Buffalo Bill's Rifle Rangers. A story of rough riding rescues


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I !I il a lheOn(yPublicAtion authOrlled bf the Hon.Wm.f.(oqy Ismed Weekly. By Subscription $2.JO per year. Entered as Second Class Afatter at the N. Y. Post Office, by STREET & 23S }Villiam St., 1V. Y. Entered according((} Act of Congress in theyea1 1qo1, in tire Office of the Librarian of Con/{ress, Washington, D. C. No. 4. NEW YORK, June 8, 1901. Five Cents. BU ff BILL'S RlflE RANGE 0 1\ Story o Rough Riding Rescues. .. By the author of "BUFF ALO BILL." CHAPTER I. .. THE CRY ON THE WIND. At noon of a cloudy autumn day, a fron tiersman was sl eeping off lh e effects of a l ong and hard ride in a small clump of cottomrnods on Dry Creek, a small So uth Kansas tributary of the Arkansas River, as dry as i ts name His horse, a sp l endid roan, was cropping the half burnt-up prairie grass near a shallow water hole n ot far away. The sil ence of the great so l it:1des was unb roken b y even a bird call or antelope's plaintive bl eat. But presently th e horse loo ked up, snuffing the air and pricking his ears whi l e the hunter, n otwith standin g that bis sleep of exhaustion had lasted but a few hours, sat up with a tart, alert, and bent his head in a I i tening-altltnde. "What \\as it. micl,skin, old chap?" he said, addressing the noble brute, as if he were huma11. \\-hat was it? A cry on the wind-a far-away cryperhaps of a c!"ar voice urging a steed. And now it was repeakd. accompanied by other sounds of a harsher and more sinister note, and then two or three distant shots. Springing to bis feet. breech-lo:id.ing rifle in hand. the hu nter looked out from the clump in the dircctic11 imli cated. not only hy the sounds. but by the pointing cars and nostrils of the trained steed. ..:\ young girl. her fair hair blowing. was riding over t he gra!'sy plains at a thundering vait, h otly pursued by a small banJ of armed horsemen. Hers had been one of the shots that had just come clown on the wind, and it liad evidently exhausted her ammuni tion. At all eve nts she was waving her rifle with a half despa i r in g gesture, wh ile urging her already hard-blown steed to its utmost. And it seemed but a que stion of brief time before she must be overtaken by her ruffianly and fresher-mounted pursuers, who, however, notwith standing that they had fired some shots, were evidently more intent on her capture than causing her serious bodil y harm. The lin e of flight and pursuit led directly westward over the prairies within less than a quarter cf a mile from the cottonwood clump d trees "Ha!'' exclaimed t he hunter; "Pattie Enfield, the Girl Rifle Sh. ot. and with that hound, Jack Corters and his Border Bandits, once more in pursuit of her!'' Buckskin. the roan, was already at his side. and to fling on saddle and bridle, and then leap to hi. with out touching foot to stirrup. was the \\'Ork ol' an instant. The hunter gmrdcdly disclosed hin1s:-1f outside the clump. \Yhile his ringing whoop of at onc e attracted the attention of fugitive and pursuers alike. Signingthe former to continue her fli,._,ht. l:e then checked the p1frsuers by firing three shots \\ith ligiitn ingl ike swiftcc:::,:, even one of which hit its mark-one of the ruffian.' reelingin the. saddle, dangerously \\'Otmded, and the of two others going clown under them witl1 a wild plunge. The bandit leadc1-. a large m;in, "ith a h ug:; black beard, shook his fist furiously at th e rescuer, as bis band came to a confused halt. "I recognize you, Buffalo Bill!'' he bello\\'ed out at the

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2 THE BUFF J\LO BILL STORIES. r p of a tremcnclously sfrong rnice. "Yon'll yet pay for vation, where she had first developed her notorious marks this interference with eve ry drop of blood in your body, manship with the riAe-laughed again. The idea or sug ar my name's not Colonel Jack Corters. You know me!" gestion of her, the Girl Rifle Shot, not being able to take "Ami you may know more of me than you' ll find comcare of herself, and that in sp it e of her recent narrow es fortablc, Colonel Jack,., muttered the great scout, for it cape, seemed comical to the good opinion she had of herwas, indeed, the already famous Buffa lo Bill himself. self. '"Good-by, and the devil's luck to you." However, the prospect of the agreeable women Then, waiting only long enough to be assured of the at her companion's ranch on the .Kuby Creek branch of Yillains taking th emse lves off in anot\1er direction, where the Arkansas River was a pleasant one. a slight rise speed ily led them from view, a mere word "All right," said she, without further protest on her was suffic ient to start off the magnificent roan with the part. rapidity of the wind. The time of this s tory was in one of the years directly The young girl was quickly joined a mile away, where following the close of the \Var of the Rebellion. The s h e had taken advantage of the interruption to halt and region was that still but little settled Southern Kansas breathe her badly-winded horse. border between th e Missouri State line and the crossing "I am yet once again in you r debt, Mr. Cody," she. of the Indian Territory boundary by the Arkansas River, said, offering her hand, w ith a reassured little laugh and which was then being overrun from time to time by des spa rkling gray-blue eyes. perate r obbe r and raiding bands. The Indian tribes were, She was not more than seventeen, anct very pretty-a moreover, restl ess and some of them, all along the line light blonde, rosy-cheeked, dimpled-chinned, and yet with giving the settlers and troops at the outlying forts and a qui et, self-pos sesse d and determined air, whose signifiagencies all they could do. cance there was no mistaking. "But l oo k here," called out the young girl, in !her frank 'Never mind that, Miss Patty, and the more of the way, after the pair had galloped along in si lence for some same sort the better welcome you are," replied Buffalo moments. "Haven't you something on your Dill. with a half-gallant, half-paternal air. "But rather own account?., explain to me why and how I thus find you again thus far "Why, no; have I?" And, then, giving her a look away from your father's sutler store at the Kaw Indian from under his great-brimmed ranchero 's hat: "But I Agency?" did forget to give you a kiss, Miss Patty, if that is what '"I was visiting my aunt on the West Fork of the Neoyou mean." sho," replied Patty Enfield, better known along that wild "Go on wid you, as Little Joe's Kitty might say!" cri ed border as Ponca Patty, the Girl Rifle Shot, with a yet the girl, while pretending to cut at him with her whip. more careless l augh, now that her danger was over. "Dear "And you not a very long married man, at that? But you old dad! of course, 1 didn't let him know of my intention know what I meant," more seriously. "How did you io ride back over the sixty miles to the agency alone; chance to be in that clump of cottonwoods so opportunely though I hope he may not have suspected it, and be anx-at my hour of need?" i o u s on my account, or may be even setting out in search ''.I. have been on a three days' scouting trip to the Mis of me. And as for Colonel Jack-Black Jack-well, he soun border, on purpose to spy on that very gang that hasn"t got me yet, Buffalo Bill; no, and if I hadn't had the was so hot on your trail, Patty, together with the rene bad luck to lose my cartridge-belt when the gang fir s t gade Indian s and half-bloods who secretly train with gave me chase back yonder, leaving me but two or three them," e plainecl the frontiersman. "And I was sleeping l oose shells for dear old Snapper here"-she patted her in the thicket. My pards and I-VIT ild Bill and the oth. light breech-loader aff ectionately-"they might have got ers-are arranging to wipe 'em out, yo u know, with the weary of it sooner than you made them. However, we troopers assistance, if necessary." were mighty nigh rubbed out, and no mistake. \.Veren't "No, I dicln 't know, but !rejoice to know it now," said we, Purplette ?" caressing her steed, a valuable coal-black Patty. "Oh, for a sword!" energetically, "that would mare. svveep the m4rderous d evils off the face of the earth. The "I should say so!" said Buffalo Bill. gravely. "Come!" border here will never be at peace until that happens." And, in a matter-of-cour se, commanding way, he led off "It's preparing," observe d Buffalo Bill, quietly. at an easy gallop to the northward of the direction that "You got wind of their Missouri fastness, then?" ml'aity had been pursuing. qulllied the girl, eagerly. "But wait, Mr. Bill," said the girl. "That isn't the way "I mustn't talk." to head for the Kaw Agency." "Oh, I understand! But whose information put you "No, but it is for my ranch on Ruby Creek ," comon their trail this la s t time?" posedly. "Come along, Patty My wife and sisters, to "Rankin's," after a pause. say nobhing of laughing Kitty, the Little Corporal's wife, "What, the handsome halfbreed?" will be only too glad to have you stay over night, and the "Yes." agency is too far away to be thought of for the present. "Still, beware of the mall Bill. He is s trongl y susBesides, I can't have you roaming unprotected again, pected at the agency n ot only of secretly working for the with, perhaps, Black Jack and his ruffi ans lurking on you r bor eyes peeled; no fear of that, Polly. But, hello! And the Ponca Pattr-J)he ha .cl much on the Ponca scout drew up with a pull. ......._.._,.. -

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 3 Buckskin had sudde nl y manifested signs of uneasiness, which were now, on the halt being made, reflected through a strange species of equine intuition or sympathy, by Purpleti:e, the Girl Rifle Shot's mare. CHAPTER II. TO THB RESCUE. They were still fifte e n miles distant from Ruby Ranch, as his little family settlement on the Arkansas was named, and Buffalo Bill was anxious, as he had already hinted to his little companion, lest his pards might have met with some trouble with the Indians on their way out to meet him while an Indian uprising was not ye t fully under way, it \\as more than thre atening. Not only were the Sioux and Pawnees once more :it their feud, which might at any h ou r draw them and their respective sympathizing tribes into a bloody Indian war, but rancbmen's stock was being lif te d, settle.rs and wagon-trains attacked, and the troops at the scattered forts and agenci es h aving all the y could d o in watching the tangled si tuati on, and keeping mo re or l ess grimly prepared for hard times. Added to all this was the dangerous influence exer ted by the desperate bands of wh i te marauders, who were enlisting many of the In dians in their wild fortunes. Buffalo Bill' s fresh dread of trouble was not in being show n. Shots were heard, and then when a slight rise in the grassy plain brought the p air in view of Wild Horse Creek, a small, slightly timbered tributary, midway oe tween his ranch and their crossing o f the Arkansas, a party of hunters was perceived i n a clump of tree s w here they ere with difficult y standing off an atta ck on the part of a considerable body of mounted savages, with a few w hite r enegades scattered among them. "They're my pards, and th ey're having it hot and heavy," said the Border King, coming to a halt. "Here, 1\Iiss P<:tt_v,: he pass e d a hant:ecl 'em to attack us were Bill And e r son, Colonel Jack Corter's lieu tena nt, an' two others of the band lhat I also recognized." "So did I," cried Flash-shot Frank. At this juncture four h o rsemen were seen riding toward the party from the southwe s t. "It's your clacl, lookin for you, Patty, with three cav alrymen from the agency as escort," said Buffalo Bill, and a halt was ordered accordingly. CHAPTER III. THE HOME RANCH ON RUBY CREEK. Dock Enfield, the Girl Rifle Shot's fatber, anc,i th e sut tler at the Kaw Indian Agency, was a brisk, determined little man, well known all a long the South Kansas b o rd e r and thought to have something of a mystery behind him. "So, you are already out, looking up truant Patty here, Mr. Enfield?" said Buffalo Bill, when the greetings and explanations were over. "Bett e r Jet her go on with us to Ruby, now-and you and you r escort with her, too, for that matter. It' s near at hand; yo u 've a long return jog before you to the agency, and the afternoon is already pretty nigh rubbed out." The old trader had listened to the story of the day's adventures without comment, and was now sitting grimly in the saddle, with knitt e d brows and his shrewd Scotch blue-gray eyes looking straight be.fore him at his horse 's ears. Patty could see that the old trader did not intend to let her accompany Buffalo Bill to his ranch. The young girl looked her disappointment, but bowed her head submissively. And, as the detem1ination of the

