Buffalo Bill's victories. Chapters 16-34


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. Trpenn(?r?mlb@ ffiDl1rb @ A WEEKLY P UB L I CATION D E V ,OTED TO BORDE R H l 5TOR Y Jutted Weekly. Ev Subscription $2.50 per y ear. Entered as Second Class "1ctle1 at tlie N. Y. Post Office, by STREE'i' &. SMITH, 238 William St., N. Y : E;:!end accordt'riK t o Act of Cimgress in the ye11r 1r;o1, i n tlie Office of the Lilwarzim of Cottgress, Wasln'11g-ton. D. C. No. 2L Five Cents. NE W YORK, October 5, 1901. BUff ALO B I LL'S VICTOR lt:S. . B y the a uth o r of "BUFF ALO BILL." CHAPTER XVI. TO WIPE OUT A LIFE DEBi. Into a far frontier military post dashed the mail-rid er, and all the garrison eagerly awaited the distribution of the letters, each man hoping for a line from home, or from the one he loved. William F. Cody-Buffalo Bill!" In answer to the adj u.tant's call, "the handsomest and bravest man in the army," as the scout was called by his c omrades arose from his seat on a blanket, saluted the officer, receiv e d his letter, a rather curious expr-ession on his as he looked at the address, and muttered: "I know that writin1(' Returning to his blanket, spread beneath a tree, Buf falo Bill opened his letter and read the cont ents, a cloud coming on his stem, handsome face as he did so. Without comment he read it through, and then said to his comrade, : Wild :f?ill, who sl;ared his blanket seat, and was intently puffing away a.t hif> pipe: .. r : If. ... ' "I say, Wild Bill, you have heard me speak of Law r e n ce Secor, of Texas?" "The young banker you met in Santa Fe, and \\r ho was so good to you when you were sick there?" "Yes, that's the man, and he nursed me through a fe ver, and I know saved my life for I came mighty 11 ear cr ossing over the Dark River, and but f ? hifn I 'vould. "I went there with dispatches, you know, and Lawrence Seco r a stranger to me, then aci::ed the part of a brother to me. the kind to tie to, Bill." "Right you are,' and I intend to Clo sb, for, as you are at the fort now, I leave it to help him, and that's what he asks me to do. "No trouble?'' Yes, and of a serious kind, for he was cashier in a bank. It was robbed, and the crime .vas put upon him, and not wishing to go to pri son, he cleared out, and ha s b een in hiding. "But now he writes to me that he ha s found out that

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2 BUFF J\LO __ STO RIE the real b;.mk wbber, and who was with him at Santa Fe . and whom I knew slightly, has had. to fly for his life, and to ertain part of the country, where this letter states, arid Sa:or says that if I can capture him alive he ca.n be forced to tell the truth as to who iit was who the bank, and thereby take the stain r;iff him, and let him hold up his head among honorable men once more." "And he asks you to do this?" "Yes, or about .that, for he begs me to meet him at a ceritain point in New Mexico, and_ plan to get hold of this map, whose name i s Wirt Weldon." "And of course you ll go, Buffalo Bill, for it is not your nature to refuse the appeal of a friend," said Wild Bill. "No, I owe it to Lawrence Secor that I am alive today, and I shall not refuse to wipe out a life debt when in my power to do so ... "He sacrificed a great deal to stay there and nurse me as he did and I'll tell more, for, one night wh_ en he was sitting up with me, a Mexican whose brother I had sent to pri so n sought to slip into the hacienda and knife me; but Lawrence Secor s _ent a bullet into his heart, though he got the knife into his arm in my defense." "When do 'yot\ go, Pard Bill?" "To-night." "Going to take along any of the boys?" "No; I play a lone hand in this game." "Be gone long?'' "Don't know-I am going t o find the thief, Wirt Wel don, and when I take a trail, I generally see the end of 'it." "That's your style, Buffalo Bill, and luck to you; but if you need help, send for some of us and if they wipe JOU out in that country, we 'll go down and avenge you," .said Wild Bill. And that night, mounted upon his splendid horse \ Chief, and with a second fine animal carrying a packsaddle well supplied with all that he would need, Buffalo Bill set out on his long trail into New Mexico to wipe out a life debt, a trail that proved to be a red one before the (nd was reacbed, this story wil! show. CHAPTER xvn c THE WARNING. "Don't cross the Dead Line, pard, or there will be mourning in your family:. : ... .. "What Dead Line?" '.'Yer don1t see it, for it ain't marked on1:'4 in your mind; hut it's there all the same, and the white man as ithat range into the Indian country, never comes back ialive." "Is it as bad as that?" -"lt is worse, for, you see, there was a white settlement in this valley at one time, now five years ago, an:d the only ithing that tells the tale now is ashes and g r aves." "The settlers were massacred, then?" "They were." "By the Indians?" "Who else? for the It)juns claim this country, aud the .told the palefaces to keep their hands off But there is findings of both gol d and silver in the mountains yonder, '.and there was some who couldn't keep th,eir hands off, iand they went there in secret and begun to work in a canon." "Well?" "The Injuns had their eyes on 'em, and one night iSwept down the gulch and killed every man of the party. Having tasted blood, like a wolf, and loving the flavor, they came down into the valley. "You see how. peaceful it looks now in the sunlight, but it was a scene of.wild fright and d eath on that night, I can tell you, for I was one who dwelt there." "You?" "Yes, I was one who had my little h o me here, and I guesses I was aibout the only one who escaped. You see that tree yonder by the strnam, standing all alone?" "Yes." "There be thirteen graves under that tree, men, women iand children, and I can show you more just such fatal .spots." "This is a sad story to tell, my friend." "It will be still more sad if you go across that range,

