Buffalo Bill's unknown ally; or, The brand of the Red Arrow

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issued Weekly. By Subscription $2 5 0 f'er vear. Entere d as Second Class Matte r at New York P ost Offiu by SrREET & SMITH, 238 William St., N. Y. No. 15. Price, Five Cents "DON' T HALT, CONTINUE YOUR FLIGHT'" CRIED GENERAL CUSTER, WHILE BUFFALO BILL DREW REIN AND OPENED TO CHECK THE PURSUERS.


PublicAtion d Uthorued fwthe Hon.Wm.f.(oij Issued Wetldy. B y Subscription $Z..fO per year. Entered as Second Clan Matter at the N. Y. PtJst Office, by STREET & SMITH, 238 W 1 7/ia111 S t ., N. Y. Entered accordittl{ to Act of Congress in year 1 901, in the Office of tile Librar ian of Con gress, Washington, D. C. No. J5. N E W YORK, A ugus t 24, 190 1 Price Five Cents. BILL'S UNKNOWN ALLY; OR, The Brand of the Red 1\rrow. By the author of "BUFFALO BILL." CHA PTER I. BUFIIALO BILL SUR)."RISl.tD. horseman alone amid a vast, unbrofoen solitude o f tains and valley. te horseman had drawn the splendid animal he rode halt, and calmly gazed upon the scene of natural y around him. :! man needs no description to i111troduce him to the more than to say that he was Buffalo Bill, the Border and at the time he was winning a s the greatest of army scouts. I r t didly he sat his horse, his dark, piercing eyes watchfu'l of the scene about him-the watchfu.1f instinct, for, though he saw no danger, yet h e hat his life was in deadly peril. Suddenly, as from the clouds, came hvo sharp reports and a s hriek. Ins>tantly he drew rein and looked about him. Then the r e ieame a rushing sound, as though from the wings of a :thous and bfrds, and, glancing upward, bold as he was, and used to scenes of deadly peril, a cry escaped his lips. At the same moment his horse squatted low, as if from an unseen terrnr, and then was reined sharply back by his rider. And just in time! Down a few feet in front of Buffalo Bill there fel'l a I human form, as though from the clouds An exclamation of horror broke from the scout's lips at tl1e fearful sight, while his hor se sto0d snorting and tremblinewith fright.


2 THE BUFFALO Bl\Ll STORIES. "Be still, Rocket!" cried the rider, and he sprang from his saddk rand a:pproached the ma'SS of shattered humanity before him. l r t was that of a man, 1bearded and the flesh srtill quivering, but stone dead Upward glanced the scoi;t. His eyes feJ J upon a di-ff far aJbove, from 1whence he knew the man must have fallen. The shat

THE BUff J\LO BilL STORiES. 3 kiWhat were t ho se shQlt'S fir ed upon t he mountain, a w l e ago?" )f sk Gnernl Custer. Now, giood-by, Buffalo B,ill, be warned to keep o ut of the lan d of the Sioux!" e sp oke to h e r horse, and t h e animal bound e d ford shooting by the snout like an arrow. dy was in a quandary. Who and what was the ge girl w ho preferred to r emain in that wild land to wit h him? h e could n ot so lve the m ys t e ry, and he was half te d to take her trail; but remembering that she had ) ?" General Custe r was n ot far away, h e must seek for l ?' e da rin g geneTa l had oome \\'ith Buffalo Bii J on a 10' into the 1 2.nd of the Sionx to endeavo r to discover i 0 1illages of the r e dsk in s an d thei r force ier ey had pa:tcd to oa s s u p diffc:ent vaJ!c, s the scout b e een chased by a band of red s kins, ancl thus the uwo tim ecome separated, and :Suffalo Bill was m ost anxfor the safety of hi s general; t h erefore he hastene d gallop toward the s p ot indi cated by the mysterious of the mountains. had gone but half a mile when h e diS1covePed a man c:.pproachi n g throu g h some timbe r ahead, for heri 1 cl 'd d I b d h anon ia now w1 en e out mto a va Jey eyon t e \ta ins. itant l y the sco u l prepared t o greet a friend or foe. e r than a foe h e had n o expectation o f seeing th e r e , it was to meet Ge n e r a l C u ster; but the h o rse now ., was a white -animal, iancl .th e general had b een Y;ed upon a dark b ay steed. as tlic horseman cam e n ea r er, the scout saw hi s ofL d I 'In atY sa1c : is the g e ne ral ; but he has c h ange d hor ses !" y ou!nging forw:ar0d h e took off his bmad so mlbrero and o n 1 i t. "Oh, I put Rocket to a leap they did not care to risk on their ponies, and it gave me a long start, and in the da-rkn ess .that soon came on they couid not foll ow my itrai.J. But yo u have changed horse s, general. "Yes; and g;ood a'S was m y other, I have not lost by it, yo u see." "No; that i s a splendid animal; but where did you g et him, general?" "He was a present to me, Bill." "Did a girl give him to you si r ?" "Yes; .and a b eauty s h e is, too .. "Ob, I know her," declared Cody, indifferently "You know her?" "Oh, yes sir, and she's a dai sy for good look s, gen e ral. '' "Who is she Bill?" a ske d General Cus te r, with deep ill't erest. ''I 1:annot tell," and the scout s miled. "Her v e r y 1,_,ords bu: t who is s he, Bill?" "In 'truth, general, I cannot tell you, for I on l y made h e r acquaintance half an hour ago, and--" Y o u ha ,e 3cen her, then ?" "Yes, sir, I came upon her back in the canon ; but you have see n h er, too? .. I have, a nd I was following her trail w h en I s aw you; but where did she go?" "On through th e c:1fion, s ir, and I would hav e traile d her, but she told me where to find yo u and I came in search of you." "We wiil t r ail h e r :toget h er, Bill, for I must know more o f .this strange croea1tme; but, l et me tdl you h ow I met h er." And Ge neral C uster r e lat e d to the sco u t h ow h e had been enjoying t he grand beauty of th e scene from the m o untain spur, and had been startlC:d by her dashing into sight, purs ued b y a desperado e y e vo, Gen eral Custer! I am glad to meet you So lost was he in contemplation of the sce ne of for I haYe been most anx iou s about c ried grandeur that he had not heard th e qui ckly-fl yin g feet of ive Bill. cl." been n-'.ost a n x i ous about myself, Cody," ans t en, I the with a light laugh, while h e grasped 1d of the scout and added: about you, too, Bill, for I saw you were in hard ci1 th a sool"e of Tndia m aftrr you. How did yo u pursued and purs uer, nor the quick-drawn bre ath, l ike a hard-ilrnnte d deer until th e maiden had b ounde d around the spur and stopped directly below him. He heard the girl's threat to drive the knife to her heart; but waited the movement of the man. Then he saw h e r step to the edge of the and looi < r'.own and he heard her words:


4 l'HE B UFF A LO BAL L STORIESo "Stand back, o r I take the leap!" The man aga i n paused, yet uttered no word, though he fingered the revolver he heid, nervously "Let him take the leap!" came fmm the lip s of era! Custer. A startled cry from the girl. a pistol-shot, then another followed by a death-shriek; and the man took the leap, for the bullet of General Custer had pierced his heart. So sudden had been her rescue, so unexpected, there, in that wil derness, that th e young girl very nearly lost her nerve, and was for a moment in danger of toppling over the cliff, but she rallied and sprung away from the chasm edge "She would tell me nothing of herself, but said, as she saw that the man had killed my horse, that I would find another where the mountain trail crossed the brook, and to take my saddle and bridle with me. I did so, and dis covere d this splendid a nimal tied to a tree. "I saw that a trail of two horses led from the mountain to the brook, and one track on l y came in this direction. This told me that the girl had led thi s horse there for me, and had then ridden off, so I took her trail, and here I am." Buffalo Bill listened attentive l y to this story of the gen eral, and then said: "General, we are i n the very heart of the S ioux coun tr y." "Yes, I know that." "I was glad of your company, and yet I was sorry to see you r isk so much in corning here with me." VI ell, Cody, I'm here, so let us make the best of it "If I was alone, genera l I would follow this girl's trail.., "Agreed! I go with you, for I wish to know who he is." "Woe!! then, we will follow her trail t oget her. ., "And rescue h er, for she is a captive of the S i oux, of course." "She sa id not." "She told yo u she was not a captive ?" "Yes, sir. 'Then what is she, Cody?" r can only r e ply in her words, sir-I cannot tell." "Do you think any settler can have dared to settl e among the Sioux?" "I have not heard of any being s uch a fool, s.e would be certain death." "Vvell, how e l se can her p r ese nce be accounted for.k "I have heard of no such captive maiden amon" Sioux, general." "Nor I; but can it be that s he is the daughter of,c tler who fell in love with ome chief and went .. people with him?" .. She does not have the l ook of a girl that foolish" "Then again I ask-who and what is she, Bill ?"1s "I have general, of severa l renegade whitt]' who have fled to the Sioux for safety." h "Ah, yes, and she may be the daughter of Ce these men, reared in an Indian camp?" "Yes, sir, but then S>he was no common person. ,, a lady in look and wor ds, 111 spite of her ci costume T "You are right, Bill; she was no ignorant g i1,0 talked well and l ooked the lady vY_e must so11 : m ys t e r y CHAPTER II. TROUBLE. The trail of the horse ridden by the unknO\c sho\.ved that she did not anticipate being followed, f-J had n ot urged the animal out of a slow canter : un when Buffalo Bill and Gen era l Custer at last (e s ight of her they were considerab l y startled to I')\ horse feeding clo e in under the shadow of the clifat she was bending over the grave of the desperadci body tihe scout had buried. l "\Vhy, she is throwing the earth out of the crrav1i said General Custer. "She is indeed g eneral; but let us draw bady sight and watch her." 0 This they did, and to their amazement they be: mangled body drawn up out of Llie graYe, and 'a girl seemed to be earching in th e pockets he "By Jove! she is doing what I forgot to do," e scout. "You took his belt of arms?" 1 ''Yes, sir, they are on my saddle, but one r ev o . \ 0 rn1ss111g. 1 1


. THE BU ff ALO BILL 5 le "He killed my hor s e \rith one, an J it fell from hi s hand I shot him and he s arrgered back ove r the cliff. But s e girl pi c ked it up and carried off with her." 'Can it be that she is really robbing the dead, general?" Xked Buffal o Hill. '.>11 "I do not under s tand it, Cody!" ''Kor T sir, but see! he has taken a paper from his f cket and i reading it." ; t "Yes, ir, and places it in her b o om." uppo e w e advapce now?'' .sh "All right Bill," and mounting tiheir ponies, General ?" lister and Buffal o Dill rode auickly forward. tit The girl heard their horses' hoof -falls, started, bounded her p ony, a!1d s pringing upon his back, darted away qe the wind d0\n1 the canon. ''Sba!l ,,-e pursue, sir?" ''l don't half like it Bill, for she eems determined If fCid us. But we mu st rebury that poor wretch." They rode forward o n ce more and soon r eac hed the gi\poi;ed grave. sol fhe general s hndcl ere d, familiar as he was to such nes, 1rhen his eyes fell upo n the mangled form of the 111 l:e had shot, and Buffalo Bill dismounte d and quickly the body in th e blanket. fhen he the l oose earth out of. th e grave and r n o\\ced i n it the limp i"Drrn. eel, :-laving clone t

