Buffalo Bill's avenging trail; or, The secret of a grave

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-Issued Weekly. By Subscription $2.50 j>er year. Entered Sec01zd Class Matter at New York Post Office by STREET & SMITH, 238 William St., N. Y. No. 6 Price, Five Cents "LIAR!" SBbUTED BUFFALO BILL, AND UNHEEDING THE LEVELED PISTOL HE SPRANG FORWARD TO BIS ACCUSER.

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Publie<11ion authorued tw the Hon.Wm.f.(o{jy cBu;rtc0 ) Issued Weekly. By S1'hscripticn $2.50 pw year. Entered as Second Class Afatter at the N. Y. Post O.ffic1, hy STREET & SmTH, zyS William St., N. l': Entered accordingto Act of Cong-ress in tlteyear 1901, in t/14 Offic e oft!te Librarian of Coness, Waslti11,11t o n. D C. No. 6. NEW YORK, June 22, 1901. Price Five Cents ..... BUFFALO BILL'S AVEN61N6 TRAIL; OR, The Secret ol a Grave. By the author of "BUFF ALO BILL." CHAPTER I. A RUN FOR LIFE. Four horsemen were flying for their l ives across a Western prairie, tl1eir horses urged to top spe ed in an eudea\or to escape from those who were u pon lheir track and who were mercile5s foes TJ1e pursuers were full half a hundred Indians, stretched out in a long l ine of chase accordiug to the speed of the ponie s tl1c y rode The four fugitives w e re well mounted, but they kept back by s everal pack animals the y were leading, and which they cared not to de sert s av e in the la s t extremity. Two of the men were plai11sme;1, for no one could mistake that fact, rough-riders, weather-be:::te n, hard fig ht ers -in fact, thorough borclermen, well i ;101mtecl, well armed, bu ckski n-cl n d with broad sombre ros sbad i ug their stern faces-ready to stand up and die right there i f called upon to do so. 'I'he other two were of a different t ype, and English beyond a doubt. One was a stern-faced man of thirty, darkly bronzed, handsome, well-formed. and with the air of a soldier who had seen some hard service and was true as steel. Well dressed iu bunting costume, armed with the lates t pattern of rifle and revo l vers, splendidly mounted, be look e d just what he \ms, an English gentleman come to Americ a for a pmpose he had the will and determi11a tiou to carry out, if it were in mans power to do so. The fourth rider was the half-companiou, of the othe r aud nls o an E11giish:na:1. The four w e re urging their horse s to the utmost in their def. ire to reach a rise m i les ahencl where the r e was a clump of thick ti111ber, a11J scattered rocks. 0:1ce there, they lir:d, at least, a shelter for themselves and horses, and a chance to sta11d of! the great odds against them. "We' ll miss one man a heap, sir, I.lilt I'm thinking either Barney or me better take the best critter a u keep

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THE BUfff\LO BilL STORllESo right on to the fort fer help, fer if we is all caught in ther timber we h as got ter fight it out with 110 hope of gettin' aid." So said oue of the plainsmen as they rode along, alldressiug the Englislmrnn who looked to be the leader. ''You know best, gllide, so use your own judgment. "We will reach the timber without doubt. but with little time t o spare, and my llorse, pe rh aps, would be the best for ,the nm. "How far is it?" There was n o anxiety in tone or look of the speaker, aud he glanced coolly back at their pursuers. "All of thirty miles, s ir, an', as Barney is the -lightest, b e better go only we'll keep his weapons as w-e wifl need 'em, save a g un fer him ter carry ag'in accideuts. ''I'll go, though I don't wish t e r desart yer, fer ter me it do look as though thar be no hope fer them as rem a in s, though I'll do my b es t ter git h elp from ther fort." This was not encoriraging, and yet it was spoken to m en who were looking death squarely in the face. ''It is a strange circumstance, meu, that I had a brother killed on these American plains nearly t wo years ag .o, a n d by Indians. "Carrol, my man here, 'iNas wi th him and he came on a hunt for big game, was caught alone far from camp and sla in--at least, that is the s tory as told to me, and his body was found, and he had b ee n shot and scalped. "Carrol had it buried, aud then he returned to England, and I am here now to visit the grave in which my brother i s buried." "It was his body, a ll right, sir, though hard to r ecog nize, I adn;it, as it was some days before it was found,'' said the servant. "Doubtless it was, but I must have the proof," and, again glancing back, t he Englishman added: "The leaders are gaining upon us steadil}r .. "Yes, these pack animals can't keep up with horse ut.ider the sadd l e, but hold on like grim death, say I, to our grub an' outfit,'' said Guide Barney. ''Oh, yes, if we had to ?top and fight for i t : but I be lieYe we can give a good account of ourselves once we reach the timber, the Englishman remarked. "If we doesn't, them Iuj uns rejoined Bruce Bond, one of the plainsmen, dryly. They were now nearing the timber, which was thick, on considerable of a rise, and with little mounds of earth and rock bowlders near the edge, which would be a good shelter for defense. ''Barney, yo u be a ll ready ter dig out, soon as we s trike ther timber, an' yer better take ther gent's horse as ther one fer ther work. ''It will take yer four hours -ter git to ther fort, one ter git ther sogers ready, and as much as five ter git back, all of ten hou rs ter make it, an' don't.let 'em fergit we is fightin' fer life whar chances is big ag'in us an' our sca lp s i s wanted badly," said Bruce Bond, and Brad Baruey ausvverecl: "My hair won't li e easy Ulltil I saves yours, pards, so look fer h elpter come soon as it kin be got toyer, an' Inj un blood ter run if we finds yer wiped out.' The Indians, meanwhile, were gaining, and came dashiug on in a way that showed th ey intended to rush in on the palefaces before they had a chance to rally and get ready for an attack. -Nearer and nearer the fugitives drew to the timbe r, and soon were right in its shadow, with a dozen red h orsemen close behind and three times that many stretched out on the p l ai1:l within a mile. Bruce Bond had selected the spo t in the timber where they would enter, and was heading toward it, when suddenly a horseman rode out of the thicket directly toward them, threw hi s rifle to his shouUer-and pulled trigger. A chief iu advance fell backward off his pony at the crack of the shut, a brave fo llowi11g tumbled headlong from his saddl e at a second shot, whil e a wild war cry broke froai the lips of the horseman \Nhom the two guides and the Indians at once recognized. ''The Long Hair-Pa-e-has-ka, The Long Hair!" was the name tha t came from the IllClians in startled cries. ''Buffalo Bill!" cri e d Bruce Bond, the chief guide, in an exultant tone. CHAPTER II. A STRANGE MEETING. "Back to shelter, a ll of you--then turn and fire. Those reds must be beaten back-now!" So ordered, in a commanding voice, heard by the Indians, even, the horseman who had come alone to the r escue of the Engli shman and his party. '' I go 011 to ther fort fer help, Chief Bill?" call ed out Brad Barney, one of the guides. ''No, I have help within hearing of our rifles. Stand ready, all!" With this command, the horseman, w ho had hastily l ed his horse back into the shelter of the timber, ran to the front to face .the charging Indians. The Englishman and his servant quickly placed themselve s on one side of him, their eyes fixed ui:ion the spl endid-looking man who bad risked his life to aid the m. Upo n the other side were the t wo g ui des ] n ti S( p n They were all ready for action. a1 The Indian s bad checked up under the deadly fire of b the horseman who had so suddenly appeared. but \\"ere o

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THE BU ff A L O B ILL S TOR I ES. only aiting to have others come up and charge i n large forc e upon those they had believed would soon be their pre y. "Now th er are coming-throw no lead away-fire!" call e d out the bold rescuer, and his and the other fou r rifle s c ra c k e d t ogether. 'Pump it into them," was t h e next ?rcle r UDde r such a coolly determined and deadly aimed vol ley the redskins wavered, fired a few shots in return, sent a shower of arrows into the timber and fled out of range. They dared llOt press on until their whole force had come Lip. 'l'li e n, ontnnmbering the whites ten to one, th e y wou l d -cas h in upon them in an irresistible rns\J and .kill them at clo s e quarters, if half their brnves fell. But as the triumphant cheer of the five men died away afar off there was b eard the 110tes of a bugle. "Ab! C aptain Dangerfield has heard the firing, sns p e ct s I am in trouble, and that is his call to me that he is coming." "Yes, and ther reds hears it, too, fer look at 'em going now," cried Brad Barney. "They is, fer a fact; but we owes our lives to you, Bill, f e r they'd a broke in up o n us fer sartin in 1ad rush they made if ydu bed 11' t been here,'' said Bo11d. They might have, and might not," was the modest reply, and he turned to the Englisman wi t h the re 'mark, I as he saw an arrow sticking in his coat sleeve: "You are >Youuded, I f ear, sir." "It is nothing-a scratch, a11
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THE BUFF J\LO BILL STORIES. killed at a motte twenty miles to the south of here, many moons ago?'' "The Red Heart remembers; it was said that my braves killed him." ''True; the stranger who was kill ed was the brother of my friend, here, and tl:ose slain with him bordermen; now let the chief tell me where his young men were then?" ''They were far from here, many days' travel to the 11or t h." ''So I thought, and there were no Indians to my knowledge anywhere n ea r here at the time; now I would like two of the Red Heart's young men to go with us to the motte on the prairie, where the dead men were buried, and they shall be paid well for their work.'' ''Le t the Hunter come with me to the lodges of the Antelope and Running Bear ; they will go with him," and the chief Jed the way, followed by Buffalo Bill. As his companion turned to follow, he heard in a distinct loud whisper and ill perfect English: ''One mom en t, my lord!" Turning quickly, he beheld in the entrance to the tepee, the tall form of a white man. In surprise, he turned toward him, for he had not expected to see a paleface in that far-away Indian camp; but the man whom the chief had called by the name of Death Shot, gave him no time for thought, but said, hastily: "A word with you, sir, and kindly step in here out of sight of youder ''Yonder man, sir, is my comrade, and I may add, my friend; I have nothing to hi .de from him," was the haughty reply of the Englishman. The Death Shot smiled meaningly and answered: ''Yon may think differently when you know him as I do-nay, my lord, be patient and I will explain, for I left the fort to follow yon here, and protect you from a terrible danger." The man spoke earnestly, and with an impressiveness that caused Lord Elstone to ask, anxiously: "In Heaven's uame, what do you mean?" ''First, I know that you came to America to search for the body of a brother, st1pposed to have been slain by the Indians about a year ago." ''Suppose such is my duty here?" ''You have engaged the services of the famous scout, ::.d'falo Bill, to find the body of your brother for you, as lie is said to have buried him?" "\V ell ? ''Aud this Buffalo Bill tells you that your brother was slain by the Indians?" ''No, 011 the contrary, he leans to a belief that some desperadoes killed him." p "He should certai u l y know, m y Lord El stone." a ''What mean yol1 ?" asked Lord Elstoue, as the sa1 h mea11iug smile passed over the man's face. h "I repeat it, Buffalo Bill should know, above all el! 5 wh o kille d your unfortunate brother." ''Explain yourself, sir." "I say Buffalo Bill k uow s of bis death, and who kill him." t ''Great God! you imply a doubt of that man that canllot entertain, and your words seem positive tl!at 11 brother is really dead, though I h ad hoped against hoi: that I might, after all, find him a li ve, a captive amot f the Indians.'' ''Dismiss such a hope, my lord, for your brother dead, as I saw !tint killed," ''You! you saw my brother killed?'' cried Lrn Elstolle, excitedly, coming closely to the Deatfi Sho ) and looking him squarely in the face. ''I did, my lord. I had taken refuge -in the timbi f upon the approac h of some men, and, from my place 6 concealment, saw your brother and the two who accoi: panied him shot down in their tracks by one who lay : am bush." ''Good God! Do you tell me the truth?" "What motive have I to lie to you, my lord?" "No11e, that I can see; and who was it that killed tll brother?" ''A very desperate, dangerous mai:i, and one who fear e d as a desperado." ''Yet, what incentive had he to kill my poor brother? "One that has caused many a crime: the greed c gold, and your brother wore valuable and ha a purse well filled, as I h ad oftell seen, for I knew hir well." ''You knew poor \Valt er, then?" "Yes, we were often together, and yet I dared no make an attempt to save him, as in swimming a rive my pistols and rifle had become wet, .and I knew m. death would follow; but knowing that you were bein, led into the same trap as your brother, I left the fort am hastened here to warn you, as I heard you were comin, to the camp o f R ed Heart." ''From my heart I thank you: but who is it yo1 wot11d warn me agaiust, and what h ave I to fear?" Like lightning, the man's hand dropped upon th butt of a revolver, and the next instant, stepping ou t o the tepee the muzz le co\'ered the heart of Buffalo Bill who al that moment approached, accompauied by Ret Heart and severa l warriors. 'l'hen in loud t ones, h e cried: "I,ord El stone, there stands your foe, and the mur derer of your brother!" ''Liar !1 shouted Buffalo Bill, aud, unheeding th(