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THE BU ff A LO BILL' STO RIES. 3 or since that night no \.v hite man has gone there and ives to tell the tale, and that is why they call it the e bead Line." "Yet you appear to dwell here unmolested?" "Yes for the redskins can do me no more hann now, nd I haunt this valley of death like a spirit, to be near ; those I loved, and I am only waiting to go on the same ong trail when my time comes; and it won t be long now, or, you see my hair and beard are getting white now, nd I am growing old ." "I hope you may liv e ma:ly long y earn yet, my friend /and I am glad to have met you, for you can give me some I seek ab o ut this c ountry; and, more can find j a home soon with tho se who will be kind to you in your declining years. "Who are they?" "Settlers who are following me, for the redskins can not keep back the tide that sets westward ." No! n o n o They must not com_e here! They must not come "Bu.t they are coming, and they are not a da y' s journey behind me. "Then they are doomed." "I hope not, sincerely. "Who are you an y way? ' Onl y a guide and a scout, the one who is leading the train of settlers to this fair land. "Then y ou kad them to their death." I trust su c h will n o t b e the ca s e ; but th e y seek homes here, a nd e nga ge d m e t o gu i d e the m back on the trail. The w a t er wa s n ot th e best w h e r e th ey had settled, and co nclu de d to pu s h o n so I came on ahead to seek a b etter p la ce of se ttlei11ent. I had found it in this valley, a nd wat j u st a dm iring i ts b e au ty, whe n you ca m e s o sud denl y u p o n me, for I h ad n ot beli eved t h er e was a human being w ithi n ma ny, m a n y miles of m e.'' I Itomorrow and give them your warning. It will remaih for them to say what they will do." "They will say come, and they are lost. I have w arned you-I can do no more. Good-by," and the man wheeled ; suddenly and walked away, unheeding the call of the one 'he had warned to return and tell him more. The one he had warned was Buffalo Bill. He had stuck faithfully to his trail until he reached the appointecj. meeting-place with the one whom he had gone i:.o serve Lawrence Seco r, and been welc o med with: "I knew you would com e Buffalo Bill and, with your aid, I can clear m y name of the stain of dis honor now upon it .' And your man ?" "I know where he is, and I a plan o f action to to you .'' A few days later an emigrant train pulled out for the Valley of Doom, and Buffalo Bill was the chief guide of the outfit. CHAPTER XVIII. BUFFALO BILL'S DE A D LINE. Buffalo Bill true to his word, had gone back and met 1 the wagon train of settlers, and t o ld them just what th e old settler had sai d He made known his warning and the story o f th e mas sa:cre, and a:dvised them not to pu s h any nearer the Indian country But they, having heard from him that the valle y w a s a very beautiful one, with a winding stream throu g h th e center finely timbered and with most fertile land, much of whi c h had alread y been cleared and till e d decid e d t o go and s ettle there. You say t hat the doomed settlem e n t num be r e d s i xty s ouls, Buffalo Bill, a nd we are a h un d r ed an d fifty, so th at we a r e m uch stro n g er and, h avi n g been wa rn e d wili b u i l d a fort an d b e o n t he ale rt ," s a i
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THE BUF FALO BU:.L STORIES. and with half a dozen horsemen to select a camping-place anYere gaining up o n her, and then he fel called upon to act. The odds were all against him, but he was not the ma to .wunt odd s when any one needed his aid, and especiall whe n that one was a young girl, half Indian tho ugh s h appeared to be. Hav ing made up his mind to act, Buffalo Bill quick! stepped out of his place of hiding. Hardly had he done so, when the fugitive girl beheld him, and, with a cry of joy, bounded across a ravine t 9 him. I Another moment and the young girl dropped upon her knees before him with the cry: "Save me! Save me!" "I will save you," was the determined reply of Buffalo Bill, as he leveled his revolver at the Indian chief and his braves bringing them to a sudden halt by his bold act and unexpected appearance upon the scene. Buffalo Bill stood at bay confronting the redskins. But he did not fire, and for good reasons. , He stood ready to kill, yet would not kill unless forced ;to do so. A man of the plains, an army scout, no mart knew better than he that i n a half-patched-up truce between the In-

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' THE BUFFALO BILL STORIESo 5 dians and whites, the death of one redskin would bring on a deadly war. And so he waited, yet read y to act CHAPTER XIX. THE SECOND MEETIKG. It was a thrilling scene there in that wild canon \vhen the young girl knel't at the feet of Buffalo Bill, her ha nds uprais ed plead ingly, her eyes riveted upon his hand some, stem face, as he confronted the chief and his braves. That the Indians were amaz e d 1 a nd startled there was no doubt, for tl:.ey had come to a sudden standstill, the chief grasping his warclub, yet stand ing u pright and de fiant before the young guide and scout. A short distance up the canon were the four warriors, one of them armed with a rifle the others with their warclubs onl y, for in the chase afte;the fugi1t ive girl they had thrown a side their weapons it appeared. "You are no Indian gi rl. " -o, I am a paleface, but m y fath e r is chief of the tribe. He h ates his people and you will not ; be safe if h e sees J10U, so yo u must go, though I love the pale faces. "And who were those Indians that tvere your foes?" ''The bad chief, Black Heart, and his braves, who 1 sought to carry me 16ff and make me his wife. You have killed him and his warriors will track you down, so go at once and never enter these mountains again." "Why n ot?" "Oh I can not tell you why, but you must go n ow." "\.Vhy will yo u not go with me to those who will care for you?'