THE BUFF f\.LO STORIES "\Ve are in trouble, general, for the rest of the tr ibe are at this end of the canon." "'vVe are in a trap, Bil), that is certain," said the general with a smile. "Yes, sir, and a woman was at the bottom of it,'' laughed the scout. "Borderman as I claim to be, I see no way out of the "Yes, but we'll have to desert our horses." a "True, general, but dearly as I love old Rocket, I ) my life better. They won't harm the horses, but if t catch us we will be slowly roasted alive." !\ "You are right, Bill; but it will be an accident if :r can throw a rock so as to fall on the other side of t trre." ::>1 scrape, Cody." \ "It will be, sir, but I must try it, while you please !? 1 They were in a crescent-shaped space in the cai . u where they had ample room and were concealed 1 The general looked up to the canon walls upon either side as he spoke. The canon was l ike the small part of an 010ur-glass, an eye up and down the canon." d uj connecting the two valleys that spread out from it, and any one commg up or own the narrow pass between 1 though but half a mile in length, there was no way of valleys. leaving it after having entered it at one end or the other, Having selected a rock that was suitable, Buffalo > n for the sides were precipitous walls, rising to the 1height made it fast to the end of the lariat with strings cut f'1 of from sixty to two hundred feet. his neck.,handkerchief. Then he stood back, ancL coi "We haven't got wings, general, and we need them now the lariats and stake-ropes, all bound to get out of here," said the scout. the rock around and around and gave it a Jerk mto ', air. "We do, indeed." "We can get in this li-ttle curve and stand the redskins ,. Eagerly he watched it, while the general, from off if they attack us, for they mean to come on at night, : stand where he could see up and down the canon, S ,, gazed lo note tihe result. Ir. "You think they know we are here, Bill?" _,It struck the wall a few feet below the tree and ( "Sure! they have had an eye on us from the mountains, back again. Then it wa thrown again, and saw us ride into the canon and swooped down upon the though the tremendous strength of the scout sent it , other side, and there they are, and here we arc." above ancL beyond the tree, it did not roll, as he he "Is there no hope?" and fell upon the other side. c 'f.he question was asked without a quiver in the v01ce. "As long as thercs life there's h o pe, general, and I don't think you arc a man to say die any more than I am. If they attack us, and we go under, we will leave squaw widows behind, and I intend to take along as much Injun company to the happy hunting-grounds as I can. But, how high do you call tihat tree yonder?" and Buffalo Bill pointed to a scraggy pine growing on the top of the cliff. "About seventy feet." "So I think, sir, and our lariats will make eighty, while our stake-ropes will run as much more." "But how can we get them up the tree?" "I can only try to do so by throwing a rock, with one end of t i he lariat attached, and have it roll down the other When his arm was tired o ut, General Custer took it. al o tried, but with the same re s ult, and darkness coi .i on, they were forced to give it up, for the rock was 1;1 to fall back upo n their heads. "It's no u e, Bill.., "No, general; \Ye are in for it, I guess." "You can think of no plan?" h IC l C J i-\s "Did yo u notice any niche, like this one we are i ii either s ide of the canon, up or down, between hen115 the ends?" A 'I noticed only that it was a solid wall, with n,..1 1( ception 0 this break where we are." t s "I was in hopes there was some place where we i s hide, and thus let the redskins pass us by in the though we would, of course, have to leave our lch ; side of the tree. here." 'hii "If we can get the line around it, and both ends down "There is not a shelter a w olf could find." here, we can cli:nb up.'' "Then we must sit here and await the coming


THE BUff f\L O B ILL STORIES. 7 edskins, and my plan i to open with a r evo lver in each and, cla h out upo n the m and othus cut our through if we can." t "We can but try, Bill, and it will b e death to remain, nd no more to try to cut our way through, whil e the sur f rise will b e in our favor." "V.:e ll, s ir we. will mount our h o r ses and await the ming of th e S ioux. when they get near w e will charge k gether, and to the right, for that will carry u s away om their villages. "If either get. through, general, be can tell how the :a1 f ther .died: but if neithe r o f u s escape the boys will find 1t some day how General C u ste r and Buffa l o Bill were ten lifiecl o ut. and 1 guess th ey'll think we w ere not l o n e me on t h e t rail l o the pirit Land for want of redskin lo t f mpany," and the scout laughed reck l essly. 'Then the t,,. o brav e men rnounlecl the ir horses, dre1Y a CO! SW volver in each hand. and a l waiting th dread ordeal. A moment more and there came a sound in th e ca ii.on. rto o m HAPT .ER III. m, nu: )JAJD OF '.II 'ISTSRY. d "Gzn<.'r al, that sound i s behind u s," B uffal o Bill an-111 u ncecl. 1111, "So I thclight, 'och.'' it I will take a loo k h:ick yonder, for so m e reel kins may : h ., c a moti o n to surprise u that way. 'Ho11 ca n the1 ?" )k i ''I' I I I l >Y cc1111:1g c ow n as e 1 opcc to go u1:r-on a anat. ; COlf'Ah, \ 'CS.,, as 1The t :\'o me n had p c ken in a whisper, a n d, s lippin g off his h orse, t h e sco ut crept back int o th e littl e ravine, tich only ran some forty feet into the solid wall o f the e n and was about half as wide a:;ain. l\s he moved along uncle the precipice, h e sudden l y tre 1 int o someth in,g. her n s tanlly h e halled and his h;;.ncl clutcl1e1 d it. A lasso, he muttered. h t hen h e shrunk and waitt ; d. "On e at a time o nl y will come dmrn, and I'll be ready t o welcome him/' d ec ided t he sco ut, as h e s h runk back close r in to the shadow. Soon the lariat began to sway t o <:ncl fro. "He i s corni ng,'' was the scout's decision. The lariat swaye d more vi olently, .and Buffal o B ill rai sed hi s revolv e r as he saw a form descending, and \Yhich, in the darkness h e supposed was a Sioux. Hardly had h e -.lev e l ed the weapon whe n he happened to think that a s hot might precipitate matters. "Steel is safer now, and I will us e it, and then, l\Ir. Sioux, I'H borrow your lariat to climb up on," muttered Cody, a s he repl aced the revolver and drew his bmYie knife. The fo rm d escending by the lariat was now but a few feet above th e head of the scout, whose e y es were firmly fixed u pon it. A moment m o re and Buffalo Bill grasped the fo rmbut it was not a Sioux brave. It was a w oman! ":\ I y Goel, gi rl! I nearly drove my knife into your heart,'' cried the scout, as h e almost staggered back in astonishment at the narrow escape he bad had of murde r in g a woman. "You dee m e d m e a Sioux warrior, Buffalo Bill?" was the quiet r e ply of he gi rl. "Yes, I certainly did." l a m n ot, you see ; but wh e re i s General Custer?" ''Yonder; yo u can see him in the edge of the ravine." I see him, so go and bid him come here.". 'He i s watching for th e coming of the redskins." "They w ill not attack )rou for an hour yet, so do as I say." T h e sco u t obeyed, and a moment after the general approac h ed the girl and. said ; with surprise: Vle meet again, miss, for Buffalo Bill told me who you 1ye r e." "Ah! who did h e say tha t I am?" she aske d. "He said that yo u were the same strange creature we had b o th met during the day." '.[ understand now sir, your words, but I supposed you t seemed, a s h e thought and had said that the red -m eant that he knew me s were comin g down upo n them from th e cliff. "i\o, and I only wis1h that I did; but you came down dar e felt the end of the lariat, and di scovere d a stone fro m the clo ud s, I b elieve?" iur to it. ''Y cs, from the cliff." ing 'his had made the sound he had heard, and it told 1one on the cliff that the lariat had touched ground. "And \\ hy?" "To save you fro m death."


8 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. '' .-\h bow knew you of our danger?" ''It matters only t.hat I know it, and have come to aid you. "You are most kind." "You were foolish to foJlow my trail." 'So I've thought ever since we got caught in this trap; but where are the Sioux?" "At either end of the canon." ''And mean to attack us?" "Yes, after a while, or rather to come here to attack you; bu t they will not find you l here." "I al ready owe you a favor, for I got the horse you left me." "Yours was slain in my defense; but you must desert Y?ur ho rses again for up this lariat is your only chance of escape ." l,,I w ill ascend first, and then you tie on your s addl es arl.d bri d !es and I will draw them up, after which you cart ome, and the scout will follow you." J "Dut why our saddles and bridles?" "I have othe r horses awaiting you. "Ali! but will yo u not get int:o trouble?" "No." "I will call the scout," and he walked away. when General Custer return e d with Buffalo Bill, the girl was gone. She was half way up the lariat, and soon she disap peared over the edge of the diff. Tihen General Custer's saddle and equipments were tied on, and up they went. A few moments passed ; the rope descended and the scout's outfit was drawn up. Rocket, old fellow, for I've got to leave you Some day I hope to get you back, and the scalp of the Sioux who rides you," said Buffalo Bill. Seizing the rope, the general now began to ascend. It was no easy climb ; with his boots and arms; but he went up like a sailor, hand over hand, and soon disap peared in tihe darkness above. Bl'.ffalo Bill then grasped the lariats, for there were three together, and made the ascent. He found that .the girl had made uhe other end fast to the tree he had tried to make use of, and she was standing upon the cliff with General Custer as he rea ched the top. She at once began t o draw up the lariats and coili1 them about her, s aid simply: n up your traps and follow me." They both obeyed in s ilence, and Sohe led them b;f along th e ridge for a di:-tance of a mile, gliding lik1 '( shadow ahead of them. Pas.sing over the ridige, s h e began the d escent, and a. a hard walk they reached the valley, and held on t way until th ey came to 1the bank of a sma ll pebbly sitre; In it, made fast to a lariat stretched across, trees upon either bank, were three white horses. They w ere so fastened that they stood in the water could n o t reach the shore. She unfastened the lariat stretohecL across, and t sprung into the stream th e water of which was up to knees I Crossing to the other b a nk, s he unfas t e n e d the furf rope-end and returned into the broo k, from which, .. a bound, she mounted the horse nearest to her. "You will have to wade in an.nd Bufialo Bi'= upon thei r horses, gazing after h e r in utter amazemi 1a She had saved them from dcath b y torture doul t and th e n d ese;ted them without a word as t o wh1 had done so, or who she was. "'Well, Bill. what do you think of that?" asked the1i


