ad agai n g o n e o n the traiL long range. Tha t t h e h e dreade d was r e al the If he was hit he did not show it. o f the fort se v e r a l days late r had s hown. His horse s still thundered on along the ridge. Then down toward the valle y he < sp e d as reckl ess l_y as a frenzied buffalo. "He can never make it!" "The Indian guards are d r i ving i n the ir p o n ies to bar his way!" "Who is he?" "How he ride s ?" "God guard the b rave fellow!' Such w e re the cri e s t h a t c a m e from the offi ce r s of the fort Other cries cam e from the m e n The wc,m e n bad dropped ot1 t h e i r k n ee 3 o n t h e g round Scouts had b ee n sent f o r ai d, but n o t one had through the d eath b e lt surrounding t h e f ort. The b e lt of merc ile ss humanity wa s ti g h te nin g h our, ammuniti o n was g iving out and all realized the end w ould be if h e lp did not come. A11d no w came Buffalo Bill. the B o_rde r King. H e wa s seemingly coming froni the sunshine into the s h adow o f d eath. W hy did he d o it? J T1he que s ti o n n o n e c o uld answe r But that he wa s c
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THE BUff 1\LO BILL STO'RIES. 3 'Vhat could he do now to help them m their great eed? That was th e question. But all hoped that he could do m:.::oh All f e lt th e b ette r for h i s coming. r I ajo r Frank Baldwin' s face w o r e a pleased l ook. H e h a d k no\m willia m F. Cody, th e Scout l ong and ell. He kn e w all tha t h e was c a p ab le of. A border bo ?. r ea re d in the sha d ow o f d e ath an Inan fig hte r from his tenth y ear, the he ro o f hundred s of rin g d eeds, thrilling a d v enture;; and narrow escap es, ntl e as a w01:nan. y e t savage in battle as a mount a in n. h e h a d on the title his comrades had bestowed n him, and his c oming to the fort n o w wa s worth c ompany of r e inf o rc e ments. ''?\ever mind. Keye s for it js Co dy and h e wiil get rough, call ed, out Major Bal d win to Capt a in Keyes, his men w e re m o unting. Captain Edward L. Key e s was a sp l e n d id t y p e of cav y officer, and he was anxi o us for a bru s h with th e r e d ins at clo se quarte rs. He was disa p pointed. But as the man was known t o be Buffalo Bill, he reed with Major Baldwin that "he would get through." In fact the B o rd e r King h a d turned his r epeating rifle on the Indian guar ds who were trying t o h e ad him by blockin g his way with the lar ge herd of ponies His rifl e rattl e d f o rth lively, yet de a d ly, music, and his was wond e rfully true for a man riding at full speed. hen the empty rit1e was swung .at his back, and with evolver in each hand the daring sc o u t began to fairl y w a path throu g h the herd of poni es, which quickly ke fro m before him and s tamped e d a head of him. nother wild cheer from the soldiers arose for the at herd of ponies were being direct! y toward biggates of t h e f ort. 'Out and line th e m up.'' Throw ope n the g a t es!'' comm a nded Major Baldwin. h e soldier s o b eyed; Captain K eyes and h i s troop tching o u t in two lines to r e ceiv e them. n vain did the Indian guards try to head off the pede. y pla cing th e ir p o nies i>J the valley where the grass plentiful, th e y were caught in their own trap. uffalo Bill had outwitted th em. nto the fort dasl ; ed hundreds of poni e s to b e corralled e lose up o n th e ir heel s came the B order King, still ing his packhorse. On guard all; for the I!!dians will charge on foot to and follow t'heir ponies in!' he voice of Buffalo Bill reached every ear. Major Baldwin at once ordered all men to their posts of duty, while a cheer followed the Border : King's word: "Strip the packhorse! I have brought you ammuni tion!" "God bless you, Cody, for those words-you have saved us,'' cried Major Baldwin, and there was a tremor in the voice of the brave officer as he glanced toward the group of wom e n and children. Then the major, as he wrung the scout's hand, said: "In the name of the Rockies, where did you get am munition?" "From wh e r e I hid it sir over a year ago-there is enough to stand you untii aid comes, for you have sent for it, of cours e sir?" "Sent, alas! But five men have died in the attempt," was the sad response. Bill' s face assumed a look of anxiety-a look not oiten seen there. "I had called for another volunteer when we discovered you c o min g-it was a splendid da sh, and a desperate on e f o r y o u to make, Cody." "I will m ake it again, sir for we must have help!" was the determin e d re s p o nse of the Border King:. I CHAPTER III. THE RED SKIN KING OF THE SIOUX. Hardly had Buffalo Bill uttered the h o peful words that th1;lled all w h o heard him that he would go for help, ride o nce more through that death gauntlet, where warn ing cri e s arose that the Indian s were coming in great force and fr o m a:ll qu a rters, all afo o t save a few chiefs h e re and the re who ha.d pick e d up stray ponies from the herd. The ammt:nition, brought on the pa c khorse led by Buffalo Bill, was hastily distributed among the defend ers, with ord e rs to throw no shot awa y-to shoot to kill. Powder was a s preci o us to that devoted band as gold du s t and bull e t s wer e a s valuable as diamonds. Maj o r Bal d win took his position in the watch tower, Buffalo Bill by his side repeating rifle in hand and near th e m st o od a couple of young officers as aids, and the bugler. 1 All were armed with rifles and ev e ry weapon for which ther e was no man was loaded and ready. The w om e n of the f ort w e re in two groups, one to re load weap o n s the oth e r to aid the surgeon with the wounded The Indians came swarmh1g up from the valley like a red t i dal wave They were measuring their circle and expecting to rush over the stockade walls in a cyclonic charge. They quickened their pace as they came, then began

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--... 4 THE BUFfALO BILL S T O RIES their ,, cird, mid, appalling war cries, and with a bound were in a rush, sending shmvers of arrows and a hail pf bullets as they came on. It was a grand charge to look upon. 'It was a desperate one to check. The men had their orders and obeyed them. Not a rifle cra cked until the deep boom of the four six-pounder guns belched forth their ti1undering dis charge of iron death shots. Then Violley upon volley of carbine, .repeating rifle and musket followed. It becatne incessant and thunder of the big guns broke savagely into the fearful chorus. ''And the cheers of the fort's defenders, the wild snort ing of the corralled herd of Indian ponies, and demoral izing yells of the redskins made a very hell on earth. Above all rose the notes of the bugle sending forth orders at Major Baldwin's command, and now and then the piercing, weird, wild war cry of the Border Kihg was heard, and well did the charging Indians know the battle call of the white chief they called "The Long Hair." But Indiqn nature was not equal to face the deadly hail of iron and lead, and the red wave broke against the hill sides, writhed as though in death agony for a moment, then surged backward, slowly at first, then gathering speed in one mad stampede. It was the ba ckward flow of the mighty red tidal wave that 'had dashed upon the breakers of steel, iron and lead. It surged backward, all save the many dead and a few wounded braves that remained on the hillsides, and one mounted chief. It was Oak Heart, the great leading chief, mounted upon a large white cavalry horse he had captured months before. The horse had determined to rejoin the whites, and he made a dash for the fort. In vain did Chief Oak Heart try to check him. He would have thrown himself from the saddle could he have done so . But he had trapped himself by having bound his lariat around his body and the cavalry saddle he rode, that, if wounded, or killed, he would not be left on th e field to his foe. He had lost his scalping knife and could not cut the rawhide lariat that h eld him fast. He writhed, doubtless swore in choicest Indian lingo, yelped like a wounded coyote and all in vain a s he tugged at reins and lariat. He could not c heck the hors e nor unfasten the lariat. His Indian braves saw his terrible position and rushed back to try and rescue him. Buffalo Bill b een first to sec the s crape into w l1ich the chief had gotten himself, and he had run down the watch tower, thrown himself upon his still s claybank scouting horse Buckskin) shouted for t'he to be opened and dashed out toward Oak Heart. Another -moment and the Border King was by side of the Indian chief, his revolver held at his head one hand, his other hand gras;>ing the rein of the white horse, and, in spite of the fire of the group of skin rescuers, he was forcing his prisoner toward open gate of the fort. A fire from the artillery quickly sent the would-be skin rescuers reeling back to cover, and the next into the stockade dashed ehe Border King with his tive1 the Oak Heart, the Red King of the Sioux. The cheers were deafening that greeted the n"'''"' "' and Major Baldwin was there to welcome the scout a warm hand-grasp and the words: "Another great deed to your credit, Buffalo Bill. "It was cleverly done," and he turned to the the scout was freeing from the lariat that been the cause of his capture. The Redskin King of the Sioux proved worthy title. His face was emotionless, and his look and ing full of fearlessness and savage dignity. He had been captured, hi.tmbled in the eyes thousand braves, but he was defiant stiJI in the his foes and would not reveal his heart anguish to eyes. "Now, Major Baldwin, I am ready to make th throug11 for aid," said Buffalo Bill, with perfect turning from the Indian chief to the commandant. CHAPTER JV. BUFFALO BILLJS PLOT. There \Yas a look upon Buffalo Bilfs face as he that told Major Baldwin that the scout had plan which he wis h e d to make known to him. So he said: "Come to my quarters with me, Cody, and we it over. Capta in Keyes, kindly take charge of th and see he is v.;eH cared for.'' When t11ey reached his quarters the major said: "Are you in earnest in attempting to make perate rt111, Cody?" "Never more so in my life Maj o r Baldwin .''"No man knows the danger better than you do." And no man, I believe, sir, stands a better ch get throu gh." "I believe you, and yet, where many goodmen m S'Pared to make the attempt, you arc one who replaced." "Thank you sir hut my life is no more another man's is to him."

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T H E BUF F ALO 'BILL STOR1ES. 5 "Yet your place cannot be filled, and if I can get a vo lteer, I wish to do so." "Captain Keyes is anxious to go, sir, b u t--" "Oh, yes, Keyes is a dare devil whom nothin g will unt, but I refused his request, and others among my w officers." "Then I go, sir." "First, tell me about y'Our mission." I delivered your d ispatches, sir, and have here others r you, Then, on my return, I feared there was trouble ie, and know.ing that you had little ammunition, I re embered tl1e supply we hacb to bury once, when on the p e dition with Captain Ames, as our horses were so rn out they cou ld carry but half a load, so I went by d found it in good s hape "I had killed an Indian chief just before I reached spot, for he came for me r o trghshod, and his warnnet and dress made a good disguise for me, and his rse was the very one I wanted for pack-animal. "I dre s se d u.p in the chief s outfi't, loaded the pack rs e, too k my bearings as the b est place to break through lines, and I g-ot al ong well until I reacheq the rid'ge. 'Then my troubles began, s i r, and I skinned out of my skin cLisguis e and made a run for it-so here I 'am." 'And a n1ore gallant ride I never saw, and for fear that 1e may not know you a s the real King of Bordermen, hink I s hall have to have you baptized as such by the plain; but you have done nobly, Cody, and you know 111 I appreciate your brave deed for the ammunition brought will save us for several clays. 'Now you have a plan decided upon, I am sure. 'Yes, sir." 'Well, I have ordered dinner for you and whil e you eat e can talk." 'Thank you. s ir for I am a little slitJL-vvaisted, I ad not having stopped to cook a meal since yesterday. Just like you, when others demand your services '' It is live and let liv e with any true man, Yiajor Bald-t." Yes, and y o u sti c k to th e golden rule better than many !>Ur chaplains do rTow, sir,although we have old Chief Oak H eart a pri sr I am sure w e can make no terms with the redskins. They lov e him, and yet they know he would not allow 1 to buy off for of harm to him 'JI believe you are right . rYes, sir, ar:'Cl so, if yo n ,iii haY e a talk with him for .peaks English w e ll, a s J h appe n to know, and what es not understand, l can int erpret into Sioux for you can let him know that y o u set him free, .having desire to take his lif e or punish him as a brave t y." ut why set him free?" I \ "To let me make sure of him sir .. "How?" "I will mount his horse, the bi te 1 \ hic h he captured from Colonel M iles, and no faster, long-endur ing or better animal is on this frontier. "I will let him mount my which is beginning to fail me, and we w ill ride out side by side, for I am to return him to hi s people, you know, sir." "I don t just see your plan, Cody." "I'll make it plain, sir, by saying tha. t I will paint up and rig up as old Oak Heart, sir, mount his horse and ride toward his lines. "I shall wave his braves back, as though I d o not wish them to meet me, and when I get near the canyon, through the ridge, I shall make a dash for it, and you bet I'll go through a'll right, and nothing in that outfit can head m e off, or catch me." "And the chief?" "Send him out of the stockade, sir just as I make a break for the canyon, and that will confnse the Indians and be a stroke in my favor." "A splem J id plan ;and I believe it can be done-in fact, in no Gther way could a succes-sful run be made through that death gauntlet. "So I believe sir, for strategy must aid pluck." "Yes, I see you are the one to make the effort." "Major, perliaps, after all, it would be best for me to go qut as my natural self, along wit)l my scout pard, Texas Jack, and he to play the par t of Chief Oak Heart. "We will thus confuse the Indians until we get wei! through their lines, for they w111 think some plan has b e en arranged by their chief and Jack and I can both sail through, for it is better not to have all yom eggs in one basket, and one o f us must get through. "Jack has been on duty night 2 nd da y y e t volunteered to run the gauntlet, but I refused, a s I needed his advice; but he will go, and, as you say, it is best to have two, though I am sorry you and your Texas pard are to be the two." "I thinkw e will m a k e it all r ight, sir-\\e can but die tryiug. So T exas Jack was se n t for, the plan made known to him, and readily to. Then Oak Heart was given a uniform and slouch hat in place of hi s warb onnet and buckskin suit. the sco uts had their dinner, Buffalo Bill mounted the Indian Chief's horse, and Texas Jack his own ariimal, and they were ready for the deadly ride. The chief, mounted upon Buffalo Bill's black, was helt.! in readiness to be set free as t he Border King his scout comrade reached the danger line.