.' "Ko no! I must stay wit h m y father. Go now, for I d are nat remain here l onge r-goodby ,' and she bounded away lik e a deer across the canon and disappeared in the dista nce "Well, who anc1 what is that strange girl ? How Buffalo Bill was th ere t o fight, if forced to do so in beautiful she is in face and form, and as innocent-faced defending o n e so piteously pleading to him to save her, as an ange l yet a dweller among savages I must see and vvhile one revolver covered the broa'cl, red breast of the chief, the other was turned upon his braves. "Back, or I fire! I will not let you lay a hand upon thi s young .girl!" he cried, stern ly, in the Indinn tongue. But, even as h e spoke one of the braves who was armed, threw his rifl e to his shoulde r and pulled the trigger. The bullet clipped the shoulder of the scout, and at once his revolve r answered th e s hot and the brave dropped dead in his track s just as the hief rushed up o n him with his club But a seco nd time the revolver fl.ashed, and the chief staggered forward and fell at his s l ayer's f ee t, w hil e the other three braves darted away in rapid flight. "Oh sir, you are alone here and they will bring others to kill you, so fly for your life!" t h e girl. "And leave yo u here t o your fate? O h no! I will never do that." "But I can return to my people, to m y father who 1s chief of the tribe." her again, and know more of her; but now I must get o ut of here, that is certain, for this is no safe place for a white man a11d those two dead Indians lying there With this Buffa l'O Bill at o n ce walked rapidl y away down the canon, the way he had co me. He had just reached the place where it entered the range, when h e came 'S'uddenly up o n the old white hunter whom he had seen two days before. He appeared to know of hi s being m the canon, and was apparently awaiting his r eturn. The hunter stodd leaning up on his rifle, and said, as Buffalo Bill ap proached him : "You heed ed not my wammg, I see." I told tho se who m I guided h ere just what yo u said to me and warned them not to come; to' h eed you-r warning. "And the y heeded not my warni11'g?" "They concluded to take all chances." "Then their doom i s sealed."

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6 THE BUFF ALO Bl LL STORIES. "I hope not, most sincerely." "I know so, for I have had bitter, cruel reason to know, ancl now wa-rn others in vain." ''We will be on the alert for, da nger, a:ndi I have prom ised to remain with them some months as a scout, and I wish you would aid me." "No, I will do nothing more." "You will surely visit the settlement, for your ad'Vice will be worth much to us all." "No, my advice was unheeded, and I can do no more. But I heard shots up the canon." "Yes, I rescued a young girl from redskins who were in pursuit of her." "A young girl?" asked the old man, quickly. "Yes, a white girl." "Where is she?" "'Gone back to her people, for she left me, after also warning me away." "Then obey her warning and mine," and without another word the old hunter threw his rifle across his shoulder and walked rapidly away up the canon, the scout gazing after him, much impressed by his words and ma-nner. CHAPTER XX. THE GHOST RIDE. The spot select ed by the advance guard of the emigrant train for a fort was an excellent position upon a hill, which commanded a fine view of the v alley, for William Cody noted well its good defensive points. Ther e was a valley in the rear of the hill, where the and cattle could be sheltered while feeding, and H led to the banks of a small and clear stream. Timber was plentiful near by, and when the train came up the men set to work at once cutting logs andi building the fort. Buffalo Bill had told of his adventure in the canon, and that night all were on the watch for an attack by the Indians. tlltt d : a y da\rned and no alarm ila r i o ccurre d, sv that they began to hope that there would be no attack, and the wagons were in position as they arrived, and a pal"ty detailed as !iOOUts to be on the alert for cl. anger. Days and the emigrants left to Buffalo Bill the duty of scouting for redskins and hunting for game, while they worked, and as no Indi ans had been seen by their scout-guard, the people began to feel comparatively safe. The fort had! been finished, and. then the famil-ies, having selected their land'S, began to cut timber and erect strong and comfortable cabins, in which they could re sist an attack if need be. But each night they would all go to the fort to sleep for safety, as Buffalo Bill urged that it should be so, an
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THE BUfff\LO BILL STORIES. 7 following morning, to find them but heaps of ashes; all had been burned to the ground. . But theY. were plucky men, and they at once set to work more_ timber fiauling it to the same spots where their cabins ha
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8 THE BU'ff}\LO BI L L 5 TORIES. "Y l':S, tjieir houses were burned down in a night, just when Jhey were completed:" "And will be again and again, while if they do not heed the warning that they a r e not wanted he re, then their lives will be sacrificed." "They have decided to take all chances." "They are fools." "Well, call them what you may, they have come here to remain But now tell me of this white rider whom you call a ghost." "There is no more to tell than that when you saw the spectre you were' going directly into an ambush of Indians, a n d had you not pursued her, you woul-d now have been a dead man." "A!1 hen your ghost was my good angeL" "Yes." "Whose ghost is it?" asked the scout, entering into the humor of the olCI man "Well, it is t h e ghost of a young girl who was captured by the Indians and died in their village." "A sad fate." "She was to be the wife of a great cl1ief, btit she took her own life rather than become the bride of ;:.. ioe to her race.'' "P0or girl; but she acted wisely." "Shf.'! was buried with great ceremony 111 this cafion, for the Indians respect one who commits and ever since then these mountain trail; have been haunteJ by her, mounted upon her snow-white horsei which she killed just before ending her own life." "The horse is a ghost aiso, then?" "Yes, for did you not notice that there was no sound of hoof falls?" .. "I did observe that the horse ran very silently "Yes, hors e a n d ri der are spectres." "An d y o u say s he l ed me a way from d an g e r ?" "Yes, as she has others." "Ineiee