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4 \fHE BUffi\LO BILL STORIES. suttler was know n to be immovable when once announced, none of the scouts interposed any expostulations, much as tl;ey might have felt li ke making them. Cody merely spoke a few cheerings words to the girl, who then waved her hand, as she rode away with her father and the es cort. "A hard-h earted old nut, that Dock Enfield," growled out Frank Stark, as the pards continued on their way "Ther leetle Rifle Shot must be purty well done up, and all \rnttl d have been mighty glad to have her for a day or two at Ruby." "An' she's s uch a favorite with my Kitty, too," sald Little Corporal Joe. "However, o ld Enfield allers hez been, an' allers will be, a sort of a hog." A few minutes later the party came in sight of Ruby, and at once put their horses to a galiop as the bright and comely faces of the women and little children, together with those of some of the ranch hands, made their ap pearance to sm ilingly welcome thei r return. The ranch residences were on the eastern bank of the well-\\rooded little c r eek, just at its junction with the broad and comparatively lordly Arkansas. The larger one was occupied by Buffalo Bill, his wife ancl sisters, and hoth \i\Tild Bill and Towahawk Towners made their home th ere when at the settlement. Of the two smalle r near-at-hand houses, one was Frank Star! 's, a.nd the other Joe Bevins', where they lived happily with their respective helpmates. These residences, with their numerous outbuildings, sheds, cor r als and the like, made quite an imposing and villagel ike showing in among their green-bowering trees and trim gardens, w i th the bright waters of the creek a nd river mingling close at hand. The buildings were forti fied after a rude but effectiv e fas hion, besides being grouped with an eye to mutual l'ie fense in case of an Indian attack. lVIoreover, the three full-section or square-mile ranges came here together to a common point of contact, comprising broad grazing tracts on both sides of the c r eek and the larger str eam, which was easily fordable at most sea sons of the year. T!1is .greatly aided the gathering in of the stoc k on the re spec tive ranges at a common s ignal of c:lar m. Adde d to this, there were n eighboring and fri end ly r;:i.nch owners, one o n either side, a mile or so away east and \Yest, who were equally watchful and experi enced In this way, together with the notorious fighting qual iti e of the proprietors and their friends, Ruby had thus far come to be seve rel y let a l one, even when other ranches along t h e same border were experiencing more or less trouble with both discontented savages and banded white outlaws. It was as Buffalo Bill said to his bosom pard, Wild Bill, more as if thinking aloud than anything else, while the party were galloping toward the agreeab l e home sce ne, all peaceful and smiling in the la st lingering rf!.ys of a s tormy sunset: "Ah, yes!" he muttered; "who would suppose to look at. that lit tle p_aracli se, that an enemy could be within fifty miles of it? And yet, from what has chanced to-day, who can say how long before the red warwave will roll our way, and up to our very doo s ?" "True," replied Wild Bill; "and that makes me fear somewhat for old Enfield and his escort. could have prevented l ittle Patty from goi thetn. But it can't b e h elped now, and the 0 1 keep our eyes peeled for the worst." All the women folks, t h e children, and hired cowboys were grouped together befo ranch-dwelling to welcome the adventurers' as pards galloped up and dismounted, tl an animated and sympathetic one. "Be off wid ye, ye sawed-off spalpeen," mock-angry greeting for her liege lord, littl latter laughingly dangl e d his share of th scalps under her back-tilted little Irish no e ering first one and then the other 6f the ones tugging at her skirts into the embrace o-agecl arms. "Och, Injun topknots an' frish bargain?" She turned a little pale, with th what this might signify. "Sure, an' it's a di f pelts Oi'd rayther ye'cl be afther bringin m "Nonsense, Kittya" replied her husban ''Thi s sort of pelts is necessary upon occasi when their owners would have roasted us could Come, now!" and he withdrew witl little ones into their cabin Buffalo Bill was talking apart with his w having gone inside, while Mrs. Towners sai "H w glad I am that you've not had th bringing any of those horrid scalps wit! That's one thing, as you know, that, borde am, I have never been able or willing to fa self with." "Yes-er-I know, Lottie-oh, yes, of c mered Towners, scratching his head in mo barrassment; fo r he had committed his ow topknot trophies to the cowboy who hac eno ugh to look after ihis horse. "I-er-so didn't take much ter th em sorter tufts, s keerful not te r show up 'ith any. See?" "That was real considerate of you, Tom "Come in now, for Gretchen has a good su us." In the meantime a n anxious look had c Cody s face as s h e l ea rn e d t h e significant day. "I do hope we are not going to have t rou as they sat clown to the table together. "An Patty have come a long with you? I can' troubled about her when I think of that vi pursuit of the girl. It seems to me that i be feared than any clanger from the White Sioux, for all that o!cl Enfield always has hatred or fear of Allannah." "Bother all this, my dear," said Buffa! wh11e Wild Bill also spoke reassuringly, hiding whatever they might have felt to "There'll doubtless be no more trouble but provide against. And as for Ponca Patty, of being the champion Girl Rifle Shot of she can't take care of herseLf between Agency, with her sturdy old dad and thr keep her company?" But_ the scouts were anxious ab

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lfHE BUFFl\LO BILL STORIES 5 T CHAPTER IV. \ A PRARIE STORM AND WHAT CAME OUT OF IT. Teat wind and rain storm had suddenly broken out l the party were at supper, and presently the door 11ung open, and a young hunter entered (Ct as an arrow, supple as a panther, and with a ng dark beauty of face and mien, there was also a >ssessing mingling of modesty and quiet self-assurin his manner, as he bowed and spoke his greeting tossing his rain-dripping poncho and sombrero to 1tullo !''cried Buffalo Bill, with his accustomed ''Talk of an angel, an' yo u hear the rustle of his Draw up an' have a bite, Hank." \e unbidden guest, who was none other than a half !. smiled in a way that agreeably flashed to view his teeth, and, though he pretended to ignore the ptible coldness with which othern regarded him, s evident that his carelessness was only the cover mething serious and even agitated undern eat h. hank for the devil isn't always an angel when bes put 111 an appearance," he replied, with a voice urity of diction that matched his handsome and cut face. "And as for taking a bite or two. I don't if I do, for the long ride from Pawnee Agency, to 1othing of the storm, has double-edged my appetite, n tell you. By the way, Bill, I took the liberty to !\ m y animal to one of your men on picket guard out lier." pdy nodded, and then Mrs. Cody, havin g thawed out h to murmur an invitation, Hankins, with ailother dly nod for everybody, forthwith drew up to the that Gretchen made for him, and began to eat like y hungry man. t-\\"a morever, known beforehand. by the women at least, that he had recentl y been down to Pawnee, ing for a garrison dance party, so that his stopping at Ruby at this time, on his way back to his own 1 ranch, a considerable distance farther up the Arkan f-l10uldn t have been such an out-of-the-way or unex ed circumstance. after all. inowever, when Hai1kins bad worn off the first edge of with no little di spatch, h e looke d up with ook of seriousness deepening in his dark face. here's your two others?" he asked, abruptly. "I've it of news for you, and maybe not the best in th e 1it5l at that." in rch, sure, an' it's omething along o' thim topknots!" 1 Kitty, yet more excitedly. "What did Oi tt>ll ve ').' P
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6 or !" commanded Buffalo Bi)!, while Greaves and o ld Enfield were being looked after. was what cried Bevins, l!,olding

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\fHE BUFF f\LO BILL STORIES. 1 up a heavy improvised wedge of fire\YOOd that h ad been stuck underneath the door. \Vild Bill now turned upon Hankins with a stern, sus picious look. ''Hank, how could that hav e come there?" he de manded "You're the only one that-judgin' by antecedents-could hav e done it ":Me-I?" exclaimed t h e 'half-breed. "Good Jieavens you then think me capab l e of-but hark! There come the main bo
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THE BUFF i\LO BILL STORIES. hour, when we shall start. The question that puzzles me is ju t this: Where can the Border Bandits have been themselves from the storm in order to have 1.ccn enabled to make these several successive attacks, or sh<'.1-. 1 attacks, upon us? It beats me out." "'It ortn' t to, Bill," spoke up Wild Hill, in his dry, ck se-lip ped way. "There's the Rock Pines." "'Of course, and where else? Why didn't I think of it?'' .. That's it," cried Frank Stark. "And now they're up an' away again in ther same direction for ther Missouri tate line. It's as plain as ther nose on a Jew's face." An hour lat er, the storm having partly cleared off. the expediti o n \\"as in readiness to start. Enfield had carried his point in joining it, and besides him, Buffalo Dill and the latter's four regular fighting pards, the party contained six picked men from among the cowboy employees, the remainder of whom were to be left behind as a home guard. This made twelve men in all, splendidly mounted, armed to the teeth, and veteran plainsmen and Ind'ia111 fighters every man of them. True, the Border Bandits, in full force, would, perhaps, outnumiber them more than four to one, even with the heavy losses they had recently sustained. Brief were the partings and brief but earnest the God speeds, as the first stormy streaks of the new day sig naled the departure. ''Fall in-march!" was the command', and the caval cade began to move for the broad, open, rain-soaked prairie region. "Wait!" called out Lillie Stark, who had gone with Kitty Bevins to one of the loft-rooms in the Cody cabin, in order to catch the lost parting glimpse of the expedi tion, and she waved something white from the little win dow. "A messenger I-some one is coming!" "\i\There away?" shouted back Buffalo Bill, as he brought his men to a halt. "There, off to the south! It looks like an Ind-ian, and he is motioning to you with something." Yes, they all saw the nevvcomer now, and in an'0ther minute he g ravely reined in his galloping pony close at hand-a magnificent specimen of the young Indian brave, in foll fi'ghting costume, though, oddly enough, alto gether devoid of the disfiguring war paint accompani ment, and having a white rag tied to the end of his long rifle. "Look out, Gretchen!" Kitty banteringly called down to the girl, who was stnding ,with Mrs. Cody and Brisket at the open doorway below, several of the home-guard cattlemen being grouped near by. "Sure, an' it s Three Arrows himself, that wild Injun admirer av yourself. Lo(')k out that yott're not the nixt av us to be kidnapped." The German girl hecd flushed, for, to tell the truth, she was less displeased than she would have it appear at having evoked the bold but reticent worship of the handsome Ogallalla brave. Mistrust and suspicion had, however, fallen upon the hor emen at the Indian's approach. "vVhat do you want, Three Arrows?" demanded Buffalo Bill, sharply. "I bear a message, Chief Bill," replied the warrior, in pretty fair English. "A message? Why, I'll bet my rifle to a tin cup ta you've only just quitted Corter and his blood-drinkers t h with whom I know of my own knowledge that you have been open ly training and raiding for the past fortnight .. "The great white chief never spoke more truly," was the calm admission. There was a general grasping of rifles and knitting of brows among the band of avengers, but their l eader sup, pressed the with a gesture, though him self apparently mistrustful. CHAPTER VIII. T H R E E A R R 0 W S. "Give ther buck a show," counseled Wild Bill, in a low voice. "You know what I've allers thought might be in his favor." "All right, replied Cody, in the same tone; and then he addressed Three Arrows again, saying: "A for me?" "Yes." "From Corter?" "No." "From whom, then?" "From Allannah, the Wlrite Queen of tfie Ogallallas." "Ha! but how can you have come direct from her?" "My message i s a long-standing one--to the effect that the white ranch-king's to trust always in me Three & rows, as her messenger and a secret friend as against the Border Bandits." This was the substance of the young brave s words, which every one fairly understood, though they were spoken partly in the Sioux language. "Humph!" growled Buffalo Bill, still more or less mystified. "And how are we to be sure of all this?" "This wil'l tell you." And Three Arrows produced and handed over an odd-shaped and folded package. On being opened however, it proved to be a communication in Indian picture-writing, very artistically exe cuted in various colors on dressed birch-bark, as white as paper, and arranged in folding sections, after the manner of a pocket-map. There were but three of the party-Buffalo Bill \i\Tild Bill and Enfield-who could decipher this sort of thing, and they a t once put their heads together over it. "Shall we trust to Allannah in. what she professes here?" asked Cody, at last. "She's a devil s squaw, a dangerous witch, is my say," promptly responded the trader on his part. "And your say?" Cody turned up o n \i\Tild Bill. "Trust her!" was the latt e r 's lac o nic reply. Buffalo Bill hesitat e d, and 1.hen, foldingup the writ ing, secured it upon hi s person, as a sign that he accepted and placed faith in it. "All right, then, Three Arrow ," said he. "Now, what is your counse l to us, as the White Queen's accredited agent?" "You are starting on the girl-stealer's trail?" inqufred Three Arrows. ''Of course." "And were about taking an easter1y course with the R ock Pines as your fir st guide?" "Yes." "All \\Tong. The true trail is due westward, after rounding the creek-head, ten miles to the southward." tl t

