Buffalo Bill's victories. Chapters 119-123

Buffalo Bill's victories. Chapters 119-123

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A ,VVEEKLY PUBLICAT10 N DEVOTED TO BORDER H S.TO -i ssued Weekly By S ubsc r iption $2 50 per yea r Entered as S e con d Cl as s Matter at New Yor k P us t O ffi c e b y STREET & 5MtTH, 238 William St. N. Y. No. 29. Five Cents . ONE O F US, EITHER YOU OR I, SHALL DIE ON THIS SPOT, BUFFALO BILLI" SAID THE GOLD-CRAZED HUNTER.-(CHAPTll:R CXXJII. }


: mo11rs A WEEKLY PUBLICATION DEVOTED TO BORDER Hl5TORY Iss"'1d Weeily. By $2so fer year .. Entered as Second 11atter at the N. Y. Pos t Office, by STREET & Sl!ITH, a 3a Wiom St., N. Y. Entered accordwg to Act of lonJlTess in tu year 1r;o1, 111 tM Oi/iet oftM Librarian of Congre ss W'ashington, IJ. C. No. 29. NEW YORK, November 30, 1901. Price Five Cents. BUff ALO ILL'S VICTORIES. By the author of "BUFFALO BILL." CHAPTER CXIX. A RIDE FOR LIFE-A DESPERATE SITUATION. A man was climbing s1owly _up a steep trail, his splendid horse l1eld in check to prevent him from overtaxing his strength; for both the rider and the animal he rode showed signs of their way having been long and hard. The horseman was Buffalo Bill, the noted army scout, famous in song and story for his deeds of dar ing, and the dreaded foe of hostile Indians and out l a w bands of wl1ite men. The hor se he rode was a jet black stallion once the king of a vast herd of wild mustangs known as the "Prairie Whirlwind," and an animal that had defied all efforts to capture him by Indians and palefaces. The maguificent animal had as well avoided all traps set for him, until one day it was Buffalo Bill's good luck to corner the superb horse, fight him to a finish, and finally to subdue him. From that day the "Whiriwind. l.iad been to his master as faithful as a dog, obeying his slightest word. "Well, Whirlwind, here we are at last, and we have got to look out for ourselves, as the redskin camp is only a few miles from here up in .the moun tains," s aid Buffalo Bill, halting upon the summit of the ridge he had ascended, and keeping in ti'1e shadow of the trees that lined each side of the spur. After a short rest Cody left his horse to crop the grass that grew about him, while he cautiously ad vanced out upon the ridge, upon the top of which ran a trail which seemed to be frequently traveled over. "If the Indians kept on as they were going they should be in the foothills by this time, and the Pawnee will arrive after dark, for he will not dare approach the hills except ui1der cover of the night; so I will wait here until the redskins pass, and then camp on their trail until the Red Snake comes up," muttered Bill, as he turned slowly into the trail lead ing up the mountain.


2 THE BUFF /\LO BilL STORR ES. But he had gone but a huudred paces when he stopped short, listened an instant, and turning, fled back to the shelter wliere he had left his horse. Hardly had he disappeared when there came dash ing down the trail a horse and rider, and the sight filled Buffalo Bill with horror, for the animal's rei11s were flying loose and in his saddle was a young girl, her bound hands clasped and 'held upward as thoug h in supplication. "Great God! it is the g.irl I seek! and this ridge ends in a cliff!" The ";'.Ords came quickly from the lip5 of the scout, aud as he uttered the last word the animal

' BU ff ALO Bill STORIES. 3 strong lariat, while, feeling her weight, though not seeing her, Buffalo Bill cried in a quivering yoice: "Thank God, the lariat holds and she is safe!" Hardly hacl'Whirlwincl been thrown b;:ick upon his haunches to receive the weight that must come upon the lariat when Buffalo Bill sprang from his saddle to Jrnsten to the rescue of the young girl, whom his skill as a lariat-thrower had arrested in her downward flight to death. He had remembered that the cliff ret rea ted back ward from its edge, 'so that there was no danger th a t tbe girl, swinging backward and forward like a hu g e pen d ulum, would be dashed against the rocky sides; therefore, excepting her terrible fright, he expectd \ to find her unhurt. But hardly had he reached the edge of the cliff and looked over when he was startled by the clatte r of ho ofs thundering down the trnil. One glance showed him that the lariat held the maiden firmly, having settled about her waist; bnt li e r head had drooped forward, her arms had dropped from their supplication, and as she vibrated to and fro from that dizzy height, he knew that she had swooned away. It was a most critical moment for the unconscious maiden, as well as for Buffalo Bill, for he knew .that he had to turn to face whoever it was that was tlmn dering down the trail toward him at such a headlong speed, while if Whirlwind were to get startled and bound away from the stand where he was, the death uf the poor girl was certain. Wheeling quickly, he sprang to the side of his noble steed and said, soothingly: "Hold firm, old fellow, and I'll take care of us all.," With tl!at he bounded up the trail to a tree a few paces distant, and had just gotten to its shelter when there dashed into sight a horseman. It was Iron Arm, a white renegade chief. His eyes were fixed upun the cliff ahead, and beholding the horse standiug as he did, one eud of the taut lariat fastened to the saddle horn, the other out of sight over the edge of the jutting rock, he came to a halt, while his eyes searched the scene fo:F the rider. Instantly he saw him, for Buffalo Bill, apparently recognizing the horseman, stepped from behind the tree, covering him with his revolver, while he said, calmly: "vVe meet again, sir, and this time I know you as you are.'' "Ha! Buffalo Bill, what do you here in hearing of five hundred Indians who seek your life?" cried Iron Arm. "Do you see that horse?" asked the scout, coolly. "Yes." "Yun notice that he holds a weight at the other end of the lariat?" "Yes." "\Vell, that weight is the form of a young girl whom your warriors have captured, and whom I came here to save, and I do not intend that you and your whole tribe of redskins shall prevent my doing so.)) "Don't talk like a fool, for a call will bring my warriors to my side," said the renegade, angrily. "Just call them if you wish that they shall find you dead and scaiped when they come, for I am not 011e to miss a villain when r'draw trigger on him." "I want no quarrel with you, Buff alo Bill, for you saved me from a cruel death once, and--" "vVhich I now r egret, as I have since lecirned that you are Iron Arm, the renegade, though then I be lieved your story that you were au honest hunte r, and therefore saved you from beiug han ged as a thief by the cowboys. "Now I know you, I would draw a trigger on you with pleasure." "And yout: shot would bring my braves up on you.'' "Bah! you cannot scare me with Indiaus, while I have my good horse near me and my arms; but come, dism ount and let me look after y ou, that I may rescue that poor girl ere she returns to con sciousness aud goes mad with fright." "Tliat girl is my captive, Buffalo Bill, and you


' THE BUFF ALO BBLL STORIESo 11ave bllt saved her from death fer me t o wreak my w h o h a d swnng b e t we e n h eave n and er.rth all t iies e vengeance upon her," was the hoarse reply of tl1e h e ld there by the faithful vVhirlwind. renegade. ' Di smount from tha t hors e you accursed r e n e gade, or I will s end a bull e t thro u g h yom heart, '1 was the ringing r esponse of t he scoul. Iron Arm, the renegade c hief of the Sioux, wa s in a most perilous situat i o n equall y a s much s o as w a s the maiden who still swung to and fro at the e n d u f the l ariat, for the scout wa s walking toward him with his r evolver covering his h eart, a nd the look of a m a u who intended to pull if h e w a s n o t obey e d. Iron Arm knew the scout well, and his deadly aim with the r evolver was b10wn in all that S outhwes t c ouutry s o that he could not hope that h e would miss him, should he fire. His own weapons were in his belt, and he dared not make an attempt to draw them, well knowing that the slightest movement would cause his death. Straight up to Iron Arm walked the scout, and a gain lie spoke irt a tone that showed that he would stand no trifling: ''Dismount or die! Take your With an oath, Iron Arm started to dismount, int ending to get down on the opposite side of his horse from Bllffalo Bill, bt1t the latter was too cunning to be catlght by a11y trick, and seizing the leg of the renegade he dragged him back with a force that he could not resist, while he shoved the revolver hard against his side and said, sternly: "This side, sir!" There was nothing to do but obey, and Cody quickly disarmed the man, and then ordered: "Li e down, sir, flat on your face." An oath broke from betwee n the teeth of the renegade, but he promptly ob ey ed, ,and reaching for the lariat that hung on the saddle h o rn of his captive horse, the scout bo11nd his hands behind his back and then s ecurely hobbled his feet. "Now yoll'll wait t i ll I'm re ady for you," said the scout, and he b o undecl rapidly t"o the edge of the cliff: h i s foc e wearing nn anxious look for the g irl He looked ov e r w ith f ear and trembling J est he sh oula see tlie maide n conscious atid crazed w ith fright, bu t tl1e hand s still hung listlessly before h e r, tlie h ead s t i ll d roope d, and he was confident that she w as y e t in a swoon. The n the t erri ble thought came to him that she might be d ead L ving flat down, be leaned over and began to draw up_ slow ly the precious burden, the while speakiug a k ind vvord to his horse, for fear he might move su ddenly, cause him to loo s en his hold and thus cut tbe rope upon the jagged rock. At l as t his h and grasped the coil around her body and seizing a firm hold, he drew her over the edge of the cl iff to safety, while great beads of prespiration broke out his face, and he almost gasped for breath, so great had be e n the suspense. "Bravo, Buffalo Bill! You have done what few men could do," cried Iron Arm, as he lay bound, g a z ing upon every action of the scout. But Bill made no reply, for he hardly dared trust his voice to speak, and sat still, holding the slender form in his strong arms and gazing down into the beautiful face, which was white and still as though the life pulse had cea s ed to beat forever. At last he drew a deep sigh and laid his fingers lightly upon the pulse. The. steady beat answered his touch, though faintly, and he said in a low tone: "Thank God, she lives." "And so say I, for I feared the shock had killed her. But now to business,'' said the renegade. "What mean you ?n "I have an offer to hrnke you." "Which I will refuse.,,,. "Hear me first." "\Veil, go on." "It is rumored that there are gold mines in tl1ese mountains." "Yes." "I can take you to a mine of vast value."


l'HE BUFFJ\LO BILL STORIESo 5 "Well?" "I will lead you to it, and protect you as a miner from all my tribe, if you will give that girl into my power.'' "Not for every in these hills would I." "What is she to you?" "A woman." "Ahl you love her." "I never saw her but once before to-day, and then not to speak to her.'' "And yet you risk your life to come here in search of her?" "Yes, as I would risi< my life to any woman in peril." "We11, I love her, Buffalo Bill." "Your love is an insult to her." "Re that as it may, but she was once my promised wife.'' "This innocent girl once pledged to you?" de manded Bill, with scorn in his tone. "Yes, for I was not always what I now am, a fugitive, a renegade." "I admit that I believe that you have been a differ ent man, Iron Arm, but it is with the present, not with the past, that we now have to deal, and although you twice helped me out of a scrape where my scalp was wanted, I would shoot you down with out remorse before you should bring 11arm upon that poor girl." ''Then yo.u refuse to sell her to me for the secret of the gold mine which I possess?" "Yes; she is not for sale." "You would enrich yourself for life and you could tell her father that the Indians had killed her." "You are a fool, Iron Arm, to expect me to be as bad as you are, besides, if you knew of a mine, I well know that you would soon reap its riches and leave this wild life as a fugitive from justice. "No, I have rescued the girl, and because you have done me a good turn in the past, I will not kill you, but let you get back to your redskin pards as best you can, but r.emember, if ever I meet you again, I will kill you if in my power. "Now, sir, this poor girl needs my care, and I will leave you as soon as I have gagged you, for I want no yells for braves. So saying, Buffalq Bill stepped forward and with a buckskin string and a stick was preparing to gag liis prisoner wlien su ddenly down upon his sl1onlders dropped a huge Sioux warrior, from the tree over head, and his weight and the blow bore him heavily to the ground. There was one young warrior among the band of Iron Arm, who was a rising persouage among his people, when no one else could find a trail he was certain to do so, and with bow and arrow, lasso, and as a horseman, he had no superior. His ponies were the best in the herd, his weapons were the finest, his tepee had more relics of the chase than any other, and in drtss he was a dandy, while his courage none dared to dispute. With Iron Arm he was a great favorite, and it was to ask the renegade chief to let him take a few war riors on a raid upon the settleme11ts, that he had gone, when bis quick eye detected a fresh trail that he saw had been made by two horses goi11g at full speed. Hastily he followed upon the trail, to come upon a scene that gave him a surprise. Reining his pony back in the shadow, Red Do_s, as the young brave was called, hastil y dismo1111ted, and hitching his rein ove r a li1nb, glided quickly into the buslies and disappea red. After some time he r eappeared, and he was among the limbs of a large tree growing a few paces from where lay Iron Arm. Lying bound as he was, the eyes of the renegade fell upon !Jim, and he gave a slight start, but was instantly calm and indifferent as he saw Buffalo Bill just tlien draw the maiden to safety upon the cliff. With the nimbleness of a squirrel, and as noise lessly as a snake, Red Dog wormed himself ont upon a large limb that almost llnug over the prisoner, and then lay quiet and watching as patiently as a cat would a mouse. What passed between his white chief and the scout


