Buffalo Bill's victories. Chapters 109-118

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A 'WEEKLY PUBLICATlON DE-VOTED TO BORDER Hl'5TORY i ssu e d Weekly. By S ubsc rij>tio1l $25 0 per yea r. E11tned as Sec"nd Clas s 111.1tte r a t N e w Y ork P os t Office by STREET & SMITH, 238 William St .. N. Y No. 28. Price, Fiv e C ents, "HAVE NO FEAR, MISS, WHIRLWIND WILL STEADILY DROP THEM BEHIND, AND NOT FEEL HIS DOUBLE LO.A.D," SAID BUFFALO BILL, WITH CONFIDENCE.-(CHAPTF.R CXVII.)

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bNted Weekly. By Sub scriptitm $2.Jo />er year. Entered as Second Class Matter at tlu N. Y. Post by STREET & SMITH, 238 William St., N. Y. Entered accordinK to Act of Cong"ress in tk year 1901, in 1114 Of/ice of the Librarian of C,,,.g>ess, Washington. D C. No. 28. NEW YORK, November 23, 1901. Five Cents. BUff ALO BILL'S VICTO lt:S. By author of "BUFFALO BILL." CHAPTER crx. THE ALARM. In the shelter of a clump of t i mber, located like a solitary island of the sea, for it was surrounded b)r a vast spreading plain in the land of the far West, a group of bordermen were sitting about a campfire. Smoking after the evenmg meal, and spinning campfire yarns, they appeared mindful of dan ger until one of their number suddenly sprang to his feet and with a few bounds reached his horse, saddled and feeding near, and shot ont from the timber at full speed. "In Heaven's name! Is the ma n mad?,, cried one of the number, lea ping to his feet. "No, pard, Buffalo Bill hain't mad, but somethin' has told him of danger we didn't see nor hear." "Better get ready fer business, I tell you," an swered Little Yankee, one of the nnm ber, gazing after the flying horseman, while, aroused b y his words, a number of men sprang up from their blaukets and turned their eyes out across the moonlit prairie. "I'll follow Buffalo Bill, for he shall play no lone hand in a game of dan g er, if I can help it, 11 cried Reckless Bob, an old plainsman, while another, known as Bowie Dave, called out: "And I'm yer partner, Bob, fer Buffalo Bill is ther boss o' this sunset land, and wonld risk his scalp any time fer a comrade." A chorus of voices showed that Bowie Dave had uttered the sentiments of all, while ioud rang out from Little Yankee the cry: "Great God! look yonder!" All eyes turned in the directiou in which his hand was pointing, and in a chorus of voices came the words: "The Prai"rie Ghost! the Prairie Ghost!"

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THE Every eye was riYettcl 11pou the strai1ge1 weird, spectre-like forms of a horse and rider, and which was first seen by Buffalo Bill, who had at once started in chase. 'l'he moonlight revealed far out 11po11 the prairie a white horse with what appeared to be a shrouded rider, so ghastly-lookiug as to indeed seem to be not of life, but of ghostly creatio11. "It's ther Prairie Ghost, an
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THE BU ff ALO B!lL STORnES. 3 there in the timber i sland as superstitious as sa i lors, would not go in chase of what they deemed a spook Reckless Bob, ou t his name w o n for utter r ecklessness, the sole exception. When Buffa lo Bill went lie f elt that lie c ou l d fol low, especially as th2 daring scout might need aid even though the Prairie Ghost tippeared to be of a spooky character. At th_e full speed of his horse, therefore Reckless Bob pursued the scout, who, in turn, was ridi11g desperntely J1ard to overtake tl1 e weird steed and rider of which h e was in chase CHAPTER ex. THE "PRAIRIE GHOS'r." "Come, Redskin, yo n must mend your pace or yonder fleet animal will ruu you out of sight," cried Buffalo Bill, the Prairie P i lo t and encouraged by his master's voice, the nobl e steed bounded forward with renewed exertion, and steadily began to gain upon the spook-like horse and rider. Presently the white form turned and glanc ed behind, as though hearing the nearer approach of the purs uer, and at once a ghostly-looking arm was seen to rise and fall in quick succession se v eral times, and the sound of a sharp b low each time reached the ears of the scou t who exclaimed: "Redskin, you are driving the phantom hard. On, on, old fellow, and we will soive the mystery!" vVith tremulous exertions, both steeds then rushed on, at an almost incredible pace, and Reckless Rob, nearly a mile iu their rear, felt that he was being dis tanced, although his horse was remarkabl y swift and possessed bottom. In vain did the flying, snow-white steed strain every muscle Shfl r p and quick fell the b l ows o f the whip t o urge h i m on; bu t to n o a vail, for Redskin' s blood was up, a n d the cruel spur w a s kept constantly urging him on. T ile scout felt tl1at the game was in his own hands, and a gleam of p l easure flashed in his dark eyes, for he felt that he was about to solve the mystery of that so-called spectre horse and ride r which, for three years had eluded all pursuit and had become a terror upon the prairies. Who or what it could be, none kuew; bnt certain it was that when a party of scouts or hunte,s, a wago n train or settlement on the border, beheld the weird horse and rider, ruin and bloodshed were sure to follow, until the apparition had been called tile Ghost-Shadower, ever dodging the steps of t hose where booty WllS to be gaiued. Regarding the strange steed and rider, Buffalo Bill had had his own views, which he kept to himself, and tw i ce before he had seen and chased the apparition b u t without result in his fav o r as he was not mouu ted upon his matchless Redskin, the fleetest steed on the plains. Now it was different, for his horse was in superb condition, and he determined to ove rtake the fugitive if he drove h i s own uoble animal to death. True, he could have ended the chase sooner, per haps, by resorting to his rifle; but he would not fire U]JOn a woman. No, 1 1 e must depe11d upou Redskin. And nobly did the fleet animal r espoud to his master's urging, and foot by foot drew nearer the chase, until only a score of lengths separate d th e m. Then, sudden1y, the white s t eed wen t dow n and his rider was thrown thirty fee t in fron t and l ay white and motionless, as though dead, whil e the animal sprang nimbly_ to his feet, unhurt by h i s fall o n the soft prairie sward. With an iron ba n d Bu ffal o B ill drew Redskin back u pon hi s haunches, and, spri n gi11g to t he ground, rushed to the s i d e o f the fa llen rider. "Yes, it i s a woman-nay a mere g i rl. I hope she

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIESo i s not dead," he cri ed, earnestl y at the s ame time l aying his hand pver her head. "No, she is merely stunned; I can so o11 --1 v e lier," and unslinging his canteen from h i s saddle he b egan to bathe her face and hands, at the same time ga zing in admiration upon her. "How beautiful she i s and s carcely over sixteen! V.' li o can she be?" I n d e ed she was bea u ti fu l with her w ealth of brown hair, and g raceful, d e lic a te form, clad in a robe of pure white, worn loose and flowi11:;, as if the better to k e e p up the w e ird character she pla y ed. T h e face w a s l o vely, bronzed by expo s u re, and her head was encirc !ecl b y a white veil of lightest material. A moment or two the sc out rubbed her hands briskly, a n d bat he d her face; then the eyes slowly o pened and re s ted with a stare upon the man who bent over her. "You Hav e run me down, sir, at. last," she said, 111 a stern voice for a girl, and in a tone of sarcasm. "I regret your fa11, miss. I hope y ou are not hurt." "I was m e rel y stunned-ha! there is Spectre, and unhurt," and rising quick l y, s he ca lled to her s t e ed, which, with a low neigh, trotte d to her side. ".;ently she patted the faithful animal, and t h e n abruptly turning to the man before h e r, she s a id : "Who are you, sir?". "Men call me Buffalo Bill," quiet! y r es pond e d the scout. The g irl started, her face flushed in the bright m oonlight, and her lustrous dark-blue eyes turned full upo n her captor, and there wa s ad mi ra ti o11 in the glance. F rom the hand s ome man before her, the maiden's eyes turne d upon the splendi d animal, quietl y cropping th e short prairie grass, and p atiently awaiting 11is master. A finer steed she never saw, with his lou g gaunt bod y lllt!sc:tllar lim b s glossy red lii de arching n ec k a nd s mail head. Bri ghtly glitte r e d th e mo o u l i g l : t upo n tli e si lve r be s pangled Mexic a n sa dd le and bridle, a11cl th e yotmg girl o bserv e d that the rifle, re v olvers and lrnife of the scout were mou11te d w ith th e s a me pre cious m e tal. Ofte n b e fore she had h e ard o f Buffalo Bill, sh e knew that men c a l l ed him t h e Prairie Pilot, s c o ut, guide and hunter, apd in a n e nc ounte r thos e who knew him shunne d h i m. "I have heard o f t h e m a n they call Prairi e Pilot. I feel my ca p tu r e les s keenly, when I know who it i s that h a s t a k e n me,'' s a i d the y oun g g irl, afte r a quick but car e ful scrutiny of hors e and ri d er. "You are complimentary, miss ; bnt may I as k w h o my fair pris o ner is?'' Like y o urs e lf, I have a 1rnme gi ve n m e on the plain s ; I am called th e Spectre S py." "That I knew. It was to s olve the m ystery of y .our masqu e rade I foll o wed you." "And n o w that y ou ha v e r un me down, wh a t IS your in t e n d on r eg a rd in g me?" "To releas e you, upon one condition--" "And that i s--" "I have noticed that aft er yo u a r e di s c o vered u po n the trail of a train, a band of robb e rs, u nder th e lead of the Rauger Chief, invariab l y makes an atta c k A re y ou th eir spy ? n "Yo u had a c onditio n I b elieve, for m y rel e a se," evasivel y r e plied the girl. '' .. c s ; prom i se m e th a t y ou will not report the train from which I cliased y ou, and you shall go fre e.'' "If I r e fuse to promise-what then?" "I will se e th a t you do not, by retaining you as-a prisoner.'' ''I will promise y ou in go o d faith." "Very well. Can I aid you to mount?" 1