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THE .BU ff l\LO BILL STORIES. 9 These 9.lte sti o ns the sc o ut could n o t answer to his own sati sfa c t ion, but h e made up hi s mind that h e would solve the m y s te r y hanging over the w hite maiden he haq seen, and the one kn o wn as the of Golden Gulch. "There is ano th e r m y st e ry, too, for me to fathom, and that is all ab out thi s old hunter. He certainly has a )Jome about th ese mountains and it is strange that he wai:ns me of a d a nger that he must dail y fac e himself. "I will devote myself to the solution of what now ap pear s s o strange a nd unacc o untable to me," mu.ttered Bu, ffalo Bill, as he rode slowly back to the camp of the settlers. The next day he gav e certain orders to his band of young rangers to which they w!!re t o strictly adhere, and then he p;;epared for his journey into the m o untains upon a seout, and alone. Be mounte d his hor se, and had equipped himself for a week's stay if necessar y for solve the mystery he would. He made his way to the canon, known as the Golden Gulch, and halted there for nightfall. The m oon rose with the going down of the sun, and lighted by its rays, he mad e his way o n into the canon, going sl o wly along with the gre atest caution for well he knew the danger he was facing He passed the spot where he had seen the ghostly and white hors e the night befor e and rode on up the canon, which penetrated further into the mountains, and to the very heart of the Indian country. Suddenl y there a.ppearevheelin.g qui c kly to the left both steed and rider disapp e ared fro m sight with a sudde nness tha,t was startling, and did indee d appear to give the idea that theiY were apparitions. But the scout held o n with the same speed, a nd, coming to the spot where th e white horse and weird rider had disappeared, he saw a narrow canon p e netrating the wall of The moon's light did not penetrate there ; for all was darkness before him. But Buffalo Bill merel y drew his horse down to a slower wee, and rode boldly on into the canon. He followed its windings for half a mile or more-when once more he caught sight of the whire h o rse and rider in the moonlig'ht aheaq and he spurred quickly for ward, to strddenly feel his horse stumble, and then go heavily down among the rocks. Unable to s ave himself, Buffalo Bill fell heavily, and lay motionless, either stunned or killed by the fall. His horse arose after an effort neighed wildly, and then ran rapid : ly on through the canon, leaving his rider still as death where he had fallen. Thus the moments glided away until half an hour had ipaStsed, and hoof falls we,re heard approaching. Then appeared in sight a young girl, leading the scout's horse Quickly she kn e lt by the side of the prostrate form, her hands rested upon his head, his pulse and she said quickly: "No! no! he is not. dead. I must save him." He seemed to hear her voice, for he moved, and : afl:er a great effort sat up though the act wrung from him a groan of anguish .... The moonlight' fell upon the form kneeling by his side, and he faintly: "You are. the girl I rescued from the redskins?" and it i s my now -to return the favor C cnnc, y9ll are badly hurt; but if you cafi met.mt your horse with my help, I will take you where you cari be cared for."

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10 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. '\Vhere ?" "To my home. Come I" It was with the greatest difficulty that he was ab l e to mount his horse, but at last it was accompUshed, and the young girl, taking the bridle led the ho,i:se on through the canon, and for a couple of miles further mountains. At last she stopped, to the surprise of Buffalo Bill, at a stoutly-built cabin, and, aiding hii;n to dismount, she helped him into the hut, and made him lie down upon a bed of buffalo and bear robes there, while she threw wood upon the fire burning upon the The w ood b l azed up brightly, while the scout, suffering intensely, dropped his length upon the bed robes, completely prostrated, and unable almost to move, for he was severely hurt by his fal_l wi. th his horse. Just then a heavy step was heard without, and the young girl her rifle and. stepped the scout and the door. HardJy done so when the door was opened, and. a white e!1tered, and with a luok of the mQst savage ferqcity upon his evi l coul1'tenance. He glared first at the girl, and then at the form of the scout, and his whole look and manner indi-'.. . cated savage hostility. CHAPTER XXIII. THE RENEGADE LOVER. Had his life depended upon it, Buffalo Bill could not have moved from the bed of robes, where he had half fallen upon entering the cabin. His fall with h .is horse had dis.located one shoulder; he was cut, bruised, and shaken UI? generally, whi l e he suffe r ed in every joint. .. Ther e he lay, utterly helpless, gazing upon the man who had entered the cabin, and whom he saw in a dazed sort of w.ay was a white man, hence he could hardly expect to find in him a foe, in spite of his cruel, evil face. Buffalo Bill beheld a man of stout frame, clad in a b u ckskin coat, corduroy heavy boots, and a fox skin hat. His hair was unkempt, his beard grizzly, and his face one that ,showed the vjllain in every feature. The carried a long rifl e a11d a revolver, ar1d stood gazing first at the girl and Hi.en at the scout. "Who b e that dandy, fer he do be dressed as fine as a deacon in his Sunday clothes?" grunted the man, gazing at Buffalo Bill, and alluding to the style of dres s ':"hich the scout wore, for he always dressed well, in an attrac tive border attire. "This gentlen:iai; is one whom I found injured and s u ffering in the canon, Si Kent, and brought to my home to prevent his killed by the redskins," answered the young girl, in ii. tone that was defiant, as was ,her look \vhen she met the gaze <;,if the intruder, while she s till held her rifle in her hand. It w a s the same beautifl.ll girl whom Buffalo Bill had resc u ed, as the reader is aware, only now she was dress ed somewhat differently, for she wore a longer ski r t, hand somely embroidered, and in her hair \yere a n umber of gorgeously-dyed feathers . "If he's so bad off I'd better put a bullet inter h i th, and take him outer his mis'ry," growled Si 'Kent, and. he raised h i s rifle as though to ca.rry out his diabolical thr eat. But q u ick as a flash the of the young girl covered the man, and her vokt; rang with anger as she cried: ''If you dare such a crel, murderous deed as you threaten, Si Kent, I will send a bullet through your . cowardly heart." The rr{an dropPcd his rifle quickly, for he saw that the girl me.ant just what she said, and he kneyv hei;. Then he said, as though. to turn the "Don't be a fool, Golden .Hair, for you know I was joking; but let me tell yer square, while his here, that I don't want no nonsense atween you and thet stranger, for you is promised ter be my wife, and it's got ter be, so don't yer fergit it'." "You have my father's promise that I shall marry you,

