Buffalo Bill's death grapple; or, Shadowed by the sure shots

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Buffalo Bill's death grapple; or, Shadowed by the sure shots

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Entered as Second C1ass Matter at New York Post Office by STREET & SMITH, 238 William St., N. Y l ,pued By t250 per yea-,,_, !Vo. 19i r "NOW, CHIEF, IT COMES TO A DEATH GRAPPLE!" CRIED BUFFALO BILL. ,/ I

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f J ., ) I l t ... 0 :0 Cl) .Cl ...., '"Cl Issue d JVeckly. B:; Subs cnptzim ,t2so per year. I .:"ntered as Second Class I.fatter at tile N Y Post Office, by Snn:r::7 & Smn1, 238 T Villz'am St., JV. J': Elltered accordi:iJY Iv Act of Congress in the year 1r,o1, ,,, tlte Office of the Librarian of Congress, IVi1s!tington D C. Cl) '"Cl 0 > "3 No. J9. Price F ive Cen ts NE W YORK, September 2 1 1901. Cl) .Cl BUFFALO BILL'S DEATH 6RAPPLE; OR, Shadowed by t h e Sure Shots(t B y the author of BUFF ALO BILL!' a s Illl CH PTER I. THE STR,\NGE IIORSE:\1AN. "Pardon n:e, sir, but ''' ho guides this train?" The man who asked the questi o n was a most strikinglcoking person, one to attract attcn ti on anywhere, and especially in that wild land of the far Vv est, where danger and death were upon every hand. His tone was courteous, yet commanding, and he had i q! ridden hard, as his splendid horse showed, to overtake np tl:e wago,n train, ll:e trail of which he had come upon to u1 at once kn ow, as a man of the border. that it was going certain danger and death if not checked very soo n. .d The ho;s e man had raised his broad sombrero at the >m sight of la dies in the train, but his que stio n had been ad10"i dressed to a man of middle age, evident l y the one i n charge. [ 1 f In an ambu la n ce. u sed as a "prairie carriage,'' sat an elderly iemale, beyontl all doubt beio:1ging lo that much abused class kno"n as ''old maids," and also within it was a negress of middle age, and whose ink y black lms band was d ri v ingthe vehicle. There w as a seco n d ambulance, driven by a prairi e waif, a boy of fifte en known as ''Pepper,' and ,,-hm:1 1fr. I\Iarkham, t h e owner of the tr;ii n had picked up 01 1 the trail wcsh\a rd. Three large and well-fi l led wagons, drivtn by borderm en, a l o t of loose hors es anJ c;:;tt!c in cbargc o f other me n with Mr. and his rc:tll y b eautiful daughter Madge, both well mounted and atti r ed com pleted the outfit th u s h a l ted upon the prairie by tl1e un known and handsome stranger, e.ccpt the gui de, who was n o t just then with the t rnin.

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2 THE BU ff f\LO rBH ... l STORHES .. The of the stranger \\"aS handsome, b eing a mix ture of Mexican and frontier garb, to which was added cavalry boots, with massive spurs of gold, a sombrero of clove-colored felt and looped up o n one side by a pin of solid go l d, rep r esenting a buffalo, w i th large diamonds fo r eyes and amber fo r horns. It was certainly a uniq ue and co stly trinket for a bor derman to wear, but was in k eeping with the diamond so litaire that glimmere d in his black silk necktie, and a ch a i n of ma ss ive links of gold that encircle d his neck and had attached to it a watch, was hidden in the fob of his huntingshirt. His feet were s mall and shapely, and his whol e in keeping with a man who did as h e pleased and asked no fa vors or m ercy of pal e face or r edskin, and liv0cd without ear. All this both Mr. Markham and Madge took in at a glance as the ma n approached; but when h e drew nearer and they gazed into his face men tally they confessed that th ey were l ooking upon a most remarkabl e personage, for no woman co uld have possessed more clearly c u t features, o r eyes more expressive and full of fe e ling. His month, sli ghtly stern, vvas half hidden beneat h a dark mustache, and his reso l ute, well-rounded chin by an i mper i al, w hile his hair was waving and fell clown his hack halfway to h is waist. But one l ook into his large, earnest eyes, and the stem, somewha t reckless, d are -d evi l ish mouth, an d it would be a mo s t casual observ e r who would set him dow n as other than a true man, a prince of the plains. "Pardon me, sir, but may I ask who 1s chief of this train?" again asked th e strange horseman in a clear, tenor-I ike voice. "I am, sir," said Mr. l\1a1,kham, in reply. "I hope, sir it is not your int e nti o n to attempt a ettlement upon th e Loup, as your c ourse implies?" r s um e d the stra nger, in an inquiring way "By n o means, sir, for I am b o und for a r anch which I haYe pi.ircha sed up o n the Platte." "The Platte, sir?" "Yes, for I have purchased the \iV a Iler Ranch and i ts caltlc "The Platte, sir, is not in this direction," said lhe s tran ger, with some surprise. So I k-now, sir ; but my guide, who has ridden on ahead to find a camping-ground for th night, takes thi trail to avoid bands of Indians on the direct trail, ex plained Mr. Markham while Madge sat on her horse}, atte ntively regarding lhe stra nge h orsema n who, inter est ed, apparently, in wh:it her father had sa id, did nc g l a n ce toward h er. d "Why, I have just come from Fort l\fcPherson alon the river trai l and have see n no traces of r edsk ins, nc f heard of any at Fort Kearney, when I halted there, fo t I am bearing dispatches, s ir, from McPh e rs on to Omaha "My gu i de met some o n e who told him there were clians o n our trail." "I-Te was misinform e d I assu r e you, for there i s n o mac on the border who kn ows better than I the movem ents ct th e hostiles.'' ''That being the case, we have come a long way off ot \ course for nothin g .. ) "You have, indeed, s ir and another clay on this tra 1 would take you right into the Indian country, w here you c ti:ain would fall an easy prey to n'lassacre !" \ ":Vfy dear sir, you surprise me, for I cannot under \ stand how my guide ca n be so ignorant of the facts a you state .. "\Nho is your g uide may I ask?'' "He is known i n Omaha, where I engaged him, as Ki Carl." Both Mr. Markh am and :\1adge saw the start th stranger gave, wh ile he answered, promptly: 1 "I kn ow him, s ir, as an infam o us scound rel, and h bears upon his right ear my mark. "That man, s ir was leading you into a trap, for he : friendly with old Black Face, the chief of the tribe int wh ose clu tches this trai l will take you." These words fell like a thunderclap upon both ::\1 Markham and Madge, and t hey sat sta ring in amazeme1 upon the strange h orseman before them. "My dea r sir, you astound me," at last Mr. l\farkha1 found words to say. "Kio Carl would have astounckd ycm sill more, s' had I not struck your trail, and, knowing no train shou. come up here, feared you w e re lost, and came on 1 < \rarn you." 1 "And most h earti l y do I than k you, ir; for your mail ner and your face, carry conviction with all you say."

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THE BU ff /\lO 3 11 x I al so join my fatl:er, sir, i n thanking you,., said ;ejl\ladgc, softly. r The stranger's face fiushed, and h e said, quickly: 0 "I seek no t h anks, nor do I want them, for doing my d u ly. ":;l.Iy orders arc imperative to pres s o n to Omaha, but I 0 f e lt I would not be doing my duty to allo\'v you to go on O! this tn se and Madge brea th e d more freely, as she had that s h e wo uld b e compelled to w i tness one of those drea d scenes for whi ch the far frontier was n oted, an d of wbi ch s he had, in c identally, heard so much. "I will d o at once as yo u s uggest, sir," said Mr. Markh a m and he rode forward and halted the train, for the three had been r iding at the rear during th e co n versati o n that t oo k place In a few rnomc ;1ts th e train had ccme to a h:i!t. iii r. l\!Iarkhc:,111 had explained to the m e n the tidin g s brnt:glit b y the strange horsem an, and all gathered abot:t one of the ,agons, a s though engaged in mending a b : o k-;:1dow n vehicle. Back in the rear the stranger V\; aited, standing b y tht

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4 THE BUFF ALO STORIESo side of his superb hors e and conversing with 1r. :11ark ham and Madge. Eagerly Mr. Markham watched for the returning form of the guide, and thus nearly an hour passed away. At last the eye of the stranger, as powerful in sight a glass, caught sight of th e guide, and he said, simply: "He is coming." "Ah! I see him now, and Mr. Markham gazed ear n estly at him through his field glass, as did also Madge, who remarked: "You have marvelous eyes, sir, for he is yet very far off." "And is returning at a gallop, which will bring him here in half an hour." "You have superb s i ght, sir," said Mr. Markham. "The sight of the prairie-man, sir, as with the sailor, improves with long practice in searching. vast expans es, where a failure to d e tect a foe often brings death, hence it is most necessary to cultivate one's vision, and, though I carry a glass, I seldom n eed it s u se," was the reply. "Well, sir, have you decided what you shall do when th e guide returns?" asked Mr. Markham, somewhat nerv ou s ly, as the returning forms of horse and rider grew each instant more distinct. "Yes, sir." "May I ask what it is you will do?" "Certainly, sir. "Please go forward with your daughter to where the men are, and when Kio Carl comes up and asks the cause of your delay, simply tell him that you have decided ,, retrace your trail and take the right one, along the Platte." "And then?" "I will attend to the balance, sir," was the calm reply. Mr. Markham nodded and rode forward with fadge, leaving the stranger concealed behind rear vvagon. A quarter of an hour passed, the whole famil y gath ered abot11t the center of the train, and waited somewhat nervously for the coming of the guide, whom all to fear. Presently he dashed up and asked, sternly: "What means this long halt here, when there is hardly time to reach a camping-ground before night?" "It means Kio Carl, th:it I have decided to go no fur the r on this tr:iil w;:i,s ilfr. Markham's firm response. "Ha! Do you intend to assume the duties of guid s ir ?" was the angry response. Mr. Markham h esitated, and th e n came in deep tone. "No, but I do, Kio Carl!" The man starteJ back, jerking cruelly upon his rein until he fo rc ed his horse upon its haunches, and whi hi face became pallid, cried, in startled tones: "Great God Buffalo Dill !" The stranger had stepped out before him, frn behind one of the wagons, and held his revolver level' at the guide. His face was smiling How, and he answered, in a fn and easy way : "Correct, Kio Carl, anJ I have the drop on you!" I CHAPTER II. THE TRAITOR GUIDE. "Buffalo Bill!" The voices of the teamsters uttered the words i chorus, for, the name spoke n by Carl had told who wa the stranger, and all knew him well by r eputatio 1 though not one of the trainmen had before see n him, e) cepting the traitor guide. Kio Carl was a man of consummate nerve, and he n gained his coolne s almost at on ce, and said, in as fre and easy a way as that in which Buffalo Bill had ad cl res eel him : "Yes, and it is not the first time you have had th drop on me Cody ." "And I warn you to beware of the third," was Buffa! Bill's response. "Yes, for th e tide must turn; but what means this at tack on me now?" "It means that I have caught you at your old tricks c deviltry and thwarted you." "To what do you refer?" "You were leading this train to an ambush, at the hea of which, doubtless, was your old re dsk in fri e nd, Chie Black Face." The guide turned deadly pale at this bold accusatior but no muscle of his face quivered, as he answered, sa \ agely: "You have no proof of this, Buffalo Bill!" "By the Rocky Mountains! But I will have, sir, b efor another sun shall rise. Up with you.r hand's!"

