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TALES OF BUFFALO ADVE"TURE No. 2 A 'TORY o:p JLD e T ,AD. Nl.J.. BI!i,' RAISED ll:IS R I F K, Ail T.II Q UalU-, .&lmo iJE:-; T A, THE. RIGHT ARM. Quer 7 2000 New & Old Books&. .Libraries in Madison &. WashingroJl Sts" -\5 So ST., Chlcare, ltl

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.t Issued Weekly. A) Subscription $2.50 per year. Entered as Second Class Matter at tlte N. Y. Post Office, liy STREET & SMITH, us Wt11iam St., N. Y. Entered accordingto Act of Congress t"n tlte IQOI, in tke Office of lite Librarian of Congress, Washington, 0. C. No.2. NEW YORK, May 25, 1901. Price Five Cents. BUff L O BILL'S BJ:ST SHOT. 1\ S tory of Wil d West 1\d v ent ur e. By the autho r of 44 BUFFALO B I LL." CHAPTER I. TH)t CHI:E;F''S OA'l'H. 4' D ave, life is worth a good deal to me, whether it is to you or not, for I want to live for those I love." Thus spoke Buffalo Bill, the famous American scout, to his bosom friend and long-time mate in many a wild hunt, Dave Estes, as they looked eastward from a peak i!J the great Wind River Gap of the Rocky Mountains, for they were in the heart of the Northwest.ern hunting grounds of the Sioux nation. The two scouts, well-mounted and well-armed, had come thus far alone into this d r e ad&l range to satisfy themselves on two points--one a rumor that placer gold was wondrously plentifu l in the deep_gulches of the Wind River Moutlfl:ains-the other, that for bear, elk, moun tain sheep and antelope, this was a paradise. They had learned that the rumors liad good foundation. They had prospected for and found fine gold in black. sand, in small nugget s and in q_uiutzf As to game, they could have fed a brigade and not worried themselves in doing it. "What are vou g-rowlin' about, Bill?" said Dave, in "Q reply. "The reds are all off on the plains and we've got the hills all to ourselves. We've seen a heap of new ground on this scout, and I?d like to look a little farther. Let's stay out one day longer." "You said the same thi"ng two days ago, Dave," said Bill, "yet here we are a day's ride nearer to sunset now than we were then. You never tire on a scout. Good reason why-you are at all the home you have, wherev e r you camp. But it isn't so with me. There're heart strings pulling me toward" home, where my_ loved ones are." "Just so. This getting married ruins a man for scouting and plains life. It takes the game out of him." "Look here, Dave! step light, or yqu'll wake me up!" cried Bill, and the anger light flashed from his eyes. "I'm as game now as I ever was, and you know it, or you ought to. Who saved your hair when you were Q.owrr; and the Sioux crowding for you like a pack of starved wolves?" "You, Bill-you! and God bless you for it." "And wasn't I married then-a husband and a father?" "Yes, Bill, and I take back all that I said. But I was

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THE BUFFALO STORIES. never in such a game country as this before, and there's just one range I'd like to look at to-day, and then I'm willing to go back." "If you are bent on a scout to-day don't go far, and be in camp early. I'll take the horses down, and pack our specimens, and have supper ready when you come." "All right!" said Dave, dismounting. "I'm going where horses can't travel-ur> that gulch we .looked at yesterday." T.he scout, a small, agile, wiry man, ldt Buffalo Bill to return, while he, shouldering his Spencer rifle, took a course along the rid&"e. Bill called to the well-trained horse of his mate teo lol low, and turned Powder Face, his own favorite steed, in the direction of their camp, WAich had been pitched in a little valley, near a small lake. He rode leisurely along, a Henry rifle slung at the rear of his saddle, but with his favorite needle-gun over his sh<;mlder, ready for instant use. Meat was. plenty in camp, so he left the game in sight unmolested. But a sight met his eye that made hjm draw his ht>rses close in cove!' under a clump of dwad pines, where he could see without being seen. He saw, coming through the valley from the east, three figures on qorseback, riding at a terrific pace. He quickly got his fieldgiass into focus, and by its aid discovered the riders. Two rode side by side, several yards in advance of the third. Of these the first was an armed Indian warrior, and he led the second horse, which bore an Indian girl, who seemed to be bound to the horse which the warrior led. The third rider, so far in the rear, was also an armed Indian warrior, and he was lashing his horse furiously, as the first also lashed his. "A race for life, it looks like!" said Buffalo Bill. "But I see no sign of any pursuer. If that was a white woman I'd take a hand in mighty sudden. If it is an abduction, why, it's their business, not mine." The first warrior and the squaw dashed on through the gap, while, j4-st as Bill reached the the horse of the other warrior fell, throwing its rider heavily against a huge bowlder, and leaving him senseless on the ground. Bill rode up, thinking, from the way he lay, that the Indian had fractured his skull or broken his neck; but he found him conscious as he halted by his side, though he was unable to rise. "Paleface, I know you. You are Long Rifle, the great killer of Buffalo," sai d the Indian, as Bill reined in his horse. "Yes," said Bill, quietly. "What is the matter with you.?" ":fl'eap : bad is the matter. Me got an arm and leg broke-my horse most dead, and Yellow Bear, the Black Foot chief, has gc>ne beyond my reach with Dove Eye, my daughter, the Red Rose of my "Dove Eye? Then you are Spottea Tail, the great war chief of the Big Horn Sioux?'' "Yes; I am Spotted Tail. Kill me if you like; I have taken scalps enough to line my lodge." "Killing cripples isn11: in my line," said Bill. "But I'll I}lake a bargain with you, Spotted Tail. If y(lu'll agree to keep peace with all palefaces who come here to hunt and look for gold, I'll get Dove Eye back and bring you the scalp of Ye11ow Bear. Will you agree to this?" "Long Rifle, I will." "Swear it by the Great Spirit." "I swear to be a friend to the palefaces if Dove Eye is saved from Yellow Bear, the Black Foot." "Enough! Crawl to my camp, where you'll find meat and drink," said Bill; and h>osing Dave's norse, he turned Powder Face on the trail of Yellow Bear, I CHAPTER It THE SCOUT'S BEST SHOT. A handsome Indian woman is a rarity; but the daughter of Spotted 'fait, Dove Eye, wQtnanly, gtaceiul, though but fifteen, was an exception. On !ill the plains, through the Black and in the great tnountaip.s, she was known as the Red Rose of the Sioux nation, as the most beautiful of Indian girls. Alreac;!y warriors of her own tribe had fought in jeal ous ri va1ry to gain a friendly glance from her al ready her father had been asked for her hand by some of the bravest and richest chiefs of his and other tribs; but his answer was: Dove E y e is the heart of Spotted Tall-he c 'annot part with his child!" Yellow Bear, a dreaded chief of the Black a tribe at war with all atoun.d them, had not ::sked her parents or herself for her hand; with. a great hunter's stealth he had crept into the village of her father when almost all the tribe were away on a buffalo hunt, and that fathir was detained by sickness in his lod ge, and with a daring peculiar to him and his tr: be > had seized and borne her away, bound on a c:lptured horse. Spotted Tail; sick though he was, had followed swiftly on the trail, and had come almost within rifle shot of Yell ow Bear when his horse fell. The Black Foot chief saw the mishap, and he rode on more leisure!y, to save h!s horses for the long: yet before h1m, for he dtd not see Buffalo Bill dmvn toward his fallen pursuer. The girl looked back, and a cry of joy broke from her lips. She saw that a pursuer was nearer than btfote, and she thought none but her father was on the trail. Yell ow Bear turrlad his eye's, and he saw that .it was not Spotted Tail, but a well-armed and well-mount e d paleface, whb was1eoroing swiftly on his track. Quickly he his horse and that which bore Dove Eye intd furiotijl speed once more--dange'rous speed, fdr the ough route he was passing grew roughtr and more narrow as they ascended the pass; but there was a danger behind which the Black Foot coul(i for he had battled with palefaces befol'e... ..... Nearer and nearer the J?Ursuer came, 'lind a low, scorn ful !'a ugh )Jroke from the lips o{ Dove Eye, fOt' she deemed her resctue sure now. Yell-ow Bear heard itj and his anger up, and he resolved that she should first die, and then he would his pursuer.

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r-. THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES 3 Clieeking liis norse suddenly, he clutched her rouna arm, and, her form so as to bring her heart full before him, he raised his ann to drive the knife in her bosom. As he thus raised his ann a terrible yell broke from his lips-a cry of defiance and hate. Th:lve Eye, fearless and full of scorn, looked him de fiantly in the,face, expectin_g instant death; but suddenly his arm fell and the knife dropped to the earth, for Buf falo Bill, fully one hundred yards ay,nay, saw her peril, ra:sed his rifle quick as thought, fired, and sent the ball through the upraised right arm. Yellow Bear, helpless to use knife or rifle now, uttered a scream of baffled rage and pain, then leaping from his horse he plunged off into a thicket, where no horseman could follow him, just as Buffalo Bill dashed up to finish the work begun by the best shot he ever made. "Dove Eye is safe!" he said, as he reined his horse back to its haunches and cut the thongs which bound her. "Her father is at my camp, waiting for her." "Dove Eye thanks the brave paleface. Her life has been saved by him, and she will be his friend forever." "Buffalo Bill needs no thanks/' said the heroic scout. .. But look to his horse. He promised to take your father back a scalp, and he must get it." Bill threw the reins of his horse into the hands of the liberated maiden, and: sp.rang into the thicket after Yellow Bear. Dove Eye saw the form of her preserver disappear and her eyes gleamed with a new light. "He is brave as the bravest," she 5aid. will be his slave." She waited minutes, and they seemed long, for him to return; and then almost an hour passed before Buffalo Bill came back. When he did return he looked flushed and angry. "He can outrun a crippled wild turkey and hide better thall a chick-pheasant. I've lost him and his trail, but I'll have his scalp yet, and keep my word with Spdtted Tail." Dove did not speak. She never dared to speak to her father when his brow wore the anger cloud, and she thought she must be silent when the brave paleface was angry. "VVe will go to the camp where your father is." She -Mowed her head and turned her hbrse, while Bill secured the other horse; so that the Black Foot chief could not find hitn and remount. Buffalo Bill now led the way down the pass, closely followed by Dove Eye, whose eyes watched with admira tion every movement of his manly, graceful '"There is no warrior like him in all the tribes!" she murmured, as she rode on. "Dove. Eye must win his .love." CHAPTER III. THE LIT:rLE SCOUT IN LOVE. When BuffaJit> Bill, leading the captured horse de ;!erted by Yellow Bear, and followed by))ov'e Eye, rode l>ack to where he had left Spotted Tat\, he fo.und. the seated on the ground, near his dead horse: ior 'tlie animal had literally run on until hs life gave out. A gleam of satisfaction brightenea tli'e eyes of Spotted Tail as he saw his daughter free and unharmed; then his eyes looked to the belt of Buffalo Bill for the scalp which the latter had promised. The scout knew why he looked, Jlnd said: "Yellow Bear, crippled by a ball from my rifle, got away. I could not take his 'scalp this time. But I h:we given my word; I never break it. You shall yet have that scalp. There is his horse in place of your own." "Long Rifle is a great brave. He has brought Dove fure back to her father; and Spotted Tail for this will Reep peace between his band and the paleface. When his arm and leg get so he can use them, he will hunt for the scalp of Yellow Bear himself. But now, 'he must be taken back to his own people, for he is no good with these broken bones. It is but a da:y's ride to the lands of the Black Feet, and Yellow Bear will get to his peo ple, and, it may be, come back to try and steal Dove Eye again, and take the scalp of her father." "A day's ride only? Then that smoke means some thing!" said Buffalo Bill, as a white pillar, made by the burning of moss, rose toward the sky away in the northwest. "Yes. Y e1low Bear is speaking to the eyes of his people. Make my broken leg and arm straight be tween pieces of wood, and put me on the horse soon, for if we stay here we will have the Black Feet like hungry wolves upon us. If they come be{ore I am ready, take Dove Eye and go. She must never be taken by Y e1low Bear." "She never will be!" said the beautiful girl, and she knelt down by his side to aid Buffalo Bill to set the broken bones and secure them in the splints. With such skill as men brought up on the plains al most invariably possess, the hunter proceeded to plac.e the broken limbs in proper position, and then with the long, silken scarf which he wore, cut into strips, he bound the splints in place. Dove Eye calmly aided in the Indian nature may be human natqre, but one who has seen how they can endure pain rather doubts it: As soon as the surgical job was over, Buffalo Bill as sisted the Sioux chief up on the horse w:hich Yellow Bear had left, and then the three rode down to the camp. "Why does Long Rifle stop here?" asked Spotted Tail, as Buffalo Bill came to the camp. "Because I have a mate up in the hills who will not come in till night," said Bill. "I can't desert him." "Long Rifle is right to be true to his friend; but the Black Feet will.be on our trail before another sun is up." "Then some of 'em will have a free pass to the Happy Hunting Gr!=lund abovtt," said Buffalo Bill, in his quic:t way. "Let my brother make three smokes, a rifle shot apart, white, like that," said Spotted Tail. "If any hunt ers or warriors of my tribe see them, they will not let their horses rest until they are with their chief. Doeo; Long Rifle know how to make the Wlhite smoke." And the chief pointed to the pillar of smoke in the northwest. "I will make the Sl).lokes, while Dove Eye cooks meat for her father. There is plenty there." The hunter pointed to birds, venJson, and fish, all