6 THE BUFFALO BbLL STORIES. he did not understand; but he foll y comprehended the intention of Bllffalo Bill, when he stepped for ward to gag bon Arm, and then he drew himself up like a panther ready for the fatal leap. The scout was ten feet from him, and more than that distance beuea tli hill!, but the Indian knew that the body of his foe would break his fali, and he sprang upon him in a heap. Of course, beneath such a weight Buffalo Bill could not but go down, and he fell heaviiy, the In dian on top of him, while Iron Arm shouted forth: "Bravo, my brave Red Dog! Th is shall 111ake you a chief.'' But, fortunately, Buffalo Bill had not been hurt by the blow or fall, and ever on his guard agafost a surprise, he had his powerful grip upon the redskin ere he fell to the ground. The shock, however, had knocked the revolver out of his hand, as it had .a lso the knife which Red Dog had hela, and it therefore became a struggle for the mastery, with the odds against Bill, should the renegade chief be able to take a hand in the encounter .. Red Dog was a larger man than his white foe, and had so often mastered the warriors of his tribe that he had come to believe that no one could equal him in strength. He was therefore con:;idera bly taken aback when he found that his white adversary was not a man to easily handle. He could have sent an arrow in to Bill's heart from a distance, but he had recognized the famous scout, and to gloat in having capturerl him alive and at the same time saved his chief's life. Confident, therefore, he had not !1esitated to match himself against the scout. As for Bill, he had feared that each moment might bring upon him some of his foes. He he.cl, therefore, been only suprised at the direc tion from whence the redskin had come. Retaining his presence of mind, cool and determined to make it a death struggle, while he was delighted that no other Indians w e re in sight, he began business at once, and the grip he got upon the savage was not shaken off. Of all the men on that Southwest border, Buffalo Bill knew that he had never met his superior in stren g th, and he w::is the refore a little surprised that he could not h a ve it all his own way with the Indian; but knowing that he had a foe worthy of him, he nerved himself harder to the t as k of triumphing over him. Lying apart, Iron Arm gazed upon the fierce con te s t with interest. B y rolling in the way of th'e white man he might have worried him, and in many little ways aided his comrade; but he was too great a lover of sport to interfe re, unless it was absolutely necessary to save his own life, and, in fact, re a lized then how little it w a s that he could do. Like snakes wound together the two men fought, rolling over upon the rocks, rising to their knees, then to th ei r feet, to fall again and wind about in every concei vab le shape. Now and theu Buffalo Bill would free his good right a rm from the grip of the Indian, and send his fis t into his face with terrific force, but before it could b e repeated the redskin would have his tenacious grasp upon him again, well knowing tha t such p11nisl11nent, which he h a d n either the white man'5 skill nor power to deliver, would soon end the e n counter. Once in the fier ce strnggle Bill cast his eyes to where he had p laced the m aide n. She was there, and, to his gre

THE BUFF /\LO BILL STORIES. 1 D;: an exertion of superhuma n strength the India n transferred the sceue of combat to the cliff brink be fore Buffalo Bill fully r ealized his fell purpose. He had heard the words and 11nderstood them, for h e spoke the S ioux tongue, bnt their import he did not grasp until he saw himself pressed toward the very edge of the cliff. He had thougl1t that tbe Indian meant tl1at if h e killed him he would be used np by his victory ns to die, too, bnt realizing now that the brave meant to plunge with him over the cliff, he put forth all his strength to prevent it. CHAPTER CXX. A TIMELY SHOT-AGAINST ODDS. "Not so fast, Mr. Redman!" gasped Buffalo Bill, che'cking their flight to tl1e precipice's edge by a giant effort, which enraged the Indian to madness, fur he endeuvored to fasten his teeth in tlie face of his foe. The act of Red Dog was, however, understood by Iron Arm, who wbhing t o lose his best brave, determined to make an effor t to save him by doing all :in his power. At once he began to make his way as best he conk\ toward the combatants, when his act was d etected by Buffalo Bill, who quickly called out: "Ho, Whirlwind! watch l1im watch him, boy!" The noble animal had stood apart, gazing with almost human interest upon the struggle, bnt at the call of his master he seem e d to what was intended of him, and trotted right up to the bound renegade, showed his glittering teeth, and checked his further progress. "Ha, ha! Iron Arm, I dare yon to move!" cried Bill, panting for breath, and the chief knew better than to do so, for tlie vi cious horse stood r eady to jump upon him all'd trample him to death or to r end him with his teetk "Oh, God! must I remain quiet when a brute teaches me my duty?" The words broke from the lips of the captive girl, and she essayed to rise to her feet, as though to go to the aid of Buffalo Bill, who saw her movement. But her deathlike pallor showed that her strength had gone from her, and she was unable to stand, and with a low moan her head dropped upon her breast, while she murmured: "No; no, I cannot save him. I have not the power to move.'' In the meantime the two fiercely struggling combatants h arl reached the very edge of the cliff, and, s till grasping each other, lay _glaring with savage hate, the one npon the other. As thus they lay, the scont held the advantage, for the Indian was nearest to the precipice. Could the redskin once more start to roll, he would go over the edge of the cliff with his paleface foe. This Riil well knew, and he braced himself so as to prevent it. Thus they lay for some minutes, garn111g breath, and then Red Dog put forth every atom of strength for tbe last fatal strnggle, and made his. giant effort to go over the cliff with his enemy. And so territic was this effort that it was well11igh succ essful; but, at the last instant, in the very nick of time, Buffalo Bill wrenched his body aronnd and was thus carried to the very edge. A moment of s118pense, another strnggle, and tlie redskin's body went over, and for one brief second of. time it see m ed as if his white adversary 111119.t follow him. But the t oes of i1is cavalry boots Buffalo Bill dr' e liard down upon the rock, his knees and elbows were thrust forward, and though they were blistered, they held firm, and lie remained on tlie cliff, with the redskin swinging over, and each still locked in the other's cllltch with a grip. that death alone could sepnrate. In horror, the yonug girl gazed upon the sicke1iing scene, and then, with a cry, she fointed. As Iron Arm, tlie renegade beheld tl1e two, a cmse broke from h'is lips, with the words: "Good God, both must go now!" The Indian knew well that the end had come, and


8 THE BUfFJ\LO Bill STORIES. w as prepared to meet it; but lie would not release the grasp be held upon his life, and yet hoped to drag him over with him. _And the scout felt that it was but a question of time as to how long the Indian could hold out, and as to whether the redskin conld u se any means to dr:ig him over was a still more anxious thought. The latter idea seemed to strike Red Dog, as he saw that his white enemy was still capable of con s iderable endurance, while he was well-nigh exhausted, and he began to sc:e if he could not work him over the hill in some way. By jerks, he ma11aged to draw him nearer the edge; but at this he knew he could not hold out long enough to accomplish his purpose, so he drew hi s legs up under him, and a yell of j oy broke from his lips as he felt one foot touch the rocky wall beneath. Buffalo Bill fully realized what advantage the r ed skin had gained, for, with the weight of his foe agai11st him, added to a determination to force him over with him, and the pushing of his feet, he held him in bis power, as lying flat upon the smooth rock he could get no "By the stars but this is a hard death to die!" came from between Bill's white lips, but otherwise there was no crying ont against his fate. He had faced death boldly wi t h the hope of life, and now, when there seemed no hope for him he would not repine, b11t would meet the end as a brave man should. Slowly he felt himself slipping toward the very brink. "You are drawing me pretty near the balance spot, redskin, and then down we go; but I'll not let go my grip on you till death gets his on me," grimly said Buffalo Bill. But as he uttered the words he started, his eyes flashed, and a cry broke from his lips, a ringing cry of joy. Then he shouted, in tones that sent the echoe,s flying down the canyon, and startled redskin and renegade alike: "Fire, Pawnee!" A yell came 11p from the valley bel o w, then a whirring s ound, and a deatli cry burst from the lips of the Sioux, as an arrow buried itself deep in his back between his shoulders. He made one despei:ate effort to drag his foe with him, and then his grasp while the scout quickly recovered his balance, and keeping his hold upon the Sioux with his left hand, dragged his knife I from his belt with hi s right h and and hissed: "I want your scalp, Mister Redskin." With the words, the trophy was torn from the b ead and releasing his grip upon his foe, Buffalo Bill saw him dash downward with the speed of au arrow to crn:;h to a shapel e ss mass upon the rocks far below. It must be admitted that Buffalo Bill had wellnigh met his match in Red Dog, the Sioux, though uuder other circ11mstanes he might have found the Indian more eas y to handle. 'rhe redskin was stripped for the fra y and had the advantage of attacking under a surprise, while the scout was hampered by 11is clothing, and had been knocked down at the outset, wliich, momentarily, was a draw ba ck. Had lie bee11 able to hold his own and keep himself from slipping, tl1e strength of the Indian would soo n have given and he would have dropped, leaviug hi s foe in safe ty. B11t the wary Indian was not going alone to death, and with the slight resistance to being dragged over which Bill could make, he had tl1e tide turn in his favor, and but for tl1e shot of the P

THE BU.ff ALO B!lL STORJES. 9 Anx1 o us about the maiden, whom a glance had shown h i m had a second time lost consciousness, Bill shoo k himself togethe r, as it were, and slowly rose to Ji is fe e t. Turni n g he starte d b ack, fo r he saw that he \\'as ag:J?n -i:1 lronble. In the firs t b lo w of the falling Indian upon his ba c k he had had h i s revolver knocked fr o m his liaucl, and in the uerce struggle that foll owed, his s econd pistol b een t orn fr o m h i s belt a n d now lay some distance from h 'm. N o w h e stood armed only with his bowie knife, while c onfronting him, a n d s t anding w i t hin tel' feet of him, \Vere thre e S ioux warrio r s their arrows set and drawn back, ready for their flight into his bosom did he male the sl'glitest liostlle demonstration. Buffalo Bill was never thrown off his balance, no matter what occnrred, and a glance was sufficient to show him that he wns iu a deadly fix. Then a look to one side showed him the crouching form of the captive girl. a.:;ain c onsciou5, and her frightened eyes romuing from his face to the three warriors. Next, he glanced at Iron Arm, and beheld that worthy upon the gronnd, h i s face full of triumph, and wearing a gloating smile. "'Well, I'm in bad luck, it seems," he said, coolly, addressing the reuegade. "Yes, yo11 certainly are, while I am in good luck to have Cunning Wolf and his two brapes come suddenly to my rescue. "You'll up with your hands, of course, for I don't wish my two warriors to have to kill you?" "I am no fool, Iron Arrn, to commit suicide by resisting, where there is not the ghost of a chance for me.'' "Then you surrender?" "Of course." "I do not promise to save yon." ''Nor do I ask it, but. I do ask that you let that poor girl go." "Never." ''Will you prove yourself less merciful than tlie savage s yuu herd with ?11 asked Buffalo Bill. "This is none of your affair." "I have made it such." "And you arc i11 my power as is tl1at girl. "S!1e knows my terms, anc.l. if she accedes to them, all will be well-if sl1e refuses, tlieu upon her head rest what follows." "Oh, sir, I do not know him, and yet he says that \ he seeks reveuge upon me and mine," cried the young girl, again striving to rise, but finding herself unabl e to do so. "Bah! you talk like a mad woman, Rilla Rivers, for well do you know me, and you sl :ail find out that I will keep my word. "This fool here has sought to rescue you from me, and you see tl1at lie has but shortened bis days by so d o in g for my warriors will torture him to death, for lon g have they wished to get this Curse of the Trail, as they call him, in their power." "And yo11 came here to rescue me?" said the girl, i11 a low, earnest voice, turning to Buffalo Bill. "Yes, lady." "But yon are not one of my fri .ends, so risk your life for me?'' "I risked my life for you, lady, as I would for any one in danger, and I only that I have not been able tu keep the pledge I made to your father and rescue you.'' "Tile pledge you made my father?" said the maiden, in a dazed kind of way. "Yes, lady; but do not give np hope, for I'm not so sure that yonder renegade has it all his own way yet.,, "Ha! you think that you have aid at i1and ?" cried Iron Arm, who had not known of the existence of the Pawnee in the valley, nor understood Bill's words addressed to him, but who bad supposed that he had managed to get hold of his knife, and thus rid him-self of his red foe. Still bound, for his warriors had glided upon the scene, their bows bent upon Bill, Iron Arm lay where