THE BUff f\lO B =Ll STORIE S l' she had disappeared from sight in the moun-shadows. 'I am half-inclined to b e lieve she is a spirit,., was the b -serious, half-joking response of the bewildere d scout. k 'General, we must give up that mystery now and h ead a the fort; but I will solve this riddle yet," decidedl y 1&ke the scout. t }You me this, Bill, for that girl nmst rtot a in a captive among the reds kin s and. aft.er s he had w eel our lives, as she ha s clo ne, w e owe i t to our man-d to help her." "Ha! it is the bran d of the Reel Arr.ow!" 'Yes, sir, and y onr h o rse bears. the same,'' and the moti oned 'to the crimson rn :ark upon the neck of the a n imal ridden by the general, and the c ounterpart of the br.ancl c 1pon his own horse. The two animah whi ch the mysiterious ":Ma id of Mys tery,,. a s Buffalo Bill named her, had give n to the general and th e scout, were certainly very fin e ones. They were Indian ponies, rather larger than t h e aver-age, and w h it e as snow, excepting the Reel Arrow which had been brande d upon their n ecks in some mysterious r If she needs help, geneml; but we must find out her manner. t et at least, and I pl' omi1>e you I will do so But, now the f ort." to i o saying, the scout led .the way out of the stream, and wing the t r ail leading eastwar d, they pressed on at ur pid cat1'ter. \: fhese are goo d h orses, Bill." hey are indeed, sir." They went a long a;t an easy pace, showing n o fatigue, and with oll't other advenbure t h e two fri e n ds, Custer and Cody, had arrived with in a few mil es of the first cabi n of t h e settJ.ements, when a distant shot reached their keen ears. Di smounting, Buffalo Bill r a n :to t h e top of a ridge I that hid the pr ai rie beyond. he girl seems to have o nly white h orses." ,. (\ It might b e a settler, or an officer from the for t, twenty es. ancl so ghosts are sa id to have onl\' snow-white 1d miles away, h unting game; but then it might also be tls," laughed the s cout. B y Jove! Bill, but I half beli e ve you think the girl is :av(\ k ,, iOO \Jo, general I d o n t believe in the supernatural; but >WO 1 . 1 . cl I f 1 certam y 1 s a mys1tenon s )emg, an )tit or 1er we Y'tn d i.. I 1 now iue c eac, or pnsoners. o, not prisoners, Bill, for when all hope i>S gone, nd T than become a c a ptive to die b y the fiendi s h tor to which the Sioux are adepts i n I kee p a bullet 1bly1 Y own heart. d b y do not fear death, as you kno w : but I fear suc h s h as these redskins can inflict," and General CL1 ster :t b)e with an impressiveness which Buffalo Bill noticed \e time and r 1 e memibered long after, wh e n he h::id war' n for so d oing. the gray dawn stol e over the pmiries, the general 1e scout presse d o n. on B n th ey halted in a dump of timber that fringed the 1 J o f a prairie stream, for res t and breakfas t for emq had their provi s i o n haversacks with the m. :ioub l they d'rew rein in the timber, and t he lii

iO THE BU f f ALO B ILL STORI ES. h and urging their horse s to their full speevilcl land. Officers had met them at the fort, and the young settlers were all anxious to \\in favor in the eyes of P earl and Ruby Vassar. 1e A FLYING FIGHT. Once over a ridge, the general and B uffalo Bill we in a position bo dash down 1nto the valley and head 1 ii it:wo gi rls off, and could throw themselves betiweie the pursued and their pursuers. )c This they determined to do, and if their presence <\.r not check the redskins, they could follow on after Ruv: and Pearl in a running fight. .y, As they dashed to the rescue the wild warcry of B:r falo Bill, so well known to the Ind. ians, burst fr.om t lips, while General Cus1ter waved his 1 black sombr d around his head, and loud rung the word, as ;though" command to his 1cavah'ymen: .n l "CharO'e 1" An educated man, once weal.thy, their father had t> fe h Bath pursued iand pursuers heard that ringing w3. sought a home upon the Kansas border, and until t eir twelfth and thirteenth year, Pearl and Rulby and been t ear'ed in a life almost as wild as the Indians about them. Mrs. VasSa r died, and the settler had sold o u t his farm, sent hfa daughters to St. Louis to boarding-school, while he had gone ito it:he &'old mines. After !Jwo years of indiffererut success he had again gone to farming, but further :out on the border, in Wy-oming. He had erected a spacious cleared a hundred acres of land, and made himseH comfortalbJ.e, after whi:ch. he had sent for his daughters to come and j.oin him. Their eairl y Me on the prafr : ies had given them a zest for just such a life, and it:hey haid gladly given up their boarding-school for the, foee life of the plains. The wagon-train which brought them also brought cry, that loud command, and the laHer half drewhi rein, whiie the forme1 swerved from their course 0 though to meet those 1who so daringly came to their 11 e cue. Down the slope dashed the gallant Custer and the < ,t ing scout, their repeating rifles ready for use. With bu1 t an insta 'nt of hesitation, the redskins came 0 v while they burst forth in defianit war cries, as ... VJ determined not to lose their game. The Border Belles were known to ride always ::.'t fleetest horses, and yet the redskins had been ste a(nc gaining upon them, and, 'but for the appearance of '.o general and the S'Cou.t, woU'ld have overtaken them wil the next mi le or 1Jwo. "What is best, Bill?" asked rode toward the Indians. a\ :>k General Custer, as t c "You wheel alongside of the Belles, general, and \ i on with them, whil e I drop back ito try my rifle on tie odds and ends of various kinds to make their home comfellows." 0 fortable, and it was not very long after their arrival be fore Sunset R:anch was a delightful abid ing pla ce. Henry Vassar tilled his land and looked after his s i tock, and his daughters did the hous ework, and hunted, fished iand rode ov.er the prairies and mountains to their heart's delight. These daughters it was that General Cu ster and Buffalo Bill now beheld flying for their lives before a dozen pursui n g redskin$. "You are always looking out for my safety, Cf' but this is not a case of General Custer, but as rru1'1a man, so we'll Jet the girls ride on al911e, while we ps their battle for them." Bill 111ade no reply, a n1on1ent after the ma ... dashed up. e Their faces were flushed with excitement now;r fear, for they knew that no two braver defenders 2 t they find upon the border, as General Custer and Bun Bill were both known to them.


T H E BUFF ALO B ILL STORI ES. hair had fallen down and hung in masses tx> the backs of their cponies. In their hands they each ied a rep eating rifle though they had empt ied them 1eir bulleits when 'the pursuit firs1t began, and had no e cartridges with rthem. t till, each had a revolver, which they had kept for use e e last moment of h ope on't halt; continue your flight! cried nster. nd you?" a sked Ruby. ill drop back and .try.and keep those devils at bay." N' ell, we will drop back with you, for we are not B g to desert those who take the chances you have to to our aid-eh, sis?" said Ruby. or To, indeed! But who'll lend me cartridges for my ?" "WeJ.1, Cody. you are generally correct, and may be now; so I will empty my rifle and, I hope, do as weil as you did ." As he spoke, General Custer reineJo, for see, my man has not fallen from his saddle, though wounded; but they still hold on in cl.1ase." "Yes, sir; but I'll stop them for a moment!" And Buffalo Bill halted, sprung to the ground, and throwing hi s rifle to hi s shoulder, took de'!i.berate aim. The pu'fSuers seemed to know the man and what was coming, for they dropped k>1w on their horses and Sl\Verved : wildly from

12 THE BU ff /\LO BILL STOt:Ua:.S. hide the fa.:t that th'ey are not r edskins, and also, having re og nizect you, they will of course expect purstrit from the fopt." r \ few moments more and the timber was r eac h ed, and Genera l Custer and the girls rode o n toward-the settle ment, lea ving the sco ut to follow on the trail of those who he had d ec lare d to be whi r te men in t h e disguise o f Indians. The general was anxious to reach the fort, for he had already been gone l onger than he intended, and knew tha 1 t nothing short of a command not to gio would deter the scout from following the trail of those he had de clared vvere not Indians, but white men in the guise of such. As Buffal o Bill's scouting exped itfons were alrmosit al ways alone, th e commander felt that Cody was well cap a ble of taking care o f himself, though he was risking much to pursue a gang of desperadoes who had been but partially defea ted in their attempted capture of ithe girls. Having recogniz ed the scout, as they unquestionably did, the outla 1 ws would suspect him of doing just what he had done, and thus li e in ambush for him. As thi s thought came to Custer he sudde nl y drew rem and sai

THE BUFF 1\LO BILL STORIES. 13 _finner awai -ting me, but, as you have such pleasan t y I'll fo rgive you; so dismournt, general, and ir," said Henry Vas ar. re have yo u b en, father, that you were home so [ t d, bul fo1: General C u ster, your da u ghte r s would i11 e r e now?,. fear] aid. '' BLiffalb Ilj.li, !oo, fo r h e and rt:he gen eral saved kicl;iappecl," Ruby announced. r r turned pale and anxiously asked: ou m ea n it? Were you in danger?" k few Pearl told of their narrow escape. II' hat were you d oing so far from home?" g to meet you, father,.as your note ordered." n ote?" ha', father, ye>u look be\vildered." '. Ruby, for I sent you no note na idens looked at each oth e r in s urpri se, and then arral CL1 te r who aid: ;ii' young ladies told me, Mr. Vas ar, that they had n ote from you, brought hy an Indian b oy, which to come t 10 Spring Valley and help you drive J 1\me cattle you had pur: chased." < es ghl ha! f a dozen head of cattle, it i s true, but I r1em home wit hoLit trouble, and more, I sent so ttete. m t does it mean?" ran inlo the hotise and at once r eturned wibh the un l kle s not your writing, father?" not, though it clo se l y rese m bles my wnt111g. ry' some underhand work in this." 01 1 Custer lo ok the note, which was written o n the s not e -b ook, and in p e ncil. He read it aloud as ter ar ear Pearl :-I wish yo u and Ruby to mount your ies and come at o nc e t o the Spring Valley, to drive home the cattle I ha ve bought, for they ys ild for m e to handle them a l o n e I will wait l>y th e Willow Spring, so come b y the v a lley n't forget to rid e your poni es that have b ee n art ers, for yo u will need the m. "YOUR FATHER." ou say t!his lett e r i s a forgery, Mr. Vassar?" fot General Custer, for I reached h o me soon after noon with my cattle, coming by the ridge trail, and had no trouble." vVhat can it mean?" queried Pearl, anx i o u s l y "It m e ans that a t1ap was se t for us, and by some o ne who knows father's writing; yes, and abou t our home, too, for h e want e d u s to ride the cattle-driving ponies, which are not n ea r so fle e t as our horses "I tell yo u, Buffalo Bill was rigiht, General Custer: those men were not redsk ins! and Ruby's fa ce flushed with indignation. "You are rig-ht Miss Ruby; Buffalo Bill read them well, and, as he is on their trail, we will know just who your intended kidnappers are," the gen eral res poncleJ whil e Pearl sa id, in a low tone: ".Yes, if they do not kill tihe brave scout." CHAPTER V TRAILING FOES. Buffalo Bill knew the peculiarities of each tri be. and could tell at a glance a Comanche from an Apache, a Sioux from a Pawnee, a Cheyenne from a Winnebago A lo ok at the country, and with the instinct that tb c Indi an and the brute creation have, he could tell where the re was water to be found or a good camping-grom; u and thus h e read all other signs that others, l ess skilleJ,. cou ld not see. In the pursLrers of the two sistePs his experienced eye had note d that b h e r e was a difference in the riding and acti.o ns of the horsemen from what Indians w ould be and thus he felt certa in that they were white men masquerading in th e guise of redskins. With this b el ief in his mind, ihe was anxious to discover just who it was that were playin g so bold a part. As chief of sco u ts at the fort, it' was his duty to solve b order m ys teri es, and here was on"e that he felt should b e l ooked into closely The r e were 'Other foes upon bhat wild border than r e d skins, for there was a band of o u tlaws kno wn as Gol d Ghouls who haunted the overland trails, robbing pon y express riders, stage coaches, and now and then a government wagon train. Waging war upon their ow11: race, these outlaws, it was saicl, were allies of the Sioux, and had their haunts in the fastnesses of the mountains, w h e re there were not enough