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THE BUFF J\LO BILL STORIES. "No," and with a bound the girl was on the back of her steed, when she continued: "I thank you, Buffalo Bill, and before I go I would give you a word of warning: Keep away from yonder range of hills, for men live there who seek your life.'' "I know it; there dwells the Ranger Chief and his band." "Then heed my warning. Farewell." With a word to her steed, the animal bounded away, heading in the direction of a range of hills, some six miles distant, and behind which the moon was slowly sinking from sight, and leaving the prairie in gloom and darkness, with Buffalo Bill standing erect and motionless, gazing after the rapidly receding form of the weird-lookiug horse and rider. CH .\ PTER cxr. RECKLESS ROD Morning broke over the prairie, the encampment was astir, and Little Yaukee eagerly scanned the landscape for some sign of Bllffalo Bill. evident, for one of the riders, was recognized now by all as Rob, while the other was a much smaller man than the scout, and had a short black beard, while his hands seemed tied behind him, and bis horse was led by the other. A few moments more and the two horsemen darted up and were welcomed with a lond shout, to which Rob responded with a warwhoop that made the echoes ring through the timber. "Well, ole boss, what hev ye to tell us ?11 cried Dave, eagerly. "Considerable, comrades; but, first, take this robber and tie him to yonder tree, until we have time to sit on his case,'' and then clrnuging his manner into the frontier way of speaking which he often used, Rob continued: "Yer see, I follered close onto the trail cf the Spectre and the Pilot-as close as I cud; but the'r hosses fairly flew, an' I was left a long way behind; but I prest the trail hard, and arter an hour came up with traces of a tun1ble, so I got down an' s'arched the ground, and bless yer, I see'd whar the Phantom's boss had pitched into a prairie dog hole and But nothing was visible, far or near, and prepara-tossed bis rider a loug way ahead. tions for breakfast were carried briskly on, for it was "Wall here is whar Buffo lo Bill overhauled the the intention of the traders to push rapidly ahead spectre, for ther' was marks all round, and then the under the guidance of Little Yankee and Bowie trail of the white boss branched off toward the hills, Dave, though they greatly regretted the absence of aud arter considerable trouble I found whar the Pilot. Prairie Pilot and his right-hand mau, Rob. Suddenly Dave uttered a cry of pleasure. and .over a roll of the prairie were visible two horsemen ap proaching the motte at a rapid gallop. Pilot and Rob," cried several voices. "Hold on, fellers; you is only half right. Yes, yonder comes Reckless Rob, but it ain't the Pilot with him, but another feller; an' he's a prizner, too, or my name ain't Sloan." The truth of Yankee's remark was at once had circled round :rnd ag'iu struck the trai]and fol lowed it. "Wall, I prest on, too, an' arter a while the moon went down au' I couldn't see the trail, 'but I went on, an' suddenly beard a pistol shot, an' then another, an' then 011e of the Pilot's warcries. 11Tben, you bet I made ole Iron Heart git over the grass, an1 I was a-d&shin' ter the timber, wlie11 I run inter that thar varmillt ag'in the free. "Wall, we clinched, an' arter a tumble to 'ther

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6 THE BUFF f\LO Bl LL STOR9ES. ground an' a long tussle, I choked him still, an' tied him; then I caught his hoss an' waited fer him to come to his senses. "I hadn't long to wait, an' by some pointed argument with my bowie I got out of ther feller that the Pilot had gone 011 inter the hills, with more company than he wanted jist then. "So I concluded to jest make this feller come back to camp with me, an' when day broke I recognized him as the very devil who kilt Abe Homer two years ago, an' was sentenced to be hung, but got away; but he can't git away now," and Reckless Rob spoke with bitter determination. "Does yer believe the Pilot's passed in his checks, Rob?" asked Little Yankee, very serionsly. "I don't know what to think; but I'm goin' to find out." "How so., pard ?" ''Why, as soon as we try and hang yonder villain you had better press on with the train to the posts. I am going to return to the hills and look up the pilot. I I "It's mighty risky, Rob." "Yes, bnt Buffalo Bi II would do the same for me, or you, or any one in need of help. I'm going, boys, if I go under. '' "Wall, I know yer, Rob, so I won't argue to turn yer back from yer purpus; but I hates to see yer go alone," said Yankee. "_An' so does I, pard," put in Dave. "Anyhow," he continued, "we'll run ther train on to ther'posts, an' ef yer don't put in an appear ance soon arter, we'll return with some boys an' look yer up, or git some ha'r." "Thank you, my friend," replied Rob, again resuming his natural way of speaking; "thank you. Now let us to work and try this fellow, whom I recognize as the murderer of Abe Homer--" "And I know him as one of the band of the Ranger Chief, who two years ago attacked a train I was driving in, and plundered it, after killing a dozen good fellows and wounding me; but I got away from the devils,'' said a tall teamster, approaching, whip in hand. All eyes were at once turned upon the prisoner, whose face was the index of his evil heart, and at once it was decided that he should be hanged, and that immediately. In vain was it that Rob questioned the robber, regarding the fate of Buffalo Bill, and of the where abouts of the band; he would answer n _othing-only begged piteously for his life. But he begged for mercy to those who felt no mercy, for the band of the Ranger Chief had for years been the terror of the border, and they. were determined to make an example of the prisoner then in their power. Amid the piteous cries of the doomed wretch a rope was quick] y thrown over the Jim b of a tree, and the noose fitted around the Iieck of the struggling wretch. "Hoist him up!" was tl;e stern order from Rob, and a dozen men, who held the other end of the rope, qnickly drew him into the air. The end of the rope was then made fast, and quickly the train was in motion, filing out across the prairie, and leaving the timber island alone with its ghastly spectacle. A short distance from the motte Reckless Rob bade his companions farewell, and, amid a shower of good wishes for luck, branched off upon the trail of the Prairie Pilot, Buffalo Bill. CHAPTER CXII. CAPTURED. After a ride of some moments on the trail of the Spectre Spy, Buffalo Rill changed his course, going

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THE BUFFJ\LO BILL STORIES. parallel witl1 the hills for some distance, and riding slowly, while he cautiously scanned the ground by the lingering light of the moon. Then he came to a halt, dismounted and said, in a low tone: "Down, Redskin!" Instantly the intelligent animal dropped upon the ground and lay fl.at upon his side, the scout also throwing himself at full length upon the prairie. Not long had he been in his recnmbent position when there was heard the sound of 1100 strokes, and soon after the white horse and fair rider appeared in sight, riding in an easy canter toward the hills. Without observing the scont and his horse, the maiden pas sed by within thirty yards of them, when a neigh from Spectre caused her to quicken her pace, as though her :flight and capture had made her nervous of danger. Hardly had she been lost sight of in the gloom when a word brought Redskin again upon his feet, and, mounting in haste, be set out 011 the trail of the strange girl. Keeping the white form jnst in sight, and knowing that he was invisible to her, in bis dark clothes, Bnffalo Bill continued on nutil the darkness grew deeper and deeper a s they drew n earer the shadow of the bills which now loom e d boldly np, not half a mile distant., As though perfectly acquainted with the surroundings, the maiden directed her course to the le ft, toward a bold and rugged hill, whic h terminated so abruptly upon the prairie that it formed a cliff. Around the base of this precipitous hiJl the gliostly horse and rider wotwd, and w e re los t to the sight of scout. "It is certain that I cannot follow her further tonight without making my presence known, so I had better go into camp in the foothills until the morn-ing, alld then strike her trail, for I am determined to track out this den of robbers." So saying, the scout rode in under the shadow of the hill, and finding a imitable and secluded gulch in which to camp, he dismounted, and leaving the faithfu 1 Redskin standing patiently awaiting, be moved around cautiously in search of some spot to make his bed. He succeeded in finding a place, and was spreading his blanket when there came a whirr through the air, a blow upon his head and he was hurled backward several pace5, his arms pinioned to his side by the noose of a lasso Though thus taken at a .disadvantage, Buffalo Bill managed to get his hand upon his revolve r, and a tall form, rushing toward him, fell dead, shot through the heart by the scout. But before he could free hi 111self from the noo se, strong as lie was, there flashed forth two shots from the dark underbrush, and the scout staggered back and fell his full length upon tlie ground, while with discordant yells half-a-dozen dark forms bounded out from the covert that had concealed them. Their sudden rnsh startled Redskin, who, doubtless s eeing that he could r ender his master no serdce turned quickly and, with a wild neigh, dashed away in the direction in which l!e had come. Ent the scout had not been killed by the shot, only stunned momentarily by the b:1llet grazing his temple, and as his assailants rushed upon him, they found that the\" had caught a Tartar, and only by their united streugtli, and by a most desperate strug gle, were tliey enabled to securely bind their formidable prisoner. A fire built ill the meantime blazed up brightly, and Buffalo Bill found himself the prisoner of half a score of as hard a looking set of villains as he had ever seen on the border.

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8 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. A closer scrutiny of them, and he knew that he was in the hands of the robber band of the Ranger Chief, and that no mercy would be shown him he well knew, for often had he trailed one of the B andit Brotherhood to his death, and fearlessl y waged war against the bold renegades who spre a d terror along the fronti ('r Presenlty a horseman rode up to the spot, and afte r a f e w words with several of the m e n, dismounted and approached the scout. He was a man of striking appearance, clad in a suit consisting of buckskin leggins, top boots, a military coat, and Mexican sombrero, while he wore a sword, and a p air of revolvers in his belt. His face was a striking one, with its bronzed skin, dark hair and mustache, and bright eyes; though there was a certain bold and reckless look stampe d u pon every feature. His halr was worn lon g, and his mustache w a s curled up at either end, while his whole "make-up w a s that of a border dude. He seemed scarcely more than twenty y ears o f and was well-mounted upon a d ark bay mus t a n g large, wiry and v i cious loo k in g. Buffalo B ill had b e fore s e e n t h e man, a nd i n sev eral engagements h a d en de av or e d to cut sh o r t his career of crime, but S a t a n seem ed to always look after his own, aud the y oung ban dit le a d e r h a d e scaped. In this man the s c out r ec o gn i zed the field ch ief of the bandits, C aptain Rud olph, the l i eute n an t o f the R ange r Chief. ''Are you not the man they call Buffalo Bill? ' aske d Captain Rudolph. "I am; are you not the man they c a ll C apta i n Rudol ph, the mmderer and hor s e thief?" co olly r e p l i e d the scont. "Hold, Sir Scout, or I will cut you down wh e re you stand, angrily cried the young bandit. "Cutting throats is your trade." "Do you dare me, a ud in my pow er, fellow?" "You d a re not unbind me and meet me as man to m a n, a ltho ugh men say y ou a r e no coward," sn e er in g l y returne d the s c o ut. F or an instant1Ca p t a in Rudolph se e med about to strike the scout; b n t t l 1en, a s if ch anging hi s mind, he said, quietl y : "Your pluck will b e t r ied, s ir, ere the Ranger Chief i s done with you. C o me, bo y s ; lead him on t o the stron g ho l d, but b : iudfol d him fir st. I supp ose it wou l d be u sele ss t o a ttempt to c apture hi s h o rse. I w o u l d g i v e a c ool th o u s a u d for tha t animal." ''No, C apta in R u d o l ph there are n o t h o rs e s enoug h in the b a nd to run that st e e d down. S hall we t ak e th e prison e r a t onc e to the c hief?" a s k e d on e o f th e m e n, who se e m e d to be an under offic er. "No; fa l h e r is not a t a ll we ll and I d o no t w i s h to disturb him. Put the pri so ner iu the cliff cave." So say in g C np t a in Rudolph ro d e awa y aud a f e w m o m ents after Buffal o Bill w a s blindfol de d and t h en mo uu ted u p o n a m us t a 11g, a ft e r w Ii ich the part y s e t off o n a t ra il 1 eadi11g s ti ll furth e r into t h e range o f t h e h i lls. The positio n chos e n b y the w a ry ol d ch ief of the ba n d i t s for a s trou g ho ld w a s c e r t a i n ly a d esirabl e on e for i t w a s u nde r t h e shelter of a m o unta i n : rnd u p o n a lev e l p l a i n c o m pris i ng h a lf a h u nd re d ac res From t h is pla i n wh ere w e r e b uilt the l o g hut s o f the bau d, a n arrow a nd s t eep p athway l e d d o w n into a fer ti l e v alley h a lf a mile be l ow w h e r e were h e rded t he h o r ses and ca ttl e st ole n fro m the s ettl e ments a ud w h ich a t a m o m ent's w arning of approa ching d a n g e r, c o u ld be d ri v e n in t o the p ens o n the hill s i de a b o ve T hrou g h the plate n u ran a co nsiderab l e m o un ta in