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THE BUFF /\LO BILL STORIES. 11 westward? But all the other intervening tribu taries of the Arkansas must be booming banlv-full after this flooding rain." "Not if you follow the Border Band1ts' trail, to be there up, wJ1ite chief." "vVhere is the outlaw's destination?" "Far away-the white chief Will have to follow up their trail in order to find." Loak here; I can't believe in all this stu "That is' as the white chief chooses. Allannah. the "White Queen of the Sioux, has spoken through Three 'Arrows." Arid the messenger turned his horse's hea:d. "And, in the meantime, what do you propose to do?" cried Cody. "To rejoin the flying women-stealers, though by a route that the white chief and his braves cannot follow-it is Allannah's wish," was the unmoved reply. Cody glai1<.:ed inquiringly at Wild Bill, and receiving an an wering nod, as much as to say, "Let him go un hindered." "Your counsel will be followect, Three Arrows," Buf falo Bill then said. "And you are free to depart." The young chief simply bowed his haughty head, with i ts splendid crest or helmet of eagle-feathers, as he rode away, plunging his horse into the foaming creek. They followed wonderingly, for it did not seem pos sible that boat, man, or brute could venture into that swirl and live a moment. "T'his is Three Arrows' route," he called but once to the white hunters. who were reining back their frightened steeds upon the furious brink. "Is there fear among the paleface chiefs to follow him?" With that he was the next instant fighting the waves an d straining towar d the further shore, amid a chaos of uprooted trees, swept along by the current. A dozen times or more it seemed that horse and man must go down in the desperate and apparently forlorn struggle. But for all that, the goal was ultimatdy reached, and, with a last wave of the hand, 11he fearless brave spurred away out of sight through the opposite timber belt. The word of command was again given, and, without another word, the avengers drew away under the slowly brightening skies upon the new route which had been in dicated to and accept e d by them. Old Enfield, hO\\ever, had retained his suspicions un abated, and was not backward in growling out his ob jections from time to time. "There's no good in Allannah, or in any agent of hers, even admitting Th,ree Arrows to be such, which I don't admit by a d111rned sight," was the burden of his reiterated complaints. "T he \\ omai1 is a fraud, a mockery, and a sna re, and I have reason to know it. I don't believe he took this t r ail at all. We're bound to be led into an am buscade. You'll see. Don't talk to me." "No one's talked to you yet, you've done all the growling on your own account, Dock," Buffa l o Bill impatiently interrupted him at length. "vVe submitted to your com ing along, with only your one good arm to bless yourself with. Let that content you. You can take passage, but you can't hold the lines over this team." "I want to get back my daughter, that's all," snapped out the old trader. "No tnore than we all want to get h e r for you. And isn't Lottie in the same boat with your Patty?" "Dock Enfield, hold yer jaw an' submit ter orders, 'r quit ther band," growlingly interposed Tomahawk Town ers. It was almost the only utterance which Towners had made s ince Lottie's abduction had come to light, which gave his present reproof addi t ional weight; while his hard-set face and the smoldering fire in his eyes told of the fierce anguish and thirst for revenge that bnrned under his forced cahm1ess. When the head of the creek was reached, however, it reall y looked as if there might have been some grounds for his apprehensions. The weather had clea r ed off, bracing and cool, and at this point a considerable body of mounted savages were perceived drawn up, on the farther side of the timber line that scattered out i11to the prairie bank of the creek source. "Treachery, by Jupiter!" snarled Enfield, as the halt was made, getting ready to handle his rifle with his one hand. "What did I tell you?" Buffa l o Bill was sweeping the situation with his field glass. "Humph! just as I thought-Cheyennes, and not Sioux. This ought to serve our turn in putfrng us upon Corter's distinct trail. Ready, all, for the word!" It was g-iven according ly, after a brief breafhing for the horses, whose powers had fortunately thus far not been taxed. Then the frontiersmen charged with such fury, firing on the gallop with splendid precision, that the enemy, who did not greatly outnumber them, were at once scat tered in headlong flight, leaving several of thei r number and ponies dead upon the plain. The Cheyennes were now considered to have regularly declared war, which subsequently proved to be the fact. _While the scalps were being taken, one of the perishing reds was fortunately found weak-kneed enough to give the desired information with t o the continued trail of the fugitive outlaws, and, with but' a very brief inter ruption, the victorious frontiersmen pressed on. Late in the afternoon there were signs in the freshening trail of an unmistakable gain being made upon the retreating band. Then, shortly afterward, they suddenly came in view of a large Indian village or town, nestling in a sparsely timl:iered depression of the great plain at the for k of two streams. "We are not misinformed as to our trail," said Cody, as another halt was made and his field-glass was again put to use. "The great village of the white Queen of the Ogallalla Sioux is at our feet." Old Enfield had knitted his bushy Scotch eyebrows ominously, and there was still eno ugh doubt as to the temper of this branch of the great Sioux nation as to cause some uneasiness all r ound. But presently Alanna:h herself, with a small escort of yo ung braves in attendance, was seen coming out to meet them on her white horse. One of those accompanying her was Three Arrows, towering a head and shoulde r s above his tall fellows, and, looking perfectly fresh, notwithstanding the hard rid e he m ust have made of the cut-off .after stemming the mad waters of Ruby Creek.

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THE BUF F ALO BILL S T ORIE S. "Corter and his desperadoes passed by us before noon to -day," said Allannah, abmptly, in good English, and without waiting for a question to be address e d to her. "They wanted to pass through my camp, and bargain for a relay, but were refused permission. However, you cannol possibly overtake them to-night. They will be found at their western fastness You did well to heed the ins tru ctio ns of Three Arrows, though Corter should not be permitted to s uspect this. That is all. You can camp here in the vicinity, if you wish." While speaking, s he had addressed herself particularly to Buffalo Bill and Wild Bill, ignoring all the others, with the ingle exception of the old sutler, upon whose scowling face she occasionally rested her melancholy eyes \\ith a half-menacing gaze. "Allannah, \Ye thank you," said "Buffalo Bill, simply "Btt t where is the western fastness of Corter and his crew?" "You ask that question, without divining the answer, \Vhit e King of the border men!" said Allannah. "But yo ur great friend at your side there, Silent Sure-shot of the flowing locks," indicating \i\TiJd Bill, "might at least h ave guessed it. 'Painted Rock," hazarded Wild Bill, and Allannah gravely nodded. "Ha! awav off there?" exclaimed Cody. "vY.hy, that's over the Territory line, and as wild a spot as any on the whole bor
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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 13 low bench, whicll one of her attendants, at a sign, brought from the interior of the tepee. "The post-trader, Enfield, told you .to come to me," she said "That for one thing. Then you wish to treat for means to transport you r camping materials, for an other. Therefore I li::1ve anticipated this visit from the White Ranch Chief and the great Silent Sure-shot, his friend. m I right?" "Yes, Allannah," replied Cody, in no little surprise, while Wild Bill also looked puzzled "\i\TeJI, you have permission to treat with m y under chief for what you require. Now, as to the post-sut ler's desire ?-though, of course, 1 can divine it." 'We don't doubt that-and it is jus t this, Allannah," said Buffalo Bill. "Some allo wances, we th ink, ought to be made for the old man 's grief over the abduction of his daughter. "Well?" "He insists that th e outlaws may have l eft the girl in your temporary care. cl we've promised to put a question fair and square to you on his account." '"What!" she exclaimed; "and you two can imagine that of me? v hy, you are at liberty to earch my tepee for the g irl or our whole camp for that matter, if you are so foolish as to believe such a thing. I hope you are satisfi ed." There seemed to be no questioning the perfect natural ness with which this was said, and which, nev e rtheless, so cleverly evaded a direct re sponse to the demand at i s$ue. "All right." And then both men went off through the v illage to bargain fo r a couple of pack animals and certain forgotten outfittings of which their expedition \\'as likely to stand in need. They speedily successful. and the \iVhite Queen furtively watched them out of the villaO'e by the light of the fires, till the rise of ground finally shut them from Vlei\'. Then she sent out a command lo her outposts, to the effect that no other approach was to be permitted from the neighboring camp. After this, a summons brought Three Arrows to her side. "The horses!" she commanded; "you know the rest that I require of you." The young chief, silent l y vanishing. speedily returned, l eading two splendid mustangs, picked an imals, and one of which was provid e d with a woman's saddle. There was hardlv another chief in the tribe but was madly jealous of T hree Arrows' apparent favor in their queen's eyes, and yet hardly one who did not feel that her heart must be marble to all-to him as much as to the r est. Three Arrows having returned, A llann a h sig n ed to one of h er women, who went into the tepee, quickly com ing back accompanied by Patty Enfield, the Girl Rifle Shot. The latter wo r e a confident look in her bright face, as if a good understanding might have already been come to between her and the White Queen. At another sign from the latter, the attendants fell back when she said to the young girl: "You have slept and rested well, little Flovver ?" For answer, Patty impul sive l y seized the other's hand and pressed it in a grateful way. "And the Flower feels her elf equal to following out the White Queen's instructions with the white devil Cor t e r, and his demon crew-her trusty rifle in readiness in case of need?" continued Allannah, slowly. Patty graspe'd her rifle, which s he had in her hands, with a -tightening g-rip, and smi l ed, as she replied: "I understand what you require of me, Allannah. and shall carry out what I undertake. Have no fear of that." "Everything is in r eadiness, then, and Three Arrows will accompany you. Farewell." And Allannah helJ out her hand. As Patty once more pressed it, she regarded the \i\Thite Queen with a longing and yet troubled look. "Ah, if I could on l y know yo u better and more closely, Allannah," she exclaimed, in a low tone. "Something impels me to love you, and yet there is something in your strange eyes that both repels, and ye t would seem to wish to draw m e to you. Oh, if I only knew what it is makes my father fear and hate you so, why, then--" She paused. started, at the sudden fury that swept over the cold face, but it was gone a s quickly a.s it came. And then Allannah abruptly released her hand and snatc hed the young girl to her breast in a straining embrace "Oh child, child!" murmured the \i\Thite Queen, brokenly; "if it might only be otherwise. If instead of being his child, my sworn enemy's-but this is madness. She thrust Patty almost rudely from her, and then sprang up, stern, pale as before. "Away," she con tinued, motioning toward the waiting horses. "Follow my instructions, and all will be well; disregard them and yo u are lost. Three Arrows knows the r est." Without another word, Ponca Patty sprang upon the horse that Three Arrows held in r eadiness for her, while the yoqng chief leaped upon the other. A strange l ook passed between him and the White Queen of the Sioux, as the latter impatiently waved her hand. Then, with Three A rrows slightly in the lead, the pair rode off rapidly into the timber to the south of the vil lage, and were gone. CHAPTER X. CAPTORS AND CAPTIVES. Shortly before noon of that day, as Allanna\1 had in timated, Corter and his crew made their halt in the vi cinity of the grea t Ogallalla camp. And during that halt their leader had temporarily re signed his own captive to the White Queen of the Siot f x. Pat ty, having been a prisoner mud1 longer than Lottie, and having as a consequence been subjected to so many more hardships throughout the storm, was by that tirn e in such mi se rable plight that Allannah would most lik ely have insisted upon having her left over with her, even if Corter had not proposed it, which he did. The girl had, therefore. been left behind, on Allannah's assurance that she should be forwarded under escort. to Painted Rock. For the vVhite Queen's simple word was known to be sacred all along the border, though, of course, Corter could have no notion of the secret in structions with which his little captive was to be returned to him.

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q"HE BUFfl\LO BILL STORIES. As for half-breed Han'kins' captive, no difficulty had been experienced with her. She ha'Cl, in fact, continued so thoroughly under the speil of her captor's hypnotic "suggestion" up to the time o the halt at the Ogallalla camps as even to iinpress Patty at first with the belief that she was the willing partner of the half-breed's flighf Allannah, 11owever, had shrewdly suspec ted the truth, though she had been careful to keep her own counsel until after the outl aw's departure, when she had communicated her suspicions to the Girl Rifle Shot, while also unfolding her special instructions for the latter's action. However, as the day wore away, so also did the spell wear off which held the half-breed's captive in her strange thraldom. It was impossible for the outlaws, with their jaded steeds, to r each their chosen rendezvous that night, so that a halt \\as made at Elk Creek. It was when the party were going into camp that the young woman turned suddenly upon her captor. In her hand was a small cocked revolver, which she had unknown to him retained, and her entire act was ex pressive of resolution, courage, and self-possession, which had been gradually returning to her during the past few hours without his having been permitted to suspect the truth. "Scoundrel of a half-breed," exclaimed Lottie; "I see it all now, how .yo u have in some way spellbound me, in this foul scheme of yours to abduct me from my home. But you are yet to find to your cost that it is no helpless, ignorant girl, but a frontiersman's daughter, whom you have thus sought, coward that you are, to delude. You are at my mercy at this moment. A single hostile move ment on your part, and a bullet from this weapon will reach your bla c k heart." To say that Hankins was surprised is putting it mildly. He comprehended but little of this occult gift or power that he \\'as enabled to exert upon others at times, and had not dreJmed that she wa with the assistance of the free air, the vig oro us exercise and her robust constitu tion, silently thro\\ing off his spell and becoming her brave, fearle s, and collect e d self again. If not altogether an easy victory, he had at least looked forward to pa lliatin g bis offense, and, perhaps, gradually ingratiating himself in her favor, in his O\\'n good time. Reckless a nd daring as he \\'as, h e turned pale, and hesitated. "I have nothing to urge, nothing to plead." "You are at my mercy!" she interrupted. indignantly. "Do you understand that? Answer, or I fire." Her firm finger was at the trigger, the leveled tube point blank at his breast. "Of course I do," with a politely submissive bow, for she had maligned him in her exasperation-he was no coward. "I si1;nply await your commands." "In the first place, then, as to your villainous associ ates here." She indicated with a gesture the main body of the outlaws-such of them as were not actively engaged in ma.king the camp-who were standing apart, either curiously or sneeringly observing the pair. "Ex plain to them at on ce the sorcery by which you compelled me to accompany you-and see to it, too, that you leave nothing in doubt." Hankins hesitated but an instant, and then did as she commanded. Perhaps some of his auditors were too ignorant to alto gether understand his exposition of his own conduct i n the affair, but enough was said to effect a cnange in thei r a attitude toward the young captive. r "Now," continued Lottie, in the same resolute tone, "have some sort of habitation made for my exclusive use while we remain here, for you have no tent& or anything of th e sort that I can see. As it is, I must accommodate myself to what there is. Do as I command." He bestirred himself, and, with the assistance of severa l of his fellow outl aws, soon had a special little lodge o f branches reared for her, with a plentiful supply of blan kets for its interior, and even with a particula r little camp-fi're sparkling briskly before its entrance. Lottie calmly installed herself therein, without troublin g herself to thank any one for the accommodation' thus afforded. At the main camp-fire, where the outlaws were making their coffee and cooking a cot l e of fat antelopes which they had managed to bag at lo g range during the afternoon's ride, Hankins presently found h imse lf in a fresh embarrassment as to who should be selected to carry some of the supper to his captive. "Of course, I d like to perform the service myself," he said. "But then," scratching his chin, "after what has happened that would hardly do." "I should say not," cried big Bill Anderson, with his brutal laugh and customary oath. "Since your young miss is ter be waited on at last by ther hull gang of us, we'd better build a hotel fer her on the spot. However, selec.t Reel Rodman yonder for ter tote in ther hash an' do ther agreeable, Hank. He's almost ez soft spoken ez yon yourself on occasion, an' mebbe we kin scare up a boiled shirt outen some one of our kits, fer to fit him out 'ith a waiter's \Yhite apron an' a napkin. Har, har, har !" "Reddy's altogether too dirty," replied D andy Hankins, quie tly. "Besides his red head might set fire to the lodge." "You go, Chipper," said the half-breed at last, inclicat irig a smooth-faced Ynn11g ontlaw, with something frank and fresh in his clevil-may-carishness. su-:;gestive of a farmer's lad gone ne\\ ly astray in the path of crime. "Were Three Arrows h ere I'd send him, but in his ab sence .you will, perhaps, be less c.listastefu l to the young lady than any of the rest of us." His brow momentarily darkened as he thus included himself with the others. "Besides, she wculd eat nothing at our noo11day halt, and ought to be faint and hungry 11ow." "All right," replied Chipper l\Ielton, the young man addressed. 'Tm your ma11, then, Hank." Sonie choice bits and a cup of coffee were ace rclingly sent in to the pri so n er, and the tin dishes v. ere presently returned empty, a sufficient indic:-ation of her having condescended to fortify h e r self with the ir contents. "How did th er le etle critter act. Chipper?'' called ou t Anderson, w i th his coarse, half-clownish guffaw. "W ee pin' an' wa i l in', r still on h er high hoss ?" "None e r your business," gruffly responded the young man, whose air was sti ll serious and thoughtful. "It's enough thet she's among us, it seems ter me, 'thout bein' commented on by ther likes of you." "Hey? what?" with an oath, and the outlaw was on his feet at a jump, his hand on the huge shooter in his belt. "This tork ter me, you unlicked cub?"