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 1 pistol leveled at him, be sprang forward toward bis accuser; but Red Heart gave a signal to his braves, ancl 11 burling theniselves upon the scout, he was dragged heavily to the ground, and after a fierce struggle, securely bound, Lord Elstone, in his amazement and grief at what he had heard, not knowing what to say or how to act. With a bitter laugh, the Death Shot glanced down at the bound scout, and cried: ''Ha! ha! ha! Buffalo Bill', my hancl,5ome desperado, 1 who holds the winning hand How?" I A shadow seemed sudd,nly tQ flit over the recumbent 1 form of Buffalo Bill, and the clear voice said, in riuging tones: 1 l ''I hold the winning hand, _Roy Kent!" Every eye was fastened upon the speaker, and they t beheld the slender, yet graceful and agile form of a r young girl! She was standing across the body of Buffalo Bill, her form bent forward, and both arms outstretched, while in 1 each hand she held a revolver. ill One muzzle covered the heart of the man she had i j a'ldressed as Royal Kent, and lhe other was poiuted at Red Heart, who stood just at the side of Death Shot. She was fancifolly attired in leggings, sl1ort skirt, and tight-fitting bodice, aud her belt contained a lon g knife, while a small repeati11g riOe was slung at lier back. Iler h ea d was sheltered by a ulnck sombrero, encircled by a gold cord, and ornamented with a plume upon the left side, which was looped up with a pair of gold miniature cavalry sabres. Her form was p erfec t her face beautiful in spite of its reckless boldness, ancl the eyes had a claugerous light in t hem as they reskcl upou th e white face of Roy Kent, from whose lips broke two words, as though in deadly fear: ''Wild Nell!" CHAPTER V. A IlORDER w911rAN. Wh en the name of Wild :Nell pa s sed the lips of Roy Ke:1t, or Death Shot, as the ludi:rns called liim, it was e\'ideut that the worn an was not ouly \Yell kuowu to him, but to Buffalo Bill and also th e redskins, the latter seeming somewhat startled by her sudden and unexpected presence in their midst. "Yes, Roy K e1;t, I am here to trump your little game of deviltry,'' said the woman, in a calm, threatening voice, and her slender fingers still lightly pressed the tri ggers, aud both Heart and Death-Shot seemed to fully realize that their li ves hung but by a s lender thread; but the white man's reckless nature came to his I! aid, and, without the tremor of a muscle at bis da n ger, he said, with a harsh laugh: ''Nell, your acting is daugerous here, so put up piaythings. The woman hesitated, and her hands slightl y trembled, iucreasiug the clange r of the two men at whom the muz zle pointed. "Put them up, I say!" The voice of Roy Keut was now stern and commaucling, and there was au evil glitter in his dark eyes as they looked full in the face of the woman, who now seemed Yisibly affected, for a tremor ran through her form, and as sl..ie lowere d the weapons, she cried: "Roy, I cannot aim at your heart; no, a thousand ,times, no." Her head drooped upon her bosom and she stepped back from her threatening attitude, while her hauds huug limp at her side, and in a voice barely audible, she said, plaintively: "Bill, you are doomed; I can do uo more." All, even the red warriors, seemed surprised at the sudden change that had come over the woman, alJd Buffalo Bill and Lord Elstone wondered at the strange influence of the man over lie r, an influence that seemed to hold her wholly in his power, and prove that some dark m ystery Jay behind it. As for Roy Keut, h e showed no emotion, not en::11 elation at his triumph; but again turniug to his bound prisoner, he said: ''You see, Buffalo Bill, that I do hold trumps you iu this game, aud I t ell you frankly that you have but a few moments t o live." "\Vhi;t Would you kill me as you would a mad dog?" asked the scout, indiguantly. '' Ay, as you have ofteu killed the poor redman, and even as you did th e brother of this ma11, who would ha\'c shared a like fate but for me; I will kill yo u without lllercy." ''No, I cannot permit this to be done, for I must firsl know that h e is guilty of what you accuse him, which I doubt decidedly; if guilty, the laws of your land, not you, 111 nst deal with him, and I warn you not to l ay bands upon him." It was Lord Elstone th'al. spoke, and there was that in his face which proved he would maintain his words; but,.with angry brow, Roy Keut turned upon him: ''I tell yo u Sir Englishman, that here on the bord e r w e take t he law i1l our own hands, and Judge Lynch shall se ttl e with Buffalo Bill." "Judge Lyuch as a magistrate, then, but not you." ''Ha! ha! that is good indeed; but you mistake me, my lord, for Judge Lynch in America i::; a slon t rope, and the n eares t tree."

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8 THE BUff AlLO B!LL STORIES. ''Ah, I comprehend your Arncricuuism now; but I repeat it, the scout shall not be dealt with except iu full fairness." ''And I tell you he shall die within the hour,'' savagely said Boy Kent, an d he dropped his hand meaniugly upou th e butt of his revolver. ''The palefac e is a fool; doe s he think the Red Heart has no to11gue ?'' Roy K en t started at the d eep tones of the Indian chief, arnl t11rned quickly tov:ard him, as though to question his 11eaning, and in the dig11ified manner of the warrior he contiuued: 'The palefa ce scout is a mig,hty brave, and he has led the armi es of the Great Fatlier into the lauds of my people, beating them back further and further toward the setting sun. "His eye is like the eagle's, and his hand like the rock, wheJJ he has met my warriors in battle, and many scalps have hung from his belt, but he has not a crooked t o n gue, and be is not a coyote to sneak away at the sight of a man or report of a rifle, and my braves honor him ''Listen: when people were at war with the pale faces, the Sioux came to my village and stole my only child, the Star Eye of the Pawnees, and the white scout met them in battle and took her from them and brought her to my tepee, though my young men were on his trail hunting for his scalp. ''Has the Death Shot heard enough, or does he wish me to put my braves upon his trall, that he comes to my ill age and me to turn my back upon my friend?" The face of Roy Ken t grew black, and his eyes glitt e red maliciously the quiet but telling speech of the Red Heart, whom he now knew had deceived him, and had never intended to harm Buffalo Bill. Seeing, by the manner of the Indians, that they sided "ith tlJeir chief, he said, fiercely: "Bah! the Red Heart talks like a squaw; but let him protect t e scout now, for my day will yet come to take :is life, and, old chief, my belt will yet be heavy with th e scalps o'f your warriors." With011t another word, the Death Shot turned on his hee l and walked toward his horse, which was lariated : pon the prairie not far distant. A few of the younger braves seemed anxio11s to follow him, but Red Heart called them back, while W i ld Nell bent over Buffalo Bill and quickly severed the rawhide bonds that bound his hands and feet, and Lord Elstone walked away, his breast filled with conflicting emotions. Springing to bis feet, the scout said, pleasantly: ''Nell, I owe you, perhaps, my life, for there is no telling what that villain would have done; but what is he to you, may I ask?" ''Oh, Bill, do not ask me," burst passionately from the girl's lips, and, as if to change the s11bject, the sco asked: ''But what brought you out here alone on the prairies i I know you know not fear, and are a good borderwoma c yet this is running a great risk.'' n "I came, Bill, to save you, for I knew that Roy Ket was plottiug against your life and intended to get R Heart to kill you." ''But why should h e seek my life, Nell?" u c ''Yon have thwarted him on several occasions, I bteolieYe, and with you out of the way he would hold power 011 the border." 1 ig "But how know you all this, Nell?" A pained expression passed over the woman's fac1,:1s and she answered in deep tones: Jar "I know it as well as I kuow that Roy Kent wrecke<> ii my life, Bill. But enough; I came to save you, and, Iii( 1 a coward, under his eye, I faltered, when .I should hav11 sent a bullet through his heart, but the time shall come when my nerve shall be as iron, and my aim shal be true.'' ''Ah, Nell, yours should be a different life from th one you lead; there are many men at the post who wou l 1 gladly make you their wife if you would Jove them." "Love! speak not to me of love, for I hate the word it is poison in my heart; b11t now you know that yofi; have a bitter foe in Roy Kent. Watch him!" an, Without a word more, she turned away, and going tl11 a pony lariated out upon the prairie, a 'ashed at11 full speed, just as Lordi F:Istone approached Buffalo Bill'E ''Cody, forgive me, if for an instant I doubted you; J now I feel that that man only had set a plot to get rid c b w you for some reason known ut to you and himself," and Lord Eh>tone extended his hand. m ''I hold no grudge, my lord, you are a stranger in a strange land, and having lost a brother here know nottl whom to trust,'' and Buffalo Bill grasped the extended hand, while the Englishman continued: b ''You Americans are a wonderf11l people, Cody, aa wonderful people, indeed; but, tell me, who was that strange woman?'' ''She is known as Wild Nell, my lord, and there endsu my knowledge of her, except that she lives aloue in a cabin near tlie Post, is a dangerous baud with a rifle,v revolver and knife, can ride like an Indian, and, thought admired by many, seems to have no preference for auy i one.'' t ''Yet that man, Roy K ent, seemed to possess almost a magnetic influence over lier." ''Yes, aud that is what I cannot understand, for I be 1 lieved lie hardly kne\Y h er, and now I am convinced that, beneath it all lies some de ep mystery, a mystery I s hall 1 yet fathom, for I wish to know lllore of this Kent.''

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THE BUFF ALO Bil'l STORiES. 9 011 "And who is he?" ''He has a milling interest of some kind in Colorado, es is said, and has bee11 a volunteer scout, and a good anne, for the Indians gave him the name of Death Shot, n account of his deadly aim." e '1 He js a haudso1ne1 tlashi11g fellO\V, a11d has evidentl y eceived an education." ''So I beli e ve, my lord, and, as he has now taken ,uch an interest in tne, I alll determined to find out more )e1egardi11g him, so shall at once put a couple of Indinus ten his trail, while we remain with old Red Heart to pight, and go 011 to the rnolte to-morrow." "I am nncler yom guidance, Cody," said Lord :e and he turned away to watch the squaws pre aring the evening meal for their braves, while Buffalo b 'ill 11 en t iu of the chief, Reel Heart. Ten mi11utes afler, three Iudia11 warriors mounted 11 heir horses and strnck off across the prairie, slowly fol ii owing the trail of the Death Shot. CHAPTER V. WHAT THE GRAVE REVEALED. With the early morn, and after a substantial breakfast the scout always traveled well provided with pro u visions-threc hor.,;em c n rode out of the Iudian camp ancl strnck a trail to the southward, followed by the' Indian village, which th e chief intended moving toward head-waters of the Repttbhcan River. Tlie th:ee who left the village were Bllffalo Bill, Lord lslone and Reel Heart, t11e !alter having dctermiued to f accompany his paleface guests as far as the lonely motte wh ere were hnried the remains of Lord Walter Elsto11e. A ride of a few hours brought the small party to the m olte. 1 As Lbey drew near, Buffalo Bill said iu a low \'Oice, as ttho11gh recnlling the rc.!t:Jernbrnuce with s::idness: l "I kuew your brother well, Lord Eistone, for I gave him his lesson in prairie-craft, and he was such au L apt pupil that he was w on t to go often alone on a huut." "\\'hen killed, ho\H: \er he hacl two compa11io11s, I ?" asked Lord El stone, gazing with deep interes t : upon the small grove of timber they were approaching. 'Two dead bodies were found near him, and they were evi 1 characters, well known on the border; a ll three were scalped aud stripped o f most of their cloth i11g, and this caused tbe report that Indians had done th e.deed. "As soon as I heard of the sad affair, through au old guide, I came 11ere aud buried the bodies, and, some time afterward, brought a headboard I had carved put with my kuife, and placed it al your brother's grave; b:1t, though I made diligent searc h, I could never dis CO\'er Indian traces near the motte, and at the time of the murder, there were no redskin bands seen in the vicinity, so I always bclie\'ed that white men had done the deed and tried to kme the impression that the Pawnees had been the perpetrators.'' "Aud the motive?" ''Was robberry, of course, for your brother uufortunately carried about with him cousiderablc woney, wore dialllo11d studs, s i eeve buttons and a ring of greal value." "It was wrong iu him to do so, and I agrte with you that they cost him hi s life, it he l ies dead yonder; bnt we will soon know." A ride of a few minutes more brought them to the 111otte, and beneath a large tree, Buffalo Bill pointed out three gra\es, one with an inge11iously carved board at tlie h ead of it. To this one Lord Elstone advanced, and, dismounting, stood with uncovered head before it, while two Indian warriors came out of a thicket near by and joined party. They were the same who had left the camp of Reel Heart the evening before. ''And the Antelope, where is he?" asked the scont, in the Paw11ee language. ''The Aiitelope follows the trail of the Death Shot toward the setting sun," answered one of the braves. ''Ah! he has doubtless gone toward his mine in Colorado; did the Death Shot come here?" asked Buffnio Bill. Iu answer, the Indians turned and pointed at t h e ground near the grave, and uuJerstanding his gestt: re the scout stepped forward and looked closely arottnd him. ''Yes, here is the track of his horse, and, my lord, look there!'' 'fhe turned quickly at the loud tone of Buffalo Bill, and his eye fell upon the other side of the grave, which had lately been disturbed. With his long knife Buffalo Bill quick!)' threw aside the earth and soon cau:e to a small cavity, from which it was evident that a small pu.ckage of some kind had been take n. "This looks decidedly suspicious, my lord, and if I mistake not, we are on the trail of your brother's 111u1-dere r. '' ''I believe you are right; now Jet us see if poor Walter is really buried here," and he turned his eyes upon the inscriptiou on the carved headboard, on which had been skillfully cut:. 'Lord Walter Els tone, ''of Eu gland. "Killed on this spot, 18-" With a hatchet, he took from his saddle, and the knives of the Indians who aided him, the dirt was