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THE BUFF J\.LO BILL STORIES. 9 stream, which formed a fall, and plunged into the vall ey b e low, the roar of tbe waters being audible for miles away. The cliff or mountain which prote cted the camp 011 th e north, rose to a height of three hundred feet, and in bygone times s o me c o n v ul s i o n of nature had s p l i t it in twain, l ea vin g a chasm not more than tw enty fee t wid e running b ac k through the hill for half a mile. Large pieces of rock had fallen down into this chasm, and becoming wed g ed there near the bottom, formed a kind of tunnel or cave, which Jed back throug h the hill into t\Je valley bey ond, a nd formed thereby a m eans of escape for the bandits should their camp be attacked and carried. Having no use for this tunnel, unless 111 case of retre at, the bandits had turned the cave into a store house for their plunder, and a prison for their cap tives. Into this place, in one of the small caves, Buffalo Bill was taken, and by the light of a torch he saw that there was a rude cot there, with a blanket upon it. Worn out, he threw himself upon the cot; and after removing his bonds and placing irons upon his feet, which were connected with a chain leading through a fissure in the rocks, his guards left him to his melancholy reflections. CHAPTER CXIII. THE CAPTIVES OF THE RANGER CHIEF. As soon as he was alone Buffalo Bill at set about some plan of escape, but soon realizing that was impossible he gave it up, for the present, and threw himself down to rest. When he awoke it was broad da ylight, and glanc; ing aroun(j. him he at once hi s p e r il ous situation. But he had only a moment for Feflect i on, before a form darkened the entrance to the cavern, and a man stood before him. At a glance the scout saw that he was a German, and his remarkable costume brought a smile to the captive's face, and no wonder, for the soldler, the Indian, the Mexican, -hunter and citizen had contributed to the wardrobe. ''.Vell, vat you laff, mine frint? Ish it so funny to have to die, dot you feel goot ?" "Oh, no, Dutchy; but you have no objection to my smiling, and who could help it, when looking at you?" ''Vell, mine Gott in himmel, vat ish de matter mit mineself
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. ' I 10 THE BUFF J\LO BILL STORIES. The scout suddenly started and seemed all attention, for a strange sound reached his ear, a strange sound for that lonely cavern and bandit camp. The sound was that of voices-not the voices of rude men, but the soft tones of women. A pproachi11g cautiously the crevice through which the s ound came, the scout heard a voice in conversa t i on lie at once r e c ognized as that of the Spectre S py. Listening attentively, he heard lier say: "I think, lady, there is a better chance now of your escape tha n b e for e for though I could have trus t e d Dutch, he is not quick-witted enough for the danger he w o uld have had to meet." "Then y o n have s ome one y o u can trust m o re folly?" a s kecl a sad, sweet voice "Yes, and it i s accident that h e 1s here Had he taken m y w arning he would not u o w have been in h i s pre5 e u t dead] y peril. "He in danger, then?" "Yes, fearful danger, for he is a prisoner, and I kno w that my father wiil have him shot, fo r he has done our band much h arm." "To whom do you refer?" asked the same S\Yeet vo: ce. "To one whom men call Buffalo Bill, the Prairie Pilot, one of the most daring sc outs on the fron tier." "I have h eard of him at the fort, and al s o in the settlement. He ::;eems t o be greatly admired b y the s oldiers and s ettlers and f eared by the Indians and renegades.'' Ye s and they ltave cau s e to f e a r him, for h e is a deadl y fo e Las t 11ight, lady b e capture d me on the prairie, nobly relea se d me, on condition that I would not let the band know whe r e his t rain was. "I promised; h e believed me and let me go! But, although I w arned 11im awai1 fro m these hills he must h ave struc k rny trai l aud follo w ed me, coming right into an ambus h of our m e u, place d as an outer guard. "He was capture d after killing one of our men, aud fighting bravely, and is now a prisoner, confined i n a cave near thi s, awaiting the r ecovery of m y father, the Ranger Chief, who w111 c ertainly condemn him to death." "Poo r m an; how s ince r e l y d o I fe el for hirn." "God bles s her!" ej aculated the scou t and then he continued: "Eavesdroppers do s ometimes h enr good of themsel v es a s w e ll as evil." "Yes but I am determined that he s h a ll n o t die if I cnn help it," resolute l y resp onde d the Spectre Spy. "Yon are a noble g i rl. How I w is!1 I could t a k e yon a w a y fr o111 this awful b a n dit camp." "Lady all I l o ve in tl 1 e world a re h e re. I have no other h o rne than tlle s e wild h ills uo otlier compa1 1 i on!3 titan t h e s e rec kl e s s crncl men a r ound m e and whos e dee d s l l oathe. Did I 110t loathe them, I w o u l d not uow endeavor t o restore y o u to tho se who love y ou ' "I believe yon, kind girl; b11t, my p oo r father, how h e m u s t s tiff e r t o b e in ignorance o f my fa te and ,. believ e me dead. ' "You shall s oc n he free, if I cm1 make you s o lady; s o ch ee r up aad eat the breakfast I lwve brought yo 11. This afternoo11 my hi ther wishes to s ee yo u, t o ques ti o n yo11 r q:.;a r ding the mo\'ements o f tlte s o :diers. I will c onduct yo u t o liim, a n d I b eg t h a t yo u will not ange r him with y our proud spirit." ''I w ill try t o d o a s you wish, and your words g ive me hope tha t ere long I may escape; Lut p l ea s e
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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 11 rock, Buffalo Bill was enabled to find one that looked frint; te young miss she cook it mit her own pooty into the adjoining cavern. fingers." The, fir5t thing that he observed was the generally "Indeed! The young lady is the daughter of the comfortable appearance of the little cave, for it had a Ranger Chief, is she not?" carpet on the rock floor, a chair, a table, upon which "Dot ish so, an' her brother, Captain Rudolph, is h was the remnant of a good breakfast, and a cot, with te sou mit te ole man.,, some pretensions to neatness and comfort. "Captain Rudolph is b er brother?" Upon the side of the cot sat the occupant-a "Yas; he ish te tuyvil, but she pe an angel gal.;, maiden of perhaps eighteen. "She is a fine girl, Dutchy; but, tell me, what are Her form was clothed in a close-fitting riding habit they going to do with me?" of dark-gray cloth, and there were elegance and grace "Hang you mit te neck." about her. "When?" and the scout spoke with perfect calmPresently a w ealth of golden hair was thrown back, ness. the bowed head was raised, and the scout beheld the lovely face, and large blue e yes sadly and wistfully out into the daylight at the mouth of the cave. "Lady!" The tones of the scout were soft and kind; but they startled the maiden, and she sprang to her feet. "I am here; like yourself, I am a prisoner--" "Indeed! Yes, I see where your voice comes from now. Are you the Prairie Pilot, also known as Buffalo Bill?" said the maiden in cautious tones. "So men call me. A short while since I overheard your conversation with th e young girl who visited you. when she returns beg her to visit my cavern, and perhaps we can arrange some plan o f escape to gether. Now I cannot say more, but keep up a brave ,heart and all will come out well." CHAPTER CXIV. ONE CHANCE IN A 'fHOUSAND. Buffalo Bill lay upon the rocks i11 thoughf until he heard a step approaching. It was the German he had seen in the morning. "Well, Dutchy, I am hungry." "Vell, I hash some goot for you, mme ''Mine Gott! vot, you no scared?'' "A threatened man lives long, Dutchy; but when am I to be hung?'' "As soon as te Ranger Chief say so; but I must go avay now; I see you to-morrow." The scout made no reply, and the German walked away, Buffalo Bill making no effort to detain him, for he had made a discovery that deeply interes ted him. As he lay in the mouth of the cavern, his eyes ever and anon glancing toward the ribbon of blue sky above, suddenly caught sight of a human face peering cautiously down into the chasm. Narrowly watching it, he soon saw the form of a man come into full view, and he almost gave vent to one of his wild, ringing warcries, for he recognized in the cautious stranger none other than Reckless Rob. Ere he couid discover whether Rob had seen hitn or not, there came the sound of footsteps, and the two maidens returned, the eyes of the captive being red with fears, for sh e had just had a stormy interview with the chief, who told her it was his intention to hold her a prisoner until her father, Colonel Clifton, paid a heavy ransom for her. /