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THE "BUFF J\LO BIL L STORIES. 5 This was given 111 a tone that was decided. The guide hesitated, and Buffalo Bill repeated: "Up with your hands, Kio Carl! "You have no right to make me a prisoner." "I assert that right! Will you obey?" "I'\ o And I call upon my employer and bi's men to aid me against you," Carl cried, sliding from his horse and confronting the scout. "1 hey will do nothing, and if you love life, worthless as yours is, I shall tell yo u but once more to throw u p those bloodstained hands of yours. Obey, or take the conseque nces!" The rev olve r \Vas held firmly as though in a vise, and all aw that Duffalo Bill m eant wh::.t he saiJ. \Vh olly at Duffalo Bill' mercy, Kio Carl, with a bitter execration, raised his hands above his head. teppinrr f or ward, it was but the work of a minute for lJuffalo Dill to disarm him, and then, taking the lariat frcm his he ordered t he guide to remount his horse, which Kio Ca rl di cl with a srnothc1 .. ed curse Once aga i n in the saddle, Dt!ffalo Dill bound him se curely 1-:a;-:.d and foot, t,ing his feet beneath his horse. ''i ow you ;:-_;e safe for the present, and if my suspicio n s arc verified this with the permission of this gentle man, I will shoot you as I would a mad clog." Then, turning to :VIr. l\Iarkharn, Buffalo Dill continued: "I ad v e you, sir, to at once follow your tra c ks back lo the reguiar trail, pressing on until you reach your camp of la l night, eve n if darkness overtakes yo u." "But '"e no g uide, sir, and--" "If this 1 G n does n ot lead you back to that camp, then Raising his broad sombrero, w1tl1 a smiic and a bow, he called to his horse and, throwing him self into the sad d le, clashed away acro ss the prairie, while Mr. Markham, tr-usting implicitly in the man, p u t his train right about and began retracing his trail down the Loup. Buffalo Bill had ridden but a short distance from the train, when h e came to a sudden halt, and sa t there in his saddle, like a man in deep thought. After a minute's halt, he turned his horse and galloped bac k t01ward the train Surprised at his return, Mr. :.'IIarkharn halted the train, and, w lien he came up, asked: "Wei!, si r have y-ou changed your mind about going 011 ?" "No, sir, but I shou ld like to haye you move the train on, excepting Olic wagon <1nd your traitor guide." :.'11r. Markham seencc! surpri eel, but gave the onders at once for the rear wagon to stop back for a while, a!1J he and Kio Carl, whose bri dle rein was hitched to the rear of the wago n also did so. '"vVhat does th a t strange man intend now?" murmured Madge, as she r ode on by the side of the ambulance in which sat l\Ii ss Samantha Doo little, the old maid h o use keeper, who \\'as in ecstacics over the hands o me face of Buffalo Bill. "Kio Carl, I will trot1 blc you to changt n orses with me," said Buffalo Bill, quietly. The gui de looke d at him in surprise, a1\\.1 said, in a surly tone: ''Why ask what yo u have the power to do without ask ?" mg. I will kill l:im, so help me Heaven! Do you hear me, "And I will change clothes \Yi th you, and borrow your Kio Carl?" arms, for I know you are a man to keep the best oi "I do." we:.ipons." "Se c to it, th en, that this train do cs not go off the trail, "In Satan's name, do 'you intend to rob if you value life." "And where do you go?" asked Kio Ca:rl. "That is my bu s ine ss, but rest assured that I will be on hand to execute sentence again t you if you play any of your tri cks "You will return soon, sir, I hope, for your words im ply that you intend l eav in g us?" said Mr. Markham. "Yes, sir; by daylight, or soon after, I shall be back "Yet, should I not, press on once more, and I will joi n you at your next camping-place." "No, Kio Carl, for I leave mine in the train. Quick! Off with your duel s or I will help you.' "I will n o t.'' "Do you mean it?" "I do, for I shall not aid you in any deviLsh trick you may have formed to ruin me." "I will take them off of you." "You cannot." There was a tone of defiance 111 the Yoico:? 0 t'.1e man, despite his bonds, and Buffalo Bill ans>vercd:

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6 THE BUFF !\LO Bl L L STORDES. "Mr. Ma;kham, I hate to hit a man when he is down, ''Ha! ha! Kio Carl, I can play you pretty well, can' f but I must do it. Again, Kio Carl, 'Nill you exchange I?" and Buffalo Bill rumpled up his hair, put on the fals clothing with me?"' beard, pulled the slouch hat over his eyes, and did loo! "You have my answer." Quick as a flash the iron arm of Buffalo Bi ll shot forth, straight from the shoulder, and the knuckles of steel fell full in the unprotected face of the prisoner. Like a log he dropped to the ground, and ihstantly Buffalo Dill bent over him, and after undoing the lariat coils, quickly disrobed him of his outer clothing and hat. "I hope you have not killed him, for he fell like a log," said Mr. Markham, who could not understand the strange conduct of Buffalo Bill. "No fear of that, sir. I struck to save a strug gle, for I saw that he would not yield, and I merely stunned him." "But what is your intention, sir?" "You s hall see." Throwing off his own outer clothing, Buffalo Bill said to the teams;ter: "Here, pard ; pull these on him." "I'm durned ef I dress him up in your rig, Buffalo Bill, fer he don't desarve it; but I has some old togs in the wagin as will do as well, an' they"ll astonish him, fer they belonged ter an honest citizen, which are myself," replied tl:e teamster, and he dragged out a pair of coarse pants, a slouch hat, full of holes, and a woolen shirt, and began to pull them upon the still unconscious man, while Buffalo Bill was rigging himself out in the clothing of the guide. "Thar, now, he d'o look well, an' you must take keer, Buffalo Bill, yer don't let the devilment in them clo's strike in, fer it are a disease that are catching." Both Buffalo Bill and Mr. Markham laughed at the advice of the worthy teamster, and the latter said: "I don't know, sir, what your intention is, but I shall take care of your arms and clothing for you until you, come to claim them." Buffalo Bill made no reply, but, stepping to his saddle pocket, drew forth w.hat appeared to be a bundle of hair. But, upon unrolling it, it proved to be a l ong, false be1rd, of almost the exact hue of that of Kio Carl. "Cu rsc yo u !" The oath came from the guide, who had sudde nl y returned to consciousness, and readily understood ,,hat his enemy intended. the very counterpart of the traitor guide. I Taking th e weapons and horse of Kio Carl, and leavini his own in the care of Mr. !viarkham, he rode away one more, and so much resemb!eJ the traitor guide that th rest of those in the train, seeing him depart, believed that for some reason, Buffalo Bill had returned and set th prisoner free. After watching him for some moments, in with the teamster and the prisoner himself, Mr. Markhan rode on after the train, and all were surprised at thi change which had taken place and which Seedy Sam, thi wagon driver, explained in his quaint way to his pards while Madge heard from her father's lips what bad oc curred. CHAPTER III. BUFFALO BILL-'S PLOT. It was very evident that in changing his clothes for those of Kio Carl, Buffalo Bill intended some bold ruse, and his words as he rode along, spoke n half-al o ud, showed what his intention was. "I am confident," he muttered, "that old Black Face lies concealed in the timber yonder, with a score or two of braves, and Carl was leading the train into the ambush, and was to share the spo ils with the redskins. "Great Heavens! \Vhat a fate that beautiful girl would have suffered! I shudder to think of it, and, if I am right, Kio Carl will do no more harm in this world, once I lay my clutch upon him again. "Now I'll see if I am right before the sun is set half an hour, and i f my rig will bear muster with old B l ack Face." He the n rode quietly on, the timber ahead of him rising dark and threatenin g, and his ke e n eyes searching its depths for some sign of a foe. As the sun touched Lhe distant prairie ho r iz o n, he was within a mile of the timber, which jutted out fro m the ri,er t o a distance, and formed a secure hiding-place for a thousand savage. foes within the shadcnv of its large trees and thickets.

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THE BUFFALO BBLL After a long anJ untiring in to the tim er, Buf falo Bill \\aS rewarded by discovering a moving form. J ''Inj un k The word escaped his lip s like an exclamation, and peering st ill more closely, he c n tinuccl: g "r\, I thought, Kio Ca rl meant deviltry. e "Ah! There ccmc s veral of the reel rascals to meet e me, or, rather, to meet him, as the) 1 believe, or I am mistaken. '" .\ow, Buffalo Bill, look out!" With a light laugh, :::.s though he relished and defied the crreat danger he was running, Buffal o Dill arranged his toilet more to his taste, as he deemed it n cces ary, looked to his arms, and rode quickly alonrr the timber. Five honemen had come out of th-: timber, and were ri ding leisurely tmrnrcl the scout, a if to me e t him, and yet exhibiting to\\arcl him no hostile demonstrations. They were Indians in all their glory of war-paint and feathers, and one r ode slightly in advance of the other four. ''The devil himself, as I live!" said Buffalo Bill. Then in a 1romcnt he added: 'OJcl Diack Face has ncticcd that the train ltas tu:ncd back, for he evidently had lookouts in the tree tops, and IIe is coming to ask me, or rather, Kio Carl, as he thinl s, for the r eason "\\"ell, the train was too far off for him to sec any thing going on of a suspicious nature. I t was no,, growing dark, and when Buafflo Bill d i ,::w within a couple of hundred yards of the Indians, he w:is cunfii med in his opinion that Kio Carl had turned traitor to his O\\n race, and that DlC cou l d o n .lml meet his red brothers, let them know where and when to strike the wheel-tepees, then go back and tell the pal eface chief a ial e trail for hi s warriors to lake, and lead them into an ambu s h which my brother here can have ready." "Ugh sa id the B l ack Face, now seeing through the s up posed ruse of his pretended ally. "Ugh t gnmtecl the four warrior s, delighted at the prospect of blood, booty and sca l ps b efo re them. "The Black Face has heard,'' sa id the chief, as though anxious to h ea r more and not willing to s h ow curio s i ty to co so.

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8 THE lBUff i\LO BYLL STORIES. "I guess yo u have, yo u old villain, and if I don t fill that ugly head of yours full of lies, it will be because my tongue sticks to the truth too fast to pull it off," mentally observed Buffalo Bill, while a loud he continued: "1he Black Face knows the Lone Tree, toward the setting sun?" The Black Face has been there, was the pompous reply ''Two suns from thi s the wheel-tepees will camp there .. 'Ugh!" "Let the Black Face creep upon the camp by night, leaving their ponies far out on the prairie, and his braves c211 do the ir work." .. Ugh!"' and the grunt was o n e of satisfaction most intense. "The Panther has ri dde n hard, and was tired anc asleep .. wa "Ah! but he must have eyes like the stars now, for b.t c want him to guide the wheel-tepees to the L one Tree .. "The Black Face will tell him." "It is wel l and I will start on the back trail. Panther have a swift po ny, and follow.11 pla1 Let tht wa: "It shall be as my white brother says," replied the olcpon chief, and bidding the red ski ns farewell, Buffalo Bilbne started upon his return, g reatl y rejoicing at his discoveqgai 1 and the accomplishment of his plal. }fr had gone but a short distance when he called b;ich 1 sc to the Black Face to bid the White Panther to hurry on after him a11d ther e came back the answer: "The Panther shall have m y swiftest pony, and willreri "His b _rother w ill be there, and when the b r aves of the soo n be with my white brother." S\\' Black Face have man y scalps at their belts, a n d their "It will be a sad moment for hi m when he i3 or I a::nB11 pon!es are l oaded with the booty of the pal efaces, I will mistak e n."' muttered Buffalo Bill, as he rode on his way, a \I iead them on to the spot where the white warriors can be rnel i n battle a nd defeated.' plottin g mischief agains t the man on whose head a reward offered as a renegade and a red-handed murderer. fo1 Let him ... The individual known as the vVhit e Panther was sleep w l "Ugh! lVfy white brother is a great chief. come to m y camp,., said the delighted s avage. :--.; o for I must be off on the trail to seek the chief. "The \!\'bite Panther, the paleface brother of the chid, is in the camp and would see him. Buffalo Bill fairly started at the name, for he had long heard of the renegade white known as tbe vVhite Panther, whose crimes h a d forced him t o seek refuge among the redskins. He knew h im to b e al so a compa11io:1 of Kio Carl, and did he meet him at once \VOuld his disgui se be penetrated, and death w ou l d quickly follcn\, and death of th e most awfnl torture that lndi:ln cn.1clty could devise. Remembering th<:t Mr. Markham had told how Kio Carl had met a white m:rn o n the prairie, h e felt sure that \Vhitc Panther, as tbe Indians cal!ecl him, and Salt Laki;; Saul as he was 1:1;ow n in the settler:1ents, mus t be that individual, who had r;one o n ahead, whitn bi s ing as se renc.l y b eneath the s helt e r of a tree, when Black Yacc :eturnecr lo th e timber, as though the blood of scores re: of wl1ites whom he had murdered did not rest upon his guilty sou!. ye He ha d ridden hard that day, and in fact for several Jays had had but littl e rest, so he was glad to $eek rep ose in security and dream of the booty lie was to be a r e sharer in when the Markham train was at the mercy of n the reel demo ns who were his allies. He was when B la ck } ace a .. -okc him to make y e kn o wn that he had seen Kio Carl coming, and had met hi <11 out upon th prairie, and told him of the tr:iin going u to the right-about. rr "Durn them sogcrs .. he sa id, savagely. ''Tl-1ey is allus pokin' round where they haint wanted. k .. nut then, a s it are, it are better, chief, fer ef we hed t c ta ck led ther tr;:cin t her sogers wu d hev beeri to o hot o n our tra'.l ter save ther booty, an' all we'd hev got wud h pard became the guide of th e for no otl1er purpose h cv been sc:.1lps, 1r'.1ich you Injuns prizes morcn we than to o ld Black Face as a n ally. whites, o n less we has a l eetle rcvcng e in ther biz.'' f, He kn ew that he had to be most cautio us, not to betray Al! this was spoken iJ1 border English, which Black i gnorance, so asked, as a F2.cc im perfec t ly nnderstoocl, and co:.ild make no more v Vhy dicl not the \Vhi1 e P2.nther come with my brother aP'propriatc reply to Lh:i:1 that Kio Carl was a great chief, the Black Face, to meet n:e ?" h:i.ci done the Indians many. good turns, and knew what t