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l.! 1"HE BUffALO BILL STOR I ES. hanging to tlranc'l1es near tiTs camp-fire ; and then he tore a large lot of moss from the trees near at hand, mounted his horse, and rode away to make the smoke signal. Soon Spotted Tail saw three white pillars going up in the still air, and he hoped they might be seen by some of his braves. Dove Eye, while the scout was gone on his errand, with the ready tact of a forest-born maiden, stirred up the embers of the camp-fire, and placed meat, fowls, and fish before the coals, on the forked sticks which had been used for that purpose before; then she peeled bark fo:r platters, for she had seen palefaces use plates, and she wished to do all she could to please the brave mail. who hadl rescued her. Buffalo Bill smiled when he saw not only how nicely she had -cooked the meat, but how neatly it was laid upon bark plates, and he said: "Dove Eye knows how to keep a lodge." The girl knew he spoke in compliment. His pleased looks told that. "Will Long Rifle and my father eat?'' she asked. "We will, Dove Eye, and so must you, for you need it as much as we." "Dove Eye will wait till her father and his friend are done; then she will eat." Buffalo Bill knew what Indian customs were too well to try to persuade her against them, and he joined Spotted Tail in a hearty meal. When l_ler father and the hunter had fin i shed, Dove Eye showed that the late perils she had passed through had not lessened her hunger, for she ate heartily. Suddenly the sound of footsteps aroused the attention of Buflialo Bill, who had been looking dreamily into the 'fire, on which Dove Eye had just thrown her dinner plates. The eyes of the scout rested on Dave Estes, who had come suddenly into camp and now stood transfixed with wonder, gazing intently at Dove Eye, who in tum glanced at him, seeming to measure h i m from head to foot. "Glad you' r e back, Dave, for we'll find these hot quarters before long, if we stay I" said B u ffalo Bill. "Where's red angel droppedfrom?" asked Dave, still gazing at Dove Eye. Dave had never seen so hand some an Indian girl as she was. Buffalo Bill l aughed as he answered. "The gitl is Dove Eye, the daughter of the great Sioux war chief, Spotted Tail, who lies there with a broken leg and arm. W e've got to see them back safe to their village." "I'm in for that. But how did she come here? What a beauty she is! Does she understand English?" "As well as you, as you can see b-y the smile on her face. She was stolen away from her father by Yel!ow Bear, a Black Foot chief, and her father broke doW1n. here in the chase. I made a b-argain with him to keep peace and then took the t r ail got within shot of the Black Foot and winged him. By that I got her back safe, and here she is." "Bill, you're a mean cuss! Why didn't you tet me save the gal?" cried Dave. "Why weren't you on hand so as to take my chan-ce? ) You were bent on prospecting, yo u know, and that too!-: you out of the way." "Cuss the luck! I'd rather do her a favor than the best-born lady. She is prettier than any picture I ever saw!" "Dave, you're in Jove." "I know it, Bill, and if she doesn't love me, it shan't be my fault." These latter expressions were uttered in a tone too low for Dove Eye to hear them, for she had turned away from the too ardent gaze of the young scout. Spotted Tail now spoke, addressing Buffalo Bill: "Since friend of Long Rifle has come back, would it n
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THE BUFF J\lO Bill STORIES. Dove Eye followed him, and Dave Estes brought up the rear, at his own wish. 'It was late in the. day when they started, but the horses were rested, and moved on at that pace so natural to the prairie horse-an easy lope. Night was closing in, when Bill came to a sudden halt. He saw, as they rounded a point of thick forest n.ear the river bank, a camp, close ahead---'W'hether of red or white men, he could not tell. CHAPTER IV. SIGNAl, FOR AID. A hundred.lodg-es ranged on either side of a brook, where it ran slowly through a valley, told of the power of Yellow Bear. This was his own village, and the occupants of these }odoges were but a small part of his war like tribe. Prominent among the lodges was the large one in which he dwelt when in the village, and before it, on a tall lance, floated a yellow, cloth, with a bear rudely drawn on it. There were many warriors idling in groups, while women were busy about the camp-fires. A large drove of horses fed in the valley, watched by a party of half-grown boys Suddenly a woman, tall in stature, in a headdress of feathers, with a robe of rich scarlet cloth about her form, came out from the lodge of the chief. She was not a white woman, yet her complexion was very light for an Indian. Her look was commanding, though the freshness of youth had left her. Close behind her came two other women-one, an old, haggard creature, with one eye gone, while the other shone lik e a ball of fire. Her coarse, white hair hung loose. The other, strangest of all, was very young and a white girl, with rich, curling hair, of golden hue, blue eyes, and regular features, dressed in the Indian style, a short skirt of cloth, fringed with fur, leggins and moc casins. Her head was bare,. only she wore the single eagle feather, which. told her to be a chief's daughter, and unmarried. The tall woman stood for a moment outside of the lodge of Yell ow Bear; then she turned to the young girl, and said: "Wanda, the Queen of the Black Feet; w:ll now listen to the dream of Cindah-, the Sunflower. Then she will ride to look for Y.ellow Bear, her chief, and the father of Cindah, the Sunflower." "He is not1 my father! The Spirit of Dreams came to me and told me that the skin of my father was white like my own; that I have a mother as beautiful as the flowers I love.'' '.'The Spirit of Dreams has speaking lies to Cin dah, the Sunflower! No father but Yell ow Bear can claim a smile from her, nor shall any but Wanda call her daughter!" The one-eyed hag muttered something, but neither Wanda nor the girl Ut'lderstood what she said. The blue eyes of theyoung gir\ flashed out a haughty at the queenly-looking woman, as she said: "The Great Spirit will not Ee! The Dream Spirit must true words with a single tongue. I have heard Yell ow Bear say that this is so." "Yellow Bear has said foolish things, and he has dreamed bad dreams. He dreamed that he must go to the land of his enemies, to the hunting grounds of the Sioux, to steal him a new wife. It 'was a bad dream. I told him he would come back as he went, empty-handed. And he will. Were he to bring a st
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THE BUFFJ\LO BILL STORIES. on tlie slie brushed them away with the palm of her hand. The one-eyed hag hobbled out, and glared suspiciously at the girl. "What did the Sunflower come out of the lodge so quickly for?" asked Kincatah. "Because she wanted to. She is as free as the wind that whispers among the trees. She will come and go as her will ."tells her to do." "Not while Wanda and Yellow Bear are away will the Sunflower go out of sight of Kincatah, the One-Eyed!" said the hag. "We will see!" cried Cindah, angrily. She blew a small whistle made from a slender bone of an antelope's leg. The call brought the young warrior who had made the marks on the shield. "Red Plume will saddle his horse and mine. Cindah wants to ride," said the girl. "Saddle a horse, too, for Kincatah !" cried the old hag. ''Let it be one-eyed and lame like herself," said Cin dah, scornfully. Fool! Rain shall fall in a flood from your eyes for this !" screamed the hag. Cindah laughed to see her eye blaze in furious light, while tbe young warrior hurried off to get the horses. CHAPTER V DAVE ESTES' SUSPICIONS. When Buffalo Bill made the sudden halt, seeing a camp-fire so close, he also cocked his gun for instant use, for he was in rifle-shot of the strangers, whoever they were. Dave Estes rode to the front, with his rifle ready, while Dove Eye, now carrying her father's rifle, rode up in a line with them. "White men, and a rough-looking set!" said Bill, a moment later, as about a dozen men sprang up from about the fire, with guns in theil:' hands. "We may as well ride up and take things coolly, for we're in too close range to back out now." So he -rode boldly on, while those in front, calling to a couple of men to look out for the stock, stepped up in front of their camp and waited for the scout and his party to come up. They were not hunters and trappers, though well armed. agents they might have been termed also. They were in number fourteen, and mostly men of middle age, bearded and long-haired. One only had a different look, and he was the leader. His dress was superior to the rest-a kind of velvet coat reached below his hips, while buckskin breeches met high calvary boots, on which he wore a pair of silver Mexican spurs. His pistols were ornamented with silver mountings, and his large hunting-knife was nearly as long as an arti1lery sword. He was young, with long black hair banging in curls about his shoulders, and with a smooth, almost womanly face. Yet his dark, sharp eye, his firm, close-set lips, and his air of command, told, even before he spoke, that he a person of firm and resolute nature, and that he iield the rest under control. "Which way, strangets ?':' he asked, in a bold, authori tative tone. "We are bound east, to the village of .this. wounded chief, said Buffalo Bill, pointing to Spotted Tail. "He holds his headquarters on the Big Horn, if you know where that is." "I only know that it is down on a map I travel by," said the other. "11m new in these parts, though I've been over the plains twice." "I should think you were new, or you'd be careful how you camped in the heart of a hostile Indian country." "Why, you're two whites, and are iiriendly with the Indians, or is the girl held captive by y
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THE BUFFALO BILl STORIES. 7 and. others,'' said Buffalo BilL "It is very easy to be a gendeman when one knows how!' t might your name be?" asked the stranger. "I've 'no reason to conceal it. My father's name was Cody. I've earned the name of Buffalo BilL" The sttctnger started. "Y ott were born in Kansas.....,our father was killed there !"-be said; "Yes--by border ruffians! I've wiped out the debt!'' said Buffalo Bill, grimly. "'' es. .I've heard of you before," said the stranger. ''But I expected to see a different giant in stature and a demon in looh .. Buffalo Bill smiled as he::answered : 'Tm oQl.y harsh when it is forced on me. Since you know my name, what t!l,;g.ht yours "Boyd.-:-wi t:hout any preface," said the other. "I left that when I took of that camp gang over there. You can call me Captain Boyd for the little time we are likely to be "All right, Captain Boy,d. I may as well you that an early start on whatever route you mean to take, and a care to hide your trail, will most likely keep you out of a qasty Indian fight. We expect a band of Black .Feet after us, and should they strike you,r trail, they'd strike hard for your hair as wetl as horses and weapons." : "'Thank you for the warning. Why do you expect they wiil follow you?" .. "Because I rescued the daughter of Spotted Tail, that wounded chid, fr..om Yellow Bear, a leading Black Foot thii!f; this morning. I wounded him, but he got away. As soon as he can rally for he'll come." '-'She is good looking for a squaw," said the young captain, carelessly. "But I'm not fond of women. so I sef-d6rit cast a second :gl
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8 THE BUffi\l.O Bit..L STORIES. knew then that large.band was surrounding the camp of the sleepers. To think and to act were with him one and the same thing. To insure the safety of Dove Eye, Spotted Tail, and Dave Estes, he would ride in an opposite direction from that taken by them, dash through the camp of the sleeping strangers, wake them to resistance, and make good his own escape up the river, or by crossing it. With a wild yell of warning, firing right and left with his revolver, and sending two red men to their last sleeP,, he drove madly through the camp of Captain Boyd. As he he shouted : 1Up and to arms! The reds are all around you!" The next he was aware that another horse was dose behind his, and as he dashed forward over another line of Indians, all now yelling and firing, he turned and saw that the Indian girl, Dove Eye, had fallowed him, and was close by his side. "Ride, girl-ride as you never rode before!" he shouted. At the same instant he saw a 'dark mass of horsemen ditectly in his ft:ont, and by the bristling in the air he knew that the main body of mounted Indians were before him "Turn-turn and follow t'' he cried to Dove Eye, and he wheeled Powder. Face directly to his left into the thick willows which fringed the river bank. Dove Eye turned a:s. quickly as he did, and the two went .crashing through the brush, and in a few seconds bOth horses were in the stream swimming for the other shOe. Meantime a terrible fire from the breech-loading guns of the white party told that they had been aroused in time to make a deadly resistaoce, and the answering yells and rapid shots of the Indians indicated that it was a battle-for life on the one side, for scalps at;1d plunder on the other. The excitement favored Buffalo Bill and the Indian girl in their only plan to get away. Buffalo Bill paused scarce a second after crossing. He only took time to change his needle-gun f.or the Henry rifle, which hung at the back of his saddle, so that he could have more than one shot ready, if pursued, and said, in a low tone, to Dove Eye : "Keep close to me ; I shall keep under cower and fol low the river. If they do not strike the trail of your father and my mate, we will join them below." "1 will follow where Long Rifle leads," said Dove Eye. "Ah, what is that?" cried Buffalo Bill, an instant later, as a wild, peculiar shout, followed by a succession of Indian yells, reached their ears. "Spotted Tail, my father, is a prisoner in the hands of the Black Feet," said Dove Eye, mournfully. "I know his cry," she continued, "and I understand theirs He turned to look for Dove Eye, who could not help following Long Rifle, and he has been captured. He is a big chief. He will die by the fire." "Not if I can help it," said Buffalo Bill, as he checked his horse. "You are but one; You can do nothing," said Dove Eye, sadly. I can't let the Black Feet have things all their own way. Hear 'em yell. They'vt. wiped cut or captured the party of white men, for the firing has ceased. Girl. will you obey my wishes?" "Dove Eve will do all he tellS her to do." Dove Eye, ride while you can, swiftly down the ri-i.er, close under cover of the trees, till you reach the great bend below .. Ride directly toward the first peak, which you will see where the sun rises. Keep on and stop as little as you can till you get tQ Fort Thompson. There you will find a young chief, a paleface, with long hair like mine His name is General Custer. He has warriors and horses, and when he is told that I am in trouble, he will not rest'till be reaches me. Now go, for I shall sta)' to watch the Black Feet, and to trr, to save your father." The lndiari girl hesitated, looked up pleadingly in his face, and said : "Do not tell Dove Eye to go. away from you." "Alone I can hide and watch those demons and see where they go and what they mean to do. Dove Eye could not help me in this. The Black Feet shall not take me. When Dove Eye comes back with the white war riors she will find talking papers in the cam:p we left yes terday, and they will give news to the long-haired geh:eral. Go now, Dove Eye." Dove Eye sighed, but she turned her horse down the river and in a few seconds was out of sight. Buffalo Bill now led his horse into the water in the of the thicket, and, following the stream for several hun dred yards, went up against the current so as to leave no trail. Then at a spot where tlie hard, sbelving rock would receive no impression, he led tlie hotse out, secured him in the thick grass near by, and stood and listened to the noise made on the other bank of the river by the Indians. He soon became satisfied that they ha4 several prison ers in hand and were looking for 'more. He could hear them riding up and down the stream, and he felt sure their search would be keen and enduring when Dove Eye and he were not found. If her trail was taken, nothing but the fleetness of her Iiorse and its endurance could save her, for beyond the great bend she had an open country of at least a half day's ride to cross, where it was al most imPossible to hide, and equally impossible to avoid leaving a trail. As to himself, Buffalo Bill knew his peril, but he had been too often in such scrapes to feel bad about it. CHAPTER VI. R E D l' L U M E 1 S T R K Anger fire shone in the eyes of Cindah. the Sunflower, when the young Indian warrior. Red Plume, was seen bringing not only her horse and his but another animal, noted for spirit and speed, for the use of Kin,. catap, the one-eyed watch keeper over Cindah. "HoW ccied the old w.itch. Sunflower sees how Red Plume obeys her wishes. Look at the horse he brings. It is neither one-eyed nor lame. Cindah may; ride but Kincatah rides with her." Cindah did not answer as Red Plume led the horses up, but her lpoks told him of her displeasure. "Kincatah should her blanket. It will be cole} oti the hills!" said the warrioJ.