14 THE BUffALO BILL soldiers to follow them, a s it would take a large force to invade the Indian country. '\Vith the desire to discover just who these men were, Buffalo Bill started upon his lone trail. But h e was too cautious to follow them, expecting just what General C u ster had dreaded, an ambuscade; so he watched them from a hiding-plac e, saw which way they went, and, knowing the country thoroughly, as h e did h e divined tihe trail they would take. So he made a flank movement o f several miles, urgc-.1 his horse to a good speed, and, getting ahead of the trail which he expected th em to come, quietly decided to ambush them. His kn owledge of the ground told him about where they w ould camp for the night, and so hiding his horse in a secure retreat, and stripping him of his sad:dle and bridle, he staked him out to feed and rest while he went on foot to a point which he knew that the hors e men must pass. It was a clump of timber, an acre in size, upon the top of a knoll, and with scores of bowlders scattered about in it. T.hetrail led directly through the timber; so the .scout sought a secnre hiding-place among the rocks, not twenty yards fro m where the party must pass. He presumed that some of the gang woud1J. speak, as they rode by and he could know whether it was Indian o r Engl ish, while he could see t1hem

THE BU ff f\LO BILL 15 1 r cap'n won't be clie::!d beat, though, for he m e ans rure them gal s an d he'll do tt." may take oath o n that, pard, for when ther cap'n -i to do a Lhing h e g its thar." n t hat man is not their l eade r after all," muttered Bill, as he h ea rd this, a n d he listened attentively t folJOi\ec\. a y parcl, \v'hat does Cap'n Carlos wa nt with boih h gals?'' ,, os get some deep littl e game o n hand, y o u bet, thet 't in capterin' 'em b o th.'' 1 y is bean ties." \' .. a fact they i s." 'O e o' th e r yonng set tl e rs see m s ter win em." : h th_ey hain'.t n ? foo ls, them gals o Vassar''S hain't, ry etllers, for they ba s tbei; giddy h e ad s set on fro m the.fort.'' N hli, we did our be st, and we l bst e m and it's IT\nd the genera l we hav e to thank for it and for jng of o ur con{racles, t oo. 1 ti we'll even up some day on 'em, and d on't yo u f ttY :ne'I will." )"OU talk s traight, pa>rds, u ks,s matk t11em too men for our game, p ards." n aorus of yells in the affirm&it'ive fol l o w e d this re nd the leader said: to 1 have re ason to fear .. Cod y for h e will t ra c k us nd it was to avoid this t h e captai n u s play he fe we h ave reasons to Custer, for he will hang :al. 11e. as h e catches us; so I say, too, pa:rcLs, it's war SU'rnd C)11 Buffa\o Bill and General Custer, and no Lgai? e-ith.er of' the m." itiord the leader, -and 1 t h e n'l.en were only too a11iXious with him in th e threat against it:he bmve soklier ;, 1111 the :1:-out,. whom 1they so greatly feared. pards, it i 1 s wearin;along, s10 lert: us turn in, for d l 'be going S>OOn a fter midnight, so we don t dare t h e g lmtil we get: where the so ldi ers won't follow u s 1oing t o find a soft rock yo nder, for my head," h ei 1g his blankets, the J() U1tla;w w alked towiard the :au re Buffalo Bill was crouched, r eady .VO face the :o-d a CHAPTER VI. n t AN APPARITION T N HIS P.\'l'I-I. rge.d n ote to the maidens de c id e d Gene ral Cu s ye a talk with the settler, wit h a v i e w to discov ell m v/hen ce it had oome; oo h e remai n ed at i, and until quite a lat e hour they canvasse d the "Have you refused any o f your numerous lovers of iat-e, yolmg ladi es?'' askied the general, seeming to think . that t h e r ein would be a clew. I haven't had a cha nce, Pearl said, laughing. ''I'm too afraid of b e ing an old maid to refuse an of fer," Ruby r ep l ied, innocentl y "I must, h o wever, disag/ee wiith you, and again ask my the ge neral per s is.ted. "You don' i t think we woul d have such hordble fellow s for as men who would kidnap us for ir:efu.sing to marry .them, geneml ?" "Yes, Miss Rll'by, yo u might have just suc:h lovers Thi s i s a n u11sett l ed country, wher e, naturall y some r ather diespera1te characters oongregate! who your nei ghbors are 6r t h ose you meet, you do know, and app ea r 1 the y ev e r so honest, 1: hey may ibe of the Gold Gh1 o uls, fo r all yo u can find ou 1 t," and the g.enenal spoke earnestly General Cu ster, are the Gold Gh ou l s ?'" aske-1 PearL "Th a t i s just what I am 1ainxious to find o u t, M iss Pearl. I s impl y know th e m as a band of outlaws, I think in l eag ue w ith t-he Sioux, who haunt the overland trails; robbing stage-coac h es, .sltealing horses, off stock, and now and 1 th e n pi'llaging a siettler's h ome. Their chief is said to lbe one Carlos. MoreI cammt tell you; ibut I beJ.ieve I wil'l sd Cody upon itheir track, for if any man can .nm : them down he can." "He c.an, ind eed, sir, and I :beEeve he has a wiatch u:pon t hem as well as uipon >the Sioux," remarked Vassar: "Je would n!Ot be urpris e d if h e fouirtd !!:hose whose trail h e is now on, to see some of Jthe GoJ.d Gho uls gang, and I 1 advise you young ladies n o t to 1:iake ong rides wwa.y from home as yo u hiave been doing, for ait any moment 1we may expect a. Sioux raid, not t'o speak of Carl os and hi s outl'aiws proiwling about. "Bttt yo u have n ot 1;:i:nswered my question about your disoairded beaux, for if I knew tha 1 t any one hiad received a rdusal at rt:he hands o f e i t h e r of yo u young I might lbe 1aJbl e to find a ha'S'is for the forged let:ter." Pea:rl glanced at Ruby and Ruby at her sister; th e n b ot h laugh ed. Just then :the watch-dogs began to :bark, and going Ito the d 1 oo r the sett l e r s aw a h ors eman dismmmrt:ing at the hit c hin g post, and seemingly unmindfol of the snarling brutes a-bou t him. Calling off the dogs, the sett l e r rec og ni ze d his vi s itor as 1 a young m an who had settled do wn the. valley ten miles a 1 way, some six month s 1beore, and who had qui .te a l mg.e ca ttle ra-nch. ".Nh, Mr. Golder, I am glad to see you. Get out, you brutes!" and with a ki ck at the dogs, Mr. Vassar greeted his visiEor and led him into the sitting-room.


16 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. He was a handsome young fellow, scarcely over twenty eigh t, with a bronzed, frank face, full of character and daring. He was well dressed, particularly so for the border, as he wore a black vdvet jacket, a silk s 1 hirt, grny corduroy pants and handsome cavalry boots, ornamented with spurs. His sombrero was embroidered in the Mexican style and encrcled by a gold corJ, a miniature .Jariat. In his black silk scarf glittered a diamond, and a ruby ring encircled the small finger of his left hand. His weapons were of the finest make1 and altogether he looked the gentleman plainsman. He bowed low tc;i the two sisters, and greeted wJth dig nified courtesy General Custer, whom he had met before. "It is rather late to make a call, Mr. Vassar, but I 'have been up the country to buy some cattle, and I noticed signs of Indians over in the valley, so thought I would stop by, and warn the young ladies not to venture too far from home. "Have your scouts reported Indian signs about, era!?" "I have been away from the fort for some days Mr. Gold .en; but I have seen Indian signs myself, and so haw; the young ladies, as they can tell you," the genernl responded. ''Yes, far more signs than we cared for," Ruby said, and she told of the chase of the afternoon. "Now, this is too bad general, that you and Buffalo Bill should be tihe heroes and rescue Miss Pearl and Miss Ruby. \\T hy, there are a score of young settlers iittthis part of the country who would give their right arms to have been in your place; but I have heard < it said that you and Cody were born for lu ck." I hope so," laughed the general, and soon after Golden to o k 1 his leave, declining to remain all night as the settler t rged him to do. "That is one of the finest young fellows in the settle ment and I would like to know which one of you young. ladies he is in love with," said General Custer. "Both of us, he says, and I believe him, for he's sweet on me when Pearl is not around, and I know he is the same with her when I'm not about, though she won't ad mit it; but h e's hand some, is he not, General Custer?" "Very, and though the men at the fort first thought him a dandy and a tenderfoot, they soon changed their minds, for he has the pluck of a panther is a dead shot, superb horseman and when he has stayed over night at our camp has g e n e rally gone off with all the poker money; the men had to put up against him." I like him very much, general; but I wish I knew more about him, and, somehow, I think I U1ave seen him before, though he says we nev er met until h e came t settlement," Vassar remarked. r "I wish he was in t 1 he army, for he'd make a s officer," Custer add ed, and tl;e n as it wa s late th"I retired for tihe night. < At an early hour, after break fast, the dashing r chief mounte d his horse and rod e away on the t ward the fort. e He had not gone very far when he beh .. el blouse, and affected the bearing of his commandf n He was a brave scout withal, and was kept oq a courier the line of forts on the frontie r "Ah, general, you here and alone, and redskin:rt he said with a r e proachful mann e r, which his lov general brought forth. 1 'Yes, Gaston, I have been on a scout with Bnt and am returning to the fort, while 1he has go1 another trail; but where have you seen r edsk irti c I was chased by them, sir, last night and up 1e "You do seem to hav e ridd en hard; but wherrl, just from ?" w "The Platte, sir, with dis pat ches." Jn "Well, give them to me, Gaston, and I w111 f! n slow pace while you ride on." w 1 'You don't wish me as an es cort. sir?" IT "Oh, no, thank you, and yo u had b etter push rest, for you may have to take the saddle ag.d wis h to see some one on my way to the fort." n t The courier saluted, and having hanf


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 11 ter did not care to have him see the girl, as the ight mis unde iStand her presence, and, having seen s his trail, he cared n o t to ride on without discover h r motive in being there admitted to feeling a deep interest in the strange nd as she had saved his life in the mountains, and 't same time refused to make known who she was, now beheld her in the settlements, he was most 1 i s to learn all that he could of her movements. while Gaston rode on, General Custer remained he left him, and glanced over the dispatches given the scout. clatter of the hoofs of the rapidly-going horse died and the dispatch es had been read, with an oct I glance over the paper to see wihether the girl reappear. denly a hoof-fall was heard in the trail behind the tll, and turning sharply he b e held her. 0 was mounted upo n a snow-white horse, and the seemed to 1 have been ridden hard. m his neck the general now noticed the brand of the row. As he gazed fixedly at the girl, in the broad no JJf the s unlight he saw t'hat the same brand, a small b ow, was upon her forehead. n attire was t he same as when h e had before seen ad except that she was mounted, she was certainly me strange being w 'hom he had saved from the !lfl a.do. : meet again, miss, and most unexpectedly to me, I at you," and General Custer raised his sombrero. llo owed, and replied : meet again, sir, yes, and I am here to warn you nger lies in your path .. 0 ger lies in tihe path of every soldier," was the the general, and he smiled in a way that showed in rt was ol).e to feel no fear. iov death, sure and merciless, lies before you, Gen1 ster, if you follow the trail you are now on," de he strange girl. 2_'0 and my faithful scout, Gaston, has just taken it," K i neral Custer seemed as though about to press 0111 p e couner. ner General Custer! for I utte r no idle words_. and what await s you on that trail," and the girl's voice mg with earnestness. my scout?" will s p eak of him afterward Thunder Cloud had 1med in, in the cafion, you and Buffalo Dill, and h frenzied with rage at your escaoe, attri buted it agad fr o m others. thinking you had manag e d to catc h n the tree by throwing it up th re. ovehad his warriors se ard1ing for your trail, and the tin'Jf the two horses were found coming toward the settlement, so he knew trhat they could only be Buffalo Bill and you who had gone that way, but where you got your hor ses he not tell. "He discovered 1 tihat you and the scout had parted com pany, and sending a force on Buffalo Bill's trail, he came on after you. "He knew where you passed last night, and that you would come this w'ay to the fort, this morning alone, and he lies in wait for you at Red Rock Crossing now, and with him are thirty braves." "Good Heavens, girl! Then Gaston will be slain." "I know it." "vVhy in Heaven's name 'did you not tell me sooner?" "I meant to warn you, and stood in your path when the scout appeared and I hid, for I did not wish to be see111 by him. Better the soldier than t.ihe general, and, as he looks strangely like you 11e will be taken for you and killed, and T1hunder Ooud will return to his people r e joicing in the belief that he has your scalp." "My God! girl! is there no way to save poor Gaston?" and the general looked as though ihe meant to ride forward alone to his rescue. "No, he is at the Red Rock by t11is time----"hark !" As the girl spoke there came to their ears a volley of rifle-shots, follow ed by a wild yell of triumph. "Poor Gast.on He has died for me," said General Custer wibh deep emotion "No, he would have been shot anyhow, for his trail .Jay that way; but his resemblance to you will cause the Sioux to believe they have killed you, ancb there wilJ be a gen eral uprising on the border. "The trail is safe now, General Custer, for Thunder Cloud and t his braves will not wait there a moment after that shot; so go on your way; but be warned that there will be deadly work along this border after this." She wheeled her horse as she spoke and dashed away, l eaving General Custer seated upon his horse in a by no means enviable mood. CHAPTER VIL TUE SHOT AT THE RED ROCK. T he courier sco ut, Gaston, General Custer ha'd liked and h e was sorry that he had met a fate that was intended for him, an I yet he could not congratulate himself that he had escaped. Ga. t o n would have been killed, following the trail he was riding. had he not met him ; but he w onde r ed that the maiden, whoev e r she was, had not spoken so as to save the courier. Could she have wished the scout to die and give the impr. ess ion t o Thunder Cloud and his warriors that they