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T HE EUff t\lO BELL wa' bC';t c. ll \\ishc ( J the V!hite Panther to follow him I at o n ce. an
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10 THE ALO Ba UL "] "I have." 'So I sees when I l ooks at thet hoss ye r straddles Waal, waal, w e i s bot h took in and o ld B lack Face m ade a dern fool of, too ".You seem to feel better over the ne1ws ?" "I does, .er mise r y 'lov es comp'ny, m1d I are m i ser'ble to a howling degree that are p:iinful. "You'll soon be out of your mi se r y ." ii.;.iu 'Tel ruther be rniser blc, onderslandin' yer meanin' as I does. But tell me, Buf'ler, where hev yer got Carl?" "Safe. "An cl ar e r go in there, too?" "Yes. 'You is e r liar!" The right hand which had s l ippe d into some mysteri ous pocke t and quietly grasped o : small re peater, was sud denly thrust forwa. rd right i n the face of Buffalo Bill, and as the finger t ouc h ed the trigg e r the flash and the report came together. But quick as was t h e act, Buff: :do Bill succ;eecled in strikin g up the arm of the r eneg ad e and the bullet along t he top of his head, inflicting a sca l p wound only. Though slightly stunned by the s'hock and momenta r ily blinded, Buffa.lo Bill drew trigger ere a second shot came from the renegade, and the wai l of agony a11'd hatred that broke from his lips told that the bullet had hit hard. cHAPTER IV. FOR A FOE'S SAKE. ".An1d you think," said Madge, when her father h a d joined her and told of Buffalo Bill's having assumed the rig of Kio Carl, "that he wi ll dare venture into the camp of the savages, pretending to be the guide?" "Yes, mry dalligihte r for from all I have h eard of that fa ... mous I kn ow }1e will h esitate at no risk t o carry out hi s ends." "How different he i s from what I h ad pictured him, when reading roman ces of his stange de e ds up o n the border. "He seemed to 1me, as the writers pen-painted him a gi:int and forocious being whose hands and cl othing be covered with the h l ood o f his foes But w e find him an elegant gentleman, courtly and as handsome as a picture." "He is inde e d a r emark:ible man, 111adg:o, and I sin-) c cere l y h ope will come saf61y tbrough all his da11gers. )oc "I . 1 1 1 f l 'cl l d bu t is cert a111 y very nc.) e o 11m 1.o set ;:si e 11s uti e s which must be u r gent, to get u s of the scrape into T )[ w hi ch t hat traitor g uide led LI'S." "Oh, fat her, \vhat if Buffalo Biii had not come o n after=w us?" and 1fac'.g e shuddered, while M r. Markham an -n d Iswerecl : en "The th ought of what w ould h:i ve followed, Madge, is } terrible to contemplate." nd And thus father and daughter talked on, until at last th e n ew campiEg-ground was reached, and the tent spread, w'hich was espec i aliy for t h e use of Madge Miss Samanl'iia DooliH l e was na rand aH h e In getting things t o r ights, prep:iring supper and making himself genemlly useful, Pepper th e youth, \Vas te' in val u able and won pronounced praise from Miss Sa-mantha. h e "Madge," sh.e sai d, "I do thinki n g that Providence va was most kind to that b oy, to bring him unde r the shelter t o f our g uard ian wings." va "Or to us, a.untie"-Maclge always called Miss Doplittle auntie, though tha t lad y had begged h er tor make it )e "cousin"-"for Pepper certai n ly has proven himself most ;e1 u se ful i n everything, and is really womanly in all he doe s for us." "H "True, Madge, true, he almost seems to me like a w oman, at tinies, but do you know you were sadly remiss t to-day?" at "How s o, auntie?" "In you r duty." "What sin d id I commit and what duty omit, pray?'' h 1 "You did not intro duc e me t o that very elegant gentlea man, Mr. Buffalo Bi ll." "Why, auntie, I hardly met him myself;.and I o not who he was until Kio Carl spoke his nam e ." '"Well, I don't know as I s houl d, and I d o n t 1Y know but what I should have spoken to him without an intro
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THE BUFFA L O BILL STORI E S 1 1 "Here's Pepper to announce supper." said Madge, glad cut off the beginning of a few comments which Miss oolittle always made lengthy when she began with The youth known as Pepper was almost a boy i n years, or he seemed hardly twenty, and his face was one thait :ew could gaze upon and fail to see that in it to adm:re IUld like. He was dressed in a free and easy costume, and wore beneath his coat a belt of arms. His hair, contrary to the border custom, was cut short, a nd his slouch hat had the rim pulled down all around. ":Miss Madge, supper is served, and Aunt Phyllis has made some of Miss Samanth's favorite hoecakes," he said, in a boyish voice, and with a mischievous twinkle of the eye. "Oh, Pepper, why do you call m e Miss. Samanth, and never pronounce the last sy lla bl e ?" cried the old maid. "It's too much for me to tackle, miss, as I have a sh ortness of breat h ," r eplied the youth, and he led the way to the fire, where ::v1r. Markham was already seated at the table, upon which Aunt Phyllis, the negro wom' an, wa placing a temp ting me al. ::.Ir. :.Vlarkham and the ladies sat down to supper, whJe Pepper bu!'ied himself in aiding Coon, the negro man, in things to rights for the night . Dut there was one missing from t'he table, who each e21 had sat wjth them, and that one was the guide. In the goodness o f h e r heart, Madge herself arr::rngeci a tray wirh his su'Pper, and carried it to him, to where he i;at upon the trunk o f a tree, securely bound. "I have come vvith your supper, si r," she said, quietly His head was bent, and a 1 t her words he looked up, and he firelight showed that his face flu s hed while he said m his quiet vvay: "You are very kind, Miss Markham; but one doome
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THE BUFF ALO BRLL "As I told your fathe r Miss to flank a band of red s kins." "But Buffalo Bill said there were no Indians on the regular trai l and there were many on the vvay we rwere going." "It is but a question between us, Miss M arkham. When I am dead and beyond recall to ea r th you will find that I was th e one sinned agai n st." "If I could believe this, I wou l d at once set yo u free," she said, in her ea rn est, impul sive way. His eyes fta heel, and he dropped his 1h e ad, the more to hid e hi s thoughts, which surged through his brain like a torre nt After a 'Whil e he seemed to have decided h is course, and said in his l ow, r eally soft tones: "Miss Markham, as a man who stands looking down into hi s own g rave, you will forgive me for what I say to you. ''I say it asking no m e rcy at your hands, but only to prove to you that I am innocent of the charge against me "vVill you hear me?" "Yes." "And forgive me?" "What have I to forgive?" "That which I have to say to you." "I will h ea r you." "I will only say then, that when a man of my stro n g nature l oves, he would risk life, all, for the one who ha s won that l ove, and face d eath a thousand tim es to shield her from ha rm. "My l ove rrniay have m a de 1ne overcautious, but l oving yo u as I confess I do, I did all in my p owe r to shield Y,OU from harm, and would have gone hundreds of miles out of my way, rather than have had an Indian fi r e upon thi s train. "I have only to say, Miss Markham, that thus lovin g you I could n ot have willfully l ed you into danger." Madge Markham fairly trembled at the words of the man.. She had seen that he lik ed to be with her, yet, even in her short life, s1he had r eceived so much h o mage from mien, which her bea uty, wit and l ovely characte r com ma nded, she had not no t i ced that he felt for her more th an fri endly i;cgard. His confession of l ove, coming a it did from a man in hi s situation and deadly peril, fairly st:mne d her I She felt pained, deeply so, for what cou ld she say in re -c; turn, n o t even likin g him, in spite of her admiration forrig the manly qualities he had exhibited in their few weeks' h acquaintance? For the daily ma r ches of the train h ad not averaged ma n y miles. \ There was o ne trhing this confession did, and that wasad jus t what Kio Carl had aimed at. rs< That was, it caused h e r to doubt the guide's guilt, anti to fee l a germ of s u spicion agai n s t Buffalo Bill, after all she had hea rd against him from the lips of the prisoner. Madge was impulsive, and her feelings frequently prompted her to act immediately, so she said, after a \\! m o m nt of silence: c l "If yo u can be so base as to be dec e iving me, may God forgive you." 1 "Ha! T11en there is in your heart a return of the affec .i tion I fee l--" 1 T>he man's eager t o nes were checked by her quick col d words : e1 "1\'o no! n o Do n o t misund rstand me, sir, for L m eant not to imply that I ca.reel for you, for on the con11 trary, I do not; but if y o u a.re so base as to h ave said you .. loved me, m e r e l y t o t o uch my sympathy for you, I rep eat p may God forgive you." .. He seemed dis appoint e d, and said in an injured tone: "You are unkind to d o u,bt me afte r su c h a confession." .. "I will, acting up o n that con fcssion, believe you inno, cent, and if you pl edrge yoursel f to return within the, month and prove yourself innocent of the charge againstt you to m y father, I will set you free." He started and answered: a "And if I so prove myself i nn ocent, what may I expect lL fr om you?" o th ing m o re than the pleasure I \\ill fee l in h av ing saved an inn ocent mian from the death which y o u will be visited upon you." "And that is all?" "All." !'No more?" "You have heard me. sir, and I have nothing more to te say She took from h e r p o cket, as she spoke a knife, and: quickly sev e r e d tihe b o nrl s th at held him fast. "Now, you are fre e and I advise you to l ose no time in making your escape, which can easily be done while the men arc at su pper.