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THE BU ff J\LO BILL Rose Cli fton kne w that her father was not a rich man, and that if he paid the surn demanded, it would beggar him, and she appealed to the mercy of tlie old chief, who, an invalid, reclined upon his cot in one of the rooms of his cabin, and kept his fierce eyes constantly upon the face of the maiden. "Girl, what is your name? 'rell. me that, and I will know whether your father is wealthy enough to pay my price, for I know the limit of every set tler's and officer's purse on this border." "My name I decline to give you, sir; but you will find my father able to resent most bitterly the insult I of his daughter's capture," proudly replied Rose Cli fton ''Nonsense; 111 y men captured you within a mile of the settlement. You should not have ventured so far on horseback, girl, without company; but I have yon now and I in t en d to make money out of your capture." "ls there no hope for me, sir? At the fort are two of your men, condemned to death. Will you ex change me for them?" scout lay, his untasted supper by his side, she had gained her usual composure. "I trust your visit to the chief has resulted 111 good to you, lady," quietly said the scout. "No, sir; he demands a ransom impossible for my father to pay; but this noble young girl bids me hope." "Yes, the re is hope for you; but I must leave you now; .and lady, you need not return immediately to your cave. If not to-niglit, I will see you to-morrow." vVith a wave of h er hand, the yollng girl walked rapidly away, leaving Rose still standing near tlie spot where the scout lay at full his eyes gaz ing earnestly toward th e summit of the chasm. After the departure of the Spectre Spy, the scout said, quietly: "The d aughter o f the old Ranger Chief seems inclined to aid us, but I would rather not have her do so, for two reasons--'' "And those are--" asked Rose Clifton. "First, it will be at great risk to herse lf, if she aid ''Curse the men! What care I for them? If they us, and second, I desire to wage a bitter war agains t die., there are others to fill their places. this band, and do not wish to feel that I owe a kind"There are soldiers on this frontier, girl, and scouts, and settlers, and Indians; but I, the Ranger Chief, am ruler, and this whole border shall find it so. "Theo, take the maiden back, and to-morrow I will send out spies to find out who she is." The Ranger Chief waved his hand, and his daugh ter, whom he had addressed as Theo, turned silently and sadly away, leading Rose Clifton with her, back to her lol,lely prison. \i\l'heu away from the presence of the chief the proud spirit of Rose broke dow11 and she burst into tears; but the fair bandit cheered her a11 in her power, and when t hey reached the spot where the nc.ss to the chief's daughter that must stay my hand.'' "How noble she seems, to have for her companions a baud of robbers. What terrible fate led her to such a life?" asked Rose, feelingly. "I know not, and it is a sa d thing that she has, in father and brother, chiefs of a band of outlaws. Strange as it seems, I feel that I have met her brother aud herself before, but where my memory fails rue. Their faces haunt me vvith some memory of the past. We.re I to see their father, perhaps I could then recall all; but the Ranger Chief has been the ruler of his band only, h is young son being the leader in a 1 1 their raids and deadl v encounters. \ -

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "Who or what they are, n o ne know, but certain it is the outlaws are held well in hand, and never have I known an i11stance of where one, even with promise of his life, ever betrayed t!Je brotherbood." Deeply intereste d in the words of the s cout, Rose list ened attentively, and the n said: '' l have now met the father and daughter, and a remarkable pair they are. The son I have ne v er seen but, sir, if you do not accept aid from the maiden, how c a n you manage to escape?" "I will take the chances without her. Lady, see there and the scout p o inted far up the chasm wall to where was visible R eckiess Rob, quie tly seated in the of a 11 in the rock s "A guard of the bandits. Perhaps I'd better not linger here--" ''No, it is Reckless Rob, the best friend I have in the world. He has struck my trail and followed me here-to rescue m e." ''Alone?'' "Doubtless. I know of none who would have dared to come with him-at least, any th a t he could have found thus soon. See! he has thrown something down to me. Will you pick it up, please, lady, for I am in irons, you see?'' Quickly Rose stepped forward, took up the object that had fallen from above-a piece of paper wrapped around a small stone. Taking it, the scout read aloud, written 111 lead pencil, in a b o ld, legible hand: "A greeting to you from above, old f ellow; sorry to see you in vile, but glad to see you are not in the land of silence. "I arrived this afternoon, having trailed you, and by a flank movement reached my presept position. "The train has made tracks for the posts, under the gnidance of Little Yankee. "I have discovered that the r ea r e nd of this chasm is guarded by two sentinels-there mus t be a tunnel through, as they could never have rea c h e d tli cir pres ent stand without a day's journey around. "Find out the cave if you can; at dark, I will move on the two guards, and you shall b e fr ee. "I met a party of soldiers 011 th e prair;e Jook: ng for the daughter of Colonel Clif to n, the new commandant of the uppe r posts. "By the descript i on g iven me of her, I reco 211ize her in the lady near you. "Your position shows you to be in irons, so w he11 it is dark I will lower you a file and one of my pistols, and then you must press on through the cave to the outer entrance. "If I discover anything of i mportance, wiil com1 municate again. ROB )) "He certainly is a true friend, and a brave man," said R ose when the scout had read all. "None truer or bra ver, Miss Clifton, for s ucli, I believe, is you r name?" "Yes, sir, my father arrived at hi s new command only a week ago, and it was while riding to the set tlement, half a mile from the fort, to see an old schoolmate, that I was captured, when little dreaming of danger," replied the maiden. Hearing an approaching footstep, Rose rapidly ran iuto her cave, and the scout was alone A moment after Theo, the girl spy appeared, and said, pleasantly: "Though you put your own head into the noose, Buffalo Bill, I do not intend to let it remain there but I cannot act to-night, as the whole band are a t present in the strough old. "To-morrow a t daylight my brother goes off on a raid with his men, and you will be allowed to liv e until his return, when, if you do not accept the terms offered you, you have to die." "'l'here is dishonor in those terms, doubtless?" "Yes; but life is sweet." The scout smiled and remained silent, and the girl continued: "When my brother has goi1e I ca n act with less

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THE BUFF .ALO BILL STORIES. fear of detection; to-night I can do nothing; but, as I had an opportunity to rescue from my father's room your belt of arms, I did so. I will leave them in the care of the lady in the next cave." Buffalo Bill's eyes fairly flashed with delight as Theo threw back a serape which hung from her shoulders, and displayed his unr.rring rifle and belt, containing his revolvers, knife and cartridge pouches; but he said, quietly: "I thank you from my heart, fair girl; you have done a kindness I shnll one day reciprocate." ''I do not wish to see a brave man die like a dog,'' responded the fair spy as she walked away and dis appeared in the cavern which was the prison of Rose Clifton. A moment after the young girl agam passed the scout, and was soon lost to sight in the gloom, for night was coming on apace and darkness already filled the chasm. But, far up, outlined against the bright sky, still tinged with the sunset, stood Reckless Rob, his eagle eye watchi11g every move of his enemies, and taking in every chance in his favor. An hour passed and dark11ess rested upon all; but the quick ear of Buffalo Bill caught a sound which he seemed at once to recognize, for he called in a low tone to Rose, who, the next moment, stood by his side. .. "Miss Clifton, I heard a sound against the wall yonder; will you kindly see if Reckless Rob has not lowered us his pro.mised aid?" Rose went to the other side of the chasm, and feel"Back to your cave! Quick!" Not a moment too soon did Rose escape, for the next moment a flickering light was seen, and two men approached, bearing a lantern. Turning it full upon the recumbent scout, the man who held the lantern said, harshly: "You prefer to lie on hard rocks to your cot, do you?" ''A man who is condemned to die wishes to breathe all the pure air he can,'' quickly responded the scout. "You take it coolly," responded the otber man. "My conscience is not blackened, as is yours, with crimes of robbery aud murder.'' "Go on, my hearty; you can have your say!" "Come, Gabe, l e t us see if the girl is all safe, and then go and relieve the boys,'' said the first speaker, and they moved on to the next cave. Flashing the light into the face of Rose, who spraug half up as if from a sound sleep, they laughed at her supposed fright, and walked on through the tunnel o f caverns. A mot'tlent after Rose was again by the side of the scout, wl10 drew from his pocket a match, and light ing it read the slip of paper that had descended with the file and revolver. "There are but two guards, and they will doubt less be relieved at dark; then I w ill act. ''Find your way out, as soon as you have fre e d yourself of your irons, to the mouth of the chasm, and I will meet you there. '' ing in the darkness, her hand soon touched a small "Brave fellow; now, Miss Clifton, hope brig hens string, bearing a weight on the end. for us; but yon must return to your cot, and as soon A moment after she held in her hand a pistol and as I have gotten rid of my irons I will for you. a file, and unloosing them, she found also a slip of "In the meantime I will file these irons off my paper ankles. '' The se she bore to the scout; but he c ried, quickly: 'l'he cool, confident manner of Buffalo Bill

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THE BU ff ALO BILL STORIES. 115 Rose every hope, and throwing herself upon the cot, she waited in breathless silence and suspense. A short while and again a light flashed into the cavern, and two men stood there, but not the two who had before passed by. "Wide nwake, my beauty? You'll dim those pretty eyes if you lose yonr sleep," said one of the bandits; but whether in a kind or unkind tone Rose could not tell. A11other gbnce into the cave of the scout, a jeering relll ark from one of them, and they passe d on to ward t::c c::u11 p. Au hour late r, and the scout stood heside Rose, a man no longer in irons. "Come l\liss Clifton, I am ready now; give me my arms, which the fair spy left here, and we will dcp
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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. "If he was an Indian I would not hesitate; s till, Buffalo Bill lllust not die!" So saying, Reckless Rob arose quickly and silently to his feet; his knife was held in his upraised right h a nd, and then glittered like a wheel of diamo nds in the moonlight as it was hnrled with unerring and terrible force at the silent and unsuspecting guard. Fair and deadly it struck hi111 in the neck, crunch ing through bone and muscle aud sending-the strong ma11 quickly to the ground. With two mighty bounds, Reckless Rob threw himself upon the half-awake and recumbent guard, and a clutch of iron was upon his throat. "Struggle one instant and you shall die, 11 he sternly cried in the bandit's ear, while with his other hand he held a pistol to his head. "You hold the winning hand, pard," gasped the man, as Reckless Rob released his clutch upon his throat. "Yes, and I intend to win the game. Your com rade lies there dead, as you see, and you shall quickly follow him if you are not willing to do as I ask. 11 "Yon want me to betray my comrades--" '' 1 o I wish you to lead me, singly, into their camp. Are you afraid of a single man?" "No, and if you are willing to take the chances, come on;. but you must be crazy." "I am not crazy; I only have a duty to perform. Lead me to the spot I desire and back here and I ask no more. 'l'heu I will spare your life; attempt to be tray me and you shall die "When am I to be free?" "Upon my return to this spot; l will then bind you and leave you here for the morning guard to find you-or--" "Or what?" "I will carry you with me a few miles and release ou in time to return here by daylight; and then you can tell what lie you please about being attacked, your comrade being killed, and you beating back the enemy single-handed." 'A drowning man catches at a straw,' my old Sunday-school teacher used to say, when urging me to catch at religion as a means of salvation, so I will accept your terms," replied the ban dit, whose whole manner and c onversation proved that he had seen better days ere he entered upon a lif e of crime. Searching his prisoner to see that he had no arms secreted about his p erso n, and drawiug his knife from the stiffened neck of the other guard, Rob se curel y bonnd his captive's hands, and holding firmly to his arm, bade him proceed. The bandit at once led off, and approaching the cut in the cliff, entered it and moved rapidly on in the darkness, for ever and auon they would have to pass through a rocky tunnel. After a walk of ten minutes they came to where a large mass of rock had fallen, forming a huge cavern beneath. When about to enter into the darkness of this, from the indistinct light that penetrated down into the canyon a stern voice suddenly cried out: "Hold! on your lives, halt!" Both Reckless Rob and his prisoner were momen taril y startled by the sudden challenge, but the former cri ed, quickly: "Buffalo Bill-hurrah!" "Rob, old fellow, a moment more and I would have called in your checks; but who have you here?" and, springi11g forward, out of the darkness of the cavern, the scout confronted his friend. "This is one of the guards at the mouth of the canyon--'' "And the other is--"