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6 I -THE BUFFJ\LO BILL STORIES. CHAPTER V. THE DESPERATE VENTURlt. The Indians had retired sullenly to a distance from the fort, their camping line. But the belt of red humanity still encircled the fort in a grip that plainly showed determination to bide their time for revenge. The wounded redskins had dragged themselves, those who could do so, back toward their companions, while a few, who were too far gone to move, were brought in by the soldiers and cared for. This Oak Heart saw, and yet his face betrayed no indi cation df his thoughts. The dead were left where they had fallen, to be buried later, after the scene that must follow the flight of Buffalo Bill and Texas Jack for aid. What would follow the departure of the two scouts no one in the fort could tell. The defenders of Fort Advance had not escaped in the figh( without harm for several soldiers had been killed and half' a dozen more or less seriously wounded. Soon the time came for the start 'to be made. Several officers urged th'!t the Border King should wait for darkness, but he said that it would be utterl y im possible for a horse to go through .the Indian lines then. The Chief l ak Heart had been mounted upon one of the captured ponies, for Texas Jack, disguised as the Sioux king, was to ride his white horse. When Buffalo Bill and Texas Jack appeared, ready for the bold dash, many not in the secret of the ruse to be played mistook the Texan for the Sioux chi ef, so good was his disg).lise. "Pardon me, Major Baldwin but I would keep a belt of sentinels outside the fort, sir, when night comes on, and the men on their posts, for the redskins may craw l up for a da s h at da y break," said Buf!alo Bill, as he pre pared to mount. "I will do so, Bill. "Good -by, and may your good 1uck not desert rou now. You and Jack carry the h opes of the garrison." The ladies in the for t had all come forward and sai d good-by, with earnest pra) ; ers for the success of the Border King and his companion. Then the word was given to start b y Buffalo Bill, and they rode silently out of the fort. "We will bear toward the left Jack. for ou r b est plan is to strike for the canyon," said Cody. "Yes, but we will make the clash only when we have to, as we will gain by getting as near as possible b efo re being discovered." ;'Right you are Jack." "The moment th e r eds begin to move to ward us you must sign for to go back, that we are them." I will." "But what do they think now, for they see us an d der at you bringing their supposed chief back to them I 'd give much to know what they do think, Jack, I guess before long we ll find out." Texas Jack laughed, and Buffalo Bill added: "It is useless to ask you, Jack, if you've got your and revolvers ready for instant use?" "You bet I have-how r ea dy, some of those soon know." The two men were as watchful as antel opes cautious ; but they were perfectly cool and ready to death without the quiver of a nerve. They rode slowly, and the eyes of the Indians upon them. ... It was very plain that the redskins did not un just what was tl e matter when they saw their c they supposed, coming ba ck to then1 in the co t'np their dreaded foe, the great Pa-e-has-ka. They b ega n to move forward in a body to m eet when Buffalo Bill said: "Now give th em the sign Jack. :' This the Texan did b y raising first one hand, other, the palms toward th e Indians, and waving back. They hesitated then obeyed. "The game goes our way so far, Jack." "Yes, we've got a full h a nd of t ru mps to throw when they call us. "But I'll bet big money the people back yonder fort are watching us close." "Yes, and with beating hearts Jack, for our well as the ir own. "And if old Oak Heart isn't on to our bluff, not secretly cussing in Indian swear words, I'll war bonnet, which, by the way, is ab out as as a wreath of prickly pears ." Buffalo Bill laughed and replied: "I confes s your sombrero is more becoming style of beauty Jack; but you v e got it along, with soap and water, soon be yourself onte more. "If I don't get scalped, which is more than this is no picnic for us, pard Bill. "No; but we are doing our duty if we do go and that is some satisfaction. Let us bear more the can yo n." They did so, and eve ry e ye in the fort was every lip was murmuring a prayer for the two their de <.perate venture. Closer and closer they drew to the Indian 1' grouping toward a given point I t

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THE BILL STQRIES 7 "That's the move I like to sec them l T 1!-:e Jack; so sign them to get together." Tex" as Jack, playing wei! his part of Chief Oak Heart, signed as t o ld, and the Indians moved more rapidly the poi1'lt where it was supposed that the t'Wo would meet them. are doing great, J ack. "You bet. we are." "When \YC reach that tree ahead we must make a sh." "Fm with y ou. Bi ll. The tree was reached, and the Border King said, arply: ''Now for it!" CHAPTER VI.. 'fHE Rli5H OF THE SCOUTS. The hearts of the watching people of tile garris o n were n their throats, -and a -cry of.drecd came Y:hen they, e Border Kirig and Texas Jack start their horses from walk into a run. The Indians saw the act, and did not comprehend it. They still believed that their chief was theone with the Border King o f the palefaces. The sign language used by Jack had drawn y Indians away from the canyon. Tho s e who did not le::tve were very fc-,y, yet had to b e with. The mouth of the canyon was really deserted, and Buf o B i ll ha c i chosen wise ly in making that point his place break through the lines. The great scout had eagerly counted the ponies that in view and saw that they were not over two dozen number. T h e stampede of the had been a n a li11ost comdismounting of braves. The ponies that might follow, should they get through, 'ther Buffalo B i ll or Texas Jack feared, mounte d upon e splendid animals they were. "N9w we'll let em out; ] ack ,'' suddenly cri e d Buffal o ;,vhen he saw that t h e turn had to be made direc t the canyon, for to hold on as they t -hen were would them soon upon the gathering crowd of redskins. Texas Jack smiled r ec kless settled hiniself well in s a dd l e, and the two were off l ike frightened dee r For an i n s tant onl y t h e Indians stood in dumb amazeThen it dawned upon them that the dreaded King of he Border had outgeneraled the m. T h e wi l d war cries t hat b r oke from their l ips were for thos e in the fort t o hear. Then, a s o ne man, the I ndians rushed toward the can b n, firing a s t hey did so. The scouts d i d not r e turn the i r fire were keeping their bullets for marks nearer at h.. !.he barrier they m ust face at the mouth of the c a ny o n. Sllddenl) ; Buffa l o Bill r aise d h i s rifle, a n d shot afte r shot rang out. He fired directly !n front 9 f him, at the Indians gather ing to bar their way. There were perhaps a score of them ne a r enough to be danger ous The repeating rifle of the Border King sapg dead l y music for several braves fell. With the la s t shot Texas Jack's rifle took up the tune a n d rattl ed forth fatal notes. They were now close upon the reel group, and the hot, l ea den hai l had forced them to scatter. Thea,._ with reins let fall, and a reyolver in hand the scouts rode on . lt was a desperate charge, and thC?u g h hidden f r om great ru s h of I1 dians by the natur e of the ground, wat in plai n view of all at the fort. "Drop behind me Jack, for one of us must get through, yo u know. cried the Border King. Texas Jack obeyed, and on the mad rus h continued. A chorns of wil d yells, the rattle of revo lvers, the ring ing cries of the two scouts, heard at the fort, and the Border King and the Texan were. fig h ting, flying for life. Every eye was upo n them from the fort. They saw Buffalo Bill's horse stagger a n d fall, a n d Texas Jack pass on. A cry of horror came from two hundre d pallid lips back at the fort. A cho 'ms of triumphant yelis broke. f rom lmndreds of sa\'age throats on either s ide of the c anyoi 1 But the Border King arose and stood at bay . 1 \ncl ;ed rnen went down before his dead l y a i m. r\nd, mounted upon the Sioux chief's splendid white horse Texas Jack was seen to turn ba<.ek, dash to Cody's side, and with a leap the Border K ing sprang up behind him his back to h is pard's b ac k, and a p3.ir of f r es hdraml revolvers in hi s hands to fir e to the rear upon hi s foes Just at that moment Oak Heart, the Sioux c hi ef, dashed from the fort, b e lieved at first by his bra ves to b e a so l dier. The cheer that greeted the act of Texa s J ack, in re turning for his chief, and t h e latter's esc a pe and novel retreat on the back of the white horse turned t he e yes of t h e redskins toward the fort. T hey thus saw thei r 1 h i d recognized him through his ca ll and, beli ev in g that he vvas escaping, press ed t o his r escue

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8 T H E BUFF 1\LO BILL STORIES. And meanwhile Buffalo Bill and Texas Jack, :11ounted upon the white horse, pa s sed on out of sight iH the canyon. CHAPTER V I I. THE ACE OF CLUBS. V v eve got Jack." Yes, Pard Bill." "Anybody hurt?" "I got a couple of slight arrow wounds, and your btack horse went down, poor f e llow." "Yes, and a good pard he has been to me, too-peace to his ashes " A nd how about you, Pard Bill?'' "A touch from a bullet in my shoulder, and four ar row s in my clothes-we were lucky." "You bet we were. But now what is to be done, as we on:y have one horse?" "I was just thinking." "And your thoughts?" /. "\,Y e cannqt both ride one horse." "N 0, indeed "One of us must push on for help." "Sure." "There is no danger of the reds following us, for they have few ponies left, and th e y all know what this horse can do." "They do, and we do." "Now, I will go on, as soon as we stop at t'he creek ahead and shape ourselves up, and you can scout around until I come back with help from Fort Resistance." "Pard Bill." "Yes?" "They need every rifle in the fort, you know." "Indeed they do." "Scouting around here for about two days I can do no good.'' "Not much." "'Well, as I've got r:o grub to speak of, and the peo ple in the fort will be anxiou s as to whether we got through or not, I'll wa i t until night and then make my way through the redskin lines and go to the fort." "You'll do no such a thing, Jack Omohundro. "Why not?" "TI1ere is no danger going on nmv for help, and I'll r eturn to the fort and you strike out for Resistance{ for I got you into this." "Yes, :l.nd you are always lookinefor trouble to o-et ::. mto. and to keep others out of. Chief of Scouts, Buffalo Bill the Border King, I suggested the idea to return, and I go, while you go on." :'No." "You know I speak the lingo 0. K." "Yes, as I do." "I'm already playing I ndian." "That may be, but I can soon change tpy co lors;' I must be the one to go, Pard Bill." here, Jack, I admit that the people need the of one of us in the fort, and one of must return; hut risk is great, and as you are anxious to take it .while go through no danger to reach the post, I say I must the one to return to Fort Advance." "\,Yell, on one condition." "What?" "I like to play chance games, and you do too, draw lots to see which one goes." "I don t l ike to do this "It's as fair for you as for me, so when we reach creek, we'll just make it a game of chance to see who back." "I'll go you, for my luck will stand by me." _"I'm something of a child of fortune myself." They soon reached the creek, dismounted, looked their slight wounds, dressing them for each othe r their rations, for they had brought but little along to and then Buffalo Bill said: "Now we'll draw lots to see who goes; but I wish had a pack of cards "I've got what the boys call a Sing Sing Bible," Texas Jack pulled from an inner pocket a pack of ing cards, adding: "I always find them come in useful." "Good! But we can't take the time to play a so I'll shuffle, you cut in two even parts and the one holds the Ace of Clubs goes to the fort." ,Pard Bill, it's a go, and. your plan is the one. "Shuffle 'ern good, though I've got the game." "Don't be too cock-sure about that; my brave Texas, for I'm something o f a game winn.er myself." The men spoke in a light-hearte.d way, but each the terrible ordeal to fall to the one who attempted to turn to the fort. They knew that the aid of one of them was needed Major Baldwin, as an adviser, and his rifle as well . They also were aware that the news that one had for h e lp, after getting safely through the lines would a note of joy to the garrison. For thes e reasons and having but one horse, they both anxious to take t11e risk. T he cards were shuffled by Btiffalo Bill, Texas J cut t'hem in two equal parts, and, with smiting faces, began to play the game that was to have one of risk death in its worst form. Only a few cards were thrown down and Buffalo had revealed the fact that he held two