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THE BUFf PiL O BRLL STORIES. 13 1-"G"r,d-h y, sir, and !f I do wrong, H e aven forgi1e me; r rigJ-.t, I will h::ive my own rcl':ard.'' She turned away, as she spoke. :111J, though h e called t r, she d i d not s top, but continued rm to her tent, while with a sinister, triumphant smile, glici cl away into the 5 adows of the timber, sprang upon the back of the flrst crse he came to an l rotle off upo n th prairie. i CIL\PTER V TII E 1 \ \'hen SC'('tly Sam went to m
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TtlE BtJffl\LO LL STORiESo an.Iiss :3amantha. and he is eithe r badly \\-otmdt-or--" "Dead," a
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THE BU f f ALO Bi LL STORHES. 1! 5 ,, c0ug:1cd, turned a1\a y, ancl Coon was h arc! e in lr1\\' Colly, kit she a111 a talker!" "f)ut," repeated "'.Iiss Doolittle, in a louder tone, "l\Vill i u kindl) in'fonn ir, if tbt poor suftcring mortal rtJ.11 1\as sbin hy the aLori;_:il'et; ?" 1 D,,n't '.rot ycr t o liYcly, old gal, fer I hain't dead e t. frcm the wmmclcd man. and in spit' of himi t i Buffalo Hill smiled; bt ched:!ng the laughter that up _,:1 liis lip s, he sai rl: "X0, mi0s: this w::is \\'0i.111cled by my,clf." "You s:::il him'' a n d ).liss Doo!ittle grew faint. "I did. marl am." 'He ,;!Jc:1ts trc1th old gal, an ycr may set h im down as :i vin' kilt 111 f:.:r I it heur ; but I don't blame him. 1 cf he Ji cln 't L ee n quicker than I were, he cl 'a' bee n 1 t o n the prairie n c \\'." A!! lnckcd at the wcuJ1(]ccl mil.n, and then at Duffalo 0'11. 1Yl10 stond calnd; gazing down upon the one whom i s l.1d 1rcamled t.nto cl ath. 0 ''Can nc'.hingbe done for him, sir?" asked Maclgc. ".'\othin g, miss." ig( \no i s he, sir?" "'The questi on came from Mr. Markham, a n d i n response. r"if'fa!o Bill said: 'He is-lx1t a k him, sir." The \\'Ounclecl im:n heard the query and reply, and an t, ered for himself : 11 "Has yer ever heard o' Salt Lake Saul, pa rd?'' 1 "I ff.ust confess I have not." a 'Perhaps ef I sling my t'other handle at yer, yer'll 1 -0IV it. ''Has yer hee r'cl o' ther vVhite Panther?" r,. "A ren egade said to be the a ll y of t h e Indians?" "\-as." "il.nd do you clai m to be that monster of whom so 1ch that is wick ed has bee n said?'' asked i\1r. ::.Iarkharn, a tone of horror, while Madge hrank back with a u cltlcr, fo;she, too, had heard of the White Panther. f "Xo more doclgin' ther truth, pard, fe r B uf'ler thar 1 i 01rs me. t' I are Sal t Lake Saul, t her \Vhite Panther, and the 1ing man cast his eyes around the group to see the effect ri hi s words. h \11 r emained silent, and he co ntinued, while eac h moe ent his voice grew weaker : am thet pilgrim, \\hat Buf'ler h e left o' me, and as 1-t him to fetch me to camp to ee my old pard, Kio 1 l, afore I die he patched up thi.s hole in my side, and .o e I are, o trot out Kio, or I'll l eave ther life trail afore ul ee me ar 'He wishes to see the p ri so n e r, Carl, alone fo r a few men ts and I see no reason why we should refuse the request o f a cly;ng-man," said B u ffalo Dill, a s all at each other, an d no one spoke in repl y to the r equest of Salt Lake Saul. ;_rr. Markham' face flush e d. and he looked worried; hut hfore he could r eply, Madge stepped fonnrd and said, in her clear tones: "T:1e guide, Carl, i s no longer in camp, sir, for I r e leased !frn last night." Buffalo Bill 11 as taken aback, it rwas evident, and he arched h;s eyebrow and looke d to the maiden for an ex planation, while the dying man shou te d forth: ''Arc this a leetlc game to keep me from see in Kio?'" "I assure yo u it i s not. Kio Carl swore to me that he was innocent of the charge this g entleman made against h im, a n d t o save hi m from death, which h e said would be h is fate, I ct hi 111 free.;, "My d ea r young bely, you have mad t h e saddest mistake of y ur life, for, upon yo u r own track, you have loosened a blcodhound that knows n o mercy to man or worn.an." Duffalo Bill spoke the words in a n impressive manner that caused, every particle of blood i n the face of Madge l\Iarkham to recede in a torrent upon her heart, and for a monie: 1 t s he felt as though she would faint. T.lut recovering herself quickl y, b y a great effort, she sai d, in a low tone: "I believed him innocent, from all he said to me." "This man, if he \Vil!, can tell you if h e is guilty o r n ot. Will you speak, Salt Lake Saul?" Ali waited breathlessl y for t h e ans1\er of the clyinCT man. He professed t o be the friend of Carl, and be had long bee n tl1e foe of Buffalo Bil!. \ Vould i his hatred of the scout ca.use him to protect Kio Carl with his last b reath? 11 he said tliat the guide was innoce nt, then would f ee l that he had tol d vhe truth in speaking against Buffalo B i l l. She wished to feel that she had not clone wrong, and yet she found it hard to believe that such a man as Buffalo Bill's face showed him to be could be playing a deep game against the g uide. Buffalo Bill seemed the most unconcerned of al l prese n t, and as be hesitated, h e asked: "\Vil! you answer, Saul, as t o the gui\.t of your pard ?" "vVhat does yer wish ter know?"' "Is he not, like yourseLf, a renegade?" "It are safer fer him ter live amo1 g Indians than white folks, an' thar a r e settlements he don t go in, o nless he are disguised." "Is that sufficient, miss?" and the scout turned t o Madge, who, \ 1 1ithout glancing a
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TriE BU ff ALO BBLL STORBES. "Yas e I hes ti i me t er answer 'em; but wimmen is a1w ful an' 'ongodly cur'us, an' may.be I mout die afore I kin answer 'em, all." In spite of 1herse lf, Madge smiled, but asked: "Was it the intention of our guide to lead us into the power of tbe Indians?" "It were." Madge sta rted, and again asked: "He, then, was their ally?" "Fact, fer I were hi s pard, an' he \Vere ter take you as his prize, an' me an' Black Face an' ther bucks were ter hev ther booty." "Oh, what have I done?" cried poor Madge, and turning to Buffalo Bill she sa id pleadingly: "I hum0ly ask yo u to forgive me, sir." "I have nothing to forgive, Miss Markham, for myself; but it is yourself and those of the train that will be the sufferers," and Buffalo Bill bent over the dying man and said kindly: "Is there nothing I can do for you, pard, for I will gladly execute any r e quest you have to make?" Salt Lake Saul's man ner at once changed, and a bright light seemed to come over his face, while he dropped at once the border slang, and said in a full voice: "Buffalo Bill, you are a true man, and I will trust you. "I have long been a villain, and from bad to w.orse have I gone until I die now, a renegade, a thief and a murderer. 'Cou ld man be worse?" 'Don't speak of that now," said Buffalo Bill, in the same gentle, almost womanly softness of manner that showed th e great scout in a new phas e, by no means cal culated to lessen him in the esteem of those who saw and heard him. "You gave me my death wound, Buffalo Bill, and I thank vou for it for you have saved me from the gallows, and I prove my forgiveness by leaving you a duty to perform. "Around my waist, whe n I am dead, you will find a l eather belt, in which arc some valuable papers, and a little money "A confession there from me will tell who I am and what you are to do with the papers. "Will you do this for me? "I will." "Then I am content. Give me your hand, even if yours is honest and mine is crime-stained." Buffalo Bill grasped the hand of the dying renegade, and kneeling by him, thus remained. The eyes of Salt Lake Saul closed, a smile even came over bis. face.:. and soon the grip on the scnu(s hand tight ened and rcbxcd. He was dead l CHAPTER VI. BUFFALO BILL'S GAME TO WIN. .1 c It was not long, after Saul Lake Saul died, bef'o Bnffa!O Bill transferred the leather belt, unexamined t him, to bis own waist, and told Mr. 1\farkham that it ''u necessary for him to be at once on the march. A grave was hastily dug, the body of the renegae placed therein, and the train pulled out for the Pia,. trail, once more, Buffalo 'Bill again in his own dothL and mounted on his own h orse, while Madge rode Car, black, as the treacherous guide had, in making his esca1 that night, very meanly stolen the horse of the one w had set him free, in return for her kindness, for he \l's knew the speed and bottom of the animal. ; Having set Mr. Markham on the trail with full din. tions what to do and where to camp, Buffalo Bill wa\., a farewell to the ladies.-a salute Miss Doolittle took, be a kiss of the hand to her, and returned it vigorou .. n from her fingertips-and started off across the prame r a swinging gallop. The nobl e animal seemed almost tireless, and the r. he had had while with the train made him feel perfect, fresh, so that mile after mile was thrown behind him w., wonderful ra pidity. It was a loneand hard ride to Fort Kearney, the horse was equal to it, and shortly after nig' fall the lights of the fort came into sight. "Halt l Who comes?" 11 The challenge of the sentry rang out c;lear and and Buffalo Bill drew rein while he answered: 'Scout with important news for the commandant.'' Ll "Dismount, advance, and giye the countersign," ;. turned tne sentry. "I have no countersign, so call the corporal of 1 cruarcl and have him take me to the colonel, for I ::, no time to lose," answered the scout, imp1tiently, mutlj i1w to himself as the s o ldier obeyed: d 0 "Military discipline and red tape are well enough1l ti mes, but not when a fellow is in a hurry." It was some moments before Buffalo Bill was u she{' into the presence of th e commandant at Port I-:'carn who gave h im a hearty welcom e "\Veil, Cody, you don't mean to say that e ven you ridd en to Omaha and back since y o n l e(t here go1 east." "No, colonel." ,, "Indians ran you back to the s helter of the fort eh?' .. "Not exa c tly, sir, and yet the y are th e canse of '. coming." "Indeed, I knew of none being al ong the trail east here." 1 "Nor arc there any, imrnediatcly upon t he trail, t{

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THE BU Ff ALO BH. .. L STORIES. 17 scov red a train tr::'.il going up the north fork of the Lip. and kno1Ying that it w o uld lead directly into old ck Face' s countr y, and seeing ho v small was the force, k the liberty of di sobeying orders, as I knew the trnts of the dispatches, and that a few clays' delay uld do n o harm, and I follov.ecl on .. 'Yon tak e big chances in disobeying orders, ocly, but a eel you dcen:ed it of greater importance than to press 1 ,., said the colonel. 1 Had I not si r, 1 would have gone on r 'But I overtook the tr:iin and di s cove: e d it to b e l ong to a lr. :\Iark ham, who with his danghter and another lady, seryants and cowboys, the latter acting as teamsters, r s going to the \\r all e r R anch on the P latte which he lately purchased." I knew that \Valler had been m correspondence r e 0.:ding its sale." "'And :\fr. Markham bought it, fitted out his train in P'1aha, and employed a s a guide none other than Kio lr!." "Ha! That devili s h renegade and road ?" ' Xone other, sir, and. he has a pare!, Salt Lake "Ano ther precions scoundrel." "Yes sir, during bis lifet im e,'' was the significant r eply. "You hint that he is dead." ''He is." "What was the nature of his illness?" and the colonel 1iled. "l killed him_, sir." I expected that, Cody, for y o u generally di sfribute 1ur bullets when and where they are most n eede d. But there is a cool thousand offered for his bead, dead alive. .. You are in ln ck." "I d on't care for blood m o n ey, colonel; bnt, as I was iing you, Salt Lake aul had gone on ahead o f Carl i d the train, to p:;st old Black Face, \\'ho \\':::s to be in ribt;sh at a certain timber motte." "A rare pl ot of deviltry!" "\Yhicl1 I r m r;lad to say I thwa; ted, for npo n coming fl '.Yith the train, I fonnd Carl lnd gone on ahead to ep arc camp, h e said, and 1 t o l d "Ir. 1arkh1m h e w a s eing led into a trap. got him to set one for the g uide, and came hack anr l fell into it." .. Killed iim, t oo, Dill?'' ":\o, sir." '\\" hat a ity !" ''I oaly wish I had. s i r. but I too k his rig, ancl starting train on the back trail, with him a prisoner, made up Ki o Carl. o a to foo l Black Face, and went o n to the .ber, \ ';here he lay in ambush wit h jus t fifty braves I erward found cut." "You were fo olhardy, Cody." ''Oh, no, coJ.o nel, on l y a little ri ky, but I met the old r edskin, played Kio Carl on him, and fooled him well and discov ering that Salt Lake Saul was ba c k in the timber, t old Black Face to send him on after me, made np a tough yarn, and put back t o t he train. "S alt L :ike 'au i followed me, mistook me for Carl, his pare!, d isco e rcd his mistake \\'hen l haJ the d ro p on him, but sho,,ecl hi s pa11tber claws, and I shot him. ..Bnt I did not kill him the n but carrie d th e plucky fcll o\v on t o the camping-gronnd of the train, and though h e suffered untold agony, he did not utter a groan. "To my horror, I found that Kio Carl had e scaped, and after burying Saul, who died an hour afler reaching camp, I put th e train on the right trail and came on here." "You have d one well, Cody, but v:hy did yon n o t go on to Omaha with the dispatches, and make this known on your, return?" Buffalo Bill smi led a n d answered: "Because, colonel my little game is not yet p layed out to the winning point." "There is somethin g else to te ll. then?" "No, sir; but to do. " \i\That do yo u mean?" "I made an appointment \\ iith old B lack Face-" "Ah!" I t old him, in my then character of his renegade all y Kio Carl, that the train was to be a t Lone Tree at a certain time, and to there creep upon it and attack it, while a squadron of trooper s were then moving upo n him, suppo sing h im to b e elsewhere than \\"he re h e then was." I see . "Th e L o ne Tree. as you know, is a ri$e in the prairie, where there i s a good st?eam o f water, a thicket of cotton w oods, a n d that o n e large tree. '"Yes, I kiv ca m ped t he r e ." "The grass is deep surrcunding it and the Indians can readily cree p u po n the c:imp and surpri se it." "True." "'vVell, sir, I thought it would be a gOO'cl idea to start out at once a couple of ain:bulances, a fe w wagons, and several mounted men, and send them at once to the Lone Tree." "To be surprise d by the redskinc ?" "f\o, s ir. ' \Vhat n ?" "To surprise the r e d skins." "I confess I am on a blind trail, C ody." "The w a gons and a1rnbulances, sir, can be full of soldiers, and the h orses can be th ose belo_nging to the troops. "\Vhen t'11cy go into camp, the horses can all be saddled and ready for mounting, the soldiers lying in ambush and