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 11 Si Kent, and if I cannot escape from a fate so cruel I s uppose t hat at the end of the year I will hav e to submit. ''Bu t this stranger saved me when Black Heart and his braves sought to kidnap me and bear m e a w a y and I am glad to h e lp him in return. He was riding thrnugh the canon, and his horse f e ll among the rocks with him, and he may be fatally hurt, but I h o pe not." "An d I hope he is." ''Then t here is no need to ask y o u t o s e e how badl y he i s lrnr t, a s you \vould not help hi m if y o u could." "Yer i s right thar, girl." "\iVhe re is my fa ther?" 'He" s a c omin', I guesses, fer he wa s ab out leaving the villag e when I c o m e awa y I'll d ro p round agin ter see how ther dandy gits al ong, and the mom ent he is able te r walk I'll e scort him ac ross the Dead Line, and tell him it will b e his sartin death to ever come this way a gin. ' You will do nothing of the kind, for I will go witji him to the Dead Line, and tell him of his danger here." "Don't tell him nothin else gal, mind yer." I am no traitress to my father, if he is a renegade "But yer might be ter y er lover, who is me, Golden Hair," and with this the e v il-faced man left the cabin, while Golden Hair gave a sigh of relief at his going and again turned to note the effect of his visit upon Buf falo Bill. CHAPTER XXIV. THE RE N EGADE S DAUGHTEl.I.. When Si Kent had left the cabin, Golden Hair went to the door and listened, .as though she expected he would still remain outside. But she heard his footfalls retreating, and then she put more wood upon the fire got a wooden basin of water ei:Jd went to the side of the scout I have to thank you for saving 111y life "Don' t talk of thanks now, onl y tell me where you are hurt." "My left s h o ulde r i s out of place an d I am g e nerally bruised up; b u t if you could aid me to m y norse i migh t get back to camp." You would lose your scalp before y o u h a d g one a mile, for you are in the Indian country her e, wher e I warned you not to come." "I was trailing a ghost he said, with a faint smil e A ghost?" Yes one known as the Ghost Guide of Golden Gulch. "I have heard of her," she said, thoughtfully. "Have you seen her?" "Yes. '"Who is she?" "No one appears to know; but she guides palefac e s .awa y from danger, when she can do so, it is said." "Anc!J who are you?'. Golden Hair." "That is the name the Indians gave you?" Yes "Th9.t does not ans wer my question though. " I am the daughter of a man who is known as Red Hand the Renegade, and who is the white chief of the Indian tribe who dwell in these mountains," and a look of intense sadness passed over the face of the beautiful young girl. "I cannot believ e that y ou are the daughter of such a man, for I have heard of Red Hand the Renegade and white chief, as one who lives among the Indians, his own people, and seeks to harm them whenever it i s in his power." "Alas he d:oes; yet I am his daughter: and were it not that you saved me from Black Heart, I would not have dared bring you here, for he would kill you. As it is, he will be very angry with me." She had hardly uttered the words when a step came upon the doorsill, and into the cabin strode a tall man with iron gray hair and: beard dtessed in buckskin He did not see the prostrate form of the scout upon robes and st o od full m the gl-are of the firelight while the young girl said: "Father, do n ot be angry wi t h me, but I founc! th i s

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12 THE BU ff ALO BILL S T O Rlr: S. stranger severely hurt, by the falling of his horse, and The renegade chief did prove himself a good surgeon, brought him here to aid him." for, with the aid of Golden Hair, he replaced the arm of One glance, ai1d with an angry exclamation the man Buffalo Bill in its socket and dressed his other injuries, sprang towards the scout, at the same time whipping out after which he was allowed to go to sleep._ his knife Buffa l o Bill did not move, did not flinch, and t h ere is no doubt that the renegade would have buried the knife in hi s heart had not Golden Hair grasped his hand and cried1: "Father Father! This is the one who saved me from Black Heart." The knife fell fr.om his grasp, and stttck quivering in the floor, wh ile Buffalo Bill said: "You are the hunter whom I n1et, and yo u a r e the renegade white chief of the India ns as well." "Yes, I am the man whom you met, and whose warning you wou\d not heed. You came into these mountains, and even my influence cannot save you from the redskins now; but I cannot kill you; no, no, I cannot; but they wi l l." "No, father, for they know not of his presence here; only Si Kent knows." "Si Kent knows, girl, and did not kill him?" said the old man, with evident surprise that his fellow renegade should have shown any mercy to the scout. "Oh! he would have done so, of course, only he knew that I would kill h i m if he attempted it. I told him so." ''You threatened h im?" "I did, and shou l d have kept my threat," was the deter mined response. "Don't go too fa1' with Si Kent, girl." "I do not fear him; but come, father, :you were a physi cian long ago, you told me, so please help this poor man, as I would not be here now but for him, and you say you love me "Do you doubt it, girl ? Come, I'll do what I can for him; but his life is worth but little, now that he has crossed the dead line into mountains," and the renegade set to work to see just how severely Buffalo Bi.ll was hurt. CHAPTER XXV. THE ESC.\PE. Buffalo Bill awoke in the morning feeling much better, but very sore, and found that Golden Hair had prep:ired a good breakfas t for him of antelope steak, hoecake, and coffee. The renegade ch i ef had gone up to the village of the Indians, many miles distant, for he lived apart from them with his daughter. Gold:en Hair to l d Buffalo Bifl that her father had promised her that he w o uld pmtect him, and she hoped he would do so, but she added : "Now, I am glad to see you m much better this morning, and I believe, as you say, you are able to go back to yo u r people; but let me ask you to pretend to be utterly helpless for some days, for I am sure Si Kent and my father are plotting some mischief, an