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' TtiE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 9 1'And 1 have one-the Ace of Clubs," cried Texas Jack. One l9oked triup1phant, the other regretful. "I told you I WClS a Child of Pard Bill." "Well, I yield, Jack, and may you r luck take you through in safety." 'Til get there with both feet, or the r eds will know that I tried.'' "Yes, and the garrison, too. "Now, I must be off, and the white mus t show that he can make the miles fly behind him. "So I'll be back with help as soon as men can get there." "Yes, I know v,rell that you'll bring help upon the 'ump." "And now, good by, Ja.ck, old pard, and-and-and if you do go under I 'll see that there are red ghosts on same trail to the Bappy Hunting Grounds to avenge I : '.'I know that, Bill." Neither dared trust himself t o sav more, their h a nds I e d in an iron grip of g o od-by, and, walking quickly wh e re the s plendid white was feeding, Buffalo Bill rew himself upon his b
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, 10 THE BUFF 1\LO BILL STOR!ES. They were near, upon each side, in his path, but as silent as ghosts. On he went, until at last a f.orm arose from the ground ahead of him. The Indians were l ooking for someone to attempt to pass out of the font, the garrison not knowing that Buf falo Bill and himself had gotten through. T'hey were as watchful as prairie dogs. Suddenly a -fonn arose before him. It was the Indian chid, from his war-bonnet, and evidently going the rounds of the sentinels. He was not fifteen paces distant. Jus.t where others might be, Texas Jack was n ot sure. The chief halted and stood as though listening. His face was turned toward the light.:; in the distant fort. The scout moved forward with the noiseless tread of a cat. Th
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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 11 "Ho, men, I am Texas Jack!" A cheer was the answer. It ran along the line, was echoed from the sentinels in stockade, then answered by the soldiers in the fort. A few minutes more and Texas Jack passed in through gates. of his deed, as he had a right to be, he shouted: y disfi gured, boys, but still in the ring." or Baldwin vvas there to welcome him, and then anxiously: Cody?" long distance on his way to l<.esistance, sir." cheer greeted the reply. s black went down at the canyon, sir, and we played to see which would come back to help you out-were too deeply moved to speak or cheer. at the two scouts had gambled upon who should life to come back into the fort showed the stuff they made of . 'I trust you were not hurt on your way, Jack, though did raise a merry rumpus in the Indian camps," said or Baldwin. 'Now, didn't they turn loos.e for a few minutes, sir? ut I got only a shake-up, major-for I got too proud walk, and the pony I tackled took a header with an bullet in him Somebody got worse hurt than I did, though, and I'm kicking a little bit, as luck came my way." And ours. I need your a\d, Texas Jack, for though my officers and men ar e as l true as steel, and able, too, experience is worth much, not to speak of your when you set it going. tell you that your coming, and the knowledge that alo Bill got through all right, gives us a great hope," telling Texas Jack to accompany him, Major Bald led the way to his quarters, where he had the scout the story of the reckless drive through the death CHAPTER X. THE RIDE TO TI-n; RESCUE. King did not spare the white horse he for he was riding to save many lives. had known the horse when he was the favorite of Colonel Nelson A. Miles, and he was well what he was capable of. The white horse had been captured by .Oak Heart in attack on a military camp, and Colonel Miles had told to try and get him back from his Indian master, ''1 w ill give him to you, Cody," And now the Border King had the long-bodied, strong-limbed racer, as fleet as a deer and as tireless as a hound. "The colonel used to oall you Runaway, I remember, and what Oak Heart christened you I don't know, but I sha ll call you after your redskin master, and it shall be Chief," said the scout to his splendid horse. On fievY the noble white, hour after hour, mile after mile, keeping up a steady lope. When darkness fell, Buffalo Bill halted by a stream, took the saddle and bridle off of Chief to give him a rest, and allowed him to crop the luxuriant grass that was there like a velvet carpet. He ate his cold supper in silence, lay down for a short rest, not for himself so much as for his horse, and after an hour was again in the saddle. He knew the trail to Post Resistance well, and kept up the steady gait he felt would get him there before day break. And it did so, though horse and rider were very tire when the lights of the post came in sight. "Halt! W ho comes there?" rang out the sentinel's challenge. "Scout Cody, with urgent dispatches," was the quick answer. As he was admitted into the post he quickly told the officer of the day why he had come, and in a minute later was in the presence of Colonel Royall, the com mandant, who had gotten quitkly out of bed to see him. In his terse way the Border King explained the situa tion exactly, and the energetic commandant at once or dered his adjutant to call out two troops of cavalry, mount two companies of infantry, and with a couple of light guns to start to the rescue, carrying extra supplies of ammunition in ambulances. Captain Alfred Taylor, of the Fifth Cavalry, was placed in command and ord ered to start within the hour After telling the colonel how he and Jack had run the gauntlet of the Indiarrs, the reply of the officer was: "Another proof, Cody, that you are indeed the King cif the Bordermen ; but now seek rest after you have had something to eat, for my scouts will guide the command to Fort Advance." "I'll, eat, colonel, but not sleep, for I have not time, as I go back with Captain Taylor," was the reply "But you cannot stand it, Cody." "Oh, yes, I can.'' And when the command pulled out from Post Resist ance Buffalo Bill was ahead as scout and guide, while also went along half a dozen men in buckskin from the command of Colonel Royall. It was dawn by the time the start was made, and the

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12 T H E BUFf 1\LO BILL STORIES$ march was kept up briskly for a couple of hours before a halt was ordered for breakfa st Then it was a rapid trot up to the noon hour, and a longer halt was for dinner, while Buffalo Bill snatc hing a mouthful of food, rode on with a couple of sco uts, to see how matters stood ahead. He knew that a ride of three hours would bring them in s ight of the Indians around the fort, and he was an,xious to make the return in the quickest time possi ble, and was pleased that he could say that he ha d cut through the red skin line, ridden fift y miles to the post, and returned with three hundred soldiers within thi rty hours. A nother thing, the Border King was anxious about tl: e Advance garrison, for he knew !!hat, well aware that be would bring help, the Indians would be determined to capture the fort with all dispatch. That they would expect help to come so soon he knew they would not arid hence they would be surprised, while Chief Oak Heart, not a\v,are that only the day before a large body of reinforcements had arrived at the militar y post, he would not expect that Colonel Royall could spare more than one troop of cavalry to aid Advance. This man y Oak Heart would prepare to fight and ricf e at. : ; is \\'as an in the mind of the Border King as he k ahead with the two scouts. B e fore riding several miles they came to a cut in a 1ange of high hills, and the Border King halted sud d enly . "Hark! They are attacking the fort, men! "Go Judd, -,:ith all speed, and hurry Captain Taylor on< Away daS'he d Scout judd, and Buffalo Bill and Scout Barney rode on at a rapid pace through the narrow cut in the range. Once on the other side the hills, and the sound of the guns at Fort Advance were distinctly heard, with the rattle of rifles also. A couple of miles further on, and Buffalo Bill again halted and listened attentive!,. "They are having a l;ot t ime there, and old Oak Heart is determined to take the fort. "From the firing I know that Major Baldwin is short of ammunition, s.o go back, Barney, with all speed, and tell Captain Taylor to get there if he kills every horse in his command. A short delay may be too late." Away dashed. Scout Barney, and the Border King once more rode on toward the fort, his face white and stern CHAPTER XI. A F L Y I N G F I G H T Captain Taylor came up with Border three miles from Fort Advance. His horses were in a foam, half a only were with him, and the balance and the mounte fantry, with the guns, were stretched out for se miles back but pushing on at the best of anima durance. "Oak Heart is not l ooking for help for the for hours yet, Captain Taylor, and so is throwing his force desperately in the attack. "From the firing I know that Major Baldwin is sparing of his ammunition. "May I hav e a f ew men, sir, and push on, while form yo ur men as th ey come up?" "Yes, indeed, Cody; and you can at least show help is at hand. "Go, and God bless you my brave fellow. Tak the men whose horses can stand the drive," answere gallant captain. "And you, sir, send the troopers through the ca into the valley and the infantry and guns along the Scouts Judd and Barney will guide you, s1r, as you m e you did not know the locality." "Nor do I. Go!" Away started Buffalo Bill, with two lieutenants a couple of score of their tro opers keeping close 01 horse's heels. In a short while they were dashing along the and burs t in full sight of the fort. It was a surprise to the Sioux to behold them, they had no idea h elp wa s so near. It was jo y indeed to the gallant defender s of the for they were about out of ammunition, and Oak and his brave s were pressing close r and closer. A-n h o ur, perhaps half a s long, would have seen death grapple at close quarters. Oak Heart found hims elf defeated. But he was game to th e last. Though caught between two fires he did not warriors to stampede in a panic. He rallied th e m formed them in a massive colt the few mounted braves on the flanks, and bega 1 circle .. around the hill upon which stood the fort, move toward the heavy timber beyond. The lieutenant, Dick Danfort!h in command of the vance guard of relief, turned to Buffalo Bill and said 'i\That shall we do, Cody?" The Border King listened for a moment, and h the heavy fall of troops coming up, and said: "Help coming fast, sir, and it might be we!

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TtiE BUffl\LO.BILL STORIESe 13 arge t h em, f o r th e ca val r y fmm the fort will com e out a supp o r t, a nd t h e S i o u x nee d a l esso n. "Go od! : ;; "Bugler, s ound the ch arge!" cried the office r. In -another minu te th e troopers, half a hundred in mber w e r e thundering d ow n th e hill into the vall ey in t purs uit o f th e r etre atin g Indi a ns, w h o on f o ot, ved s l ow l y. Whh st u b b orn courage th ey r etrea t e d h owever, the d o f th e c o lumn s u ddenly turning towa rd t h e ri ver a ile a way 1 E sc a pe t hat way they co u ld, at l e ast w i t h their lives d C h ief Oak H eart had chosen well. Bu t th e troo pers cro w ded t hem hard, Captain Ed e yes and tw o troop s from th e fort rus h i n g ou t to joi n th e p u r s uit and drawing sab r e s for close work, as eir firearms w e r e u seless, all th ei r ammunition h a ving en shot out. "Th ree cheers for B uffa l o B ill sh o uted Cap t a in eyes, as t h e t w o c o mma n ds n ea r e d e a ch o the r an d th the r e s cu e d and th e r e s c u e r s g ave them vvit h a will. "C o dy yo u ha ve s av e d us! cri e d K ey e s and, r ecogzing t h e officers com manding the res c uers fo r t he ops were fro m h i s own gallant r e gim e nt, h e c all e d It: ''Danforth, M ercer, I greet yo u a n d yo u r splen did n God b l e s s y o u "Now u se th e ste e l o n th ose r e d hides!" a nd, his r an k c ing h im in command of t 9e new a r rival s h e l e d t h e ar ge ju s t a s C ap t ain Tay lor's artillery, h avi n g r eache d e r idge o p ene d fir e and sent s hell aft e r s h e ll into t h e w fly ing co l u m n of redskins. Acr oss the valle y too were s e e n cav a l r y and m o un te d fantr y, st r e t c h e d out i n lines, h astening to j o in in th e nni n g fight. "Ou r g un s an d rifle s are de a d, for we are out of am n ition D anf01i h call ed o ut Captain K e yes. And h e adde d : "Bu t ou r b l ades are sharp. N o w for it!" It w a s a gran d ch a r ge, and C a ptai n Keyes struc k the d ma ss of h u ma ni ty, w ith the B orde r King b y his s i de d T exas J ack c omi n g at a jump near b y Sudd e nl y t h e Sio u x h a d halted, to d e al th e ir blow and was a seve r e one, f o r s a d dl e s we re e mp tied. But it was a flying fight, g iv e and ta ke, an d t he t r oop press e d th e old I n dian gene ral hard, an d forced him his braves t o see k sa f e t y b y leapin g fro m the ten high b a n ks in to t he riv e r, s ome o f the m rallying un1 shel t e r a n d pick i n g off th e cavalr y m e n kn o w yo u Great Whit e Chi e f Buffalo Bill. Oak ne ver f o rget-yo u save your p eople-kill my g men-me r e m e mber Paehas l w The wo r ds f e ll from th e lip s of old O a k Heart, and w e re dis tinctl y heard b y t h e t r oo p e rs, Captain K e ye s ca llin g out: H e s go t i t in f o r y ou, B ill. Raising hi s voice until it sounded like a trumpet, the Border Kin g shoute d back t o the Si oux chi ef: P a-e-has-lw kno ws t he Oak H eart, and will not f o r g et!" The Bo r der Kin g c o uld have pi c k e d off t h e chief with his rifl e eve n th e n but would not do so, and both he and the army office r s w ould not allo w the m e n to fire npon the India ns in the riv e r. CHAPTER XII. A STAR TLING I t w as a vi c t o r y f o r the pal efaces, ye t d e arl y wo n. for w ithin t h e f ort a nd am ong_ t h e r es cuin g f o r ce n e arl y a sco r e of t r oope r s had falle n and a numbe r were wounded m o r e or l ess ser i o u s l y w hil e s ligh t wound s wer e man y ye t n o t co un ted. B u t the for t h ad be e n sav e d in t h e time of it s g r ea te s t need, hun dreds o f I n d i a n p o ni es h ad b e en captured, and the re s u lt was well worth the sa c r ifice t hat had to be. T h e India n a r m y unde r i ts br ave and able l ea d e r th e King o f th e S i o u x, h a d b ee n t e rribl y d e feat e d for th e l oss in dea d b r aves wa s h ea v y th e wo un de d wer e m a n y ; they h ad been di smo un te d h a d l ost the ir s u p pli e s m an y w e ap o n s a nd h a d b ee n taught a seve r e l esso n t h ey wo uld n o t soo n for get. Upo n e v ery t o n gu e was h eard t h e name of Buffa l o B ill the Bo r de r Ki ng, for b u t f o r him how w o uld h ave been the r e sult. All k n ew a nd felt just what the g r eat sco u t had done, and to -d ay hi s sav ing o f Fort A d v an ce by his darin g dee d s i s r ememb e re d all al o n g t h e b o r der. Embarrasse d b y t he praise bestowed up o n h im, th e scout l oo ked to the care o f hi s h o r s e Chief and th e n slipped a way t o h i d e and rest, and Texa s J a ck k e pt hi s hidin g -place a sec ret that he might n o t be dis turb e d W h e n he s lipp e d ou t of his retreat the ne x t d ay he w as gree t e d with a c h ee r and M aj o r Baldwin sent f o r him and at pa r a de t h a t eve n ing c o mplim e nt e d him before the e nti r e comman d, whil e Texas J a ck wa s not forgotten for th e par t h e h ad pla ye d in the aff a ir Whe n m atters had q uie t e d d o wn a l it tl e at the fort s o m e o f th e re s cu e r s had returne d and all was g o i n g w eir, B uffalo B ill had a talk w ith Major Baldwin the re s ult b e in g that th e scol)t starte d off alon e to follow the trail of th e In d i a n s and see just w hat th ey w e re doi n g aft e r their def ea t and discov e r if th ey were plotting more mi s chi ef. 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14 THE BUff l\LO BILL STORIES. nett, a deserter from the army, had been lately robbing the stage coaches that made weekly runs along the line of military posts. The road crgents had successfully held up several of the coaches and robbed the passengers of considerable money and valuables As an army paymaster was to soon make the rounds by coaCh paying off the garrisons it was important to locate Boyd Bennett, the overland bandit and his gang, and send a force to attack them. It was upon his return from the trail of the Sioux that he meant to go on the track of the bandits, but this latter fact was kept a secret. After a couple of days' trailing into the Indian country, Buffalo Bill found that Oak Heart, the chief of the Sioux, was not then plotting another move, having been taught a lesson that would last fo r a short while at least, he decided to go at once to hunt out the retreat of Boyd Bennett. He reached the tramping ground of the road agents without adventure and turned into the overland trail, hoping to be in time to meet the incoming coach to Fort Advance, from Post Resistance. Be was in time, and came upon the coach But he drew rein suddenly, for what he beheld was a shock to him. There was the coach, the horses standing patiently in the trail, and yet no driver was upon the box, nor did he see any one near at his first glance. Spurring forward he b e held th e driver, Bud Sharkey, whom he knew well; but he was dead. Then he saw three others. They were an officer and two soldiers. They, too, were dead. And more, the y had all four been scalped. This told the Border King that Indians had held up the coach. Then Buffalo Bill recalled that a short while before reaching the trail he had shot a deer, td have some veni son steak for his supper. It was :1is shot that had fright ened the Indians off. Looking about him with experienced eye, Buffalo Bill read the signs h e saw There were the tracks of half a dozen unshod Indian ponies, so the force was a small one, doubtless some of Oak H eart's young braves. The driver and the soldiers had all been shot with ar rows. The officer he also recognized It "'vas Captain Hinkley the paymaster, and he had co me -VI/ est more than a week ahead of the time he was expected to arrive at Fort Advance. That he had his treasure bags along, with the money; to pay off the troops-a large sum-Buffalo knew. Had the Indians gotte n them? A rapid search reveal e d that the marauders had frightened off before they could take the treasure. There was but one thing for the Border Kingto and that was to place the bodies in the coach, hide treasure bags to come after later, for he dared not taking them along then, tie Chief alongside of one the leaders and drive the stage on to Fort Advance h' self. He quickly carried out what he had decided u first scouting around to see that the Indians had gone and none were near, and then securely hiding treasure bags. W'hen all was ready to move he mounted the seized the reins and started off in a way that showed was a splendid driver. He had not driven a couple of miles from the scene the tragedy, when, loud and threatening, came a from the side of the trail where there were a nm11ber large rocks : "Live or die---yours the choice!" CHAPTER XIII. THE BANDITS OF THE OVERLAND TRAIL. It was Buffalo's Bill's choice just then to live-so drew rein. He knew whom the command came, just as as did he know that re s istance was useless. "Up with your hands, or d'ie! Come, take your Buffalo Bill!" The threatening words had been repeated as B Bill had simply reined his horses to a halt and grasped the lines. He s aw at a glance that an outlaw had sprung to head of each horse, and that he was covered by rifles as well as the revolver in the hand of Boyd nett him self vVith no change of exp re ssion even, and not the of a muscle, he answered, calmly: "As you hold trumps in this game, Boyd Bennett, go my hands." "' The reins were given a turn around the .Jantern, Buffalo Bill coolly raised his hands above his head, apparent reli e f of the outlaws, who seemed to fear after all he might resist, and they knew that such a wound him as they might, would die hard, and the last. "You have acted wisely, Buffalo Bill, and I am to know that even you in a tight place, can be cow "Vv' e'Jl not discuss that, for I am to get do not detaip me."