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18 THE BUFFALO BiLL STORlES .. when Black Face and his braves rush on the. encampment, expecting to surpri se a train with a few women and a half-score of men, they can be met by half-a-hundred cavalrym: e n.'' "Cody, you are a trump!" cried the enthusiastic colonel. "Then play me at the game w ith old Blad; Face. and from there I will go on to Omaha, with the dispatches, and only be about three days late, for to-morrow night is the time I appointed with the chief." "But may not Kio Carl, who you say escaped from the train, have r eached Black Face, and thus Jet the cat out of the bag?" "No, si r for I followed his t1'ai l and it led southward, and, besides, as I started Black Face from his aurh ush in the timber. and have ridden hard myself, Carl cannot reach !ihe redskins before they make th eir attack." "vVel l Cod')', this is a glorious plan of yours, and I 1 will send1 Captain Burr with you within an h our." "\!Ve must start as soon as pos sible, sir." "You shall, for you wish to strike the trail Markham's train w ould be on, so as to deceive the redskins, should they be on the wabch. But may not the Markham train come along, too?" "No sir, for I to l d Mr. Markham my plan, and directed him i how to proceed, and where to camp. The colonel touched a bell, an orderly appeared, and he was sent after Captain Dangerfield Burr, a handsome, dashing cavalry officer, who readily entered into the plot, and used such dispatch in getting off that the sham settlers' train pulled oiut of ,Kearney in one h ou r after the arrival of Buffalo Bill at the fort. The next clay, gazing from a distant point, and con c eale d i n a clump of an Indian warrior was watching a small wago n train filing across the prairie. His eyes sparkled as he observed its course, and instinctivel y he d r oppe9 his band upon his scalping-knife, as though in anticipation Of the red de e ds t o be done when darkness settl ed dO\v n upo n the face of the earth. Toward a ris e in the prairie, where was one large tree and numerous small ones, lo oking like a giant and his children, the trai n held its way, and within its shelter came to a halt, just as the sun tot:ched the western hori zon of the plain. The India n lookout stil l continue d to gaze upo n the glimmering white tilts of the wagons, lighted up by the last r ays of the setting sun, an.cl remained like a statue of bronze, his eyes riveted upon the scene, until he saw the rosy hue of campfires cast their radiance out from the thiclet. Then wheeli n g his pony, he urged him to full speed, and for a few miles seemed to fly over the darkenin g prairie. After a rid e of half an hour he came upon a winding stream, the b;1ks of whi c h were fringe
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THE BUFFA.LO B6L'L S T O RIES. 19 CHAPTER VII. AN UNHEEDED WARNING. Glancing out over the pr::iirie, in the direction whence came the sound, the Indian guard's keen eyes soon caught sight of the form of a steed and rider approaching in the darkness. The animal was keeping up the same steady gallop, and the rider did not seem to dread clanger, from the manner in which he on. Presently, when within good gunshot range of the tim ber, he came to a halt and stood for an instant, evidently searching the length of the motte, as though to penetrate its dark depths and discover what awaited him there. Then upon the air rose the sharp bark of the coyote. It seemed to make no impression on the Indian guard, wl:o remai ned as motionless as a stone Now came the J ong-dra\Yn-out howl of the wolf, and !'till the Indian did not move, although it was evident that the strange horseman was giving signals by his imitations of wild beasts. A moment of silence fol lowed, and clear and ringing, rhe notes of a night bird were heard. Then the Indian guard moved; his hands went to his lips, and the last signal \\"as answered by the sharp bark of the coyote, which \rnuld have fooled an animal of that species himself. Instantly the hor2eman came forward toward the tim ber, yet at a slow walk, and again halted within pistol range, and called Oi.tt in the Indian tongue: "Jlin-na-<. ash-te ? "Wash-le," came the reply of the Indian, and the horse ma!l rode up to the timber. 'Kio Carl!" cried the Indian, recognizing the horse man. "l\ly reel broli:cr speaks trne, and 1 have come lnrd upcn the trail of the Black Face," was the answer of the rider, as he sprang to the ground to give rest to h is tired horse, whose drooping head howed that he had been pressed hard. '"The chief is on the red trail, as my white brother told him,'' ans\\"erecl the fodj an. 'The Black Face is not here, then?" "'No.'' '\Vbere i s he?" 'The 8ear Claw has spoken."' "His ponies are here," and Ca rl glanced around at the ponies hitched in the timber. "The Bear Claw is their guard while the Black Face and his warriors have gone on the trail." '"But what trnil, Bear Cbw ?"asked Kio Carl, evidently at a less t o understand the Indian. "The trail of the wheel-tepees." "Is there a train "Did not the Kio tell the Black Face that the wheel tepees would camp at the Lone Tree, and that he must creep upon them as the snake in the darkness?" "Redskin, yott are badly off, for I told the Black Face n o such thing." "The paleface talks crooked now. Let him follow the trail of the Black Face. He will find him upon the prairie toward the Lone Tree. "I'll go :it said Kio Carl, leaving his horse in the timber, the same splendid animal which he had stolen from Madge Markham, and set out a:t a swinging trot upon the prairie. He had gone about a mile when he suddenly stumbled over something in t1he deep grass, fell, and before he could resi s t was bound hand and foot. "Is this the way for my red brothers to treat me?" he asked in an injured tone, recognizing the braves. of Black Face. The Indians gave a grunt of surprise, cut his bonds at once, and sent for Black Face. "The Black Face welcomes his white brother. Has he just come from the paleface camp?" said the chief in his dignified way, for an Indian shows dignity, even in cutting a throat. "My brother's eyes are blind, his ears are not right, his feet follow the wrong trail," said Carl, impressively. '"It is the trail my white brother told me to follow." ")fot so, chief, for I have l.Jeen a prisoner, and the timber where I expected you to ambush the train, and sent you \Yon! by the \Vhite Panther, is far from here. Did not the \ Vhite Panther see the Black Face,., "Yes, an cl told him all the Kio had said; but does the Kio trifle \\'ith the Sioux?" "No, it \\'as all as I told the White Panther to make k nO\rn to you, but Buffalo Bill, the paleface Pa-e-has-ka" -here a general grunt was given, and there was a h::ind dropped onrevery knife-hilt-" came t8 the train; told the chief I was the ally of my red brothers and I was seized and bound. But a paleface maiden, one who is yet to be my squaw, set me free, and I have come on the trail of the Black Face to tell him where to st ri ke the whe el-tepees." The Indians, from the chief down, looked at each other in utter amazement, while Black Face said sternly: "The l'io"s tongue is crooked to talk so to the Sioux. They have eyes, and are not s:-n1tten by the Great Spirit h ere,'" and he placed his hand upon his head as a means of indicating that he \Yas no fool. '"The Kio speaks true, and again tells the Black Face that the train is fa r from here . "The Kio is like a snake, for he w ould strike his red brother, when he kncws the wheel-tepees are there," and he pointed tO\vard the Lone Tree encampment.

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r 20 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. "That is not the camp of my people," firmly said Kio Carl. "The Kio tells lies," was the savage rejoinder, and the acquiescing grunt of the braves showed that they thought so, too. Kio Carl dropped his hand u po n his pistol, but r ea lizing how unequ a l would be a combat, he said, indifferently: "There may be a camp there and there is, for I see the fires. but it is not the camp of my people." "Diel not the Kio tell me they would be there?" "Ko." "Did he not tell m e to come h ere with my braves and creep upo11 the wheel-tepees in the dark?" "No." "Does the Kio say that he did not come to my camp and tell me this?" and it was evident that Blac k Fate was wa.;::ing wroth. "I do say so, for I have not bee n in the camp of the Black Face, nor near it, for months. "I sent While Pantiher to you, to tell you what to do; hut as I was t ake n prisoner, I could not follow out my plan, and ha ving escaped now, I come to the Black Face to lead him u pon th e train of my people." "Does the Kio think that the Black Face and his brave s are Llind, and have no ears, that he tells them that he came not to l heir camp tw o moons ago?" "I did n ot, I o nly wish I could have done so." "Yet he talk e d with the Black Face, and then. returned to bis people, and the White Panther went after h im and the Black Face is here to follow his words." "Look here, chief, when was this?" suddenly as! ed Kio Carl, as the truth now fl?-shed upon him. "Two sleeps ago." "By th e Rockies! It was Buffalo Bill!" "The great white chid hid es n ot his face under hair," and Bla c k Faoe r eferred to the b ea rd of Kio Carl, wh o answered, quickly: "Yes, for h e disguis ed himself to look like the Kio put o n his face a false beard "He has played with the eyes a n d li es int o the ears of the Black Face and his braves. "The great Pa-e-lws-ka has set you upon a wrong trail, chief, and l aid a trap into which you are walking, for yon der trai n is not that of my people, for I left it far across the prairies, toward the setting su n ." "And t h e Whit e Panther?" "I have not seen h im." "The Kio has a deep heart and he is throwing l ies m the ears of the Black Face." "I am not, chief." "The Black Face does not trust him." "AH right, you infernaliy stubborn old red skin Go your way and attack yonder train, and if you don't catch a Tartar whose n2rne is Buffalo Bill; you ca n set me down as the champion liar of the border, niggers, Chinese, an
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THE BUFF /\LO BILL STORIES. 21 For a quarter of a mile they glided rather than walked long, and then Black Face called a halt and gave a few rders in a low tone, which were passed along the line f grim savages Then, clown upon their faces they fell, and like magic, i sappeared from s i ght. In the shelte r of the few small trees surrounding the uge cottonwood were visible four smoulderino-camp.res that had bee n deserted for the night, and the camp eemecl buried in the deepest repose As the warriors, crawling lik e snakes through the grass, ame n e arer, their keen eyes detected o n each side of the ncarnpment what seemed to be a sentinel, leaning against small tree, and their arrows were set lo their b ows, and ao n ach form had half-a-dozen shafts sent into it. Without a groan from either, they sank up o n the and then \Yith yells that were enough to strike error int o the stoutest heart, Black Face and his warriors ushecl upon the camp. The chief hirnself, eve r foremost in th e fight, b ent 1bove tl:e form of one of the guard s to tear off th e scalp, vhen a cry of burst from his lips as he found 10t a humaa being, but a suit of clothes, and that stuffed vith p;airie g r ass But e r e he had time to ponder npon t hi s strange c ir :mnstance, out fr o m behind th e wago n s poureJ a perfect ;tream of fire, and down in t heir track s fell a score of r ed nen, dead or dying, whi l e cheer upon cheer of the so ldi e r s }roke upon the air and spread dismay among th e r ed an ks. Black Face hacl jus t time to remember the wa rning him l>y Kio Carl. ;:,ml to rerrliz e that lhe renegade's :ongue bad n ot been croo'...-e d in lhat instance, whe n he ;aw rushing u pon him a number of soldiers with carbines .lie\ sabres, and quickly and l oud l y h e called t o his b r aves :o rall,y around him. They obeyed promptly and met the attack bravely, al hough taken wholly by surprise; but when, out of the ;hi ckets where the train horses were concealed, there dashed a s core of caval r yme n with Duffa l o Bill at their head, the savages gave one yell of terror, fired a volley at andom, anJ bounded away over the prairie l ike a herd of Jeer. With triumphant yells, th e cava l ry followed th e m, ;hooting them clown here a n d th ere, and causing them 1s the only means of safety, to s catter s ingl y and in pairs, incl thus continue their mad flight, o r hide in the long vVith a h orsema n in hot pursuit, Black Face had an ipport uni ty of realizing h ow thoroughly he had bee n and to mourn over the los s of t\\o-thirds, if not all of hi warriors, for he had seen that it would be a miracle almo s t if himself or any one of the band escaped As he ran along lik e a deer, holding hi s ow n pretty well agai nst the of his pursuer, he heard a cry and in the Sioux tongue. It was: "Let my reel brother fr ee me fr o m my b'Onds, that I may escape." He r ecognized the voice, and saw instinctively, h a lf seatec\ on the ground, half hid de n by the gras's, the form of Kio Carl. Though he knew well that he had told the truth, and under stood what a te rror in battle Kio Carl was, he dared not then hesitate an instant to free him, wh ile th e thought cam e into his to free himself at the cost of the r enegade's lif e Instantly he c han ged hi s co t)r se, and ra n nearer b he bom1cl prisoner, to b rin g the pursuer urpo n him whi l e fol l owing his trail, and as he clashed by, said: "Let the K i o call upon his ow n peop l e to set him free." The next instant he had gone by lik e the w ind But Kio Carl at o nce understood the dodge of the wily Indian, and 1 hearing the horseman coming, threw hi msel f over and over again in somersaults, until he had gone many feet from \rhere he had been l ying. Then he c::.rne to a 'hal t and wormed him sclf along in the grass unti l he was a lm os t wholly concealed from view. Just at tha t m oment, t h e one in h ot pursuit o f Black Face, who e form he coul d indistinctly see in the distance, clashed by, and not twenty feet away from where Carl was concea l ed. CHAPTER VIII. BUFFALO BILL'S DOUBLE DUEL. For some m o m ents after, Kio Ca rl la y m otionless, as th o ngh he feared th e coming of ot h ers. B ut as he no so und nea r and the sho ut s of the soldi e r s and the trampling o f h o r ses far off, with an occas i o nal shot, a chee r or a death yell, he rose again to a sitting posture. His hands were bound behind his back, and a throng had connected them with his feet which were also secured, so that he could not eve n stand upright. Raising himself to a sitti n g positi o n, h e gazed around over the p r airie, and could see dark form s of hors eme n flitting h ere and the re. "Th ey are pursuing some of the r edski n s toward th e timber where they l eft their h orses, but f.ew ca n escape, I'll warrant," he muttered. Toward the Lone Tree he S(l)W that th e campfires had been rekindled, and numerous forms were see n passing to and fro in the light of them, showing that the soldiers had be e n in considerable force. ''Well, I kn ow th i s is a trick of Buffalo Bill 's for he is