18 THE BUFFALO BBLL STORIES. had killed him, "the Yellow-Haired Chief," as the Indians At the threaten ing command General Custer u called General Custer. folcle

THE B UFFALO B!LL STORIES. 19 ad become of Gas ton for h e h ad no doubt but that ux had killed him. had gone lYut a s hort distance when h e saw a 1 .an approaching. s the Surgeon Scout, Dr. Frank Powell, and I'll high h e took our timi l to find us, fearing harm me to Buffalo Bill arnd myse lf. lt is j usit like ," said the gene ral. and a moment a:fter the hand\\' urgeon of the fort met hi s chief and called out: 1 as o n your hail, for I feared troubl. e had befallen h ough you "Nere wi:th Buffalo Bill 1he bes.t man on ntier to have with you in time of n eed; but then a ians a r e about in f o r ce ." 1r> just like you, Powell, ito l oo k me up, iand I thank Slnd wm &'ay that it i s on l y blind lu ck 1ha1 I am still 1S 1 have been in great danger then, as I feared, sir; '1ere i Buffalo Bill?" 'ltess he's all right :ftor if any man can take care 0 e lf, Buffalo Bill is that man, and yo u are much t :n in 1hat respect, Powell," and the general smiled I f \V nk you, sir; lbuit I sha.Jl have to S'ee if we cannot hgress to pass a law 1that n o ne of OLtr g e nerals sha'll sh part of scout's, as yo u c1o, sir." d I like it, and wish ito see for mys eH wmetimes. : ni:, why I went with Cody, and I'll t ell you, Powell, ip though I wish i 1 t to go no further." no ;a.inly not, sir." re are some things that I will make known, but one thing that I wish t o solve in my own way," ter told of his and Buffalo Bill's going into the ountry, there b ecoming separated, a nd all that pened, adding: I did not tiell Se't!:'le r V 1 assar and hi s pret ty aboLt she gave me?" _,, i.' I "I see it, s.jr ." "Bill's horse bears ithe :Same brand, anld so does the a nirnal she rides. "They are all whiite hoirs es, to o, and sp1endid animaJ.s, and I am bewildered a:t the mys 1 tel'y that h'angs about her." I cannot account foT i 1t, sir; blllt rwhat a:b'ou't the man she killed in the Red Rock Valley?" "Ah, yes, I will send men from the fort to bury him, simply saying that he attacked me and met his fate." "And yo u oould find no trace of Courier Gasit oo, s ir ?" "None." "Weill, general, I 'Will go on as I intended, and see if I 'Can find Bill; and in ithe meat11time will lbry arud dis cover some trace of Ga s 1 tion." "I will be glad to have yo u do so, surgeon, and kindly leave a good trail which can be followed rapidly, for I will start out early to-morrow morning with a hundred men, for I feel sure that Coc!Jy wrn disoover :wtork for us to do, unless he is capture d, and >then he wtill need ou:r aid." "This is a good plan, g ene ral, and I will leave a well marked trail. "I wiH gio ito the Red Rieck Valley, and after getting the directions tha t Thunder Ooud ha'S taken, wi'll push for \!\< here you la st sa 1 w Buffalo Bill, and follow on after him." Vht h a .warm grasp of the hand, General Custer and the surgeon pa rbed. The trail of the general's horse 1 the surgeon readily followed, and appro a1ching the si:;ot where he had been to ld h e would find the b ody of the dese11ter, he was sur pri s ed t'o discover iit was not ithere. The ground w :a;s sta inecl reel, 1al!lc1 that the spot was where Bu11ton had fallen, BoweJil did not dou bt; bu l t he had n o t bee n kilJ.ed by ithe shot, or if kin.eel, he had com rades n ear who had ho>rn e him off. \rVith h i s rifk read y for use ithe surgeon sco ut began a t h oroug h se:wch of the groun"d. The general's trai l he foll o wed reaiclily, 'and there, or{ the hills ide, he discovered th e trail of the 0:1tra 1 nge girl's horse where s he had ridden to the spot from 1 when0e she had fired upon ithe deserte r and then gone aiway Not far off was a traoe of where an animal had been hit c h e d to a tree. The trai l 1Jed to the spot, and off again 'Over the same track "This is where :Purton l eft his horse, for here is his b oo t trail rto the valle y. "What a pity the general did not di'Smounrt: ::ind exam ine him.


20 THE BU Ff f1LO BILL STORIES. "Now to see a 1b>cmt Gas1ton's trail." This was soon found out, and the keen eye of it.he trailer read 1where hi s shod, had been led o ff among the Indian ponies, unsliod. "Well with the girl 's 1 trail, 1tha, t of Burlon, and this one .of Ga1siton, and a desire to find Buffalo Bill, I have my hands full. "But, somehow, I fear Bi ll may need help, so I ll go first in sea:rch of him, muittered the surgeon sco ut, as he rode CHAPTER VIII. ON' THE TRACK OF THE GHOULS. vvhen the leader of the outlaw band said that he was going to find the soft side of a rock, on which to make his bed h e stopped within six feet of Buffalo Bill There he seemed to be suite I and made up his blanket b ed, l ying down upon it with lit tle thought t hat he was co\'ered b y the muzzle of a repe::tting-rifle. The scout did not move, he orcely dared breathe, and he sat like one who had ma de np hi s mind t o die game, if die he nm t. He would ask no m e r cy, and n o n e would be given. Othet outb,vs fo l lov;ed t ihe example of the l ea der and camped1 about among the rocks, until Buffal o Bill was in the very center of the men, any one of whom he could haye almost touched with tlle encl of his rifle. lt v;as a most critical for a man, and it re quired just s uch nerves as the scout possessed not to break down under the painful ordeal. His positio n fortunately, was a crevioe in llhe rocks, and here he sat waiting and watching. The outlaws, excepting one who stood on guard, or walked around the camp as the humor suited him, were all asleep and only the snoring of one man, and the cropping of grass of the horses not far away, broke the s il ence Thus the hours pas sed away, and never in his life before had sixty m inutes seemed so near akin in time to sixty hours,, as Buffalo B ill the n thonght them. He had hoped to be able to leave his retreat when the men got to sleep; but they had unintentionally foiled this by camping ab out him on the rocks. So h e cou l d but wait and wonder if they would leave without discoveri n g him. Midnight came and passed. The horses had gotten tired of feed in g and laid down to rest. The sentinel alone of the band was awake and o n tlle alert. Buffalo Bill could see him now and then as he raised up and peered over the rocks, passing from pP poi nt. e1 At la t two o'clock came, and the scout heard ;a1 step. It was the se n tinel coming to awaken his comradl? "Corne, pards, it's two hours to daylight, and \\or be moving, for we don't know who:s on our tra.l called out. tel Like all men who sleep with their lives in dangn, outlaws were at once awake, and the work began 1 s ting read y for the marcih. n c The h orses were saddled, the dead bodies strap; l as before, the wounded men aided to mount, n now t at t 1ey are, as said they we r Ghouls; but I wil l follow t1h e m t o their retreat. know where it is, and just w hat force they have,"1r e iur scout, as h e struck the trail o f the outlaws. , I With the greatest caution he followed them, by a wick circuit every spot that he came to whic : 10\1 good place for an ambush. He had again struck the trail after one of the r o'C movements, when suJclenly he drew rein, for iesOrne one in the path before him. But after a g lan ce he rode on once more, as recognize

THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 2 1 oped to track them to their retreat?" s eem well informed." and I know that you are going straight to your :l 1 ?" v or you are going into a trap." a cl a one as te hincl alone, but kept hi s surpri

22 THE BUFF /\LO BILL S TORIES. horse Ito keep the itrail, dropped inlto a nod as he iwent along. Suddenly he 1 was awakened lby a number of shOits, a couple of liarlats were thrown over him, his hoI'se wa'S seized, and he was dragged from his saddle before he could offer 'the slightesit resistance. Hac1 he not been caught napping; resistance would have l been in v ain again1s t the half-hundredi Sioux that had surpt'ised him. They had simply fired in the air, not initending to hit him, anid, to his :amazement, they did not harm him, other th'an to SIOmeiwhat roughly bind him to hi'S horse. Then they ran for their ponies, hidden in the thickets on lthe hi.Jls ide, .and set off ,at a gallop across the prairies. 'Again, to his sunprise, the oourier was placed alongside of the grea:t chief, Thunder Cloud the two riding together. Gaston ito.ok capture coolly. He was a ibrave man, and he had no hope of escape, bull: his hea1nt did not fail him. The vilest itorture he expected f\.vould be his fate, and yet he woulid show hi s oapitors ti-rat he was no cowar.d. !Alt las 1 t the isecr et of his capture amd treatment leaked out. .Thunder Cloud was a young chief, who spoke the _lan guage of his foes, the palefaces, though it was to a lim ited eXJtenJt. So he said, by wa.y of shlOiwing the prisoner his own greatness: "Thunder Cloud great chief." "You think so, do you?" reiturned Gaston. "Have gt0t big white chi'ef Yellow Hair at last." Ga S!bon starred. He knew that lthe Sioux called General CuS1ter the Yen.ow-Haired Chief. He was prou d of his resemblance to the general, and the fact that he had met him not far from where he had been captur ed, proved that the redskins ha d been lying in wiait for th e gallan't commander of Fearless. "I see it all; they think they have got the general. "Let 1 them think so, and if they torture me to death, as tthey will, I die as gamely as my n o ble genenal /WOUid die." So he mused, and ithen he said aloud : "Well, 1what does Thunder Cloud intend to do with iY eUow Haiir ?" "Kill him." "That's whait I thought, ibut when?" "Have big pow-wow in village." "I cLon'it doulbt i t, an:d I'll be the chief mourner," mut tered Gaston. "Make paleface cry." "You're a liar there, Gen e r al Thunder Clo u d, for pal e-I face soldiers leave their tears with their famil they enlist." "Burn Yellow Hair." tl "Many a brave man has been burned before m c you murderous redskms. v "Want Pa-e-has-ka's scalp, too," said rderring to Buffalo Bill by his Indian name. h "You'll have to get it, then, chief." "Want mighty medicine-man calp, too." "White Beaver, the surgeon scout?" e "Yes." "There's another scalp you'll find hard to You want the earth, Injun; but when do you in! into this wholesale hair business?" )r "Don't know paleface talk." "Oh! you don't understand?" "Ugh!" these LH l J Sl 1 "\Vhen do you intend getting speak of?" l y and Thunder Cloud scowle. j "Pretty soon." Gaston lau ghed, mained sile nt. ar Pushing rapidl y o n they r eached the India ] during the night. le The village was a large one, and the heada n Pantiher Eye, t-he old medicine-man, and the.i n Thunder Cloud, who had taken his aged fatherthi the war chief. !r No bette r place could have been selected fo'ln than the one w hich Thunder Cloud had ohosd: approach in the mountains was almost inacce _ht once there. a number of fertile valleys surrU through which wound a st ream as clear. as cry h The whole mountain-top was a valley, amm were a natural d in camp with their pri soner, the it 1 most went mac! with joy at the belief that the low-tlajred Chief of thE' palefac e braves hadt\ tured. For safe keeping the supposed general foe medicine lodge of old Panther Eye, tepee was but a few steps away. a1q In sp ite of hi s age, Panther Eye was of his people, even the great Thunder Cloud th awe of h im, and when he or, lered that the 'm shou ld be confin e d in tihe medicine l odge it wa t h e scont was left alone with bis bitter did not doubt but the morrow would u t 1:tl death by the most cruel t or ture. A sentinel, silent as a bronze statue, stood out, and wihen the uproar in the village die. j an1 courier, strange as 1t may seem er the cir