10 THE BUFF ALO BILL he had been left by Buffalo Bill, with Whirlv.ind standing guard over him. To one side of the maiden, crouching down in the edge of the thicket, nd across the trail, near the chief, stood the warriors, with the scout upon the cliff, his arms folded upon his broad breast. With 11is face turned from the cliff, the scout alone saw that another person had gli de d upon the scene to make it more thrilling. The suspicion once awakened in the mi!ld of lro11 Arm, the renegade, that the scout had aid at band, from his words, caused tl1at w orthy to glance quickly about hiH1 i11to the gat!ieriug siiado w s whither the eyes of Bill were turned. But lie saw nothing to make him alarmed; yet, anxious, called to one of his warriors to release him of his bonds, while he remarked: 'I'll feel safer, Bill Cody, when I ,have you a prisoner in my village." The scout laughed lightly, and the warrior stepped forward to release his chief. But suddenly the red skin threw up his arms and fell clead upon him, an arrow in his heart. With ;i cry of alarm, the other two warriors turned to face their foe, and one sank to his knees, his bat tle cry upon his lips, as an arrow buried itself in his broad breast. With a bound, Buffalo Bill was upon the third, who had forgotten that he had left a dangerous foe in his rear, while facing about to find the one who had so quickly sent his comrade to .the happy hunting grounds. With his war cry cut short by the irou grip of the scout upon his throat, the Sioux had no time for resistance, ere he felt the keen blade of his white foe forcing itself deep into iiis bronze bosom, while his glazed eyes beheld suddenly bound upon the scene the deadly foe of his people, Red Snake, the Pawnee pard of Buffalo Bill. '"The Red Snake has twice saved his white brother; lie is a great chief,'' cried the scout, dropping the burly form of the dying Indian and graspi1,1g the hand of the Pawnee, who answered: "The Pawnee is glad when the heart of the Tlnm derbolt is pleased; but the Sioux are yonder like leaves, and we mttst be on the trail." "You are right; so just get that reneg:icle chief's horse yonder, for this lady, and we will, be off; bn t where is your animal?'' The Indian pointed down in the valley, aud stooping over the three slain Sioux, quickly took their scalps, whil e Bttffa l o Bill said with a light laugh: '"'Well, renegade, I ve won the game once more." "And do you intend to carry me a prisoner with you to the settlements?" somewhat anxiously asked the renegade "No, for I have no _time to bother with you; but I warn 'you, the ne x t time, Iron Ann, you and I will be quits. When I believed you different from what you are now I served you, and you more than repaid that s e rvice afterward, I admit, and this alone saves yon now; but beware of our next meeting." "This is a threat, Buffalo Bill." ''Yes." "Then you beware of our next meeting," was the hoarse rejoinder. The scout laughed lightly and remarked as he walked toward the girl: "Make your way as best you can, Iron Arm, to your village, and set your warriors upon my track, if they can find it in the darkness coming on." Turning to the girl, he continued: "Now, lady, we must get away from this, and you will have a hard ride before you ; but. once we reach the valley below we can defy pursuit, and you shaJI sopn be rettm! ed to your friends." "God bless you, sir," she said, faintly, while the scout severed the bonds that held her slender wrists. It was with a great effort that she was enabled to stand, but the Pawnee led forward the renegade chief's horse, and Bill raised her to the saddle. "Curse you, do you intend to steal m,y horse?" cried Iron Arm. "I'll borrow him, reuegaqe, and return him when I come back for your scalp. Good-by." "We shall meet again, my gallant scout, and you


THE BUFF ALO BILL STO RIES. 11 rem embe r, R i lla R ive r s yo u ma y escap e me now, b:it it is only for a time," c lled out tlie renegade c hief, as the party moved rapidly away. Seeking the nearest break in the steep hillside, they began tlie desc e nt, and afte r considerab l e diffi culty reached the v a lle y when their ears were greeted by the wild, ringing warwhoops of Iron Ann on the cliff above, summoning his warriors to his aid. ':Quick, Pawnee, run on and get the saddle from the dead horse under the cliff,'' cried Bill, as they neared the valley, and the Indian sped away like a deer. Arriving at the spot, they found the P a wnee with the side saddle, which had been but little damaged by the fall, and it was quickly transferred to the back of the renegade's horse, and the maiden found a much more comfortable mount. Red Snake, the Pawnee, then led his horse out of a thicket near by, and just< as night fell upon the val ley, the three fugitives started upon their flight for life, while the cliff above, upon which the lingering rays of the setting. sun still r es ted, was s een to be crowded with a howling band of Sioux brave s w ho sent showers of arrows after their foes, and then dis appeared to press on in hot pursuit. "Come, we must not be taken now," s a id Buffalo Bill, sternly, and placing hims e lf in the rear a s a guard, he urged on the .J;awue e and the m a iden in advance. But just then he glanc e d behind an d saw, standing up o n t h e edge of the cliff, the tall form o f the rene gade chief; and as he looked lie heard a long, l o ud, winding cry from the lip s of Iron Arm, and felt that it wa s s ome sign al. The next instant a shriek from t h e maiden st a rtled him, and suddenly there shot past him the steed of the renegade, be aring her upon h is back. The cry of the chie f h a d been a call to hi s horse, and the animal, faithful to its wicke d ma s ter, was speeding back to him like the very wind, and bt;ari11g hi? victim upon his back. "Save me! oh, s ave me!" shrieke d the young girl, in an agony of terror, uu able t o c heck the flying a nimal. "Spring to the ground," yell e d Bill, as he spurred away in purs u i t, hotly followed by th e Pawnee. But the girl se e med da zed n o w and did not ob ey, and as the fleet h o rs e near e d the cliff, at the base of which w e re now s een sever a l warrior s Buffalo Bill hi s sed through his s et te e th as he gra sped his revolver: "If I cannot sa ve her I w ill k i ll her rather than have her meet the fate that awaits her there." The animal wa s a g ood one, the fleetest of the trib e and h a d the advantc, g e of rest, while the scout s h o r s e had not; but Bill felt confident that' he could ov ertak e th e flyin g steed, and rescue the girl from her new danger, did he have a few moments to spare. There had, however, come rapidly down from th e cliff half a score of warriors on foot, and they stood in the shadow of the overhanging hill to catch the i r chief's horse when he should dash into their midst, and the scout did not doubt that there were others c oming ha s tily to the scene. He was determined to rescue the young girl at all odd s and rather than see her fall iuto the clutches of Iron Arm, he was tempted, as he said, to kill her, for again a captive he saw no possibl e coonce for her. On da s hed the h o r se bearing the maiden, right for the b a se of the cliff, wher e crouche d the warriors while above, distinctly vi s ible in the ling ering twi light s t o o d Iron Arm loudl y c a ll i n g t o the a n imal. Comin g on like a torna d o in pursuit, w as Buff a lo Bill, and cer ta inly gaining ou the animal h e pursu ed B ending forward in the saddle, as though a ll stren g th and l;iope had left her, was the maid en, clin ging de s pairingly to the horse s m a ne and g a zing upon the Indians in her fro11t. A fe'Y more bound s aud the flying horse rea c hed the bas e of the cliff, and half a-dozen strong arms sei z ed the bridle, while others drew her from the saddle. That instant Buffalo Bill d a shed upon the scene, his revolvers fo either hand.


12 THE BU ff ALO BILL Then he spra11g to the ground, aud the rattle of his r e volvers made deadly music, and he rushed directly 11pon the savages bearing the maiden away. Instantly they were brought to bay, aud turning, a fierce fight was begu11 while in thu11der tones from the cliff above was spoken in the Sioux tongue: "Let my warriors take that paleface alive." The scout had reached the side of the young girl and had grasped her about the waist, at the same time attempting to retreat, but at the cry of their chief, the warriors rushed upon him in a mass, and although several fell beneath his u11erring aim, he was borne down by 1111111 bers, and secur .ed with buckskin thongs, with the quickness and perfection which only an Indian can attain. But in the midst of the struggle, when eight or nine warriors were upon him, Buffalo Bill had no ticed one thing which gave him hope, and which, cunning and observing as they were, escaped the eyes of the Sioux. He had seen a tall form glide forward and then retreat, leading away Whirlwind and the horse of Iron Arm, and escaping with them undetected in the darkness. ''The Pawnee yet lives, if they have got me and the girl," mnttered Bill, in his cool way, and he glanced toward the who had also been boun'1 and stood n e ar. A call can1e from the chief on the cliff to bring the captives 11p there, and wishing to distract their attention from t he iio r s e s Bill s aid, in a low tone to the maiden: "1'o not walk, but make tl1em carry you. I have a motive in asking it." She bowed assent, and they both stood still when urged by the Indians to move on. Finding their commands useless, the warriors were forced to carry their captives, the scout giving them so much trouble that it took half-a-dozen to take care of him. "My brave s will return for their dead brothers," said the chief of the party, motioning toward the three dead warriors. "Yes, and your braves will fi11d them scalped, ot I do11't know the Pawnee, 11 muttered Buffalo Bill to himself, at the same time doubling up a huge redskin by driving his head with terrific force just above his belt, and causing him to utter a howl of rage and pain. With great difficulty, the Sioux at last got their captives up to the ridge, where they were met by the chief, who came forward in the darkness and said grimly: "Well, my Thunderbolt, you are again in my power.'' "Yes, renegade, the luck's against me just now, 11 was the cool reply. "And you, too, my sweet Rilla, I shall have the pleasure of entertaining as my guest. 11 "Again I tell you, renegade, I am not the one you think me to be. 11 "Bah, don't be a fool, girl, for my eyes do not de ceive me. You are Rilla Rivers and no one else. But come, we will not tarry here, but on to the vil lage. "You, Cunning Wolf, caught my horse a11d the animal that belonged tQ this scout?" and the last was addressed to the Sioux chie_f and in that tongue. Running Wolf had to confess that he had forgotten about the horses in the excitement of catching the captives. "Then send several of } our young braves to look them up and bring them on to the village, 11 was the order, and the party moved up the ridge, Bill giving no further trouble, to the surprise of his captors. A walk of a mile or more brought them to the Sionx village, situated in a fastness of the mountaitJs, and a most secure retreat. Tepee fires blazed and there, a11d a vast crowrl -0f braves, squaws and children assembled to greet the prisoners, and h e ap upon tliem abuse that made the maiden shudder as she gazed into the cruel, wild faces about her. Into a log cabin wliich the wh i te chief had built for his own use, the two captive s were thrus t, and. before the door was placed a guard.


THE BU ff f\.LO BILL STORIES. 13 "'fhere is a room for you, Rilla Rivers, and one for yon, Cqdy and you can make yourselves com fortable here until morning," said Iron Arm, and he turned and left the cabin, while his fair captive sank dowu upon a bed of skins with a moan of despair. Bnt Buffalo Bill at once began to look about him to see what chance he had of escaping. CHAPTER CXXI. THE PAWNEE-PURSUED. Through a lookout in the door in his part of the cabin Bill spied the tall form of the renegade chief approaching, and the next moment he stood before 11im and asked angrily: "Are you alone in these mountains, Buffalo Bill?" "No; I have the company of yourself and about as bad a lot of red cutthroats about me as man could wish to avoid.'' '!You understand me, sir; I asked if you had com rades here with yqu, for I thought my braves had killed that Indian who was with you." "Did they say so?" "They hinted as much, but the Indians you killed under the cliff have just been brought in, and they have been scalped." "Then I guess the Pawnee still lives," and Bill laughed. "Then, by Heaven, this shall be his last night on earth, for I shall put every brave in this village on his track at dawn," and Iron Arm wheeled angrily and left the ca bin, unheeding the sobbing sounds that came from the adjoining room. Soon after his departure, the village began to quiet down, and Bill stood at the door, his eyes at the room, and a narrow doorway over which hung a buffalo robe as a curtain. The room he was in was used as a k _itchen by lhe renegade chief, and the other was where he slept, kept his arms and the trophies of his chase. The maiden, Bill knew, also had her lrnnds tied behind her back, so it did not seem that he could expect any help from her; but an idea flashed through his mind and he determined to act upon it promptly. Making his way into the next room, he cautiously aroused his fellow captive. "Oh, where am I?" she groaned. "'Sh. I am working a little plot to get out of this, and need your aid.'' She was awake now, fully, and arose wearily as she answered in response: "I will do all I can to aid you." "Stand up and turn your back to mine." She did so, and Bill at once began to work at the thongs that bound her wrists. His own hands were cramped with the buckskin strings about his wrists, and it was slow and painful work; but after a long while he managed to untie the knots, turning uow and then to aid with his white, sharp teeth. "Now you arc free. Rub your hands-so as to make the blood circulate, and begin on me," whispered Bill. The young girl obeyed, and with nails, teeth and fingers, worked untiringly until he had also free hands. Then it was but a little task for him to untie the thongs about his ankles. "Why, how foolish I have been not to think of lookout, watcbiug the Indian guard who was stand- it," suddenly said the maiden. ing like a statue so near him. "What?" asked Bill. The sobbing of the maiden soon ceased, for weary nature caused her to drop off into a deep sleep. The scout's feet were hobbled together, and his hands were tied tightly behind his back, so that to free them seemed impos sib le. There was a log wall dividiug hi1f1 from tbe next "1'1Jat renegade chief hung your belt of arms on the wall there," and gliding forward in the dark ness, she returned the next instant with his revolvers and knife, which he seized eagerly. "Now I'm fixed, for my rifle I left hanging on my sadd l e horn."