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22 THE BUF FA.LO BILL STORIES. u p to just such plots, and he has hit o ld Black Face and his warriors hard, even if any of them gets away, which looks doubtful. "\i\T ell, if Sata. n takes care of me, and I don't see why he should desert me now, I'll take good care to make all the capi tal I can out o f this, and the Indians will trust me, too, well remembering my warning and how it was treated. "But how to get out o f this trouble mysel,f is the ques tion." That indeed seeme d the question, and yet, bound hand and foot as he was, with no one near to free him, enemies on all sides and far from help, even should they not find him, Kio Carl did not despair. Suddenly he dropped down in the grass, for he saw a horse a n d rider approaching. The animal was seen coming on at a walk, his head bent as though he was tired, and his course would lead him directly over Kio Carl, unl ess he again rolled away. Dut Kio Carl knew that h e was in a desperate situation and that he must take desperate measures to escape. It might be a s o ldi e r that was coming toward him, one who had gotten astray from his comrades in the chase after Dlack Face and his warriors, and it might be an Indian. Perhaps it was a scout from the command of Captain Burr. T)1en the blood rushed hard to Kio Carl's heart as the thought flashed upon him that it might be Buffalo Bill. If so h e made up h i s mind to take no chances. Dut if it was any one else, he would, now having m 1 e arm free, ri s k a shot with his revolver.. If he killed the horseman, he would have hi s horse, saddle and bridle, which would be everything to him as he then was. So h e was siler.t, prepared and watchful. Nearer and nearer came. the horseman. It was a soldier, his horse coming along with h ea d hanging low, and the rider halfasleep. Kio Karl saw that the horse would pass within a f e w feet of him, and h e raised his weapon, took deliberate aim and fir ed. Tlie horse whee led to o n e side, and the rider fe ll heavil y from his saddle. The poor fellow never saw his foe, for the bullet pierced his heart. But with a death clutch he grasped his bridl e and prevented his h o r se from running away. With determined effort, Kio Carl at last freed his other hand and then went to wher e the horse was still he l d by his dead rider. "Now, my time for revenge has come," a lmost shouted the man. "My time for revenge on Buffalo Bill, and then to carry out my original plan and make Madge Markham my wife ., ai:1 His words told what his evi l intentions were toward the id, beautiful girl, who in her sympathy had set him free. u "Now, I'll take the Markham trail first, and hnnt down d Buffalo Bill later,'' he sai d, after having reached the body ,1 of. the dead soldier and appropriated everything to his s use. He was t o find the horse very tired, but o r felt that he had no right to grumble at his good for-tune. As he rode along Madge Ma.rkham was constantly in his thoughts. He was determined to get her in his power by fair means or foul, and make her his wife whether she was willing or unwilling. Her releasing him cause d him to think in his vanity that he had won a warm spot in her heart, and should he be with her for a while he d i d not doubt that he could win h e r love. The train being well on its way to the place on the Platte where was the ranc h l\fr. Markham had pur chased, he fe lt that h e must act promptl y, and his only dependence was in hi s Indian allies. a1 r r But should h e not be able. to strike the train on the a march he determinec;l. to go tt> .the.ranch, and the idea of g iving up hi s fell purpose n eve r entered his mind for an instant. 0 Having gained a safe distance from the camp, he drew rein to con sider as to what he should do. To go to t he village of Black Face \\ould be his safest course; but p e;-haps the old chief had been slain, and if so h e had no influence with the other chiefs of the tribe. \Vhat had become of White Panther, he could not con j&'cture, and, as h e had be en told by Black Face that the renegade had followed h i m from camp, he knew that it could only be Buffalo Bill he had gone after, and that meant certain dea:h to his pard. Then the little good in his nature swayed him here, and h e mutlcred: "Salt Lake Saul has thrice saved my life and risked his '1 own to do it, and it i s my first duty to see what has become of him, and to aid him if he n eeds it. "If Buffalo Bill captured him he will be taken to Omaha to be identified for th e price set on hi s head, and then his career \vill be cut short. The Orne.ha authori ties offrr the reward, and therefore there he'll be taken, so to 0111al1a I go to look after Saul, for the girl will be safe enough at that faraway ranch her father i s so foolish as to take her to. "So to Omaha I go, rig up in a new disgL;ise, and the n e I can work in safety. "Then, if I want aid, I will go to the of Black

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THE B UF F A.L O BILL STORIES. 23 and see \Yhat J can do to get some braves to aid me, cl, if I have not the influence with lhe reels, Salt Lake ml has, and he'll b e glad enough to help me if I save his "Corne, o1d fellow, our trail leads to Omaha," he sa id to s ho1se, and the head of the animal 1Yas at once turned that direction, while his rider again muttered as be rode ong: "If Buffalo Bill captured o ld Salt Lake Saul he will go Omaha to draw bis reward ; and I will be able to square :counts with him, a s well as get my pard free, fo.r, if that an was dead, I would have li ttle to fear, as the soldiers ould have no terror for me." And, about the time Kio Carl came to this decision, the of whom he was speaking was just leaving the one Tree camp on his ride to Om:i ha, t ? deliver to the lmmandant th e r e the delayed dispatches. In the ambush ;ht by the Lone Tree Buffalo Bill had won th e admira :.111 of all the so ldiers b y his reckle ss cou rage and the :rta'mty with which he got every Indian he went for. When the redskins scatte red he bad pursued the larger ll"Ce, most anxious above all things to capture Black ace, the daring who had so long be e n the bitte r le of the whites and had spread terror along the border r the raids he was wont to make with his war ors. Still continuing to scatter, Buffalo Bill soon found him in pursuit of but one redskin. He was not mounted upon his own horse, having left im at the fort t o r es t, and the fugitive ran well, and untiringly, the nature of the ground being s u c h 1at the scout's pony did not come up with him until a iiie llad been gone over. Then; seeing that he would b e overtaken and shot down, 1e redskin, panting from hi s tremendous race, grasped his imahawk before he turned at bay, for he had thrown way his rifle to lessen his weight in running.' The n suddenly he paused, and the tomahawk, hurled ith good aim, struck the scout's pony fairly in the h ea d nd brought him to earth with a suddenness that sent his der far over his h ead 1imble as a cat, Buffalo Bill lighted upon his f eet, and is t as he did so gra peel th e Indian in his strong arms. Expectin g that.the scout would fall with hi s horse the 1dian was take n by surprise, and. powerful thou gh he as. Black Face was no match forthe white man, espeally as he was tired by his long run. The struggle, therefore, was of short duration-, and the 5ult was that Buffalo Bill was the victor, the. redski n ing dead at his feet. But he did not tarry to gloat over his victory, but, tea r -1g the feather head-dress from his victim, he put it o n his own head and started o n a run for the timber, which was distant but a few hundred yards. The guard who had halted Kio Carl earlier in the even ing st ill held his post, and had been an alarmed witness of the attack in the distance, and the defeat of his reel brothers, for he could hear enough to convince him that Black Face had caught a Tartar. He had patiently waited to see further, devel opments, well knowing that those of band who escaped would head for the timber where their ponies were, and his quick e y e had clete cted the forms of the Indian and his m o unted pursuer. ,. Instantly he started to get a pony and go to the aid of his brother warrior, and h e rode out of t h e t imber just as h e saw the Indian stand at bay, and the pony and his rider go down. He could hardl y repress the yel l of joy that rose to his iips. vet did so, fearing that there might be other pur-suers near. The next instant he saw what h e bel i eved to b e h is fe l low brave spring up from the prairie an.cl come on toward the t i mber. He looked close l y to assure himself that it was n ot a foe, and recognizing the eagl e feather head-dress flutt e ring clown the back of. the runner, he felt that it must be Black Face, his chief. But it was Buffalo Bi ll and this circumstance the red skin discovered too l ate to save his life, for, running di r ectly up to hi m the sc.out had him i n his grasp and dragged him off his pony m an instant's time. There was a glimmer of st eel, a despe r ate struggle for ;i few seconds, and Buffal o Bill stood upr ight, holding the rein of the frightened p ony, while at his feet lay the, \\arrio r, dead Springing up on the pony he had so pluckily captured, Buffalo Bill rode back to where his own animal lay, and quickly dispatc hed the wounded beast, for the tomahawk had not done its work fully T h e n, transferring h is saddle and bridle to the new steed, the scout rode into the timber where the ponies were tied, and these were soon l oosened and sent off at a gallop toward the camp af Lone Tree. Hearing them com i ng, the s olcliers, who had n ea rly all returned to camp, rallied to repe l as they believed, a charge; but, hearing Buffalo Bjjj's voice calling out to them, they did not fire and op he dashed with his fourfootccl captives, to the great delight of captain Burr and his ti:o opers. Having and corraled the ponies, Buffalo Bill, picking out od'e of the best of the Jot that had be longed to the band of Black Face, bade farewell to Captain Burr and his gallan t troopers, and went o ff l ike