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THE BUF fi\LO BILL STORIES. 13 "You can do them no giood after my warning." w ay to a little valley not far away, which she had directed "Well, I can make my way around the range and join him to. hem." There he foul'l
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.. 1 4 THE BUF F A L O B I L L STORIES macLe u p his mind that if she did not come soon he w'Ol1ld go back to the settlement in Doom Valley, se e hi s fri e nd1s there, and try to meet her again for h e was d eterm in ed to rescue her from her cruel fate. B uffalo Dill 'had notic ed that he was an object of i n terest to severa l persons ab o ut Santa Fe, two of whom appeared to avoid him, though at the same t ime appa rent l y watching him. I t seemed to him that he had met one o f them before, but he could not place where or when In his rides out of the town, in the h ope of meeting Go ld e n Hair, he \ \'as wont to turn back eac h da y up on reaching an old ruin, which had o n ce been a Spani s h Miss.ion. O ne da y jus t as he had turne d his horse in the trail which ran close t o the ruined Missi o n, a 'ma.n's head and s hould ers appeare d s u ddenly o ver the top of the wall, a flash and report follow e d, and Buffalo Bill d 1 ropped from his horse. There was a yell of delight as the man disappeared o ver the wall and a few minutes after he came cau tiously around the ruin into the trail. He stood a moment watching the motionless form of his and then advanced quickly toward him. "N'Ow for a rich haul for he has money in plenty, I well know ," said the s upposed Mexican, speaking in per fect English. As he uttered the words he bent o ver the scout and thrust his hands into the inner pockets of his jacket. But as he did so the arms of Buffu.lo Bill flew up and he was seized in a grasp of iron while he was dragged to the ground, and found himself beneath the agile form of the scout, o ne of whose handis were upon his throat, the other leveling a revolver at his head. The .assassin uttered a sta rtled cry at finding himself entrapped, and struggled violently, but he was like a child in the pow erfol grasp of the scout, who hissed out: "I know your face now only too \Vell, Wirt Weldron1 I have you at my mercy. I ":dercy, sefio r Do n ot kill m e," g a peel the terrified man "Yet you sought -to kill me!" ''I did n o t kno w you scfio;-. I th ought--" "Silence l Y o u did know me, and plotted to kill and rob me. See, your bullet very nearly did fatal work, fo r i t glanced alon g my temple ai1J m ome ntaril y st unned me. "I expecte d you would come to fini s h your w o rk, and waited and caught you. And so w e meet again, after long yea rs, and this time in Mexi co 'Well, I shall ret urn with yo n t o Santa Fe, and if they do n ot hang yo u when the)'\ hear my stor y I w ill be ve r y muc h mistaken. Now, h old ou t your h ands, that I may ma ke yo u sec ur e with my lasso, for I do n o t int e nd that you shall escap e me." Buffal o B ill was more t han plea sed a t his capture, for Wirt Weldon w 1 as the very man h e had g o ne t o Mexico to seek, the one wh o had made his friend, Lau rence Secor, a fugitiv e from the law accused of a rob bery of which he was innocent. Buffalo Bill as ha s been seen quickly the appeal o f his friend Secor to aid him hunt d:own Wirt Weldon, wh o se crimes had aJ.so made him a fugitive from j ustice. It was t o find the man that Buffalo Bill had j o ined the emigrant train as guide and scout, expecting to thus reach the country where Wirt Weldo n was known to be. And, thus, through g oing to Sa111ta Fe to await the coming o f Golden Hair, Buffalo Bill had found the man he sought, and found him a would-be a ss assin. CHAPTER XXVII. THE CONFESSION. Wirt Weldon the clerk whose thieving acts with a companion had been laid upon Laurence Secor, was quickly and securely bound b y the man who had started upon his trail. "Now I will take yo u to Santa Fe and place you in prison there, if I can do so without your being taken

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I THE BU ff f\.LO BBLL STORIES. from me and hanged, when the men learn that you sought re sult was that he made a clean breast of it to his sister. to kill and rob me," said B u ffalo Bill, and his face showed He knew her pride in her name, and that she would sac that he was in deadly earnest, for there came over him rifi.ce her l ove for she did love Lawrenoe Secor, but the m e mory of how his lif e had be e n attempted by the w o uld give him up t o save her brother. She therefore now in h i s power. e nt ered into the plot to send him away. "For Heaven's sake d o not take me to Santa Fe, for "And Lulu Duffingwell knew all this whe n she went to t hey will hang me. Spare m y life and I will confess Secor and promised to marry him if h e would do certain everything, Buffalo Bill Yes, J will tell the whole story things she ?" sternly said Buffalo Bill. of my guilt, for I feel sure that Secor put you on my "She hoped her brothe r 'would allow him to go unsu s t rack, that you came here to find me." "It i s what I intend that yo u shall do, Wirt vv eldon. Confess all, for you drove Laure nce Secor away by your cruel cha r ges, as he dared not go back after he dis covered that he was looked upon as a thief, when he knew that you were the guilty one .. " I know that well, sir." .. "Now tell you r story, and do not forget that I have a memory that will be:! able to correct you when you are \\trong." I will tell the truth now." "I