Buffalo Bill's victories. Chapters 124-130

Buffalo Bill's victories. Chapters 124-130

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Buffalo Bill's victories. Chapters 124-130
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issued Weekly. No.30. ,, i A ,WEEKL'( DEVOTED BORDER HI By Subscription $2.so j>er Ent>red as Second Class Matter at New York Post Office by STREET & SMITH, :i.J8 Wt7ltam St., N. Y ..<: "NOW I PLAY REVOLVERS AS MY TRUMPS, PARDSI" CRIED BUFFALO BILL LEVELING HIS REVOLVERS OVER THE SADDLE.-(CHAPTER cxxx.)


A WEEKLY PUBLICATION DEVOTED TO BORDER Hl5TORY Issued Weekly. By Subs crip tion $2.,so per year. Entered as Seco1td Class Malter at tlze N. Y. Pt>st Office, by STREET & SMITH, 23/J William St., N. Y. Entered accbrdillK to Act of Congress in t/Ui year IQOI, in tlte Office oftl;e Librarian of Cortgress, Washington, D. C. N o 30. NEW YORK, December 7, 1901. Priu Five: Cents. BUff ALO BILL'S VICTORH:S. By the author of "BUFF ALO BILL" CHAPTER CXXIV. THE REDSKIN HEIRESS-ON THE WAY TO THE INDIAN VILLAGE. Poker City was a characteristic border town in the heart of a mining region, and its denizens were of a type that did not inspire perfect confidence in a stranger at the first glance. Still, beneath some of those bearded faces hone s ty and nobleness were hidden, the work-worn hands could give a square grip, and a true heart beat under the coarse woolen shirt. Many-in fact, most of them-were men "on the make," and adventurers livin g for the purpose of making a forfune in the easiest way to themseives. But there were others who had come there to work hard for fortune's smiles and to take the yellow metal they bad dug from -the earth, back to tlie loved ones in the far-away homes. "The Iris!J Stew," was the princ ipal hotel of the pl ace, if it even c ould be designated under that title, and then the re were the cabins of the miners, a score of stores, double that number of drinking shops and gambling saloons, the grandest of the latter being "Paddy's Pasture," as the sign read. Then there were several blacksmith shops, a jail, which was 11se d for preaching in when there a parson to preach, the pri soners if any, being ironed during the service. Such was Poker Cit y at the time I write of, and it. is no wonder that a young man, who alighted from the noonday stage, before "The Irish Stew,'' gazed somewhat curiously around him. He was a ma n of iarge stature, well-formed, dressed in a corduro y hunting suit. He wore a sombrero and top boots, and had a face that was good -looking, resolute, fearless and yet a trifle cunning. If he wa s armed, he wore his weapons under liis sack coat, and l ooked, what many believed he \ Yas, a huntsma n, or a stage line or express agent. UJ_Jou the register of the h cte l he wrote his n arne in a bold hand, and it read:


.. 2 THE BUFF l\LQ BILL "Markoe Mann-St. Louis." He asked for a pleasant room, said he expected to remain some little time, wished to know where he co11ld purchase a good horse and procure a good guide. These questi.ons he asked of the "Governor, 11 as the landlord was called, and who had come to the proprietorship of the hotel through the death of the former owner, Bouncer Brooks, who had laid a plot for the assassination of Buffalo Bill, and been promptly caught in his own death trap. "Governor" Dave had been the "Boss of the Bar,'' before, and felt his dignity greatly by his promotion. To Markoe Mann's question he answered: ''I can sell you as good a horse as you ever backed, and that belonged to my late lamented friend, the former proprietor of my hotel. "I can give you pleasant quarters and good hash as long as you pay for them, and I'll find some one who can tell you about a guide. "Come, take som 'in an' then go fo and get your dinner while it's hot, for I hate cold victuals, an' you look as though you might do the same. 11 Markoe Mann accepted both invitations of the Governor, and when he had taken his seat at the hotel table he found next to him a man who had a youthful-looking form, but whose hair, worn falling upon his shoulders, and beard, which fell to his waist, were almost snow-white. His eyes were black and piercing, his face .bronzed and ruddy, and there were few that could g11p.:s within a quarter of a century of his age. He wore black buckskin leggings, a huntiug shirt of the same material, top boots, a belt of arms, and a black sombrero lay by his chair. "I heered you ax fer a guide, Pard Stranger?" said the man, addressing Markoe M ann, after he had taken his seat. "Yes, I wanted to engage a good man for some work I had on hand. "Do you know of such?" "I does." "Is he in Poker City?" "He are." "And can be relied on?" "For what biz?" "As a man who will not shirk danger or hardship!" "He can." "And is thoroughiy acquainte d with this c ountry and the Indian tribes?" "He are." "'Then he will suit me. What is his name?" "Buckskin the scout." "Where c a n I find him?" "Right here." "Whe re ?11 and Mann glanced up and down the table at t!ie few b o ard e rs still eating. "I are Buckskin tlie scout." "You?" "Yas; don't I look it, Stranger Pard?" Markoe Mann looked at the buckskin suit and white hair and b eard, and said honestly : "You do." "Ah! yer thinks I needs recommendations as ter bein' ther scout?11 "I do not doubt your capacity s i r and if you are known here as a scout of ability I will engage your services." "Ask ther Governor ef I hain 't a man thet knows a pony track from a huffier bull huf." "Well, come to my room after dinner and we will talk it over. 11 "I'll be thar, pard.11 Markoe Mann having finished discussing the din ner, sought "Governor Dave. 11 ''Do you know a man here by the name of Buck-skin?'' "I do." "Well, is he a good scout?" "No one has a better reputation as such, though little el s e is known regarding him." "Tell me what you know of him, please?" "Well, he has led the Vigilantes in several of their expeditions, is as brave as a lion, and was once the only survivor of a p