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THE BUffALO BILL STORIES. 15 "\Veil, y o u carry t h e g o ld box o n thi s trip, and I w ill o uble you for it. "YoH are mi staken." I know to th e c ontrary, Buff a l o Bill f o r it was put the st age at t h e h eadquarte r s s tation. ' Come. I'll stand no trifling, as I !mow you would have been put on to drive tbis trip if the old hearse :not carry the. s o ldiers' money. "You keep we ll posoted, you road thief, but you are time on thi s run. "vV h a t do y o u m e an ? " } 'The c o ach ha s alre a dy b ee n r o bbed "You lie !'' The scout lau g hed and replied: "Jus t take a l oo k int o the coa c h ." "You have set a trap f o r us?" "Scared at n othing, are you ? Well, I'd hate to have conscienc e on a d ark night. " M e n if he moves, kill him," and Boy d Bennett stepped to the c o ach and threw o p e n th e door. E ven h e starte d at what h e b e h e ld there. "The d ev il! V V ha t d oes this m e an, Buffalo Bill?" "India n s!" H o w di d y o u esca p e? '' "vV as.I1.t with the coach." "An d the t re asure b o x?" "It's safe, I g u ess "The r e ds g o t it?" "\iV e ll, yo u can g o and a s k th e m *hat th ey got, for a r e not o v e r a d o ze n mil es away ." Y o u g o t t h a t mo n ey !" "If I did o r d id not, yo u l ose th e game The J a ce o f .Boyd B ennett gre w black with passion and a m o m e n t l:e w.
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16 THE BUffAL O BILL STORIES. CHAPTER XIV. A FRIEND IN NEED. Buffalo Bill's face was pale under the fiendish threat of the outlaw leader, yet he did not show an atom of fear. He knew the inan, and that he had a bitter hatred for him. He knew, also, that it was no bluff on the part of the outlaw to frighten him into giving up the government treasure, for did he do S'O, Boyd Bennett would still set tle the score against him, as he had sworn to tal:e the life of the scout. Then Boyd Bennett said : "And, my handsome plainsman, I have not forgotten that some time ago you capture{j, me and sent me to prison." "Vvhere you deserved to go, as a \horsethief and cut throat," was the fearless response. The outlaw leader laughed lightly, for he felt that his time of revenge had come, and without reply, he turned to his men and asked: "Is all ready?" "Yes, captain." "Ur.fasten that ;;:.lendid whi!-z horse from alongside the leaders, for I need JUSt such an animal in my business." It was done. "Now, Buffalo Bill, straight for the Breakneck Hill you go, and if these horses do not carry you down it at speed that will smash this old hearse to atoms, and break your neck, I'll give up the road-agency business and turn parson," said the outlaw leader, in a' cold, heartless v6ice, and a look that told the joy he felt in his anticipated re venge. "I ask you to give up such cruel revenge--shoot me, instead," and Buffalo Bill spoke in a low, earnest tone, that proved had no fear of d eath. "No, Buffalo Bill, I send you, your horses, the hearse, to the devil together. "Here, men, lead these animals to yonder fork of the road, and there turn them loose." The outlaws obeyed. Buffalo Bill was pale stern, silent and fearless. A hundred yards along the overland trail the trail forked to the left, and, long before, had been used, until by cutting and washing, the hill had become utterly im passable. Half a mile beyond, where it branched off, was the long and steep Breakneck Hill, and down this, where hardly a four-footed beast could pick its way, the bandit leader the horses should be driven, dragging the stage-coach after them. "Now, Duffalo Bill, your life ends here," cried Boyd Bennett, savagely. "All right, and the boys won't forget how I died,' the reckless response. "Turn 'em !
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.THE BUFF 1\LO BILL STORIES. 1 7 ;ecognized the diff erence between a white man's shout and a redskin's war cry, "Ah! I hear the sound of hoofs and wheels, and the shots and yells still continue." Then the shots and sounds ceased, and yet the rapid clatter of hoofs was heard, and mingling with it the, rum ble and jar of swiftly-turning wheels. "By Heaven! it is the stage coach! "And the team is running away, or flying from some danger." Then there dashed into sight six gray hor'Ses, and with every evidence that they were flying in wild alarm. "They are running away, and the:ir driver has lost his nerve! "They will dash to destruction down this hill, for they are madand blind with terror." Then, raising his voice, he shouted in trumpet tones: "Put on your brake Drag hard on you r lines, {nan, or you are lost !" And back in clarion notes came the startling answer: "See! I am bound hand and foot !" "Buffalo Bill! by the gods of war!" shouted the horse man, recognizing the scout upon the box, and seeing now, what had before escaped him, that he was, indeed, bound, and that the reins were loosely swinging and fastened to the lantern. At this discovery, the spurs had sunk into the flanks of his thoroughbred, that bounded forward like a rocket; but, as though some second, sudden thought had flashed upon him, he rein ed the animal back with a force that brought him upon hi s haunches, and throwing forward the hand that held the revolver, said grimly: "Now, Dick Danforth, prove your deadly aim, and save yonder noble man from death !" CHAPTER XV. \ THE DEADLY AIM. The officer's face was placid, but firm, his eyes alone showing the intense pressure upon him, and he glanced at his pistol, to see that all was. right, with the air of one who knew that life and death hung upon it alone. Straight toward him the maddened horses were coming with a terrific rush of speed, and had even the bound man on the box then been able to seize the reins, no human strength could have checked them in the space between them and the hill. Far back in the rear the keen eyes of the offic e r detected a band of horsemen. They wore no uniforms, were not in buckskin, not Indians, and could but be, in that lonely spot, and under the circumstances none other than the bandits of the overland. A glance showed that his O\Vn men were yet a mile distant upon the prairie, but not an instant did he hesitate because he was alone. He would first do what he could for the rescue of Buf falo Bill. Perfectly calm v v as Buffalo Bill, though not a hundred yards now separated him from certain death, unless the gallant horseman in his front could save him. .r earer the horses bounded, and when they had come within easy range, the finger touched the trigger and the flash and report followed. With perfect presence of mind he had made his cal culations. Did he kill one of the leaders it would throw the others upon him and the s tage would be hurled over and kill the bound scout upon the box. Did he kill one of the wheel horses he would b ecome a drag to the others, yet still be borne along at a slack ened speed until hi s mate could be brought down, wh e n those in advance would have their career greatly re tarded, if not checked altogether, and if not, the other an imals could be kill ed. W i th the crack of his first shot the off-wheeler dropped, the stage swayed forward, sideways, and then was dragged on by the horses remaining, yet at a ened pace, With the second shot the other wheeler stumblecr, staggered, half iell, regained his feet, and went down heavily. Again the coach swayed badly; but the stout pole was kept up by the pressure .of the draft of four horses upon it, and the heavy breast chains and traces he1d the two dead animals firmly attached to it, thus acting as a pow erful drag upon the others and slackening their speed to a slow gallop while the officer drove the spurs into his horse and darted forward wheeling as he reach ed the leaders, he rode along side of them, seized the and dragged them back upon their haunches,._ And not an instant too soon, for the brow of Break neck Hill was not three lengths of the coach and team away. But the horses were madde n ed with fright, and again sprung forward, and the lieutenant in vain drew on the reins with one hand, while with the other he held back hi s own excited animaL "It is no use, sir; you'll to drop anothe r," said Buffalo Bill, with the utmost coolness, though they were nearing the hill rapidly, "I wishes:l to save the brutes, Cody, hut it cannot be," was the equally calm rejoinder, and again the large navy six" was drawn from it s holster and one, two, shots fo l lowed almost together.

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1 8 THE BUffALO BILL STORIES. Down in their tracks wen t the middl e team, and t he sho ck and weight dragged the l eade rs upon their haunches, while the stage coa c h rolled half on t op of the slain animal s and came to a s udden sta ndstill. "Quick as you arc a l o ne, you hau b et ter fly f o r see, yonder comes my !' cried Buffalo Bill, g lan cing back at the band n ow c om ing forward at a rapid run. But Dick D anfo rth was no man to fl.y and l eave a com rade in peril. His escort was ye1 a long way off, h e knew; Buffalo Bill was l:lound beyond quick release, and could not aid in beating back th e bandits. But hi s mind was made up as to what he should do, and with his h at in one h a nd and revolver in the other, he dashed dir ectl y t oward the bandits, shouting in thrilling battle tones: "Follow me, men and cut thes e de v ils down!" There was a sudden reining in of horses, and then came the cry : Hold. men! Fly for your lives! Troope r s are upon us!" J Away the bandits darted, after a rat tl ing fire of revol vers tha t did n o harm and with a light laugh Lieutenant Danforth galloped back to the coach, w h e r e the two lead ers, no\.v thoroughly cowed, stood pantin g and trembling. Springing up o n the box b y the side of B uffalo Bill, he hastily cut his bonds ,and said: "There, Cody, you a re free, and m y tro o pers will soon be along.'' Turning upon the box where h e stood, B u ffalo Bill grasp ed the hand of hi s gallan t r escue r and said, Impress ively: ''Ye:-, am free and I owe my lif e to you, Lieute nant Danfo rth. \iVhen I f orget thi s day, ma y H e aven for get me!" Before the escort came up Lieutenant Dick Danforth told Buff a l o Bill that news hc..d r eac h ed Post Resistance that Captain Hinkley, the payma ste r, was coming o n Bud Sharkey's coach, and he had been sent with a guard to escort it to Fort Advance. The Border King m ade kno wn how be had hidde n the treas ure and o f hi s adventure with Boyd Bennett, the outlaw l eade r and added: "I ha ve much to even u p wit h him: hut 1 hav e my horse, and they did no t tak e my weapons, strange to say, so w e'll get the m o n ey, bitch up so m e of yo ur es cort's horses, send the coach on nnder a s m all guard and then take the trail of Bennett and his gan g, ii you sa y so, lie u tenant." bet I s a y so, C ody,'' was t h e an s\\er. And this plan was carried out, though. a f te r a couple of diJ.ys, the pursuit of the o utla,v s had to be given up anct t h e return made to Fort Advance, as Danforth's forc e w as far t oo small to pursue them int o the Indian country, 'for there the trail led, and it was knowt1 that Boyd Ben nett, a t l east. if n o t all o f his men, was a ren e gade ami a lly of the Sioux. CHAPTER XVI. llUFJIALO nii,L MAKES A BISCOVERY. The welcom e that greeted the Border Kiqg upon his return to Fort A dvance proved to him how well he stood in the hearts of all, and th e men were loud in their thanks for his having saved their money. "You are indeed the king of m e n on this border, Cody, and i f you voulc\ only a ccep t a commission yo u could r ea dil y g e t it,' said Major Ba ldwin. The troope rs had told the story. Captain Hinkley and his men had buried. and all were m os t revengeful t oward Boy d Bennett and his T en clays afte r his r eturn from thi s uns u c ces s ful search for the o utlaws, Lieutenant Danforth and a number of cavalr y men again set out to try and find the band. Buffalo B ill was the n away o n a scouting trail with Texas J ack, the two going sep:1rate ways, bu t to m eet at a giv e n time at a certai n place. For a week had the Bo rder King be e n on the trail without success and he w a s thinking of going to meet Texa:s J ack, whe n he came suddenly upon a spectacl e in a lit tle valley that nearl y s t opped the beating of his h ea rt, so appa lling was the scene h e had ridde n upon. Stern, white-faced me n wer e there over a score in numbe r l ying wher e they had f
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THE BUffALO BILL STORIHS. 19 An instant only did the scout show this weakness, and then his face was turned upon the red fi.e!d that had come like some fearful dream upon his view. White faced as the dead, with eyes that fairly burned with the fir e of ra&"e, lips that were livid and quivering, and hands that trembled he look ed for one full minute upon what lay before him. No movement of man or bea s t came, as he had hoped, ro prove that life yet remained, that Death 's icy touch had not stilled every pulse. No; he felt, he knew when h e saw the sca lpless head s of those that Jay nearest him, that th e red work had been complete. He uttered no word, but, dism o unting, took from off \ his head the broad sombrero he wore, and with respect 'lul tread moved forward. Slowly his J 1orse f0llowed on his h.is ears pricked up hi s eyes flashing, and nostrils distended, as he invaded the sacred Valley of Death. From dead to dead the horseman went, his eyes eager ly scanning every face. At last his eye fell upon a heap of slain upon a slight knoll and at the base of a low rock. His gaze scanned the field quickly bhen, and he seemed to feel that there would be found the one he sought, for it was evident that in that spot the end had come, the last act of the fearful drama had been played, and that the curtain of doom had fallen upon the remnant of that gal lant band, to rise no more for them in life. A few steps more, and he reached the spot he had sought, and a groaq issued from between hi s shut teeth, and he bowed his uncovered h ea d with grief and rever ence commingled. There, resting in an attitude that showed he had sunk down fighting to the last, lay Dartforth. The left hand grasped the barrel of a revolver, which showed that its charges had been emptied and that it had been clubbed to use at close quarters, while the right held his sword-hilt, and the blade was buried in the body of a painted chief, and was probably the last act of the d ying leader of the slau&"htered troopers. About him lay their foes, piled in heaps around their last rally. "Danforth dead !" "Indian work this is, but back of it there is a pale face hand, and I mean to ferret out this red deed and Jring retribution on whom retribution should justly fall." Like trumpet tones his word s had rung out, the following the calm. And then he dropped upon one k nee, and, rais!ng his hand toward Heaven, he said, m a voice that quivered .with sorrow and passion: "Yes, here upon this red field, oy tlie dea'd body of him who s;ved my life, I swear Having uttered his oath upon bendecl knee, he sprang s uddenly to his feet, as there fell upon his ears a 1m man voice, crying in threatening tone s : "And I swear, Buffalo Bill, that you sha .ll never keep the oath your lips have just !" CHAPTER XVII. THE SCALPLOCK. The words that bmke upon the ears of Buffalo Bill, as he stood there surrounded by the dead, and believing himself the only living human being near, fell like a voice from the tomb, and for once the noted plainsman was momentarily unnerved. But when his eyes fell upon the speaker, and he savVI tl1at ho .h2.d an old and deadly foe to deal with, and he heard the threatening words, he instantly became himself again, and said, in a tone that was 'l'cck1ess in its difference : "Well, we me e t again, and, as before, you hold trump card, for yo u have me covered, I see, Boyd Bennet. The man he addre sse d stood within five feet of him, and held a rifle covering his heart. To all appearances he was cu1 Indian chief, for he wa s bedecked with feathers, his face was hideously paint ed and he wore the full attire of a redskin, from mocca sins to war bonnet. At his back, with rifles and arrows covering the scout, were a score of braves, who had, with the stealthy tread of panthers, followed their leader to the spot where Buf falo Bill knelt over the body of Danforth, and well did the scout know that he was at the mercy of his foes. "You know rrie, then, Buffalo Bill?" asked the man whose words had so staTtled him. "Yes, even beneath your paint and feathers, I recog nize the black heart," was the fearless reply of the scout. "Have a care, scout, for every word insult you heap upon me shall be a burning coal upon your head when you come to die." "Yes, when I come to die; but I am one who carries the belief, you accursed renegade, that while there is life there is hope." "That belief will do you no good now." "Bah! a batking dog never bites," was the con temptuous r ep ly. The rehegade loo ked as though he was about to shoot the scou t in his tracks but h e caught sight of a smile upon his face, and, not und e rstanding it, refrained, while ht" said: "You must have help at hand, or. you would not be thus defi ant, Buffalo Billi."