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10 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. quickly thrown from the grave, and soon the body ;ms reached 'l'he skel e ton only remained, for the flesh had mingled with the e arth; but the bones were to tell the story wh ether Lord Walte r Elstone had been buried there. Tenderly t\Je scout raised the skeleton liand and held it up. It was the l e ft hand and devoid of a thumb. "'l'ht1s far it is correct; now the bones of the left leg, which I told you were broken," said Lord Elstone, alm o st in a whisper. Tl1e scout took up the skeleton's left leg, and that c o rrob o r:Jted the story of the thumbless left hand; there w a s 110 d oubt that the grave contained the remains of L o rd \\'alte r Elstone, wbo had met a violent death in a land far a way from own England and the beautiful woman who bad indeed to mourn her lover dead. With white face and quivering form, the brother turned away, for before him lay all that was left of the 011e he had most dearly loved, and gladly would he, in the n o blene s s of his nature, have relinquished his proud title and estate s to restore Lord Walter to life. ) While Lord Elstone stood gazing out upon the prairie, Buffalo Bill gathered the bones together and placed them in a blauket, which was strapped on the back of one of the Indian ponies, for transportation to the fort, where a coffin would be provided to carry the remains to Eng land, for burial in the family tomb. "Now, my lord, I will leave you to return to the fort with these two Indian warriors, while I follow on the trail of Roy Kent, for I am determined to find out what brought him to this grave." "Very well, Cody, and I will await you at the fort, for I have now another duty to perform in punishing my brother's murderer." After a short rest, the party lHt the motte, Lord Elstone and the Indians returning toward the fort, and Buffalo Bill setting out alone on the trail of the Death Shot and the brave who had followed him. For some hours after leaving the motte, Buffalo Bill cont inued on at an easy gallop, his splendid horse, B righam, showing no signs of fatigue at the miles he c-ast behind him, and the trail plainly visible to the : xperienced eyes of the scout, especially as the Indian \\"arrio r 011 the track o f the Death Shot had taken pains to leave as broad a tr;1ce as possible. Toward the evening of the second day the scout ap proached the bills at a point where he knew there had once been a populous mining camp, but which was now almost wholly deserted, on account of the earth not ''panning out" as had been expected. Here and there, scattered through the hills, Buffalo Bill had heard that a miner had remained, hoping \Vl against hope that a rich yield of the precious yellotard metal would reward him for his clays of toil. l!i And in these hills it was said that the man known aa11, Death Shot had a mine in which he kept a man or two a\T i t work, and, as he seemed always. to have money, it watdsc believed that his lead at l e a s t paid him a revenue. m As he reached the foothills and began .the ascentk i Brigham suddenly gave a loud snort, which told tM1t. scout, as p!aiu as words could have done, that there w a _ra something ahead to be on the alert for. .il With his rifle in his hand and his eyes bent search .. f i11gly on all sides, Buffalo Bill urged his' horse again forward at a slow pace, and the animal advanced with caution into a small canyon, he came suddenly in sight of an object lying before him a hundred paces. 1:'0 Drawing nearer to it, the recognized at a glance d 11 the dead pony that had been ridden by the Indian war-; 1 rior Antelope. ;t A bullet wound was in the animal's head, showing, the cause of his death, and his trappings yet remained .e r upon him. 10 "Now to find the Antelope, whom I fear bas fallenat into harm." muttered tile scout, and with every nerveA f on the alert, be advanced up the canyon, Brigham sti111d i showing signs of uneasiness. ut "Ah!" Bl The single expression was qrnsed by the keen eyes of ii the scout falling suddenly upon the form of a man lying je upon the hillside. It In an instant he was b eside him, and he saw that it, was the Antelope, yet still living. ;cl Placing his fla$k of liquor to the Indian's lips, be gave him a draught, and it temporarily revived him,> though it was evident that he was beyond all aid, as a e bullet wound pierced his brawny breast. But the dark eyes opened, stared for a moment, and recognizing Buffalo Bill, the Antelope said, in a low tone: :o ''Antelope great brave, bnt he die now and go to k, happy hunting grounds." ''And who the Antelope?" asked Buffalo Bill. "The Death Shot; bad paleface." "I believe you; and he shot you, did he?" e "Death Shot lay on trail and shoot pony; Antelope 1'.J run on Death Shot here, and he kill me, .too; then Death j Shot laugh and go 'way." re "I'P change that laugh for him yet," muttered the ie scout, and he examined the wound of the Iudiau, who ;c said, faintly: "No good now; Antelope will die, but he great o brave." 11 ''Yes, and your people shall know you died like a chief. When did the Antelope see the Death Shot?"

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THE BU ff ALO BILL 11 'When the sun was yonder," aud he tried to point lo"IV!anl the eastern horizon, but the effort was too much him, and while the agony he suffered caused not a 1 asa11, he began chauting his wile\ death-song. atvith folded arms, Buffalo Bill slood near him, his vaS)dsome face stern a n d determined, and, as he gazed p n the dying savage, he had a wicked, revengefll l nt,k iu his dark eyes that betok;en ed 110 good to Roy b Jt. a ,.ra:lually the deatb-soug grew f ainte r and fainter, il t!Je lips ceased to move, and the Indian warrior hforeyer at rest. in th CHAPTER VI. in THE HIDDEN CAVE. oldiug the blanket of the dead brave around him, lllakin g a couch of his trappings, Buffalo Bill plced r-e body i i l a crevic e of the rocks, and with his knife earth above it, thus forming a grave. Ii "Now. llrigham, w e will see what there is ahead to f t erest us," said the sco ut, motrntiug his faithful horse, o had been making a rich repast off the juicy grass t grew in the ca ny o n. le After a short search, the trail of Roy Kent was found, diug on into the hills, and, following it, tlie scout utinned on u11til ui.';htfall, when he went into camp. But with tlie first dawn of day, h e was again on the f il, and in a few hours came to a halt .at a rugged hill[ ae. It was the old rniniug camp, which in its golden days had several tirnes visited; but uow all was desolation desertion. A few rickety old shanties yet remained, but they held occupants, and uot a sign of a human beiug could be .eu around. Here, too, the trail seemed to encl, for no trace of the on-sh od hoofs was seen leading e l sewhere. Ou the hillside was a ruined shanty, and into this the .out rode and
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12 THE BU ff 1\LO BILL STORDES. and threw the door open, and the bright sunlight streamed \Yithiu. "Now, my 111a11,11 and he brought bis flask into requisition, "drink some of this and it will refresh you, and then I will look at your wound, and see what can be do:1e for you,'' said the scout, cheerfully. "It is 110 use; his knife "'ent d eep in here; but are you 11o t Buffalo Bill, the Army S cout?" "Yes." ''I hme seen you at McPherson and also at Cheyenne. I cun glntl yo u have come, for I shall be avenged on the man who has plac ed me here. "Now to your wound, aud we will talk afterward." ''It's no nse, parcl, for I'm done for; he strikes with au iron hand, and my chips is called for; but it will bet t er rny dying hour to kuow that he is sarcumvented in bis d e\'ilt ry." ''To whom do you r efer?" asked the scout, though he felt that he co11l d answer his own quest ion correctly. "I refer to that imp o' siu, Roy Keut." "I thought so." "You k11ow him, then?" "Yes; I followed his trail to this mine, and left some more of lI i s r ed vrnrk in a grave behiud me." "Is that so? W e ll, he's done for me, and no mistake. You see, he a re the superintendent of this mine." The scou t smiled, for the mine looked little like need ing a superintendent, and seeiug it, the miner continued: "It do seem funny, I ll allow, pard, but the joke baiu t all visible yet; you see, as much as I knows o' the c ase, the boss was sent out here by those who didn't want him in St. Louis, and was paid so much for workiu' this old mine, which never did pan out good. Well, he hired me to do the workin ', and I got enough to make it pay a le e tle, until three days ago I struck it rich." ''What?" asked the scout, in surprise. ''True, I struck it richer tha11 a bank, aud there's h eap s o' the yaller metal back in that hole you took me out of, for there's a little creek runs t;nderground, and the dust is thar thick and no mistake." 'You surprise me.'' "I surprised myself, pard, and I was ruuniu' over to tell the boss, when he come and I let him into the secret, and to!d him as how his old ubcle in St. Louis wou ld be delighted, even i.f he was what you call a millionaire; you see, I knows the family, for the old man and I was cronies in the long ago in California flush days." "I fear you are talking too much; wait until I dress your wound and you have rested,'' said the scout, kindly. "I tell yer 'tain't no use, Bill; I'm a passin' rapid toward Jordan, an' ef I don't let loo s e my tongue tackle, I'll git acrost afore I can sarcumveut that devil, Roy Kent, aud he's up to dirty work, I tell yer. I must tall d for I'm bound on revenge for the trick he sarved me. "lay "I will listen, then, my friend." ter ''That's wh a t I calls on yer to do, an' yer've gotold do some workin' to revenge me, too, you bet. Now, arthE was say in', the boss has a rich uncle in St. Louis, has got a mighty angel-like gal, an' says Roy to ir de says he: tor '' 'Buck'-you s ee as how my name is Buck, leastwtrb that hain't it, for I are a liar, but. I'll let it go at thiHc an' I j .edge Gabriel better call me by it when he toot s l\ai: horn at J edgment, for my raal name I didn't act rigufi by when I was young, aud I don't want no such a fell as I be to be buried under the name of my good Cl' aud mother bad; bless 'em, they have gone, too, and Bt guess es as how I h e lped to hurry 'em to ther grave." 1 1 The tears came in the staring eyes as he recalled hfn parents, and the scout seemed deeply moved as he gazten 011 the flushed, feverish face, and held the rough hand: 11 bis own. After a momeut the miner continued: y a ......: 'But I'm off the t.rail, Bill; I was telling you abo et Andrew Melton, the uncle o' the boss o' this mine; \I.Jn was boys and Andrew pulled me out o' t\w millrace one day when I was hastenin' like ther mischit 0 to Jedgment, and I never forgot him for it, though m1 life has been a leetle rough since them days. iw "Well, Roy says to me, says he: if '' 'You've struck it rich, then, hev yer, Buck?' "Says I to Roy, I says: '''I have thet.' '} "'Good!' says be; 'then I'm a made man and Melton shall not know the mine ever panned out a re1u cent, for he believed it worthless when he sent me bet '.ll four years ago.' "Says I: ''\ 'Boss, I guesses as how the old man will know.' h '' 'And how will he know?' be axed, and turned o ,1j me quick. t 'Wa-al, I'll tell him,' was my outspoken remark. ''I ''He turned white as a ghost, Bill; but he didn't sa nothin', only told me to show him the lead I had strucks< and like a fool I went back into the tunnel with hi1 1 and showed him the dust, an' his eyes jist glittered lik1;. a snake's, an' I then seen my danger, for I'd left th1 shootin' irons in ther cabin here. e ''Well, he was on me in an instant, sboutin' like I t wild man: k '' 'You'll tell, will yer, you cursed fool?' ''I'm no child, Bill, but that devil has more strengtlc than one man oughter have an' be hnrn an, and be hellt me in his arms au' druv his knife in here twice; yap sees the holes the blade made.