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iO q'HE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. swept' on, but her great, black eyes flashed like fire. She wore about her neck a string of blue beads and on her wrists armlets of gold !" The Sioux warriors listen'ed in astonishment while the captive thus described one whom tl,ley knew so ;well. White says she saw Dove Eye last night?" "Yes ; the Angel of Dreams came to her with the pic ture in liis hand. She saw it plain. But Yellow Bear has not come home. There is his vitlage. He claims me as his child. But the Dream Angel says I am not." The Sioux chief rode a little apart with all his warriors, four left to guard Cindah and Red Plume. From time to time they looked upon her while they talked, but in their looks there was respect. After a short time the young chief, evidently a subchief, out on some independent scout, rode back to the side o Cindah, and said : "I am Young Beaver, and the father of Dove Eye is my chief. If his daughter is in : the hands of Yeilow Bear the White Flower and the young Black Foot chief must go with Young Beaver and remain in 'his hands till we meet Spotted Tail, our chief. We will not hurt y9u-but you must go." Cindah allowed the young chief to take the bridle of her horse in his han-d. Red Plume rode next to her, and tnev skirted the hills and rode in the direction Wanda, with her warriors, had taken. The party was too small to in the open v:a!iey ,it might oe discovered by a larger one, and Young Beaver was evidently a cautious warrior. lie rode on swiftly until nig)lt was at hand, and then saw before him a well-watered valley where he could find a good against the trunJc. of the tree, scratched against the bark with its long claws as a it would terrify its Buffalo Bill was contented that it should use lti in that way'. as long .as d1ej.' did not come in c()ntac1' w'iin:' his bark. He could now see plainly the shape of his huge antagonist, and the animal reared up at its full heigl;it on the branch and peered frOm. behind the tree trunk at l3uf-:-falo Bill. It was war rww-:-hut a war. The ey_e against that of the b.east! Buffalo Bill kriew well if his o gla,nce wavered he was 16st. The animal would .leap upon him in a if he but winked or lost the eye.,. charm wit'h which he held it. Thus for minutes the man and the panther stood; then the panther drew back;. very slowly, still its eye on him until an intervening branch btoke the spell. Then with a wild seream the panther leaped off into the braches of anotheF tree, followed by its enb, and Buffalo Bill, drawing a long breath, said: ''Thank Heaven 'Twas about the worst seare of my life." The cry of the as it leaped from tree to tree; was heard farther and farther away, and the hunter, ttow satisfied thar his il was over frOltl. thl:tt sottrce at turned to see what the Indians were doing.

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WE BUff 1\LQ BILL STORIES. 11 He gave but Qne earnest at a scene almost within rifle stiot and thea sai d 'I'll s top that game if I die I" CHAPTER VIII. A D ARING RESCUE. When almost at the start, Spotted Tail missed Dove Eye his side, he halted and would not ride on, though Dave Estes, surmising she had gone with Buffalo Bill declared that the scout would take good care of her. SPotted Tail was obstinate and would not go on without her, and the consequence was tl;lat both were surprised and by the Black Feet. On being brought back to the spot Captam Boyd and his party had camped, Dave was reJ?tced n?t to see either Buffalo Bill or Dove Eye there-netther dtd he see their scalps, though every man of Boyd's party, but the captain, had been killed and scalped. Boyd, Spotted Tail and Dave Estes appeared to be their only prisoners. A big fire was kindled at the camp when these were brought together, and then for the first time Dave Estes knew into whose power he had fallen. A chief, past middle age, talf, and with his righ_t. arm bound in splinters, advanced to where Spotted Tat! and his captive companions stood. "01ief of the Sioux, do you know me?" asked this chief. "Yes," said Spotted Tail l!itterl)'. "I know you. You are Ye14ow Bear, the thief who stole my child, my Dove Eye, away from me in the night like a co'Yard But LongRifle broke the arm that would have slam her, and he has carried her back safe to her people." "It is a lie. She is on the plains yet and my warrior, s will take her trail when the sun comes up, and she shall be brought back to see her father die. Then she shall be the wife of Yellow Bea:-.11 "Never-you hollow-hearted cuss," cried Dave Estes, as careless of life as Spotted Tail himself. "She is safe with the best man that ever scalped a red." "What dog are you, to bark so loud?" said the chid; angrily. "I'm a sworn brother of Buffalo Bill, whose bite is worse than my bark, ,as that arm of ydurs can tell." "Ugh! You are a brother to the paleface who took Dove Eye from me. Good, I will make you eat fire." "Pile in, old cuss. I'm not afeared of fire. I've scalped your sort and J, reckon I can afford to go on rthat." "Who are you?" asked the chief, to Captain Boyd. 111 was captain of the men whom your warriors have killed. I am nothing now but your prisoner." "A friend of Snotted Tail-?!' "No--I never s"aw him before." "What are you doing in tihe hunting grounds o the red men?" "Passing over them from the great watecs where the sun sets to the big sea where it rises. I have not warred on the red man-why has he warred on me and mine? "Because he hates the palefaces. He would sweep lfhem away a s the red fire sweeps the from the p la ins." "They are as many as the leaves on tlie trees. They are rooted like the pines in the tnPUntains." "The red man's hate shall blast them if they are as the leaves on the trees. The fi're of his ange r slhall burn them, if they be rooted like .the pines in the mountains. Yellow Bear hates the palefaces. He has the scalps of many on his lodge poles. He will have more. The young brave may get ready to sing his death song as soon as he gets to the village of Yellow Bear. He shal l go in company with Spotted Tail to the spirit land. This other dog shall die at sunrise." All right, old rooster," said the dauntless scout. "The sooner I'm out of your sight tlhe better for my eyes. There is no love lost between us." Y elfow Bear ordered seveml of his braves to plant a stake in the open plain and to gather dry fagots so as to have all ready for the torture. Meantime he had parties out in search of Buffalo Bill and Dove Eye. The torture post was soon set in the ground, the wood gathered, and just at dawn of day, Dave Estes, who had been tiglhtly bound from the start, was led to the spot. The brave little scout showed no fear, and replied to the taunts and insults of the warriors in bittet scorn, telling them that they were squaws. He boasted of the scalps he had taken and of the dead he had left of their race for the wolves to feed upon. He ahgered them so much that they could hardly restrain themselves from killing him on the spot. Indeed, this was what the gallant young scout desired A sudden snot or blow to take him quickly beyond the power of pain, instead of the wild agony of death by fire. But Yellow Bear had spoken his doom-the braves held back their weapo n s He was bound to the post, and the light of coming day grew stronger and st r onger. The sun would rise an d the torture would begin Spotted Tail looked w ith pride in the face of the young hero, while tears of pity fell fron1 the eyes of CaptaiiL Boyd. Dave paid no heed to either of these; he was thinking and hoping that Dove Eye and Buffalo Bill were !:>eyond the reach of those who were about to sacrifice him. The warriors now formed a about the post and began the dance of torture and the song of triumph. One brave stood near the post, with a brand in his hand, and as the others circled around him he shook it be fore the face of the doomed captive. Brighter and brighter came the light, the red reflection from the sun so nearly up. Yellow Bear now came into the circle. His face ex pressed his hate, and in a tone of bitterness he said: "The dog who is a brother to Long Rifle is about to roast in the fire which the Black Feet will kindle." "I'll burn clear and go up like thE;, surt, bright and shining," cried the scout. "Burn away-burn away, and don't spend a year in talking about it." "The Father of Light is rising,'' said the citie! s t ernly. "Let the fire drink the blood of the paleface do ;; .'' 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I 12 THE BUff J\LO BILL the ring of yelling demons, and before a second elapsed Dave Estes was free and upon his own hOTse. It was Buffalo Bill who was by his side, and as he handed Dave one revolver, he used the other in the line of red men, and as both men rode s wiftly away over the plain they left dead warriors in their trail, the rest, like Yellow Bear, utterly astounded, did not think of firing until botih were beyond shot. Away sped Buffalo B1U on the matchless Powder Face, while Dave Estes, on his own favorite Black Hawk, rode close on his heels, with his good Spencer rifle once more ready for woTk, for it had not been taken from his saddle, and when Buffalo Bill, crossing the river, came upon the horses fastened in the edge of the gTove, he saw and se cured the steed o Dave to aid in his bold attempt to save him. 1 "Let us take down the river-it is our best chance," cried Dave to Buffalo Bill, as they ?Wept beyond rifle shot of the Black Feet. the coolest head and steadiest nerve ot an)' man on the plains." "That will do for you to say, Dave. But come want to fi' nd cover." Coming to a: country with here and there a tlump of' rocks, they looked for cover, and soon found it. Behind a clump of rocks and sage brusli t'hey dis.:. mounted, lettingtheir horses nibble at some bunch. grass. When they came within very long range there was but tew of the mounted warriors, and these came as if their ho!:"ses were tired out. "! wish there were twenty now, when we h.av-e such good cover," said Dave, as they drew nearer and nearer. "I am not greedy," said Buffalo Bill, with one o his quiet smiles. "We will have more ammunition left for the next tussle." The warr-iors were now in easy range, bttt the two SC9!,lts, sure of them when they chose to open fire, were in ft:o hurry: They waited to see if any more would heave in sighf. "Not for the world, Dave," cried our hero. "Any When the first of these was within sixty or seventy route but that. Dove. Eye has gone that way to get Cus yards and the hindtr'JOst not more than three hundred, ter and his men to come to our help. Our horses are Buffalo Bill .quietly asked Dave if he was ready. good-we can lead all day and pick off the nearest at "Yes-whlch one shall l said Dave. t long range. We will hear off to the northwest, and take the nearest artd I'll dTop the laziest of t!he they'll follow us, and none will take her trail." lot, the fellow in the raar. That'll bring the rest to a "Agreed, Bill-agreed. I thought my time had come standstill, and end the job." when that blackmuzzled cuss bent down to set fire to the "All right., Bill. Say' the word, for t've got my level." timber stacked around me." "Fire as you hear the dick of my gun,'' said scout. 1You were in close quarters, and if I hadn't dropped The ne:>tt instant both rifles sent their unerring bul!ets him so sudden and charged yelling, I doubt if I coulcl fortih and the two Indians singled out went from their have got you off with a whole skin. We have had better horses at the same instant. The rest, as the brave scouts luck tban I expected." expecttd, ; halted, but it was too late for their sa.fety. They were riding at the topmost speed of thdr horses, Shot after shot, as quick as lightning, flew from the in a directly contrary direction from that taken by Dove ready rifles, and the pursuit was ended. Eye, and as Buffalo Bill looked back he saw the whole War.riors lay dead upon the ground and tired horses band of Black Feet in pursuit. turned away to rest and graze, free from their cruel They had a long start, and though they slackened riders' la!h. t'heir speed so as not to tire their horses, they kept far in Now, Dave, we may as well look for meat for supa vance. per, and then for a pl;tce to camp up toward the hills. I Bdore they had ridden a dozen miles they were obliged 1 don't believe we'll be troubled much more, if at all, to to change their course, for the quick eye of Buffalo Bill day, and we'll hide our trail when we get water." detected a. fresh body of mounted men, whom he sup:'That is so, P_ard--and there is an antelope in _reach," posed to be Black Feet coming to join their chief. Dave, a hall the heart of the arut:nal as This alteration, of course, took him from the direct tt stood for an mstant. on a line to the hills, hoping then in the night time to hide his He rode over, and m a a hmd quarter, all trail and elude pursuit. he cared to was to 1 hts saddle, then On rode the scouts, their horses yet fresh and strong, Dave turned wtth Buffalo B.t!l1:oward tl_te and as they left mile after mile behind, the more scat 'Yere determJ.ne
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. T H E BUFFALO BILL. STORIES. 'f3 1ie3.c1ed U1is party, ana who had remained there to rest while only her best mounted warriors had gone on with Yellow Bear, who had met her in this valley. Wanda looked angrily at Cindah, and asked how it was that she had captured with Red Cindah, ever fearful of the wrath of this fierce woman, answered that she had ridden a little way from the vil lal'e and was in of it, when these Sioux rode sud denly up and sun:ounded her. Red Plume had made a brave resistance. "Where was Kincatah, the One-Eyed?" asked Wanda. "She rode with us, but she would have a high-spir.ited horse, and it ran away with h'er," said Cindah, who could hardly restrain laughing as she remembered the way the old hag went flying out of sight. "She was a fool. If her neck is broken it will be small loss,'' said Wanda, angrily. "Yellow. Bear carne to me empty-harided, as I said he would, and with an arm broken. He now seeks revenge. But he will have no success. But I will give him these prisoners for the torture stake." With a huge tree at her back, she sat and gued into the fire, while near her Cindah reclined on tihe grass. Red Plume st90<1 with his eyes fixed upon the moon in the clear sky, though at times he dropped a furtive glance up6n the face of Cindah, as the fi're)ight fell upon her. At last Wanda closed her eyes, and her heavy breath inc told she slept. Cindah drew from her bosom the roll of bark which she had taken from the hollow tl'ee, and with a pleased look she read it over. Suddenly she started, and a cry nearly broke from her tips, for another roll, almoat like the first, dropped di rectly in ber lap. dndah looked quickly around to see if any one had noticed this, but the only one near who appeared to be awake was Red Ph.nne, and he was standing with his head turned, as if he was listening to some sound. Cindah looked eagerly all around her, up into the trees,' and in every direction. She unrolled the bark, and, evidently written, in haste, w.ith a piece of charcoal, were these W()rds: "He who l<>ves the Sunflower is near her now. She may sleep in peace, for he will watch over her safety. Dreams will hover about her and give her -bright visiOns." "Near me now?' she murmured. "Wbere can 'lie be? And who? In what shape can I see him? A spirit can not wr.ite and leave these signs. Oh, that I might see him I" A sigh reached her ears. From whence she knew not. But s'he knew she heard: it. She looked up into the shadowy trees, she looked on the sleeping forms about her, at Red Plume standing silent and immovable as a statue. It could not be he. He could not wr.ite or use the language found in her letters. ''I will try to sleep. Maybe the Spirit of Dreams will help nm," she murmured; "and I will ask the Spirit to s how him to me, so I may remember him if he cotnes before my waking eyes." Then she lay down on a blanlcet which Red Plume had spread for her, and soon she slept. CHAPTER X. 'A PAI,l':FACE REC O GNIZED Before day dawned Wanda, the Black Feet queen, fiad her warriors astir, for the distant sound .of guns had reached her ears, and she knew that Yellow Bear had met enemies. At the first gleam of light sufficient to show a trail, she moved on at the head of her band, bidding Red Plume attend Cindah, the Sunflower, who rode farther back in the line. A special guard was placed over the Sioux prisoners; whom Wanda designed as a surprise to Yellow: Bear. "Did Cindah, the Sunflower, see the blessed Spirit of Dreams last ?" asked Red !>Iume. "Yes,'' said the girl. "Is it right that Red should hear wtiat the Drfanl Spirit told her?" ."The Dream Spirit came to me as a young paleface, dark eyes and long, flowing hair as black as night ttself. He held a roll of white bark in his band, and on it was written: 'I love Cindah, the White Rose of the Prairie.' "A paleface ? ls Oindah sure tliat h:is t\cf! was white?'' asked Red Plume, wit:h a sad, took. "Yes ; he was young, and his voice was low, like that of the ringdove." "The Dream Spirit is a lieJ" murmured the young brave, in a tone too low for her to understand what he said. But she saw that his face looked d-ark and troubled, and she said: "' "ls not Red Plume, the friend Qf Cinda.h, as well?" '' "Yes. But a cloud is on his spirit. He, too, has had a dream." "Will not Red Plume tell his dream to Cindah ?'' The young warrior was about to reply, when there was a sudden commotion in the line and Wanda put the whole column forward at its greatest speed. The band, under Yellow Bear, were seen scat tered over the plains as iJ in flight, and the daring queen, thinking that the chief had beetl attacked by superior numbers, hur"ried on to his assistance. Red Plume and Cindah had no further chance to speak. Then Wanda met Yellow Bear, who 'had remained with a chosen band of warr.iors while the rest of his braves had dashed away in pursuit of the two scouts. Yellow Bear had hts two prisoners with him. When Wanda rode up and nret her chief, she at Spotted Tail and at the captive, Boyd, and asked : "Are these all the prisoners Yell ow Bear has taken?" "' All," said the chief; "Yet the belts of his warriors bear the scalps of many palefaces." "Where is Dove Eye?" asked the queen. "She is oot here? Dove Eye, and Long Rifle, and another paleface are yet on the plains. But my warriors are on their trail. They will be mine before the sun goes down.'' A smile of derision passed over her face, and Wanda was about to speak, when a c1y from the lips of Cindah attracted the attention of all. \ i I : j I I'