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20 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. ''No; I am all alone, a nd he who once saved me from your vengeance lies sta r k and dead before you there. "Look upon him man! Look upon these brave men who lie about him, silent in death, and let your cowa r d h eart c r inge, that yo u, a white man, s hould have aided t he redskins in this r e d, devili s h work." Buffalo Bill spoke impetuously, and his eyes flashed fire a s he bent them up o n the ren ega de, who did for a moment cower at the words of the scout But the next instant, with a shrug of th e shoulders, h e said: "I was white once Bill Cody, and my own blood kindred cast me adrift in the world-" "Your own crim es," sneered Buffalo Bill. "Yes, I did sin, and for it I wa s treat e d with no m e rc y, a nd that I migh t n ot die in prison, I came to this bound l ess land. :'The world owed me a me none, so I tools then to stage robbing, 3..You made the ove rland trail so hot for me that I nad to becom e a re n egade "I swore to have rev e nge on you, and once that man, that corp se, saved yo u from m y well-pla nn e d to see you die, and I vowed that he, too should feel the weight of m y hatred." "You have k ept that oath, you accurs e d ren e gad e," said I;luffalo Bill, with sa vage earnestness. "He dared c o m e here, near the village of th e Sioux, and he and his soldi ers \Yer e beaten back, overwhelmed and crushed." "And not one left to tftll the story; no prison e rs I t aken?" "Oh, no! Chief Oak H eart wanted no pris o ners from Danforth 's band and all who charged in here with him a r e dead, and their scalps adorn the bel ts o f many a gallant brave. "And you fought with the Sioux?" added the scout. "Yes; and killed as they killed, without mercy." "And you 'do not f ear to admit it?" "Why should I, f o r arn I not speaking to one who will soon be dead? was th e r eply. "It looks that way, I d o n ot deny, Boyd Bennett; but answer me one question: "Did you kill Lieu tenant Dick D anfo rth, one of the noblest and bra vest men who ever wore a sword, and whom I loved as I would a br other?" "I am sorry to say that I did not "You know who killed him?" "Yes, I know; it was Chief Red Knife." Buffalo Bill mad e n o reply; but simply smi l ed, and the r enega d e asked : "\Vould you know why I have returned here?" "Yes; why have you dared come bad{ he r e among the sacred dead?" "I will tell you. Oak Heart refused to allow Red Knife o r any other chief to take the scalp of Danforth, for he fought like a fiend." "God bless the old red sinner for that," fervently said Buffalo Bill. "But I am Death Killer the Medicine Chief, and I have comeback myself to take the scalplock from the head of the man against whom I swore revenge." "Boyd Bennett, accursed though you be, with a heart black e r than the vilest r edsk in can boast of, you will not do thi s wrong," cried Buffalo E ill, his voice trembling with emotion. "You are mistaken, Cody.'' was the cool rejoinder. "I called to a few of m y braves to foilO\v me, and rode back tg that scalplock. ";,I saw you com ing and I knew I could not b e mis taken in your hand some face and elegant form, and, l eavi n g our ponies, we dogged your steps. and you were t o o muc h cast dO\vn with grief to know your dange r. "See, I a m here, and you are my prisoner, and when you h ave see n me t ea r the trophy from yonder head, then will I wring a cry of m e rc y from your stern lips, Buffalo Bill." "Never! if this be m y la s t a ct on earth!" With hi s ringing words Buffalo Bill suddenly j e rked a revolver from his b e lt, and, throwing it forward, fired vvith th e quickness of a flas h. CHAPTER XVIII. THE WHITE ANTELOPE. S o rapid and unexpected had been the movement of Buffalo Bill, in drawing his revolver and firing it that n ot one of t h e warriors, who stood behind their r e negade chief, some with arrows fitted to their bows, and others with rifles covering the heart of scout, ha.d time to nre And not even Bo y d B ennett himself, who had his weap o n pointed at Buffalo B ill, had an instant to touch the trigger before the act, flas h and report came almost t oget her. And yet, swi ft' as had been the act of the scout, one eye J1ad bee11 quick enoug h to send aH arrow upon its er rand and st riking th e outstretched ann of Buffalo Bill, just as his finger touched the trigger it buriect itself there an d by the shock destroyed his un erring aim. But, havin g made the daring mov e, and knowing that death mu st follow his deed, Buffalo Bill dropped his left hand u po n hi s seco nd r evo lver, determined to press the fight and die, as had the gallant man who lay at 'his feet. with rage, and thirsting for the life of his foe, Boyd Bennett shoute d t o his war.riors to rush upon

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,. THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 21 the scout ana tak'e him alive, th'at lie might 1end his career by cruel torture. But s uddenly a slender form darted before the red braves, and with ran arrow set in to let fly, cov ered them, while there came in the.'3ioux tongue: "Let the Sioux braves stand back! "The White Antelope commands it!" Like one man, they halt ed and gazed upon the one \Yho had so commanded them. And Buffalo Bill, too, riveted his eyes upon the one who had sprung between him and c e rtain death though he knew full well that t he arrow : buried in his arm had been sent from the bow he now beheld bent upon his foes. It was a woman that he saw, or rather a young girl, for s he was scar_ cely over seventeen. Her form was slender and graceful, and h e r face bore th e unmistakable stamp of having other than Indian blood flowing in her veins. Buffalo Bill s long life upon the prairies had made him a skeptic in regard to Indian beauty, and. ye t he could not but admit that the one be fore him was beautiful. Why was she there he did not know, but there was one remarkable feature about her that told him who she was. Long, luxurious hair, every strand of golden hue, con trasted s trangely with her complexion of bronze, and eyes as black as ebony. The scout had heard of such a girl in the head village of the Sioux, and that she wa s revered and feared by every Indian of the tribe. For this reason she was called t he Sioux Queen, though her ,[eal name was white Antelope. And she was here on the red field the warriors of her tribe had made. While t hese. thoughts were flashing through Cody's mind, the renegade spoke addressing t}\e maiden, who still held her threa tening attitude. "Wh y has the white Antelope the friend of the slayer of her people, for the man before her is Pa-e-has ka, the Killer?" "The arrow of the W hite Antelope still sticks in the arm of the Pa-e-has-ka. "Is that the way an Indian treats a friend?" asked the young girl with scorn in lo ok and tone. "Then the White Antelope yields the pa l e-face foe of her people t o the Medicine Chief of her tribe?" "No!" was the decided re spo nse. "What would t he maiden do? asked the renegade with s urpri se. "She would herself car,ry Pa-e-has-ka to her tribe." "The White Antelope is no warrior," sneered the rene gade. "She has just saved the life of the pale-face : rviedicine Chief of her tribe, was the calm retort. At this Buffalo Bill laughed lightly, for he saw that the shot went home and hi s indifference to his per .il caused her to turn h e r eyes upon him. The look was flot a sta re it was more, and s he scanned hirn from head to foot. Vha t was in her thoughts n o ne could tell; but, as though 1mving decid ed upon her course o f action, she ;;tepped boldl y fo the s ide of Buffalo Bill, and d rew the arrow out of hi s arm, where it had pa ssed partially through it. The scout never winced at the pain, and baring his arm, s he bound it up a piece of soft buckskin, not a word being spoken the while, though the renegade and his braves watched her intently. "Is not that act of the White Antelope one of friend ship for the pale-face?" asked the renegade, when she had dressed the wound as \\-ell as 'She was able to do under the circumstances. The Indian girl made no r e pl y to the renegade, but asked, addressing Buffalo Bill: I s the pale-face Pa-e-lias-ka ?" "So the Indians call me," was th e re s p onse. "Why is he here ?'' "I ca m e on the trail of that renegade pale-face tliere, and found h ere the d ead chief, my friend,' answered l\uffalo s peak ing in perfect Sioux, and pointing to the dead Danf o rth wh ose ste rn face looked almost life like in the glow of the d e clinil}g sun, which fell upon it. "Where are the pale-fac e brothers of the Buffalo Bill pointed in the direction from whence he had come, an.d said: Far away. ''The White Antelope i s his foe, and the foe of his people; but she wis hes not .to see the wolves and the vultures tear the pal e-f aces in pieces,, and she '..villlet the Pa-e-haslw go -to bring his warriors to bury them." "Yo u've got the heart to do it I believe, if you have the nerve to carry it out," sai d Buffalo b luntly, while the r e negad e cried savagely: ".No, you s hall n ot l eave this s p ot alive Bill Cody." "\Ve'll s e c x:: n b re eches in this family, Boyd Bennett, .. lc.u.:;hed Lu f:a!o Hiil, :-:s tho ugh amuse d, in s pite of his peril, and he continued in Sio u x : "Kow, it's y o ur put my r-e d skin beauty." n o ticing the remark of the renegade, the maid e n contin u ed: "But th e Pa-c-has-ka must make the Vhite Antelope a promise." "I'll do it." "The White Antelope came fr o m the great chief, Oak

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-/ I 22 THE B UffALO BILL. Heart, who told her to seek the pale-face warriors and tell them where to find their dead braves "He bids them come here and bury their dead, and not follow on the trail of his people. "Will the Pa-e-has ka tell his big chief the words of the Oak Hea.rt ?" I will." "And will he then come back and be a captive of the Oak Heart ?" She looked him straight in the eye as she asked the question, and Buffalo Bill saw that she meant just what she said; but he asked : "Does the White Antelope mean that I am to return to her people after I have guided the soldiers here to see the red work of her braves?" "She has spoken "And this is the promise she wishes Pa-e-has-ka to make her?" The Indian girl nodded. "\hy should he return?" "He is the of the Medicine 01ief now, but White Antelope lets him go free that his pale-face braves may not lie here unburied, and that the other warriors of his people may tc.ke warning not to follow upo:1 trail of the Oak Heart. "vVill he promise to do this, and then con1e to the vill age of the Sioux?" Buffalo Bill was silent an instant. If he re.fused, he knew that she would not protect him from the renegade. If he promised, he would keep the promise, be the end what it might. But the proimse bade fair to help him out of the present difficulty, and he would make it. But he made a mental reservation, too, and that was that after bearing the tidings to the fort, and delivering Oak Heart's warning, he would go on to the Indian vil lage, but with a force at his back that would surprise the redskins. "I promise the White Antel,ope," he said "He'll not keep h!S.,pledge," cried the renegade. "The Pa-e-has-ka is the foe of my people, but h i s tongue is straight," said .the maiden. ''But he will come with a force at his back that w ill bum the Sioux villages arid kill her people." Buffalo Bill saw the girl sta r t at this, and gave the r enegade credit for having divined his purpose. "If ti1e Pa-e-has-ka will do this, he must remain now a captive to the Medicine Chief," she said, in an injured tone "Don't believe that old liar, White Antelope, for the Pa-e-has ka will come alone," answered Buffalo Bill. "The White Antelope will believe the White Chief / "He is a great scout, and can find the trail of Oak Heart "Now Jet him go." "By Heaven! Buffalo Bill, you leave not this spot alive," cried Boyd Bennett, savagely1 and he again cov ered the scout with his ti.fle: CHAPTER XIX. GIRL'S WORD. The momen t that Boyd Bennett gave u tterance to the threat, Buffalo B ill had placed himself upon his guard by instantly drawing his r evolvers and held one cove ring the renegade, for he had replaced them in his belt during his conversation wiHi the girl. H i s arm had recovered from the shock of the arrow b l ow, and he had good use of it, though it pai ned him At the same instant the girl had also cove r ed the r ene gade with her bow and arrow, and aimed straight at his hear-t, while the warrior band, which had been silent through all, and had s .tood like statues, at the action of their chief and Buffalo Bill, at once brought their rifles an d arrows to an aim upon the latter. Thus they stood amid the dead soldiers and Sioux, which a movement of any one might precip i tate into a deadlv encounter. Bu. ffalo Bill, though pale, was stern and determined, and, though he cou lct see the act of the Indian girl was friendly to him, he kept his eyes riveted upon the rene gade. Fo' r an instant, which seemed a long, long time, this lasted, and then the scout broke the silence with the sneering words : "Why do you not bring that finger to the trigger of your rifle, Boyd Bennett, for it won't go off otherwise?'' The girl understood English, and, seeing that the scou t dared the renegade to move, she said quickly: "The White Antelope tells the braves of her t ribe to t urn their arrows and rifles from the heart of the Kille r ." The command came in a tone that was firm, and, to the surprise and delight of Buffalo Bill, it was at once obeyed. That Boyd Bennett, the renegade, had expected as much was evident from his manner, for he made no effort to resist, fully recognizing the use l essness of so do ing, for, though the warriors be l onged to his own band, as Medicine C h ief, yet he knew the power of the yo ung girl was greater than any one else, even to the a u thority of Oak Heart. "Redskins, yo u are trumps, and the girl holds a full hand of you, and plays vou well." said Buffalo B i ll, with one of his light laughs t:1at were apparently r eckless o f consequences. ..,