14 THE BUFF J\LO BILL STORIES. "But do you intend to attempt to leave this camp?" asked the maiden. "Indeed I do. and to take you with me. If we cannot find the Pawnee, I can get two good potiies from the Indian corral, and with several hours' start they'll find it hard to catch us." "But that Indian guard?" "Oh, he's wanted up in the happy huntiug grounds, and I intend to put him on the right trail to get there. '' She shuddered but said nothing; while Bill move d back into the next room, and cautiously peered through the lookout in the door. As he did so, he saw a tall form coming directl y toward the cabin. The guard still stood where he had been when the scout first saw him, and his face was turned upon the one approaching him. "I've got two to kill if that fellow comes into this cabin," muttered Bill, drawing his knife across his palm as though to feel its edge. Straight up to the guard walked the newcomer, and Bill discovered that he wore the headdress of a chief; but still it was not the renegade. As he looked, to his surp r ise, just as he utte red some words in a low tone, lie saw 11im grasp the throat of the gnard, and then followed the sickening thud of a knife thrust through flesh and bone. "The Pawnee still lives," cried Bill, throwing open the door, and suddenly confronting the new comer, who was holding tightly in his arms the dying warrior, whose voice vainly strove to break forth in a warning whoop. "The Red Snake is welcome," said Buffalo Bill, will sleep a wink to-night, he will be so anxious about his captive s." G oing back toward the cabin, Bill found that th e maiden had hunted about in th e darkness until she had discov e red some Indi an t oggery and th i s both she and the s cout hastily put on r.s a disguise. The n they left the cabin, taking the course Pawnee had c o me, and wit11out di s cove r y reached t 1 e out e r limits of the camp, Red Snake knowin g j u st where tl1e sentinels were placed, and leading the w a y betw e en without being seen. Gaining the ri d ge leading to the cliff, the y c o n tinu e d on their way until they reached the trail descending to the valle y a n d j u s t t11en they heard a wild yell ba c k in the Indian village. "That's Iron Arms' sweet voice, and he has dis cov e red our escap e,'' coolly said Bill, supporting his fair companion, who suddenly leaned bard upon him, as thou g h fearing the worst. Instantly following, the wildest yells were heard up at the village, showing that the alarm was spread in g and the maiden murmured: A gain we are lost." "Oh, no, mis s for we have a good start, and the d a rkness will prevent their knowing which way we have goneha !" Just then they had rea c hed the valley, aud before the m they beard voices, and quickly shrank back into the shadow of some trees, for advancing toward them up the trail leading up the side of the ridge were three forms. "They are the young braves sent out after the hors e s Use y our bow and arrows, Snake," whis pered Bill, and with the last word a messenger of death was sent flying swiftly upon its course. as the Pawnee, disguised as a Sioux chief, uow The first knowledge of the presence of foes which stepped toward him. the three returning braves had was to hear the twang "More Sioux braves here?" asked the Pawnee, as though thirsting for more trouble. "No, but see, I am free, and I was just going to eat that Indian up when you came, Red Snake. "Oh, you are a darling iu red colors. But come, we must get out of this, as I don t believe Iron Arm of a bow string, the whirr of au arrow, the thud, and one of their number sank d e ad in his tracks. The o t her two were young bucks, and being taken by s urprise, both b o unded away like frightened deer, one of them to be overtaken by au arrow which wounded him a1fc1 brought h i m d o wn, but springing


THE BU ff ALO BILL STORIES. 15 to his feet he was about to rush 011 after his :flying comrade, when h e beheld bonndiug toward him the tall form of the implacable Pawnee. He gave a shout of defi a uce aud tried to fit an arrow to his bow, but he was too late, for Red Snake \Vas upon hilll, a11d a short, fierce struggle followed. "Two more scalps," coolly said Red Sllake, as Buffalo Bill and the maiden came up. "Yes, you'v; got hair enough on this trip to start a hair mattress shop; but come, one of those fellows got away, and he'll soon have the whole tribe on our track. "Where are the horses?" "Red Snake find horses," was the quiet respon se and he led the way aqoss the valley to a thicket, :where the three animals were lariated out, having enjoyed a rest and a few hours' pull at the rich grass, which gre\v in abundance about them. 1'he horses were quickly saddled, and, mounting, they set forth at a gallop, keeping along the base of the foothi'lls, determined to strike the prairie at a point further up. As for the maideu, she had regained her presence of mind, and the moment she was in the saddle, and to prevent another call of the kind which had caused their recapture in the afternoon, the scout put her upon Whirlwind, while he rode the horse of the rene gade. As he had feared, soon behind them resounded the wild call of Iron Arm for horse, and the animal at once wheeled to the right about aud attempted to dart away. But he found that he had. not a helpless maiden upon his back, but a master, who dragged him back upon his haunches -with a force which he could not res is t, and theu drove the spurs into his :flanks in a manner which made him snort with pain, and be glad ei10ugh to hasten on after those he had attempted to desert. "Thunderbolt make horse much scare," said the Pawnee with a grin, while the young girl remarked: "Yon have conqnered him, sir." "l have at least set him to thinking," laughed Bill, and turning short off from the foothills, they struck out acro ss the prairies. "Now, why could not that moon have risen later?" Bill inquired, as the moon rose above the horizon of the prairie: "You think it will show the Siot;x where we are?" asked the maiden. "Undoubtedly, but we are splendidly mounted and have little to f ear," and at a swe eping gal!op they held on, th e horse of the renegade now and then making a halt to run back, but quickly checked by the scout, who each timetauglit him the lesson that he was master. l "Sioux come!" suddenly said the Pawnee, who had been glancing over his shoulder back toward the hills. Both glanced quickly behind them and beheld a dark, moving mass coming directly upon their track, yet a long distance off. "Yes, they have seen ns, and are pressing on in a hurry, and there are fully a hundred of them," coolly said the scout. "Do you think it possible to escape .them, sir, for I would rather die than fall into the hands of that wicked man," said the girl. "Oh, yes, with this start and these horses we could run them out of sight. Come, let us drop that crowd, and then we can double on them and have ample time to rest." "Red Snake say go," answered the Indian, and in stantly the three horses were pressed into a run. "Keep at it, old fellow, for we are leading them," said Bill, after some time had passed, and it was evi dent that though their pursuers were pushing their horses hard, the fugitives were gaining upon them. ''Can our horses stand this killing pace?" asked the maiden. "Whirlwind and the Pawnee's horse can, miss, and from the way that this animal I rideruns.I think he has plenty of wind, while He certainly is very fast: "We evidently could not have gotten three faster animals together; but see, the Sioux are no longer


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. visible, and when we strike yonder stream ahead, we will come a dodge upon them," and Bill pointed to a dark line of timber half a mile ahead, which he knew the banks of a small stream. "Which Snake?" he asked, as he neared the tim her. And in a home, watching waiting and hoping for l the rescue and early comin g of his daughter was l Raoul R i vers, the rich "Don," as he was called by the half-Mexican peop l e livin g near his ranch. Wheu R i lla R i v e r s had b e en sto len fr o m her home by a bau d o f raidin g India ns, Don Raoul Ri\'ers had c "Down stream,'' was the r e ply. at once s ought the l one much of Buffalo Bill, where "And so on round through the Tiger c ountry?" the g r eat s con t Ii ved with a Pawnee chief as his only asked Bill in a low tone. compa11io11, and suppos ed to be a c;ittleman on a "Yes." 4'There is danger in the company we have," and the scout nodded tovvard the maiden. "Sioux think we 110 go that way, for we 'fraid chaparral tigers. "They go up stream, we go down; leave then go to ranch." "You are right, as you always are, for there is 110 need of going as far as the chaparrals, only far enough to throw the reds off our tracks. "Here we are, and in we go." Into the stream, which was very shallow, they plunged, and turning the heads of their horses down stream, kept in the shadow of the timber for half an hour, when they boldly struck out upon the prairie once more, again pressing their animals into a run, for they had gained a temporary rest by tlie slow pace at which they had lately been going. And thus on through the night they held their hurried way, until at dawn they entered a clump of timber and threw themse lves from their panting horses. "Now, miss, you can get some rest, and when yon wake up, you shall have as good a breakfast as we can get for you,'' said Bill. But the worn-ont girl had already dropped down upon the velvet grass and sank into an exhaus ted slumber. "Poor girl, she has had a hard time of it, and I only wonder 'she has not lost her reason," muttered Bill, as he unsaddled the horses and lariated them out nearby, while the Pawnee climbed a tree to take a wide view of the prairie, as soon as the coming daylight would permit. small sc a le, but in reality serving .the Government and watching the Indians and outlaws, and reporting to the several forts. "I will try to rescue your daughter," had said Buffalo Bill. But as the day s w ent by and the scout did not appear, Don Rivers began to despair. Don River s w a s standing on the turreted top of his hacienda, gaziug, as he had done hour after hour, far off over the prairies, in the dire ction from which he e x pected that Buffalo Bill would return. "No, no, my beautiful child is lost-lost. "The Indians have met the scout aud killed him, and they have my poor Rilla in their power. "Oh, curses upon them, but I will devote my life to avenging her--Ah, w liat is that I see?" He strained his eyes far across the prairie, and as his face flushed, he cried: "There is some excitement yonder. See! my cattlemen are rushing toward a given point, and now they halt aud wave their hats. "Yes-they come this way. "Now, as the dust lifts, I see-I see. Oh, God! I see my child!" The strong. man fairly shriekt:d the last words, and cla sping his hands he dropped upon the stone roof and his lips moved in prayer. Springing to his feet again, he gazed out upon t,he prairie. I "Yes, it is my beautiful Rilla that is coming back to me, and by her side rides that Prince of Plainsmen whom men call the 1'h underbolt. "Ah, and vhat Iudian,. his friend, Pawnee,


THE BUFFALO Bf LL STORIES. 11 rides upon the other side of Rilla, while my gallant herders are da shing out to iutercept "Bravo, bravo, my gallant Bllffalo Bill, you have kept yonr pledge," shouted Don Rivers as the scout, the maiden aud the Pawnee d as hed nuder the walls of the hacienda, followed by a s c o re of co\vboys who had been herdi11g upon the prai ries, and, seeing them, joined them, while they made the air ring with their wild yells of joy. Hastening from the rnof, Don Rivers spra ng for ward just as Buffalo Bill lifted the maiden from her saddle; and clasped her in his arms, wh i le he cried in thrilling tones of joy. "Back to my heart again, my Rilla." T-9_ his dismay, his da11ghter did not return his em brace, _b11t releasing herself, while her beautiful face ushed and paled by turns, she said: "Oh, senor, I am tJOt your daughter." "You are not my daughter?" gasped Don Rivers, ooking at her with a glance of commingled pain and dismay. "No, senor," was the firm reply. "You are not the Senorita Rivers?" asked the don, in a whisper. "I am not, sir, and I regret to give you this pain; but surely you should know your daughter well enough to see that I mn a wholly different person." This was spoken in a kind yet firm tone, and the maiden looked the doll squarely iu the face. "Good God, her sufferings have driven her rri ad," cried the Mexican in a quivering voice, turning his aze upon Bnffalo Bill, who looked on with ment, as did several servants who had congregated there to welcome back their young mistress. "I fear so, sir, ai1d God knows I do not wonder at :t," Bill sadly answ e red. "Pardon, senors, but I am not mad, though I do wonder that I have my reason after all I have gone through; but I am not tlie Senorita Rivers, senor." The don stepped closer to the maiden aml gazing 'nto her face most earnestly, said thoughtfully: "No, there can be no mistake, for you are my child 'hat I had given up as lost to me forever." "When did you see your daughter last, senor?" asked the maiden. "Not one week ago." The maiden started and then asked: "And am I like her?" "You are my poor Rilla." "No, senor, I am not ycur daughter, but 110w did she leave you ?n "She rode out upon the prairies and was captured by t h e Indians. Do you not remember, Rilla?" and the don looked piteously into the maiden's face. "I, too, rode out upon the prairies a week ago, senor, and I was captured by the Indians, and rescued by this noble scout aud his Indian ally." "Yes, yes; I pursued my child, and sought this brave Buffalo Bill, and he pledged me his word to bring you back, and he has done so." "Oh, seuor, there is some mystery in this, for I repeat it, I am not tile one you believe me, much as I may resemble her." "You are, for you have her voice, her eyes, her face, her form, ay, the very riding habit she the day I saw her last. Come, my child, I know that you have suffered, and that all seems like a nightmare, like some hideous dream to you, now; but soon all will come round well, and my little Rilla will soon sing as merrily as the birds, and forget all her troubles. Corne, my child," and Don Rivers would have led her away. But she drew back from him and answered firmly: "Senor, why will you not believe me, when I tell you I am not your daughter? Do you, sir, believe -me to be the Senorita Rilla ?" and she turned to the scont, who answered: "I never knew that larly, miss." "And your servants, senor, do they believe me to be your daughter?" and she turned to those who stood near. Instantly Rilla's old nurse stepped forward and gazed upon the young girl, and asserted sadly: "Yes, you are the Senorita Rilla; but, poor child, your head is not right now."