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THE BUFFAL O Bill STORIES. 15 "Fair play an' a fair fight," cried several, dancing around the fire at the prospect of a tragedy. "l\[ake a ring, though, an' l et 'em have it out with knives." '".Behave yourself, Dill, or I'll make it my quarrel," int erposed Hankins, also with hi s hand t o his belt, and with a certai n coo l deadliness in the oftness of his voice. "You h!!ar me I" Young Melton was m e rel y regarding his huge foe with a disdainful look. "Sit down ag'in, Bill," now commanded lhe master outlaw. "You' re allers interfe r i n' 'i th other men's busi ne s." Anderson mutte ringly complied, but with a lingering danger-s i gna l in his fierce eyes, and what might have been a bloody dispute was lhus averted, for the time being at lea st. "Torkin' er Three Arrows," observed Colonel Corter, after a pause, "he o rt er hev showed up ag'in among us long afore this, J should say. Cnss his Injun h eart, 'f I thorl he might play u s a trick some clay, along e r th et White Queen e r his galla lla tribe, I'd shoot him clown on expected-like, so s ter make a sure thing er his good faith." "You'd be sa f e r shooting hi111 in ther ba ck, then, col onel," said R cl Rodmon. "It'll be a wide-awake rustler, an' up a:rly in ther mornin' ter boot, thet'll clown Three Arrows in a f ace-ter-face scrimmage." "A back-shot's ez good ez any," j eere d the chief. "Some even prefer ter give 'em in thet way." 'Thr ee Arrows has lik e enough stopped over at the Ogallalla camp,'' said Hankins. .. In that case, h e might chance along between now and m orning with your littl e Patty, co lonel. "Too good luck, thet, I'm afraid," growled the leader. "I don't know but what I wa s a durned fool to leave ther gal thar ith Allannah, arter all." "But Three Arrows orter hev r ejoined us without any delay," he continued. "Curse it all! how else air we t e r know er what's been cloin' at Ruby, erlong 'ith Buffalo Bill an' his gang? By-the powers!" with a blacken ing brow; "'f I thort fer a minute th et Three Arrows was himself in l ove ith ther Girl Rifle Shot--" "Oh, make yourself easy on that score, colonel!" s aid the half -bree d, consolingly. "If our Ogallalla buck had lo this heart at all, it is not to Little Pattv, but to Gretchen the pretty German girl at th e Cody 'Ranch." The outlaws, havin g posted their sentries, remained for a long tim e talking together around their camp-fire, their voices sounding so metimes audibly, some times less distinctly, to Lottie, cringing among h e r blankets, and yet not daring t o go to sleep in the solitude and silence of her little hut. Finally, as the voices grew loud e r and more quarre l some, s h e p ee ped out toward the great camp-fire, and saw something which increased her alarm. In spite of r emons trances on the part of Hankins, Corter him. elf. young Melton, and one or two others, th e outlaws had manage d lo put several bottles of whi sky in cir culation. There were songs, di sputes, then a fight or two in consequ ence he shudde red, shrinking to th e farthest corner of her retrea t holding the revolver in readiness, her heart beat-ing fast with terrors ne ve r known before, and all the more frightful for their vagu e n ess. Then a silence fell, little by little, among the band, and she once more peepeu out. CHAPTER XI. LOT'l'IE's PERIL. I\Io t of the outlaws had fallen asleep in their blankets around the fire, but the young woman thought he still heard angry voices off in the timber belt, though s he was not sure. It seemed to her that Hankins was n o t among those s t retched 3round the fire, and this rather incnase d than allayed her uneasiness. For, somehow, notw:thstanclin,.; the trick he h ad played her, lhe half-breed's genlle re spectfulness had not been exerted in v'1in, ancl h e co uld not but have felt a comparative sense of protection in his proximity and watchf uln ess when amid that wild and lawl ess crew. She might also hav e felt ome relief in the presence of the ) oung outlaw, :Melton, whose sympathy while se rv ing her wilh the food had somewhat impres3ed her in hi s favo r but neither could she be sure that his reclin i1w figure was among the others. At last she once rn_ore retiree! to her dark corner, and, making hLr self a comfortable as might lk among the blankets, remained there propped up i n the darkness, revolver still in hand, with the determination to watch out the She for a lon g time watching the dyinrr em bers of her own little fire through the l eafy entrance. Then the soothing silence of the great solitudes, together with the grateful warmth of the blankets. was too much for her re sol ution, and even before she kne w it she was fast asleep. What was it-a stealthy step, or a cautious hand, fumbiin g to i mprovi se an entrance at side of h e r branch-built hut? Lottie started to rise still with but half-coll ecte l thoughts, and c nsciou s that she must have s lept several hours, though the remained int e nse. Then th e r evo lver was suddenly snatched out of her hand. A nd at this instant the dimly outlined entrance was darkened b y an inspringing human form. "Courage, miss!" exclaimed th e half-bre ed's voice "I am h e r e !" and the intruder, Bill Anderson, was sent re eling by a tremenc)ous blow b e tween the eyes. He railied, however, and then the two were locked in a hand-to-hand grapple, while there were also sounds of contention without, and a voice, which Lottie recognized as Chipper l\Ielton's, was h eard to shout out: "CO\varcls but yo u'll find your game blocked." Then she rushed into the open air, but with her trembling limb s refusing to carry her farther, and on l y to perceive the e ntire gang apparently hastening upon the scene, taking th:s side or that. while ringing shots be gan to mingle with the oaths and cries. Corter's harsh voice was also heard calling out, i n an effort to quell the disturbam:e. Some one had thrown an armful of pine branches on the dying camp-fire, which now flared up brightfy, throwing its lurid glare over the wild scene. I

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16 i'HE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. It haa lasted ou a rninulfe or two, when the robber sentries came dashing in to take part in the melee. Here two mounted figures came bursting in upon the scene out o f the w ide-surrounding darkness there was a succession of shots that seemed to distract the despera,. doe s from the dispute directly in hand, and a deep, brave, girli sh voice shouted: "Villains! we are here in time, then, thank the Lordi Cheer up, Miss Lottie!" Patty's voice-the voice of the Girl Rifle Shot to the rescue! When they had been captives together Lottie had but vaguely noticed her, immersed as she had been in the sleep-waking, h ypnotic spell, but now--A semi -swoon came over her. When she came out o f it, a few minutes later, the brave girl's supporting arm was thrown protectingly around her, the fight was at an end, and she began to realize what had happened. Ponca Patty and Three Arrows had come, and this diversion, combined with renewed efforts on the part of the outlaw chief, had finally quelled the riot. The majority of the late contestants were gathered around the fire, nursing their bruises and wounds, though there had been no one killed or even desperately injured. Hankins and young Melton passe'd Lottie without even looking at her on their way from the hut to .the fire; the latter nursing a wounded arm, the half-breed with a streak of r ed down his dark face from a bullet furrow along his left t em ple. She started impulsively towmi:i them in her womanly sympathy, but Patty restrained her. "They are not badly hurt," said the latte.,r, soothingly. "And see, Corter is already getl;ing the villains under discipline again Trust in me, Miss Lottie, and all will be well. Allannah divined the truth as to Hankins' mysteriou s power, and instruc ted me. Compose your self now, and abide the result." Corte r was also looking intensely pleased at the return of Patty from the White Queen's protection, which he had scarcely dared to hope for. "Here, you, Three Arrows!" he cried, "Why didn't you f'oller straight on after ther band, as I ordered?" "Our White Queen ordered me to halt over at our villa&"e, Big 01ief Colonel Jack," calmly replied the )"Oung warrior, who had di smounted by the fire, along with the others. "You had l eft the Girl Rifle Shot there already." "But what did you learn at Ruby?" Three Arrows briefly related his experiences there, together w i th the fact of Buffalo Bill and his avengers having stopped over near the Ogallalla village for the ni9,hHt. I" 1 d h b d" 1 f l 'II a. exc a1me t e an it c 11e ; t 1en we ve sh got a long start of 'em. And eve n Buffalo Bill can have no id ea of the l 'arge force of 01eyennes that will irnter cept him, probably at this very point." And then with a glance around, he shouted : "Break camp, an' saddle up! The day is already breaking, and we must be at Painted Rock before noon'." The desperadoes seemed to have forgotten th eir blqody differences, or to bury the hatchet for the time being, at least, in bustling preparations. Suddenly Patty gave a glad little c17,. "Ah' my Purplettel" sh'e exclaime01, clapping li'et )U hands together. "Come here, Purplette, come here! >r Her trained mare, which Corter had insisted on Y ing away with the band on leaving Patty with Allannah, y knowing the girl's affection for the faithful animal, broke se away from the herd, and came toward her little mistress. L b In a few minutes all was in readiness, ;tnd theoutlaws y were once more on their Western trail, under the light s of the slowly fading stars and the first faint streakings of the new day. !C A good horse, a suitable saddle, had been pro1 vided for Lottie; she had thought it best to proceed with n her captorn without offering useless resistance, and at 11 one side of her rode Hankins, at the other Chipper .;1 Melton. y. Directly before them rode Colonel Jack Corter, vastly Q_ pleased, at the side of Patty Enfield, while Three Arrows was watchfully near at hand. "It war reel good of ye ter keep yer word there way ye did, Patty," said Corter, with a grin. "You hardly expected it, I suppose?" replied Patty, h smilingly twirling her light rifle-she had been permitted s to retain it. !n "Wall, no, I kin hardly say I did," was the frank n response. e "Well, neither did I. It was altogether Allannall's r doing-though even she has no particular kindness for you, as you ought to know, Colonel Jack. So you needn't plume yourself with the thought that I'm back again with you and your mean, hempen-collared crew --you' ll every one of you come to it yet, mark my word! -through any regard I have for you." Colonel Jack made a grimace-he was really a more than well-favored man, with his flowing beard, regular features, and soldierly bearing, apart from his generally desperado lo ok. "Oh, that'll come arter a while, Patty,'' he said, airily. n "Fer I'm goin' ter be reel good ter ye, an' arter we're i married an' settled down som ewheres-s a y away off 1i f1om hyar, ye know, in-in Australy, 'r Chiny, 'r, better ;i1 still, in some ,bang-up little Eden-island er there far South seas, whar ther--" Patty, who had begun by bein g dis gusted, inrt:er rupted him with a ringin g, derisive laugh. "Poetry isn't in your line, Colonel Jack. Better leave it to Dandy Hankins, back yonder, who'd be more at home in it, were he so inclined," with a glance behind her. "But look here, Colonel Jack. You remember how you used to make up to me at the agency, a yea r ago, when few, if any one, suspected you of being the thieving and murdering hound that you are?" "Y-e-e-s, he replied. "Remember it, I should say so!" "Well, if I hadn't exact l y come to thinking you not a half bad fell-Olw then-or sort of endurable, with no bet .ter man around, we will say-I certainly never thought you the dough-headed fool that you've recently proved yourself to be!" Colonel Jack had been h alf expecting a complim ent. "\i\That did ye come back to us f er, th en?" he growled "Just wait till you find out, Mr. Corter, answered the young girl. "But if you think that your killing those three troopers in order to get hold of me-my old dad made his escape, I'm sure of that, is not going to be