THE BU Ff ALO BILL STORIES. 3 "I doesn't smoke, pard, fer it ousteadies the narves, an' seldom are it I takes tanglefoot, fer thet makes a man jerky, an' one in my biz hes ter be sure he kin hit dead center when he has call ter shoot.?' "This is a pretty wild place, Poker City, and a man's life is not worth much here?" volunteered Mann, inquiringly. "Well, it are a leetle tough, in its ways; but then a man's life are wuff jist an much ter him here as it are in other places, only thar hain't as many as kin car' .o' the'rselves, an' ther law don't help 'em. "As fer me, I are not meddlesome, but ef I are called 011 ter subscribe ter a entertainment, I allus tries ter be lib'ral. N owl pard, what are yer name?" "Markoe Mann." "W bar does yer hail from?" "St. Louis." "A likely village, I has heerd; waal, what kin I do fer yer ?" "You kn ow this country well?" ''I do e s, from Oregon ter Texas. '' "You are acquainted with the Indian tribes who are in the vicinity?'' "Yas, an' they is acquainted with me." "Do you know the tribe of Black Bear?" "I does, and ther B'ar hisself." "Indeed; then you are the man I want," said Markoe l\1a1111, eagerly. "I guess I are," was the laconic response. "Does Black Bear have his village far from here?" "A purty long jump." "'He is a great chief." "He is ther boss of 'em all, au' squar', tool fer an Injuu." "Has he any family 7" "Fambly ?" "Yes, a wife and children?" ''Waal, he had a white wife, which he tuk from a settlement, she goin' with him as his squaw, ter keep his warriors from massacrein' ther settlement." "What became of her?" "She were too high-toned ter live in a tepee, an' she tamed her toes up ter ther daisies jist one year an' a half arter she became Mrs. Black B'ar." "Did she leave any children?" "Yas, pa rd."' "How many?" "Waal, some says two, an' then I hes heerd thet one are ther child of Bear's second wife, who was the daughter of a chiefl whom he married shortly arter marryiu' his first wife, ter consolidate ther tribes. "Yer knows, I reckon, thet Injuns is like Mor mons, they kin hev more'n one wife?" "Yes, so I have beard.,, "But, tell me, Buckskin, was this child by his first wife a boy or girl?" "She were a girl, an' t'other one, by ther Injun wife, he were a boy." "Do you know her name?" "They calls her Red Dove, but she can show ther claws o' a wildcat, when she are cornered, aud are ::is good on ther trail an' ther shoot as any warrior in ther tribe. ''Ther boy are calt Iron Eyes, an' he hev already won his eagle feathers, an' ther two tergether, au' they hunts as a pair, are a team as 110 man w'u 'd find it healthy ter tackle." The eyes of the young lawyer sparkled with joy at the discovery he had made thus far, and he mentally congratulated J1imself upon being so fortunate as to meet Buckskin. "Tell me, my friend, when did you last see this maiden?" "Red Dove?'' "Yes." "About two Vlleeks ago." "Is she pretty?,, "Purty hain't no name, pard, for she are jist dervine." ''How old is she?'' 'Bout sixteen or thereabout." "She has the Indian complexion, of course." "Oh! she do show thet thar's Injnn blood in her veins; but then there white blood o' her ma are more evident, an' she were a beauty." "You knew her mother, then?,, Tl1e old scout fairly started at the question, and a strange fire flashed in his eyes, while he seemed about to make some quick reply; btlt checking himself, he said, quietly: "Yas, I kuowed her." "What was her name?" "Lou Lorin." ''There can be no mistake," muttered the lawyer, half aloud, and then be asked: ''Does the Red Dove speak English?'' "As good as I does--Waal, I'd better say as