am read y to hear all that you have to say." "You will unbind my h&hds, for this lasso cuts." -, "N-0, I will not unbind you, and if it does hurt you it is ()nly a little physical pain, while you have made Secor suffer agony untolcL, mentally, so now to your con-fes sion, Weldon." .. "It was LeoJ1ard Duffingwell d id.it all.'' "The. banker ;s so n was guilty?" "Yes, he came to me and told me that I bad the chance to rob the firm of certain money, and he would help .. me out if I got into a scrape . He knew that I had overdrawn my salary, and needed mone y greatly, and I knew that he owed large gambling debts So I did as he di rected, and we squared our debts, but on l y for the tiine being, a s sec urin g money so readil y I kept up my thieving acts, knowing they would not be discovered until the ac counts were closed at th e end of the year. I at last saw tha t Secor s u specte d something was wrong, and intended tc;> overhat'.1 th e books, and in alarm I reported the fact to L eonard Duffingwell. Then he began to plot, and the pected, but she was weak and took the chances of the guilt being fastened upon him. l She loved him, yes; but was proud, ambitious, and would sacrifice her happiness for money. "Go on with story." "So he left, and Leonard Duffingwell and myse lf fas tened the blame upon him.'.' "I understand that now ." "He, was looked upqn as g uilt y one, and, it being supposed that I was the one who found hi;n out, I was promoted to his position. I found that I was at once at the mercy of Leonard Duffingwell, for he took what money he pleased, and left me to doctor the books . I also l oved Miss Duffingwell, and I foo lish enoug h to believe that, with m y bettered fortunes, I could win her. I f9und very soon that I was treated by her with contempt, ,:vhen at iast her brother's got me into a tight place, I accepted his which were to take five thousand dollars and skip the country. I arranged s o as -to leav e whe n a holiday came upon Saturday, an d so started Friday aft.emoon, which gave me three clays' start of the discovery of my theft, and so I fled, and Le onard Duffingwell escaped through my flight, for I was the thief." CHAPTER XXVIII. A FATAL SHOT. Buffalo Bill had listened to the confession of Wirt Wel don with Uie deepest intere st, and, alter a silence of some minutes, in which his thoughts were busy, he s-aid :

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THE BUFF ALO STORIES. See here, Weld o n I will give y ou a chance for your l ife." "'vVell ?" I wish you 'to go with m e to Santa Fe and before a just ice and witness 1nak e a written confession of your guilt, for one of these days I shall clear the nare of Laurenc e S e c o r of the dishonor cast up o n it by you and this Leonard Duffingwell." "'vV ill you protect me?" "Yes, and I will do more I will con s ider you in my employ paying y ou so much a month, until I can get the pled g e from the proper authorities in Texas, that you can turn State s evidence against Leonard Duffing well." "I'll do it, if I am a s sured I will not go to prison." "I \viii arrange that for you, but I want this written confession from y ou first in <;.ase, qf y our death, for tha t alone will clear Secor." ' I will give it to you, but don t let th e m hang me." "I'll pro. tect y ou, for I'll not r eport your attempt to kill la s t tra il," an d the s c ou t p r e p ared t o fight just as a hor se man rod e in to sight. Leaping u po n his h o r se, Buffalo Bill spurred forw 'artl to m e et the hors e man, wh o m he recognized as R e d Han' d, the renegade white chief. The latter knew the scout, also i'n spite of his changed costume, and it flashed upon him just why Golden Hair had fled from his protection, and he rode forward to meet the young borderman, while he shouted savagely: I know you, Buffalo Bill, and understar.Jd your game to rob me of my child Now, it is your life or mine!" The two were riding rapidly toward each other now, and with the utt e rance of his words, Red Hand began to fire his revolver. His shot brought d o wn Buffalo Bill's horse but the scout alighted on his feet and with a second discharge from the weapon of the renegade, his o wn revolver flash e d. His aim was sure, for the renegade reeled in his saddle, clutched at the air, and fell to the ground just as Bufme, uriless your actions for c e me to do so-ah! s ome falo Bill graspe d the reins of hi \ horse one is this way! Quick! Come into the shelter "Don't fire again, for your o n e shot has b e en fatal. I of this ruin. The scout led his pris o ner t o a place of shelter, and had just done s o when a ho r se and rider dashed into sight. One look, and Buffalo Bill uttered a cry o f mingled Joy and surprise. have got my m o rtal wound," said the renegade, faintly. I never fire upon a man who is clown, Hand, but would rather help you if I can. Let me see if I can do so "No, y our bullet has done its work. \V e il, girl, I am you see?" and the eyes of the renegade turned On came the rider, and sud
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THE BUFFALO BiLL STORl ES. 1 '1 a fte r him,., a n d Buff al o Bill l e ap ed u po n the back of the ren eg a de s ho rse a nd rode ba ck up o n the trail at th e full speed of th e tired animal, leaving the white chi e f al o ne with Golden Hair. .. CHAPTER XXIX. R ED HA N D S S T 0 RY. The renegade watched the departure of the scout for an instant and said : "It is usele s s for him to pursue Si Kent, for he is no foql. He was close behind me when we were in the tim ber, and, se eing me fal'l, he at once fled back to the moun tains, and his horse is a better one than mine. But I have something to say to you, girl." I am sorry to see your suffer, and wish that I could help you. "But you cannot, for I kn o w that I am beyond all human aid. I knew Buffalo Bill when I warned him back from the Dead Line, but he saved my life once, and, though he has forgotten it, I have not, and I would not kill him. Now he has killed me but it is all my fault. . I must talk fast for I have n o t long to live, and now that I am brought face to face with d e ath, I see my crimes in all their blackness See here, girl, in spite of my hatred for