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THE BUffALO BILL STORIES. "Wno-wiflo is iliis'?'' slie cried, as she rode up to Cap tain Boyd and looked earnestly in his face, "A paleface doomed to the torture-stake," said Yellow Bear, sternly. "No, no, he must not die! He is the Dream Spirit whom I saw last night!" she cried.. J Had she seen the black, bitter look of hatred cast on that young, fair face by Red Plume, Cindah would have trembled. is a child. She dreams too much. Why is she not at home in the village of Yellow Bear?" asked the chief. "She and Red Plume were captured in sight of your lodge by the Sioux. Wanda rescued them, and she holds Sioux captives as a present 'for her chief," said the queen. At a signal from the woman the prisoners were brought into the'presence of Yellow Bear. Spotted Tail recognized Young Beaver, and asked him wlly he had let a woman become his captor. "Because Young Beaver was blind and fell into a trap," said the young chief, bitterly. "The Great Spirit has willed that he should die with his chief." "The will of the Great Spirit shall be done ; and it is not for us to weep over it," said Spotted Tail, calmly. "We can teach the Black Feet how Sioux warriors can die." Yellow Bear now ordered the column to move to a camping-ground, where he would wait for his warriors, who were out in pursuit of the fugitives. Seeing that Cindah looked with strange longing on the face of the young captain, whom she persil;ted in calling the "Dream Spjrit," he bade Wanda to keep her close under her own eye and apart from all b).lt Red Plume. At noon the entire party was in camp on the banks of the river. Here Yellow Bear waited for his scattered warriors to sending UP" smoke after smoke to show where he was. Spotted Tail looked grimly on 'while these smokes ascended, for he knew they would serve as signals to rally his warriors, too. lf Dove Eye .had escaped, she would carry the news of his capture to those who. would rescue him or perish in the trial. CHAPTER XI. THE PURSUIT OF DOVt t\'t. Wboen Dove Eye rode awa.y ftrom Buffalo Bill, to whom unasked she had giveD her heart, she did not dread her peril. '\Vq1en she that the scout's safety would depend entirely on hu success in carrying help to him and whi!nt1 he was determined to rescue-her father art4 th Little Brave-she nerved herself to hasten to carry out his wishes. While darkness shielded her, keeping dose under cover of the trees lining the bank of the river, she rode as swiftly as her horse would go. She rode thus for miles before she came to the great bend in the stream, of which Buffalo Bill bad spoken. It was not yet daylight when she reached this spot, and she hastened to cross before the.,.light should. enQl>le any one to discover her., She crossed safely, and while the rosy light of the coming day allowed the peaks, of which the scout had spoken, to stand out boldly to her sight as a guide, she also felt that her danger was just beginning. Heading directly for the distant peak, brave girl gave her horse his -rein, for she knew that every mile gained at this point would be the most important of all. She rode for an hour before she dared to look back, and then it was on the crest of a knoll, that she glanced over her shoulder to see if she was pursued. One eager look, and she knew that men were on her track. They were very far. in the rear, but she could make out horsemen scattered along the plain. She let her noble steed r:est for a few minutes, for she knew that a long, cruel race was begun. On over a treeless pl-ain-on the brave girl rode, pausing not until a small lake came in sigl)t. Here for ,fully ten minutes she to let her horse drink from the cool water and lave his tired limbs. Her pursuers gained while she thus halted, until she could count them easily. Only six were now in sight, but these seemed well mounted. With her horse rested and refreshed, she again started forward; the wisdom of her act became at once apparent. Her horse had gained renewed vigor and her pursuers were almost out of sight. Now, with all the cool thought and courage that would have done credit to a warrior, she gave her horse its will. .She would reach the range of her own people, or the fort where the white soldiers lived; and then, if her pur suers still followed her trail, their scalps should hang herbelt. Once in a long while she looked back, and she became a:ware that her pursuers yet followed, though they, too, must have halted at the lake to refresh their animals. But she still dashed forward, now urging her horse to do its best on a level stretch, then letting it breathe as it came to an ascent, confident that by management she could keep going until night, with its friendly shadows, would help her elude those who so persistently followed. 'Ad: last Dove Eye felt that her horse was weakening. When he reached an ascent, and she allowed him to sl:tcken his speed for rest, she could feel his limbs trembling even while he walked. And yet lier pursuers, six still in number, were in sight and closer than they had been from the start. She lashed her horse now to its last efforts; far ahead she saw trees, and if she could gain the forest she might elude those who were in chase. Her pursuers, near enough to see her almost frantic exertions, now seemed as determined to prevent her success. Their shrill yeHs reached her ears, and though she knew no fear of death, her heart was maddened at the thought of failure. Her noble horse seemed to feel all that she felt. It leaped madly on, even though every leap seemed but a staggering bound which would be its last. On-only a mile more and she 'fOUld be under cover qf. the Her horse, though black as jet in its native htie, was now white with foaming sweat. A few hundred more1 and the girl would reac.h tho 1iorest...shades.

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. THE BUFF:\LO BJL L STORIES. 15 While in reacn of the aeadly rifle shot, the brave horse made one fearful leap and fell-a ball had reached its vitals. YeU after yell of triurrtptl broke from the pursuers' fiendish lipsJ The heroic girl was on her feet as her horse fell head long, and, with her father's rifle in her hand, she turned to fa<::e: her foes. CHAPTER XII. 'l'IiJ; SCOUTS SltPARA'l'J;. When Buffalo Bill and Dave Estes reached the hills which overlooked Wind River Valley, leaving no trail for some miles, because they rode up in the bed of a small stream, they had a fair chance to insped the country below. Through a powerful field-glass Buffalo Bill could dis tinctly make out the encampment of Yellow Bear, and see that he intended to remain there at least over night, for his hupters were seen killing and dressing game in the vicinity of the camp. "1 do believe the old cuss thinks his braves will find us and take us or our scalps," said Dave. "He wquldn't wait if it .wasn't for that, when he must know the Sioux will rally to rescue their chief." "He is waiting as much for J)tlve Eye as for us," said the older scout. "He has been smitten by her beauty, and it is hard for him to lose her. I hope she has got off I: shaH not feel easy till I know she has.. If she is taptured, f!J,rewell to anv hope for Spotted Tatl. Yel low Beat would burn him before the Sioux could strike a blow to save biin." :!HQW are we to find out whether she has got through alf rigb.t or "We will know, if we see .the coming, quick etioi.tgq. I dqul;t whether : knows the If she has been dlased out of the of peaks whtch mark Fort Thompson, she'll never find Custer. I feel very une;ts,: a.b6uUt:' S6. dO 1," said Dave. enough to go and Jook .for her trail and to foJlo,v tt up?" asked Bill, in a tone, but with an earnest lOok in his eyes. "And leave you here alone in t'he hills?" "l'm better able to take care of myself alone than she is/' said Buffalo Bill. 'true as preacl!.in'. But how can I find her trail'r ''Easy, if she crossed the river at the Great Bend and steered due east for Brown. 's Peak. as I tQ].d her to. There is a good mark to find it bv. Her horse, I notfced when 1 rescued her from Yell ow Bear, was shod beforeit had been shod behind, but the shoes were off." "An Indian horse shod?'" "The Indian horse, I reckon, had been stolen from some emigrant train, for I saw a white man's brand on the ha-unch.'' "That accounts for the shoes, then. But what will you do if I gx} try to take her trail?" "Wait hereabouts, and. them down there. If they move-I'll move, and if I see a rocket at night, or thr-ee qitkk t>lack smokes in the day. I'll know where you are and answer you/' "Bill, I've half a: mind to go "Go-Dave-go, and I'll feel the easier for it." "You'll not run any extra risk and lose your hair?" "Dave, how often must I tell you that I've done running :any risks I can help!" ''Done running risks! That's rich !-when you faced a hundred deaths to get me clear this morning I" "Well, Dave, my boy, I couldn't help it, for I know you would have done that for me." ''Yes, I would, Bill!" said Dave, earnestly. "I never could go and face your wife, if I had left your bones on the plains I" ''I hope you'll have no occasion to, Dave. But, come, while your horse is filling up on bunch grass, we may as well have some 6f that antelope over the fire. You'll need all your strength to-night and to-morrow. You get far out of sigqt of any of the red scouts before day." ;;That's so, if it is decided that I go." "Of course it is." Dave said no more, but at once went to slicing up some antelope steaks, whjle Buffalo Bill made a fire in a little out of small dry sticks, which blazed up strong and hot, without emitting any smoke. In a little while the scouts had a goad, hearty meal ready, and they enjoyed it. Meantime, the horses luxuriated on the tender grass which skirted the stream. After eating, the two men looked very carefully to their arms, inspetted the amount of ammunition on hand, and planded sigi:tal triarks, which Buffalo Bill would leave, if the Inrlians changed base and he had to follow them. The moment night set in, Dave Estes mounted his horse, arid, shaking Buffalo Bill's hand warmly, rode away', his course by the e'lening .star. Buffalo B1ll was now alone. For a ttme he stood Wtth folded arms, listening to the sound made by the horse of Dave Estes as the latter rode down by the brook; wherr that sound died away, he looked clown at the twinkling lights made b}" the Indian "I've a good mind to them an. a.lmighty scare be tween now and daylight!" -he muttered to himself. Then, pn second thought, he added : "It is better not: It might make Yellow Bear hurry up to get rid of Spo t ted Tail and that youttgsh! r Bovd.'' Powder Face now left the grass and came up 'Yhere Bill was standing. "How is' it, old nag? All safe around here?" asked the scout, as if the horse could really understand the ques tion. The animal l;iy down dose td where he stood. "Tired and sleepy, and all is safe!" said his master, patting the faithful horse, and then he unrolled the blanket froin the rear of the saddle, and, wrapping him self in it1 he lay down with his head upon the side of the horse, knowing that, being as sensitive to sound as the best wat\=h-dqg, the animal \\'quid start at the slightest alattn, and arouse him should his be heavy. CHAPTER XIII.' THE TIGF;R OF THE COMANCHF;S. Never more :fiercely did a tigress turn at bay than did Dove Eye, when, her faithful horse shot down, she found her hope of escape cut off.

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(6 THE BUFF 1\LO BILL STORIES. in ller hand, she stood a while six Black Foot fiends came yelling on ; then she shot the foremost dead, with a ball sent fairly through his heart. The. girl had no time to reload the rifle, for the other five came charging on; but the horse of the warrior whom she had killed, now lightened of his weight, gained on the others, and, as it neared her, she caught the loose and flying rein, and in an instant more had bounded to its back. B)lt the animal swerved as it approached her faithful steed, and a ball from one of the pursuing braves struck it in t.1J.e side, and a second time the noble girl was unhorsed. Clubbing the empty rifle, she turned to battle to the last without a thought of surrender, .and the Black Feet were close upon her, when out from among the forest trees came the pealing yells of other Indians; and while the Black Feet drew in their hor!;es close in front of her, a cloud of arrows hurled through the air on either side, aQd the astonished girl saw the Black Feet melt down in the agonies of death. She knew at a glance that those were not Sioux war w.ho rode out to scalp her enemies, whorn they had just slain. The bright serapes, the long bows and longer lances, told her that they were either Comanches from the far south on one of their far-extended forays, or else the Apaches. A score of painted, yelling fiends dashed forward and tore the scalps from the heads of the slain, while as many more surrounded her, asking questions in a tongi.te she could not understand. faced them all fearlessly, for her heart was strong to it!; bravest tension; and when one, a large and hideous wretch, laid his hand upon her shoulder, she hurled him back with an indignant action which brought cries of applause from the rest; while it so angered him that he drew a knife from its belt and raised it to strike. At the same instant a young warrior, with a plume on fils head, caught the arm of the savage, and, wrenching his knife from him, threw it far out on the plain. "Do you speak in the tongue of the palefaces of the North?" asked the young chief. "I .do," she answered. "WhO are you, and of what tribe?'' he asked. "I am Dove Eye, the daughter of Spotted Tail, the chief of the Big Horn Sioux." "The Rose of the tribe. Klamat, the Tiger of the Comanches, heard of you." "Are you Klamat ?" she asked. "That is my name/' he answered, drawing up his tall form proudly. "Then you are a great brave. You will not make war on a woman?" "No. Dove Eye is very beautiful-more beautiful than any -maiden in the land of the Comanches. Klamat will make her his wife." "No. It cannot be. Dove Eye has given her heart to another." "Dove Eye will change her mind," said the calmly. "He will ask her to hurry. He will give her time to think." "Dove Eye has .something else to think of. Her 'father is a prisoner in the hands of the cruel Black Feet. Dove Eye escaped from them this morning, and was on ,her way to get help to rescue him." "Yes, Klamat saw the deed of Dove Eye. And he saia, 'Now have mine eyes looked upon a woman fit to be the wife of a great chief.' "Dove Eye cares not for life, if her father pe11ishes." "Where are they now?" "In the great gap of the big mountain." "Klamat will go there, and he will take Spotted Tail out of the hands of his enemies. Then he will bring her father to Dove Eye, and he will say I have done a good deed for you-;-then Dove EY.e will be my wife." Dove Eye made no answer. Klamat interpreted het silence in his favor, and he said: "An hour's ride from here, in the timber, we have a camp made strong as the palefaces make theirs. To that camp Dove Eye will be taken. Klamat will take all hiis warriors and find the Black Feet, and bring Spotted Tail away from them." She could not ask for any favor. She asked that she might ride back with him, for she. thought if she could do no more, she might rejoin Buffalo Bill. Klamat said: '"No. The Comanches will ride fast. Dove Eye is ready tired. She looks like a flower that wilts and is ready .to perish. She must go to the camp of Klamat." She bowed her head, and when a horse was brought for her to ride, she mounted it. Handing Klamat the rifle of her father, she said: "If the Comanche chie sees Spotted 'tail, tell him there is his rifle. Dove Eye killed one enemy while she car ried it." CHAPTER XIV. ttHAL'l'! WHO COMES THJ;;RJ;; ?'1 It was a strange night. There were no storm-omens, every little while a mass of broken clouds would pitch up from the west and come rolling far up in the sky, as if driven by a gale; though down where Buffalo Bill lay there was no wind, and far down in the valley he could see that the fires burned steady. Buffalo Bill, tired as he was, lay a long time thinking about Dave and Dove Eye, but at last he fell asleep. He was wakened by the uneasy action of Powder Face. The animal indicated that it had heard suspicious sounds, and Buffalo Bill felt confident that the danger; whatever jt was, was very near. The animal did not make the slightest motion, but Jay still. Then Buffalo Bill heard sounds-very light, but dis-: tinct. It was pl ainly the sound of one or more persons coming up .the hill among the tangled patches of sagebrush. Neither horse nor man moved, for Buffalo Bill thought that the Indians were thus scouting the hills on foot to find him. Nearer and nearer the scout heard them come. He cocked his rifle, for he believed he would have to use it. "Hark!" said some one in good English. "That was a strange noise