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l'HE BUFF f\LO Bi LL STORIES. 13 I dropped down, au', afearin' he would strike again layed awful dead, and he look ed over the lead, tterin' t o himself about goin' to St. Louis, and buying old man for a song, and he do siug well, I'll allow, then comin back and workin' the mine for himself; that wasn't all he said, for he threatened to have deeds o' this mine in his name if he had to kill old lton and marry the ciaughter." "I'he villaiu !" exclaimed Buffalo Bill, i11dig11antly. 'He are worse than that, Bill, and you see how I will happy if I sarcumvent him, even ef I be dead." uffalo Bill did not exactly. see it in that li g ht, but he erstood the old miner's reasoniug, aud that was cient. 'Buck, I promise you faithfully to go to St. Louis, if .ed be, al!Cl 11ot a dollar of benefit shall Roy Kent ever from this mine, aud, when I strike him hardest, I'll 1ember you, for it is life and death between that man myself." ''You do me proud to hear you say so, Bill; but be man every bit o' him, so look out; whar he aims a let it goes, and no mi s take, and he can out-Injun a un in cunning, and he's game clean through. I 1 ws him, and I gives you warniug with death a-creep over me.'' 'I thank you, Buck, and I will be careful, for I well ow he is no comrnou man; but now, old fellow, tell if I can dq anything for you?" 'Nary; the old folks is dead, aud I guess my brothers d sisters do not wish to be reminded of me, for I ught only misery and shame upon them." u ffalo Bill turned upon the speaker with surprise, for voice had suddenly grown stronger, and he had oily dropped the dialect of the border. 'Yes," he continued, ''I was a hard case, and went the bad, in spite of all that was around to make me a n. 'I drank hard. gambled, and, it is the old story, Bill took a life and :fled to save my own. 'Yes, there is cme to whom yo u can b ear a message, send one; she was the oue woman I all us loved, and loved me. 'After m y flight, her father forced her to marry a 1 h man; h e r e is her likeness. aud name; mine is eath it.'' J3ut he had not the strength to take from around his k a mini ature liken e s s set in gold, and the scout cut leather thon g that bound it, and p l aced it in the ids of the dying mine r. twas the picture of a young girl, with large, sad blue s, and a face of rare beauty; u po11 the reverse side of e gold case was engraved: ''ALFRED BUCK ''to ''MAY CURTIS. ''October r, 18-.11 The miner turned his burning eyes an instant upon the young face, and said quickly and in hoarse tones: "Take it, Bill." After a long pause, he continued: ''Any one in St. Louis-that is, those of a quarter of a ceutury ago-will t e ll you who May Curtis married; give her this, Bill, and t e ll her Alf Buck never married, and died with this by him." His features worked con vu lsively, and after a spasm of pain he seemed to rest easier and dropped off to sleep For a long time Buffalo Bill sat by his side, noticing that hi s sands of life were rapidly running out, and tl:en he arose and paced the floor, more impressed by the sa
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THE BUfFl\LO BILL 1..' it; a chance, and yet a slight one, yet any risk for 1 ife was b etter than a certainty of death. As he had faced about, still seated upon the cot, his left foot was thrust forward, and its toe was now touch ing the open door; then with a sudden impulse, he sent the door to with a bang. Tliere came the shot immediately and the bullet tore off the edge of the heavy door, but it saved the lif e of Buffalo Bill, who instantly threw the heavy bar in place and then to a crack in the cabi11, rifle in hand. But, Roy Kent saw at a glance his danger, and had at ouce driven the spurs into the flanks of his horse and dashed out of sight around a hill. As if maki11g up his mind to bis course of action, as soon as he discovered that he could not g e t a shot at his enemy, Buffalo Bill lighted the pine tor ch and darted i n to the t un nel. H e readily found his way through the tunnel, and in five minutes made his exit into the tumbled down shanty by which he had entered. His faitfhul horse gave a low neigh of delight at sight of him, and the next moment the scout was in the sad dle, for he had no desire to be cooped up in a hole in the hill, as he did not know how ma n y companions might be with Death Shot. As he reaclied the open hillside be gave a sigh of orelit:f a11c1 muttered: "No.\Y I am free and may the best man win." But it did not seem as though Death Shot was anticipating, or d esiring an open field meeting with his adversary, for nowhere cou ld he be seen, and darkness was coming rapidly on. ''Come, old fellow I'll give you your supper and water, for you deserve it, and then I'll scout around on foot am! see what that devil is after,'' said Buffalo Bill to his horse. After a short se arch, he found good water and grass, and removiug the saddle and bridle from his horse, lariated him out to feed: It was now dark, and, after a light supper the scout shouldered his rifle and started cautiously forward. He had gone but a short distance when there appeared before him a red glare, and in a few moments more be came in full sight of the miner's cabin in flames. Cautiously he crept nearer and nearer, and then looked on, hoping to see Roy Kent come out iuto the light from some hiding-place. ''He evidently thinks that I am in the cave, and he will smoke me ou t," he muttered, a n d, with the patience of an India11, he sat down to wait' for a sight of his enemy. But the cabin 'burned down, the flames died out, and the wary Death Shot had not shown himself. ''Well, I ll uot los e a night's r es t on your acco Mr. Kent, but r eturn to the cauyou, and iu tile mor: 1 strike your trail." [ So sayiug, he weut back to the little \'all ey when 1 had left Brigham, and wrappiug himself i1! his blan' 1 was soon fast asl ee p. With the day dawn h e was n pon his feet, and ing his horse rod e tovvard the cave in the bilisicl e. : 1 '!'he ashes still held a f e w s111oldering coals, bu sign of life was around, and in oue heap h e recogif the charred bones of the miuer. s. "He's cremate d old Buck, that's certain," said;r scout, sadl y, and he rod e aloug the hillside to the ru 1. shanty that covered the other entrance to the tunnel. Still 110 trace of his enemy could be found, and ing a wide circuit around the ba se of the hill, he 11 crossed the trail of iron-shod hoofs leading a way f e the d eserted mine10. JI '+t is his track, and made last night; he has a lcl start of me, but I will follow him," said the scot himself, and he urged his horse on in the trail leL)l the steed of Death Shot. The trail led to the northward toward Fort Sedgw.1 but the n branched off eastward in the directio"'a McPherson, and Buffalo Bill took no particular p, now to follow the track of the mau he imrsued, ai Jr felt certain that he had fearlessly returned to the P It was a long ride, but Brigham was a good tra\'t and carried his master to his destination. 'l'he sun went down when the scout was some rn from the Post, and only the safoons and gambling h were open \\hen he rode alo11g th e street toward cabin where he expected to find Lord El stone. t As he was passing by a brightl y lighted saloon, wlr he k11ew to be one of the worst dens ou the border, ) scout suddenly heard voices raised in anger, and, fn the words of the speakers, it was evident that a fight 1 imminent. ') "I should know that voice," he said, as he and listened for an instant, while there came to his ( in clear, boyish tones the words: ''He insulted the girl, and slie is my sister, and if i don't fight me he's a coward. e Instantly Buffalo Bill threw himself from his ha: bitohed him to a p os t i1earby, and entered the salo jus t as a deep voice cried: "You've got to fight the boy or me, so choose b e t us." r The next moment Buff alo Bill stood in the but the excitement was so great that his co!lling was noticed. It was a long, narrow room, rude in structure with a bar extending across the furthe r eud of it, '11

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THE BU ff ALO Bill STORIES. :15 0 o rongh-looking men standing behind it, and inclifier-tly surveying til e scene. Iu the encl nearest the doorway on the street were bles and chairs, a few of them occupied with men too 11 accustomed to scenes of Yiolen ce and bloodshed to disturbed by a war of words; when the time came for t ion they would move out of range, but 11ot before. There were present nearly half a hundred wild-look g men a few soldiers from the fort, and several 1 shily-attirccl individnals whb were well known as sports," or professional gamblers. But the center of attraction, as the scout stood gazing, 1 as a )'{)llth of perhaps nineteen, with s lend e r forrn, well .:ssed, and wearing a slouch hat that shaded his 11 atn res His right ha11d rested' upon the butt of a pistol, bis es we1e flashing, and his m outh was set with deteriued recklessness, which his light mnsta(:he failed to I 'de. 1 B fore him, aud also in an attitude of defense, stood tior d Elsto11e, cool, yet decided. i ''He .-ays he didn't insult yer sister, and be won't i ght a ]Joy," cricLl one of the m e n who, apparently a ieaccmaker, was secretly urging 011 the col!lbat. a l "A boy, a111 I? \V ell, I'll prove to him that I can act man's part," cried the youth, i11clignantly. s "I didn't k11ow the gal had a brother," said one resent. ''\\'cl!, yon know it uow, aucl'one who is determined pnnish J1er insulter,'' respo11decl the yonng man, bis 1 aucl still resting threatening ly upon his pistol. "My boy, if you have a quarrel against m e, we will ettle it el sewhere; I nm 110 advocate for a barroom 1 raw!,'' a11cl Lord Elstoue attempted to move toward the oor, but half a dozen burly forms confronted him, and. r ue, who appeared to act as l eader, c ied: "No, pard, it is fight or bnckdowll out here on the order, and ef you fight n11cl kills the hoy, yonr troubles i st begu11, while ef yer backs, why, then, we'll make it i vely for yer." Lord Elstone glanced around him as if to catch a riendly face; but the soldiers, the only ones who appeared to know him, looked away, for they dreaded the rerowcl there assembled too much to aid him. '11 "Men, I am not to be bullied into doing that which I :lo not care to do, so stand aside, for I pass out of here." There was a certain ring in tile nobleman's voice that roved that he would be a dangero us man when brought lo bay, and a few knew it; but the rest were so blinded by drink that they failed to see that they might catch a artar, and moved forward, their hands on their revolvers, ... ,1 hra,e in their numbers, determined to at once push aLtt s to a crisis. "Gentlemen, you are too fast by far!" All turned quickly at the cool, cutting tones, aud a dozen voices cried iu chorus: "B11f1a!o Bill!" ''Yes, I am Buffalo Bill, and just in time to prevent a disgraceful sceue, for that gentleman is my friend, and the man who raises hand agaiust hi1i1 has to fight rne." There was not a man present, with one or two excep tions, who did not know the scout, and they shrank back at the thought of comi11g to close quarters with hi1u, and several said in an apologetic tone: "We didn't know he was a pard of yourn, Bill." "Well, yon know it now," and turning to Lord Elstone, who seemed greatly relieved at his coming, be continued: "Will you go with me, my lord?" ''Willingly, Cody; I dropped in here to see something of your border drinking saloons, and this youth followed me, accusing me of i11sulting his and demanding that I should fight a duel with him here, an invitation I decidedly refnsed," said the nobleman, in a half-amused tone. Just as Buffalo Bill was about to reply, and many present seemed to anticipate what he would. say, a11d were moving toward the bar, a burly, heavily-be.arded and giant-formed ruffian confronted him. "That diap may be a friend o' youru, pard, but that don't scare me, for I'm ther boss o' ther Rocky Mou11-tai11s, and the boys call me a terror; you might bev heerd o' me.'' ''I've beard of a good many. hard characters from the Rockies, but I think you could rake the pile," was the calm, almost indifferent reply. Instantly the bully's face grew white with rage, while he shouted: ''Ef yer hain't heer d of Red Reid, it' s time you did, an' yer shall feel o' him, too, for I takes up this yer quarrel, as I told ther boy I would see him through his trouble, an' ef yo11der fancy rooster didn't fight hilll, he'd hev to tackle me; so as you bastuk his part, why, we'll git up a l eetle fun atween us fer the boys, for I'm a biter, I am, from the Rockies." The huge bully danced around as if for admiration, and all preseut feeli11g now that trouble was sure to come, began to give the two men space, excepting Lord Elstone, who maintained his stand by the side of the scout. "Yes, I'm a biter, I am,", yelled the desperado, ag11in. "11h e11 be careful, for you might bite off 11101e tliar:. you can chew,'' was the calm retort; bnt in spite of his seeming incliffere nc e, all kne w that Buffnlo Bill mean: "busiucss" if crowded, and was the

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1G THE BUrf ALO BiLL STORIES. quick c!"t man "on the t1rnw" a l o n g the border, and by far t h e best s h o t "Parc1, me out a pint o' pizen, ra-al tangle: foo t,'' y e ll e d the d es perad o and the h :ir keeper brought the li q u or a ud it \\"a s da s he d off at a f e w "Gen l l e m c n will y o n j o in my fri e nd and self in a drink before w e go?'' and B u ffal o Bill gl a nc e d over tue cro1Yc1 pleasa ntl y an d 1110 \ ecl t o w:ir d the b a r. But the bull y irn111ediate ly confronted him, and said, thre a t en in gl y : Er yer takes ye r drink pard, yer has ter walk o' m e." H:-irdl y w e re the w o rds out of his mouth when an iron lw11cl w as up o n h is tl1roat and the next in s t a nt b y a o f a l mos t su perhtnuan strength, Buffalo Bill had hurled t he bnll y into the furthest corne r of the saloon. "Stand a s ide all! It was a c ommand in the scout's voice, and in an in st a nt, like a mad tige r, the huge d es p e rado arose and rush eLl u po n his enemy, his broad kni f e in one hand and a r cvo her in th e other. There w e re wild cri e s, rushing of f ee t overturning of ch a irs a nd tabl es, a nd the n two rapid s hots, a loud yell and a h ea v y fall. A mom ent aft e r the smoke and dust drifted away, and Buff a l o Bill aga iu s aid: ''Now, g e 1 1 tlemen, we will have our drink." Upon the floor, a bullet through his brain, lay Red R e id, the t error of the Rock y Mountains. With the c oolness s o characteristic of bordermen, the who l e party st eppe d u p t o the bar a u d clas hed off the i r drin ks, a11d a s Buffalo Bill turned to go, he said to the barkeeper: ''Di c k, have tha t fell o w buried, and I'll pay for it." ''I'll do it, Bill, and he be a starter for the new parson to try his prayersou," answe r e d the drink di s penser, rathe r d elighted at the p opularity given to his by th e affair thnt had just taken plac e "But wh e re is the boy?" asked Buffalo Bill, as, with L ord Elstone, he moved toward the door. Thet youngster jist lit o ut, wh e n yon corned in, Bill kase wh y I do i1ot know,'' a11sw crc d o n e o f the crow d ''It is jns t as well; c o me, my lord," and, so saying, the two friends left the saloon together. CHAPTER VIII. THE TELL-TALE SOU V E NIR. Upon arriving n ear his cabin, Buffalo Bill rode a<;rny to look after the comfort of his horse, leayiug Lord Els toue to enter alone. But hardly h a d the sc out dis111on11tec1 wlie n h e b eard t he sharp crack of a pi s tol, a11d the n a s t ifle d cry as if for help. Quickly he rushed to\\ard the cabin, from s ounds and suddenly came upon two men stn gling to gether, or, rather, oue v\'aS holding the otf firmly in his strong arms. "Ali, Cody, I've caught the youngster; help me1 secure him. It was Lord Elstone who spoke, and the "youngste referred to was the boy wh o had sought to fight a d1 with the nobleman in the saloou. ) J Gras pin g the youth in hi s powerful arms, Buff, Bill raise d him u p b o dily a nd w lii l e Lord Elstc opened the door, he bore him into the cabin light was burning. I "Oh, let me go! l ? l e ase l e t me go!" pleaded the h\:; earnestly, and, touched by bis appeal, Lord Elst\ said: t ''He stepped out from the shadow of the cabin, ; i calling to me to draw and de f e nd m y self, fir e d, 1 bullet being turned by a military d ecoration I m .. ) Beiug unable to get my pistol out of m y holster, I spr' upon him and secured him; but let him go now." 0 "No, I will first know who and what he is," said1 scout, firmly, a n d, unmind ful of the pleading of y outh, he dragge d him to the light. Oue gla n ; e into that white face, and he cried. "Wild Nell, by all that's holy." 'rhe nobleman at once sprang forward and the disguise d woma11, 'from whos e lips the mustaclle ii fall e n iu the struggle, and the sombrero having on the floor her was seen bound up in a knot on h bead. As if overwhelmed with emotion. she sank in t chair her fac e in her hands, whiie sh e burst into tea t t few mom ents the two men stood silently regJ 1 ing and theu, iu kiudly tones, Lord Elstone ask I "How have I injured you that you should seek life?" h Drying her tears, she looked straight in his face, 1 answ ered firmlv: .t "You cam e -to my cabin to ask me if aught had hi t beard o f Buffalo B ill and y o n s aw upo n m y ne c k lock et,'' ai 1 d s h e d r e w fr o m h e r bo s om a star and c10 cent of diamonds witll the reverse side arrang ed miniature. "\\ "True, I recoglli ze d the l ocke t,'and it was but nat111< that I should as k r egarding it." il!, "I d eclined to te ll you, and y ou said that I wore f1h whi c h had b ee n won b y foul murder, and I g ave lie d i rect." l c 'l'rue, and your se p r evente d you r p nnishmentn< the ini' ult, w as the cool r e pl y of the E n g li sh m a n. ''So I knew, and, angere d by your word s I d i s g u '1e