l'HE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 23 into a peaceful leep, his dreams uncl isturbed hat the Indians intended should be hi n ustomary for the con cience of an Indian to y trouble, unless it smites him for nol having d ct of cruelty which 1ie 1had neglected. here had b een one lhing that old Panther Eye had regr etted. J captured a paleface maiden on one occasion t iher to their camp, then in another part of lhe 0 was Panther Eye had claimed her for his n only means of saving her from death. used, she must die. a nun, taken from her post of duty in a settle she had gone to nurse the sick during an sc in face anc1 form, in her robe of a nun she ly so, and her attire and the cross she wore 1 from harm. I e anther Eye had fallen in love with her in his tdi and he was deaf to all of her pleadings. Lied to him in English, which he understood, 'I.cl and let her return to her people. he that she was a child of tihe Great Spirit, 1er that he would let her die at the stake rather er to become his wife. or;amp was not tt) be moved, and, turning upon 10 d: =ssthe Great calls to his child to come!" 1rr und she dashed from !rim along the ridge, rvs here there was a high cliff overhanging a m hundreds of feet below. an -d dared stay her progre s, for one who ..it in the eyes of the Indians, is sac1 e r [he 1 her punpose, and for once the rnds nns while their capt ive fled from them. g the cliff, and seeing il:hat she was not w aptive nun turned and looked back at the w aised her hands, as though in prayer, and over the icliff. ucl >the 'beautiful nun so affected olhe moon, the nun's spirit appeared there, and was wont to glide through the village. Again the redskins moved, and this time it was to the valley on the mountain-top, where they d11elt at the time this story opens. Bul there also had the nun been s e en, and it was said that old Panlher Eye was failing underthe dread sight. The night after the coming of Gaston, the courier, as a prisoner 1 to the Sioux village, the warrior who stood on guard over him at the Medicine Lodge was startled to have the nun's spirit suddenly appear before him. He was a young brave, who would fight his weight in wildcats, but drew the line at any visitor fr0i11 the happy hunting-grounds, and he trembled violently as he saw the sable-clad form approach. He did not run away, however, and, approaching close to him, the spirit nun beckoned that he should follow. He obeyed without an instant of hesitation. 'l'he Indian was scared half out of his wits. She placed him upon a rock, built a small fire of sticks, gave him a pipe of tobacco; all without uttering a word, and then turned away. Silently she glided off in the darkness and disappeared. The young warrior knew that he bad been selected by the "Black Spirit," as she was called, to perform some duty-that he haq been put on

24 THE BUfF A LO BILL STO RIES. But she made an impatient gesture and still pointed down the hill. "To whom do I owe m y life?" he urged. She turned in silenc e and retraced her way toward the Ind(an villiage, leaving the courier standing and gazing after her in wonder at his r elease by one who appeared to be a nun, in an Indian village, and whose conduot was so very strange. CHAPTER X. AN AMBUSHED FOE. Having been forced by his good common sense to turn back on the trail he was follow ing, after the warning of the mysterious girl who had before served him so well Buffalo Bill felt in a very good humor for a fracas wi t h the man whom she had said was watching on the ridge. Had she to!d him of this man to warn him of danger there, or because S1he wished to get rid of the individual on watch, by an encounter with him, Buffalo Bill could not understand. If she was a white captive among the Indians, why did she not leave when the opportunity was offer ed to her? If she was the frie n d of the Gold Ghouls, why did she tell him wher e there was one on the watch for hi s coming along the trail from the other direct i on? These questions the scout could not answer, and so he dismiss ed them from his thoughts, and at once d.eter mined to "interview" the Gold Ghoul in Indian guise who was waiting on the ridge, to see if the kidnapping p:lrty were followed by Buffal o Bill or others. Arriving in sight of the point of lookout where the girl had said the Gold Ghoul was on picket duty, Buffalo Bill made a flank movement, intending to leav e his horse at a safe distance and then proceed on foot in ques t of the man he was now anxious to find. But Buffalo Bill had not counted on one thing, nor had the Gid of Mystery, and that was the fact that h e r watcher might leave his post before the scout arrived. This the Gold Ghoul did, for h e had orders t o wait a certain time, and then come on to the retreat. The "certain time" expired about the time that Buffalo Bill started to search for him, and h e, from his b ette r point of observation on the hill, saw the scout coming toward the ridge. Instantly he decided to ambus h tfie man that h e and his ontla\ comrades so .eared, for h e knew Buffalo Bill by sight, and could not mistcrke him now. How h e got aroi,.md him he did not then stop t o co nsider, when he had been lo oking for him, if he came at all, from the opposite direction. But there he was, sure enough, and he m eant to kill him, and thus make a hero of himself for all time. e So he sprung from his ho!:"se a11d ran t o a5< which would afford him good s h e lt er, anti< crouche d down a waiting the coming of the scat I A couple of hundred )1ards away the scout .e H e seeme d abo.ut to strike off in another d Was it fate that led him to h o ld on hi s way,,j1 would bring him near the rock, )'C'S, withi n tll of it? )n, The Gold Ghoul was a large lT\an, and toggery from head to foot. His face was Fainted, too, or, the paint was rubbing off, and it \ rather, ha p left him leaf hideo us. r e H e got his rifl e ready, r este d the muzzle and waited. Abot11t rhe rock were growing several dwar)" one of these sheltered the Gold Ghoul well. Nearer the scout, and soon he \\as.t 1 pistol range. t Then came the time for the Go l d Ghouel cJ.cadly, cowardly act. 0 He t oo k a deadly aim directly at the h ead IP and with a band as firm as the ..rock on which rifle -barrel. He was sure o f hi s \'ictim so he did op nervous. n Then the forefinger touched the trigger, a. .co snapped! th A curse broke from the Gold Ghoul"s lips s snow-white horse of the scout wheel upon hg as though upo n a pivot. and attempt to da nl< But he was by a strong hand, \',-t again, facing his foe. the spurs sunk revolver in hand. Buffalo Bill charged di rec: ambush. It had not t ake n a second of time, and ; 1 who or what h e was to meet, fc_:ir it \Vas r where he had expected t o find the Gold Gh But h e meant to fac e his foe in ambush. d The Gold Ghoul w:i.s almost unnerved 1 f 1 1 A 'e 1 pmg o t 1e cap o n t 1e n e. He hastily dropped t he useless fl 0 volver, and his shot resounded with one fr 1 e He was fiurriec! however, and his aim for it die! not frncl the heart it was sent in bve Instead, it pa ssecl t h ro11gh the lef t arm o h e But his aim had been m o r e deadly, I r eached the heart of the Ghoul, who, fallin1 B I this time killing the white horse of Buffal)cn t Down went th e animal, and his rider h ie the ground beneath him. han But he still grasped his trusty revolver t. I :r fi'ght.


THE BUFF l\LO BILL STORIES. 2 5 e \ms no need o f it, for the shot that killed the l. se had been the last shot of th e Gold Gho ul, ,_ I finished him," co o lly muttered Bnffalo Bill, t t 1c turned his attention to extri cating himself d csition which, with his horse pinning him f, ing on his l e g, which was bruised badly, and 11 und in his arm, was by no means a pleasant ne, hors e less almos t helpless, the scout h.11ew \\ ril. was n o t far away. a Powell struck the trail of Buffalo Bill, fol after the Gold Ghouls. erent flank movements he made from the trail up o, having studied the hoof-tracks of the horse daring scout was riding. ar 'gthat it each time returned to the lar ge trail l utlaws, the surgeon scout understood that the s 'uffalo Bill for thus diverging was n ot to be a t any p o int he noted as favorable for am o uleeling that he could make b etter time by presst. on, he did so, in each case noting where the d e track and returned to it again. hi e he came t.o wh e re he had t.o crnss the prairieopen t o the eye of any one on the ridge id not to b o ldiy push acros s it, so fol l owed the r, a scout where it div erged to the left. the valley miles bel o w, and under the shelter ?S a_c s that fringed a stream, which would pre n h 1g seen by any one upon the ridge das nked the ridge, reached the spot where the "ct. that of the strange girl and Buffalo Bill, dee g 11ho it could be that had been there with again set out upon the work before him. met Bill here and turned him back,'' he nd rode o n a P G h t gone ver y far before he heard the report ; h j f I k 1 c crew rem, or 1e n ew 1c \\ as m a counr e d I d h. I b e 10ov e 1111 to )e most cauti o us. other firing, he again advanced s low l y tpo n ifte r e ady. e fr s c o ver ecl s o methin<:r ahead uo o n which his l l 1m 1 for an instant.. in 5 ove was to forwar d at a gallop a nd a tm 0 he had d rawn rein and sprnng from his ly, f all i n Bill are y o u bad! y h:.irt ?" he c ried. anx LJffa l )::!1t OYe r the s cout, ,.-h o had bee n endeav vi i e g ou t fr o m beneath the dead h o r se han g :ad to scr y o u D ec for, th o u g h I'm ver t. h1 i:i :l b ad fi:-:." l311ffolo Cill. With an exertion of his great strength, the surgeon scout drew the h orse from off the leg o f Buffalo Bill, and then aided the other t o a comfortable position "What is it?" h e ask_ed, kindly. "It lies ove r yonder in the pines, a white man in Indian paint, and the man that w a s left behind on the trail to s e e if th ey were foll o wed The surgeon walked ov er to the thicket and bent over the form of the man lying there. "Dead, of course, for Buffalo Bill does not waste powder and lead. "Yes, he's white and d isguised as an Indian; but he s got a horse somew h ere, I guess, and the animal will come in handy for Bill. "He's dead, Bill," he sa id returning to where the scout sat rubbing his wounded arm and bruised leg. "Oh, yes, Doc; I knew that." "His horse cannot be far away. I'll look him up, for I wish to get you away from this place, to where there is a good camping-place so I can fix you up." "I guess I'll need it, Doc; but l ook up on the hill yo n der for his horse." This the surgeon did, mounting his own horse and riding a few hundred yards away. He soon returned, 'lead in g a very fair animal with him, with -the saddle, bridle and outfit of the dead outlaw up o n him. "He'll do," said Buffalo Bill, laconically. "Yes; and I'll soo n have him ready for yo u," and h e stripped off the outlaw out fit from the horse and put that of Buffalo Bill in its place. "Now we must be off, Bill." "Guess we better not leave yonder fellow to the wolves, Doc. for he's human." "You are ri g ht. Bill. I had forgotten him," and the su r geo n hunte d up a burying-p l ace for the body. It was soon found; a crevice in the r ocks, a little earth, loosened with a bowie-knife, and brought in