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THE BUfF f\LO BILL 23 "The lau g h i s you rs now, Buffalo B ill, but my time will ye t co me,'' h isse d t h e r e negad e. "Oh! I can't expect t o l a u g h a l ways B ennett; bu t," and the scout spok e once 'mo r e irr t h e S i o u x tongu e, so that the bra v es co ul d unde r stand him : "Let the r enegade p a l e f ac e m ee t m e n ow i n persona l comb at, and th e n his reve n ge, o r mine, can be se ttl ed. The look upo n the fac es o f the warriors prove d that this was a proposi ti o n that t i c kled them, and t h ey s aid a few w ords togeth e r in a low t o n e, and l ooke d t o ward t h e ir chie f f o r a r e pl y. As for the r e negade i t did n o t strike him f a v orably, for hi s fac e w as a n inde x o f what he thought : but h e w a s no coward, vil e a s h e was, and. dared n o t refu se t o f ac e t h e scout, did h e w i s h to h o ld influence with the Indians Though c o nfident of hi s own strength and prowess, howeve r h e ye t kn e w too much o f Buffalo Bill t o care to mee t him with either revol ver or knife But the challenge had b ee n hurled in his teeth, and live o r di e h e must acc ept the alterna tive, and h e s aid grimly : "The redskin s l aye r ha s s p o k e n well. "We will fight. "The White Antelop e s ays n o s aid the Indian girl, facing the r eneg ade. H e r m o tive Buffalo Bill c ould not understand any more than could the renegade. They had not met befor e, he held no claim upon her that he was aware of. But s h e had said no i n a tone that showed she m eant it. This v e r y refu s al caused the r enegade to urge it on, while Buffalo Bill' remained silent. "No, t h e White Antelope sa y s the Pa-e -haska s hall n o t fight," she r e peat e d. "The Death Killer will give the White Antelope the scalp of h e r f oe to carry to her people," urged the renegade. "The white hunte r would carry :the scalp of the Medi cin e Chi e f at hi s belt," was the repl y and Buffalo Bill said banteringly: "That's j lfs t what I would do, Benne tt, and I tell y ou al s o though White Antelope prevents our meeting now, I'll be on your trail like a wolf, and yet nail your scalp on m y cabin door as a warning to horse thieves stage robbers and r enegades." The la s t words vere spoken earnestly, and th e girl s aw that they h it hard, s o she s aid quickly: L e t .the Kill e r g o to his chief and his brave s "His horse is there," and she pointed to the welltrained animal waiting near. I will do as the vVhite Antelope say s for there se e ms n o c h at : c e of a fig h t h e re ; , i l l t h e r e d skin girl let this w h ite w r e t c h ta k e t he sc alp of m y brother there?" He p ointed to t he body of Danforth a s h e spoke. "K o : t h e Med i c in e Chief \rill r eturn on the trail with t he \ V h ite A n te lope . ''And his braves?'' H i s 1ra r rio r s will go, t oo(' 'Tf it's j us t t h e sa me, ::\I i ss Ante l o pe, suppos e you all light o u t n O \ \'. a nd I \\'i I the n s tart to m y people, for I ca n s ec t h a t that accursed renegad e it c h e s to s ecure a t rophy that e ve n O a k Heart wo u l d n o t allow his war rims to t o u ch . T he whi te h unte r h as t o ld th e \iVhite Ante l o p e that he ,ill come to th e Yillagc o f t h e Oak Heart?'' ''Yes; 1rhe n I ha ve g u ided rny warriors here." Pae-lza s-ka s tongue i s st raigh i t ?" she aske d. "Not a croo k or a c url in it wa s the smiling r esponse. "The W hit e A ntel o p e \rill t ru s t him. "Let the M edicin e C hie f and his bra ve s come. The renegade mutte r e d a n oath, and a threat, and then followed the Ind ian girl, hi s warriors stalking slowlY. aft e r him. Buffalo Bill watch e d them until th ey disapp eare d in the di s tance, and then mutte r ed: "Th o u g h de
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24 THE BUffAlO BilL th e t o p o f a distant and l ofty r a nge o f h ills, he r eached a point from whe n ce he c ould beh o ld the country over which the p 10rrow's t rail would l e ad him. B e l ow h i m all was s h adow, f o r t h e s u n had set to t h ose i n the valley; b u t the hi lltops were bathe d in golde n l ight, and, unconsciou s l y speaki n g aloud h e sa id: N o wonder that the poor rcdskin s l ove this land so well that t h ey fight for i t." "Vvell s aid, officer But I've got t h e dro p on yo u. T h e offic e r starte d as the voice broke upon hi s ea rs, and, dropping his hand upo n his sword-hi l t, t urned to face the s peak e r. Before him, and not s i x paces distant, hav ing but just stepp e d ou t fro m a den s e thicket, h e beheld what a t first appeared t o be hardly h uman. And yet non e other was near, a n d f rom the lips of the o n e upon whom his e y es rested had fallen the words t h a t had told him he was n o t "'VV ho or what are yoi1 ? ' as k e d t he officer s ternly, his eyes fix e d up o n the intrude r, and b e h o ld ing a man of giant si ze, clad i n the s kin s of wi l d b e a s ts, had at fir s t c a u s ed h im to appear lik e a huge griz zly bear reared upon his }:lind l e g s f o r an attack upo n his f o e Abcut b s wa i s t w a s a r e d fox s kin b e lt in which w e re two revolvers and a lar g e knife up o n hi s head w a s a pantherskin c a p, t he t ai l hanging down the back, and upon his feet w e r e m o cca s ins o! black bears kin. H a ir blac k a s ni g ht, falling t o his w a i st b eard o f the s a me l:ue m a t t e d and unke mp t, and a revolver h e ld in hi s l eft hand a n d c o v e rin g the o f fic e r made up the pearanc c o i the b e ing th a t bad s o une x p e c t edl y appe a red. A glanc e h a d s h o wn th e off t c e r a dark, haggard f a ce, wit h e yes o f s trange blackn e ss and brightnes s gazing s t r a i ght into h is o wn In hoa r se, dee p t o nes the strange being s aid. whi le he s till lJeld hi s r e v o lv e r at a l eve l and in a h a nd t h a t had n o t th e slig ) 1 test tre m or: "You ask wh o or what I am ? '1 Y es a nd the so ldier w a tched him with the ey e o f a h aw k h oping for some chance to draw a rev o lv e r wh ich w o uld p l a ce him o n more equiJ.l t erms w ith his gi ant foe, f o r s u c h h e felt a s sured h e wou l d pro v e A m.adman The a n swe r was f a i r l y shoute d In sp i te of him self the officer started at the savage re spon: r but said, i n a kindly tone : "My p oor man, put u p yo u r weapon and go with me to !'11Y camp, an d I will care f o r yo u. "Nev er!" wa s t he sav a ge reply B ut m y d ea r f e llow --" "Hold! Addre s s n o word s of kindness t o me f o r they are thr own awa y up o n one whos e duty it i s t o k ill. "Have y ou ev e r heard o f the Mad Hunter?" "I have heard of suc h a charact e r ." "I am the Mad Hunte r, and 1f yo u k n ow of m e yo u will und e rstand that my mi s sio n is to kill, and mercy I show to n o n e not even one vvho wears the u nifo r m yo u do. ' N o, no, I ne ith e r m y ow n r ace, for I am a white m a n, o r was, before I became as a wi l d beast, and redskin, too, is my foe. "All a r e alike to me." T'he man spoke wit h i n te n s ity, though n ot a muscle move d, and the iro n hand st ill held the revolver at a l eve l coverin g the offi cer's h eart. "But h o w have I harmed yo u my p o,or man ?" "You are h uma n and all mankind are my foes, was the trembling r e spons e and then h e cri e d out, in a louder t o n e : "Co me, the night d r aw s n ea r and I have yet t o run do,.,n my game for my suppe r. "Come! If you know prayers, sa y them, f o r befor e the sun s in k s w h olly b e hind these hills, I drop yo u d ead i n your tracks." The offic e r s aw that the madman was a g iant i n stre ngth, a s well as size, and many strange stor ie s of the Mad Hunte r h a d been t ol d aro und the camp fire s To cop e with him he knew w o uld b e impo -ssible and a movem ent t oward drawing his revolv e r, w i th wh i c h h e \ v as armed, wou l d be the s i g n a l f o r his d eath In full vie w b e low h i m w as the b i vou a c o f his m en the camp fires burning brightl y in the gathering gloom; b u t to call for aid wou l d pre cipitate the end, a n d h e wai ted in sil e nc e h o p ing some freak of the madman' s humo r li-;ight s a ve h i m If the M a d Hunt e r k ept h is '..Vord, he knew he h a d f e w m inute s t o liv e, and t o s ee h ow n ear the sun was h > di sa pp earing b ehind the hills, he turned his e y es i n t h a t dir e ction Insta ntly his f a ce flus h ed; and w i t h h o pe, for h is gaze f ell up o n the form of a h o rs e and r ider. The y were a l o n g wa y off, and upo n the spur o f a hi'!, and j'us t whe re the sunlight fell upo n the m, r evealing both dist i nctly The hors eman h ad b e en e vid e n t l y a b out t o d e scend to the valle v wh e n his eyes f ell upo n the sce n e upon the o p po sit e hill, and, thoug h the m adman and his I n te nded vic tim f a r away he se e med to unde rsta n d at a glance wha t was taking p l ace, and i nstantl y h e drew rein, ju s t as h e wa s r ecogniz e d by the offic e r who unconsci o us l y allowe d his n ame to brea k fro m his lips i n a qu i c k, h o p eful whi s p er: Buffal Q Bill! The ke e n ear of the Mad H e r c ul es caught the n am e and, turning like a tiger a t bay, his gaze f e ll upon the scout o n the distant spur. 1 .