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 17 "In the devil's employ ; but come, we have no time to tarry-wliefe is your felMw captive?" "Here! Miss Clifton, this is my friend, Reckless Rob, the best man on the plains," and at the intro duction, Rose came forward, and clasping the 11a11d of Rob, said feelingly: "And to whom we, in a great measure, owe our escape." "Now, Rob, we'll be off. Come." Again the bandit led the way, his captor by his side, and in a few moments more they came out at the front of the cliff. At the sight ?f the dead guard Rose shuddered, and drew closer to Buffalo Bill, while Rob said, quickly: "Now, my man, you liave done your part of the contract-will you have us bind you and leave you here, or carry you with us a few miles and turn you loose?" "The latter would look best for me-for if I am suspected by my comrades my life is not worth a pesos.'' "All right; come on." Again Rob led the way, the Pilot quietly taking Rose up in his strong arms and carrying her down the steep and rocky hillside, for, retarded as she was by her long skirt, aud wearing light shoes, she could not have easily walked. "Miss Clifton can ride your horse, Rob, while we walk,'' said Buffalo Bill, as they reached the foot of the hill. "Not so bad as that, comrade, for I 11ave Redskin I with me. 11 The delight of the Pilot was unbounded, and the next moment he stood besidl! his gallant steed, and warmly patted his neck, while the faithful animal seemed overjoyed and whinnied in a low, happy tone. "Miss Clifton, I can give you a seat behind me, for Redskin can easily do double duty," said Buffalo Bill, and lifting Rose to her seat, he the next moment sprang into the saddle, and Rob having mounted, with his prisoner behind him, the party set off at a slow trot through the forest. A ride of several hours brought them to a valley, aud here the prisoner was told to dismount and return to his post, which he gladly did, thanking Rob kindly for bis life, and the 11ext moment dis appearing in the gloom of the timber. "Now, Rob, it is a hundred miles to the fort, and we must push on rapidly, for both Redskin and your horse can stand it-if Miss Clifton can, 11 Buffalo Bill. I "Only try me and see how much I can stand, now that I am free once more, 11 said Rose Clifton. CHAPTER CXVI. 'l'HE RANGER CHIEF. 1'he morning after the flight of the prisoners from the bandit stroughold the camp was ear1y astir, and the relief guard sent to the outer end of the chasm, which being a secret entrance was never considered worthy of a large force to watch and protect it. Upon arriving at the place all was at once excite ment, for the dead body of one of the guards was dis covered, while his companion, pale and weary-look ing, paced nervously to and fro, his rifle in his hand. "What means this?" asked Captain Rudolph, who was leaving the stronghold by the chasm passage, accompanied by half a hundred o f his men, wbo .111 he was leading in chase of the train of which Buffalo Bill had been guide. "It means, captain, that I was attacked last night, and poor Watson slain; but after a sharp skirmish I managed to drive off my foes." "Who were they-Indians or whites?"

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18 THE BUFFALO BRLL STORIES. "They were white men. After Watson was killed I retreated into yonder gulch, and they kept me there for fully half an hour, when at last they retreated." "Why did you not summon aid, sir?" "How could I, captain? Watsori was killed in the first charge, and I was forced back into the gulch besides, I thought you would hear the firing. "No, the roar of the fall doubtless drowned the sound . What do you say, sir?" he continued, turning to a horseman who dashed up, having just come through the tunnel way. "Buffalo Bill and the girl have es c aped, sir." "A thousand furies! Is this so?" Antonio, the man who had brought the informatio n to Captain Rudolph of l\:he e s c ape of the pris o ners, until the plateau \Vas reach e d, and an excited crowd were there gathere d, discussing tlte flight of the dar ing scout. Observing that their comrade, Martin, was a pris oner, for his hands were bouud, many questions were asked by the ban dits; but in silence Antonio con tinued on his way across the plain to where iu a clump of trees stood a larg e and comforta b le-looking log cabin. Around the house vvere growing a nnrnber of fra grant flowers, and nround the columns that supported "Yes, sir; they are not in their caves, and the rifle the piaz za, rnnning the foll length of the front, and arms of the scout are also gone." "Then there is a traitor in the camp. Martin, this looks blad for you,,' and the young l e ader looked suspiciously at the guard, who turned deadly pale. "Well, we must not linger here, but strike tlie trail of the scout. Down the hill there, some of you, and see if you can find any traces of their flight. 11 Half-a-dozen men obeyed the order, :rnd soon re- turned to report that the fresh tracks of two horses were visible, and that the trail led up the valley. "It is as I expected. Autcmio !" "Well, senor?" and a dark-faced, black-ey e d Mexican rode forward and saluted. "Take this man, Martin, b a ck to the Ranger Chief, and relate the particulars as y o u know them." ''Yes, senor. '' "Also say that I have gone on the trail of the prison e rs, and if I find I cannot overtake them, will lheu branch off after the traiu. 11 were vines, entwined so as to form a shacly arbor. A wide hallway ran through the house which had four rooms in it, those on the r ight side being nsed for sleeping, and the two on the left of the hallway were a kitche n and diniug-room. For that out-of-the -way place, and the home of a bandit chief, the house was a most comfortable one, and neatly furni shed, while its whole aspect proved that a woman's han d g o verned the outlaw household. From the p i azza in front a view of the plateau could be seen, with the wate rs rusl 1ing over the fall, the C<1bins of the baud, and the valleys below, all together making a pretty scene. U pan the piazza, seated in a large and easy-chair, was a striking-looking man, en g aged in gazing rest lessly over the scene lai d out b e fore hh11. His form was large and commandiug, his com plexion dark, his eyes black an d fiery, and his hair and beard long and as white as snow, though his "Yes, senor," and a g ain saluting his leader, general appearance scarcely indicated that he was Antonio d is armed the ttnfortuuate guard aud marc h e d him away, while C aptain Rudolph and his men started in rapid pursuit of tbe scout and Rose Clifton. Through the long chasm the guard was led by more than sixty years of age. 'l'ho11gh venerable-looking, there was not that halo in his face which frequently comes with old age, and white hair; but. instead, a stern look haunted the

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 19 month, and a restless, cruel glitter trembled in the eyes. He was dressed in a blue blouse suit,_ and hanging upon one arm of the chair was a belt containing two revolvers and a knife. Upon the other arm of the chair was a broad straw 11at encircled by a gold cord. Upon the little ringer of his left hand glittered a single diamond of great value, and around his neck hung a huge chain of massive gold, attached to a large hunting case watch of costly make. Altogether, he was a remarkable-looking man, and none need look to him for mercy w e re his inclina"I am getting along in years now, and soon must give up this outlaw life, and then in some foreign capitol I will luxuriate on the gold I have won. "Gold I have in vast quantities, but not yet enough -no, not enough! I must have more, and then I cau live like a prince. Like a prince, did I say? Like a king, I mean, for am I not king here? "Aud that girl-who can she be? "I certainly have seen her face before, and last night I saw it in my dreams, over and over again. ''She is a proud and fearless creature, too, for I could not intimidate her. "And she must be the daughter of some one hig h tions against it. in authority, or else she would have given her name; "Theo!" he suddenly called ont, in a stern, ring-. but curse that scout! I would give a live s for ing voice. "Yes, father," and the young girl, already known to the reader, came forth upon the piazza from one of the inner rooms. ''I wish you would mount Spectre and make a cir cuit on the prairie and see if there is any trace of that train to which the scout belonged, for I have more confid ence in you than in all my scouts, whites and r e d skins." "Shall I go at once, father?" "Yes-curse that' fellow, I would give a good deal to know how h e esc a p e d. I wish I had had him shot yesterday." And thus the old chief went on muttering imprecations against Buffalo Bill for half an hour before the news had been brought him of the escape of the scout and Rose. A few moments more and Theo dashed by on her white s teed, and once more clad in her ghostly costmne, which looked weird even in the bright light of the sun. "Yes, she is true to me, and so is Rudolph; but ho else can I trust? his single one," and thus the old chief muttered on, running from one subject to another, until suddenl y he descried Antonio and the bound guard approachrng. "Well, whom have we here? Ah, Antonio, the man I sent after Rudolph with the news of the escap,e. Well, Antonio, what has Martin been doing that you have him bound?'' "Senor chief, the senor captain bade me bring the guard back and tell you that his companion on duty last night was killed, and--" "Speak, scoundrel, and answer for !" yelled the infuriated old chief. In trembling tones, the frightened bandit told the same story which he had related to Captain Rudolph, and when he had finished, he saw that there was no hope for him in this life. ... "Antonio, bind that traitor to yonder post-there! Now, summon the people in front of my cabin and we will get rid of one man who would betray us." Antonio, the Mexican, was a sub-officer under the chief, and commanded the stronghold defenses. l

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THE BUFF f\LO BiLL hence he was williug that Mnrtin shouid be executed, "Now, traitor, beg for your life," called the so as to turn the tide of wrath from himself. old chief, still comfortably seated iii his easy-chair. He therefore at once departed to obey the orders of "I will not give you the pleasure of heariug me his chief, and, left alone with the old man, the beg for the life which I have made a curse to my doomed baudit implored for mercy, and made a full self," firmly responded the outlaw. confession of the facts of the case. "Ha! he lias pluck, then. Antonio, watch my But the old chief cruelly la uglied in his face and signal." sneered forth: "Yes, senor." "How did he. get his arms from this cabin? Tell Erect and defiant stood the coudemned man, his me that, sir traitor?" eyes gazing as it were far into the past, and his face "I know not, chief; I have told you the whole brave and stern. truth." Raising his hands, the old chief glanced first at But in vain the man pleaded, for the chief knew the half-dozen riflemen, selected as the executioners, no such word as mercy, and the people of the strong-and then upon the victir;i. 11old beginfling to assemble, poor Martin ceased his 'rhen with a loud clap, his hands came together, entreaties aud tried to become calm and indifferent and a volley of firearms followed. to his fate. Without a moan or a word, Martiu, the outlaw Soon all were assembl ed, a motley group of men, guard, fell dead, just as 'rheo dashed r11pidly up, her women and children, among whom were Americans, horse covered with sweat aud foam. Irish; ,Mexicans, Germans, 11egroes and Indians. "What means this execntion, father?" she asked, With the women were a few miserable-looking hastily. whites, some of them captives, perhaps, dragged "Why have you returued so soon?" evasively an-down to a life of crime, and a few who had followed swered the chief. their evil husbands into outlawry; but the most of "I was cliased back by a band of mounted Sioux the females were Indian squaws. _.:.._,, I h h l f tl l d bl 11 d tl "Ha.I flow many, g1"rl?." u 1 g g e.e, or iey reve e 1n ooc s 1e ie wild crowd came together, and with eager looks "About half a hundred." feasted their appetites for the horrible upon the pale "No need for us to fear them, bnt--" but now cal m face of the doomed guard. ''Antonio, pick out yonr men, and when I give the signal let that traitor meet his just ''Yes, senor. '' The condemned man was then led to one side and placed with his back toward the cliff, the crowd forming three sides of a hollow sq nare with that promptness and discipline, which frequent experience in a like deadly drill bad taught them. "Father, why has Martin been executed? He was one of the best men in the band." "So I believed him; but he proved a traitor and I aided the prisoners to escape," and the chief told Theo of the occurrence on the outpost, and the death l of the other guard. "Still, he might have been innocent," urged the 1 maiden. "No, he stole the scout's arms from my room--'