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24 THE BU ff AlO .. a rocket t o carr) his dispr.tches t o Omaha, tind the cheers of his comrades follo wed far, ont on the prairi e as h e sped al ong throu g h t h e dark ness. CHAPTER IX. THE FUGIT'l'YE STEED. B uff a l o Bill was n o sparer o f h o r se o r human wl:en he had his dnty to do, and this h e ld good on his ride lo Omaha. He did not care for himself, for he knew that h e could stand any amonnt of fatigu e, but he knew that his horse woul d fail him s oon, and h e looked about him to decide whe r e he cm:lcl g et :mother animal. He : e11'emberecl a r:::nch on llcav e r C r eek, w here he would lik ely be able to get a good horse, and thither he went, to find that the c::.bin had been burned :::nd the c:it t le nm off, and he knew that it had b ee n the \\ork of B!ack Face all(l his band. But, as good luck would have it just as hi s ti r ed horse would carry h i m no further, he spied an animal feeding some distance off. A closer observati o n and he ga,ve a shout of j oy, for he had been told by :'II r. l\Iarkham that he had lost a ful thoroughbred. a claybank, noted for hi s speed and wonderful endurance. The animal bad s lipp ed his halter o ne night and in the morning could no-.vhere be fou1d. -Bill remembered the lccality where :\fr. :VIarkham had told h im he h::td lost the h o rse. and h e knew it \\'as not very f::ir from \\'h ere he then wa s The si lver mane a n d t ail. l on:g and flowing, the perfect buckskin color of the animal, adde d to his trim bu ild. told Buffal o B ill that he had found the J os t animal, and just i n the ni ck of time. 'A foo l for l uck, arid a poor man for children,' as the s o l d iers say at the fort, and 1 must be the fonme r to carry out the saying, for .[ do happen to be most lucky. "But n ow, if I ca:1 only catch that horse, I'll be willing t o he.ve luck go against me for the next month." The animal now sighted the sco ut, a n d instantly held his s hapel y head up, l ik e a deer sce n t in g danger. Knowing that hi s own horse was too tir ed to go out of a walk, Bil! at o r :ce turne d him l oose, and hit him a b low to make h im go some distance from him. The horse trotted off some thirty paoes, and the scout at once droppe d down behind the bank of the creek, ran alqng for some distan ce, and crawled through the long prairie grass, directly to where hi h o r se had halted and stood with drooped h ead too tired to move. He would have m oved off, howev.er, at seeing the form of the scout crawling in the grass, had he not been .. )i< by a kir:cl \\ord, and in an in sta;it Bi.dhlo Bill h was at bi s feet. Gazing in the direction of the fogitin horse, the scoute saw that it was approaching s lowly and cautiously, no11 i that it no longer saw the rider. t Crouchi;ig in the grass, his lariat in hand, he waiter! in bre::ithlcss suspense the cautio u s ai: d tardy approach o t he beautiful animal, which had beco:r.e quite wild in th l f ew days he had been alone on the prairie. l\' carer and nearer he approached, and, as if instinct i1ely knowing what his m2.ster w1nted, the scout's hors 1 gave a low whinny. 1 1 The strange animal at once answered, and encouraged, came trotting up to his n e w-four:d cor.ip:i:1ion, to find himse lf suddenl y struggling in the coils of a lariat. A shcut of triuai;ph burst from the lips o f Buffalo Bil 1 at his capture, and in ten minute$ h e had the beautiful u beast bridled, saddled and in p e r fect control. 'TH leave you, old fellow, to take care of yourself for a few days." l:e said k indl y, to the anin1 al who had serveM him o w e ll and thro\\'ing himself up'.)n the claybank he 1 darte d aw<'.y Ek e an arrow from a bow. Hardly had he di sappeared over a rise in the when a man aro se from the prairie grass not far from th spot where the horse h:.:d been captmcd. 1 By his side lax his own stcNl. dead, been ridden t o death, and fallen in his trac!-;s not ten minutes l>efore Buffalo Bil! came into sight. 1 His eyes also had sight of the claybank recognized him, for the man was the treacherous guide of the Yiarkham train. And he, too, was plotting hi capture \ \ hen the sudden coming i n sight of his enemy had thwarted hi s plans and cause d him to w itnCS$ the of hi s hated foe. Bitte rl y he cursed his i ll fortuue and the good luck of Bill Cody. But, as cursing did not help him on the road t o Omaha. he strippe d his horse of hi s saddle and bridle, and shouldering them, trudged along, his heart black with passio n and revengeful feelings toward the scout, whorr: he had n o t dar.ecl to risk a shot at, o r meet in fair combat, fea ring the result. Buffalo B ill found the claybank a better horse by far than h e ha.cl anticipated, more t han justifying all that M r. Markham and f\ladge ha.cl sa i d him. The animal had bee n presented to the rnai
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Btlfif BILL STORRES. idity with \vhic11 the ..:arri ed him over b e ground. I-faltinti now and then for r est, he f ound the h orse ever taci y lo continue on the road, and he got to Omaha one \ight, half-a-dozen hours ooner he had deemeu po s ible. c Putting the horse up at the stable, the scout at once the commandant and delivered h is dispatches, u::niliarr al the remark: "\Vell, Ccdy, you have r.ot tarried by the way." t "You are rnis takc n, genc:-al, for I lost two days," was ;oe response of Buffalo Bi!!, 2 n d he then told the gener;il ll the particulars of hi trip and its interruption s. "Well, Dill, i f you wouli I h::t\' C an o1d grud,,,.e against him ansition. lat"Certainiy, sir, I will do a nything that I can be l1scful : and promising to the gener a l the n ext day, Buf ) ]t,l o Bill declined the invitation to put up at the barracks ng
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2 6 THE BUff 1\L O BILL STORIESo and back up any asserti o n against their h onor with revolver and bowie. .The water of the Missouri not being very palatable, whisky was more largely patronized than the purer fluid, with the resuJt tthat about one-fourth of the population were continually in a state of excitement, which only blood-letting could cool off. It is needless to say that many got tiheir blood cooled, and so summaril y and decidedly that it remained so, and it was a regret with the hetter class of citizens that numerous others of the turbulent kind were not "snuffed out" also. In this cornmunity, Buffalo Bill was well known to all, "He has skipped." "No. "Fact, for he heard all we said." "How did yo u 1 now this?" "I got tired of waiting for him to come, so went out the stable and asked for him." "Well?" h "Dan, my stableman, said rhe had seen him coming there, w hen he stopped, turne d back, a n d stood outsi c the window, while yo u and I were standin g inside." "Then he heard what said?" was Buffalo Bi!l's quti remark. "Of course, and skipped." by name, if not person.ally. "But Where did he go?" He was noted as the scout of tihie b order, the deadliest "Dan said h e thought he had gone back into the ho I shot, best horseman, worst hand with the knife, and a until he saw him steal away fro m the window, and th c man to stick to 1.Jhe trail of a bad Indian or foe with the start up the street." y in stinct of a bloodhound and the terna.cit y of a bulldog. "He left his horse?" A frank-faced, generous-hearted man, ev e r read y to h elp a friend or a stranger in distress, he had yet shown terrific tiger claws whe n brought to bay by those who wished to ride him clown and rid the country of on e they dreaded. Upoi1 entering th e sa l oon, therefore, after his short chat with the landlord, Buffalo Bill vvas greeted w ith shouts of welcome, and innumer a t ble invitations to: "Take s uthin ', Bill." Bill was conside rabl y fatigt1ed with his 1hards hips of the pa s t few clays, and willingly acquiesc e d in the press in g invitati o n by inviting all hands round to drink with him, as he said: "Parcls, I've got some huncl.reds of invitations to drink now, and if I accepted all, I'd get glori o usly drunk, so w 1 e'll compromise by all drinking with me." T11e compromise was accepted, and after paying the score, a by no means light one, Buffalo Bill took a sea t at a table where he could face both doors, and to o k up a paper to read. Tln1s passed an hour or two, and, interested in the paper, he see m e d utterly obliviaus to the excitement and wild clamor about him, ye t not a. person -came in at the -door that h e did not see, and observin g the landlord ap-proaching him, he said quietly: 'Well, Dolan, he has not come yet." "Nor will he." "What's up?" "Yes." "Diel he leave a n yth in g in his room?" "He had nothing to leave in the shape of l _ug-g though he had plenty of money, for I saw it whe n asked me to j oi n him in a drink." "Describe him, please, Dolan." "A t

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THE BUFF /\L O BI L L STORIES. 27 While talking wi-th the jandlord, and interested m h e disappearance of the strange r, he suddenly heard m Jleading tones the cry: ''Gentlemen, for God's sake, don't harm me, for I am Jnly a poor cripple and a stranger in your town." "Yer swallow ain't crippled, e f yer leg are, an' d erned yer shan't take benzine with us, ef we has ter pour it ifown yer," said a rude voice in reply. Thet a r e so, pard, fer we asked him ter drink, an' he 1refused j ist ter insult u s, a n h e drinks, or I are a liar." "But, gentlemen, I never drink, and surely yo u would JOt force me," was said in pleading tones, and many pres :nt were touched, yet dared offer no remon st rance, as die "gang" who had the stranger in their p ower was a 1ot to be dreaded by those who wished to keep out of the The one they in s i ste d should drink with them was a ather pitiable-looking object, and should have excited :ompassion in t 'he heart of any one. L! He \\ as badly crippled, one leg seeming to be bent aud lrawn up, which made him painfully lame, while he > t ooped, and was humpbacked. His face was smoothly shaven, his hair cut too short to and his attire was evidently t h e cast-off clothin g of '.ome large man who had taken pity u po n him. a He wore green spectacles, a s though his eyes were af eected, and evidentl y carri ed bi s worldl y goods with him, 'or a ragged blanket and overcoat. an d a small bundle, Yith a haadkcrchief serving ;:;s carpetbag, hung on tlie : nd of a stick. He had entered th e ho te l a n d asked th0 clerk lodgng s at half price, and bee n referred t o the l andlo rd \\ ho uvas talking to Buffalo Bill at the bac Upon nJJaking the effor t to re:J.c-h Landlo rd Dolan he fiad been spi ed b y the ''Terrors,'.' as the gang who rcim were called, and his stran ge appearance at once exited their ridicu l e instead of th eir com : pass ion "Say, pards, h eur's a \\That-ls-It; so let's b ev a leetle 1 un," cried the discoverer of th e poor wrdch. I "\\That'll yer tal;e fer it Tom?" asked anoth e r 1a "It hain't fer sale, fer I are going ter trave l with it, >tn
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28 THE Bllff ALO BILL STORIES. "Men don't always do all they threaten," was the quiet respo n se of Buffal o Bill, and then he a sked: "Ha ve you n o fr i ends in town?" "No, s i r, nor in the w o r l d. I am all alone." This was said in a tone sufficient to touch almost any heart; but th e bu lli e only laughed, and one of the m broke out in song with : 'Tm l one ly since my friends all died." A lau g h followed this musical burst, and wh eeling up on the singer, Buffalo Bill said sternly: ' Y cu 11 sing another song, Dagger Dave, if yo u don't let this poor f ellow alone, a n d I m an it for all of your bullying gang." All drew thei r breath and waited, for the se bo ld words of Duffalo Dil l' s showed his utter defiance o f the Terro rs, and w as as mu c h as a challenge fo r t h e m to a ccept if they so willed. "And what s on v m ou't that be, Buffalo Bill?" asked Dagger Dave, \\1]10 had won hi s n ame throui:.-11 a l ways carryin g a long Spanish dagger, up o n the hilt of which his hand n O\\' drop ped. 'Do the y miss me at h o me, o r w o rds t o that effect," rep lied Buffab Diil \\ ith a light laugh, and ha lf-tu rning to Terror Tom, he contin' ued when the lau g h "Terror T om, take your hand off that poor f ello w." "Is yo u my master, Buffalo B ill, to give orders?" "This man is no match for any one of you, as you kn o w ; he is a stranger and a cripple. and' I will not see him impo se d upon by a n y gang of bullie s s u ch a s I know you to be." These w ere hard words, and the only surprise o f the cro\\ d was that the Terrors did n ot then and the re spri n g upon Buffalo Bill. J3ut they were at heart c owards, and each one kn'e w that at l east one, if not more, of th e m would die; fo r Buffa l o Bill was as quick as lightning in drawing a weapo n, and as deadly as death in using it and which o ne of th e m would fall none could tell, a n d that very cir c u ms tance made t h em go sfow "I'll show you w h o i s master j.f you do n't let go that m a n Terror Tom. You may run Omaha, b eca u se the p eople d o n t wan t trouble with you, but you can't imp ose on that poo r w retch while I a m h e r e." Terror Tom glanced at his two comrades, and t he n, as he k new he must do S()IJnething o r "take water" before hunc h eds whom h e h a d bull ie d and who feared him, he T tightened his g rip upon the sho uld e r of the cripple, whif: h e cried: "I'll cl'ar ther room fer acti o n, Buffalo Bi ll, so o ut t window goes yer pet, fer fear he mou't get hurt in t scrimmage that are t o be." n T e rror Tom was a man of herculean build, and t cri pple, drawn up, bent, and lam.e, did not come up t o f shoulde r and i t l ooked a s thou g h "out of the windo h e must go, j f the bully ma ,de the effort to pitch him o And make the effort Terror Tom did, but to the s prise o f all, before h e could sw in g the cripple from feet, h e receiv e d a blow i n th e face that sent him to ea wi th a shock that shook the h ouse, and stunned him, t And it was the c ri pple who gave the blow, straight from th e s1hou lder, full in the brutal face, and with a fo t hat was terrible. r Du ffalo Bill had sprung forward to aid the cripple, b 1 seeing that i f d:iven to it, he \ vas able to tak e care himself, he turned, as a shot was hea;-d and a bullet pJs through his !1'.l':. It wa s the l as l shot that man ever fired, for before c ou ld draw trigger a seco nd time, Buffalo Bill dropp him dead in his t racks with his revolver, and then, tu in g jus t in time, caught the knife of Dagger Daye up 1 his we apo n snapped lhe blade, and, seizing his ass I ant in his strong arms, threw him bodily out of the w dow, carryingsash with h im with a crash and that was deafening. "Ther' s another wind ow for yo u Terror Tom,' er Buffalo Dill, seizing the king bully as h e was scramb l' to his feet, and dragging him to th e window "Carry the sash with yo u Tom," he continued, a with an exhibition. of his marvelous strength which rai a yell of admirati on from the crowd, he hurled the gia bull y through the other window into the yard, givi ng l1j a fall o f several f ee t, and sending him t o j oin Dagg Dave, who was collecting him sel f together for fligl gashed with glass, bleeding and thoroughl y cowed "Run, pards, Buf'ler Bill are cornin' ter bury yer t l time," yelled a spectator out of the window, and the t de speradoes quickly made tracks toward the stable, daz t bleeding and utte rly unabl e to acc ount for the way it occur red "Pard, you can hit as hard as a Go vernment mule kick, and that is saying volumes "Give me you r hand fo r the neat way in which y o u s