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\ ... THE BILL STORIES. 25 Quick as a flash as he turned, the officer had dropped his hand upon his revolver and jerked it from his belt. Throwing it for w ard he drew trigge r, and hammer f eil with a click up o n th e nipple, n o report follo w ing. But the sound caus e d the madman to turn upon him once more a11d the office r saw hini bound upon him, throwin g aside his pistol as h e did so, and drawing his knife in his wild pa s sion to kill. But, even in that a w ful mom ent the offic e r's e yes turned upon the distant spur, and he b e held the rifle rise to the hors eman's shoulder and knew that, desperate as were the chances Buffalo Bill intended risking a shot to save him. CHAPTER XXI. B UFFALO Bj:LL's SHOT. In that instant, after the hammer of his revolver fell without causing an e x pl o sion, the office r r e member e d tha t only that morning }:Ie had cleaned his weap o ns thor oughl y and not havin g the cartridges near him jus t then, had slipped th e m into his belt, int e nding to load them as he r o de along on the maJTch. Had he not f orgotten to do s o brave and n e rvy man that he was added to the fact that he was a dead shot, he could have killed the Mad Hunter. Realizing the uselessness of his r e volvers, he at once whipp e d out his sword to me e t the f e rocious attack, al though with little hop e of contesting again s t the madman with any degree of success. }-Ie had rec og nized in the h o rseman, as his horse stood on the spur, when the glimmer of sunlight r e sted upon him, on e whom he knew as the King of B o rdem1en, Buf falo Bill He saw, too in that moment o f pe'ril, that Buffalo B ill had caught sight of the scene up o n the ridge, wh e n th e Mad Hunter was s p ringing upo n him the sun s setting ray s r e vealed the differ e n c e b e tween the two distinctly. The one lo o k of the offic er as he stood on guard to meet the attack though he could but knov.i h o w it mu st end, showed to him that Buffal o Bill had suddenly thrown his rifle to his shoulder, and that th e muzzl e p o int e d toward th e m. Fearful, indeed were the chan c e s a g ain s t him ; but Buffal o Bill >ns th e man t o t a k e just s uch a chance. And he d id tak e it. J a s the blc:.de of t h e ma d man wa s po ise d ab o v e the h e ad o f t1h e daring officer, w h ose nerv e did n o t fail him th e r e cam e t he puff o f s mo ke fr o m the scout's rifl e and d o wn upon his fac e th e madm an f e ll, heavily bury ing his knife d e ep into the earth, and with a red s treak acr os s the t op o f th e head \Vhere the bull e t had cut its way : "Bravo! bravo Buffalo Bill! I -owe you my life, and Heaven knows I never fought at closer quarters wlth death," said the officer, as he gazed an instant upon the r huge, fall e n form, and then turning toward the spur, where he had last seen the scout, he took off his hat and wav e d it thrice around his head, he gave a ringing shout. But the spur was already vacated, and up from the shadows came an answering cry, while could see 1:he horse and rider making for the valley. His shout remained unnoticed in the bivouac of his men doubtl ess drowned by the noise of the camp; but the clatter of the hoofs of the scout's horse came dis.fim::tly to his ears, and soon after he beheld the animal mount ing the hill s ide toward him, and his daring rider urging hi m on. With rapid bounds he c ame from the shadows below into t he glimmering twilight above, and, drawing rein, the scout threw himself from his horse and confr o nted the office r. "Cody, God bless you t:' "Captain Ed. Keyes !" Such were the w ords from the lips o th e two men, as their hands were clasped in warm and friendl y greeting. "Always in the right place, just when you are wanted, Bill." "I came pre tty near being in the wrong place, for that was a long w a y off to take the chances as I feared I might kill you; but it loo ks like the Gtea.t What-Is-It that I have knocked over," and Buffalo Bill turned to the prostrate form of the madman, while Cap tain Keyes said : "It is the poor cre<;tture they call the Mad Hunte r, and whose e x i s t e nce I half b e lieved w a s only in the ima g ina tions of old trappe rs, until today, Cod y ." "I have heard o f h im, sir, and th e y sa y t hat h e w as a cruel dem o n ; but I gue s s his evil works have e n ded "Now sir I hav e s ad, s ad n e w s to m ake k now n t o y o u and I was se ek i n g th e f o rt, wh e n I s aw you a n d a s I at first beli e ved a g rizzly b e ar." "It was worse, Cod y ; but what n ew s have you? Q uick! t ell me, has Oak H eart r;au gh t D a nf o r t h? "Yo u h : w e s aid it f o r t h e g allant f ello w a n d his m e n have been w ipe d out.. "Gr ea t G o d! a n d t h e brav e and nob l e hea rte d K eyes, wh o n eve r fli n c h e d u n d e r t he fie r c e s t fire and d e a d li e st d a n ger, f ai rl y s t agge r e d un d e r the b l ow w h ile hi s vqice tremble d a s he as k ed : C an t h i s b e t rue, C ody?'' "I sa w D anfo r t h and his men d ead o n t he field, s ir," wa s the sa d repl y 'The n the r e can be n o d ourbt; but w hen an'd where?" "A couple of hours' ride from the village of Oak

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I 2 6 THE BUff ?-.LO B;LL S TORJES. "Tl:ey were surrounded and oven;helmecl, but fought to the end with desperate courage, .as every trace "I came upon the field this afternoon, and left it an hour after to go to the fort, and make knovvn the fearful tidings, and at the same time deliver the \\arnin g of Oak Heart to th ose \\ho follow on his trail. "Ha! did you see that wily old chief?" "No; but one who represented him, and Buffalo Bill went on to tell the .st r:mge story of his visit to the fatal field and all -that had occurred to h im, while the two de scended to the v a l le y t oge ther, the scout's horse slowl y following and the :Mad Hunter, see mingly forgotten, left lying where he had hllen. CHAPTER XXII. THE CORDER KING's PLEDGE. Buffa1 o Bill was hastening to find Texas Jack, and report what had happened in the valley, and then send him on to the fort, whil e he returned to bury the dead lieu tenant and his m-.::n, when he saw th e danger of Captain Keyes From the latter h e l eamed thaf Lieutenant Danforth had had a dream of seeing him, Cody, a prisone r of the Sioux, and he had urged 1\Iajor Ba ldwin to allow him to take a score of men to discover if it' was. true. Rea izing Danforth's re ck le ss nature, Major Bald\\'in. the clay after the party left, ba d ordered Captain Edward L. Keyes with t\\'O t r oo ps of cavalry and a dozen sco u ts to go on the trail of the young ofrrce r and al so to look the Border King and Texas Jack up. On the way, only that afternoon, they ha-c! me t Tex as Jack and he r ep orted th::;t he was to meet Buffalo Bill the next day, but he had 1 ;o t seen Lieutenant Danforth and his men, yet had come upon their trail, and was sorry to see it leacl ing so near to Chief Oak Heart's village. And t h e captain's meeting with Buffalo Bill had re vealed tbe sad story of the fate of Danforth and his men. \Vith him Capt :tin ](c;es had over a hundred troopers,
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THE BUFfAlO BILL STORIES. 27 "Ha! I remember, you went in the place of Murphy, to bring the body of the madman into camp?" "Yes, sir," answered the sergeant. "And you say that the body was not there?" "Yes, sir." "Did you go up to the top of the ridge?" "Yes, sir, and along the top of it on each side of where the trail led." 1 And searched thoroughly?" "I d id, sir, and so did the eight men r had with me." "This is strange, Cody, for you certainly killed the mad. man," and Keyes turned to the scout, who responded: "I shot to kill him, and aimed at his head; but he may be as much like a grizzly as he looks, and hard to slay "I will go up on the ridge with 1ihe and see if he found the right spot." "Do so, Cody; if you are not too tired, for I confess that I would prefer that mad giant should rather be dead than alive.'' Buffalo Bill left the tent, and accompanied by the ser geant and his squad, went toward the hills, leaving the officers still discus s ing th e sad tidings they had h ear d of Danforth and his men. In half an hour the sergeant returned, and alone "Where is the scout, sergeant?" asked the captain, quickly. "He left us up o n the ridge, sir." "Left you?" "Yes, sir." "And where did he go?" and Captain Keyes seemed anxiously to await th e reply. "We did not find the madman, sir; or any trace of him, and Mr. Coclv sent one of my men to camp after his horse, and rode a;vay, telling me to say to you, sir, that he would try and see if he couldn't get his grip upo n the Mad Hunter, or Oak Heart, before he saw you again." "By the gods of war, he has gone!" cried the captain, in a tone o f real distr ess, f o r he feared that Buffalo Bill, to keep his word to White Antelope, had ra s hly gone to his death. CHAPTER XXIII. TRACKING MAD!uAN. That Buffalo Bill was intensely surprised, upon reach ing the spot where he knew the Mad Hunter to have fallen, to find h i m gone, there js no doubt. The aim he had taken had been a quick one, the dis tance great, and he had barely tim : e to see a huge being, clothed in hair, rushing knife in hand, upon one whose uniform proved him to be an officer. He saw how bravely that officer faced hls foe: sword i n hand, and he raised his rifle and sent his bullet upon i ts unerring way. . Arriving at the spot afterward, he had not for a mo ment doubted that his aim was fata l for a gla nce had shown him the huge head marked with a r ed stain, and the tidings of whi c h he was the bearer had sunk the mad in importance and horror, and only upon arriving at the b ivouac had Captain Keyes sent back after the body. Buff:J.lo Bill knew there was no mistaking the spot where th e l\fad Hunter had fallen, and yet he was not there. He had disappeared Had he friends near, who had seen the encounter, and then borne him off? After. a moment's thought he felt that this coald not be, for he r em embered that in all the stories he had heard of the Mad H ui1'ter it was never said that he had a companion, and that he made war upon all human ings alike. At any rate, being out of the encad1pment, Buffalo Bi ll determined to renl
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I 28 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. into the valle} beyond. a:1d alongside of a steep bluff at its base, and this they ,,ere just passing when the scout arrived at his point of observation. The course he had taken, in follo\Ying the m?-dman 's trail, had brought him out at a point ahead of the march-ing soldiers. But it \\"as net upon them. as they \\ent by at the base of the range of bills, that his eyes rested after the first glance. but upon the tall form of the Mad Hunter. In an instant Buffalo Bill divined his object. Thwarted in his revenge the night before, he had seen the trail the tro opers had taken, and, acquainted with the locality, knew that they must pa ss under the bluff, and thence he had gone to heed them off. So intent was he at his work 1rhen Buffalo Bill stepped upon the bill abon !Jim that he did not :.ee him. He 1-.:as gathering huge roc!-;:;; and piling them upon the edge of the cliff, l)enea tb 1rhich the head of the column soon must pas .. His intention 11as nident. for hundred feet be low him, and immediately beneath. the trail led, and the maddened b eing meant mu cler in its vile. t shape. At first the .cont meant to hail the column ancl \\arn them of their danger: h ut. \rith a second glance at the macltnan. he changed his pmpo!'c. threl\' the rein of his horse over a limb. and, leaving his rifle hanging to his saddle. stt'pped over the top of the hill and descended toward the hug-e being at his devilish \\'ork. \Vitll a sltot from his reYolnr B\1ffalo Bill kne11 that he couid drop him dead: but he was no man to take such an advantage e\eu against one who 11as said to possess the strength of Samson. 'With a !'tep rendered light and noiseless by following many a deadly trail, tbe scout descended the hillside, keeping in the shelter of the scattering trees, until he stood within twenty feet of the ?lfad Hunter. Huffalo Bill sa'" that his eyes 1rere as fierce as a wolfs. that his hands opened and shut with nervous and his hcdy \\':15 bent for\\'arcl 11 ith eager hope of cruel revenge. 1\ carer :md nt:arer drew the colnmn of soldiers. Through a gap in the bluff Buffalo Bill saw that Captain Keyes and those about him were to be the object of the Hunter's attention, and he stood ready to act. .As they rode from sight upon the trail winding di rectly under the precipitous hillside, the madman care fully selected a huge stone, and, raising it above his head, was picking out his victim, when Duffalo Bill bounded from his place of concealment, and, with a revolver in one hand. \rith t'he other lightly touched the giant upon the shoulder, \Vith the quiet remark: "Say, Shanghai pard, drop that tombstone and tackle ..,.,, if you arc pining to kill somebody!" CHAPTER XXIV. FLIGHT. The madman's gigantic frame, rendered larger by his hairy attire a11d high wolfskin cap, his savage, bearded face, made him a foe that few men would have dared to face. Buffalo Bill could have d r opped him in his tracks as he stood, but there was too much manliness in his nature to take such an advantage, although he knew he had lit tle more than a wild beast in ferocity to deal with. The madness of the man he pitied, and he determined to see if he could not cow him into submission. He was wholly upon his guard, therefore, when he laid his hand upon the arm of the madman. The ma !man sl{runk back as thongh an adder had stung him, at the same time uttering a wild cry of terror. Still he did not lower his upraised hands, nor drop the huge stone they held. Trembling violently, he gazed upon the scout, who kept him covered \rith his revolver, and as the fierce expression in his eyes changed to a look Buffalo Bill, who watched him like a hawk. could not fathom, he began to back slO\dy from before the man who had so boldl'y con fronted him. His wild ydl had been heard by the marching sol diers below, a shout had been .the answer, and the column had halted and stood gazing, as though spell bound \\'ith horror, upon the scene throug-h a break in the bluff. This much T:nffalo Bill saw, as well that the madman was backing off so that he conld get space to hurl the stone al him. 'D;op that tone, old Bluebcard !" The order was given in a stern, threatening tone, in spite of the light words. and Buffalo Bill held the eye of the madman as he spoke. Instantly the heayy stone fell with a crash to earth, and the madman's hands dropped to his side, passing the butts of his pistols with no effort to grasp them. "Why, this is a picnic, when I expected to tackle a cyclone,., said the sco ut, in his off-hand 11ay, and still covering the madman, he wa about to advance upon him. 11 hen a loud cry came from the plain bel o11: 'Hold, Cody! for God's sake. hold!'' But he uttered no word in reply, and again nerved himself to advance npon the madman. As for the strange beii1g, he seemed not to have heard the cry. bnt stood trembling. and gazing upon the scout, while his jaws moved as though he was gritting his teeth with rage. Seeing Buffalo Bill again advance, as though to try his strength with the madman, for he had lowered his weapon, Captain Keyes shouted:

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THE BUffALO BILL STORIES. 29 "Hold, Cody, for here comes Texas Jack, who can drop him where he stands.'' But Buffalo Bill heeded not the commapd, and at once stepped boldly toward the madman. As he did so the strange being gave a cry of seeming fright, shrunk backward, waved his hands, as though to ward off the scout, and then, with the bound of a deer, had started away in a wild run. Buffalo Bill was amazed, and half raised his revolver, as though to check his flight; but, thinking better of it on the instant, retumed the weapon to his belt with the remark: "Poor, mad wretch; let him go." Beholding the flight of the madman, when they had expected to see him spring upon the scout, the soldiers broke forth in one long, wild cheer, and up the hillside floated the ringing words : ''Bravo for you, Buffalo Bill!'' The scout raised his hat in response and turned away, and though the command waited for some time, as though expecting to have him join them, he did not come. Then Texas Jack went up to the top of bluff, and soon after returned to report that he had seen nothing of the madman, or of Buffalo Bill, either. "But where had they gone?" persisted the captain. "The trail showed that the madman had dug out for all he was worth, sir, and that Buffalo Bill was hot on his tracks." "Then Buffalo Bill has again gone in chase of the madman, Jack.'' "Holy smoke! Look there!" The exclamation of the guide, followed by his words in a loud voice, caused every eye to glance upward, for his gaze was fixc'd upon the top of the bluff which they had passed beneath only a few moments before. There was no reason for any one to ask what had caused that cry, for there, in plain view of all, were visible two human forms, engaged in a death struggle, upon the very verge of the precipice. \ Vhen Buffalo Bill allowed the madman to go, from pity, his next thought was that he would yet kill, if he could, Captain Keyes or others, and he fo!lo,,cd him, to again discover him, on another bluff, about to hurl a large stone down upon the soldiers. He tried to make him yie ld to him, bnt in an instant the madman was upon him, striving to hnrl him from the cliff. But, with his \Yorcls of alarm, Texas Jack had throm1 his rifle to his shoulder. \\atched his chance and pulled t'he trigger. Back from the bluff staggered the madman, and a ,;ay up the steep path bounded Texas Jack. There lay the madman-dead. Texas Jack's shot had done its work. But Buffalo Bill bad gone. He feared that Captain Keyes would prevent him from keeping his pledge to White Antelope. The madman \\ as buried where he had fallen, and Captain Keyes then marched on' to the valley, to place the bodies of Lieutenant Danforth and his men in their graves. He quickly fortified his camp, buried his dead. and then moved off to a strong position, half a day's march away, while Texas Jack and his men in buckskin scouted about in search of their chief, the Border King. OIAPTER XXV. THE RENEGADE'S TREACHERY. Buffalo Bill is a man who takes desperate chances . He always did so, and he had nnde up his mind to return and keep his pledge to \Vh1te Antelope. He believed that he had a way to escape de::tth. At any rate he would try it. So he left the bluff, after the madman's fall, and determined to scout toward the Indian vilbge, come what might. 01ief Oak Heart's village was in a position from vthicl1 he knew it would be almost impossible for the soldiers to dislodge him. As the time wore a\Yay different bands of warriors came into the Indian village, and all had strange stories to tell their great chief. To these stories Oak Heart and his head chiefs listened, and the name of Buffalo Dill, or Pa-c-lzas-/;;a, became a greater terror than ever. Among the chids sat one who had listened to every story told in the council-lodge, and no cne wou : ld have deemed his painted face concealed the white man. But so it was, and at last he spoke: ''Pa-c-has-ka is my and I sought his life; but he is the pale-face brave that the Vlhite Antelope sent to give the Oak Heart \Yarning t-hat his enemies should not fol low upon his trail. ''The Vlhite Anthelope turned a panther loose upon the trail of my red brothers, and he told her that he would return and give hi; nse! up to the Oak Heart. Has he come back?" "No!" was the answer of many. "But the warriors come in and tell how he has killed their ccmrades. scalped their brothers and laughed at them for squaws Will the Sioux braves let the pale face clog throw dirt in their faces? Is he not now not far fro;1i their Yillagc and yet no \\'arrior brings in his Let my medicine bra\'es seek his trail and bring him alive into the presence of the great chief, and