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THE BUFF f\LO BILL STORIES. 21 "What! Have you forgotten you made me a pres :nt of those weapons?" and Theo's face turned pale. "By Heaven, yon are right, girl! Still, I am con :ident that the guard was a traitor." "I do not believe it; the escape was ce: ainly most mysterious; but I do not believe one perso n in this bamp aided him," and Theo entered the cabin, fee l ing sad at the thought that she taken the rcont's arms to him had cau sed the cxeclltion of a man who was doubtless guiltless of th e crime of which 1e was charged. CHAPTER CXVII. TO A PARD'S RESCUE. When Buffalo Bill, Reckless Rob and Rose Clifton eft the retreat of the Ranger Chi ef they sped rapidly n until dawn, wheu they c a mped for rest and break for Rob h ad his provisions along. Wheu this was over, Reckless Rob said: "When I w e u t out ou the prairie just uow, Pard ill, to bring in our horses, I saw several Indians in he distance, so rny advice is for yo u to mouut a11d o 011 with Miss Clifton, while I scout about to see force they are in and 'vhat their game is, aud ring word 011 to the fort. '' "It would not be a bad idea, Rob, but come to the ort b y the ranger trail, and as soon as l get there shall start back to meet you, for I fear the Indians re scouting i n force and mean mischief. "I will push on rapidly, for Redskin can stand it." Soon after Buffalo Bill, with Rose Clifton mounted eh ind him, parted with Reck less Rob a nd kept on he trail to the fort. 'l'hey had go11e but a few miles whe11 out of a lump of timber dashed a party of mounted redskins. Buffalo Bill halted and ieapiug from his saddle, pened slowly and surely with his rifle, dropping a warrior here, a pony there, and emptying the weapon of shots. Then he mounted and had just started on when a shot came from a chief, who had a rifle and was splendidly mounted. 'l'he11 followed a cry from Rose, for the bullet had pierced her arm, it dropping to her side. In stau tly the scout again halted, and turning in his saddle, took the girl from her seat behind him and placing her in front, thus held her, while he said: "Redskiu will soon outfoot those fellows, if he does carry two, and we will then look at that wound, which I trust is slight.. "It is nothing, though it temporarily numbed my arm. "They are coming very close." "Yes," aud Buffalo Bill urged Redskin on once more. But the Indians had drawn very near, the chief with a long lance in use, coming rapidly on, as the scout saw by a glance o ve r his shoulder. Rose als o saw that the Indians felt that they had things as they wanted them, and her face was very pale. "Have 110 fear, Miss Clifton, for this r e d whirling of horseflesh will readil y drop them behind and not feel his double load," said Buffalo Bill, with con fidence. At the same time he 1_1Ja11aged to draw a revolver, and with a quick movement half turned and fired. Tlie c hief, so dangerously near, and whose hors e was so well ahead of all otliets in pursuit, fell headlong f rom his sadd le. The fiue horse he rode, appareutly fresh and re lieve d o f his loa d dashed up alongside of Redskin, and the scout caught the bridle r ein. Miss Cliftou, there is nothing to fear, if you think you can ri d e in tliat Indian saddle.'>

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22 T H E BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "Gla dl y for I can rid e any w ay or anything," w a s the c onfident re s ponse a nd in a u instant the t ra ns fer was made. A w a y went tbe two hors es, t h en a t a s p ee d tha t quickly d i s t a n ced the pon i e s of the India ns, who ye l l e d with. fre n z y at the d eath of thei r chief, and the lo ss of their c a p t ives. A rapi
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. THE BU ff J\lO Bftll STOfUES. 23 CHAPTER CXVIII. 'l'I-Il:i; SURPRISE. Into the timber dashed Reckless Rob, prepared to stand at bay agaiust big odds, aud ig11orant of the fact that help was at hand. "Hello, Rob, glad to see you!" cried Buffalo Bill. "Pard Bill! Always 011 ha11d when needed," shouted Reckless Rob, and he bounded to t11e j?lace where Buffalo Bill had taketJ s!ielter, rifle in halld. A ml11ute more and the redskins d
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24 THE BU ff A LO BILL STORIESo "Yes faithfnlly will I do all that I can for y ou "Then hear what I have to s a y and do not b etray me. "My son is dead, and it is better so, for the lows would have been his fate in the end. "My daughter "Theo must be cared for, and so I tell you my secret, for you mtt s t tak e her to Colouel Clifton and ask him to care for her, for she has g o ld and jewels that are not blood-stained, for they belonged to her mother. "Tell C o lonel Clifton that his elder brothe r, R al ph, whom h e h a s long believed dea d sends The o, his daughter, to him. "She is guilty of nu wrong, more than the Ghost Spy, and in which she obeyed my orders. "Keep the s ecret from all save my brother-'rheo knows it. "On you r hono r you will do this for one who was robbed by his best fri e nds, and so driven to a life o f evil?,, "I will!" "I b e l i e v e you, Buffalo Bill." Soon a fter the old Ranger Chief pass e d away. Theo, his beautiful daughter by his si d e, and for her sake Major Asbburto n h a d the outlaw leader and his son de cently buried. When the d ea d outla ws had been buried, and the wounded placed under a guard until they recovered, the pris oners w e re started for the for t, along with the booty and stock captured, and Major Asbburton trea ted Theo with marked resp e ct, s ending her ahead with an e scort with Buffalo Bill as guide, to the fo rt. It was a sev ere shock to the gallant col o nel to learn from the s c out that the Ranger Ch ie f was his elder brother, to whom he h a d b ee n greatly attac h e d in boyhood, but it was a r elief to know fro m Buffalo Bill that no one knew the secret, or need do so. But Colonel Clifton gave a warm welcome aud t old h e r t h a t his home should be hers, while Rose greeted the l ove l y girl with a ffec tion, a nd said, e arnes tly: Yo u are my c ousin, but shall be my s is t er, for do I n o t owe m uch to you Theo?" .'Aud the ch a u g e fro111 a G h os t Spy of a u o u t l a w band to the ad opted daughter and sis ter o f a noble m an and b e autiful g i rl I o we t o you, B u ffal o Bill, aud never w i ll I forget you said the g i rl as she b aae the sco u t good by when he s tart ed wi t h Reck l ess Rob t o g u id e across the prairie a n othe r wagon train, a n d t o guar d them again s t attac k by t h e relentles s r e dskins. TO B E CON TINUED. BOOKS O N STENOGRAPHY, TYPEWRITING A N D REPORTING AT REA SON.A.BX., PRICES. r In re1lctlonnry and Phrase Boo k [re-vised and eonsol!datcd] ...... olotll, 3.00 Bus ines s Letters, No. l. ..................... :pa11er, .25 Phti n T idk .......... p apor, .25 War1l's Di c t ator ..................... cloth, 1.00 Herrand Campbell s Ste11o grap h e re Dictation and Form B o ole. .............. ...................... cloth, 1.50 Phn nography ; Wha t It Ts and Whi.t It noe s . ... p aper, .03 R emiugton Typewriter Les1ox, .50 Clark's 'l'Ntc hing o f S h o r t haml. ......... 1rnp c r, .25 Thorne s Prnctlc:JI C o u r t H cportlng ......... c l o t h 1.0 0 Rrowu' s )f. ster y of S h orthand ........ p a per, .35 How L o11g: A Sy11ipoa i11m ................................... pnpe r, 5 0 How Long: A Sy111posi11m . ................... cloth, .75 1'1101" w ill IJo RP11t to a n y :111tlress, postpai d 011 receipt of price .A.dllres : ill to STREET & SMITH 238 William Street, New York City. { i

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LOOK THIS, BOYS! I ANECDOTE PRIZE CONTEST 19 PRIZES VIHO HAS HAD THE MOST EXCITING EXPERIENCE? THAT'S the idea, boys. You have all had some narr ow escapes1 some dacgerous adventures in your lives! Perhaps it was the caps izing of a. boat, or the scaling of a cliff, or a close shave in a burningbuilding, or something else thrilling. WRITE IT UP JUST AS IT HAPPENED. We offer a handsome Prize for the most exciting and b est written ane cdo te sent us by any reader of BUFF ALO BILL WEEKLY. The inci d ent, of course, mus t relate to something that has happened to the writer h i mself, and it must a!so be strictly true. It makes no differenc e how short the a1'ticles are, but no contribution must be longer than 500 words. HERE ARE THE PRIZES! TWO PREZES. For Two M ost Exciting and Best Written Anecdotes. Two :firs t-cl ass Spalding Standard Athletic S wea ters. Made of the fines t Australian l ambs w o ol, exceedingly s oft. Full fashioned to body and arms, aud without searus of any kind. C olors : White Navy Blue, Black and Maroon l\\/O SECOND For Two Second Best Anecdotes. Two pairs of Raymond's All Clamp Ball Be aring Roller Skates. Bearings of the finest tempered steel with 128 steel balls For speed n o skate has ever approached it. F0VE TtURD PRBZES. for Five Nex t Best Anecdotes. Five pairs of vVinslow's Speed Extension I ce Skates, with extension foot plates. These skates have detachable we l ded steel racing runners, also au extra set of short runners for fancy skating. FOR NEXT TEN BEST ANECDOTES. A Spalding 12 inch' "Long Distance" Mega phone. :to.fade of fire board capable of carrying L "ound of a human Yoice one mile, and in some instances, two miles More fu11 than a b a rrel of monkeys. The c or:tcsl will conti nue until Dec. rst, next. Send in your anecdotes at once, boys. We are going to publish all of the best one s during the progress of the contest. Vle will have to reserve to ourselves the right of judging which anecd o t e has the most merit, but our r eaders know that they may depend upon Street & Smith and on their ab solute fairness and justice in conducting contests. This one will be no exception to the rule. ..._ vVhether your contribution wins a prize or not, it stands a good ch ance of being published to gether with the name of the writer. To become a c on testant for these prizes, cut out the Anecdote Contest Coupon, printed herewith, fill it out properly, and send it to BUFFALO BILL WEEKLY, care of Street & Smith, 238 \Villiam St., New York City, together with your anecdote No anecdote will be considered that does not have this coupon accompanying it. COUPO!'-il'.o "BUFFALO BILL WEEKLY" ANECDOTE CONTEST. PRIZE CONTEST No. 1. Date ........................................ 1901 Name ............ '. ................... City or town ............................................ State .................. Title of Anecdote .......................................