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THE BU ff ALO BILL STORIES. 1.1 If as a man and sollght you out at the saloon, which u seen yoll enter." th hank God that I was not drawn into any trouble you; but your refusal to answer my questions reing this locket, caused me, naturally, to think you ,. from whence it came." e .. do k11ow, and I will t e ll you, only it turned my u t to bitterness to be thougbt a thief," said the girl, ouately ardon me, I mea11t not to offeud you, and I will exa my interest in the matter, for I came to this couuo o find whether it was true that my brother had been e lly murdered by savages, a11d, if so, to bear his ins back to England for burial, after haviug, if 0 ible, brought to pu nishmeut his murderers. When my brother came to America he wore that et you 11ow have on, and suspended by the same 11 n around his neck." t ild Nell's face uow turned to a deadly hue, and, a ost iu a whisper, she asked: n Can there not be some mistake? Can it not have one like this?" th There is no mistake, for at a glance, as I saw it b 11 your neck the other day, I now see marks which l d not have been by accident placed in one o f similar kman :,hip." 'And those marks are?" asked the girl, anxiously, a i le Buffalo Bill moved forward wHh increased interest. a 'First, the crescent is the crest of our house in f laud and the star, of another noble family, and the I t I has been the lucks tou e of the E l sto ne s for geuera-s; you see it in the center of the di amond crescent, ile the emerald is the luckstone of the family whose I st the star represents, and you observe it in the cen1:1 > there." d e put his hand forward as thongh to touch the costly 1 1 ket, but with a startled cry, Wild N ell shrunk away 111 him, saying: 1 'No, 110, no! do not take it." 'At least allow me to look at it; 'tis not its value I ze it for, and you shall have its equivalent." lie woman drew herself proudly up, and r epl ied: s '::\or do I prize it for its intrinsic val\le, sir, but on onnt of the one who gave it to me." I will rest ore it to you, if you will ollow me to look i i it more closely." 'Never!'' t" \.Yhy, Nell, what ails you?" asked Buff a lo Bill, in rpris e at her strang e 111n1111er; but not no ti cing her ll\ior, Lord Elstone continued: 'There is a miniature like ne:,s of a lady on the reverse e ,, "I' here is not," was the emphatic r ejoinder. The nobleman looked puzzled, aud said, thoughtfully: "Can I be mistaken in the identity of the locket?" ''You certainly are." "A11d there is no mi uiature on the reverse side?" "Yes, there 1s, but not. o f a woman." ''Ah," and Lord El stone looked toward Bufialo Bill who had given vent to tbe exclamation. ''And the likeness is ali oval one?'' "Yes." ''Around the rim it is studded with small opals?" "Yes," replied Wild Nell, yet it was with evident reluctance. "And a man's likeness is in the locket now?" suddenly asked Buffalo Bill, with apparent indifference, and the womau's answer came promptly: ''Yes." But then, as if feeling that she had perhaps committed herself too far, she continued: ''I will not tell you whose likeness is in the locket; it was giveu me by one I hold most a:t1d for b.is sake I wore it." ''His sake,'' muttere d the scout, and there was sotne thing in the tone that caused the paleness of the woman to increase. "How long have you had it, may I ask?" urged Lord Elstone. "That I decline to. answer, also," was the almost defiant reply. "Nell," and the scout stepped toward her, "do not think that either Lord Elstone or myself believe that you know why you should not possess that locket; we think you innocent in the case, and to prove it, will not make our discovery of it public, so as to force the truth; but we are anxious to know one thing, and that fa who gave it to you?" "Bill, there is no power on earth that will make me tell." "So be it; let us drop the subject, and I will see you in safety to your cabin, but I warn you not to attempt the life of Lord Elstoue again or we will quarrel." "Tlrnt is past, for I now know how he felt r egarding the lock et, and I do not blame him; good-evening, my lord, and do not let us be enemies." She held out her hand and Lord Elstoue took it coldly and bowed. The uext moment she. left the cabiu with BuffalG Bill. CHAPTER IX. TIIE HOME OF WILD NELL. The home of the strange woman was reached and she turne d and said in a low tone: "Jt was kind of you to see me home, Bill; good night."

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18 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. S h e h e l d forth her han d but the scout, instead of tak i n g it, said fir m l y : ''I a m coming in, Wil d Nell ; I w i s h t o have a t alk with you. The woman bit h e r lips as if ve x e d but s i lently p l ace d t h e key in the l ock and thre w the door open. It was a d onble cabiu, that i s, co 1 1 taiued b u t t wo roo m s, both o f fair s i ze, aud back of the h o use was a sm a ll s tabl e, in whic h w e r e three h orses, a ll known to b e spl endid ani m a l s and whic h W il d Nell cared for herse lf. The room w h ic h they entered di d service as sitti11g and bedroo m and the adjoi n ing o n e w a s where she cooke d and ate her meal s, for Wild Nell did all of h e r o w n wo r k A round the wall s of t h e sitting-room were huug a nmnber of paiutings a n d peu ci l sketches, the work of the fa i r occupant. A gti itar lay upon a sofa near by; a rack with books occupied one corner of the well-dressed skins of the wildcat panther and antelope skillfully worked, while mat s o f buffalo 'and wolfskins covered the floor. SeYera l rifles of various patterns, and richly mounted with silver, were in racks on the walls and, knives and pistols, bows and arrows, Inclia11 tomahawks and coupsticks were scattered here and there, with saddles for both sexes, faucy bridles, lariats and 111ale a11d felllinine clothing completed the assortment and furnishing of the room. It was the first time Buffalo Bill bad ever been in the cahiu, and he looked around him curiously, while he smilingly remarked: "You have a perfect curiosity shop llere, Nell." "Yet nothing that is not useful; be seated, please." 'I'he scout threw himself upon a chair, and Wild Nell, taking a seat 11ear him, said, si111ply: "\Vell ?" ''Nell, yon are a curiosity yourself; a perfect wonder, nnd I do uot know what to rnahe of yon," said the scout, as if at a loss to know how to begiu his conyersa tion. "I am a wretched, si11ful womau, Bill," was the bitter reply. ''You should not be for you have strange beauty; you are educated aud refined iu your tastes, and can adorn any society--" "But the border snits me best. As you might add, I a m the best shot, the best rider, and t h e wildest she-devil o u the p lains." The woman spoke with great bitternes,;1 and the scout hastily added: not ''I n a man, yes; bll t not i n a woman, Bill; ye1al. what I a111, and a cruel fate still dogs my steps, d "o. rne reckl essly on to ruin." .riec 'Do not speak thus, Wild Nell, for uever 1: heard o u e whisper agninst your c haracter." :ho "Why do yon not since I killed that ma t\ y 11 slandered me 011e year ago, shortl y afte r I came wa. Men only the \\'eak and d e f e nseless, Bi l11 c those who do are cowards. Brave men never he agai11st women, he they what they 111ay, f eY,ant com passion Yvith courage, and few know the dan,v el temptatio11s, and the miseries that often bese t worni f drag them dowu to a life of cri 111e; 11011e know "ier have suffered, to become what I an1." [ W ''You lead a strange life, :Nell, and I can11ot ac<.;co for it. Why you should give up friends nd soci t\\T\ civiliatio11 to con1e here, 1 ca1rnot u11derstand H 'l'he woman smiled grimly, a n d remained after a while, BuITalo Bill askc.:cl: Oj''Pardon me, Nell, but whut is Roy Kent to you;,, Iu an instant \\.ild Ndl was upou he;: feet, herhi blazing as they turned upon the scout, who ren:i:in seated and regarding her calmly. ck "What is Roy Keut to me? Ha! ha! ha!" The voice was ho. rsc with passion subrlned, :rnd laugh was forced and tbe scoul knew it. ''Yes, a few day s a g o you my life by levt your pistol at lhc heart of Roy Kent, and e\eu dAr old 1'1.ecl Heart in t\1e 111idst of his warriors; b11t 11a n that n1a11 commanded you to desist, like a child, obecJ;n to a parent, ) ou obeyed; how, 111ay I a:ok, did he ," that intlnence o\er a woman of such dare-devil pi t aud iudepcn.lc.11ce as you are?" is '' Buffrilo Bill, you have cros-;ecl the thrc hold of a tl1at you shall not Sl'C beyond. I admire you greall:11 respect you, and l would risk my life to save you f1' harm, but never quest io n me again 011 that subject. a "::0.1 y past is as though it were in tli e grave; Il 011ly for the future :111d revenge!" She hissed out the last word through her even tetO and her whole form trembled with emotion. ''Revenge upou whom?'' persisted the scout as lead her on. ''Upon Roy Kent!" U The uame bm:st from her lips in spite o f herself a it left Buffalo Bill again in a p u zz l e d maze, aud glanced absently aron n d the room, when bis eyes I upon a portrait. It was the portrait o f a woman, a n d the fra m e skillfully made of black crepe, the face was that of "Those are accomplisbmeuts highly prized her e, riatro11 of rhi:t,-five, and ve y beantihl. \Yhil e in evE N el l. :'.a:me a lo o k that was familiar to t!:e ::;cut?t. yet

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THE BUFFALO BILL 19 Id not tell wbeu and where he had ever met the I iual. ii e 1rose and regarded the portrait atte11tively, and in 11 tried to fathom wbo it rcpreseuted, a11cl failiug, he al t:d: \\'ho i:o: this, Nell?" ":\Iy mother." 1 It was all she said, a11d there was that in her tone iich caused the scout to asJ.: h e r 110 more, aucl, think he had no right to question her furtlier, he said, asantly: JJJ "Well, Nell, you can always trust me as your friend, e d if I cau serve you, call 111011 me, but I go please h sl\er me one question." I will if I can," aud the rnaide u stepped in front of e scout. "\\'here is Roy Kent now?" "He is ht!re to ans"er for himself!" a W ith a loud cry Wild Nell turned to behold in the If-open doorway the tall form aud handsome face of oy Kent, the Death Shot, and, as he held his revolver e his hand, she sprang forward, and threw herself pon the broad breast of B11ffalo Bill, just as he had ui ckly dragged bis own trusty weapon from his belt. CHAPTER X. STAR-EYE. a An instant the positions of the three remained unyj hanged in that terrible scene, ancl then Buffalo Bill said, 1 ternly: 1 I: ''If you desire et ween us, sir, I ll is ca bi u." that it shall be a fight to the death am at your servi.:e if you will leave "No, I hold tbe ad vautage, a11d you are too dangerous man to let up on, so I'll dictate terms." ''No, 110, there shall be no fight between you two; eave this cabi11, I commaud you, Roy Keut !"cried Wild l N ell, her eyes flashing fire, and her face vord in the eyes of the man before him; bnt Wild Nell triec1 to shelter the scout still more with lier slender form. But every muscle of the scout was ready, and every nerve on the alert, and should Roy Kent for once mi s s his aim and belie his name as Death Shot, a terribl e struggle must follow "Buffalo Bill, you have just one minute to live." The voice was calm, the face merciless, as Roy Keut stood with finger on trigger. The scout's band was ou the butt of his revolver, and every movement of his enemy was watche d with paiuflll interest, for all hung upon that first shot. As for Wild Nell, sbe was livid with excitement, aud held herself firmly betweeu that threatening muzzle and the scout. "Coward! Meet him like a man. If you will, I'll give the word to fire,'' cried the girl. "No I know what he is, and I have too much at stake to risk a combat with him on equal terms; he sball die within thirty seconds." "The Death Shot speaks with a crook;ed tongue." All started, and in spite of his nerve, Roy Kent turned half around at the strange voice behind him. And that one movement, slight as it was, changed the position of affairs, for Buffalo Bill's revolver fairly

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20 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. leaped from its belt, and in the flash of a thought, cov ered the heart of Roy Kent, and the two men now stood on equal terms, their weapons leveled, their fingers on the trigger. Why they did not fire, neither knew, but each watched the finger of the other, the 011e that re s ted upon the trigger, and the slightest tremor and both weapons would have been discharged. So intently were they watchi11g each other, the Death Shot aiming at the head of Bllffalo Bill, over Wild Nell, and the scout at the heart of hi s foe, that they look ed neither to the right nor l ef t as a step was heard on tile cabin floor, and a form .glided into the room. "The Death Shot's tongue 'Speaks crooked; the grea t buffalo-kill e r shall 11o t die.'' The speaker aimed au arrow straight at the heart of Roy Kent, and the bow was drawn ba ck "ith a force that would send the keen_ shaft through the man's body, did the bronzed fingers let slip their hold. And the one who thus threatene d Roy Kent was a youug girl of scarcely seventee11, and an Indian. She was graceful in form, and was possessed of a beauty seldom found in the Ind ian race for her features were regular, her te eth white, and her e yes large and as bright as diamonds. That she was the daughter of a chief her attire indi cated, for she was dresse d in t he finest of buckskin, beautifully beadecl, a nd her arms and neck were covered with si h,er orn aments. Some time before, Ruffalo Bill lrnd rescued that maiden from the Sioux, who held ber as a captive, and from that clay she had Quickly Wild Nell glided after him, and disappea r h in the w ithout. ;tl '' 'I'he Star Bye has more than returned the servi-ceho re11dered her many moons ago, and the buffalo kil! H thanks h er," said Buffalo Bill, kindly, taking the ha1'1S of the Indian girl, who now trembled visibly. :d ''The paleface hunter is a mighty chief, and his wore a are s weet to t he heart of the Star Eye; bnt she must g0 .1. back to her peop le," she said, softly SJ ''Why is the Star Eye here, when her people are f3e off 011 the prairie?" '11 The Indian girl's head dropped at the question, o.11s without a word she turned away and went ou t of door. n Buffalo Bill followed, and, as he stood in the light o( t he doorway there cam e a flash and he fell his ful\. length.