26 THE BUFF ALO B ILL STORIES. warriors cf the tribe, and one who was noted for his sleeplessness, had also disappeared, strange to say. Not evf;n the old seer, Panther Eye, could solve the n1ystery. He had heard no sound during the night, and it was known that, old as he was, he slept like a watch-dog. There were too many beaten paths and tracks through the village to attempt to trail the prisoner or his guard. Only this fact the redskins knew, that the man they believed to be General Custer, and his guard, had mysteriously disappeared. If'he had killed Owl Eyes, the body would be there as proof. But there wa no ho; e without dread Thunder Clpud wended his way the retreat of the outlaw l eader. This retreat was the main o n e of the Gold Gho u for I.here they had the pro tection of being in the Sio countr y, where n o thinghut a v ery large force o f s olcli dare pursue ll1e m, and Carlo. was well postccl a s to t c o mpl ement of rncn al ong the frontier, and knew ti G neral Custer could n o t bring-troops enough to dare invade far iJ1to Thunder Cloucrs d omain. Carlos hacl other "'st ations." as he called them, a!o the Qyerland trails. which ran from the mining coun and settlc:11rnts back lo important points ea stward. Tn these station s se ,1eral m n were constantly ke and, wa.tching thei r ch<.ncc:, th e y would brin(T a sta. coach to a halt, rob the passe ngers, ancl s ometime a ri ch Jn n I. Pursued. tl.c:; would scallrr l o the camps and pl honest miners or s ettlers or hid e in their r etreats, wh it was impossible to find them without a large force. But his 'supply c sc out could never fin cl i t f n m being cl i rec ted there Bac k in the very fastne < cs of a rugged range 1110<1nlai115 the c;:mp was located: upon the shores o body of 1\tc.-hidden away in a mz.s s of canons wh no one would suspect that man could find an abidi1 p!ace. The Sioux chief held on his \Vay along the mount


Ey THE BUF F ALO BILL STORIES. 27 hi1dge, and soon after descended into the valley where was tio e camp of the outlaws. ou As he did so he heard the clatter of hoofs behind him, nd, turning quickly, beheld the object of his search, ulsarlos himself. itla The outlaw was splendidly mounted, and his saddle 1d 'bridle were of the fi'.nest make. He was dressed in a pair of buckskin leggings, stuck in lati,.p-boots, wore a gray sombrero, and was armed with a neifte and revolvers of the latest pattern. ti His form was perfection of symmetry and strength, nd his face was heavily bearded. His long hair rested his broad shoulders. in Excepting his eyes and nose, not a feature of his face tlvas. visihle, so heavy was his beard and hair, w hile his ombrero was pulled down over his forehead to hi'S brows. tg "Ho, chief! going to see me?" he called out, in a rich, V'Jeep voice, and Thunder Cloud replied in good English: kl "Yes, my heart is troubled, and I have come to talk with my white brother." "You are in luck to find me, for I am not often here, mt circulate from place to place. ul, "Come, we will go to camp, have some supper, and fll .alk over matters, for things don't seem to be making criust right of late; Custer is too energetic and vicious in th bl B ff I B"ll . 11s ows ; u a o i is trymg to get us 111to a trap, hauid I learn one of my men, left on picket-duty_,_ was killed JC f 1 f )y some o t 1e ort scouts. "Trouble with me, too, chief," said Thunder Cloud, n nd as they rode on to camp he told of the bold invading tr nf his country by General Custer and Buffalo Bill, their ,rscape from the trap he got them into, his following of ??Custer. and capture of Gaston, whom he suposed to be general and hi escape through the agency o1 the geSpirit Kun. The Gold Ghoul chief had once saved Thunder Cloud being burned at the stake by the Pawnees, and sev e reral times had warned the Sioux chief of an intended attack upon his village. i This accounted for the friendship between the two, Carid Thunder Cloud was very willing to have so brave an ally find refuge in his country, especially as he and his a;braves were wont to receive many presents for their protecti on of them. Arriving at the log hut that the chief made his quarters when at his retreat, Ca rlos was greeted respectfully by "'is men, for he conunanded his outlaw band with an iron iand, and calling to a negro to get supper, after stak1ng out his and his red guest's horses, he led the way into the ca.bin. Hardly had he done so, when a hors emau came at a along the point and di moun te d at the door of :he cabi n u ,,. horseman was Burton, the deserter. "Well, you look the worse for wear! What has hap pened to you?" and Don Carlos turned to the deserter and gazed at him fixedly. His head was bound up, on account of the wound received at the hands of the mysterious girl, just as he thought he had Custer at his mercy, and his face was haggard and tired-looking. "I've had a hard time, chief," was the response. "You look it; but what has happened, for I supposed you were on the lower trail, where I told you to go." "I went there, Captain Carlos, but found you had come here, so followed you." "Well?" "I did not kill General Custer." "So I know, as the chief here, Thunder Cloud, cap tur ed him and carried him to his village." "Ha when was this?" and the deserter gazed earnestly1 at the Indian chief, wno told the circumstance of his having captured, as he believed, the "Yellow-Haired Chief." "Thunder Cloud, you are wrong; that was not General Custer," said the deserter. "No, you are wrong, for the chief knows the general well." "No, Captain Carlos, it was Gaston, the scout, whom the chief captured, and he is almost the image of Gen eral Custer, and prides himself upon it greatly, imitating him in many ways." "I have heard of this man before, now I remember, Burton; but are you sure it was n ot General Custer that the chief caught." "I know it, Captain Carlos, for I saw the chief ride off with his captive, and soon after General Custer came along and I ambushed him." "Ha! you killed him?" "No, sir; I did not; but he rode directly upon me, and I had the drop on him. "But somebody, who, I know not, had the drop on me, and this wound in my head knocked me silly, for I was fired on, just as I was a'bout to pu .ll the trigger. "General Custer evidently supposed I was dead, for he rode on, and the one who fir .eel on me did not come to see the r es ult, for I came to consciousness lying just as I had fallen. "I searched around for trails, and saw the general's going on toward the fort, and another trail that was left by the one who shot me "It l ed away from the hills and across the prairies. "Fearing that General Custer would send out to hury, me, I hast e ned on my way, and went to the lower trail, captain, as you ordered me. "The boys there had made a rich haul, capturing a


28 THE B UFF /\LO BILL STORIES treasure-box on a. coach, and so I said I would l ook you up and tell you, so, in spite of m y severe wound, I have been con tantly o n the go." "You have clone well, Burton; but who could it have been that fired at you?" "I do not know, captain; I wish I did." "And the lower trail squad have done well, you say?" "Yes, sir; they got a box of dust being sent over from 1.he mines." "This i s goo1.l news, but something else than wishing to tell me this 1has brought you here?" "Well, I confess it." "Out with it. "\i\Te\1, captain, I fear I won't be much account until I get my revenge, and I was going to ask yo u to give me a leave for a few weeks, that I might dog General Custer' s tracks and kill him." "All right. I want him out of the way; for he is too busy a man to suit me, and will drive us off the trail if we don't mind." "Thank y-ou, sir; and I will start out to-morrow." And the deserter left the cabin to join the men at their sup per, leaving the chief and outlaw captain to discuss an other littl e plot to get rid o f General Custer and Buffalo Bill at the same time. CHAPTER XII. CAUGHT. Buffalo Bill and Surgeon Powell held on their way back toward the fort. Remembering that the general had said he would fol low witih a force of cavalrymen to support Buffalo Bill, Surgeon Powell said: "I guess we'll run upon the general and his squadron, Bill, before we get very far." "It will be wrong if the general attert1pts to invade the Sioux country with a hundred soldiers, for that cunning chief, Thunder C loud, can throw a thousand warriors against him, sa id Buffalo Bill. "That is true; and they will be desperate, too, if t ihey think General Custer is trying to strike their village." "Vie hav e not fiv e hundred fighting men for our long line of border to protect, and we s.J1 o uld have ten times as many, for our weakness keeps the redskins on the war path," Surgeon Powell said. Toward sunset, as they were riding slowly along, they i:ame a rise where a long view ah_ead could be obtained. "Bravo, Bill! There .come our boys in blue, cfi.e thf' expected they would remain there for some little time. A conrier was sent b<>.ck to he fort for all that w\ needed, and others were lispatched to the settlements l tell the settlers to be on t.he watch for reds kin raids an that a camp of soldiers had been e tablished miles neare to.them than was Fort Fearless. The supply train arrived in good time, tents were