THE BUFFALO BILL sroRIESo you does, fer my English are jist a leetle off c-0lor, as fer lllay hev observed, pard." "But she is not educated?" "Pard, don't yer s h o w yerself a greenhorn, ef yer by eddication ther l'arnin' she hev got out o' books "But ef yer means ridin' a bar'back mustang, shootin' a bow an' arrer, throwin' a lariat, hittiu' dead center with a rifle an' pistol, an' throwin' a knife whar she aims it, she are ther best eddicated gal I ever seen. "They say a missionary what dwelt a long time in ther tribe taught her book-Jamin', but I do e s n't know that.,, "Well, my mau, I have come out wes t just to see the Red Dove.'' Old Buckskin looked his "\\That! does yer intend ter git her ter with a cirkiss as ther most beaut'ful Inj 1111 gal on top o' ther 'arth ?" "No." "Does yer want ter marry a Injnn gal?" "No. I suppose I can trust yon"?" "Yer kin ontil death do u s part." "Well, as I told you, I am a lawyer." You c1 o n t say ? "I am iu charge of a property t 'hat was left by one Captain Frefl Lorin to the child of hi s dau ghter, the same Lon Lorin tlHJ.t married Black J3ear. '' "A Injun gal with money?" "Yes, and it is a l a rge fortune at that. ''Now, I have come here to meet this Red Dove, who is the heiress, and tell her of her g0od fortune, urging that she retnrn t o St. Louis wi t h me and take possession of it." "Lardy! but is yer hitched, pard ?" "I don't understand.'' "Is yer married?" "Oh, no, I am a single 1na11." "I see; waal, yer wants meter arrange fer yer ter see th er Red Dove?'' "I do." "\iVhat are yer .willin' ter plank?" "How do you mean?" "What amount o' dust are it worth ter yer ter see ther gal?'' "Five hundred dollars." "My scalp are worth more than that." i. "Then it wonld be dangerous to go to Bl ack Bear's village?" "Jist try it, pard; but afore yer leaves kt me hev a lock o' yer ha'r ter send yer parints, f e r tber Injuns w'u'd take ther rest." "I have no desire to be killed, bt1t I will risk any danger to see the Red Dove.'' "Ye r see, old Black B'ar did Jove thet white wife o' bi s'n, tliar's no dot1bt, an' she made a good Injuu o' him, an' eddyca t ed him all she c .'u'd. "\Vaal, all thet love, a n more, too he hev give ter lier child, an' ther man as goes to take th e r Red Dove away from him h es a hard road ter travel, I ki11 swar. '' "Then there must be some secret arrangement uiade to see her?" "Yas." "And c .an you arrange to do this?" "Ikin.'1 "Wl1at is your price?" "Two thousand dolhirs." "That is a large sum." "I hev a large scalp lock." "\Vell, yo u arrange for m e t0 meet the Red Dove, and I will pay you the money. l' "I tell yer, pard, jist l ea v e it with a friend o' mine in to wn, ter pay it ter me w h e n I brings a order fro m you, or give it back ter you ef I doesn't take yer t e r ther gal. "The t are fa'r an' sq u a'. h ain't it?'1 "Yes, a11d I will do as yo n wish. "Now, when shall we start on our trip?" "In a week's time, fer I hes got ter l'rn ther doin' o' a feller o' ther gal's, an' who would fight ther devil ter sarve her, ef he tho n g lit we meant any harm to her.'' "Ent, on the contrary, I mean only good to her. But who is this man?" asked Mann, somewhat anxiously. "A fr'en' o' hers." "An Indian?" "No; he are cl'ar white, an' a terrer." "A bad haracter, yo u mean?" "He are ther b addest man in these parts on tner shoot, an' Poker City knows it." "Bl1t who is he?" 'You'll find his name on ther tavern register when he comes ter town, an' he do sometimes, as Buffalo Bil 1, tli e r Dead-Shot Scout.