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 17 t ::iuntea for-well just wait till you find out, as I said lre. You may find out suthin' onexpe cted, t oo, m e leetle y !'' snapp ed out Corter. And then, if discomfited self, he at least left h e r something to ponder over as bruptly spurred away from h e r side and join e d the yenne s couts a nd others at the head of his cavalcade. s for Patty, she quietly fell back to a position a long! of Lo t tie, whose captor-guardians offe r ed no other ction than to look even graver and cl ose r-lip ped p. ever. n hour or two after sunrise, at the crossing of a 11 cre ek, a band of Indians was see n approaching ood enough!" shouted the outlaw leader, exulty. "The y' re our friends-Cheyenne bucks in full faint, by Jingo! For'ard ter meet 'e m, boys!" CHAPTER XII. PATTY AND LOTTIE TAKE COUNSEL TOGETHER. ,he new-comers were not only in full fighting trim, savagely enthusiastic from their tribe having openly en the warpath against the white settlers and gov ient troops. teveral o f them had fre s h r eeking scalps dangling at r girdles. During the brief interview that ensu ed veen them and the outlaws they da s hed hither and er on their ponies, giving utterances to savage ops, and eyeing the captive maide ns. e meeting was speedily over, however, and then the ans galloped off by the trail the outJ.aws had come, ,le the latter continu e d their course. har they go!" cried Corter, rejoining Patty in high "They'll jine ther bigger band er Cheyennes at Creek, like enough ji st in time ter chaw up Buffalo an' his dandy leetle gang. I wouldn't be in o ne er felle r's shoes fer th e r best homestead in Uncle 's g ift an' er b e lt full er gold inter ther bc.r gain." en Corter again rode to the front, grumbling and ing under his breath. Miss Lottie!" the Girl Rifle Shot presently said, en she though she could exchange: a few words with fellow-captive unobserved. iY es, Patty." I hope the y will let us remain together when we :ch our des tination." 1So do I." fere the y paused, seeing that they w e re being ched by Hankins and Melton. e conversation thence quickl y became guarded, and equ e ntly more confidential. ow do you account, Miss Lottie, for Dandy Hantreati ng you so considerately?" asked the younger ttie then relat e d the details of her capture, so far he knew th em and what had followed, after which added: Hankins has not once, however, been less respectful e than now though before my coming so unexpe ct out of my slee p as I suppose I mus t call it he may e been s om ewhat more self-assured." he villain!" exclaimed Patty, with more indigna than she had yet displayed. Still," said Lottie, "confess, Patty, that you at first, togeth e r with the rest, thought me to be running c1: with the half-breed of m y own voli tion ." "I acknowledge it my dear," r eplied the other frankly "Of course, though, there was something in > C'.l: move m ents and bearing that I could not understand." "The fight o ver me back t here at Elk Creel: elight ened yo u to the c on trary, I suppose?" continuc.J Lettie "Oh, no; I k new better before tha t hy his kindn ess. Buffalo Bill never for g ives-no more doe;; Tom Towner, and this man's reckoning shall be just same." "By th e way, Pattyi have you remarked how C11ipper Melton, I believe they call him, watches you?" "That b eardless young robber! And what a nam e too-Chipper !" "The r e i s something so fran k and generous in his very reckl ess n ess of air t ha t one ca n hardly st1ppose h im to hav e been long with this des p erate crew." "Ah, never trust in lo oks, M i ss Lottie. Besides, h ow is it he is w i th them, if not through incl ina t ion and natural bred-in-the-bone wickedness?" "vVell, there may have been circumstances-however, l e t that go. His generous bravery in standing by me I shall never forget "\Vas he r eally so brave and good, too?" said Patty, sudde nl y more inte re s t ed. "Do tell me all about it, Miss L o ttie!" I can't rem embe r muc h, everything was so conr fused and horrible There i s one thing, though, I can't understand about yourself Patty." "What i s that, my dear?" You retain your gun, and seem to be under hardly any real restraint whatever."

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18 THE BUFFALO BILL STORI ES. "An d you wonder that I don't make a break for it, along w ith Three Arrows, perhaps you mean?" "Yes." ''\Nell, I couldn't think of leaving you, for one thing, my dear." "That i s good o f you Patty," said the other, her looks expressing even more gratitude t han her words. "That is just nothing. my dear." And then Patty drew closer, in order to.say earnestly, while seeming to have her thoughts, like her eyes, almost anywher e else, "I'm on parole, you knO\\'. Tot especiall y to that brute, Colonel Jack, but to Allann a h \Vait till we get in camp at Painted Rock. Then wait for the wor
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l'HE BU ff ALO Bll;L STORIES. 1 9 u e," observed Cody. "But we mustn1t forget that kly acknowledged being on his ,way back to join when he separated from us a t Ruby." still no one anticipated the fuH purport of the 1 that Allannah was about to make. ch King Bill, I am not unfriendly to you and as you ought to know," she said, when coming to "There is, therefore, news for you." urt: the \Vhite Queen of the, Ogallallas speak," re o Buffalo Bill, courteoilsly. ""We shall be grateful." 't be too sure of that. The entire Cheyenne re at last openly on the warpath." 1 much the worse for them, Allannab." t they are, doubtless, all friendly to the White r c:hief and his crew." much the better-for one side or the other." u hundred or more Cheyennes will most likely inter ou to-day, at or another of the intervening ;. crossings." l this is worth knowing. But forewarned, fore and thanks to you, Allannah." few hours after yo:ur visit to my tepee, with the silent Sure-shot last evening my young brave, Arrows {_Ode away to rejoi n the Border Bandits." e have as much, not seeing him here now ou, Allannab." 1 e who had been briefly my guest accompanied t. indeed!" the fair little Prairie Flower, Ponca Patty, or, : call her, the ,.Girl Rifle Shot." i then Allannah smiled, for h e r announcement was et productive of startling effec t. lulfo\" cried Codv, while Wild Bill and some others up with new iri t erest. "But didn't yo u a ssure us t d Bill here and me-that Patty was not in your thing of the sort, a s you will recollect by thinking -at least, nothing directly of the sort." h Allannah was explaining the circumstanc es under the girl had been left in her charge, and had been u under Three Arrows' escort, when she was furinterrupted by old Enfield: ceress witch! lying, false-hearted, bleac h e d h1!" he roared, spurring toward h e r with his b1ed fat liitecl, regardless of v:arnings from the resfancl escort alike; "was I not right in mistrusting tc what! and yo u have dared--" re, with a swift movement, she smote his horse in e with her r iding whip, causing th e animal to rej violently as almost to unhorse its rider. le Old Coyote Snap at 1\ othing !" she exclaimed; vou it was for love or fear of such as vou that I ded the fair little Agency Flower? Fool! had t been h e r child as well as yours my cl:::;.;ger and v kindn ess would have searched the h ear t in her bosom, and stilled its beat for e v er!" then she was off on her return gallop, with her r escort around her. \ he s11rprise of every one the fury of the old sutler a ddenly subsided. haps I may have wronged the woman," he said, ale and as if thinking aloud. "But then, smart as ah is, she doesn't know everything." "Trot out!" was the impatient command, and the Rough Riding were once more fairly on the trail. Whether by a change wrought in his hard nature by Allannah's words or not, the theretofore close-lipped Enfield was about to surprise hi s as s ociates yet further Somewhat encouraged to the question by what had happened, Buffalo Bill said t-{) him: "What is thi s long mystery between you and the strange white Queen of the Sioux, anyway, Enfield? Why rrcit give us an inkling of it fir s t as last?" "Humph! why not?" was the trader's unexpected re sponse, after a moment's silen ce, and with a far-away look in his hard gray eyes. "All right, then. Any of ye dtance to remember the case of the two young women an' one man that alone escaped the Injun massacre of the big emigrant train 'way up on the Platte River, be tween seventeen and eighteen years ago?" I remember hearing of it from my father at the time," promptly replied Cody, "though I can't recall to mind the names and details." Others of the party likewise recalled the affair, and all were instantly more or less interested. "Names and details aren't needed," continued the trader, in the same half surly tone. "I was the man. The younger of the two young women was my wife. The other was her sister, whom I had-er so rt of jil ted, as I suppose you'd call it nowadays, in order to marry the younger. Any way, she hated me like P'izen, though she had hitthed at 'b out the same time I had, mebbe out of spite, ye know. But then women is peculiar-some of 'em, at least. Both o' these vvere. Howeve r her man h a d bee n massacre d a long 'ith the r est, afore the troopers put in their saving appearance. Fer, as I have said, we three were the only survivors." The int eres t increased as he made a slight pause, the horses being slowed dOIYn to a walk, tha t not a word might be lost "Both ladies were in er delicate way, as ye mir-ht say," conti nued Enfield. "In fact, they was nigh on to expirin' at the nearest for t where we found shelter an' k ind ne ss, along 'ith a post-surgeon to do the necdf111. Son1e said as how I was sorter neglectfui-sulky an' broocin' Jike-carin' more arte r t'other un than my own, now that things were changed about an' fixed diff'rent fr'rn the 'riginal int ent:on-see? Mebbe I was, au' mebbe I wasn't. Leastwise, I'd got the tomahawk-swipe th;:it h ad l e ft this scar down the back e r mv skull an' neck what most of ye have like enough notice"d, an' was some times a le ctle mixed uo in the brain-box. However, it on'v made her hate n{e wuss'n ever If she had been piz eny afore she was just blizzardy later on, with a house afire throwed in. A month later on the1e were four of u s at the fort cabin 'stead of three. One w:.>.s a live little gal baby. If another un had lived thar'd have been five of us. The Jiye baby was supposed to be mine. A week later thar was yet ag'in on'y three of us, rn.y wif e havin' died. Of my neglec t some of 'em said. Sine was wild over it. Got up in the middle o f the night, cussed me high an' low an' then wandered off inter ther wil d e rness, never to be seen ag'in. Sorter that way, at l east. Gentlemen," here the narrator sullenly wiped his brow, and seemed to regret his revelation, "that's all.