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THE BUFf f\LO BILL STORIES. '!:7 "A sticfC brol(e !'' said another voice, low and softplainl y the voice of a woman. "It cannot be Qave with Dove Eye-surely!" said the scout, mcrttally Whoev e r it wa$, they remained s i lent, evidently listening fo r a minu te or more. Then they moved on, and in another minute would be fairly upon him, when the scout, in a low, stern tone, cried out: 1 "Halt! who comes there?" "Friend to an y one not leagued with the savages." "Ah, is it you, Captain Boyd? Advance," said Buffalo Bill, in his natural voice. "Who is with you?" "An angel, I believe; one who has been a saving angel to me, for she cut the thong that bound me about two hours ago, and led 111e out from among those who meant to roast me alive. She is white and beatttiful, though Yellqw Bear claims her as his daughter." "I have heard of a beautiful white girl among the Black Feet, known as the Sunflower," said Buffalo Bill. "She is supposed to have been stolen from the settlement when : young, and raised by them." "I am Cindah, the Sunflower," said the soft voice of the young girl, who now approached the spot where Buf falo Bill stood-he and Powder Face having both risen. "Well, I am glad you are out of bad hands and in such good company, Captain Boyd," said the scout. "But there'll be a fuss down there when they know you have got away." "Hark! They know it now," said Cindah, anxiously. "We must not stop. Yellow Bear will hunt us as the gray wolf hunts the wounded deer." Fierce yells could be heard far down the valley. "When daylight comes they'll follow you easily. We have a few hours to get a start, and we must play cun ning. Both of you walk up the brocik, then enter the stream and come down a little way in the water, then out on .the other side and down to where I am." Captain Boyd and Cindah obeyed without hesitation, and when they were once more by the side of Buffalo Bill they had gone nearly a quarter of a mile in distance. "Now follow me; don't step out of the water after you enter it," said the scout. And Powder Face, he started toward tbe plains. Going ahead of the horse, and followed by Boyd and Cindah, the scout went directly up the brook in the swift current. Whenever they paused they could hear the noise of the e x cited Black Feet on the search far below. As they ascended the stream the gorge through which it came narrowed, and the banks rose high on either side, and it became very difficult to proceed. At last the glimmer of coming day began to show. A waterfall, which Powder Face could not pass, tumbled down from a lofty ledga. "It seems to me as if we were in a trap," said Captain Boyd. "We are, if our trail is discovered," said Bill. ".But we are in a splendid place for defense. \Ve must wait, and see h o w things look by daylight '"We will not have to wait long," said Boyd. In a short time sufficient light came to the scout to see on his right a great chasm in the cliff where the wat e r at some high flood had swept out huge portions oi rock. "We've a good res-ting-place it\ there," said Buffalo Bill. A better hiding-place could not be chosen." He at once led Powder Face i nto this great hall, and, tearing some grass from the roots in the water's edge, he threw it down for the animal to eat. He now had time to take a fair look at Cindah, the Sunflower. "Girl, you are beautiful!" he exclaimed, in astonish as his eyes wandered over her lovely face and form. "Oh, if the Dream Spirit will but think so!" she mur mured, looking at Captain Boyd. "What does she mean by the Dream Spirit?" asked Buffalo Bill. "That appears to be the name she has given me!" said Boyd. "You are he who came to me in mv dream; he to whom I have giyen my heart," cried Cindah. "You are he whom I have led away from death, that you may be mine," attd the lovely creature threw her arm about the captain's neck. ,. He seemed as much embarrassed as a schoolbpy get ting hugged before all the s<;hool, but she did not notice it. "A pretty clear case of love at first sight," murmured Buffalo Bill, "and, as it stands, rather useful, since it has gotten its object out of rather a tight place. "If you and the Sunflower will remain here quiet and look out for Fowder Face," he added, "I will go up above and reconnoitre. "I will.leave both my needle-gun and rifle!" said the scout. "They will only be in my way in climbing." "I will take care of the weapons, and use them if neces sary," said Boyd. CHAPTER XV. 'l'Hlt COMANCHI<:S' CAPTIVI':. When Dave Estes left Buffalo Bill he kept down the stream until he reached tbe plain. Then, knowing that this was the line the scout had told Dove Eye to follow, Dave rode for the peak at a fair speed. When day dawned Dave had left the timber o.n Wind River out of sight. He rode on but for a long time found no tracks. But at last he found some quite fresh. The horses were un shod and they wer e in column, heading to the west. "She must have met some of her tribe and returned," he said, as he examined the carefully. Dave went on a and found a place where the column had and, in a sandy spot, he found other tracks. These were of the horses going east, and one track was plainly that of a horse shod as Buffalo Bill had fold him the horse Dove E y e rode was shod. "I'll never leave this track till I find the girl or horse I" said Dave. Nearer and nearer he came to the timber ahe;1d. The day was well advanced when Dave saw several dark objects ahead of him. He halted, took out his glass, and soon made out that men and horses, deal}. were scattered 'here and

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THE BUffALO BILL STORIES. "Indians, if alive, lie about loose like that," he muttered. "There has been a fight!" He spurred his horse tofull speed, and in five minutes he was on the late battle-ground. He recognized the slain and scalped Indians to be Black Feet. He saw at once, by the peculiar arrows with which th(y had been killed, that it was the work of Comanches. But he came to the two dead horses, killed by rifle balls, and one of these the shod horse of Dove Eye, he was puzzled again. The Black Feet had nearly overtaken Dove Eye, he reasoned, and ihe had -shot one with her father's rifle, for Bill had told him she carried it. in turn had shot her horse, and then the CQmanches had charged from the woods and killed them. He found where -a body, probably fifty or sixty !Tif)Unted warriel)rs, had ndden off to the west, Crossing the trail of Dove Eye and her pursuers, and heading for Wind Rivn Gap. Lund a trail, with only. a few berses, leading into the forest. Tak;ing this, he soon came to proof that Dove Eye was with this party. He did not lik-e to leave his horse, but when he came to a stream, he concluded he could reconnoitre best on so he led the horse to a thicket out of sight of the trait and left him. "I smell smoke I" he muttered. "There is a camp-fire close at hand." CHAPTER XVI. RING-DOV!t NOTES. The moment that he smelled the smoke Dave Estes left the trail tha.t he followed. Springing lightly over a low clump of bushes, he crouched down and listened. Soon he heard a trampling of hoofs, which satisfie.d him that he was near a corral. With form bent down, he crept cautiously on. He had not gone a hundred yards before he found feeding, without any visible g1-ta.rd, about thirty fine ponies---better stock than he had ever seen used by the Northern Indians. While he gazed at them, and thought how easily he could stampede the herd, something like the sound of an ax .came to his ears. As the grassy spot was surrounded by dense timber, he could not see beyond it, but he concluded to creep around to the left without disturbing the animals, and' see what coi.tld discover. It took him some time to get around, for the timser was dense and full of undel"brush. around, he passed through the thicket, unti'l he became convinced by the sounds that he w.as close upon :an encampment. Concealing his rifle carefully, he ascended a tree. He had only ascended about -half way when he looked down directly into a small stockade, capable of holding about a hundred men. It was built *hite man fashion, with posts set clos.e to gether in the ground, and a narrow gateway through which but one could enter at a time. A few .loopholes comw.anded .the trail whih led -to it. Some Indian warriors, of whom there were fifteen or twenty inside the stockade, werebuilding a little in the corner, evidently for tne use of one on whom Dave's eyes rested with anxiety. Tha-t one was Dove Eye, who, seated on a pile of btd falo Tobes, seemed to take her position quite coolly, hasn't been abused-that is one comfort," Dave, as he looked at her. "But she mustn't stay there to risk it." He now looked at an the surroundings, and began to plan out future work. He had no doubt that when it was finished she would be isolated in the shed from the Indians. Dave looked at the pickets in that corner. They were as thick as his thig-h, and it woulf\ be impossible to cut through them. But where the roil was thrown up -the young scout could see that it was of a loose, sandy nature. He might at night dig' tfnder it with his knife and hands, and thus approach her, if she could only be made aware of hii. presence. He was screened among the leaves, and with a thick background, so he felt quite secure there perched up in the branches, within actual pistol.shot of the Comanche$ and their captive. He was so near that the scent of some buffalo meat roosting befot"e the fire affected him most unpleasantly, for Dave was hungry. But to attract her notice must be his first thought. Dave now tried the coo of the ring..dove. Dove Eye started at the sqund, listened attentively, and then looked np into the trees. The bird was her favorite. Dave watched the Indians dosely, and he saw none of them look-ed up 'from their work'; he repeated and gently shook a. branch which extended toward the stockade. Dove Eye saw the move, and her eyes became at once riveted on the tree. Now Dave crept farther along, until he was sure oould see his face and form, and he took the red bandana. which he had worn loose abqut his neck, and held up. Her for:m was motionless, but the fixed eyes o the girl tpld him was seen, was recognized. Quickly he bent his head down on the palm ot his hand, then put his hand over his eyes, signifying as wen as he could that it was time to sleep help her. She by bending her head forward into the palms o( her hands as if asleep. Dave nod4ed, and t4en he drew back, to and He. now looked around him at every point, so as to familiarize himself with everv bit of ground over which he must pas,_s in approachlpg the st(X;kade,. and Jn getting away from tt, if he sui;cec=qed in releasing Dove The Indjans had now over the little cabin. The head brave examined the work, and approached Dove Eye, and hy signs gave her to understand that she was to lodge there, thus proving to Dave that she did not understand their 1-anguaRe. pointed to the meat, roasting by the fire, and to her mouth, then reclined her head upon -het hand ano closed her eyes. She eat her supper and then go into tbe tO The Comanches assented. and one of them cut sev-