you, I have learned to love you, and at times have wished you were my own child, which you are not." I know that I am not." "How do you know it?" "I overheard you tell Si Kent so.'' "Ah! but y o u do not know all, and I will tell you now just who you are " Oh, thank you thank you, for those words. "I wish to tell you that I loved your mother with all ri v al in all that I did, and, driven to frenzy I sought to kill him "I w atc he d my chance, got all ready for my flight, and la y i.n ambush at the country sch qo lhouse which we all attended. He was going to call upon your mother on e afternoon just a few days before th e y wer e to be married, when I s h o t him, as I b e liev e d then, killing him." "Oh h o w cruel!" "Yes it was a cruel deed, as I see it n ow." "But did he die?" "No, but he was badly wound ed, and was found a few minutes after by yo11r mother, who wa riding to mee t him. She rod e rapidly for aid, he was taken to her home! a mile away, and after month s of suffering recovered. " And y ou ?" "Believing that I had killed him,I mad e go o d m y e s cape Well, I went from had to worse, U?til at last I had to fly to the Indian camps for protection. "Your mother married my rival when he recovered, financial reverses came them, an.d they came W to settle They found a home, with others, in what you know as Doom Valle y I one da y went there, and I recognized your father a,nd mother.' You were then a little girl, and your parents' prosperity maddened me. I became a jealous crazed fool once more, and I vowed vengeance. You koow how my fury fell upon all ; I swept down from the with my Indians and wiped out the settlement." "Do not recall it, I beg of you, for now that night of horror comes back to me like a terrible dream," said Gol den Hair, v t ith a "I do not wish to recall it, yet I cannot forget it. Your parents were both slain, hut you I took with me, and m y heart and soul. She was a beautiful girl then, and by kindness tried to win ypur love. Jived near my home in Delaware. But she was a sad flirt, or at least I felt that she had lured me on to loving her, and then cast me off. "It may not h a ve been so, but I thought so then in m y jealous madn e s She m a rri e d th e m a n w ho '.'::J.s o.1y "It was a hard task, but you young then, and in time began to forget and to think that you were my daughter. you see : my hatred for your parents \Vas so intense that I intended to visit it upon y ou, their child ." "Upon me, also?"

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1 8 THE BUFF ALO BRLL STORIES. . "Oh, yes; I inte.ri ded that you s hould become the wife told you that there was a young girl who committed of an Indian chief, and selected Bfack Heart as the one." suicide in the mountains, and that her ghost haunted the "I know, I know !" "But Si Kent had done much to help me, and was, like myself, a renegade, and .. den:anded that I would give you to him. I wn: sented to do so, and then it was, when cafion ?" .. "Yes, I remember that you told me so "Well, it was "Of course, for I never onoe believed m S'O weird a I broke with the chief, .Black Heart, that he sought to story." kidnap you. "But let me make known to you that the was "But the scout, Buffalo Bill, saved you from him, and it Golden Hair here." ended just as I kn .ew that it would, by your falling in 10. ve ... and I cannot l)lame you for he is a hand r -"You, Golden Hair?" "Yes, for he made me do so.'' some, splendid t hear him coming back, "Yes, I made her play ghost to guide away from the ,. and Si Kent has escaped him," and just then Buffalo Bill cafion all settlers who attempted to come through that came out of the timber, riding at a gallop toward the way into the mountains. I now know that Golden Hair ruin, in the shelter of which the dying ren e gade lay. CHAPTER XXX. THE IIBNEGADE0S S ECRET. "Did yoi.1 catcl1 him?" eagerly called out the renegade, as Buffalo Bill rode and dismounted. warned off more than I supposed, for she wis hed to save their lives." 11Yes, I.confess that I did," said the young girl. "But I had a double nio'tive in having Golden Hair. the ghost;" "Yes." "I .. had d iscovere d a in the which I hoped "No, he had too g oo<:l a start, and horse was one day to turn to advantage to myself." about used while I did not wish to : ieave GOlden "A secret?" Hair here long al<;me." "She is saf.e, but I must soon pass in my chips." "Yes, Buffalo Bill; I wished to keep the settlers out, for I knew they would E[Uickly discover my secret, and "Yes, you are dying, and I am sorry there is riot someso I did al1 iri my power to scare them'bff.'' .. thing I can do for you.'' "And you were successful?" "There is nothing. J des.erv:e my fatf, for l have just "Yes, m a measure, thDugh I did not frighten you told Golden Hair the story of my evil life, and how I away." sought revenge even against her, from the hatred I felt "I wished to find out the position of the Indian vi!against her pal'ents. She will all to you, but let me make known to you that her naiT).e is Helen Truett, and that her kinsfolk can be found near Dover, Delaware. "But let me atone all ih my power toward her for the cruel _.wrong oone her by telling you a secret which will you her. You are that !age,. that I might one d;iy guide a force of soldiers I against you, and avenge the mas sacre of the settleris of Doom Valley," said Buffalo Bill . "Well, they are avenged by my death, for Golden Hair . -.; will tell you so after I am dead: ,;'But .to the secret which I hold""

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 19 "Yes." Bill and the young girl bending over him, his spirit took I had discovered that there was gold in the gulch." i ts flight from the b ody and the renegade white chief was "Gold?" dead. "Yes, and m large quantities." "This i s indeed a secret worth knowing.'' CHAPTER XXXI. "Yes, and it is a sec ret which I make known to you, GOLDEN HAIR'S WARNING. Buffalo Bill, at h ose hands I die." It was a strange scene, tihere in the shadow of that "It was the fort unes of war that you fell and I esol d ruin to see th, scout and the young girl bending over caped." th e form of Red Han
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