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.. 20 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. The gal baby growed up to be the young woman you an know as Patty Enfield, the Girl Rifle Shot. "But the mad young woman-the' one that wandered away? never seen or heard of again, you say?" asked Buffalo Bill. ''On'y sorter that way. I said," growled Enfield. "Ye've all seen an' b eerd of Allannah, the White Queen of the Sioux, as a matter of course?" 'yes, yes." ''Wall, she's like enough to that young woman to have been her twin sister; an' ye may have obsarved that Allannah an' me don't seem to get along very sweet Such was the revelation, and the old trader after making it was once more the same surly and non-comntittal o ld man. The trail left by the fugitive outlaws a plain one, and it was folio-wed very start with the utmost vigor and dispatch. .._,, CHAPTER XIV. F.LK CREEK. Toward noon. with the timbered line of Elk Creek dimly in sight along the Towner5 and Flashshot Frank, who had scouted on galloping back. "Th er creek-cro,.sin' is jest alive 'ith redskins !" ex claimed the last named. ''Thar's so many of 'em thet ther timber can't hold all othe r ponies they've tried te r hide away in it." 'Nile! Bill, in reining up for an observation with the others, gave utterance to onr of those deep chuckles so habitual \Vith r r.ticcnt, men when unexpectedly pleased '.Yith a previously dubious outlook. "Eh, then?" qu,eried Cody, turning to him with a sbarp look. "Let me have that glass. Bill?" said Wild Bill, ex tending his hand. On the glass being passed to hj.m the ch ucklc \\"aS repeat eel as he S\\ept the c rooked and rag-gcd timber lin e \\i tli it s P'' rrfol focus, adding, slmdy, ''Just as 1 thoug-ht. by J ing-o An the C heyennes don't often make such fools of themselve either. But prob'ly they've got Big Thunder. \ .Var Dog, or one of their conceit e d younger bucks in com rnand." "But what is it. o ld fcllm\ ?'' "Yon see the crossin' \\here thry've taken up their position?" "Of cour se "An' then you see the thicker rn' higher timberclump qverlookin' 'cm fr'm a quarter o f a mile further up, wh ere the lin e elbmrs back this way?" "Crrtainlv. "Bill," passing back thr glass ancl at the same time gripping the hand outstretched to receive it, "we've got 'em dead! That's thr fording place of the two, though the least \\"ell kn o\\'11. An' then, as ye see--" "I tinderstand !" interrupted Buffalo Bill, exultantly. And then, at the fresh shouted command, ''Forward! trot!" the entire little b and swept straight on, directly toward the Indians' position. The latter seemed puzzled at fir st, as if not comprehending how such a small force could be seriously con-ternplating so foo11iardy a thing as a front-face chr upon at least six times their number, securely ambur into the bargain. The n within less than long range of the ambus1 the Rescuers veered off to the southward, at the .f of command: and broke in a headlong gallop fo r superior counter position already alluded to. 1 The Indians saw their mistake w h e n too late to re111 it. A number of them, indeed, lost no time in spt ing upon their ponies, and clashing off in the same "Hmrah !" shouted Buffalo Bill. "That's the di music! I think I can make out War Dog cler at th e timber-edge on that calico pony. Eh, Wild Dill nodded an affirmative. In a few moments the hunte rs were regularly at \11 making the enemy's inferior position particularly hor him by up a three-hundred-yards range fir e the skirt of their elevat cl clump. thr: r animals Jyl w ell out of thoug h near al hand. The saYages-at least a hundred in nurnber-retrn the fire a s hest they coulcl, but altogether \\"ithout cf1 b y reason oi t he inferiority of thrir rifles \\hil e the ti and arrows with which the majority of them were ar were of 110 service to them '' hate\'er at such long-rt '' ork. Then their more e:xposrd 1wsitio11 amid 1 lower-down and thinne r timber placed them at a further clisaclva ntag-e, O lle or t wo o f their number b pic ked off e\cry kw minutes. The frontiersmen 011 th e contrary were taking th leisurely and feeling particnlarly good. 11 ith perbap s ingle exception of Towncrs.-1\ ho \\"
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THE BUFFALO BILL STORI ES. 21 Bill stepped back among the animals to do as J t ed, Cody following while completing his prepa-s. 5Jhat"s that?" asked the former, kicking 'ith his of the several kegs or small casks w hich had r unloaded from the two pack-mules that had been ned at Allannah's Ogallalla camp. m one of the water-casks we got from the bucks," > Cody, indiff e rently. ; 1 t much, look hyar!" and, having freed Buckskin, 1 Bill had the keg in hi s rang grip, examining it r ively. "By Jupiter, it's a eg of gt:npowder, which ust have traded off to us by mistake Durned e that the difference in the heft of it dicln 't strike \ f us at the time. Look for yourse lf!" u it is," said the other. "Well, so much the better, :l h we're in no particular need of loose ammunition. I'm off, Bill." B e rthel ess, the great Silent Snreshot, as Allannah alled him, carefully set the odd keg to one side, \\ added complacently toward it, whi le following his out to. the clump-edge. f alo Bill at once threw himself down flat and began t wl rapidly over the rough open space toward the 's new position. space was covered with sage bushes, loose stones, 1 ow clumps of prickly-pear, and cut through here r her e by shallow ravines. er arriving about midway down, the master-scout r l ightl y raising h imself in order to get a better view d when a dozen or more mounted warriors, with f Dog himself at their head, started out of the ravine b ther side and cutting off his r etreat, spurred down him with brandished tomahawks and appalling 1 ey could only have effected their concealment by i ing the utmost precautions, besides making their s lie down flat in the shallow gullies, and now f t thing com:ected their appearance was a com-and stun111ng surpri se. on't kill the white chief!" shouted Vvar Dog, a I t did looking young chief, superbly mounte d, and l l an eagle-feather head-dress reaching far down his in the C h eyenne dialect. "It is the great White t h King! Take him alive for torture!" t t Ruffalo Bill had already recovered from his mo surprise. and taken his measures accordingly. litead of attempting to r etrace his course, as was tie s expected of him, he waved his arms as a sigt his littl e command, and then broke aw av at a run ht down the s l ope, at the same time sounding a r peculiar call on a whistle which he placed to hi s \ an s wer t o his signal the pards promptly poured 1 volley up on the would-be interceptors. a most at the same instant the daring Cody brought a s helter ed position between tw o rocks, and, in nsc lo his whistle-call, Buckskin. hi s p ee rless horse, ru shing down toward him like a whirlwind, snortei g hs. was such an unusual sight-that of the riderless al thus careering among them so unexpectedlythe savages, b ese t in their turn, and w ith their ow n saddles being rapidly emptied by the whistling bullets from above, hardly knew what to make of it. ''Good boy! noble boy!" cried Buffalo Bill, caressing Bucks kin s nose and neck as the animal halted at his s ide. "I knew I could depend on you, my hearty!" Then he was in the saddle at a bound and continuing his rush toward the hostile position, in order to double around the base of the s lope and make his return by a way comparatively out of range. Having r etained only a hunting-knife_ and a couple of revo lvers in his belt, ho\\'ever, he could not afford to venture farther than wa,; necessarv to draw the redskins' fir e and at the same time give him a general sweeping view of their preparations. He was returningas he had intended, when five warriors-including War Dog, came charging down hill upo n him iri a perfect frenzy of mingle d revenge and fear. "'So be it!"' muttered Cody, between his teeth, a revolver iri either hand. "I'm suited." At a mere piessure of the knee the noble Buckskin had come to halt in the rocky path. Even a couple of tomahawks whizzing simultaneously past his ears, one of them narrowly missing his rider's head. did not cause him to budge an inch or move a muscle. At the same instant Codv let out with both revolvers, dropping the two hatchet-throwers, who were foremost, out of their saddle Then the two ponies collided upon Buckskin with a shock that hurle d them to the ground, and before their riders could disengage themsel ves from the tangl e both stiffened out b eneath the floundering animals, each with a bull e t in his skull, while a fifth ball brought the mustang of the fift h and last assailant-War Dog himselfto bis knees, with the shot in it s throat. \Var Dog went flying far over th e stricken brute's head, lo sing his rifle, but making a fierce lunge at the saddl -throned Border King during his flight. At another touch of the knee Buckskin sp un aroun
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22 a q'HE BUFF J\LO BILL STORIES. assisfan ce, lie placed Hie cask well out of sight in the low fork of a tree,. arid applied an improvised time-fuse, to be lighted at the proper moment. "That'll do for the present I reckon," said Wild Bill. "Now, if we have to abandon this clump, Bill, where 's the best place to make otfr next stand?" Buffalo Bill looked out and down t0ward the broad and foaming creek-ford. "There!" he replied, pointing to a tree-turfted little islet midway in the boiling wate rs "Exactly!" wifu an approving nod of the head. "And that fuse i s a ten-minute one, w hich will give the r eds time to just get well into possession of this clump of trees after we've deserte d it Come <1n. !" CHAPTER XV. evaded, and then to be hurled back out of the sa a tremendous hilt-blo w delivered squarely betw eyes. "Hooray fer our side!" yelled Tomahawk T waking up effectually at la st. "If this hyar is but show, I'm inter it tooth an' nail, boots, b breeches." He had b ee n Wild Bill's elbow companion in fense line, and before him l ay a small heap of hawks, collected one by o n e from the near-at-han Suiting the ac tion to e word he dropped hi and began to throw the atchets with the ene r precision which was hi s fighting speci alt y and had for him his characteristic name. The re su lt was suc h as might have followed as blad ed lightnin g strok es. Indian after Indian went tumbling out of the s a swift succession, and more or less mutilated by the B y FIR J;: A N D FI, 0 0 D. weapons. Th' e oauntless brace of pards stepp e d back to their In the meantime, the remaining Rescuers had general defens e line at the north side of the clump. an instant cease d their effo rts. As they did so the entire body of mounted savages It was mo re than eve n savage nature could sta 1 suddenly broke from cover, and came galloping up the The charging column finall y broke, and fled i slope in a serried, headlong charge. porary panic down the slope, leaving more than "The blasted fools, not to divid e an' take u s on two of their b ra ves dead or dying on the ground. sides!" growled Wild' Bill, half under his breath while "It was our l eve l best, an' all of it," coolly re taking his station in line with the others. "However," Wild Bill, retu rning to cover. "But it's more'n grimly, "that1s their outlook." hope to do again." ''Wait for the word, boys!" sang out Buffalo Bill "That is true," said Cody. cheerily, "but 1when you get it loosen out on 'e m for all The next measures were promptly taken in touc y0u're worth." the plans already agreed on by the two l ead ing He waited until the oncoming column was within l ess for the s avages could already be seen preparing t o than two hundred y:.ition but for a s udden in spirat ion on the part of Wild whence a fre s h b o dy of I dians -the same that Hill. and his outlaws had welco ed a few hours previo liis own fine and pow e rful horse was hardly m ore the Territory frontier line-was just coming in vie than an arm's l ength back from wher e he crouched in hard gallo p, and less than two miles away. t he fir e s pitting defense line. "It's r e inforcement s, said Buffalo Bill q 'Ke e p clear o f hitting me!'' he suddenly thundered out. "Boy s, we must be beforehand in reaching that "I\e g o t a little private business d'rectly in front." down yonder. Forward.I" The next instant he was in the saddle, and charging Then ,Wild Bill, as the tittle l:iano were stlently Qut upon a kno t of the more foremost, a revolver in his ring out of the clump on their masked retreat, right hand, hi s huge. hunting-knife in his left. back: He was s uddenly among them like a bolt. "Remember, ooys, it's bnly a ten-minute fuse!" The g r oup consisted of eight or ten war.riors, Fortunately the course down to the water's edg induding War Dog. masked not only to the assailants, but also to the Two o f them instantly w ent d own before him, a butforcements which were htllrrying to their su l e t in the breast of each; a third was drawing an arrow though the latter were upon gaining the t o the h e ad, but tumbled out of the saddle, almost de-upper ford which was th'e defenders' objective poin capitatecl, before he could let it fly, by a descending But rthe pards had no difficult)" in getting there knife-stroke; a n d then, as the knot was still further disIA. break down oveli the rough slope, then a 2 entangl ed by three more of the great Silent Stireshot's 11hre>ugh inileuveniJ}g current, with the water almq bullets, War Dog himself spurred against him with up-theili is1and-:was:-ga:ined and lifted tomahawk, but only to have his own _, ;piecL.

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BUff ALO BILL STO RIES 23 lo Bill's first glance then was toward the apg newcomers. > e's only a score of 'em," he observed. "But recognize that seven-footer at their head. Isn't hunder, Wild Bill?" Bill nodded in response, quietly adding: ; where Big Thunder leads there's blood in th e a series of whoops and volleys from the aban lopc told of the second assault being made in that n under War Dog. e could be distinguished amid the general din rp breech-loaders of the two pards left behind. ten minutes, Bill?" wild Bill anx'.ously deof Cody, who had timed the lighting of the fuse :1.vatch. t of 'e m already gone," replied Buffalo Bill, watch 1 s an instant of tremendous suspense, for if Stark vins lingered too long they would be included in 1 strophe that was anticipated for the assai lants. ri ever, while a new exultation in the hostile whoops 1 the clump being carried at last, the two hunters l y spurred into view, and came thundering down 1 e at a breakneck gallop. v werough the forcl in l ess time than it takes to tell it, and then, loo sening ou t a leaden hail from their deadly br e ech-loaders, "ere a111011g the already d e m o ralized redskins. Then it was a slaughter, then a flight. Big Thunder and some of his braves, all wounded, s ucceeded in making their escape, to carry the appa llin g tidings to the parent tribe. One of the escaping redskins was the wound e d young warrior, whose mooot enab l ed him to carry the news to Col. Jack Corter, at Painted Rock. several h ours later, where he expired after delivering his message. The victorious pards did not follow up their trail until some hours after, and dusk was fast deepeni 1g w h en they sighted the twinklingfires of the outlaw encamp ment in the distance, and pitched their own camp o n a rise of ground offering some natmal facilities for de fense, fully a mile to the eastward of the rushing waters of the Nestagunta River. "Boys," somewhat thoughtfully observed Buffalo Bill, when supper was cooking, "we've had a hard tussle, but ou r success has been such that I for one can hardly r ealize it even now-without a wound or so much as a scratch on our siele." "Hold on, Bill! thar's one scratc h ag'in u s, though.'' laughingly called out the Little Corporal, holding up his left hand, which was slightly streaked with reel. "I got it among ther briars when breakin' out er ther clump." "I only wish it heel been ther Border Badits, 'stead er ther Cheyennes," growled Tomahawk Towners, moodily. "Mebbe we'll hev ther hull tribe clown on us afore we kin git at them white hounds over at Painted Rocle" And then, at the thcmght of L0ttie still being in the half breed's power, h e silently gnashed his teeth, and turned awav from the fire. "Uncle Sam's bluecoats may have a finger in the pie before that," observed o l d Enfie ld, who had blossomed out into something almost like genia lity since the fight, where he had borne his part very creditably. "There's three full ce-mpanies of the Eighth Calvary at Kaw Agency, and the murder of them three troopers is to be reclrnned for." "But it was Colonel Jack and his blood-drinkers who did them up, I thort," struck in Stark. "Good 'nough, yo un g man," was the response. "But it was Corte r 's sprinklin' of Cheyennes among his white crew that took the troopers' scalps, you can depend upon that." "An' Allannah's Ogallallas are also likely to take a hand," spoke up Wild Bill. "The C he yennes can't very well go wholesale on the warpath without rubbing against the Sioux, who hate 'em nat'rally only less than they do the Pawnees." Later on, when the evening meal was nnished, one of the nren on guard duty was perceived. comingthe fire, accompanied by a tall bla nketed figure on a power fully built cream-colored Indian pony "It's Three Arrows," said Buffalo Bill. "He ough t to be bringing us some news worth having." Three Arrows. for it was, indeed, he, on dismounting by the fire with his accustomed gravity, threw back his e nveloping poncho.