18 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. The maiden stamped her fo o t impatiently and said: "This is remarkable, b u t I a111 u o t your dall g liter, s e nor. Ah, now I recall it, the re11egade chie f called me Rilla Rivers, and said he had capture d me to avenge himself upon me for discarding h i s love. I laughed at him at first, and then I deeli1ed him mad, and fled from him, and, oh, to what a fate would I 11ave not gone but for you, senor!" and she t11rned to Bill,. while Dou Rivers, also turning to him, a sked: "Did. she say she was uot my daughter, senor, while you were coming here?'' "No, sir, but the1: we were pressed too hard to have much to say; but I do recall tbaf she asked me to let her leave me at our la s t camping-place, and I wondered at it, and thought her mind wa11dering so told her we would soon be in safety; but cau there b e 110 mistake, sen or?" "None; she is my child," firmly d eclared the don. "Pardon, Dori Rivers, but is there nothing about y_our daughter by which y on could prove that I am not mad nor trying to deceive you?'' ''How mean you?'' sadly asked the don. "Her that she rode away with, for instance, for mine is upon the horse I rode back. Then,. too, her dress, her jewels-see, did your daughter have jewels like these?" She drew off her gauntlet gloves as she spoke, and displayed her fingers full of rings with precious stones. The don seized her hand and cried eagerly: "No, not one of these jewels to my child, bnt--" "The saddle is not the one upon which the Senorita Rill a rode away, senor," said a servant, eutering at that moment. A deathlike silence fell upon all. Could it mean that this girl, the image of Rilla Rivers, was indeed another person. Just then the old nurse stepped up closely to the maiden and touched her ear, while she said in a low tone: "Se nor, this senorita 've a rs earrings, while the Senorita Rilla never h a d lier ears pierced. To her .side sprang Don Rivers, aud then he tottered backward, crying: "She tells the trnth-this is not my child, though, God knows, she is her living image.,, CHAPTER cxxrr. A STRANGE MISHAP. It \ms certainly a hard matter for Don Rivers to be brought to b elieve that the maiden before him was not really his daughter. The Senor: ta Rilla Rivers had ridden out l1pon the prairies, as was often her wont, a11d a party of cowb oy s had seen her captured by a band ?f Indians.-rrhe don had given chase, and had, when findiug that th e y were making for their stronghold in the m ountains, sought the aid of Buffalo Bill, the ranchero, aud that gallaut praifieman had boldly in vad e d the Indian conntry and rescued a maiden whom he believed to he the one. Now, this maiden, found where it would be natural to snppose the don's daughter would be, boldly a sserted that she was not Rilla Rivers. The very image of her, her form the same in size, and dressed in a liabit that certainly looked like that worn by the kidnaped maiden, yet denying that she was the daughter of Dou Rivers, and having certain proofs that she was not. All this, with the dreaded fate that might ha.ve overtake n his nearly drove the don wild, and he walked off to his library in no 'enviable frame of mind. "Come, let us follow him, and there solve this mystery, for, if you are not, as yon say, and as I now almost believ. e, the sen.orita, then I must take some steps for her rescue at once," aud Buffalo Bill led the fair stranger after the don. As they reached the library they found him about to Feturn to them, having partially regained control of himself, and seeing them, he said in a voice that trembled:


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 19 "Pardon 111 y rudeness, senorita, and you, senor, but I a m wholly unnerved at this fall from joy to despair, but you are my guests, and I will do all that I can for you." "No, Don Rivers, I must take the trail to find your daughter, and I will be off as soon as my horse the animal of the Pawnee have rest." "1'hcn1k you, my noble friend, but yo n need ::est yourself, and food, and my servants will look to your c omfort, and yonrs, senorita, for though yon are not my child, you are so like h e r that you have a warm place in my heart, _and most glad ly would I have you remain with me, if you have not other friends to whom yon can go." "I thank you, s enor, but I have other friends wbo look for me as anxiously as you do for your I was c apt11red b y the Indians while riding alone upon the prair ies, and there seems n o doubt, from what occurred i n the Indian camp, but that I was mistaken for your daughter. To this brave senor I owe my escape, and in my h eart I than k him for my life, and for my rescue from a cn:el fate, aud I feel that he will briug yo11 tidings of the Senorita Rilla if mortal man can do so." "I rescued yon, miss, for the Senorita Rilln, b u t I am glad for yot1r own sake that I was able to do so. Now, let me offer m y services to conduct yon to your home, whenever you desire to return to yonr friends, though I would advise, as yot; are nearly worn out, that you permit me to inform them of your safety, while yon remain as the clan's g11est for some days." Across the maiden's pale face came a flush as she eplied: "Thank you, sir; but if Don Rivers will permit 1e a few days' enjoyment of his hospitality, I will ccept it, and if you will lend me the animal I rode here I will return to my friends without tro11bli11g ou any more, a11d your horse I will send _back to ou." "The horse was Iron Arm's, miss, and yo11 can iave him; but I advise you not to go alone to your please to remain, and my stable is at your service, -while, when you are ready to return to your friends I will escort you there, with a guard of my tl 1llant cowboys,_ said Don Rivers. B11ffalo Bill noticed a slight smile cross the face of the young girl which be could not understand, but she thanked the don for his kind offer, and then t11rned to follow a servant who led her to her rooms. "Well, Senor Cody, what do you make of all this?" asked the dou, when the two were alone together. "It is most mysterious, sir, and I intend to solve the mystery, for I noticed that the young lady did not frankly tell who she is, or in any way account for herself.'' "I did n o t deem it possible for two persons to be so alike, though I am now convinced that she is not my child; but, oh, senor, where is my poor, poor Rilla?'' "Don Rivers, that I sliall soon know, for I will at once start upon the trail, as every precious; but I must ask of you two of your best horses for myself and the Pawnee." "You shall have them, and there are no better animals on the prairie than those I can mount you on-but, by the way, what was the color of the horse ridden by my fair bu"t mysterious guest, for poor Rilla rode away on a snow-white?" "Another proof, sir, that this lady 1s not your daughter, for she was not mounted on a white horse, nor was there any animal of that kind ridden by any of the Indians who captured her; but I will get off as soon as you order our horses, sir.'' "But you need rest, senor?" "No, I am seldom tired; but I wish to know the favorite rides of your daughter, where she was last seen and when." Having gleaned what information he could, and well mon11ted a11d equipped for his trip, Buffalo Bill rode out of the hacienda with Red Snake by his side. With the slight clew he could obtain from the "My house is op<;>11 to yon, senorita, as long as yon servants who had seen the Senorita Rilla Rivers ride


20 THE BUFFALO BDLL STORlES. away from the hacieuda, Buffalo Bill set t o work to solve the mystery of her disappearance. Reaching the spot upon the prairie where she had been last seen by a peon, he l ooked about and found there the tracks of her hors e though days that had passed since her departure left them very obscure in deed. "Now, for a big t alk," said B. dfolo Bill, staking his hor se ont and calling to Red Snake, who follovved the example of his paleface comrade and friend, and came and sat down upon the grass b y the side of the ranchcro. "l\1e hear," he sai d, simply. "Well, we have been bai king UjJ the wrong tree.'' ''Ugh." "In other words, we rescued the wrong girl." "Me hear." "We struck a blind trail." "Ug-h." "I am glad we got that pretty littl e girl ont of a bad scrape ; put we have now to get the Senoiita Rilla out of a fix." "Chief speak straight." "We've got to go straight, for I have given my word to the don to rescue his daughter." "Keep um, too. "Or we will know her fate." "Guess so." "And make the hair fly if harm has befallen h er." "Get much scalps." "We will;-but what is to be done?" "Trail there," and the Indian pointed to the trail. "But very faint." "It good." "Well, where does it lead?" "Llano Estacado." "To the Staked Pla ins, you think?" "Ugh." "It certainly goes in that direction, and she may have fallen into the hands of the Wild Rider s of the Staked Plains." "May be, but them "So is Iron Arm, the renegade chief, and the p oo: girl m i ght as soon have looked for mercy f1on! t he 1 Chapanal 'l'ige is as from him." "Ugh," said Red Snake, not wholly rnaste1iug the words. "Now we will be off aud push on till 11igiit, aud C1cn camp on th e trail." ''Red Suake ready,'' was the calm response and lead'.ug h is liorse, an elegant animal, for the dou had mounted th e ranche10 and the Indian with the best his stable afforded, the Pawnee set off on foot slowly followi ng the time-worn t rail, while the scout came 011 behind his eyes also b ent 011 t.J1e faint signs by which Rilla Rivers was to be tracked. Until tlie gatbering shadows forced them to halt, the two continued on their way, and then they ca m p e d i11 a small clump of timber, and after a substantial supper, were glad enough to rest, which they so much needed: No.ta so und distmbed their slumbers through the n ight, and at the first glimmering of day they \vere awake and preparing breakfast. 'I'he meal over, t h ey pushed on through the timb er, to come to a sudden halt, while Buffalo Bill threw himself from the saddle the redskin being already Oil foot. "Ugh," said the Pawnee. "Yes, there has been trouble here, for the horse ridden by the senorita was certainly caught here with a lariat, for there is where he bounded to one side, and h e re is where he was checked by the rope while the man that threw it stood bel ind that large tree." "More tracks, too," quickly said the Pawnee, pointing to other hoof marks further away. "Yes, and they are shod." "Chaparral Tigers." .t' "You are right; and they will hold the girl for a l arge ransom from her father, for I cannot believe that they would harm her, or kill her." "Much bad paleface." are right; they are a hard lot, and equal to any crime, but I believe it is gold they want by kidnaping Miss Rivers, and if I have my way they'll g e t lead instead.


THE BUfFJ\LO BILL STORIES. 21 "Come, get on your horse, for we can follow the trail rapidly now." A ride of some miles brought the chaparral, dark and dismal, them. < They well knew its dangers, not only from the outlaw band that had their den in its fastnesses, but also fr!-)m the brute tigers, scarcely more ferocious than their human namesakes, who had their haunts in the dense retreat. Narrow bridle paths only penetrated the thorny jungle here and there, aud to one unacquainted with the chaparral, death must certainly follow close upon the heels of the bold invader of the thorny thicket. But Buffalo Bill had before beeu through the chaparral, and the Indian had once. made it his home, while hiding from his fo es so that they boldly rode along its dark and thorny walls, seeking an inlet into the dreary, desolate interior. 'rhe scream of the cl1aparral tiger 11ow and then came to their ears, making no impression upon their stout hearts, thoug h their horses became wild with nervous fear of the dange r before them. "'There is a patb leading i11 at yonder tree," said Bill, pointing to a tree that soared above its companions. '-'Red Snake know him." "I guess it is the one use d by the Man 'rigers." "Yes, him the one. The wild scream of the tiger greeted them jus t then, as though in warning, aud lhe animal ridden by the ranchero reared and plunged in terror, but the firm voice of his rider and the severe application of the spurs forced him into the dark recess, whitl1er the Indian clos e ly followed hi111, and the invasion of the chaparral, the haunt of the human and brute tigers, was begun. CHAPTER CXXIII. THE TIGERS. Only a few rods had the ranchero penetrated i11to he darkness a11d danger of the chaparral, whell a ild scream was heard just ahead. "The tigers are abroad in force to-night, Snake," said Bill, coolly. "Make m t1ch noise; fight, too," responded the In dian, a11d jt1st then, as thoug h to prove that the In d ian had 11ot belied the tiger !lature a hnge yellow ball, as it appeared, dropped. from a t ree overhead, and fell directly upon the head and ueck of the horse ridden by tl1e rancl1ero. By some strange freak, for it is not n sual with tbeir kind, the savage beast had dropped upon the h o rse instead of the rider, and fasteued his teeth and claws into the throat a11d neck of the doollled an irn a 1. A savage growl, the tearing of flesh and crunchiug of b o n es, a wild, almos t hnman, shriek from the poor horse, and steed, rider and tiger went down upon the eartl1 Buffalo Bill was unhurt, and cot1ld have emptie d his revolver into tile glo ssy hide of the savage brute, but his preseuce of mind did not desert him, and be knew he did not dare fire a shot there, if he would not alarm Man Tigers and bring them upon him. So he dre.w hi s knife, and throwing himself upon the rnaddeued brute, cli11gi1Jg to the throat of the struggiiug horse, he drove the keen blade deep down into the body of the tiger. Smarting with paiu, the tiger turned upou his da'ngerous foe, to receive a stu11ni11g blow over the nose that momeutarily dazed him; then Bill seized the beasl's throat with a clutch of iron, and once, twice thrice drove the blade home inthe body. The real c11aparral tigers are l1anl to kill, and so Bill found it with tbis one, for he received an ugly blow from its paw, a11cl got a gash in his arm from the sharp claws, bdore the brnte dropped dead at his feet. "Mnch big fight. Paleface great chief," cried the Iudiau, coming up, his knife in his hand. "I've ki1lcd the tiger, Snake, but he has done for rn y horse. "Yes, horse much dead. Chief ride my pony. Red Suake walk."