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THE BUFFALO B ILL STORIES. 29 Terror Tom to earth, and tell me your name," said Bufr hfalo Bill, stepping toward the cri pple, who, after his knockdown of Terror Tom, stood as innocently by as ti-though an uninteres ted spectator o fthe affa ir. t [ "My name is Cripple Kit," he said, in soft tones, a l most womanly in their sweetness. t "You were not christened Cripple Kit?" answered Buf -1alo Bill, with a smile ;)' 'No, sir, but I am such a undiluted and with a smack of relief he a cled: t ''I drinks a Jeetle myself, Pard Cripple; it are my cus-z t tom never to desert a old friend, an' spirits an' me has been acquainted too long fer m e ter go back on 'em when I are bastenin' ter ther tomb-fill ther glass up again, I boss, thet I may propose a toast ter Buf'ler Bill." This ingenious device to get a secon d drink "ter keep t'other bein' lone so m e," was successful, a nd all stood ready with their glasses, while T emperance Jerry-so ca ll ed from preaching and nev e r practicing-cried in stentorian tones: "Parcls, heur are to Buf'Ier Bill, th e r Prince of th er Plains, an' a man who never d esarted the trail o' a friend o r a foe." The toast was drunk with gusto, and in the excitement that followed Buffalo Bill, Cripple Kit and Landlord Do lan left the sa loon to the n oisy revelers CHAPTER XII. A HOME FOR CRIPPLE KIT. The sce n e in t he saloon create d qu it e an exc i tement in Omaha, and made Buffalo Bill far more of a hero than ever before. His having killed one of the t erro r s and squelched the others, for they ha d not been heard o f since the fracas, adde
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30 T H E BUFF.ALO BllL S TORRES. "I'm glad to see yo u Jack, and s uppose you 1ave come by McPherson and Kearney, and are just from Laramie?" "Yes, I came through on the jump, and &tart back to morrow. "I stoppe d over at b oth McPherso n and Kearney and saw the boys just corning in, after yom fight at Lone Tree. "They ,\ere full of talk about you, Bill, and boasting over your little plan to wipe out o ld Black Face-but is this a friend of yours, Bill?" and Jack t urned to Cripple Kit, who had come up with Bufialo Bill. "Yes, Jac k, and a good fellow he is. Cripple Kit, this is m y friend, Texas Jack, of whom yo u have heard." The two men grasped hands and Jack said in hi s free and easy style: "Glad to seit yo u, sir; but, Bill, the boys gathered in just thirty -sev en sca l p s that morning after the L o ne Tree fracas, and are betting that you t oo k four o r five. "I took od ds t hat yo u belted h alf-a-dczen top-knots, fo r kn ow you, Bill so tell me i f I win o r lose ? ''You win, J ack ," wa s th e quiet reply. "How many?" "Seven." "You were in if thick, but that's your style." "No, but we gave the m a direct surprise, and the Indians ver e tbick, and I co uld not miss," modestly r e plied Bill. "They found Black Face, but hi s hair was go n e." "Yes, I got it." \ Vcll, ther e was anothe r villain who got a way." "Who wa s that, Jack?" renegade, K i o Carl." "He was not there." "You are mistaken, Bill." "No, he escaped from the Markham train, stole the h o r se of the o n e who let him go, and struck south, for I followed his trail for a short dist ance." "It was a blind, for he doubled on his trail, and a wounded India n sai d that he came up and t old Black Face the camp at L o n e Tree was a trap; but the chief had been fooled so cleverly b y you in playing the renegade that he did not beli e ve Kio, swore that he had some moti v e in keeping him fro m attacking the train, so b ound him and left him on the prairie. Ki "And he was captured?" cried B u ffalo Bill, eagerly bu ''l\ ot he; S::itan took ca r e of him, for he escaped somefri h ow." "Now, tell me i f yo u know anyth. ing about the Mark h am train." "Yes; it was going all right to the ranch when I me it. And, Bill, i sn't l\Iis l\Iarkham a beauty?" "Sh e is a ver y l ove l y lady, Jack." "She thin ks a great dea l of you, for s he told me so ." "l\Iuch obliged for l;er goo d op inion of me .. "And her old father jus t swea rs by you." "You are foll of b l arney, Jack; i s there anything yo want m e t o dD for you?" l a u ghed Bill. ''Yes." fo "l\ ame it." h i "c:;,o back w i th me as far as McPherson." st "Can t d o it, for I carry a train back, that goes clea t hrough to Denver." "Too bad, for I h op ed for your company." "But you can do something for me, J c:ck." pl I "I'm you r man, Dill." "My friend h ere, Crippl K it, as he calls himself, wan t h to go on a ranch as a cowboy. h "He is a good rid er, in spi te of his lam e ness, and s will send him to l\lr. who asked me to send hin seve r al good men ior bis :anch, and I want you to dro him there as you go by, fer be i s no plai;1sman to find th 5 w ay a l one ." "I'll do it, but his h o rse must be a good one, as l g fa st, Bill, as yo u knoll'." a "It w ill try yom h orse to keep up with the one he rides1r for [gave him. to t1kc bacl; to .fr. :\larkham, a that got away from the train, and \Yhich I cang 1t on m y2 way here anc! I 11!11 frank!: ; my that I never 1 acked a bet t e r horse for spee d or \vin<.l." "\Vell, I'll be g l ad of Kit's comp a ny, I assure you, an I start to-morrow at cla wn on the return." And at break of day the follow ing morning Texas Jacl j started o n his way ba c k to Fort Laramie, with Crippl Kit for his c o mpanion, and m ounted upon the splcndi cla yban k hor se. In his pock et h e carrie d a letter to Mr. :Markham fr o Buffalo Bill. This letter of re commenda ti nn th e scout told Crippl

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 31 Gt to read and then hand to Mr. f.Iarkham, who with mt doubt, would give him a in his home, and the fellow eemed overjoyed at the prospect. e CHAPTER XIII. THE THIRD MEETING. Buffalo Bill had not forgotten his pledge to Salt Lake Saul, regarding the wishes of the dying renegade as to what he wish d him to do 11ith the papers he told the cout he would rind in his belt. Examining the papers while at OmaJha; Buffalo Bill found that they told the story of a very evil life and there \\ ere documents of a legal nature which had been stolen, and were most important in righting a wrong-. Salt Lake Saul had been most anxious to right th!s wrong, and had see1ncd pkased when Buffalo D ill hac.l promised to aid him. Seeing the value of the contents of vhc belt. J3;1ffalo Bill had sought the adjutant and chaplain of lort Omaha a n d placed in their hands the carrying out ot Sa.It Lake Saul 's wi shes, so that justice roulcl be done. and it may be here that it was faithfully done rhe tm;, otfo.:as to sc out's satisfaction. After another couple o f days in Omaha, Buffalo !Bill started out in .:h:irg-e of the train the colo11cl had 'spoken to him about and which was going to :>e<.'k a se t ti cment near tbe ranch of Mr. Markham. Buffalo Bill safel y guided the train lo it s d<.>stination. and then going to th e ra n ch of Mr. Markham, ll'as much pleased to fiml that J..:it had anil'ed there in !Jad lbeen \\elcomed and had already begun to feel ;at home. As ior Kit, he was happy in his new liome, he told the scout. c The welcome Buffalo Dill got was a most cordial one. Aunt Phyllis did lier best cooking for him, while, with lthe sc out as his hero, the youth Pc1)J)er bcocrecl to be-. , l1come one of his brave band of men in buckskin, a request C(ody readily granted. "You sa \ cd us, Cody,., said l\Ir. Markham feelinrrly b J :land he added: "Yes, our safety was assured, and the doom of those evi l m e n sealed the moment we were protected and they were s1hadowed by Buffal o Bill, the sure shot." Graspin g the scout's hand warmly, Madge said, earnestly: "Yes, and my foo lish act forced you into another death grapple, which, but for your sure shot, would have cost you your life. I shall never forget all that I owe to you, Buffalo Bill." After a few days spent pleasantly with the Buffalo B ill too k his doparture to return to the fort, where he was chief of scouts. "I have but one dread, Mr. Cody, and that i s toa t Kio Carl is yet at large," said Mr. Markham, as he bade the scout good-by. "Kill him as you would a snake, sir, for he wiil be merciless, and be on the watch, for it wou'ld not surprise rne if h e came !Jere in disguise, answered the scout, and with a w;ne of his hand he rode away. Watching him from t he piazza they saw another horse man r iding toward h im. A..,, th e two approa,hed !here was a quic k movement npon tl1l part o f each llt)ISl' rnan, Buffalo B i ll spurring forward Then two shots rang out, a .n
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(BUFFALO BILL) -----TF.IE-----Our New 5co \;rJeekly Pi Sure Winner \Ve were the publishers of the first story ever \Yritten of the famous and \Vo r 1 d renowrn i BUFF ALO BILL, the most daring scout, wonderful rifle shot, expert guide, greatest Indian trailer ever known, and a popular hero whose life has been one suc cession of exciting and thrilHng fr.ddents combined with great successes and acc01n plishments, all of which wm be told in a series of sto ries which we shall now place before the Amerkan Boys. These exciting stori es will appear regut-ion. Wm. F Cody (Buffalo Bill) larly in our new Sc. weekly to be known as READ THE FOLLOWING TITLES -16. Buffalo EilI's Pards in Gray; or, On the I l8. Bl 1ffalo Bill at Grave-Yard Gap; The Death Trails of the V?ild W Doomed Drive:s of the Overland l7. Buffalo Bill's Deal; or, The Queen of 1?. Buffalo Bill' s De at h Grapple; or, Sha Go!d Canyon. dov1ed by the Sure Shots .LOOK OUT FOR THE CREAT STORiES STREET & SlVIITH, Publishers, NEW yoRI<

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--------------' ii I I \ .. . l. ....:=.-'\ --------/ . l I .'.\ I I \ 'I _.. -:: . .. "'-.;:: -.. . -__ ,_ _, .. -_. -. .;:: -:..:. __ -;:, The ,Vorld Renovvnc( Bu falo (HON. vV1vi. F. CODY) One or l ate s t phot0s by Sf,1t1 Buffalo I3ill Stories :: 1s the only put Ii cation orizecl by Ho \ NM. F. Corh I -i?{f-1 E were the publishers o the first story ever writ ten of th f;1mous and wo !cl. renown -1..1 Buffalo Bill, the gre;i hero whose life has been om succession of exciting and thril l ing incidents c o mbined \ 1itl great succes s sand accomplish men ts, all of \vhich will be tole in a series of granJ s torie. which we are now o lacina: te .._, fore the America n Boy. Tht p opulari ty tlley have obtained shows w h at t h e b9y/ I wan t, and is very gratifyi n g tc the publis hers. =====================----l & SMITlB!:_1sHtRs


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