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2 4 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. As he did so an arrow was see n to be impaled i n one of its folds. "What does tha t mea n, Three Arrows?" d emanded Cody. "Ch eyenne was th e la co nic respo n se "Ugh!" seating h imself slow l y an d producing h is pipe; "since they begin the war upon us Ogallailas l et them look to them selves. When the White Q u een strike s s he will str ike hard." CHAPTER X VI. THE OUTLAW S .AT BAY. The first part o f T h ree Arrows' s tory was briefly told. T h e arrival of the pards had been duly reported to the outl a w camp a t Painted Rode In making his way from th e o n e camp t o t h e other the young brave had just been pursue d b y a small war party of Cheyennes, who had som ehow put in an appearance He had escaped their pur s uit but not w ithout one of their hostile a r rows pierc ing h is b lanket and scratching his skin. "Not very much, but enough!" he said, while display in g where the shaft had grazed the flesh. "Blood has bee n drawn-Ogallalia blood! Allannah and her people can ask for no more. Ugh! Up with the hatchet from its long sleep in the ground !" A ll this was good for the r escuers, who, i f the hostiles t h u s again interposed them and their outlaw foes. could as k for n oth ing better than a war between the Sioux a much m ore power ful and better organized tribe-and the bloodthirsty Cheyennes But the young brave's next and main repo r t was pro ductive of more varied emotions among his hearers. It dealt with his own and Patty Enfie l d's joining with the Border Bandits at Elk Creek. the fierce fight and the ubsequ ent ride to Painted Ro-ck. This, of course, included something more than mere passing mention of th e qniet hernism displ ayed by Hankins and the young outlaw, "Chipper" iVJelton, and of the forrner's defense and attitude toward his fair captive both befo1 e and sinc'e the conflict. Tndeccl, Three Arrows was rather disposed to be eu l o of the half-br eed to no little extent in his flowery eloq;wpt Yein, \Vhen Tomahawk Towners shut him up 1Yi: ]1 '.'. rear. "Ko 111orc er that!" bellowed the latter, with a stream of oaths and he spra;1g to his feet fairly beside himself with jealous rage. ''The idee er tbar bein' anything but pizen an' treachery an' cowardice in the half-blood hound! Don't tork ter me! He's on'y cunnin', cunnin' a n' connivin' ir). his black villainy-jess ez a rattler is, on'y a darned sight \n1ss 1'11 hev his heart's blood ter the r l ast, an' ther blackest drop!" Three Arrows had looked up haughtily at flrst, and t h e n smiled. He tmde r stood. "As the white Tomahawk Chief pleases," he replied, whi l e puffing composedly at his pipe. "What is good is good, w hat is bad is bad. Every man to his own privat e quarrel. Three Arrows never interfer es. "For Heaven's sake give of a rest, Tom commanded Buffalo Bill at last, as the lover was continuing his stormy ravings. "Every one else can't be exp e ct ed to be such an everlasting. unreasonable fool as yo u are just now And then, turning to Three Arrows, he said, "I suppose Corter and his gang are m5 warm receotion for us." ec The sub.stance of the young 0-gallalla's resper other and terser language than his was as follo\vs?' "Corter is at bay If he has Cheyenne friend!01 south of his fastness at the great rock's foot ;:: tongue bet ween the ru hing streams, so are the 0 hastening up that way, from the forts r both him 'and them to account. You will be on t5 bank to the north of him, though you will to whip off more of the Cheyenn es to get then even then should the latter fill in and hold the r back 0 you it cannot b e for l ong. Allannah t band must ere long be upon th em Ogallalla blrr been drawn, and it must b avenged. Iler scov1 spies are everywhere. Even by this time she 1 informed of the situation. Still, with these die tages against your enemy, Big Chief Bill, he ca;l.1 you off from Painted Rock, at l east for a while. fore, look out for tricks and surprises. The col one l is coarse and brutal, but no man's co\f"J fool. Three Arrows has said his say." He r e e, knocked the ashes out of his pip i m ounting hi$ pony, rode slowly back into the d1:1 The guard was trebled that night around t1 camp, it he!ng the intention, if not attacked in th? time, to delay the continuation of the march tow1 outlaw fastness until broad daylight. = At the first gray of dawn, however, the alat given, and then the pickets came gallopi.ng in ,/' announcement that a perfect cloud of redskins vancing upon the camp from th e direction of the 1 But the fire had been extinguished, the been fairly well chosen--on a rise of ground amO! era! huge rocks, partly masked by a bristling 01 trees. i ''Steady, all!" cried out Buffalo Bill, as th dropp ed into position in the dim half light, afte ing the anima l s in the clump behind. "'We've no rack-ro c k to help us out this time, but we ough as good for standing 'em off as ever." "No need er racl -roc k on this hyar racket!" cried the Little Corporal, who had Towners at bow and old Enfield at the other. "We're all rig\ Cody." But a moment or two later Frank Stark, w' between two rocks just behincl and above those which gave him a more exteflsive vi ew of the i suddenl v shouted, in an astounded voice: "Goocl Heavens! ju t look at the Indians!" In fact, they seemed to be cori'1ing not only in but in a small army, a swarming host. There was a brief. indistinct vision of waving 11 and toss{ng eagle-plumes, but with no other som the dull rumble of the l e i s urely advancing l:toof-b Then the rumble became a n e ar-at-hand, g, thuncl er, a chorus of savage yells, and at the s; stant the devoted hunters, plying their breech-Joa all they were worth, were girt in by a circle of rifl e shots and a rrow flights. They fought rather like fiend s than men, those and desperate few, but likewise as fighting fi'en they surrounded by that savage and revengeful 1l

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THE BUFF l:\LO BILL STORIES! 25 e aaylight broadened it revealed them still the of their po s ition, and with the en e m y mom e n ecoiling fro m the ir swift-v olleying front, l e aving ering of dead and d ying in his track, but unfor y no l onger in the invin c ible trim to whi c h they own somewhat accustomed when similarly as anct1 bese t of .the Ruby co w.boys was dead at hi s gun, and y et r so des pera t ely w ounded as to b e apparentl y p as t nk Stark had just spat o u t a b ull e t and t wo or thre e Jovial lit t le Joe Bevi n s was t empo raril y l e t t in g up rifle practice pickin g an arrow -h ea d ou t of t shoul d er. And the r e was a sprinkling of minor and casualties almo s t all al o n g the line. ver mind, boys!" cri e d Buffalo Bill, with his accus cheerfulne ss. "He r e they come again, but never I" of us i s doing it without saying it!" growled Bill, as anoth e r brav e cattleman, who had be e n er to should e r w it h him on the left, tumbled back, ead. next minut e the hor
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26 THE BUff ALO BILL S TORIES. "But did he consen t to fnrlough YOU this rnornin' fer to help u s ag'in his f iencls lhe Cheyen nes?" .. X o. clad; I took the liberty llnd e r previous and supe rior order s ." "\ Vhose orders?" ".\ llannah 's." And Palty exch an ged a strange l ook 1 ith the \ Vhile Q ue en Old Enfield restrained a fresh rnovement o f angry im patience. in onl c r to exdairn: ''\Vhat an you'll dare go back to Corter's ganga 1 ;te r alf this; "Oh, you dear o ld dad!" c rie d Pa tt.\' with her bright, free lallgh: not to kno\\-that I would dare anything? B es ide s, Hannah--" "r\llannah hanged .' roared the trader. "Cnrse it all, ba s that bleac h cl-out squa\\ -witcll me smerize d you as Hankins did Miss Lottie?" Choking with rage; h e could articul ate n o m ore though Patty sp urred up t o his side and p atted his cheek nn1rnrnring, half-tearfully, h alf laughin g ly "Poor, thick headed old dad! why can 't yo u let things go w hen they are goi n g all right?" ''Thick-headed, right!'' h o wled Enfield, fairly b esi( J e hims e lf. Blast nw buttons, Patty. 'f ye don't recognize my 'thority thi s minute, I 'll d i. inh erit ye I'll--" "Peace, Coyote-S nap-at-;\othing," sternly int erposed the \l\Thit e Queen, also pushing h e r horse toward him "Let the Agency F l o\\'er a\':ay al once. Three Arrows i s in r e adiness to her." She waved her hand commandingly, aucl Patty o b e di e ntl y s tarted off to w h ere Three A1TO\\'S was aw a itin g h e r. "Good-by, daddy!" s he called out. "And, by t h e way, Chief Cody, I \\'ant lo te ll yon of t\\o good m en and true among Corter's gang who ought to be kindly treated, if your crowd should eve r get on top. "Indeed !'' said Buffalo Bill. "And who are they, Patty ?'' "Half-breed Hankins, who i s just a goo d angel in top b bo ts toward M i ss Lottie. fo r one,'' was th e r ep ly. "And th e other i s M,-, Chipper IvT elto n a yollng man that I am partic ularl y intere sted in. That i s all... A nd th e n away galloped the G irl Rifle Shot, with her escort. Then it \Yas T o m Town e r s' turn t o begin to fret and fume at th e menti o n of H a nkin s h ated name in connec tion with m ercy Bu t before h e could int erpose a \\'Ord. Enfie ld contro l l ing the more vio lent expression of his anger, turne d u po n A llannah his rough face co ntorted with s u pp r essed rage: "If harm comes to that girl. \\'Oe to you, woman he hoarse l y cried. "Th ere m ay be o<:casion fo r s u c h a mi -fortune to \\Tinoyour hectrt wor s e than mi n e .. She gave him a s urprised l ook, h esita ted as i f to question him and th en passe d on to review the preparat i o n s her people '"ere making for going i n to camp The frontiersmen, under their leader's orders, only r ema in ed upon the field l ong enough to bu own dead, and attend to the requirements tin w ou n ded. e The hunte r s m ade th ir camp on the :'.\Iedicint 01 River ,.-ell in among the roc k s and trees, and, r ecnpe ralin g fr om their r ecent tough battle, devot1 tl se h ,e s t o narrow l y watc hin g s uch as was visiblt o utlaw camp at the wooded foot of Painted Rodi d opposite s h ore et Late in th e afternoon evera l signal shots wene in th e outlaw camp. and a few minutes later a r seen to ride clom1 to the wate r's edge and \\'avel r rag appended to the end of hi rifte. r "It's Red Rodman," s aid Flash-shot Frank, i s man was generally r ecog ni zed. i t ''I say!" sho u ted the f ellow; ''I'm a flag of truer come over?" e'l "\.\ f h at do you rhink, Dill?" asked Cody of Wil1t "The y re hemmed in. and wish to h e allowed j out,'' \\'as t h e s url y r espo n se. "Yes; talks chea.re come t Buffalo Bill made a sign. but at the same tim dubiously at tb e rushing stream, which seem. I\ visib l y swelli n g and gro\\'i ngmore dangerous ute. i t The 011tlaw m essenge r spurred fearlessly into 1 by dint of hard scram blin g, swimm ing. and \n1 last succeN l ed in crossing. "Er tough pul l by Jinks!'' h e exclai m ed, through th e trees to where th e hunters' even in a alreadv kin dled. "\Yi1al's your err:u1 d ?"demanded Buffalo Bill, i f .,, ;:) Corter sent yo11. o :Wall, 1 should ay so." "Be brief with your mes age, then, whateve r be." "Gill, Co l onel J ack s in er bad box-he ackno1: ., l. b "\''u th e r corn, was i 1 s me 111 s u s t ance. 'uns o n this side of ltim. hacked as ye a r e by the r ( l as. an' th r ee troops of Uncl e Sam's bluecoats goin' inter camp soulb of him, 'tother side er thef gnnta, Y" understand. he secs thet be'c; hemmed in:r "Good! Does he propose to surrender, then ?''r< "\l\'hal to you 'un '-\\hich'd mea1 a neck fcr evcrv man of us. Oh, Crimminy, no "\'\'e'll treat with him on no other terms. what does he propose?'' :r "Tcr give up b ot h ther gal. an' then be 'lowe N out at this ford, an g i ve th er army boys th er deade promptly. n .i\ol to be thought oL Eh, men?'' nd Codjl t o his followers. who at once set up a fierce, r shout i11 support of hi< words. "\\'e'll take