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THE BUffALO BILL STORIES. eral slices of the roast meat from the piece before the fire, ar.<;l gave it to her. Dove Eye reached out her hand for his knife to use in cuttin'g it, and the brave handed it to her wi-thout hesita tion. Dave watched her as she ate slowly; he saw that she did not give the brave his knife again. "Sharp-sharp as a new jack-knife in everything!" muttered Dave, full o admiration. Night was not far off, and Dave got cautiously down from the tree. He could hear the Indians as some went out to look after the ponies, go and return. He crept closer to the corner "M1ere Dove Eye lay in her cabin, and gave out the quick, sharp chirp ef the cricket. It was answered in a moment. His heart beat fast. He was now wjthin an arm's length of the Indian maiden, and only the pickets koept them apart. With excessive caution, he began to dig a tunael under the pickets. When he paused to listeQ, he became satisfied that Dove Eye was doing the same thing from the inside. Dave saw, to his great uneasiness, that a guard was s:et, and that several times he approached the little lodge !Where Dove Eye lay, to listen. Dove Eye seemed to be fully aware of this, for at such times she snored like a low-pressure steamboat, much to. the amusement of the scout, though he feared her absence would be the more quickly discovered from this. He worked away manfully, and had got a cavity under the posts dug, and he expected soon to have it large enough, when a new peri-l approached. CHAPTER XVII. CJNDAH ACTS AS COOK. Buffalo Bill, having left a good supply of grass before Powder Face, cautioned ,Boyd to remain quiet in the hiding-place: There was no need to caution Cindah, for she was bound in her infatuation to remain where her .. Dream Spirit" was. The scout hurried forward to a point from which he tould look down into the valley. He sa.w, as far as his eye could reach, scattered parties of Indians, apparently in search of their fugitives. What seemed singular to him was that there seemed to be a great accession in the numbers of the Indians, as if ali the Black Feet in the nation, were coming to answer the signals of Yellow Bear. But suddenly this was accounted for. He saw the scattered parties in the east riding westward with great rapidity-he saw, by wreaths of smoke here and there in the distance, that they were not all Black Feet that were fn sight-that the s ioux, most likely, had come to answer the signal smokes of Spotted Tail. ''It is dog eat dog-let them fight it out I" he said,. With his glass he swept far and near, hoping to recog nize Dave Estes. Feeling as if he could relish a square meal, the scout made .up his mind to have it, so he returned toward the hiding-place where his horse and Boyd kept company iWith the Sunflower. Near the edge of the cliff Buffalo Bill gathered a bun dle of dry sticks with which to make a fire. "All comfortable asked the scout, as he entered the cave, threw down h1s bundle of" WOOd, and unfastened some meat from the strap which held it to his saddle. "Yes, thank you. Have you any news from our ious friends in the valley?" replied Boyd. "Nothing that can serve us now. They seem pretty busy there at present. I will take another look at them by and by. At present I propose to have some breakfast." "Cindah knows how to cook, she will prepare the meat," said the girl. "Thank you, my good girl," said the scout, kindly. "If you would rather do it than not, you may." Cindah took the forked sticks which the hunter had provided, and soon had the meat in position, and then, while Buffalo Bill was relating to Boyd his belief that the Sioux had come in contact with the :Black Feet below, she stood and listened. She stood listening, when the sound of a stone "drop ping from the ledge at the motJ.th of the cave drew her quick eye in that direction. At the same instant; hearing the sound, Buffalo Bill darted a glance where she did. His hand flew to his pistol belt for there stootl an armed Indian warrior, almost within a sp_ear' s leng t h CHAPTER XVJllj. THE ESCAPE. When it was discovered that the prisoner, the paleface, had escaped, though he had lain bound hand and foot close to the shelter of branches made iar Y cf low Bear and his family, there was a. tremendous excite ment in the camp of the Black Feet. 'fl1e alarm was given loudly, and parties oi braves were sent in every direction. The discovery. was made by the sentinel, who had been directed to patrol the camp. Yellow Bear, excited to frenzy by the escape oi one whom he intended to torture, drove his hatchet into 1"!1e brain o the luckless sentinel without waiting to ask how the escape occurred. A moment later, the voice of a young brave \V'
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I I 20 THE BUffALO BILL STORIES. Yellow Bear did not speak. He bowed his head in grief. For he loved the girl as if she were his own child. He had ever called her so. "Let not a 'brave rest till she is found!" he said. "But let not a hair of her head be h a rmed. Yellow Bear has swken." "Yellow Bear is growing old," said Wanda, bitterly. "Old and foolish. He l ets his heart speak before h i s head takes thought. He is a child." He stood and gazed at Spotted Tail, who sat upon the grou nd and looked at him. "The SiOuJ.t saw the young paleface go off," said Y ello w Bear. Spotted Tail n od d e d assent. "Di d h e g o alone?'' asked YeUow Bear. 1S p ot t ed T a il made no answer, and the Black Feet c h iet agai n asked the question. "How, or when he went," said Spotted Tail, firmly, "I haYe no tales to tell. Yellow Bear must look to his guards, and not to Spotted !'ail." Yellow Bear for an instant plac e d his hand on his hatch et, and he felt like en ding the days of the chief then and there. I he did so, he would not have the joy of seeing hirn tortur e d So h e turned awa y and asked for Red Plume. No one could tell where he was. He had gone with t h F rest to look for Cindah and the fugitive pa l eface. Wanda, in her bitte rn ess, said: "All this has come, because Yellow Bear was not conttmt with his own squaws, but must listen to d reams, like a fool!" "Woman! Yellow Bear wil1 not let even you call !tim a fool!" said the chief, angri ly. "You will eat your ';.Vords or lose your tongue "May not a woman speak the truth!" asked the squaw. "Wanda .has spoken a lie! The Great Spirit comes and whispers in dreams, and he is not a fool who opens his ear to them. Yellow Beat does not want to quarrel with Wanda. He daes not wish to forget she is his wife." "'He did, or he wo:uld not be here," said Wanda, bound, WIOman-like, to have the last word. Yellow Bear made no reply, but turned away to see in person to the security of Young Beaver and the other captives. Ha,ving found them sate he came to his own folded his blanket about his fQrm, and sat down. Thus he remained until day dawned, when he sent all his braves and warriors, except a guard, to seek far and near for the fugttives. 'CHAPTER XIX. l>ISCOVERED. Dave heard the sounds of sornethi11g approaching stealthi l y in the bushes. He was startled, brave as he was, for at first he thought surely it was the tread of men walking lightly and carefully. Could it be other Indians coming to surprise these? Or had he been overheard or discovered, and were the Comanches creeping up in his rear to surprise him? He rose from the work so nea1 completed, and, knife in hand, stood r:m guard. He heard the steps corning nearer, and he knew there was more than one makin;; them now. He glanced the _pickets, and saw thit the Comanche sentinel had heard the noise, for he, tqo, itood in a l istening attitude Nearer and nearer, and Dave knew that it was made by anima l s. "The smell of that meat has drawn 'em," he murmured. A growl, low and snappish, told him that the large gray wolf of the prairie was his v:sitor. Answeri n& growls also told him that a pack of them was at hand. He had no fear that they would attack him unless they were hungry. He da r ed not make any noi$e to drive them away, for that would at once discover his presence to those inside the stockade. Neither did he dare to bend dGwn and continu e his work. One of the animals having come within reach of his arm, rece i ved a severe prod from his knife, one so deep that the blood gushed out in a torrent. True to their wolf nature, the other wolves instantly sprang op the wounded animal, and, amid horrible growl s snarls, tore it to pieces, and went to devouring i t. The noise woke every Indian, and as Dave peered through the chinks in the pos t s, he saw them stand and consult They evidently feared a stampede among their horses, and were about to come out to attack the wolves. To rush back through the pack of wol ves, and get speedily into the thickest of the b r ush, was the work of a few seconds only, and not a second too soon; for the Indians, with burning firebrands in their hands, ru&heu out of the stocka d e; and while some sent a shower .o arrows after the wolves, others threw the firebrands at them. Had Dave remained near the stockade, he would have been discover-ed. The wolves fled in terror from the spot, and the dians, seeing that their ponies were not disturbed, re ... turned. When all was still, Dave ctept back. The warriors were crouched about the nre, talking in low tones. One of them went to the little lodge where Dove Eye lay and lookd m. The young girl was there, and she had so c o vered the signs of her work with her'robes that the waTrior saw to excite his suspkions. Dav. e began to work, for time had been lost d uring this interruption. 'f.en .minutes later he tattched her hand with his. Then for the first time he ventured a whisper: "Keep still, while I dig, lest I hurt you with my knife." She did not answer, but she ceased work. It was well she did, The Comanches seemed uneasv. Again the head brave came and looked at her. She was wrapped up in her robes in time, and he went hack to his comrades satisfied that all was right. Dave now worked like a beaver, and in a little while had a hole so large that he could his head the He was smJ-11, but he knew that she was so large;as he. "Come," he whispered, "come."

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THE BUfFALO BILL STORIES'. 21 He drew back to the outside of the tunnel, and in a scc0nd after she was by his side. She had the knife of he Comanche brave in her hand. And what pleased Dave just then, even more, she had large piece of meat in the other hand, which she gave 1im. He had fasted since the night before, and was faint ith hunger. But he had no time or inclination to eat Until at a greater distance from those Comanche braves. He whispered: "Follow in my trail, and be still as Beath." When were at the edge of the little prairie, Dave baited to consttlt with her and to decide whether it was be t to stampede their horses, to try and get away without noise, and on his honre get such a long start hat they might not be overtaken. Half of the night was yet before them. A few whiswords and the latter plan wa.s decided upon. So Dave, followed by Dove Eye; crept out to where he had left his own horse. Dave led him out to the trail, mounted, and bade Dove Eye take her sent behind him. Then he took the route for the open plains, whence he !would shape a course for the fDI-t to which Bi1ffalo Bill had first directed her. When he felt free, he gave lrim the rein, and spoke out: "Dove Eye ha.s had hard luck!" "Yes," said the girl. "Did Long Rifle send you to me?" "He let me come. It was my own heart that sent me!" "The Little Brave has a good heart. Dove Eye was a to Klamat. the Comanche!" 'What, Klamat, the Tiger? W'as he in the stockade?" 'No--he left me there a prisoner, while he went to find my father. He said he would take him away from Yellow Bear, and then back to make me his wife. But I would put this knife iri my heart first. I love Long Rifle--! will be his wif!!." ''Buffalo Bill, or Long Rifte, as you call him, has a M-ife "What of that? He is a great hunter, and ca11 feed more wives than I have fingers on both my hands." "We palefaces have a law, and one wife is all that law ['Yill Jet us have." "That is a fool law. Suppose there are a heap more l\'Qmen than there are men: Must all but one go with out a husband?" Dave was puzzled, but he bravely answered: es, of course." "Dove Eye is not a paleface. She loves Long Rifle, and if he has one wife, or a, dozen, she does not care." Dave was not good at argument. No man is, that is in love. And Dave was in love with Dove Eye. ']:hey had paused to listen many times before day, but d heard no sound of pursuit so far; but now. when day brok e, they knew, of course, that, the absence of Dove he had been discovered. "We have every bit of twenty miles' start, and that is a big thing!" said Dave, when Dove Eye suggested that the Comanches would follow their trail. 1;Two on one horse will tire him out. :Dove Eye had better walk!" said the girl. "Nary time .. If there is walking to do, I'll go ajoot!" said Dave. "My Black Hawk can carry 'us both and make eighty miles a day." As they were now where a barren rocky ridge stretched out nearly in the course which they should follow, Dave decided to leave the stream. They rode ona little way to a bit of timber, and now Dave thought it safe to rest for a short time,.and to eat some of the meat which Dove Eye had been so thought ful to save. The two dismounted fro'm the tired horse, which at once went to feeding. The roasted buffalo meat, chosen from the tenderest part of the animal, was both tender and juicy, and Dave, as well as Dove Eye, spei1lily began to lessen the bulk. While they were thus engaged, Dave noticed that nut horse stopped feeding and turned his head with ears pointed toward the route over which they had com&. In a second the scout was on his feet. The next me .. ment he was in the saddle, calling Dove Eye to mount behind him, for he saw not a hal a mile off the lances()$. a band of warriors on his trail. "Save ycmrself, Little Brave-the horse will cart'JT both!" she cried, "It will carry or none!" cried Da.ve, earnestly. ''Mount with me, or I dismount, and fight it out qerel "Little Brave has a !fOOd heart, but he is a bili:' fool tOt risk his life for a squaw!" said Dove Eye. "I don't think so," said Dave, as Dove Eye sprang UfJ behind him: The next second he sped away over the ridge, as faal as his horse could carry the double burden. On rode the heroic scout, looking noW! only for somo good place where he could halt take cover, and fighv' for life Ahead there was a pt.tch of trees, and if he could gain it before his pun;uers came up, Dave thought that, he could htold them in check while Dove Eye could escape. On he sped, spurring his horse as he never had spurre& him before. But weight began to tell, and while the shelter ahead was yet a mile off at least, he felt that, the noble horse was beginning to lose ground. He did nof speak, but he took one of the two rev0lvers from his belt and placed it in the hand of Dove Eye. "If it comes to the worst," he said, in a lad left while there is a before you. I'm good for a dozen if they qon't hit me too hard." Dove .Eye took the weapon and looked back. TI1e Comanches were strung along for half a mile in a line, and only seven or eight were very near. One was within almost a spear's length, and he had an arrow dtawn up in his bow. CHAPTER XX. NATOLAH, THE WOMAN WITH A TONGUE. Dove Eye knew that life for one or both depended on her. Quick as thought she raised the pistol and fired directly at the face of the Comanche, and he apparentlY.

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. at the same drew his arrow to the head and let it go. The bullet must have been a second the quickest in its fatal mission, for the arrow flew just above the head of the scout, while the ball from Dove Eye's pistol pierced the brain of the Comanche, and he fell forward on his horse, but with a tenacity, still clung to his horse with his legs and arms. The animal sprang forward with terror as .he felt the death pressure, and in an instant was alongside of Black Hawk, and Dave raised his pistol to dispatch the closing enemy, as he thought him to b"l'!. "The Comanche is dead said Dove Eye. As she did so, Dave caught the rein. of the other horse as it flew loose near his hand, jerked the animal in clqse to his, and pushed the Indian from his seat. This took scarce a second, and with a bound he sat astride the other horse, calling to Dove Eye to take his saddle on the Black Hawk. He turned he was speaking, clearing his Spencer rifle from its sling, and, without checking the horse, he sent the next Comanche in the line to the Happy Hunting Grouneil.s. "Good for the Little Brave!" cried Dove Eye. "We cap fig-ht them all." "But not what are ahead of us," cried Dave, gloomily, and he called to her to bola up. "The woods ahead are full of reds," he added. "We're cut off, and our time has co!ae." Dove Eye looked in the direction in which he poinrted, and she saw fully a hundred painted warri o r s within a hundred yards, mounted and ready to charge. One glance, and Dove Eye cried: '. "They are my people! They are Sioux!" "':-.. J\.nd, waving a scarf, which she tore from her waist, she out a shrill cry, which in an instant changed the hostile attitq.-')e o.f the Indians, and as they rode forth with weapons lpwered, she pointed to the Comanches, who had Instantly a band of Sioux warriors darted away after 'the Comanches, who now turned to fly, and while they dashed pn Dove Eye, bidding the Little Brave ride close to her and fear not, rode on to meet the others. Among them sat an elderly Indian woman on a fine horse, with handsome trappings. "My mother," said Dove Ere, and she. rode up to the woman, taking her hand. "Who is this paleface, arid whence cofne youJ" asked the wife of Spotted Tail, for such she wa11. .'He is -the Little Brav:e. I was a prsoner in the hands of the Comanches. He got me away. You may thank him _that I am here," replied Dove Eye, "Where is Spotted Tail?" "In the hands of the Black Feet. I was on my wa to the fort of the palefaces td get soldie,t;s to he! Long Rifle to take him away. Long Rifle has stayed t watch him and save him." ''Are there. not enough Sioux to fight the Black Fee and to save their chief?" asked the wife of Spotted Tail "Must we ask the palefaces to help us?. Signals wer seen two suns ago in the west, and I sent all the warrio r who were in from the hunt to answer them. Then went to find rytore, and are here." "Long Rifle knows better than we do, and he bade m go to the fort of tl#: palefaces. The Black Feet ar many, and they fight strorig," saki Dove Eye. L e my mother go on with the braves if she will-Dove Ey will do as she promised Lo.ng Rifle she would-she wil go for the pal eface sold iers.'' "Where is Lottg Rifle?" "He is watching .to save Spotted Tail, my father. sent the Little Brave to save and help me." The wife of Spotted Tail called two of the su b -chief to her side and held a consu lt ation. "Ah, look there!" cried .Dilve Estes, who had been in tently watc!fing to see the Sioux and the Co m a n c he meet in battle. "Those who followe d us have b e e joined by more, and now with own people they rid this way. What does it mean.?" 1I do not know. It is strange," said Dove Eye. Then, as a warrior rode ahead of the rest, c om i n r apidly on, she cried: "It is my f ather-he is free! But w:here is Lon Rifle?" CHAPTER XXI. CAPTAIN BOYD MAKtS A FRiltND OF RED PI,UME. When Buffalo Bill saw the dark face of the wa rrio r i the inouth of the cave, he believed him to be only t h leader of a band, for he had no thought one would dar to face two armed men, and he raised his pistol to en his career. But, with the speed of thpught, Ci ndah caugh t h i arm. "Do not fire!" she cried. "It is Red Plume, 'my frie n and brother?" "Let him shoot! Red PluJ;lle does not want to liv any longer!" said the young Ind ian, coming forward an d throwing bow and spear on the ground. "He has f o l lowed Cindah, the Sunflower, to heT: with the peop she has chosen as her friends-the people of her own color-to ask her if she is here of her own free choiCe?"' "Cindah is here because she wanted to come. Sh not see th.e brave Dream die at the torture post to which Yell ow Bear had to bind him."