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PRIZE ANECDOTE DEPARTMENT. During the pro gress of the Anecd o te Prize this space is b eing de voted to the publicati on of th best anecdotes sent in by the contestants. Here are some of those rece ived this week. Read them, boys, and then send in your own. There ar still plenty of chances for everybody to win the prizes offe red. A Race on the Ice. (By Charles Bnildon, Pawtucket, R I.) This nchentnre o f m i11c occurred on the ice at Coes' pond in Worcester, and i s true. I and n young man called Hug h McGurl went fishing wit.h n drop net such us yon let down throug h the ice. We met. some more men on the pond. One of these my companion was w e ll acquainted with. They were fishing, too, so to pass the time away I started to skate around. This friend of my compauion was easily pro\oked. I got too nenr one of the holes, and he told me to keep away as I suppose I was scaring the fish. I said something he didn't like and be made a dash for me, but I was too quick for him. We then raced ncross the pond from one end to the other, h e on foot, I on skates. '.rh e pond was all of a mile long. It is needless to say who won. I don't think I ever skated so fast before in my life. I was skating for dear life. I would not ha\c let that fellow catch me for wol'lds. When I got to the other end I put arottnd a bend of the p dnd and into the woods, took my skates off and rnnde for home. I heard he looked nll around for me. Not finding me, I gt1ess he gave i t u p. I don't know what he would have tlone to me. I did not stlfp to find out, but it was a close one for me. A. Narrow Escape. (By Joseph Quinn, Pntnam, Conn.) "Dick," said I "I have an idea." "Well, what is it?" said Dick. "A tiger httnt," I replied. "lt's a go!" said Dick. So we two boys put on our hunting clotlics and took guns and sial'ted out. We had not gone long before we heard a rustling in t h e bushes. "Hark!" sai
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THE BUFF /\LO BILL STORIES. 27 "Well, let's see me (hie). I am running things to-night." "I'll show you," said I, going to the door, and added: "Kneppe1, you make a blamed fool of yourself," at which a pisto l flashed in the hands of the drunken man, and instantly there came a "crack" and an oath. I fell heavily to the floor. Perry rnshed on Knepper, aeized the still smoking revolver, wrenched it from his hand and rushed out yelling, "Murder!" while Charley fell in a swoon upon the floor. A crowd began to gather at the foot of the stairs as Kneppel" pulled Perry inside, locking the door and bttr!ting into a loud, long laugh. "Get up, Baldy, or you will scare them ( o death." At -nhich I made a n effort to rise, but couldn't, for laughing and rolling over and over. I landed in the corner, rubbing my eyes ns the tears rolled down my cheeks from laughter. Perry stood gazing upon us speechless. At lo.st we gathered our selYes together enough to explain to him that Knepper and I had planned it Ottt Up-town, ancJ the reyol\'er contained nothing but a blank cartridge A little cold watc1 soon brought Charley to After which we explained to him. Both fellows wished it to be kept as secret, we complied with the wis h fo1 some months, but finally it got out, which angered the two boys somewhat, but ended in a lasting friendship. A. Night with a Crazy Woman. (By Emanuel Shuroaster, Berkley, Cal.) This happened to me about sh years ago. I am an orphan and bnd n home with a man n amed J. A. Jackson. One night I had nn ad Yenture with his wife, who prove
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28 THE BUFF J\LO BILL STORIES. A. Horse Race. (By Lewis A. Heckaman, Bremen, Ind.) A short time ago I bridled and saddled my horse to ride to camp-meeting. On the way I saw my chum, Oliver and told him to get out his horse and come along. Afte; we were mounted and rode a little ways I told him my horse conld run faster than his bufbe did not believe it. So we started out, and was to run two miles and then stop. My horse was ahead all the time till we were nearly there. Then, all of a sudden, he stumbled and fell, and threw me headlong. I turned about a dozen somersaults, and then bumped my head against a stone. How long I lay there I know not, but when I came to my part.ner was standing beside me and was holding my horse. "Helto !' said he, "I thought you had cashed in your checks this time." He helped me on my horne and we started home. When we got there he put my horse in the stable and I went to bed. The next morning the folks sent for a doctor. In about two hours the doctor came and examined my head. He said the cut was not .dangerous, but I would have to stay in bed a few days. I lay Ill bed for three days, then I felt all rioht nnd got u p1 but I haven' t ridden a horse since. "' Entombed in a Coal Mine. (By Howard Pilchard, Pomeroy, Ohio.) Being a very constant reader of your Buffalo Bill Weeklies I noticed your offei in that Anecdote Prize Contest and I thought I would tell of my ex:Jilerience in a coal mine. 'About two mouths !!go a friend of _mme named Frank and myse lf, plannerl a in the coal m111e. WeU1 we started to go in, but were told was not safe. But we did not listen, so we we11t anyhow. \Ve had only. got out of sight of daylight when we heai:d au awful rnmblrng which we snpposed came from the outside, but which we found to be a "cave-in"-that is a large fall of which barred our way from going back. Of course we were frightened, but we went on, hoping to get ont at the other end. We went about two hundred and fifty yards when we. ran upon another fall of slate which looked to be very sohd. We both felt Yery much alarmed but no wonder we were caged up under millions of ponnds of earth. I started to look with my !amp for some way of escape, and started down to an old switch, and not being familiar with it ran into a "sink"-that is, a for water. Of course I yelled which brought Frank to me, just as I was era wling of water. Frank suggested that we build a fire, but I snid no for if we lrnd we would hnve suffocated with smoke. We back to the opening which we had entered and began to make a noise which the workingmen heard, but we dill. not know it. -Well' we lay clown in t)'le cur which came in, utte rl y helpless. i was very cold, being all wet. We lay there. I know not how long, but fin:illy went to sleep, and when we awoll:e daylight was in on us. The men hnd just broken through and were commg after us. 'l'hey took us out to where a oreat crowd wns standing that began to cheer. I was taken home where I became ill for a short time, and when I improved they told me I was in the mine for a night and day but we have never been bnck since. f\n Explosion on a Locomotive. (By Thomas Crago, Opechee, Mich ) We were_ w _orking engine 27, on the H. and C.R. R when the. wh1cl_1 I am about to relate happened. I was workmg with an who worked an engine harder than any one else, but cl!d not do as mnch work as other engi neers. E\erything seemccl to go wrong w ith us on this clay. In the first place, we were late leaving the roundhouse. 'Then we got poor coal, an cl the sand was all gone, so we went without any. When we were n few miles o:it on thet road, late, tired and down-hearted, I noticed n stud tn the expansion plate at the _of the heucl leaking, but not badly, and for the time berng forgot it. After we hnd gone a few miles farther I got down from the seat to give "her" some coal when the plug 01: stud blew out, throwing boiling water forth in tor rents. 'fhe engineer immediately shut off steam an
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( .I THE BUfF !\LO BILL STORIES. 29 My Adventure with a Bear. (By Sidney Freeman, Portland, Ore.) While I was on a visit tQ a cousin of mine, Frank, who lived ahout six miles from the Dallis, Ore. in 18!)(), I had this ad ven ture with a bear which I wouldn't like to ha, c a gain. We had worked hard for about a week to get the hay in and having got it all in, we started one morning about five o'clock for the mountains, which we reached in abotlt four days, if I remember correctly. We picked our camp in a canyon on the bank of an ice cold mountain creek which was called "The Little Clickitat." After we had been in camp for about a week Frank set out after a :Jear, whose trackr-; he had seen, with the dog, \\bile I remained in camp in'. c g to go fishing. I went up the creek :t:i0ut100 yards, and commenced fishing. There were some big trout in that creek, and I had just got a ptetty big one on my line and was trying to land him when I heard the brush crackling nnd stlpposed it was a bear or some wild animal, so I
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BOYHOODS OF FAMOUS MEN. This department contains each week the story of the early career of some celebrated American. Watch for these stories and read them, boys. They are of the most fascinating interest. Those ah-eady published are i No. J-Buff alo Bill; No. 2-Kit Carson ; No. 3-Texas Jack; No. 4 Col. Daniel Boone; Nos. 5 and 6-David Crockett; No. 7-General Sam Houston; No. 8-Lewis Wetzel. No. 9.-Lewis Wetzel, TflE RENOWNED VJR.OINJA RANGER. AND SCOUT. (Continued from Last Week.) (In the account given last week of Lewis Wetzel's boyhood the particulars were told of his capture at an early age by the Indians. We left him in the hands of the Indians, and he was about to escape with his brother while the Indians were asleep.) The two boys threaded their way between the sleeping Indians, guided by the glow of tbe bot ashes. Leaves crumpled under their feet, and they paused. No, no one was aroused. A bulky brave lay directly in their path. This brave at first was a stumbling block to the two boys. He was broad, his arms were stretched out beside him; the slightest touch might wake him Even as they stood there, the boys saw this braye struck on the face by a falling leaf, and be stirred uneasily, without, how ever, opening bis eyes. They would not go back, they dared not go forward. Minutes seemed to elapse, and still they stood there, that sleeping form before them, their mind strained to the last point, and almost beyo11d reasoning. At last, with a pulling of himself together, and a stern setting of his upper teeth in his lower lip: "Over," whispered Lewis Wetzel, -and he lifted his brother sheer across the body, stumbling after him. There was yet au outer circle o f Indians to be crossed. This was done boldly, and the free land lay before them, and they had but to choose a way. They went a few hundred yards, when their wounded feet made them pause and sit upon a log. Their shoes were ''We cannot go," said the younger brother, with age' s desperation. "Not barefooted," replied Lewis; "we must have moccasins.'' "Where will we get them?" 'You stay here, and I will get them," said Lewis, in that same tone of voice that must be obeyed. He went back to the campfire, crossing sleeping body after sleeping body. He found the moccasins set before the hot ashes to dry. He took two pairs, and came with them back to his brother. "Here," be said, and knelt down in the darkness and fitted the moccasins upon the younger boy's feet. They sat a little while longer on the log. Privation seemed to have dwarfed the energy even in so young children, and now that they saw a way out of captivity, the impnlse to accept it seemed gone. At last the older boy aroused himself from the state of apathy they bad fallen into. "Now," be said, "don't move. Stay here till I come back." "\Vhere are you goiug ?" ''We need protection, little Jacob." ''Where are you going? Why do you leave me here alone?" "We must have a gun," he said, and disappeared in the darkness. Again did he make bis way back to the campfire. There was a musket lying beside one of the sleepers, and he stooped aud picked it up, and prepared to move off. The sleeper stirred, and changed his position, so that his face turned up to the boy, gleaming like mahogany in the fire glow. All apathy was gone from the boy then. What had come to him when he looked upon bis dead father awoke again. Grasping the musket in llis firm, brown hands, he looked down at the face. Here was one of his father's murderers! Perhaps th is very man had struck the blow: perhaps it was he who bad first fired the cabin; perhaps it was h e who had worn the bearskin, and been watched for days by the boy who now looked upo11 him, holding him in his power. Might not the debt be paid now? Instiuctively he raised tbejrnmmer of the musket. He lost sight of everything else around him but the man who lay i11 bis power. 'i' irnt face gleamed out at him. tempting him. A fierce longing came to him now-this