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 27 t ing back: fue you n g women, safe and so und As e rest, the unprovoked attacks on Ruby must be 1 out by the annihilation of Corter and his whole l, t then there was a louder and yet fiercer shout. Jepman grew somewhat pale, and moved uneasily in k ddle. et's ther last word, Ch ief Bill-ther very best ye'11 :r h e asked. s-fast, last, and all the time." 1 r ight," with a shrug of the shoulders. "Tben yc' ll r come an' take us. An' in this hyar state of ther s ye may find ther takin' of Painted Rock, Bill, 'ith ther Ogallallas anther bluecoats ter back ye, er c r job than ye' ll well handle." e'll bide our time 'd[u well, mebbe Colonel Jack won't." t d with these words the outlaw messenger abruptly ; ed his horse, dashed through the trees, and once took to the water. 1 t the stream had continued to rise so rapidly that a) his horse was swept from under him and, after e st exciting struggle, he succeede d in reaching the it e shore. commented Buffalo Bill. "If we're to be kept I reckon-with the bluecoats cutting off his retreat ck between streams-Colonel Jack and his gang are 1 o be kept by these same freshets just where he is." e frontiersmen accordingly posted their guards, and, a comfortable feeliing of having their game in hand, r ut making themselves easy for fue night. daybr eak, the rain havin g let up, one of the men on came dashing into camp with an alarm. h e bandits-they're giving/Us the slip," he s h outed. possible! exclaimed Buffalo Bill. "Giving us t he ) l ( Ut 10W [ y wimming their horses straight down the Nesta ," was the startling rep l y. r e cornered outlaws were deperate, and scarcely h allowances had been made for the reso ur ces of rate men when brought to bay. en the frontiersmen had gall oped down to a point the junction o f the two furious and swollen streams, el and hardly credible sight was revealed to them in erie dim light. was that of the entire outlaw band-some forty in r white and red-heading straight down the main 1 in a long and straggling procession, as fast as hor ses could swim. ick 'em off!" shouted Buffalo Blll suiting the action e word by shooting one of the figures out of the e "If they e ffect a landing a mile belovv, they'll have a short cut ahea d of u s bade fo Ruby. Quick, let not a man escape His men all then began to shoot, though with indiffe r ent success by r eason of t he unc e rtai n light, the long ran ge, and tfhe constant, undulating movement of the ob jects aimed at. One female figure a lon e was marked among the fu g i tives, and she was with a single companion toward rear of the swimmers "It is Lottie," announced Cody, bri n ging his fiel d-glass to bear. "And it is Han kins holding her bridle rein. I can't make out either Pa.tty or Three Arrows among tha rest." "That's enough fer me," exclaimed a deep, harsh voice. !" A nd a single h o rseman, separating him self from the frontiersmen, abruptly rode uut into the rushing tide. It was Towners. CH.'\PTER XVIII A STRANGE LOVER. \!\Then R ed Rodman returned to h s outlaw associates, minus his horse and gun, there was general g loom ove r the discouraging report he brought back with him: Corter ripped and s1rnre for a while, but presently quieted down and held a brief consultation. "Th ey ain't got ther ropes round om gullets yet a while, boys!" he said at last, with an effort at cheerfulness. "Take er g oo d rest to-n ig ht, f e r I may have some tough work cut out fer ye by daybreak, 'r sooner." "Colonel Jack! piped out James, "I'll bet my head I kin suggest a better an' plan fer bringi n' Buffalo Bill round to your terms anything yon've got in mind." "What's yours?" demanded the outlaw leader, curi ously. Both Lottie and Patty \\ere standing in the firelight, at the door of the hut whi c h had been assigned to their ac commodation. The boy-fiend's eyes snapped as h e point e d to one young w o man, then t o the other, aid thl"n tc:rned t o Corter and t he others with a cli:ibolical grin. "Ain't them two our h ostages Co l onel J ack? he de manded. "Send word ag'in ter Buffalo Bill ter grant your proposition, 'r both these liyar sprir:g C'hickens' throats '11 be s lit inside of an hour. I r eckon he'il understand ye then, an' "-witih an inf ernal chuckle, he h ere drew his hunting-knife and tested its keen edge with his thumb, while l ee rino horribly at the captives-'.'I'll do the slitt1n' fer ye." Patty maintained her calmness, but Lettie, who had never been able to ev e n r\O!gard the boy outlaw without an

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2 8 THE BUFFALO B ILL STORIES internal shudder, had grown white; 1rhile b o th Hankins and Three Arro11s 1vere looking ;,tt him with ill-concealed anger. "\Vhat ye finclin' fault with?" sna rl e d the youth, as both Corter Anders on sought to lead him away, while mak ing lig 1 ht of 11hat he had sa id. "Look at her!., pointing to Patty 11ith specia l ani111osity. "Ilev yer even yet called her an Tlirec r\rrows to account fer the comfort they carried to our sworn enemies in this mornino's battle?'' ".iViind your 011n consarns, you devil's imp!" cried Corter, fetching the youth 41n angry cuff as Bill Anderson drc\\ him away. 'Tl\ 't end ter callin' thet pair er beauties ter account when I get ready ." And he flung a savage look at both the G irl Rifle Shot and her at tendant. ;;Be on your good behavior, Colo n e l Jack." Patty called out. wit h he: accustomed airiness. "You cant w ell afford to make threats, 1Yith a n oose about your amiable throat." After 1Yhat see med to have been a good. long rest but while it 1rns still pitch-da rk, Lottie 1rns a 11ake11ecl b.1 a mov ement at the hut entrance. Then s he perceived two forms th e re '.Yhich. as s he sat up, she recognized as belonginn a:nd those two faifhful m e n at her side 111 ''Oh. but whv. then, should ) o u have l et her:>t s uch a h azard?" -I "lt "ill be more to her lasle than l o yours." 1 sides, T am not particularly interested in Miss Pa l Lottiie hesitated a moment, an L th e n said: I am r eady But he stayed her with a "}.1iss Lottie," said be abruptlv, and with an a sombreness, if not mournfulne;s, in his tone, s l erred-wronged you deeply-in 11hat I have dom nothing, 1as you have already been made to un(' bnt my h o norable l ove to urge in my excuse. 1 "Accord me one boon!" h e continued, wit1'. eagerness. Say 1.hat yo u at l east credit me ; cerity in my mad and hopeless love for you-ah, \Vei l I do say it I do c r ed it you with that, thi tie at last replied, with as much coldness as s ... assume. He thanked her with a grateful gesture, and' said: "One moment mor e miss. Of course, you rt the magNetic or mesmeric power that I exerci! you at the recollection. "And 1 suppose you must feel that I could ei again, if so minded?" ''Yes, yes; I s upp ose so ." lie smiled s adly, as sl)e remembered it. "Fear not," h e said, gravely. "There is no d my doing so. I hall very lik ely soon give ya1 proof of my l ove, and of my despair. Come, nc camp is a lr eady in movement, and I see the hi{ dawn. We will go now, mi ss." \ Vhen the strange procession was in readine

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THE BUfff\LO BILL STORIES 29 its water retreat from the wave-washed lower ther e was naturally excitement and rage over the arance of the Girl Rifle Shot and her two guides, orteT and Anderson being especially iniuriated arm ed. -I they got no satisfaction from either Hankins or both of whom stood stolidly in line, waiting for -\\ urn to take the water, without a word. s all your own fault, Colonel Jack," cack l ed out the e r t e utlaw. ut up, yer gallowsimp snarled Corter. "Gab p mend n ot hin'. Besides, we make ther landing n mind we kin reach back on ter Ruby by a short ore Buffalo BiM an' his gang kin well guess what's e of us." d then the swimming re.treat was begun. was continued desperately and in comparative v e even after the discovery of the retreat on the part c ffalo Bill and his men, and when lhe firing began. n't fire back!" called back Corter along hi s floating n, even after a saddle or tvy.o had b ee n emptied on. "Cuss 'em! they can't do us much damage in yar dimness an' this fur off, an' we can't afford ter away cartridges, if they ;:an. Besides, th ey can't .ts a l ong way clown." a en a hoarse shout was heard, and T o wners, with up D I tomahawk, was seen swimming his horse directly g oward Lottie and Hankins. pite of the command to the contrary just r eceived, zen or more outlaw rifles were l eveled toward the g ne1nomer, when a strong, imperious voice ud shou tee! out : shoot that man! His business is with me CHAPTER XIX. ON THE RUNNING WAV!. ie snout was the ha! f-breed's. wa. obeye d in a measure; at leasl n o immediate sho t fired. en, still retaining his grasp on Lottie's bridle-rein, kins indi ca ted Towners' near approach, and turned rd her. Ie is coming for yo u," he said, with sometbing ble in his calmness "Tell me, yes or you him?"' e, yes!'' she murmured, hardly knowing what she hen, for she had momentarily turned away her head, e was a ringing, clo se-at-hand rep ort, shou ts from ners and several others, and she scarcely knew what happened. ut, for all twat, Hankins, the half-breed, had just shot himself dead, and his b ody was swirling and sinking away down the sweeping tide; his riderless horse had collided against her own so violently as almost to unseat her; and now it was Tomahawk Towne r s' strong hand that was grasping the bridle-rein, and gl1iding her back s lowly out of the straggling, swimming outlaw line "Lottie, it 's me !-I've got ye r back a t last!' she heard Towners s ay, in mingled exultation and w on der. "An', then, who'd hev thunk it of thet skulkin' half-breed? But, then, perhaps, he war afeard of me, an' jess knowed his jig was up." But they were not y e t out of danger, and outlaw bullets were already whistling about th em, while seve ral of the men at the tail-end, including the bo y -fi'end, swimming their animals nearer for surer shots. ''Kill 'cm-slaughter 'em both," yelled the stripling, leveling his r evolver afresh. "Cu ss it all! why didn t Colone l Jack let .me slit thet gal's throat when I wanted to? If I on'y hev ther chance ag'in--" Here Towners' tomahawk was let fly from his di se ngaged hand at la s t. killing one robber, and then knocking the boy -fiend's pistol out o f his hand in the glance off, besides upsettin g him into the \Yater. And then revolver in hand, Buffalo Bill him self was seen pressing to the r esc ue on B u ckskin The noble brute was proving himself no less peerless in the water than on the land. In fact, was bearing his gallant rider down upon the group like a perfccl streak. Crack, crack, crack! went the rema i ni!1g shot s from the Border King"s revol ver. eac h one w ith more or less effe.ct; and then Towners a nd hi s fair charge were free in the passage to the shore. The shore being regained, To\\'ners and another man were sent off with Lottie to the place under Allannah's care, together ,1 ith notificati o n to the 'White Queen of the outlaw's escape from Painted Rock. The fro ntie1 s men lost no tim e in continuing pursuit of the :floating outlaws along down the river bank, opening fire upon the fugitives when eve r it could be done to advantage. The latter, howe\er, ,1ere not long in disappearing out of harm-way around a r ock y bend, where their pursuers coulcl no longer follow a nd harass them in this way. There was then nothing for it but to make a detour around behind the point, in the hope of once more coming parallel with an d covering the swimmers to better pur pose before they cou ld effec t the landing on the opposit e side, which it had be e n l ea rn ed from Lottie they were making for. The detour. howeve r took more time than had been anticipated, and the swiftness of the river's current was, moreover, it! favor of the swimming fugitives. As a consequence, by the time the frontiersmen again

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The only pubiication authorized by the Hon. Wm. f. Co (BUFFALO BILL) ----'THE---.. Our Ne'v 5c e Weekly /\ Sure Winne ________________________________________ __ Hon. Wm. F. Cody (Buffalo Bill) We v;ere the publishers of the first sto1 ever written of the famous and w or 1 ( renowned BUFF ALO BILL, the most darin scout, wonderful rifle shot, expert guid greatest Indian trailer ever known, and popular hero whose life has been one su 1 cession of exciting and thrilling incident combined with great successes and accorr. plishments, all of which "!fill be told in 1 series of grand stories which we shall place before the American Boys. !'hese exciting stories will appear larly in our new Sc. weekly to be known ai ,.,_ RE.4D THE FO! -L.OWING TIT!-.S J. Buffalo Bil!, the Border King. A story of daring deeds. 2. Buffalo Bill's Best Shot. A story of Wild West Adv enture. 3. Buffalo Bill's Victory A story o l ta nt;ied frails 4. Buffalo Bill's Rifle Rangers. A story of Rough Riding Rescue s. LOOK OUT FOR THE OR!EA T INDIAN STORiES STREET & Sl\!IITHt Publishers, NEVI YORK

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1 JESSE STORIES James. WE were the first pub-lishers in the world to print the famous stories of the James Boys, written by that remarkable man, W. B. Lawson, whose 11a;.,.-:e is a watc word with our boy:> Vve have h8.d many imitators, and in order that no one shall be deceived in accepting the spuricus for the real we shall issue the best stories of the James Boys, by Mr. Lawson, in a New Library entitled "The Jesse James. Stories," one of our big five-cent libraries, and a sure winner with the boys. The first four issues are: "Jesse James, the Outlaw. A Narrative of the James Boys." "Jesse James' Legacy; or, The Border "Jesse James' Dare-Devil Dance; or, Betrayed by One of Them," "Jesse James' Black Agents; or, The \Vild Raid at Bullion City." STREET & SMITH, Publishers, New York. BUFF ALO BILL STORIES The only publication authorized by the Hon. Wm. F. Cody (Buffalo Bill.) Buffalo Bill. WE were the publishers of the first story ever written of the famous and world-renowned Buffalo Bill, the great hero whose life has been one succession of excit ing and thrilling inci-dents combined with great successes and accomplishments, all of which will be told in a series of grand stories which we shall now place before the American boys. The first of these stories entitled "Buffalo Bill, the Border appears in No. I of our new five=cent library entitled "The, Buf falo Bill Stories." STREF.T & SMITH, Pnblishers, New York. CARTER STORIES THE best known detective in the world is Nick Carter. Stories by this noted slettth are issued regularly in ''Nick Carter Weekly" (price five cents), and all his Nick Carter. work is written for us. It may interest the patrons and readers of the Nick Carter Series of Detective Stories to know that these famous stories will soon be prcduced upon the stage under unusually elaborate circumstances. Arrangements have just been completed between the publishers and Manager F. C. "Whitney, to present the entire set of Nick Carter stories in dramatic form. The first play o"f the series will be out next fall. STREET & SrvIITH: Publishers, New York. DIAMOND Diamond Dick. ICK STORIES THE celebrated Dia-mond Dick stories can only be found Diamond Dick, J r.,The Boys' Best \Veekly." Diamond Dick and his son Bertie are the most unique and fascinating heroes of vVestem romance. The scenes, and many of the incidents, in these exciting stories are taken from real life. Diamond Dick stories are ccnceded to be the best stories of the \Vest. and are all copprighted by us. The library is the same sizo and price as this publication, with handsome illuminated cover. Price, five cents. STREET & SMITH, Publisi1ers, NEW York.


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