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30 THE BUfff\LO BILL STORIES" Death Killer will show them how the Pa-e-has-ka \Yi\1 weep like a squaw when he feels the grip of his foe upon him!" TI1is speech of the renegade, Boyd Bennett, excited the Indian warriors to frenzy, and within half an hour after it was uttered a hundred of the best braves of the tribe had gone forth to hunt down their terrible foe. From his return to the gory field, to take the :;calp of Lieutenant Danforth, and finding Buffalo Bill there to de fend it, Bennett, the renegade, had thirsted for re\cnge upon the scout. He had secretly dispatched a noted brave upon his trail of revenge, and as that veJ;y daring warrior did not re turn, he feared that he had come to grief at the hands of man he went to slay. For defending the scout and permitting Buffalo Bill to go free, upon his pledge to return, the renegade had not forgiven White Antelope. Yet he knew the influence she held in the tribe, that, upon account of her having been born with yellow hair, and growing up far more beautiful than any maiden in the tribe, she was regarded as a favored child of the Great Spirit, and that should he cross her will, he would lose the power he had gained over er people. He had hoped to win the girl's love, when he first came to the tribe; but she had treated him with disdain, and this was reason why he felt revengeful toward her. To get an Indian to aid him in a plot against White Antelope he knew was impossible, yet he did not despair, and when he left the council-lodge, he detemined in some way to get rid of the girl, as he hoped that Buffalo Bill might be captured, and if so, she might saye him from death. He went over to the tepee of the p:-etty Sioux Queen, and engaged her in conversation, asking her when the pale-face scout intended to keep his word to her and come to the Indian village. "The Long Hair has a straight tongue; he ,-,ill c cme," said the g;; .. l, confidently. \Vhite Antelope soon after m ounted her pony and took a gallop down the She passed the guards about the viJlage, and unhe 0ding their warning not to venture far, rode to the top of a young Indian brayc who \Vas on guard there \\atched her attentiYely, and she, having won his heart, he seemed to forget a!l else, now that she was before b!s eye s So \napped up wa s he inthe young girl, that he did n o t behold a form suddenly bound !rom behind a ro::k nearby, and when he did sec it. before he could utter his defiant \varcry, his throat was crushed in a mighty grip; he \\as dragged back out of sight, and a long knife sent to the hilt in his heart. Then the scalp-lock was torn from his head. ere life \\as extinct, a11d the young brave's love-dream had ended. Seated by the' side of his victim, the slayer gazed upo n him with a look of real pleasure at his deed, while he muttered in a sinister tone: "I !eve blo od, and his death shall be laid on Buffalo Bill. Now to find the \\'hite Antelope, and then-"There she comes! K ow to catch her as she goes by!" He crouched back in the shelter of a rock as he spoke, while White Antelope, upon whom his eyes were fixed with murderous intent, came riding slowly back toward the village. Suctdenly she gave a cry Qf alarm, and tried to wheel her pony about and dash away, for to her side had sprung the form of Boyd Bennett. But he placed his hand over her mouth, seized her fim1ly in his arms, and turning her pony loose, darted down a defile, unseen by any of the other Indian guards, ncarly a quarter of a mile away. In a large cavern, penetrating a pile of rocks, rising to an elevation that commanded a view of the Indian vilbge, several miles distant, sat Buffalo Bill. \ He had his fie ld glass in his hand, and had been long gazing upon the Indian camp. "\Veil, I'll never get them down finer than I have them now,'' he said, thoughtfully. "I wish I had some one with me whom I could send back on the trail and report to Captain Keyes just the situation of the viilage, and how many warriors Oak Heart has. "I have be e n hanging about this village long enough now, for I have done \YOrk well.'' As he spoke, the relentless scout held up a string of scalps which he had taken since the of Danforth and his men. ''But I am getting tired of this, and if I do HOt catch

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THE BUffALO BILL STORIES. 31 Bennett soon, I will go boldly into the village and claim the protection of the sacred pipe I carry. "I'll risk it, for I believe in its power." As he uttered the \YOrds, Buffalo Bill saw Boyd Bennett come into view not far away, and in his grasp was Vlhite Antelope, a prisoner. Catching sight of Buffalo Bill, she cried in English: "Pa-e-has-ka, save White Antelope!" "l will kill her," shrieked the renegade. But they were his last words, for, seeing that her death was certain if he hesitated longer, Buffalo Bill pulled the trigger of his revolver, and the bullet crashed through the brain of Boyd Bennett. CHAPTER XXVI. THE PLEDGE KEPT. There was great excitement in the village of the Sioux. The Sioux Queen, the idolized White Antelope. hac\ ridden away from her tepee and had not yet returned. Then came the news that one of. the most promising young warriors of the tribe had be e n slain and scalped while on guard at one of the passes to the village. This was fearful news, and Buffalo Bill was set clown as the perpetrato r of the deed v\'hile the chiefs were in council, a hors e was s e en approaching the guard at the pas s where the young brave had been killed that afternoon. Upon his back were two persons, one of the m appearing to be a great chief in full war paint, f eathers and head dres s and t.he other was \Vhite Ar:telope. The chief grunted a salutation to the guards, though wlio he \Vas none of them knew, while th.e girl spoke to I them, and said t'he brave chief had rc;;cucd her from great danger. Straight to the council-lodge t11e chief r o de. and dismounting quickly, the two entered, the y oung girl leading the way. A cry arose at sight of ,,-hite Antelo pe, who, as their qu een, had entrance there. and then all eyes were turned upon her co111panion, while she said in a voice that reached every ear in the grand lodge: "The Pa-e-has-ka spoke with a straight tongue. "He i s here !" The \Yar-bonnet was thrown aside, and the blanket held in front of the face was removed, and Buffalo Bill stood revealed, alone among his enemies. A deep murmur ran around the crowd of chiefs. and it was half surprise, half admiration at the bold pale-face who had redeemed word to White Antelope. Fearlessly the scout stood before his foes, his eyes resting upon the face of Oak Heart. "The Long Hair must die!'' said Oak Heart, and the words were echoed upon all sides. But Buffalo Bill's face never chang-ed color "Let the Sioux Queen speak!'' said 01ief Oak Heart. Instantly there \ vas a dead silence, and she told the story of j1er adventure with the renegade. How he had killed the yotmg brave at the pass, and how she had been saved by Buffalo Bill, when the Death Killer had her a prisoner. All eyes turned upon Oak Heart, for it was for him to spec.k Deep and earnes t came his words : "The LoJJg Hair is a mighty pale-face chief. "He 1has trailed the redman to his village, and his belt is heavy \Yith the scalp-locks of my braves. "He came here under the war-o0nnet of a Cheyenne 01ief. "He has saved the S 1oux Queen from death. "The Long Hair is not afraid of death, and he must show my warriors how he can die!" Buffalo Bill simply smiled, and said: "The Oak Heart is a great c hief, and Pa-e-has-ka has heard his words. "Pa-c-has-ka has slain his younebraves, and his belt is heavy with their scalp-locks. "But doe s the Oak Heart forget many moons ago, when his little daughter, the sunlight of his heart, was captured by a Pawnee br:::ve, and that a pale-face took her from him, and gave her to the great chief to place again in his heart? "The Oak Heart gave the Pa-e-has-ka then this sacred pipe and tomahawk with the broken edge, in token that he would never be his foe. "Sec! must the Pa-e-has-ka die?" As Buffalo Bill spoke, be held up the sacred pipe and the 1:on,ahawk '"ith its edge all broken. A deathlike si l ence fell t1!)011 all; then Oak Heart

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c r 32 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. arose, and, stepping up to the scout, threw around him his snowwhite robe, and said, impressively: "The Pa-e-has-ka is the friend of Oak Heart. "When the tomahawk shall be buried between their people, they shall be brothers. "But now the palefaces are on the trail of my children, so let the Pa-c-has-ka go from my village back to his people, and not one of my young braves shall follow his trail. "The Oak Heart has spoken." A grunt of assent showed that the assembled chiefs agreed with their great leader. CHAPTER XXVII. CONCLUSION. The scene changes once more to Fort Advance, days after the one on >Yhich Buffalo Bill returned to Chief Oak Heart's village to keep his pledge to the White Ante lope, the half-breed "Girl Qneen of the Sioux." Suddenly a horseman rides into the fort. He is mounted upon a large \\ bite horse that is gaunt yet spirited. The rider looks pale and jaded, and his buckskin attire has seen hard usage. But he is recognized as he enters the lines, and one voice after another breaks forth in the cheer for "Buf falo Bill, the King of the Border!" Removing his broad, much-worn, blood-stained sombrero from his head, he rides through the ranks to head quarters and dismounts. An orderly seizes his bridle rein, and :Major Baldwin comes forth and grasps his hand, with the words: "It was close shaving, major, but not be, this time," was the answer. "And you won out, Bill?" "Yes, Major Baldwin. I went into Oak Heart's vil lage, know just how many Sioux braves he has, and all of interest about the really grand old red sinner that you would like to know. But you'll not catch him this year, I wager high." "I fear not. But how did you escape, Bill?" "Through the good medicine charm I had given me long ago oy old Oak Heart himself, and also with the aid of the half-breed Sioux "And those scalplocks, Bill?" and the major pointed to a string of ghastly trophies hanging from his belt. "Oh, these are the head roofs of the braves who tried to raise my hair, major. I intended to have a rope made of them to hang that renegade, Boyd Bennett with, but I had to shoot him." "You killed him?" "I had to do it; so I'll have the scalp-locks made into a bridle for you." "Thank you, Bill; it will be a rare gift, and one most highly prized. By their number, I should judge that you had kept your oath to avenge poor Da nforth." Buffalo Bill made no reply, and soon atter went to his quarters, where he was warmly greeted by Texas Jack and his faithful band of scouts. Several days after he reported for duty, and once more performed daring deeds to add to his fame as the B o rder King. THE END. "J:'hank God, Cody, we meet again! Captain Keyes The next will contain'' Buffalo Bill's Yietory; returned to tell all, and we believed you dead." or, A '!'rail of Terror." I 0.

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JESSE JAMES STORIES W E were the first publishers in the world to print the famous stories of the James Boys, written by that remarkable man, W. B. Lawson, whose name is a watch word with our boys. We have had many imitators, and in order that no one shall be deceived in accepting the spurious for the real we shall issue the best stories of the James Boys, by Mr. Lawson, in a New Library entitled "The Jesse James Stories," one of our big ones, and a sure winner with the boys. The first four issues are: "Jesse James, the Outlaw. A Narrative of the James Boys," "Jesse James' Legacy; or, The Border Cyclone," "Jesse James' Dare-Devil Dance; or, Betrayed by One of Them," "Jesse James' Black Agents; or, The Wild Raid at Bullion City." STREET & SMITH, Publishers. BUFFALO BILL STORIES WE were the publishers of the first story ever written of the famous and world-renowned Buffalo Bill, the great hero whose life has been one succession of exciting and thrilling incidents combined with great suc cesses and accomplishments, all of which will be told in a series of grand stories which we shall now place before the American boys The first of these stories entitled ''Buffalo Bill, the Border King," appears in No. 1 of our new five-cent library entitled, "The Buffalo Bill Stories. STREET & SMITH, Publishers. NICK CARTER STORIES THE best known detective in the worl d i s Nick Carter. Stories by this noted sleuth are issued regularly in ''Nick Carter Weekly," aud all his work is written for us. It may interest the patrons and readers o f the Nick Carter Series of Detective Stories to know that these famous stories will soon be produced upon the stage under unusually elaborate circumstances. Arrangement s have just been comple t ed between the publishers and Manager F. C. Whitney, t o present the entire set of Nick Carter stories in dramatic form. The first play of the series will be brought out next fa11. STREET & SMITH, Publishers. DIAMOND DICK STORIES THE celebrated Diamond Dick stories can only be found in ''Diamond Dick, jr., The Boys' Best Weekly." Diamond Dick and his son Bertie are the most unique and fascinating heroes of Western romance The scenes, and many of the incidents, in these exciting stories are taken from real life. Diamond Dick stories are conceded to be the best stories of the West, and are all copyrighted by us. The library is the same size and price as this pub lication, with handsome illumir1ted cover. STREET & SMITH, Publishers.


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