22 THE BUFF ALO Bi LL STORIES. "We may both walk before we get out of this; but let me put this poor fellow out of his misery.,, 'l'he knife sank deep into the side of the tiger's victim, and with a quiver the life of tbe noble steed had ended. "'Sh," warned Bill, as a sou11d came to his ears. But the Indian had already heard it and stood en the alert. The screams of other tigers were heard, far off in the chaparral, but these were unheeded now; for tl1e sound that came to the ears of the two adventurous trailers was t!Je hoof fall of a J1orse a 'proaching. Shrinking back into the dark undergrowth, the ranchero and the redskin waited, while the horse came on at a rapid walk. Nearer and nearer he came, until he snorted as he drew dose to the spot where the dead horse and tiger lay. "Ho, Luis," cried a voice in Spanish, as he urged his horse forward, but the animal refused to move, and the rider called out: "Luis, are you there?" answered the scout in a faint voice. "I feared it was you that the tiger had sprang on. Are you much hurt?'' "Oh, si," cried Bill, and then he added in Span ish, which be spoke well: "Come to me." With an oath at his horse, the man dismounted, and faste11ing the animal securely, he came slowly forward in the darkness. First he s .tum bled over the dead body of the tiger, and agaiu gave vent to his oaths. Then he went sprawli11g over the dead horse, and this time cried out: "Carafo! the tiger has killed your horse, you have killed the tiger, and now where and how are you, Luis?" "I am not Luis, senor," said the scout, seizing the man in a clutch which he could not shake off, while the Indian tied him with a rapidity that was remarkable. "Who are you?" gasped the man. "Men call me Buffalo Bill,,, was the quiet respo11se. "Caramba, I am a dead man," was the disconsolate exclamation. "You are if you raise your voice above a whisper, and do not do as I tell you to. Now, who are you?" "A poor devil of a M e xican, senor.,, "On our soil but for what purpose?" "Huntiug cattle the demon Gri11gos stole from ll1 e." "Go lightly 011 c1e11101.i Yankees, as you call them, senor, for I am uucler that head; but you have lost no stock, for you never hacl any that you did steal, and your haunt is in this chaparral, for you are a Man Tiger.,, The mall crossed himse lf, and uttered a prayer against being anything so vile. "Who is thi s Ltiis you supposed me to be?" "My comracle, s enor.,, "Another Man Tiger?" "Ob, no, senor, we are h911est Mexicans." ''Wliere is Luis?" "I expected to find him near the opening of the trail leading into the chaparral.,, "Ah, he is doubtless on guard there, ad you were going to relieve him." The Mexican made no reply, and Bill continued.: "Come, we'll go and look up Luis, and then we11l have a little talk all together. "Luis was not at the entrance when we came in, but he may have ridden off a little distance. "Se e if you call find h,im, Snake, while I come on with this gentleman aucl his horse, which I shall need.,, The Indian at once disappeared, while Buffalo Bill unfastened the Mexican 's horse, and taking his sad dle and bridle from his own dead animal, slowly fol lowed the Indiau with the animals and the prisoner. He had gone but a slight distance when there came a savage growl followed by a yelp of pain, and then came the call of a chaparral nightbird. "The Indian has found your comrade, senor, for that is the signal,,, said Bill, and hastening 011, they


THE BUFF /\LO BILL STORIES. 23 c:ul)e out o f t l1e chaparral at the pl a ce where the y had enten::d it half an hour before. "Well, Snake?" "Tige r rna11 d ead; mos t eat by tiger beast." Bill s.1w t h e h alf-devoured for111 of a hu111m1 being Jyi11g 1 ; e :u, aud by his side the hug e tiger which the Iud;nu had killed by seudiug au arrow through his heart. "Your colllrade died 011 duty, seuor, a11d was doubtless caught b y his brut e namesake springiug upou liim; but we did uot see him wheu we eutered the chaparral.'' "Poor Luis," muttered the Mexican. "Was he mounted?" "Yes, senor, his horse is there." The Indian went to the spot indicated, and soon returned leadi 11g the dead man's horse. ."Now, se11or, you are a Man Tiger, you say?" "I did not say so, senor." "Well, I know that you are, a11d if you wish to save your neck now for the gallows hereafter, you '11 tell the truth; if not, you will wish you had met Luis' fate. So tell me: Has the Tiger King, as they call your chief, a lady captive in his lair?" The Mexican seemed to have inade up his mind that all denials as to who he was were useless, so said frankly: "He has, senor." "Did he not kidnap the daughter of a haciendero some days ago?" ''Yes, senor.'' "Ah! and brought her to the chaparral?" "He did, senor." "Then where did he take her?" "To his stronghold. "Where is it?" ''A dozen miles from here.' 1 "Who is this Tiger King?" The rnau was silent for a minute, aud Buffalo Bill ;i.id, sternly: tr "Answer me if you expect to save your life. If ou do, a11d help me, you shall be well rewarded and fVill go free." "He is known as Iron Arm, the Renegade, for he is a chief amo11g the Indiaus and the leader of the Man Tigers also.'' ''Ah! where is iie now?" "He w ent to the Indian village of Chief Cunnhtg 'Wolf so!lle day s ag o and 1s not here now." "The n i t is easy for you to do as I tell you." "How so, seuor?', ''Go to the d c111 a nd tell the oue iu charge there that y o u r chief has sent for his captive, inte1rding to sell her, for a big ransom, back to lier father, and you and two others are to guard her. "Bring her to the timber island five miles Otit on the plain from here, on the side we entered, and we will take care of your companions, look after the young lady and then see that yon go free and are well paid.,, "Senor, you are Buffalo Bill?" "I am." ''Your word is as good as gold to friend or foe.'' "I try to have it so." 11 I will trust you." "Good. You can do so, and I'll see that Don Rivers pays you a large sum, but should he not, I will do so if it takes my last "I will trust you, senor. 11 ''Swear it.'' "I swear it, senor." "By your hopes of hereafter?" 11 I so swear it, senor." "By your mother's memory?" "Yes, senor." "Aud I wi1191:rust you-now mount your horse and go.'' "Senor. "Yes." "Luis was my brother, and we had made up our miuds to leave the Man Ti.gers to-night, aud that is why I was to me t t him here. "You are trns ted by .the band?,, "Yes, senor. "'rhe u you can do what I wish," and after some furthe r t a lk vvith the man, Bnffal o Bill made all ar-


24 THE BUFF ALO 8BLL S T ORHES. rangements for his coming back with Miss Rivers, and the time he was to be at the timber. "Bury poor Luis, senor," called back the lllan. "We will." The body of the Mexican was buried, wrapped i : 1 his blanket, and then Buffalo Dill said: "Red Suake, you go on to the timber island and wait there, and I will stay here, or near here, until that fellow comes back, for I a m certain that he will do so. "If he comes with the girl and without the bvo men, well and good, bnt if he has to bring them along al so I will ri g up in h is brother's suit, take his horse and follow hi m su as to be near when they ride in. to t h e timber and you open on them." "Me understand," a n d the Indian soon after r od e away iu the darkness. "Yes I have had a run for life :'lud empti<:d them upo n the wild Ride rs, who wouude d my horse, and tlio ugh be saved me, he dropped dead back cn1 the L ail, s o I am i n bad luck." "Yes, and I sl1ou ld !Jave ki;led you, only I c o uld n o t du t i11 co l d b l oocl, and I will give you a clH1!1ce for yo!ir life.'' "What cliauce ? "An equal one i n a figh t with n:e. 'l'he ma11 seemed surpri sed and s 1id: Yo n are a squa r e u1a11, Buffalo B ill t11_lt 1s cer tain. "I am a the ally of redskins agains t my people, a lld, what you do not know also the h.:ader o f the ou t law band of I\Ian Tigers." "I know it." "Well, once I was diflei: e11t, and honorab l e bu t I But dawn came and the outlaw s and t h e captive w as poor and a womnn I loved turned against me. did not appear Goiug u p t o the edge of the clrnparral, Buffalo Bill sa w a horseman approachipg, but as b e looked, the animal stumbled aml fel l heavily. T11e rider arose, unhurt, and aft e r a s h ort w h ile started ou fqot toward the trail in the chaparral. "It is Iron Arm, as I Jive," cried B u ffalo Bill and he ran bac k into the chaparral aud went into hiding. He had not loug to wait before the man came along. There was no mistake-it was Iron Arm, the rene- gade c hief. Buffalo Bill waited until he came close u p to the bi g tree behind which he stood, and ca1'ed out: "Hand s up or you die!" The outlaw chief was c ompletely caught, and he obeyed ''Buffalo Bill, yon here?'' "Yes, and alone with you-a meeting I delight in.'' "I canno t say the same." The scout quickly disarmed his man, and finding his revoivers empty, said: "They are harm less." "I became cra7.ed from a desire to get gold to win her. "l only of g ol d and hun te d for it iu the mouutai11s, the streams eyer ynd1e re but in vain. "At la s t, gol d -crazed and determined to get it by foul means i f I could not by fai r, I b ec:oi.mc an outlaw, renegade, organized the band of 'l'ige rs, and linve killed for gold ever s ince. "'l'hat woman was sl1e who m you rescued from me, Ill for I had my red allies capture h er, hoping sh wouid learn to love me. "As you see me I w:.is returning to my stronghold in bad luck, and now I am your p risoner." "Yes, aud one uf us must suffer d eath r i g h here." "Yes, Olle of us." "But what was the name of the woman you loved, may I ask ?' "Why?" "The one I rescued was Miss Rilla Rivers." "Not so, it was Rita Rivers, the daughter of the captain of the Wild Riders, the patrol of the Rio Grande border. Buffalo Bill whistled, for he had found o u t w ho the strange girl he had rescued was.


r THE BU ff A.LO BILL STORIES. 25 He had he nrd of Rita R i vers the Girl Ranger of the Rio Grande, but lrnd 11ever seen her, and it was said that she was really the captai n of the Wild Riders. But he wished to know more, and he found out eno ugh to convince him that the red allies of ItQ_n Arm had captured the girl ranger instead of Rilla Rivers; while the outlaw chief's band had, by a strang e coillcicl ence captured at the same time the daughter of Don Rivers. But this the chief hon Arm did 11ot kuow. "Well, Iron Arm, we wil1 settle it !Jer e now be tween us, unless you wish to be taken hence and tried and hanged for your crimes.'' "Ne\'er; either you or I sliall die on tliis spot, Bnffalo Bill," said the crazed gold bunter. As he spoke, h e wi1ipped ant from his shirt b oso m a knife and made a spring upon the scout. But Buffalo Bill was qnick enough to turn the weapon on the knife he drew with lightning-like rapidity, and at once a duel w'th bowies began. It, was a de spera te encounter, and although Buffa l o Bill could hav e drawn a revolver with his disengaged hand, and ended it, he would not do so, and sitnply wflrded off t11c knife blows, uutil in a fr e uzy of rage Iron Arm tried to grasp a pistol from t he scout's belt and got his hand upon it. Then Buffalo Bill whipped out the compamou weapon, and shot. the outlaw through the brain in the very nick of tin1e. As he did so, hoofs were heard, and there appeared t wo horsemen and a horsewoman u pon the sce11e. Instantly Buffalo Dill recognized the Mexica11 who was to rescne Rilla Rivers, and quick as a flash his revolver was turned upon on e of the two strangers, just as his ally, the outlaw, siiot the other. "Quick, senor, the shots will be heard, and we must fly from here," cried the Mexican, and Buffalo Bill, seizing the two animals f1om which the men had been shot, called out. : "Miss Rivers, I am here to take you back to your fath er, but you must ride for it." "Thank y ou, oh! thank you," said the girl, and she urged her horse forward, while the Mexican called out: "Senor Buffalo Bill, you have killed the ehief." "Yes, but come on. And ride for it they did, until the timber island w as reached, and Red Snake was found waiting, but disappointed that he had n o t had a hand in the fight, aud had a ch anc e to get more scal ps. It was sunset when the hacienda was r eached and this time there was no mistake, for Rilla Rivers had b e en rescued-Buffalo Bill had kept his pledge to her father. When they m et, Rita Rivera and Ri1 Rivers ga7.ed upon each other in sheer amazeme11t for they were as like as twi:1s-an accidental resemblance. "I mut explain," said Rita Rivera, "that I am the girl captain of the Wild Riders, and our mission was revenge against India ns and outlaws, who have caus e d us t err i ble sufferiug in their \var against our kindred and our homes. "That is why I did not li ke t o be kuown; but now, Senor Cody, I will be glad to have you esco r t me b ack to my home, and in killing Iron Arm yo u have doue a world of good." "And s ave d me from 11im, for he was determined to get me into his power, as I well know now," added Rilla Rivers "Yes you have done a world of good for all of t1s aloug the border,'' added the don. 11With the help of my Indian partner, Red Snake," was Buffaio Bill's modest reply. TO BE CONTINUED.