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THE BUffALO BILL STORIES. indali pointed to Boya as she spoke. ed Plume looked also at the young paleface, and turning to Cindah, asked, in a ldw, earnest tone: Has the Sunflower given her heart to this paleface, om she calls the 'Dream Spirit?!' 'Yes, I love him," said Cindah. 'Then "it is time for Red Plume to die!" said the young n:or, and hedrew his knife from its scabbard. 'The Red Plume loves the Sunflower and must lose He, too, learned to make speaking papers, for the ite captive told him how. ''The Red Plume has made the talking papers tell his e .for Cindah, for it was not her Dream Spirit. She es not love the Red Plume, and he will die." He raised his knife with the evident intention to plunge in his breast. Boyd caught his arm and snatched away the weapon. ''The mind of Red Plurne will be when he sleeps last sleep;'' said the l!ldian, sullenly. But Boyd drew him aside and whispered some words .the ear of the India1i which seemed to have a strange ect upon him. ;He drew back, looked earnestly in tlie face of the ung then he took both of the captain's hands his, and said: "Paleface brothe,r, we will be good friends. Red lmne will no longer grieve because the Sunflower loves u." Buffalo Bill and Cindah were astonished at this sud n c hange, and the scout rather doubted its honesty; t it was better than he expected. "Will Red flume now say if he came alone, or are ere others of his tribe on our i;ail ?" asked Buffalo iii. "Red Plume came alOne. No eye but hls found the ail of Cindah and the palefaces-. He would let none ee whm'e he. wmt when he found it, for he lay down d .crawled like a snake. Now Red Plwne will stay ith Cindah and her friends, and help them. He does ot want to go back to Yellow Bear. The great chief mad and he will kill Red Plume if he sees him." "Is Spotted Tail yet safe?" asked Buffalo Bill. will be watched till the death song is sung." "It must not be sung for him," said the scout. "I ave promised to save him, and I must." "What is the Indian's life to you?" asked Boyd. "As a pledged safeguard of my word, everything. I ad an object when I made him a prormse and extracted ne from him. Spotted Tail promised peace for his poo le with ours, and I promised to see him back in safety o his people." can we get away-let alone helping him?" asked oyd "I don't know yet, but all will come rigllt. rve been in some hard scrapes before, but I got t-hrough all safe in the end," said Buffalo Bill, quietly. "When night comes on I shall make a scout down toward the camp. .I may see some way to get the old chief out of the clutches of his enemy." "Red Plume will go and help you," said the Indian. : "What, and leave the Sunflower here with the pale face?" asked Buffalo Bill, rather surpri
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' 24 THE BUff/\1 0 BILL STORIES. he s-prang upon fiis own war steed, which stood saddled close at hQnd, and dashed away. The next minute this band, headed by a young warrior, drew rein where Tail and his fellow prisoners were seated. "Where is Spotted Tail, the father of Dove Eye, the Red Rose of the Prairies ?". a:sked the leader of these strancers. "I am Spotted 'Tail," said the Sioux chief, gloomily. The stranger spoke to his followers, and one led up a and the strange <:hiei said: "Klamat, the Tiger of the Comanches, told Dove Eye I wGuld set her father free." Dismounting, he cut the thongs which bound the chief, I while two 'W'a;rriors lifted Spotted Tail upon the led horse. "Away I" cried the Comanche. And before the astonished Chief could ask a questron, or even set Y-oung Beaver free, the Comanches swept off. Spotted Tail saw, they sped on, what seemed to be bands of his own people engaged in battle with scattered s-quads of Black Feet; but to his repeated questions the C-omanche was deaf. He would only say: "Klamat has said to Dove Eye she shall see her father. He will keep his word I" Spotted Tail knew not whether to rejoice at this free dom or not. The Sioux and the Comanches had not been friends for many years,' though their hunting grounds were so far apa:t that they seldom met. If Klamat held him as a prisoner, he mig'ht live longer than he .would have lived in the hands of Yellow Bear; but would he be permitted to go back to his tribe( The party came suddenly in of a single Comatl che This warrior, when he met Klamat, spoke to ltim in his ow n tongue, which Spotted Tail did not understand. The eye:> of Kla'mat seemed to blaze with fury when he heard what this warrior said. He paused by a mo ment, then '"the course of the party was changed, and they rode forward more swiftly than ever His. speed his looks and actions told Spotted Tail that he :was some enemy who was in that direction. He looked ferocious, like the tiger that Indian fame proclaimed that he was. Thus hours passed, and Spotted Tail wondered at the endurnnce of the Southern horses, which still carried them on. Ahead they' saw another band, carrying lances, like themselves. They had just come to a halt, for beyond them still was timber and in it there appeared to be many mounted Indians. Klamat did not check his speed-lle did not lialt; b when he saw a large band of Indians coming at a ch:n he turned to Spotted Tail and said : 1'Tl?ese are braves o y9ur tribe charging down o warriors of mine. I have save
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THE BUffALO BILL STORIES. 25 !1a!'! Dove Eye to say?" asked the Sioux chief k-ing anxiously on his child. 1 "Let him take a wife from among his own people," il id the girl. Klamat's eyes flashed as he said: "Does Dove Eye lOve the dog who stole her om his fprt ?" had no time to listen to the answer of r w Eye, if l!he had one to mak6, for Dave Estes; quick d .ang.er and qqiek to (ld, struck him a stunning blow r in the face, and as he fell stunned to the earth, cried t; .. No red cuss shall call me a dog an'd not feel my bite!" The Comanches started in a ):>ody, with leveled spears avenge the insult to their chief, while Spotted Tail outed: "No brave shall raisij a hand, or it is war between {' tribes." "Spotted Tail is right. The tribes have nothing to do 'th this quarred," &aid Klamat himself, rising from the ound. "But," he added, turnng nercely on the young t. out, "there is war between us. One of us must die!" "I'm agreed on that, and the one who dies will riot be e.'' said the scout, coolly. 5 {t.et Spotted Taii say how we shall ngtht," said the h manche. "You would fight as warriors fight an.d before all the aves?,. asked Spotted Tail. "Yes, and before Dove Eye," said K'lamat, eagerly. "Let two horses be brought," said Spotted Tail. "Then Ia Klamat, the Tiger, and the Little Brave lay away eapons but one-the knife which each one wears in his llt. Let them ride apart the distance an. arrow can J, and then come together as they will. Spotted Tail spoken." KlamM, whose stem face told his anger, bade one of 0 s warriors to see to his horse, and then he turned to r11 ait the time set by Spotted Tail for the duel. m CHAPTER XXIII. G E'N' ERA L CUSTER. r e 'A bOdy of cavalry rode in column over the beautiful, id dulating land& which spread about the headwaters of he Big Horn River. Ibe ,tnftin full regiment-:-rQde in a column of .rs, with advance and rear guard, anp a flank-: g bOdy of men not in uniform, but evidently compo&ed [that class _9( daring frontiersmen who rejoice to serve :CS &CQp:ts. ith t'his advance, accompanied by -?1 couple of staff cers, rode a man, with long, fair hair, whose shoulderstraps, star-bearing, protlaim-e(i hi'S rank tb be that of a general. 11It is time California Joe was back," said the general to a scout near him. "He sail;! when we made our noon half that he would ride ahead, look for an old campingground that he knew, and rejoin \liS by t'he middle of the afternoon." "California Joe gen'rally keeps his word, Gen'ral Custer," said a scout. "But here comes California Joe, sir, on a lope." "X he rides fa!tt, instea9 of waiting ft>r us," said I the general. "He has seen reds. I'll bet hig.h on that," s>aid atleof 1 the officers. "Column, .forward! Trot!" cried General Custer; and j he at once went forward at a nrore gait. He soon met California Joe, a middle-aged almost too well known in the army to need a descriptiOn. Joe was mounted on a genuine mustang, about as red as his own whiskers, and as as his own and 'the broad rim of his old slouch hat blew back from I over his honest face. "What is your hurry, Joe?" asked General Custer, as 1 he reined in his horse. 1 "Gen'ra)," said he, "we're goin' to have jest the nicest chance to wipe out a double-handful of red varmints that 1 ever you did see. Oh, it's beautiful! I had a good peep at all in camp, and they never sot eyes on me !" "Indians How many, and where?" asked the general, impatiently. ""Sioux-about a hundred braves, mounted and ready for the war-path-in that timber over there to the west." "Mounted, you say? Then they are gone before now." "No, sir; not mounted, but with stock to mount." "You are sure they didn't see you?" "I am, or some of 'em would have been after me like wolves after a lame buffalo." "Then ride forward with Buckshot and see what they are doing; while I follow with the column.'' "Yes, gen'ral. Captain, will you jest let me feel the weight of your flask one minute before I go?" Joe felt the weight of the flask. It was lighter when he handed it back. General Custer now gave orders to his staff to pass word hack for action, and allowed the colwnn to close up in compact order. When near the p-iece of timber which Joe had out, the general halted the command, let the men dismount to breathe their horses, and waited for the report of the scouts. He had not long to wait. California Joe came riding back even faster than he went.

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261 THE BUffALO BILL STORIES. Little B'ucksnot state(f that there were nearer two hun dred than one hundred Indians; that there wete Co manches as well as Sioux, and that there were women among California Joe told the same story, and both scouts joined in the belief that it was a war party, though it seemed singular that they should unite when the Sioux and Comanches had been long known to be on bad terms. "They're all huddled on the farther edge en that narrow strip of timber,'' said Californi,a Joe. "They've got some kind of a talk going on. We can take a bit of a circuit to the right, and throw ourselves directly in their front." "That is precisely the plan I shall adopt,'' cried the young general. The orders were given, and the scouts, all with him as his own body guard, the gallant leader rode on. After a gallop of a mile, General Custer drew rein, for strange sight met his eye. CHAPTER XXIV. '11. DUEL ON HORSEBACK. The preparations for the duel between Klamat, the Comanche Tiger, and Dave Estes were commenced. It was the sight of this duel at its commencement which made General Custer draw rein and halt his column on the mardi.. The sun was a little over an hour high when Spotted told the t:Wo intended combatants to get ready. "Take care of these, gal, andif I should go ttnder in this fight, them for my sake." That was what Dave said, as he tOok off his fringed shirt, his bullet pouch and powder horn, and his belt, with its pistols and knife scabbard. He gave her his rifle also to hold, and if he fell to keep. The knife which he was about to use-a long, straight-bladed hunt ing-knife--required no scabbard now. But with careful forethought, the little scout took a slender thong of buck skin and attached it to the buckhorn handle of the knife, fastening the same to his wrist. Kaked to his waist, the knotted muscles of his white arms showing a tremendous strength for one so sligilt, his broad shoulders and ft1ll che st free from all incum brance, with his buckskin trousers tight about liis slender waist, and loose about his strong lower limbs, the young hero was ready to do battle with his btawny and gigan tic antagonist. The moment he had off his arms and hunting shirt Dave gave a shrill cry, which brought his trained horse, Black Hawk, up to him on a trot. "Old Boy, we've got some lively work before us," said Dave, patting his horse on the neck. "I may as well lighten you all I can." He thCJ took off the saddle and the blanket with it. he took the girth which had bound the saddle to its aftd replaced it loosely on the horse. He took off bridle entirely, for his like Powder Face, kne the pressure of its rider's leg when and where that wished to turn, and by hi!! voice when to gC' or stop. "Is the paleface ready?" said Klarnat; sneeringly he sat in savage pride on his horse, which was sad and bridled as usual. Turning to Dove Eye, Dave took her hand, and "Gal, if I don't get another chance to say it-goo I love you, and I'm goin' to fight like lightnin' to get: snake out of your: way." "Fight and kill him,'' said Dove E.ye. "Ii he kills I!ll kill kim." "That's the grit," said Dave, as he on his h The Sioux chief pointed to two spears, with red on them, set in the ground about two hundred y in front of the spot where all the Indians had con gated, and nearly the same distance apart. "The Little' Brave will take the one nearest to the the Comanche chief the other. When Spotted Tail w this lance, begin the fight." "I atn ready, but Klamat is not," said Dave. wears upon his breast a shield; mine is bare." "lt is the sign of my rank," said the Comanche,. a laid his hand upon a sbkld beat:ing an emQlem of sun. "Bare your breast, COWC\-rd, as I have erie. little .scout. Witli. a look of gioQm.y hatred, tp.e lifte symqol froll!his brea&t. "Now," he cried, as he waved his long, glittering k Dave bounded to the back of his horse and.l'()de to spear which was set farthest east' He had just reached it, when he saw, to his surp mounted trbOps close at 'hand; but he had not a mom time to inspect them. The SiouX' chief, who did no the trodps, gave the signal. With a yell the Comanche dashed forward on a d line for Dave; the latter, with his at pn gallop, rode on to meet the charge oftbt oth.er. As Dave rode, erect and easy, it seemed as if thiS manche, prone on his horse, with one hand clutchin mane, the other stretched forward with the knife poi would have a .great But when the horses were almost breast to breast black steed oi 'the scbut, touched in the flank byl er's heels, bounded fully a yard to one and clinging \vith one hand to the girth on his-back, rc far over and cl'ft a deep groove in of tb manche, who hims-elf out of rea(."lh!