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THE BUFF ALO BiLL STORIES. 21 I CHAPTER XI. AN AVENGER ON THE TRACK. wing the shot was a woman's scream, and then id clatter of hoof s a k one who had fired was Roy Kent. had mounted his horse, which he had l e ft in the ] when he came to the cabin, and there Wild Nell iued him. At first he cursed the poor woman bit ;> for fo1lowi11g hi1r., aud preventing his killing the when he arrived on the scene, and held him at an t age; but her reply in a low tone, caused him to iV n c a 11right ;1another time we will meet.'' t then the scout appeared iu the doorway, and a s a flash of lightning, Roy Kent threw hi s rifle d and pulled the trigger. report and fall of Buffalo Bill instantly followed, rom the lips of Wild Nell broke a wild shriek, with a harsh langb, tlie Death Shot put spurs to rse and dashed away. ing that he had gone, Wild Nell started at a run er cabin autl ere she reached it, she beheld the of the fadian girl bound in the door, bend over the rat e scout, and then, without a word, spring away the cabin. shrill call followed, and the spotted pony darted around the cab i n, and Star Eye was upon his back, way be flew, evidently in pursuit of Roy Kent. he is after him and will kill him," cried Wild Nell, ddeu terror, and drawing from her belt-for she was m in man's attire-a revolver, she threw it forward, 1te r apidly sent shot after shot at the flying Indian girl. a d ar Eye did not eve n turn in her sadd le, but kept gbl on, flying through the darkness, unhurt, as was her swift pony, by the le aden messengers that stied over her head. Thus the t wo flew a long over the prairie, the man e "videutl y determined upon some decided course, and holding to it, at the same time confident that he had killed his dangerous enemy, the scout, while the Indian girl on his trail as deterpiinedly held her intention of avenging herself upon tile one who, as she also believed, had killed Buffalo Bill. As the gray of th e dawn began to lighten the horizon Roy Kent drew rein and halted for a short r est, in a motte where there were both wa ter and grass. His faithful hors e was soo11 lariated out to feed, and the Death Shot threw him self down t o rest for a short time. From a rise in the prairie a long way off, S tar Eye be h eld her enemy halt, and she a t once determined to get near to him, though it was a difficult task. Observing that the prairie was irregular s he concluded to lariat her pony and then craw l toward the distant motte as best .she could. Carefully selectiug the cour e she would follow, she took from her head the gaudy coronet of feathers, and laying flat dowJJ, cautiously crawled alo n g It was a difficult task to accomp li s h ; but Star Eye was set upon revenge, and, wonning h erself along, she slowly drew toward the timber, though she made hardly a hundred yards in an hour's time. At len g th she reached a sma ll wa s h and by followin g this three hours after leavi11g the hill, she lay panting and revengeful, within a dozen paces of the man she had determined t o ki 11. Nearer and nearer she drew, noiseless as a serpent, a nd with her eyes b l azing, a n d then she halted and dropped her hand upon the long knife she wore in her belt. Had she been a moment sooner Roy Kents' life wo u ld have ended there and then, for the sharp blade would h ave been driven into his heart. But for some reason, perhaps because the presence of danger awakened him lie uttered a startled cry, like one ce hough Roy Kent was mounted upon an animal that 11 ly had an equal, au:i certainly no superior on the n us, the spotted pony followed on his trail with a e d that was manelous, for Star Eye's confidence in rd animal she rode alone caused her to trust h erself in a nightmare, ancl to his feet. g n the prairies so far from the village of her people. Maddened with rage at her failure to take him un ust keeping the flying form of Roy Kent in sight, as awares, utterly of consequences, and determined sped on through the darkness, Star Eye held her to match her streng:h with the strong 11ian before her, fa. e so as not to lose him for an instant. Star Eye, rushed upo11 him with a cry of fury, her knife r hat she was following him to avenge Buffalo Bill in hand. els evident, and that she dare not let him see her on hi s Roy Kent saw his danger and had just time to catch she well knew, for she felt she was no match for" the the uplifted ha11cl in his own irou grasp, and raising the Ill she was after unless she could take him at a dissleuder form in his powerful arms, he hurled it to earth antage. with a fo r ce that re11dered the poor girl unconscious. 0 nd at a disadvantage she determined to take him, Then drawing h:s pisto l from his belt, he seemed as if yiug upon her .Indian cunning and natural woman's abont to fire upon her aud forever end her life; but the t o get best of him. mauhood in him appealed to him, and, with a flush O f

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22 THE BUF F ALO BILL STORIES. 1harn e t1po11 his dark face, he put the weapo11 back and away. Five minutes after be was mounted upo11 his horse and again dasliiug O\'er the prairie at a ra\:)id rate, leaving poor Star Eye, still inseusible, lying ou the ground beneath the shelter of the cottonwood trees. Shortly after Roy Kent. disappeared iu the distauce, Star Eye ilowly recovered consciousness, and soon the dark eyes opened and look ed around her searchingly, and an expressiou of pain passed over the face as she moved Bnt stifling a cry of suffering, she arose to her feet and so11ght the bank of the little stream that flowed near, and began to bathe her bruises. Feeling refreshed aud better after a bath and res t she returned slowly to where she had left her pouy, aud was soon npou the trail o f R oy Kcut. 'hough she seemed to suffer intensely, s he wa s not one to give ttp her pmpose, and thougi1 she could uot ride rapidly, she yet k ep t persistently oi1, restiug when absolute ly compelled to, a11d with the settled look upon every featnre to get reyeuge. It was a long and a weary trail she followed, and when at last, she could go no further, she sank down to rest in some timber upon the banks of a small s treaw, and there, a few hours after, two white hunters found her lyi11g upou t he soft grass and raving in delirium. ''It i s the Star Eye o' tl1e Pawnees; old Red Heart's darter," said 011e of the lnrnt crs, an old weather-beaten fronticrs:r.:-in who bad been a n Indian-fighter and trapper for f"r ty years, and who was k110\\'n ou the border as Beaver "Yon' re right, Ben; and she's in a bad way; jist listen ho;y she lets slip the chiu music; but we must take care of her, for lier peop le are friendly to the \ vhiles; and, besides, it wouldn't be right to let her die; here,'' a nswered t!Je compirnio n of Beaver Ben, who was a much you11gc r mau than the other, and one of tbe best plaius111e n 1 u tlte COLllll ry His n:unc was Jack N e lsou, but the redskins called him CL1-sl:a-slia-11a -po-ge-o, which means, ''Fill the pipe witlt red willow." A perfect type of a borderman, good looking. a-; >=trong as a lion and as fearless, Jack Nelson roamed th e plai_us from a real love of the danger s he encon11t ercd, and was more at home in an Indian camp than iu til e cabins of the settlers. Spriug iug from their horses, the two men at once ruade nrra:1ge111euts to camp, and, raising the form of the Indian girl, they pl:. of the young g irl who said in a disconnected way i t own language, which both the hunters understood n ''The Death Shot mus t die, the Star I:;:e cu Pawnees must let her knife drink his blood. They buffalo-killer of the palefaces cries from the lv hunting ground s of his people for the Star Eye 11e the Death Shot. She will obey the spirit of the bu. killer, but the Death Shot's trail i s l o ng, and sld weary and in pain from the blow he gave her." h i She ceased speaking, ancl Jack quickly sa1 ''I t e ll yoll, Ben, there's b ee n so me dirty work p l U I'm thinking, and taking all things together, it !W bad for that Kent." e "Yas, h e was durned anxious like to git to ther t as he said he was goin' East for a spell; and the!ls l speaks as though Buffalo Bill was dead, aud thet feller had done the business fer bim. t ''It certainl y looks bad, and I'll tell you what1t do.'' the blood trickling from a slight scalp wound in jn head, wl1ere the bullet had glanced. I f Momentarily stunned by the shock, it was an instaff before the scout could collect his scattered senses, aft when he glanced around he saw Wild Nell entering tl'l cabin door.

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\ l'HE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 23 p y owing but that Roy Kent was following her, b e t drew a revolver, and s tood on the defensive; ping within, Wild Nell closed the door behind 1) e she said, anxiously: w you much hurt?" the bullet merely cut the sca lp, but the blow me; the shot was fired by Kent?" 'i when you came in the light of the door. I t prevent it." a s just as well, or it gives me another account to itli him when we meet.'' not kill him; spare him for my sake," said the ost plaintively. y should I? Has he not attempted my life, and 11 ve I harmed him?'' to e; but though I hate him, I do not wish to see l1 b ld Nell, you are a s trange creature. Why did you him as he rode away, for I think I heard pistol a u did, and I fired them, but not at Roy Kent." 1 whom, then?" e In dian girl." r aud have you injured her?" ;rnd Buffalo !lill's r shed, angrily. K for I did not check her speed. She went in t of Roy Kent, and I fired at her, though, bad I it au instant, I might have known her pony could keep pace with tbe horse he rides." alo Bill was silent a moment, and then said: would be useless to follow them now, for I could s d their trail; but at daylight I shall do so." alo Bill strode toward the door, and, without a a Wild Nell let him go out into the darkness. n, as the door closed behind him, she threw heron the bed and burst iuto tears. ftly back t o his cabin walked the scou t, and o.. ug there, (ouud Lord Elstone pacing the floor in Y bought and awaiting him. beard firiug, Cody; do you know anything about 0 es, my lord," and Buffalo Bill made known all that taken place. hen h e spoke of Star Eye, the Englishman said: t must have been the same girl that I saw I went o put up your horse, and, as I came back, I saw an n girl glide away from the door, and yonder bundle upon the step.'' ffalo Bill stepped forward and unrolled a bundl e of d buck skin, which was wrapped around a pair of s ins a hunting shirt and leggings and an ingeni-rnade b elt. his solves the mystery; now I know from whence come my prcse11ts of this kind," said the sco ut, thoughtfully, as he laid the things aside, and added, in a low t011t!: "I hope harm will uot befall little Star Eye for fol lowing Ke11t, yet I f ea r for her, as he would not hesitate to kill her.'' Unable to sleep the scout paced the floor after dress ing the slight wound on his head, aud when daylight approached both himself and Lord Elstone ate a hasty breakfa st, and mounting their horses set forth on the trail of Roy Ke11t and the Star Eye. The tracks were easily fo1111d, and theu the two rode forward at a ca nter, and continued on for half a mile when Buffalo Bill suddeu l y drew rein. "Early as it is, there is some one on the trail ahead of us," he sa id, as he gazed searchingly upon the ground. "Aud who can it be?" asked Lord Elsto11e. "That remarkable girl, Wild Nell; I kno v the tracks of her horse well, and she is riding rapidly. Come, we must push on, for Star Eye is in double danger, as I believe Wild Nell would kill her to protect that wretch from harm.'' ''What an enigma .she is-one moment wishing to kill him, and the next risking her life to save him." "Yes, and what he is to her I cannot tell," and the two men press ed on more rapidly. But Kent and his pursuer had bad fully' five hours' start of them, and had ridden on a run, so were a long way ahead; yet, pressing steadily on, the trailers came to the spo t where the Indian maiden bad lariated her pony, while she crept toward the timber where the Death Shot had h al ted to re s t. 'I'he prairie craft of Buffalo Bill at once gave him an insight into the truth of the matter, and explain.iug it to Lord E l s tone, they rode hastily toward the motte. "The girl came back after her pony, for there is his track," said the scout, and, soon after, the two men stood on the spot which had so nearl y proven fatal to Roy Ken t. The re, too, the prairie knowledge of Buffalo Bill gave an idea of wh a t had occurred, and they once more started on the trail, halting only when night came on. A long night's r est and tlie scout and the Englishman discovered far in the distance an Indian camp. Approaching nearer, Buffalo Bill pronounced the In dians to be the band of Red Heart, and they urged their horses forward at an increased pace. But before they reached the village, they discovered signs of considerable excitemen t and in the midst of the redskins the scout recognized the paleface who with the Indians came forward to meet them. It was Jack Nelson, who had arrived but a few mo-