THIS WEEK! NEW CONTEST! THIS WEEK l-V/10 lfas lfad the Most Exciting Adventure? Boys, the PRIZE ANECDOTE CONTEST c loses this week. It h as been one of tlic most s ltcc c::sfu l e:e: condn cted. The entry list has run up into many thousa nd s. We have p ubl ished the best anecdotes from \re ek u week. Boys, you have done great work. Your stories were fine, and th e winners r ichly desetTe tlie prize5 Look in the "Prize Anecdote Department/' and see for yourself what good stories the c ontestants t!lrued in Boys, the contest was so successful that we are going to start another jnst like it. r: '.dD.SOME PlllZE.S GIVEN AWAY FOil TUE &E.ST ANECDOTE5 ______ ,,11-----HERE IS TflE PLAN I You have all bad some n a rrow escapes, some dangerons advent mes in your lives! Perhaps it was th1 capsizing of a boat, or the scaling of a cliff or a close shave in a burniug building, or something el s t equall y thrilling! WU.ITE IT UP uU.ST A5 IT HAPPENED We offer a hands ome priz e for the mo s t exciting and best writteu "necdote sent t,Js b y any reader o BUFFALO BILL WE EKLY. The incident, of course mllst relate t o something tha t happened to the writer him self, and it must also be strictly true. It makes no difference how short the articles are, but no contribution must be longer than 500 words THIS CONTEST '7\TILL CLOSE FEBRUARY +,. Send in your anecdotes at once, boys. \Ve are going to publislJ all of the bes t ones during the pro gress of the contes t. Remember: Whether your ccntribution wins a prize o r not, it stands a good chance of bei11g published together with your name. HERE ARE Two First=Class Spalding Sweaters. 'If{' Two Pairs Raymond's Roller S kates. The two boys who send us the best anec dotes will each receive a first-class Spaldi:1g Standarc,1 Athletic Sweater. Made of the finest Australian lambs' wool, exceedingly soft. Full fashioned to bod) and arms, without seams of any kind. Colors: White, 11a1 y blue, black and maroon. The two boys who send us the next best anecdotes will each re ceive a pair of Raymond's All Clamp Ba ll Bearing Roller Skates. Bearings of t h e fiuest tempered steel, with 128 steel balls. For spe e d 110 skate has ever ap proached it. The five boys who send us the next best anecdotes \rill each receive a pair of Winslow's Speed Extension Ice Skates, with extension foot plates. These skat es have deta chable welded steel racillg rnnners, also a11 extra s e t of runners for fancy skating. The ten boys who send us the next best anecdotes will each receive a Spalding 1 2 -inch ''Long Distance" Megaphone. Made of fireboard, capable of ca rryiug the sound of a human voice one mile and in some instances, two miles. More fun than a barrel of monkeys. TllE PRIZES: foe Pairs Winslow's ke Skates. .ffe Ten Spalding Long-Distance Megaphones. To become a contestant for these pri:r.cs cut out the Ane d ate Cont:?st Coupo11, printed herewith, fill it out p 'roperl y a1 send it to B ur.TA LO BILL WEEKLY, care of Street & Smith, 2 William St., New York City, together 'rith your anecdote. n:i ecdote w ill b.: c o n siderc(l t hat does not have t hi s coupon a companying it. COUPON. Buffalo Bill Weekly" Anecdote Contest. Pl"lze Contest No. 2. Date .................... .......... . : .... 1901 Name ................................................ City or Tow11 .......................................... St.'iite ........... : .......... ...................... Title of Anecdote ...................................... Watch for Announcement of the Prize Winners in the Co test just closed. Their names will appear in !\o. 32.


PRIZE ANECDOTE DEPARTMENT. Boys, look: on the opposite page ancl see the announcement of the new contest. We propose to make: this contest the most successful and far-reaching ever cond-ucted. It rests with you to do it, but we know that you can, because the first contest along the same lines has been a tremendous success. We still have hosts of articles sent in in connection with the centest just ancl we will try to publish all the best ones before you send in your new stories. Here are some of those re ceived -this week. A Narrow Escape from Death. (By Glenn Bagley, Whatcom, Wash.) As I thought I would enter tlie contest in the BUFFALO BILL WEEKLY, of which I have been a constant reader from No. 1 to date, called the'' Anecdote Prize Coutest," I will therefore relate to y ou my narrow escape. I once lived in the city of Pomona, California. through which the Southern Pacific Railway ran. I was very fond of watching the trains pass t!Je town. There were two switches, one on eac h side of the main line. The switch nearest the depot was used mostly to leaYe the cars on, while the other switch was used for the passing of trai;1s. One day I was watching a freil:'ht train go by on the switch while I was stauding in the center of the main track. I failed to notice a passenger train coming on the main track. The men at the depot began to holler at me to get out of tlie way, and the began to whistle, but I did uot understand tbe rueu nor did I think tbe whistling was done by auother engine than the freight engine, s I still stood there. Just as the engine was ue::irly upon me the engineer or fireman yelled at m e and somehow I turned and rau toward the depot at fnll speed. I ran so fast that I jumped nearly u p to the platform, which was nearly as high as my hea d. When I looked around I found out what was the mat '1 ter. I waited till the traii1 pulled out and tben feeling got 011 my wheel and rode away. 'After that [

28 THE BUFFJ\LO BILL STORIES. against the dock a11d then my name would be Dennis. I don't know how I ever escaped, but it seems I was swept past the dock toward a large bunch of rocks that bad been put there to save the beach from being washed a1yay. I lost consciousness theu. When I awoke I was lying 011 the rocks and Ed was giving me the timely int elligence t 1 1at I was a fool. A Life and. Death Struggle with a Grizzly. (By W. E. Rizer, Wichita, Kansas.) Last fall a huutiug party \Nas made up to go in the vicinity of White River in Colorado and try and have a little sport at the expeuse of the that infests that region. A party of ten, countiug myse lf, camped at the head of that river 011 the ninth day 9[ November, 1900, and started out the next niorniug t o see if we could find auy traces of "grizzly." We all took different directions, and, of course, I being the younges t in the party, was obliged to take the mos t tedious journey. I was wandering aloug that eveuiug back toward camp, tired and weary of my day's tramp, without seei n g as ml\ch as a wildcat, when I glanced up, and there abotit thirty yard s directly in front of mt'. was a monste r grizzly, I \Yas speechless for a 111ometJt, and the n mv thonghts came back to me almost as s1t(1denly as t!Jey had left rne, and throwing my riAe to my shoulde r, I fired directly at the beast's breast. Then he raised up on his bi.nd fee t came toward me. I raised to fire :.igaitJ and "snap" went the pluuger on a11 empty chamber, for I had been s h oo ting a t marks and had forgotten to load the tnagazine again. In all i11stant I thre w away tlie useless rifle and grabbed my two Colt's forty-fives from their holsters and began to fire as rapidly as possibie right ill 11is face but still Oil he came. And as I emptied the last chamber of the guns he was within six feet of me. I had 11eard old bear hunters say that if a small person, in a baud-to-hand fight with a grizzl y wonlcl get ju::;t as Jo the animal's body as possible they could not get their forelegs close e11ough to their breast to crush one. This to me all at once, a11d yoll can bet that I was not long in making up ll1y mi11d to act, as I only had one hope left ancl t!rnt was t o kill him with my knife. As flight was out of I knew that I must do all in my power to save myself. So when l;e got within about three feet of me, I grabbed my eight i11ch hunting knife aud made a jump into his outstretched arms to see which one would come out victorious, for I had resolved to sell my life as clearly as possible. Just the inst:mt I touched his breast his monstrous arms were around me, and he was hugging and grunting for all h e was worth, but he did not hurt me until I tried to stick the knife in his heart, and when I did try it b e took a piece out of my shoulder that seemed to me would weigh a pound. Bllt I did llot lose rny presence of mi11d, although his teeth a11d claws had beg1111 to do their work in 1uy flesh. I felt for his heart the second time, and to my great joy found it with the knife. Just as soon as I struck him that lime he gave a deep groan, let go his hold and sank to the ground. I saw him fall, ahd reeled and fell myself, and knew nothing until my friends, who had been attracted by the firing, came to see what I was shooting at and found me lying senseless alongside the great bear. A little brandy soon brought me back to myself, and after telling my story, as I have done here, I and the bear were taken into camp, where I recovered in a day or two. 'l'he bear was hauled to the nearest station and tilted the scales at I 37 3 pounds. His head, neck and breast had been punctured in twelve different places with bullets, showing that I had missed but one shot out of the one in the rifle and twelve in the revolvers. I was also punctured in several places by his teeth and claws, leaving scars that I will carry to my grave, but nevertheless, I have a fine mounted skin rug. H eld Up by Robbers. (By John Griffin, West Philadelphia, Pa.) I at one time lived in gay old Atlantic City. My father, mother, brother and si ster and myself composed the family. My father bought a horse aud a wagon down t he r e, so at last when we decided to come home to Phila delphia m y father and I home in the wagon, and mother, sister and brother callle home in the traiu. It is a very lo,1esome road to travel at night and we knew it, for ofte n we heard of highway robberies on that road at !light. I was ou the lookout all the time for any sudden surp ri se All or a . udden w e heard a rustling in tbe bushes near by, aud there appeared iu the opeu two masked men. Quick as thought, I sprang at one and my father at the other. I overpowered my mau and rendered him uncon sc ious with a blow with my fist. Then I bound and searched him. By this time my father's man got arny and made good his escape. We put the captive in the wagon and brought him to Camden, where he was recogni ze d as a highway robber of that city. An Adventure with a Lion. (By Willis Bentou, St. Louis, Mo.) This story I am going to write is a true story. I and m y father went out hunting one day. We traveled all c:;lay and when it was growiug dark we made a place to camp. After we ate a good supper we went to bed. vVe woke np early in the morniug, and fatl.Jer told me to get a bucket of water at the spring while be cooked the breakfast. I took the bucket and went down to the spring. Looking above me, I saw a lion coming toward rne. A thought ran across my mind. I took my hat, coat pants, stockings a nd shoes aud laid theUJ down together to forn1 a mau. Then I ran behind a big rock and watched the lion. He came creeping down the bil1 until h e could see the fonn of the man, a11d when he did see Jt he gave a ponnce, and fell upo11 the pointy rocks, killiug him instantly. I ran to the camp and told my father that there was a lion dead tjo\\n by the spriug. We went down and took the lion to camp, and I told father how I got him. He told me I did a hrave dee but he never took me out hunting any more .


TliE BU ff ALO Bill STORIES. 29 l\lmost Over a Cliff. (By \Villiam H. Armstrong, Richmond, Va.) \ Vhile three of my boy friends and I were walking out one evening i11 the woods we came t o a cliff. \\Te stood on the edge throwing stones in the water below. After a while we spied a good big log which some of the boys \Yished to throw over the diff. All of us except 0;1e caught hold of it. That one sa id he was afraid he would get hurt. The bovs cotrnted three and their end swayed aud hit me right back of my ear, knocking me for\\"ard, and had it not been for the quickness of my compa1.iio11s they said I wou Id ha \'e been killed. I was knocked senseless. A Timely Rescue. (Dy Albert Cederroth, Brooklyn, N. Y.) While visiting my uncle who lives in the northern p :ir t of J\Iaine near the t o\\'n of Caribou, I had an interesting adventure. One clay I was stancli11g on a plank or board laid over a small but dee p brook, watchilig some fish. As I stood there a small calf came aud tried to cross over, .giving me a push that sent me head first into the brook. I could 11ot swim and fea r ed I wo1Ilcl drown, but just then I heard a splash and I felt some one tugging at my coat collar and was drngged ashore. I turned around and s a w m y rescuer was Max, our neighbor's large Newfoundlaud dog. .I petted him and we went home together. Through the Ice. (By Edward Douoglrne, Medford, Mass.) In havi1;g close shaves I think I have had as close a shave as any o!le. Some boys were skating on a pond, and I was ruu11i1 1 g on the ice whe n it gave way and I went d ow .11. K11ow i11g I could not' swim, I called for h elp. \Vhen the boys saw me some took off their skates and tried the nearest way to get bold of my hands, but at that 1i10ment the ice that I had hold of broke and I went down. But just as I came up for the last time a man caught me with a pole and saved me, but I was sick for a long time. An Accident on a Trapeze. (By Clarence Jones, Watertown, N. Y.) Following is an experience my brother and I had while giving a public perfonnance on a trapeze lately. The place was crowded when we made ot1r appearance. Amid the sea of faces before me I looked for a familiar one, but in vain, and, turning, I stepped back to the rope b y which we ascended to the and going up, hand over hand, was soon seated in my swrng111g perch. As I looked down, I caught sight of a face in one of the boxes that at o n ce attracted my attention. It wa1:1 that of a beautiful girl. Her eyes, tnrnet'I towal'd tne, expressed only alarm at the seeming danger of the performance, and for the moment I longed to assure her of my perfect safety, but my b1other was now by my side, and we began our performance. In the pauses for breath I could see that sweet face, now pale as death and the blue eyes staring, wide open with fear, and I dreaded the effect of our finish, which, being the drop act, gives the uninitiated the impression that both performers abotit to be dashed headlong to the stage. Having completed the double perfol'mance, I ascended to the upper bar, and, casting off the connect, w e began our combination feats. 'While hanging by my feet in the upper trapeze, my brother bei11g 8t1spe;;deLl...from my hands (the lower bar being drawn back by a super ), I felt a slight shock, and the rope began slowly to slip past niy foot. My heart gave a great jump, and then seemed to stoiJ, as I realized our awful situation. The seizing which h eld the rope had parted, and the rope was gliding nro111Hf the bar, and in another moment we would be lying senseless on the stage. I shouted "Under!" to the terrified super, who instantly swung the barback to its place, and I droppe d my brothet on to it as the Inst strand snapped. As I pllmged dowmYard I saw the lower bar darting toward me, as it seemed, and I made a desperate grasp at it, for it was my las t chance. I misse d it! Down through the air I fell, striking heavily on the stage. The blow rendered me senseless, and my collarbone was broken. I was hurried behind the scenes and soon came to my senses. My firr;t thought was that I must go back and go through my pe!'fonnance at once, and I actually made a dash for the stage-but was restrained, and it was many weeks before I was able to perform again. A Rescue from Drowning. (By C larence Bird, Jr., Philadelphia, Pa.) 'fhis adventure occurred dl1ring the month of July, 19011 hi le I was stnying for a short time a t Bridgeport, New Jersey. It was decided to go fishing at the mouth of the Raccoon Creek by a boy by the nnme of Chnrlie Devoy and myself, but upon l'eaching ol1r boat we were confronted by another smalle1 boy, who was gav.ing out upon the water at a "tug" at that time passing. Upon seeing u s, h e knew well enough what our intentions were so he asked me to take him along. 1 didn't have the least irlea of takin g him until my friend said he would take all responsibility. So I agreed, and three of us went. We started then and there, and at a good time, for the tide was going do"n. It '"as decided to come back at about noon when the tide tul'Ded. Charlie took one oar and I took the other, and we certainly did cut the water, until we reached a railroad bridge, about a half mile from our starting place. Here we slac&ened up a little. Willi e Burns, the little fellow we had taken, wanted to row, so I gave him my oar. I sat down in the botton1 of the boat and was lookitig toward the opposite shore when I heartl a splash. Instantly I arose to my feet and e xclnimed: "What was that?" anS\Yered hy CF1arlie, snying, "He is overboard." "Who?" says I and looking to where Willie .was sitting and seeing him not there, I readily kne w who he meant.. Without waiting another moment, I plt1nged i nto the water, and then a waited for the boy to come up. "There he is," s h outed Charlie. Wl1en I saw him I yell ed, "Keep up lf you can!" In no time I was unon h im, and had him upon my back The shore was nearer to' me than the boat was now, so I started for shore, almost exhausted with my heavy burden.' I Jay on the bunk, wonderirig "be11 I onld ever get up, when a kind-hearted stranger who was pHssin g in his carriage stopped and lifted me and Willi e into his caniag-e and drove ns home, where I explaiP.ed to afl the acci tlc:1t, bat there was no more fishing for us that day. CONTEST NOTES. This week closes the contest, boys. Thbnsands of entries have b1te11 r eceived. All entries dated Dece11Jber r will be accepted, even though they do not reac h this office until several clays later. As soon as they are all in the judges will make the awards. Watch for the prize w'inners. Their names will be published at the head of this department. Also, look at the speciaI announcement in this week's BUFFALO Bru. WEEKLY.