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THE BUff t\LO BILL 27 \Yilove Eye trembled .now for th'e first time. One of the mbatants was disarmed. If it was the Little Brave,,)lis om was sealed. Dave was seen to touch his horse, which wheeled away om the front 6 the other, then take a short circle, wavg his own kinfe high over his head. Bending as he he picked up the knife which he J struck from the hand of the Comanche, checked his prse in its impetuous flight before Klamat, who, bleed g from several wounds, as did his opponent bleed, also with folded arms beside the horse, which he had 1> more use for, waiti11g fo'r the death-blow. Dave looked at him as he !itood there, yet fearless, and ough he was at his mercy, he could not slay him. ossing his knife toward the mortified chief; he cried: "Take better care of your tools, Tiger of the Coman bcs. Mount and try yourluck again." "Klamat is not a dog, to accept life from a paleface!" outed the maddened for he heard the derisive I }ugh of Dove Sye. "He has made his life a shame, and rrTwill.throw it away." f He snatched the knife from the ground as he said this, i1d drove it to the heart of his trembling horse. j The animal, with a quiver, fell to the ground, and then, as quickly, the haughty buried the keen, reekweapon in his own breast. He fell upon his horse, and the duel was over. r Spotted Tail and Dove Eye rushed forward to greet l1e Little Brave, and then the Sioux chief saw the cav ,lry formed on the plains, as he tP,ought, ready to charge. ''( "Ho The paleface wafr:iors from the big forts are f>on tts !" he cried. And he would have turned to either lead his band in tttle, or fly, if was a chance ; but the little scout Fied out: "They my friends, and there shall be no fight. I ill ride to meet their c-hief." Little Brave is right. There shall be be I promised Long Rifle it slwuld be so i" said potted Tail. "But he must go to the palefaces quickly, or they will come to us !" "I will ride at once, and as I am; but do not let one of your people move, lest the solditrs think: they mean to fight, and charge upon them!" cried Dave. And while Spotted Tail held up his hand to warn the Comanches to keep back, for they were about to ride for ward to take up the body of their chief, Dave darted away to meet those whom he at once Custer and his officers. CHAPTER XXV. THE COMANCH!t'S 'l'HRA'l". "Who are ymt, and what does the scene mean whicii we have just witnessed?" cried the general, as Pa.v. halted in front of him and saluted. "You used to call me Little Dave, the Scout, general," said Estes, "I'm not in parlor rig just now. ; i've been. busy a-butcherin' I" "Dave Estes, the Scout!" cried the general. "Whd. terrible fight you have had! We saw it all." "The bulliest fight and the bulliest little cuss that ever drew a knife," shouted California Joe. "General, will you please raise a white flag to keep them Indians right where they are till I can make a full report," cried Dave, seeing how uneasy Spotted Tail sat on his horse watching what was going on. "They'll not stir till I tell 'em to, after the flag is seen. Buffalo Bill promised peace." "I'll shew the flag," said the general. "That can do no harm, while I hear who they are and what Buffalo Bill has promised." Instantly a white handkerchief, raised on a drawn sabre, told the Indians that the paleface warriors desired peace. "Now, Dave, tell me what lpdians those are." "First, a bapd of Comanches, that were under a ch ief known as Klarpant, the Tiger." "I have heard of him-a blood-thirsty savage." "He is done for now. It was with him I had the little difference which yqu have been looking at." "A pretty heav_y difference, I should say. But go on." "The rest are under command of Spotted Tail. Mrs. Spotted Tail and Miss Spotted Tail, an angel in buckskin, are in the party." "Spotted Tail-the deadliest enemy of the whitesworse than Red Cloud ever was !" exclaimed General Custer. "Buffalo Bill has worked the old cuss over, gener-al. He has promised peace, and can bet )'o1,1r sho ulderstraps he'll keep his word !" "If he does it will be better than a dozen campaigns."

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28 THE BUf.f 1\LO BILL STORIES. "If you will permit me to ride back, now, general, I'll tell the Indians to go into camp on one side of the brook, while you can take the other, and you can see Spotted ,Tail and. his chiefs, and bind 'em down with a strong "All right, my brave man. But it seems you fought a duel, a knife-'battle with that bloodthirsty Coman che, K l amat. What was that about?" ''General, I almost hate to tell you, but I suppose I I must. He was in love with Dove Eye, the daughter of Spotted Tail, and so was I. He called me a paleface l deg, and I knocked him down. Then we fought it out, -and I got the best of it I" "Ay-that I saw, and how he wiped out his defeat." Dave now went back to Spotted Tail, who received him more respect than ever. are no longer a Little Brave!" he said. "You are a Great Brave, and I adopt you for my son, and I name you E-to--nee-the Tiger Killer!" "Do you hear that, E>ove Eye?" cried Dave, delighted. "'The old man says I'm his son." .. Dove Eye is glad that the Little Brave has conquered his enemy. Here are his weapons!" said the girl, with Gut the least show of feeling, as she handed Dave his hunting-shirt, rifle, and belts, and the sliie1d of the dead chief. The scout now conyeyed the orders of the general to Spotted Tail, and the Indians of his tribe at once went into camp. But the Comanches took up the body of Klamat, and, wrapping it in his robes, held themselves aloof in gloomy council. When Dave was arrangi11g with Spotted Tail for a "talk" to tlike place that night between him and the gen eral, the oldest brave of the Comanches approached the spat where the scout stood. "Paleface!" said he, "the Comanches wiU go back to their own land to bury their chief iit the ground where his fathers have been laid. But the spirit of the great Tiger of the Comanches will never rest while \valk the earth. We go now because O?r chief shook hands with Spotted Tail, and we will not break his peace. But we shall come wherever you go, and we shall take your scalp I" The Comanche turned away before Dave could reply, and a minute afterward the whole band rode away in the darkness. CHAPtER XXVI. THE DYING CHIEF AND THE Buffalo Bill could not rest after he had satisfied the hunger, for he wanted to see what was going on in the camp of the Black Feet. Telling Red Plume to remain with Sunflower and the captain, while he went to scout, he left the cave and again clambere d up tlie precipice proceeded to his lookout. When he got to the point, the scout adjusted g and commenced his observations. "The Sioux are on the warpath I" was his first excla tion. "But they are fighting the Black Feet in squa There does not seem to be a general battle. Ah! one the Black Feet is leaving in a hurry. A courier to r the rest of the tribe. I'll spoil his game if he comes side of a half-mile range!" 'This last remark was made when Buffalo Bill saw single Indian, mounted on a powerful horse, dash aw from the camp and ride a course to bring him rifle shot. At once he left his position, and ran to a point "hi would bring him within shot of the Indian. He did not get another sight of him until he b reached an abrupt point of rocks, where a pass throu the mountain left a way easy to traverse. "He'll come through here," said the scout. An instant later the Indian came in sight.. Buffalo Bill drew back behind a cedar tree, arnf f once in hrs life took a rest. He generally scorned to this, always firing off-hand, as quick as thought, wh he raised a rifle or pistol. But he was all of a trem from his run, and he knew all depended upon his fi shot. So he covered his man, as he came nearly head and fired. He was almost sure he missed, for th'e Indian ne swerved in his seat, and the hor.se bounded steaqily f w.ard; so he took another sight over his rifle and fir again. Just as his finger touched the the horse rai to leap over a fallen tree, and the htlllet pierced his he instead of the breast of the Indian. The horse fell, and the Indian went with him. Seeing that the latter did not rise, the scout, with weapon cocked, approached the spot and found that first ball had done its mission-had pierced the breasd the red man. But what astonished Buffalo Bill most was that Indian was Yellow Bear, yet alive,' but dying. The chief recognized him, and gasped his "Long Rifle." Yes," said the scout. "Y cllow Bear's trail is end I did not know it was him when I fired, but J marie promise to Spotted Tail once, and I have kept it." The dying chief did not seem to notice what the sc was saying, but with a spasmodic effort he tugged thong which was about his neck until he pulled a bu skin bag from under his "Take and keep. This is for Cindah, the Sunflow

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THE BUFf 1\LO BILL STORIES; r ft 1 Lhe chief. "vVhen she goes to the Happy Hunt i::;; Grse taken when he came. He pauSed to look down on the plains, aad he saw at the Indians aJ?PC3red to be concentrated, arid that fighting had ceased. "The Sioux came out ahead," he muttered, as he GIO. CHAPTER XXVII. DOVE EYE RECOGNIZES HER FRIEND Encamped, with g9od grazing ground for their plenty of wood and water at hal)d, and game abundant all around, the cavalry under General Custer were having what Little Buckshot termed a "bully time," while the Indians under Spotted Tail, pleased with sundry pres ents, were glad to be at peace with warriors wHo were so much better anned and mounted than they. Spotted Tail, his wife, and daughter were the recipi ents of marked attention from the officers of the com mand, especially the latter. The girl seemed to pay no heed to these flattering at tentions. Bright buttons and shoulder-straps were not attractive in her eyes. And 'that is more than can be said of the paleface sisterhood, as a general thing. Dave though honored by the general and his offi cers, and an object of envious admiration among all the Sioux warriors, as welt' as the adopted son of her father, made no apparent advance in the favor of Dove Eye. He had tried to give her presents. She had refused them-kindly, but firmly. The acceptance of a present means more with a girl of the red race of America it does with the white ones. He had asked her what he could do to please her,. "Go and find Long Rifle for me," was her answer. Dave did ask permission of General Custer to go and hunt up his mate. But the general did not wish to spare him until a treaty had been concluded with Spotted Tail and the other chiefs, and, as smokes had been sent up to call them tog-ether, he told him no expedition .oouid leave for the !)resent. The warriors of the_ Sioux nation began to come in in answer to the smoke signa!s, and Genetal Custer had de cided thai, .the third from the time he encamped he would hold a .council, or a "big talk," as Tail denominated it. It was now: the second day of the and it was well advanced. General Custer said to his : "Buffalo Bill must be found or this grand cpuncil." "Let Dove Eye go," said the young daughter of Spotted Tail. "She will find Long Rifle if he lives, or revenge him if he is dead." "I wish she loved me as she loves Buffalo Bill!" mur Dave. "The gal is just crazy after him. I told her he was married, but that didn't make a bit of differ ence with her. She said he was a great hunter and could feed a dozen wives." General Custer laughed, but the girl looked as grave as ever. It was near sunset, and the soldiers were all gathering

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30 THE BUffJ\LO BILL STORIES. together in anticipation of roll-call, when a large band of Indians were reported coming in from the west. The command was put under arms as usual, .until the character of the visitors was ascertained. Suddenly, with a cry of joy, IX>ve Eye bounded upop the horse of the general, which stood saddled close by, and calling out one name, dashed off to meet ad vancjng column. The name was-"Long Rifle." CHAPTER XXVIII. :A LIT.TLE SURPRISE. "Welt--1hat's cool," said General Custer, laughing, as the young dashed away on his horse. "She sees Buffalo Bill coming, general," said Dave Estes. "The gal has gQne clean crazy after him." "Let not E-to-nee grieve," said Spotted Tail. "He shall have the handsomest women in tribe for his wives'." "Thank' you; boss-'but I'd rather have one, and that one my choice." T'he attention of all was on the approaching party. In ttQnt oi the Indians was Bill on Powder Face, while by his righ\ side rode a white girl, so strangely beautiful in the prcturesque dress of an Indian maiden, that the general and his officers spoke their wonder aloud On his left, Dove Eye rode, proudly managing the spirited hotse of the general, while behind him came a Black Foot Indian-without war paint-it was Red Plume-and a wh i te man, Captain Boyd. Behind with their lances full of scalps, and uttering yells which victorious warriocs only can give, came Young Bear and a large party of Sioux. Buffalo Bill, rather abashed, with a girl on each side of him, of such different types halted when near the' spot where General Custer and his staff stood, and saluted. "I am glad to see you, my brave friend," said the general. ." You see that your peace treaty with Spotted Tail has not only been kept, but ratified. We will make it a formal treaty to-morrow, so as to send a report to Washington." "I thank you, general, for your welcome. I hardly expected this pleasure an hour ago. But I have -sometbing here for Spotted Tail. I made him a prt>mise when I .a.Sked him to keep peace with the white men. I told him I would rescue Dove Eye, and give him the scalp of her captor. There it is." Buffalo Bill handed a scalp to the Sioux chief. The moment the latter looked' at it ne pronounceCt t a name of Yellow :Bear. r "Yes, it is his scalp," said the scout. "My promis have been kept. Now keep yours-never let your tri raise knife or hatchet to the palefaces while you live." "Spotted Tail has given you his word and he will ke it," said the chief, fi' rm:y. "Then taking t!>e hand Dove Eye, who had returned the horse of the general his orderly, he led her toward the scout, and said: "She loves you. Take Dove E:ye and treat her Buffalo Bill blushed scarlet. Then he stammered ou "Not for me, I thank I've got the sweetest, bes and prettiest wife that ever blessed a home. I wa no other. Dove Eye-titere is Dave Estes, as brave chap as ever raised a rifle. He loves you. Take hi and he will make you happy." Dove Eye looked at the scout for an instant, witho speaking. Tears gathered in her dark, mournful eyes. Then sh ( drew her robe up over her face and turned away towar her father's lodge. "And now," said General Custer, "will you be so kin as to tell us who this beautiful white girl in Indian co tume is?" "I am afraid she cannot tell herself, general, and I a sure I cannot. She has been reared from infancy b Yellow Bear, the Black Foot chief. He called her hi daughter, but when he was dying he gave me a bag wit miniature of a baby, a man, and a woman. By wha he said, I am sure that they are the pictures of herself a l an ipfant, and of her father and mother. She has them and "";ll show them to you." The girl reached out the bag, and General Custer too the picture and read the names aloud. The general, turning to Cindah, said: You shall have a tent for your own occupation, unti we can reach a point where inquiric;s can be made tha ] may restore you to relatives." "I will not stay anywhere unless the Dream Spirit i 1 with me," said Cindah, in a determined tone, and shdl pointed to Boyd. "Who's the gentleman?" asked the general, as he no took notice of the young man. "You should know me, if your memory is good, gen eta! said the captain, in a soft and pleasant tone. "It seems to me as if I had seen you before," said Gen' era! striving to think when and where. "Do you remember making a capture after Genera Stuart was killed?" asked captain, with a peculia smile. "Great Heavens! Yes, you were a rebel officer "Exactly, general. I came ,West to make my fortun after the \var, and I have found a gold mine that wi

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THE BUff/\LO BILL STORIES. 31 out rich, and better still, one ,I hope to claim as my c some day." cried Cindah. "I love the Dream Spirit, and will be my husband." CHAPTER XXIX. THE COMANCHE$' REVENGE. Nearly two months passed .away. The Sioux having themselves to peace, were allowed to roam un over their extensive hunting grounds. Buffalo Bill and his pard, Dave, were once more to ted in their pleasant quarters at Fort McPherson, near e junction of the North and South Dave Estes, his almost inseparable friend, was -the bn:1oan1
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