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I THE BU Ff ALO BILL STORIES. 31 moment-to place that gun barrel close to that treacherous countenance and send a soul out to the dread unknown in memory of his father. Fear was gone frob1 the boy now, and he stood there as reckless of life as he was ever after. The helpless Indian face tormented him; more and more he burned to wreak vengeance. He looked about him, and saw the many recumbent forms. Oh, to kill all! At least, he might die in the attempt. I Theu he thought of his relyiug brother, waiting for him on tlie log in the black, dense wood. "I ha Ye no time now," he said, slinging his weapon over bis shoulder, and leaping over savage after savage with a step as light as the air, anci, buoyed up,' be came back to his brother. They set out immediately. Young as they were, they were sufficiently expert in tracing paths in the woods to fi11d their way out. There was nothing but a charred ruin remaiuiug of their home, but they were to make their way to their mother, and sisters and brothers. Again the leaves crisped under their tread; farther and farther from the light of the fire they went. "Remember," said I,cwis 'Wetzel once, "there must he no more whimpering. If you whinlper, I'll leave you here." ''Are yon afraid of them?" asked his little brother, tremulonsly. ''It is because I want them to me that I mean to escape," was the reply. So they weut 011, casting many a glance back through the ebon darkness, where the now dim light of tbe campfire was but as the glow of a candle they had often seen set in the window at home to guide them on their way from the huuting of a stray sheep or cow. They had not been gone long when the Indian whose gun had been purloined awoke and discovered his loss. The fact of the escape was made known at once, and a pursuit instituted. The boys, going along, heard the Iucliaus hard ou their heels. Once they were almost overtaken, the Indians brnshi11g closely past them. ''Down!" whispered Lewis, and he and his brother precipitated thei11sclves into the sea of tall grass all around them, and which th e ir pursuers beat with clubs without discovering the objects of their search. Long the boys laid there. Then the pursuing party passed .on. "Up!" said Lewis Wetzel, and he and his brother fell in the rear of the .searchers, and took up their travels again toward liberty. \ Then they beard the Indians ret:1rni11g, cursing the I guard and everybody concerned, for the loss of two cap-tives who had not so much as left their scalps behind, but had stolen a gun ancl two pairs of moccasins-and only boys at that! When the boys heard the angry voices returning, they precipitated themselves into the grass agaiu, and a second time escaped detection. Then, when the party had passed by they went feebly on again. They were theu followed by two Indians on horseback, whom they eluded in the same mauner. But these Indians drove their horses over the grass in a haphazard manner, and more than once the boys narrowly escaped death. But they did escape, and a day more fouud them beyond the reach of the braves. They subsisted for days ou roots, for though they had a gun they had no ammunition but the one load in it, and that Lewis refused to use on mere game, expecting more deadly use for it were they pursued a second time (which was not to be), and, after slow marches and strong endeavors to counteract the weakness stealing O\'er them, they reached the river. In their sorry condition, and knowing that that river must be crossed before they could be near friends, the two boys made a raft, the implement for making which was a jack-knife, aud their clothing torn in strips to tie the planks together when the withes from the trees failed them. In this raft they crossed the river, two boys made men by sorrow and wrong. When they reached the other side, Lewis was nearly exhausted from the bleeding of the wound in his breast. "We must reach Wheeling," he said to bis brother, ai1d despite pain and weakness they again pushed onward, and slowly, but surely, they sigh. ted Wheeling and friends. From afar off they saw the place, and could discern the people moving about. "But it is so far," pl e aded the younger boy. "Yon will go, as I tell you to," said the other. Nearer and nearer they went to the place. Once out of the tall grass they could be seen, and a man saw them. They could see this man, his band before his eyes, looking in their direction, and apparently hallooing to those about' him; then the boys encountered grass again. When they emerged, they were within hailing distance; in a few minutes more they were in Wheeling. There they were met by their mother and her friends. Freeing himself from the hysteric woman's embraces, Lewis Wetzel stood apart from them all. ''He is hurt in the breast," said a little girl-Berta Rosencranz. "Never mind my hurt," he said to those anxious to attend to him. "I am thinking-of my father." ''He is crazed," said old Eberly, their one-time neighbor. ''He is not!" cried the littl<'! girl, stamping her foot, her eyes blazing. For several minutes the boy stood thus apart, bis mother bitterly weeping, her little family huddled up beside her, and the child Berta alone gazing on Lewis with understanding of the feeliug swaying him. Sud.

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32 THE BUFF ALO Bill STORIES. denly throwing the Indian's musket from him, and raising his clinched J1and, he cried: ''I swear to kill every Indian that crosses my path,. so long as God lets me live!" For a moment there was a stunned silence; the vehemence, the energy, and, moreover, a certain quality they had not expected from the lad startled the rude sympathizers into a calm of wonder and awe. Then his mother broke out in wails, wringing her hands and declaring that her child was mad, and asking despairingly, "What shall I do? What shall I do?" She grasped her other child, so recently r ecove r ed, and held convulsively to him. "Lewis I Lewis!" she cried, "what does it all 111eau ?" What can it all mean? First your father, then you. I am wild! I am wild! I am afraid for the first time in my life, and I don't know what makes me afraid." His little brother, whom he had brought into Wheeling, broke from bis mother, and stood beside him. "Your oath is mine!" he said, stoutly. The girl Berta had thrown herself upon the ground weeping. The mother rent the air with her cries. How that oath was more than mere boyish bravado their after-life attested. The energy of youth kept a live their hatred, until it had become a characteristic defying age or calmer 'judgment to effect alteration or mitigation. Hurled at one fell swoop from childish inconsequence and carelessnes, their childish natures forsook them; they were hardened men, with more than a man's ordi nary responsibility. Young boys were men when they could do a man's work among the settlers, and what the endurance and trials of a bringing-up such as theirs had been "inculcated in them made them like the savages whose childish rearing was not a whit wilder than that of white boys. A descendant of old neighbor Eberly told the present writer not long since that an old paper, found among some family books, and written by Eberly's hand, has this note: "Lowis Wetzell a prime young !add made oath to-day that bee wold kill every Injun as come on his path. A bad beginning for so young a lad. I spoke to him about it, and he ansered n othing. Hee seemed 1 ike to a grown man all to once. Hee h ad such an air about hini that I could say nothing to dissuade him after a bitt. Hee has s11ffered much: hee never smiled all day, as childeru will when surrounded by other childeru and soon forgit their losses. And the strange part of it is that nobod y thinks the oath out of the way nor odd for a !add to make. It sounds odd, and it looks odd on paper. But looking at the ladd and seeing his harde face and harde eyes, it seemeth not so odd nor out of the way. The Lord be with us all, and rid us of our many troubles now clustering about these colonies that are no louger England's outposts, praise the Lord!" To his last day, Wetzel kept his oath and. killed every Indian he came across. He was himself finally killed by au Indian at the age of forty-four years. Wetzel's Adventure. Lewis Wetzel, when he had attained manhood, was known along the whole border as an "Indian :fighter." He had attained the skill of reloading his rifle while running, and this saved his life more than once. With a full knowledge f Indian tactics and stratagems, and the trail-which he could follow as readily as the Indians themselves-in all a perfect woodsman, he was a formidable foe. He was usually attired in deerskin leggins, moccasins made of tough buffalo bide of his own manufactnre, a hunting shirt, and a coonskin cap, the tail of which hung over his shoulder. H e was armed with a knife similar to the onei:; that. are.now called "bowie," an
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I 4 JESSE JAMES STORIES WE were the first pub-lishers in the world to print the famous sto ries of the James Boys, written by that remarkable man, W. B. Lawson, whose name is a watch. word with our boys. We.'.! have had many imitators, Jesse James. and in order that no on shall be deceived in accepting the spurious for the real, we are now publishing the best stories of the James Boys, by Mr. Lawson, in a New Library entitled" The Jesse James Stories," one of our big five-cent weeklies, and a sure winner with the boys. A number of issues have already appeared, and these which follow will be equally good; in fact, the best of their kind in the world. STREET & SMITH, Pnblishers, New BUFFALO BILL STORIES The only publication authorized by the Hon. Wm. f. Cody ( Buffalo Bill) Buffalo Bill. WE were the publishers of the first story ever written of the famo and world-renowned Buffalo Bill, the great hero whose life has been one succession of excit m g and thrilling ii;cidents combined with great successes a,nd accomplishments, all of which will be tald in a series of grand stories which we are now placing before the American Boys. The popularity they have already obtained shows 'what the boys want, and is very gratifying to the publishers. STREET & SMITH, Publishers, New York. l t NICK CARTER STORIES THE best known detective in the world is Nick Carter. Stories by this noted sleuth are is sued regularly in "Nick Carter Weekly (price five cents), an d all his Nick Carter. work is written for us. It may interest the patrons and readers of the Nick Carter Series of Detective Stories to know that these famous stories will soon be produced upon the stage under unusually elaborate circum stances. Arrangements have just been completed between the publispers and Manager F. C. Whitney, to present the entire set of Nick Carter stories m dramatic form. The first play of the series will be brought out next fall. STREET & SMITH, Publishers, NEW YoRK. DIAMOND. DICK STORIES Diamond Dick. THE celebrated Diamond Dick stories can only be found in "Diamond Dick, Jr., the Boys' Best Weekly." Diamond Dick and bis son Bertie are the most unique aud fascina ting heroes of Western romance. The scenes, and many of the incidents, in these exciting stories ?-re taken fr om real life. Diamond Dick stories are conceded to be the best stories of the West, and are all copyrighted by us. The weekly is the same size and price as this publication, with handsome illuminated cover. Price, five cents. STREET & SMITH, Publishers, New York.


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