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24 THE BU ff ALO B&Ll STORIES .. ments before at the Indi:rn camp and called out as he drew near to the newcomers: "Bill, old pard, I'm glad to see you right side up witli care, for I feared you had passed iu your chips." "No, Jack, I am still on hand; but what is the tro11-ble ?" answered the scout "Well, Old Beaver Ben and myself found the prettiest Indiau girl in these parts lying sick aJJCl hurt some distance from here, and--" "It was Star Eye, the daughter of Red Htart," in terrupted the scout. "True as preaching, and she's in a bad way, for she's got fe ver, and chins about yon being dead and that the Death Shot, whom you know is that Roy Kent, shall die by h e r hand." "Poor girl; and whe r e is she?" ''I lef t her at the Pawnee timber motte-you know where Lhat is-and Beaver Ben is looking after her, l e I came on to t e ll old Red H eart, after which I was goi11g to the Post to look you up.'' "I tliank you, Jack; but g U11der the guidance of Jack Nelson, J.,ord y t immediately tnrned back toward the Post, \vhileeac Bill continued on alone, heading due east, and ite a, to strike the railroad station at the point wl!;afi !Jacl tal:en the trai11. a. Shortl v after nightfall, he h alted a t the fom11 thid:ly \\' oo tl ''Who is there?" d c ''A friend w!Jo seeks shelter for the night," anne : the ;;cout. ugl ''Come in!" repli e d the same voice that hadm spoken. e t He entered, and a;; he glanced aronnd him, to prise he discovered a dozen rough-looking meu pes and each one ht::ld a revolver covering his heart. Too late to retreat, h e k:1e-.v that he had invadedtffl of prairie re11egades, and that he was at the n: meu who held no inercy in their hearts. .it me 1ti r' CHAPTER XIII. ad IN AN OUTLAW'S DSN. lJ'< ) 11 Recognizing that he was in a trap, Buffalo Bill st.,' not the siightest sign of fear, but wit1t a s:uil\ ''This is a strange way to receive a friend, pard\ b The leader auswcred: -t, ''\Ve d on't kno w who is friends, but tell me1r many is with you?" a "My horse and myself are all; I was 011 my settlements, s1artcd to ca111p at the foot of the bill0 seeing your li ght, came on here," said the scout, qu j "Thet was when you opened tl!et
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THE BUFF /\lO BILL STORIES. 25 uesses not; we is them of whom you has just o good.'' y, there's a reward of five hundred dollars on the e each one of you.'' 11 e a s Gospil, pard, an' tbar is thirteen o' us here, ie can figger up how much we'd bring ef yer was to all iu, an' p'raps you'd better try." 0 r miued not to show that he feared them, Buffalo r a, quickly: I bad a few good men with me, I'd try it; but your pleasure with me?" -al, how wu'd yer like to ji11e ther band? Looks ar was grit iu yer?" auk you; I'm no thief." c u has a sweet way o' putting it; but now tell us u is? at is none of your business." jin go! but you has got grit; we'll see ef it holds rds, I know who he is, and I has bad cause to." 1 speaker was standing in the background, but now ped forward, and Buffalo Bill recognizeci lii111 as a ho had once been a soldier, and had deserted after '' a sergeant, but whom he had captured and taken o th e fort, where he was sentenced to be shot, yet d death by making his e scape a few hours before ns e appointed for bis execution. ugh he knew that the deserter had threatened to' m for capturing him, Buffalo Bill was determined e the thiug and said: ello! Dick Liglltfoot, we meet again!" it'll be our last meetiug, Buffalo eel uffalo Bill!'' b e name was t1pon every lip in chorus, as the soldier ic, for though no one else present seemed to know mous scout by sight, one and all knew him well by ation and feared him more than an y man on the r as he bad always proven himself the bitter foe of ad es and horse thieves ard, that settles it; you hain' t got long to tarry on 'arth and you'd better sling ont a l ee tle Gospil ;h ,"said the l eader, while every revolver in the le d again covered the broad breast of the scont. Is. th a fearle ss sm i le upon bis h:rndso111e fa ce, Bnffalo stood, with folded arms, indifferently looking into hreat ening muzzles. ard, yon is gallle an' no mistake; but what is we with yer ?" ou just inti111atetd that you intended to kill me." just inti-what?" ntimnted.'' as, I s'pose I did, but I pass big words; they gives h er tootha che, s o sli11g out small ones; now, what is er do with yer ?" lf you ask Jne the questio11, I answer, let me go." ut I don't ax yer ther question; I only hates to see 11 n kilt as has go t your grit, an' says to my pards, I tis do with yer?" 1 ou remember our orders from the chief?" sugd tbe ,1eserter. as, ther chief said a'i how we waster kill Buff'ler the moment we sot eyes 'pon him; now, pard, won't yer jist make some leetle troub le so as we can drop ou yer?" "As Dick Lightfoot seems to want me out of the way, I'll fight it out with him, and if I kill him, then let me go.'' Several voices at oi1ce cried out in favor of this propo sitioJJ, but t11e deserter did not s ee m t o relish the anticipated meeti n g, and said, quickly: "Yes, and then he'll go aud bring the soldiers down upon the balance of you "Them is words of wisdom, pard, and as the cbief told us to hll him, it's got to be done," an
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26 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. prairies on his way to the s tage station, where h e could catch a coach to the nearest railroad to take him East. For he knew just where H.oy Kent had gone and why, as he had not forgotten what Buck, the dyiug miner, had told him. .{. CHAPTER XIV. A DEHD. The Pawnee motte, the sceue of the b reakdown of the Star Eye, whe u following with reve n gefu l determination upon the trail of the Death Shot, was a favorite camping ground of the people of Reel Heart, and when the old chief arri,ed a nd fo11ncl his daughter very ill, though tenderly 1111rsed by Bemcr l:lE:n, h_ ciete rmi11ed to remain 'for some time in the vicinity of the grove of timber. Having filled his clnt) as nnrse until the arrival of Red Heart, Deaver Ben at once departed for McPherson, 'and Star Eye was placed in the skillful hands of the medicine-man of the tribe, who rapidly bro11ght her back to healtli once more, though s he refu sed to have any'thing t o say about the canse of her illness, and only by ,her words of delirium could the redskins who cared for her discoYer a reason for her strange and dangerous sickness, which had su nearly proven fatal to her. One day, we e k s after the day that Jack Nelson and Beaver Ben had found her in the motte, Star Eye was seated in front of her tepee, engaged in beading a pair of buckskin moccasins. Looking up from her work, afar off t1pon the pairie she saw a horseman coming toward the village, and before long h e r keen eye told h e r that it was a paleface and not one of the warrion; of h e r tribe. Nearer and nearer he carne, and the bronzed skin of the maiden deep e n ed as she recognized the only man of all otllers for h er. It was Buffalo Bill, mounted upon a dark bay horse, and with Brigham trottiug behind aud serving as a pack animal. Riding straight up to the tepee, the scout dismounted and said, pleasantly: "I am glad to see the Star Eye is agaiu well; it was kind of her to r e m ember rne, and I have brought for her aud h e r father some preseuts.'' "The Star Eye is glad to see the great "bite chief, Pa-e-has-ka, but she will rem embe : him without presents," auswerecl the g irl, quietly. "No; she must accept these gifts," and takiug from the pack, which Brigham had borne, a number of trinkets, of beads and little things g r eatly prized by Indian maidens, the scont ponred them in her lap, just as R eel Heart ad,anced. ''The white chief is welcome," he said, with calm dignity, while his eyes glittered as h e glanced at the presents. "Pa-e-bas-ka knows that he has R e d Hen rt for a friend, and he has come t o see him; h e wishes til e gn;at Pawnee chi ef to serve !Jim and h e has brought him a many-shooting rifle, pistols and a knife that will 111nke his enemies fly before him as l eaves befor e the uorth wind." As Buffalo Bill spoke, h e took from the pack a pair of ivory-handled revohers and a silver-111ot111ted bowic knife. 1'hese, with ammunition and other things : Indian warriors, he handed t o the chief, wf1 d e lighted with them, calling the scout hi s brotft ''Now, how can Reel Heart serve the wh it'i h e asked. "I.. ,e t the Red Heart an9 hi s people go to tl:l lands on th6! Kiawa Creek, and camp there u hear from Pa-he-has-ka; but l e t my brother noU h e or his braves have see u the buffalo-killer.", t ''The ears of the R ed Heart are ope n ; he' the buffalo-killer desires; he will leave when comes next.'' Accepting the h ospitality of the Indians f hours and l eaving hi s h orse, Brigham, with J H eart, Buffalo Bill set out at nightfall for Mc.1 where h e arrived in safety, a11cl awaiting un' dark, he reached his cabin without being se1,;i was far apart from the others and near the river,1 T!Jere was, however, a light within and tb knocke d. ; At his knoc k Lord Elstone opened the cs greeted him with delight. ''I really began to fear harm had befallen you.r ''On the contrary, my lord, I met with and I playe d the nobleman fille; but I will te < about it, a11d g iv e you my plans for the future, Kent is agaiu on the border, aud is bent on i:1 game of d eviltry th an ever." :s Iu a few words Buffalo B ill made known tlie !i hi s visi t t o St. Louis, o f some fine detective wortr done there to ill the en d destroy Roy Kent. C As t11e scou t aud uoblemau arose to retire-a 11ight. there s11cldenly broke in upon the ears of t. 0111iuo11s threat: A "Buffo lo Bill, you are doomed!" i ll In a n the two men threw themseh'es u.a defellsive, while a harsh laugh resounded wither the heavy blows of an ax fell upon the siugle
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THE BU ff STORIES. Indians, and hileously painted, \\'ere white m.en iu disguise. Fiercer a11d fiercer the fire burned, nntil, confident that 110 one wilhi11 could be alive, thewilTER XV. "'WILD NELL'S VISITORS. Wild Nell sat alone in her borne, her brow cloud ed, as though she was in no agreeable mood. Things had Hot gone to suit her of late; she h ad risked considerable on cards and lost, and the English nobleman whon1 she had taken a liking to, after her first meeting ith him, was reported b\1rned 11p in the cabin of Buffalo Bill ; theu she had not heard from Roy Kent of lal:e, and the scout was away, no one knew where; so Wild Nell was out of sorts. } Presently a shadow foll upon her, and looking out, cshe saw a tall man before her, with lon g hair and beard, and dressed in an English hunting suit: "Pardon rnc, but do I address the fair lady known as 1 Wild ell?" h e said, politely, stepping across the Wild Nell looked searchingly into the face of the man b before her, and the11 said, quietly: ''Come in! Others your disguise rnay deceive, b11t me, tit cannot; I know your devil i>;h eyes too well, Roy .Kent." "Ah! then you do recognize m e, fair Nellie?" aud closillg the door and bolting it, the mau threw himself ri'j}{Q_ a cli air. 1 'fhis accursed hair and beard are as hot as though 1my head was in au oven," and the m a n took them off, th e act re"vealing his handsome, yet reckless a11d siuister [face. 1 "\Yell, where have you been, may I ask?" and the fc11aJJ looked at him in a way he did not seem exactly at eai-;c under. '' 'l'o St. Lo11is." ''\\'hat deviltry have you been in there?" "Getting rich and falliJJg i11 love." The \\'Oman started, but said, quietly: "Both of which you do11btless accomplished, as you 0)re not partic11lar as to the meaus you employ ill gaining )'OtH ends." 111 ''I would ha Ye been more successful had it not been ior that nobleman." "How hns he been in yo11r way?" ''He followed 111e East and thwarted my plans, for he 1nade kno\\n to my u11cle that his old mine was a Donanza, and, in fact, he nearly got my neck in the 11.ooose. '' the Englishman bas not been away; he ipe11<1s his clays in hunting, aucl--" 11 ''A 11c1 will hunt 110 more, except i n the happy hunt-ing grounds," laughed the rnau, hoarsely. d ''So it is s<:iicil: he" ;is bm ned up in the scout's cabin, and I bclic\e you were at the bottom of that fiendish -edeed." 'I was; it was well done, I th ink." / ''You usually perform your acts of de\ i 1 t n to tio11; bllt why did you say this Euglif'h nobleman was in St. Louis, when I knO\'.' he has been here?" "I tell you the truth, };ell, and--" "I tell you that YQ.ll lie; Jfo ifalo Dill has been abseut, and is still away, but Lorcl Elsloue--". "Bal what a fool I ha\'e been: now l see that I was mistake n in the man, and took scout, disguised as he was, for Lord Elstone, but then I believed that my bullet liacl pt1t an end to Cody \111til one of my men told me he was still ali\'e. I arn avenged now, for I roasted the scont and tlie Englislm,1an together." In an instaut Wild Nell was upo n her feet, her eyes blazing: "Do vou mean to say that Buffalo Bill was in that cabin?" "Yes; we trailed him fron1 the Medicine Creek here, and, peeping through the cracks in t'.:c cnbiu, I saw him withi11, aml so we nailed up the window and door, and roasted those two men like a couple of prairie chickens.'' "Roy Kent, I hate yot1 !'' There was something intensely hitter in lhe way in which the woman spoke that made the rnan feel ttucom fortable; but with an indifferent laugh. he retorted: "So you have often told me before, lL/ dear." ''A drop of water will wear away a stone, a ud you may yet gD too far. I hate yo11, and l've a miud to kill you," and the woman dropped her hand m enacingly upon h e r revolver. "Don't do it, Nell; you've a tender heart, and my death ::it your hands wo11ld keep you awake nights. Ko, instead of shooting me, aid me." ''In devil try?'' "Of course; why should I be engaged in a _nytbing else?'' ''What is your next card?" she asked. "I'll tell you: the old mine p: :11med out rich, as I told you, and I wishe d to get possession of it by fair means and failed; then I tried foul, and, through Buffalo Bill, in his disguise, I failed again. ''Now m y uncle comes out 'Vest to see about this mine, and with him is an old Jew who is to advance the money to work the mine, and who, by the way, holds my uncle's notes for nll he is worth. ''Along with my uncle comes my beautiful cousin, the only \ voman I e\'er loved, Nell.'" The woman's eyes were quickly lowered to hide tlie burning hate that shone in them at l1is words; but he went 011: ''She has a sof t place in her heart for me, Nell, and with the old gentleman away, I can win her for my \yife." Again the woman started, and her face b came livid; but made 110 reply, and Roy Kent, wholly reckless, co11ti11lled: '' \Vith b e r my wife I control her fortune, left by her mother, and the mine at her father's death will be hers, and 011t here men often die suddenly. Don't they, Nell?" they <;lo," was the rejoinder. '\\'ell, 111y uncle's moneyed man, the Jew, and his legal acl\'iser, a gigantic old fraud by the name of Shyster, \\'ith my lovely cousin and a scamp to whom