THE BUFf.l\lO BILL STORiES. 20 his pitched, guards were set, and several sco uts were sent off tO\\ard the Sioux country to reconnoiter. but with orlaid ders not to go over the line into the redskin territo1.h ld s'only t o watch for any movements that might be intended ;IJov by Thunder Cloud and his braves. The second clay after the es ta bl ishment of the camp, a l. fie man wa seen approac1;1ing across the prairie. ne He came on at a steady pace, and, as he d r ew n ear and was recog-nizecl, a loud chee r went up from the oldiers. "It is G a ston, the courier g eneral," cried Captain Taylor, who had half of his company of cavalry in the camp, going up to the quarters of the general, as soon as the hu; courier was recognized. All was excitement now among the so ldi ers, for Gaston r h l; had escaped, that was certain. As Gaston rode into camp he was greeted with a shout mu of welcome. wh Raising his hat in response, he rode up lo bhe g-eneral's oul tent and dismounted. The general, Buffalo Bill. who was l ying upon a blanket; Surgeon Powell and Captai n Taylor were there and gave him a hearty greeting. sar 'Sit down, Gaston, for you look tired, and those blond lock of yours haven't been attended to of late, I gue s," said the general, who was often wont to joke the courier \\ hei I b th ai ex 0 an llll Ol arn it! e f' r1 ll scout upon hi s blend hair, so much like his own. I o sir, for the first thing the redskins stole was my comb and my looking-glass." ''I see you haYe your weapons." "Oh, sir, I got them all back with my freedom, and I'll tell you all about it" The courier then told how he was captured and carried off to the Sioux village, and that he had given up all hope, when sncldenly a form g lid ed into the Medicine Lodge, cut his b onds ancl told him to follow her. He did so, and the starlight had shown him 1!hat she was dressed like a nun. "A nun, Gaston?'' ''Yes, general." ''Who was s he ?" "I do not lrno"I':, sir; but she had already Jed the redskin guard who was over me11 far away int o the timber." "But the mm, Gaston?" '' 1 he uttered no word, sir, aftei; bidding me follow her, and I s aw her no more after he set me free." "She is the most mysterious creature I ever 1heard of; but what her object was to rnasquera 1.e as a nun in an Indian camp, I cannot understand," General Custer said. "I wonder if she cannot be a Sister of Charity who has given up her life to try to convert the Sioux by living among t hem ?'' sa id Gaston. ''She will have a gigantic task to perform, muttered Powell. "General," said Buffalo Bill, "I remember that several years ago a nun was captured with a wagon train with which she and others were going into New Mexico, and nothing was ever heard of her again, and she was given up as dead." "I wonder if this mysterious \voman can be that nun?'' asked Gene ral Custer. "You have doubtles hit it, Cody; but why on earth w as she not wi!Eng to leave the wretches when she had a chance to do so with us?" No one could answer that question. CHAPTER X [II. THE R E D ARROW. Buffalo Bill was not one to lie up in camp, able to get about, and a couple of days' rest made .him feel very nearly like himself again. On the morning of the third day, he mounted his horse, determined to sco u t about the border of the Indian country and have a l oo k for himself how matters stood. I think I ll look in on t-he Vassar Ranch to-night, and scout out to-morrow from there," he had said to Powell, who merely told him to take gocxr care of himself and r edres cd his wound and leg for him, though Buffalo Bill told him he was all right again. Thc sco ut had ridd en a score of miles, and was following a well-timbered trail, when suddenly before him fell an arrow. It was stained a bright crimson, feathers and all, and dismounting, the scout picked it up. ''It belongs to that mysterious girl, my unknown allyshe is again shadowing m e," he muttered, as he took off bis bat and looked about him. T 1 hc next moment the Girl of Mystery appeared, riding out of a ravine, and mounted upon h e r white horse "\Ne meet again, miss." "Yes, and I have again sought you to warn you of danger-I was going to your camp if necessary; but saw you corning, so sent that arrow. Are you alone?" ''Yes." ''Your general rid e about much al o ne, and is n o w down the valley, while his white foe, Burton, is in ambush o n the trail yonder to kill him. "You can loo k to him. "But you will find there with him, a white man, his worst foe, and yours, th ough you do not suspect him. ''The general visited him .thi s morning, and was to go on to Vassar's Ranoh, returning this afternoon, and he has gone to place Burton, the deserter, on the watch. "I will show you how to reach the spot and not be seen-and leave them to you-Ah!" She uttered the exclamation at beholding a horseman i;ide into view.


39 THE BUFf /\LO BILL STORIE.S o hot he lmcn1 Tl I "It is my pard, the surgeon scout." "Yes, and I am glad, for you will be in less danger now for they are two, and you will now equal them." "Ah, Powell! I believe you fol lowed me." "Just what I d ; id, Bill, for I did not lik e you scouting alone; but you have company, I see." "Yes, my Girl Shad: ower, and she has news for me, and work for both of us, as you shall hear." "Come! I will show you the way," said tihe g;irl abmptly, andi she wheeled her horse and rode on, the two pards following her. It was a ride of abont half a dozen miles before she and tlhen she said: "The deserter you know well, his companion is the leader of the Gold Ghouls, and no one suspects him. "Once your prisoner, or dead his m e n can be readiiy cru shed, for mount his hors e and 1 he will lead you to tihe outlaw retreat. Only have many so ld iers with you "If matters do not turn out as I hope, I will see yo u again-yes, very soon, for I am tired, very tired, of all this--" without a11other word she wheeled her horse and dashed away. "Well, D oc, things are coming to a focus it seems, and the mysteries that we cannot solve will soon be known, for I have faith in that girl.., "As I have; but now to find Burton and !his com panion, whoever he is," and the two pards l e ft tli e ir hor es and walked along to\yard the point the Girl Shad oy:er had pointed out to them as the spot where Burt on and his companion were in ambus h. They were not Jong in reaching there and found them selve within pistol range of the two men. One was Burton, watching the trai l a long which Gen er:i l Custer was to rid e that afternoon up on h.is r eturn to camp. The other was the young ra n cher, Gabriel Golden. "Ready, Powell!" "Ye. Bill." "K ow !" and Buffalo Bill called out: "Hands up, or d :e !" The two m e n sprang to their feet and began firing th e ir rifl es toward th e foes t h ey did not see. But Buffalo Bill and the surgeon scout also fired seeing that the two m e n would n ot surrender, and they fell i n their tracks. The deserter fell dead under Surgeon Powell's shot, but his companion s tiil lived, though he was dying. ''It's all up--yo u kn o w the truth." h e said, faintly. "You are the chief of the Gold Gh ou ls?' Yes Eving two lives, for I wa a devi l fro:11 boyhood. "As I have to go, I have no m e rcy for any man now, so kill and hang my gang, for--" He said no more-de ath had ch eked his utte rance. "Bill, who would have suspc::tcd it?" ":N' o o ne, Powel!." ._.,a,! "I will go for our horses, while you the general may pass at any moment." remam here, a rotc i is 1Y The surgeon scout walked rapidly a"'ay, for Buffa! Bill 's leg was lame, and as he n ea red the ridge he wa .Jene startled, for there, on t he ground, lying by the side of herl "'} white horse, was th e girl s hadower o_f Buffalo Bill. The surgeo n scout sprung to her side, ior she was not l dead, yet from a bull t w ound in her side, at the wh o same time calling Buffalo Bill to come. lher She smiled sadly, and the surgeon took a hasty glance at the wound. I am dying, and i t is better se>," she said. "Yes, I am sorry to tell you that you must die. ''Who shot you?" Sio "One of those two m e n when you attacked them-it was a random shot as I sat on my horse watching you," and she smiled faintly as Buffalo Bill approached, his face s howing tihe sorrow he felt at beh olding the girl, while t\ h e seemed to realize what b ad happ ened eve n before Surgeon Powell quickly made it known to him in a few word. l b "Can you do nothing for her, Frank?" "Nothing, Bill, except to r emain with her to the end." "Wil1 you not tell u s l1'0W who you are?" said Buffalo Bill, kneeling by her side. 'I will tell yo u now, for t here i no reason why I should not." She spoke in a low tone an l evident!:with difficulty. "I am a white g irl and have no Indian hlood in my veins. ''But my m other once was kind to a young Indian brave and he l nved her. "But s h e married my fathe r a ranger captain, and the Indian s hating him, came one night and burned hi home, kill e d him and carri ed my m other off captive. "The young brave who had loved her had become chief of the tribe, and he at once took her from h er cruel foes and tenderly cared for her. "Several months after reaching the Indian village. I was born, and do you sec th i s red armw I have on my forehead? ''Well. it i:a birthmark. a nd it m a de the Indians regard me as a child of the Great Spirit. I a ''Broken-hearted, my mother r c n:::iined among the Sioux: but she brought me up as well as she taught I n e to speak my mrn tongue, told me of her people and the great world, and Thunder Cloud whose "ife she be came, promised that I hould some clay return to my race. But this birthmark made m e a shamed, and when my


THE BUFf f\L O BILL S T ORIES. 31 I 10ther died, two years ago, I still contim ed to remain e .mcng the Sioux. for I held great power over them That wicked chief, Ca rl os, wliom now you know as he va-, sought to kidnap me from the Sioux, albhough they re him, and n'ake me his wife, and he sent two of ' \is g1en lo caplure me. :ffalC', "One of them I shot, and it was from the other that was eneral Custer saved me. f her ''From that clay I determined to save the palefaces Irom the redskins, and you know how I have done it. notj "Knowing the dread all had of a poor nun captive, the Yho took her own life by springing from a cliff, I got her clothes and pretended "to be the spirit of that poor girl, I nce and it has helped me, and helped your friend to escape. Knowing the movements of the Gold Ghoul s and I it u Sioux, I was able to do much good. '':\'ow Gold Hair i s content to clie." he folded her hands as she spoke, and said no more. Presently she simply added: 'Good-by." ce After that she could not, or wou ld not speak, and in ile two hours more s he was dead 1rvl\Iosl tenderly the two sco'llts watched by her until the last, and then as lhcy stood by the side of the dead girl, Buffalo Bill saw General Custer coming along the trail, and hailed him Ile soon rode up and heard wiH1 surpri e and pain the story of the poor girl, while 1 he said: "She shall be taken to the fort and buried there with military honors, for well has she deserved it." Then turning to Buffalo Bill, he continued: "Cody, you remain 1here with these two dead outlaws, whiie urgeon rowel! goes 011 with me to camp with this poor girl's body, and I will at once se nd it on under a gnard to the fort. "At .dark, I shall leave my camp with half my force, and you, Cody, can mount that outlaw's h orse a17d let him guide us to the JOld Ghouls' camp, so we can attack bhem at dawn and wipe them out. "But it is a great surpri e to me to have G o lde n un masked, and I fear it will hurt o ne of Vassar's girls, \\horn I have an idea liked the villain. ''But now we must get away, Po\Yell, as it is a long ride to the camp of the outlaw, ii it is where Cody thinks it is." The form of t 1 hc unfortunate girl was wrapped in her handsome blanket, and mounting his horse Dr. Powell it handed up to him to carry in his arn,'.s. .A Then the general and the surgeon rode away, and Buf-falo Hill led his horse down to where lay the two dead outlaws, after \vhich he soughl their animals, hitched a quarter of a mile away from the place of .,.., A thorough search of bhe bod1ies b y Buffalo Bill gave proof sufficient of Golde n's lawle ss and double life, for a disguise was found upon h i m, of long beard and wig, and other things which went to make up the Captain Carlos, whom Chief Tht1ncler Cloud had visited in .his r etre at. Other important find s up o n the body were papers tihat told just who the man was and that he had then a wellarranged plot to kidnap t i he Vassar gi rls and kill their father, while a number of ranc hes i11 bhe settlement wen: to be destroyed. Toward evening, Surgeon Powe ll and half a dozen s oldiers arrived, to bury the bodi es of the two outlaws. "They are to wait here, Bill, un til the general and tl!e command come along, w hi le we are to go to t h e Vassars for s up per, and to t e ll all we have discovered about Golden. Later the general will come a long the trail, and you, mounted on Golden's home, will lead t4e way to the re treat," said Surgeon Powell. Their plan was carried out without a hitch, and Settler Vassar and his daughters learned of the wicked ca ree r of Golden; but if either of the sisters had l oved the man, his evil life had quickly turned the feeling to hate, as neither showed that they deepl y car ed for the handisom e young vi llain Tihe genera l and his command came along after n ight fall and mount.eel upon the horse of t h e outlaw chief, Buffalo Bil l l ed the way. The splend id animal went without a break to the retreat of the outlaws, and the sold 1 i e r s were upon the Gold Ghouls before they suspected dangei, and a s hort, sharp, deadl y fight ended in the complete wiping out of the band and capture of all of their booty Back to the fort went t:he victors while the Sioux, learning of the defeat of their outlaw allies1 were glad to retreat further into the fastnesses of the m ou ntains. To-clay the fort i s but a ruin; the gallant Custer a fter warcl fell with his "Brave T i hree Hundred'" in 'Wyoming, but amid the graves t:hat are yet to be seen at the old military p ort is one that is still cared for by the daughters of Settler Vassar-long si n ce laid to his rest-while Ruby and Pearl have children of t heir own gathered about 1.hem, for both man: i ed army office rs, and fine husbands the y made, too. That grave bears the inscription: "!'>Girl Captive of the Sioux." THE END Next week's BUFFALO BILL STORIES (No. 16) will con tain "Buffalo Bill's Pards in Gray; or, On the Death Trails of the Wild West."


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