BOYHOODS OF F Al\/IOUS l\IIEN. 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 already published are: No. l-Bu ffalo Bill; No. 2-K!t Carson; No. 3-Texas Jack; No. 4Col. Daniel Boone; Nos. 5 and 6-David Cro::kett; No. 7-Genual Sam Nos. 8 ;:o.nd 9-Lewis Wetzel No. 10.-<:?apt. Jol1n Smith, The Celebnited Indian Fighter and Founder of the Colony of Virgin!a. Tbis is the story of the rnau who foundedthe colony of Virginia, aud was its chief defender against the at tacks of the Indians. He w as Inter captured by the redskins and was about to be put to death when Pocahontas, the beautiful daughter of tlie India11 cliief, Powhatan, rescued him in the nick of ti1ue. He was one of the most remarkable men this country ever saw There are few romances wri tteu t !ta t con ta i u more iuteresting or exciting iucidenls than lhe lif e of Captain John Smith. John Smith, who is truly called the fouuder of Virginia, as born in LincoL1shire, England, in a to\\'n called Willoughby, during the year 1 579 Even at so ea rly an age as thirtee n so adventurous and daring h ad his spirit become, he sold his books aud satchel for fm1ds with whic h to get ready to go t o sea The sudden death of his father, however, for the time prevented him. :Before this e\eut, it appears, he had likewise lost.his mother. \\'hat little property bis fathe r left immediately fell to him, thongh he ,,as oblige d to be placed, with his money, in the care of guardians till he should come of age. Those however, as sucb persons often do, p ro v ed unfaithful to the trust reposed in them, auci, knowiug his desire for rm'i11g and adventure, secretly approved of the comse he wa s so anxious to pursue. Thoug h they allo\\"ed h im very little money_.:.probably keeping a sharp. lo okout for them selves in r egard to that-tbey, nevertheless, gave him great personal liberty, rarely offering to interfere with any wandering whim tbat happened to seize bim. Had they been a litt_ le more liberal ru him money, it is not likely that he would have stood in the way of their dishonest projects much longer; but, being as destitute as be was, he knew that he could ill afford to venture very far out of their reach without a m o re adequate supply. So he remained for a tiie where he was. At last, however, they resolved to apprentice him out with a merchant in Lynn, a man engaged very extensively in traffic, and with whom the uneasy youth might have growu iu ti111e to be a prosperous man. But there was another mission in the world for young Johu Sm ith. He was not destined to the drndgery of a store, a1;d tbe comparatively trifling employrneuts of one whose d11ty it is to stau

.r THE BUff/\LO Bill STORIES. 81 enough of such friends ; and so, with his money, he made the best of his way to Paris, without compauion or adviser. At this time he was about fifteen years old; and, for a bo y of fifteen be certainly showed a rare courage aud :;elf-reliauce that would do no discredit to a person of twir.e his years. While he was in Paris he fell in with a gentle1 nan named Hume, a native of Scotland, who conceived a great liking for our young hero, and pro posed to send hin1 with of iutroduction to bis own friends at home. He also filled his purse and generously supplied all his wants. It was the gentiernan's wish to ha\e the youth traiued to be a courtier of King James, chen Jiving in Scotland, but de stined soon to succeed Elizabeth on the throne of England. He liked the lad's spir'it and intel.Jigence, and felt sure that, even at that age, he promised u11com111on things. Aud his after lif e showed how accurate w as the judgment of his Scottish frieud. Undoubtedly Smith honestly engaged to go to Scot la11d, just as his new friend desired. But he was a youth of such a vagraut disposition, of s u ch erratic ways of thi11king, of st:ch clazz li ug and uncertain hopes for the future, and thus far so entirely ::iccustomed to follow out only his own uufettered impulses, that the reader must not wonder to filld that, as soon as he was once away from the influence of his benefactor, he forgot him altogether. Such was the fact: H e thonght and cared uo more for his hopes of preferment at court. He was wholly taken up with the vague propensities for roving and wandering that beset him on every hand. By the time he reac h ed Rouell his money was all gone. This was about the period of the civil wars tliat prevailed in France between the Catholics aud Protesta11ts. alld euded with the violent death of King Henry the Fourth. Froni the uarrative of his own life, which he wrote a great many years afterward, it seems th a t he was the n a.ttra'cted by the sound of martial music, t\nd the pomp of m ilitary preparations; and tha t at length h-:: enliste d as a soldier ::incl fotight 011 the side of the Protestants. Having 011ce tasted of this strange excitemeut, it was difficult for him to gi1e it up; and, as rnon, therefore, as peace followed iu France he was a11xious to hurry. away to the next field where his services might be needed. Accordingly, he eulisted iu a band of English troops, that were at that til1le actillg as auxiliaries against Spain in the Netherlands, and served on this iawous European battlefield. After the expiratiou of about four years, he suddenly bethought himse lf of the letters e11trusted to him by his \friend, the Scotch gentleman, in Paris. Actiug imme diately on his thought, he hurried a\\'ay to take ship for Leith, a port in Scotlaud. The vessel in which be em barked was wrecked on the voyage; but his own life was provide11tially saved. Hardly was he free of this disaster when he was overtaken hy a fit of severe sickness Oil the Isle of Northumberland, and his life for s o me time despaired of. But he recovered at length, and has. teued to Scotland to deliver llis letters. There he was recefred with the utmost kindness, and found friends everywhere at his hand. But circumstances conspired to prevent his success at court. Tired with bis petty disappointmeuts there in Scot land, he returned at length to _bis native town of Wil loughby, in England, where he passed much of his time in social enjoyments and friendly delights. Even t .his wearied bim in turn, and be begau to sigh for more active and manly employment. Already be had seen much of the great world beyond his native town, and his spirit chafed and grew restless at this quietude aud silent r estraint. A small country town, it may well be supposed, helcl out few atractions either to occupy or detaill an active spirit like his. He grew impatient and fretful. He could scarcely bear to see his feJ.low creatures around him; and finally, as an antidote to his peculiar disease, he resolved to withdraw from society aud the world altogetLer. Adopting the dress aud habits of a hermit, he plunged into tbe forest, and built what he called a ''pavilion of boughs," in which he lived his life of seclusion. He shot venison for his food. He still kept a servant near him, aud through him held all the converse with the world that he wished. But it was not to last long so. Very soon he bade adieu to his romautic woodland retrea t, and went rambling again in the Netherlands. At this time he was nineteen years old. Shortly after he secured an a ppoin tm en t on the staff of an A ustl'ian general, Earl Meldritch, aud started off with the regi ment to fight the Turks, one of the most cruel people living Oil the face of the earth. Mahomet the Third was the Grand Seignor of Turkey at this period, having recently succeeded to the throne and to the management of the hitherto disastrous war with Germany. It was in the latter part of the year 1601 when our hero enlisted; and during that year there bad been fought many very severe battles between the two nntions, resulting generally to the advantage of the Turks. The latter had succeeded in obtaining a foot holcl in Hungary and other provinces, of which it wa;; found next. to impossible to disposse ss them. So bold had they grown with their recent successes that they pushed on through the country in the face of all obsta cles, and lnid siege to q1e walled town of Olympach. Lord Ebersbaught had been assigned to the defense of .... __


32 THE BUFFALO Bill STORIES. this place which he now held with his forces. The Turks lay encamped around it to the number of twenty thousand. 'l'hey daily mad. e vigorous efforts to enter, battering the walls and destroying all the ou tworks against which they could safely bring their powers of assault. The condition of the garrison was rapidly be coming distressing, and it was evident at headquarters that, without assistance, they could hold out but a little while longer. In this extremity the Baron Kissell was dispatched to their relief with a force of artillery; but it was soon found that it was wholly inadequate to the tryiug emergency. Under the baron served the Earl Meldritch,' with his troops of cavalry, and Smith, as we have alreariy said, formed oue of his staff. Immediat e ly on arriving on the ground he gained the confidence of the baron by his spirit and intelligence, and was transferred to a post nearer. the baron's person. So unequal were the forc es of the baron to those of the Turks he discovered that be could do no more than now and then cut off parties carrying supplies, or a straggling detachment that foolishly threw itse lf within his reach. This was hardly better than nothing at all; he saw that if he was to be of any service it could be only in con j unction with the besieged army of Lord Ebersbaught within the town. To effect his object, the chances of which now l ooked dark and dubious enough, he set his sharpest wits at work forthwith. Perhaps be could find a man, he thought, who possessed the courage and daring to attempt the passage of th e weH-g11arded Turkish lines. In the midst of his perplexity the person he wanted was just at his band. John Smith offered a timely suggestion that ::ieemed to be nothing less than tlie easy solution of the riddle. When in Vienna in company with Lord Ebersbaught, he remembered to have told hirl1 of a telegbaphic system, by which, with lighted torches, he might express any of the letters of the alpha bet and so con\"e y both words and senteuce s as far as the lights could b e plainly seen. Smith felt confident tha t Lord Ebersbaught bad not by this time forgotten his secret and proposed to put his t elegraphic system in operation at the earliest moment possible. There was a high mountain, about seven miles away from Olympach, on the top of which he determined to light his signals. First be built three fires, equally distant from one another. The garrison saw them at once, and t hei r commander, recollect ii1g the secret which the young stranger had communicated to him before, quickly com prehended their mysterious meaning. He answered the signals with three similar fires from the top of the walls. Smith's heart leaped within him for joy at so happy a discovery, and he immediately telegraphed back again, by means of bis torches, letter by letter, and worctby word, the followin g sentence: ''On Thursday, at night, I will charge on the east. At the a-la.rm, sally forth!" Without delay, the answer was returned by the delighted commander of the garrison, ''I will!" Smith forthwith hurried back to the camp and set on foot the necessary preparations for the approaching assault. TO BE CONTINUED. /\n Anecdote /\bout Buffalo Bill. (By Clarence Benson, St. Louis, Mo.) Buffalo Bill had many adventures among the Indians. My father, who is now 73 years old, told me that be and five other meu were under his command. They were going to the fort, which was about fifteen miles away, when snddenly from the west a tribe of Indians-twentythree in number-came toward them. The next moment they saw another tribe of Indians, seventeen in number, coming from tbe east. Buffalo Bill and his meu had 110 means o f escape. The chief di smounted, telling his men to do the same thing. The chief then took the horses and with his knife be slashed the five horses' throats, piling them on top of each other. Thus they prepared for battle. The Indians who were coming from tbe east now joined their comrades, and came at a slow pace. When the Indians were within rifle range Buffalo Bill opened fire and succeeded in killi11g thirty-two In dians and seveuteen ponies. The rest of the Indians flew with fright, forgetting their dead. Buffalo Bill had an arrow in his arm and one in his shoulder. Two of our men were dead with bu llet !mies in their breasts. Our men captured some of the llldians' ponies and were soon on their way to the fort to tell of their adventure. EDITORIAL. Our readers have noticed that from No. 20 we have us ed the same general tit!e for this series, which will be continued for about thirteen issues, when a new title will be used for another series of Buffalo Bill stories equally absorbing; and t.his plan will be continued indefinitely. We believe our readers will welcome this change as an improvement, since we can thus avoid any duplicates in titles or the use of any title bearing a similarity to others. Of course each issue will be numbered differently in rotation, as he1-etofore, and also bear upon its cover a diff erent picture illustrating some important incident in the story which clearly distingu i shes one issue from another. The stories are really issued in the same manner as heret ofore except that one title is used for a number of them.


JESSE JAMES STORIES W E were the first pub-lishers in the world to print the famous stories 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 110 one shall be deceived in accepting the spurious f0r the real, we are now publishing th


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