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28 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. she is engaged, and who is a t oo l in the hands of old Moses, will comprise the party, and I desire yon to aid me in a little plan I have to make a fortune by a bold strike." ''And then?'' ''Why, after I marry my cousin, thereby getting her money when she dies, aud. she cannot live long, as I leave her to your tender 111ercy, then I will go with you to Europe and we will rev e l in wealth." ''It is a fiendish plan, and I will not aid you,'' said the woman, calmly. "But i f I !Oay that you must?" ''I will still refu se. ''And you dare to disobey me, woman?" "I, do ; I have sinned for you and I am wretched; I am a wild she-devil, as men call me, yet I will never aid you again, Roy Kent, in one act of wrong. If I now killed you, I would sa\'e much misery in the world, and you certainly deserve death for your crimes." ''Nell I command ) ; Ott to take your h and from that pistol!" He spoke sternly, and threw all the magnetism he possessed into his eyes as he turned them upon the woman. He dared not attempt to draw his own revolver, for he knew that it would but haste n hi s end, as Wild ell was a dead center shot. Once more h e commanded her to place the dangerous toy she held back in her belt, and with a bitter laugh she refused. Then he knew that he had lost his remarkable power over her. With a smothered curse, he tried another plan. Instantly the angry li ght went out of his eyes, and the harshness from his voice, while he said in tones that caused her to tremble: ''Nell, I bare my heart to your aim. Fire! I will not resist, for I have wronged, bitterly wronged you, and I deserve death at your hands. 1 Fire, Nell, and dying breath I will forgive you.'' The weapon was lowere d, and in pleading tones, she cried: ''Oh Roy! did you mean that you would marry your co11s in and cast 111e off?' ''Why, Nell, you are a silly little fool to think I could desert you," answered the man, his heart bounding with joy at the triumph he now knew he had won. Into a corner of the room Wild Nell passionately threw the revolver and bounding forward, wa s caught in his arms. Instantly his fa ce changed, his eyes glinted like a snake's :rnd his arms encircled her, while lie drew from h e r b elt her own keeu knife. ''Oh, Roy! what would you do?" s h e cried, now thor oughly alarmed at the wild iu his face "I will place you were you rill never harm m e, m y beauty. I have long been tired of you, and you have lately shown a di sposition to kill m e." Holding her firmly, and so that she was unable to move, he raised the knife above her heart, while she fearlessly met his gaze, and said, without the quiver of a nerve: "Coward! murderer! strike! I \Yas a fool and deser death at your hands." "And you shall have it; but I wish first to make y tremble, curse you!" he hisse d, his face working wi hatred. ''Hold up a leetle, pard 'I'het's a girl you has tbar. From the womau's li ps broke a cry of joy; from t man came a muttered curse, as, looking in through t open window, he beheld an unkempt of hair, a dark, rough face pressed against the stock of a rifle t muzzle of which pointed into the room. Don't shoot! I mean her no harm." '' You'ye a duru fnnny \\'ay o' amusin' tber gal, the au' I guesses as how you'd better let up on the fum business and light ont, kase this weppin o' mine wa1 to explode awful bad. Git, pard, and don't come ram here aga i 11." The speaker never took his face from the stock of rifle as h e spoke and Roy Kent quickly threw Wild from him, s e iz e d his false wig and beard alld b ound from the n:wm, his face dern9niacal in its expression. As the clatter of hoofs was heard, showing that he h ridden away at full speed, the door of the cabin w darkeued, and there entered the man who had a mome b efore 'saved the life of Wild Nell. Re looked tQ be a miner from the Colorado diggin and was dre ssed rudely in red woolen shirt, c ordur pants, stuck in rawhide boots, and wore a greasy sombrero on his h ea d. His hair was t111ken 1pt and so was a fnll beard, a his complexion was rough. At his back was slung rifle, and in his uelt he wore a couple of revolvers an bowie knife. CHAPTER XVI;.. .Nl\IASKED. "I guess, sls, as how that man hai n' t a most parti lar friend o' youru,'' was the re111ark of the strang after Wild Nell had thanked him mo s t fervently for s, ing h er life. ''He s h ou ld be all in all to m e sir, but he hates as uitterly as I n ow hate him." 1 H e are a bad man to go back on a 'IYoman, and sarve him right ef I lied jist sent a bullet through head; but, I don't like to spi l e a pleasant joy for hangman, a11d I Jet up uu him. :J." guesses I'll meet h again, SOj:lletime, and then he'll want to spile my p ie fer m y attentions to him to-clay. What are his na sis?'' ''The m e n on the border call him Roy Kent, and Indians have another name for him-the Death Shot. ''I heerd o' him, and maybe you heerd o' me, as pards call 111<:! Ca s t I ron Bill, and I am the boss o 111ines, fer I'm a whole team, an' horse ter let, at whopper-jawed bulldog under the wagiu, leetle don't I "look terreeble." "No, you look like a man with a big heart, but if nered, I think you would be a very dangerous ener Now Jet me get you some suppe r, for it's growing lat ''I'm yer huckleberry on th.er eat, le etle gal, thoug don"t seem egzactly right in me to d estroy all your l visions, fer I'm a reg'ler commissary tent fer stor away rashins; but I'll not explain, as you'll see w

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 29 \"I kin do when yer trots out ther witals; but whars yer folks, for yer don't look like a widdy ?" J ''I am all alone; there is not a soul in the world that t cares for me,'' replied Wild Nell, sadly. "Du med if I wouldn't say that thar remark were er-.a-falsification o' th er solid trnth, ef yer were a man, yer looks as though everybody in ther world might hlike yer,'' 61 StiE :: tell you the truth; I am all alone, yet I am to take care of myself." "You looks thc t way, too, when one don't get you 011 ther sly, as th et feller did a while ago; but, tell me, does ryer know a young man whom the redskins call the and the miner paused in his eating, for 1Wild Nell had already placed eatables before him, and looked her straight in the face. f ''I did kuow Buffalo Bill, and a braver, better man h ever lived. 1 e "You talk as though he'd pa ssed in his chips, leetle egal ?" "He was burned to death iu his cabin two nights ago a -both he aud another splendid man.'' r.a 'You don't tell me so! But I don't believe it, for he r.1bain't ther man to go under yit; he's cut out fer a long lif e." g: "Yet I tell you the truth; he returned to his cabin, 0which was surrounded and set 011 fire by-by-a band of it was said, and the door a11d wi11dov" being nail ed up he was unable t o make his escape and per rJshed. Oh, what a terrible death for bra\'e me11 to die!" r "You're right thar, l eet le gal; but I don't believe i t dand I want yer to prove it." -''Alas! bow can I, and how glad I would be if it were oot so.'' ''Well, trot out the corpse ef yer wauts meter b'lieve it, re.r I hain't one who is givin' it up thet the scou t is iead." ici "You knew him, then?" e "Yas, I knows him we11, but ef he's cashed iu his I'm gwiue to cause several funerals, for I'm Beelzebub himself on revenge, p i ous as I look." 11 "And I, too, intend to avenge him The words fairly burst from the lips of Wild Nell aud I he turned her flashing eyes u po n the strauge guest. b ''Then we'll hitch horses on thet, l eet l e gal; now, r trho is we ter kill fust?" hi ''I know his murderer, and I have a bitter grmlge 'ct1gainst him." '' P'int him out, and he'll chaw t he cud o' disco rd to 111 'st." f For a moment Wild Nell was silent, and seemed buried t n deep thought, while the miner paused in his eating s l'nd attentively regarded her. t. At length she seemed to have made u p her miud to 11 orne course, and said: 0 "You are a brave man, and I believe have a noble ""'oul, so I will join forces with yo u aud seek reve nge the slayer of Buffalo Bill, and that other, who m'as also a true man and perished with him. at "Whether the scout has any relatives to mourn his gh'ss I know not; but the other was au English noble. ;an, who came to this country to find out about the of his brother, a brother who was cruelly murdered wlfre. "In England he left a l ord l y home and friends, and 011e who was more than a friend to him for h e was t o marry her upon his return, so he Lolcl me: if h e found tliat his broth e r was really dead for he a lso loved the lady with ail his heart, and came here to know the real truth of tlie body that lay iu the grave in the timber. "Now he i8 dead, and she must mourn for him as she did for his brother, and I feel rc\eugeful toward t he one who destroyed theit happiness, fur I, too, have had the joy of my life crushed, and I, too, know what it is to suffer. "Once, in the long ago, I wept when I suffer ed Now I curse, ay, and I hate! Di
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I THE BU ff A LO Bl L_STOR CHAPTER XVII. BROUGHT TO BAY. "Idi
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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES 8 1 ive me a locket to carry to th<;! only woman he had r lond. 'That woman was your mother, Nellie, and I carried I.her the locke t. 'Then it was that she me of you and of this bin, and she implored me to send you home to her. 'I swore to h e r that I wollld yet track Hoy Keut t o d death, and she bade me find yoll ai1cl !live to you this ll -'e11ess of herse lf, so l ong worn by the olJ 111i11er, and l u would not refuse to come to her.'' I, H e holds forth the locket given him by the dying per in the \-alley line, and with trembliug h ands, ., ild _'ell seiz!'s it, cryng iu hoarse tones: ':!,Iy motlier!'' e Roy Kent, prepare to meet me, and either you must soon die,'' and .Bi ll t hrows aside his \. coat. 513t1t in a of fascination all u nable to move -ir eyes now turned upon the two men prepari11g to if.Jet in a .death struggle, and all crowd nearer, for they ow thal it is to be a battle of giants. oiling his sleeves up and grasping his knife well in nd, Roy Kent, with his evil, yet i:itrangely handsome it.a fascinating face, wearing an expressiou of utter ldessness, awaits the moment to begi11 the struggle. kw instructions are given ill a low lone, a11<.1 then, silence, Bill aclva11ces to the combat. 'e,\Vith a hound, Roy Yent springs to meet him, and nmences tl1e f.ght with a desperate lunge, which ; \he heart of every one who sees it to cease beatiug d: the i11sla11t; but lhe scout skillfully parries the a?1st. gain the two men come togdlter, and this time they gtelt in terrible embrace, their knives held together :h giant force, and each glaring iuto the other's eyes. -rhen Roy Kent spri11gs nimbly backward, and it is dt>nt thal he 11ow krtO\\s that tlte scout is his equal in a11C\ acti\ity. moment's rest and again Roy Kc:it rushes forward; tc kni,es clash fiercely together for a few pnrries, otj tlie11 B11fialo Bill catches the !Jlarle of hi ndversary ectly i11 his arm, the steel piercing through. while lle Uve s his own weapon into the breast of the Toll ht f' 11 11' Curse yon! oh, curse you!" el\nd a wild yell goes np frolil tl1e throats of the In-11::;, a yell i11 which Jack Nelson aud Be:ner Ben join, !'ile Lord Elsto11e hounds fonrnrd .rnd grasps the ha11d Buffalo Bill. aboYC the triumphant cries arises one long '\Yail of c!!, as Wild ::\Tell staggers forward a11d throvvs herself m the dyi11g form of the man who has so wrouged her. ltl ''Oh Roy, Roy speak to me, speak I Even now I l o v e you!" Her tone is piteous, and she bends over the dying m a n with moans that would t ouch the hardest a s s h e cries: ''Roy, only once look iu m y eye s, only once before you die." T h e dark eyes opeu, and the fir e o f his impetuous spirit yet burns within them a s h e turns upon the woman; then the expr ess ion changes to sadness as be munnt1rs: I wronged you, Nellie, and you do not h a t e me." Agai u llis eyes cl ose, but all bear the word that trem b l es 011 his lips. It i s simply: ''Farewell!' * * Whe n Lord Victor E l stone returne d to E n gland h e carried with him t h e b ody of his dead brothe r as a p : oof t o Lady Helen 'I'e m p l e that the man she had loved was, i l'ldeed, dead. It also proved to her when she heard the s tran g e story of the secret of that lo;1e grave on the Western prai ries, and how Lord walter Elstone had been murdered and his murderer had been tracked to death, s h e had iearncd to love Lord Victor Elstone, and, w h e n he asked her to become his wife, she gladdened his heart by telli11g him bow dear he had become to her, and t his meant a \-Yeddiug that came soon afte;. Wild was glad, indeed, to give up her wild life, aucl in her 111other's love to Ii ,e down the past, striving to forget all that she hacl gone through for the man who had \:recked her every hope. Star E) c 'lrns much cast down for a while wh e n she cou lcl not wi11 the love of Buffalo Bill, but she rall iecl un
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1 ( TORIES WE were the first pnb-lishers in the world to print the famous sto ries of the James Boys, written bv that remarkable man,""'vv. B. La"son, whose name is a watch word \\ith our boys. We have had many imitators, and in order that no one shall be deceived in ac-Jesse James. cepting the spurio!.!s for the real we shall issue the best stories of the James Boys, by 1Ir. Lawson, in a .crew 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 Nar rative of the James Boys," "Jesse James' Legacy; or, The Border Cyclone," "Jesse James' Dare-DeYil Dance; or, Betrayed by One of Them," "Jesse James' Black Agents; or, The \Vild Raid at Bullion City." STREET & S::vnTH, Publishers, New York. ILL STORIES The only publication authorized by the Hon. Wm. F. Cody (Buffalo Bill.) Buffalo Bill. WE were th<" publishers of the :first story e\er written of the famous and world-reno\Yned Buffalo Bill. the great hero whose life has been one succession of excit ing and thrilling inci-dents combined "ith great successes and accomplishments, all of which \Yill be told in a series of grand stories which we shall now place before the American boys. The first of these stories entitled "Buffalo Bill, the Border King," appears in No. r of our new five=ccnt library entitled "The Buf falo Bill Stories." STRF.F.T & S :mTH, Publishers, New York. NICK CARTER STORIES THE best known detective in the world is Nick Carter. Stories by this noted slei1th are issued regularly in ''Nick Carter \Veekl y" (price five cents), and all his Nick Carter. work is written for us. It may interest the patrons and readers Qf the Nick Carter Series of Detective Stories to know that these famous stories will soon be produced upon the stage under unusually elaborate circumstances. Arrangements have just been completed between the publishers and :Manager F. "C. vVhitney, to present the entire set of Nick Carter stories in dramatic form. The first play o'f the series will be brought out next fall. E fREET & SMITH, Publishers, New York. IAMOND STORIES Diamond Dick. THE celebrated Dia-mond Dick stories can on1y be found Dia mond Dick, Jr.,The Boys' Best \Veekly." Diamond Dick and his son Bertie are the most unique and fascinating heroes of \Vestern romance. The scene, 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 siz0 and price as this pn blication, \\ith handsome illuminated co\'er. Price, :fiye cents. STREET & S:\fITH, Pnblis"J;iers, NEW York.


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