THE .BUFFAL01BILL STORIES. 5 "Ha Buff a lo Bill, th e famous fro ntiersman?" Tl1e r sa me." "Ile i s known all over t h e cou ntry.,. "He a re ther t errer in th ese p a rts, an, yet he are a p eacea b)e man when they do es n t ril e him." A nd h e live s h e r e?" No, p ard; he has a raucli they sa y is h aunted 'wny off iu tlier mount<1ins. "''r lie r b o ys w ent t lia r t e r git ac q u ainted with him, an' th ey suc ce e ded, au' lie hev h e l pe d the r Poker City graveyard along amazin' "He run t e r cover the r Red Robin, a renegad e of the r m ouutains, a ud then DeY il Da n, our V i gilante ca p111, wlio we re piayin' a d o11ble gan1e fer lie w e re a roa d agent, t oo <1n' Rec1 D o v e an' I n n Eyes, h e r h alf b ro th e r, h e l ped him i11 t he m s crapes, an tl>er gal a11' Old B iad; B'a r on'st tuk k ee r o' Bu ffal o Bill when h e wer e w ounde d, so he s i ts grea t s tore b y the t Inj un fomb ly." "B11t I Ii a v e c o llle h e re for tl1e go o d of the g irl, and I s h a ll a ll o w n o interference" from Buffalo Bill or any othe r 111a111 sa id Markoe Mann, s t ernly. Para, th e t hain' t ther question a ster what yer'll allow; it are w h a t Bill will allow.'' "He m u s t k ee p c le a r o f me or the re will be trouble." "You talks an' l o ok s grit, parcl, an' I beli e v es yer' ll b ack up yer w o rd s "But ther b es t plan are not ter l e t Bill know about yer wantin. g ther gal, an, then thar will b e no trouble. "Did yer eve r write a lette r t e r th e r Iujun agint here about th er gal, an' a fortin' l ef t h er?" "Yes," answered the lawye r, with surprise, and then h e added : "But I got no answer." "More'n likely, as ther lette r were tuk from ther mail b y the r road agint, Chie f Dan, an' fell inte r Bill's han's as a inheritance, h e hevin' got him strung up fer ther safety o' ther commoonity. "Buffalo Bill 'vised the gal ter go Eas t with a young man, an' s ee ef thar were any truth i11 it, an' thet young feller tried ter force ther gal ter marry him, kept her tied in a cave, an as Bill m e t a friend who had jis t come ther way they went, an' hadn't seen 'em, he got anxio us, strnck thar trail, an' thet yo11ng fell e r ji s t tarned his toes up ter ther dai s ies. "The n Bill tuk ther gal back ter her p eo pl e "This didn't leak out in gene ral, pard, but I kno w s about it; so yer see I hes heerd o' this fortin' fer a Injnn h e iress afore." "So it se em s ; but does this Buffalo Bill love the girl? " o, pard, he be married." "Well, arrange it your own way for me to see 111er." "I' ll d o it, an' first find out jist whar Buffalo Bill a re, au' wha t h e are doin'." CHAPTER CXXV. BUFFA L O BIL L A N D THE MONTANA BUI,LIES-ON THE ROOST T RAIL. Tlie morning fo llo w i n g the departure of Old Bu ck s k in and tlie l a wye r o n t he hunt for the Indian h eiress, a l1or;:;e111an rod e s l owl y into Poker City. He wa s a m a n o f s pl e n d i d physi que, over six feet in h e i g ht, bro a:ishould ere d a nd sa t his horse a superb aninial, with the ea s e o f o n e born in the sad d l e T h e brid le a nd trappings, the saddle and s erape, the la s t in a roll b ehind t h e s a d dle tree, were of the fines t kind a n d very s h o wy, and the black animal steppe d p ro u d l y as though h e h a d pride in his outfit an d ri der. A s hi s coat w a s op en, a gold buckle that fastened the ends of a l ea th er b elt w a s vi s ible, a nd this con t aine d t w o ievol ve r s and a long bowie knife, while Hbove hi s b oot le g s w e re sticking the butts of two more revoke r s mos t e as il y gotte n at if needed. The fa ce of the man was a study for a u artis t, for it w as cl ear cut in ev e r y f eature fe a rle ss to r eckles s n es s an d r esolute t o sternness The ey es were dark aud full o f fire, and seemed to l oo k oue throug h and through, and the hair was very lon g falling b elo w h is s hould e r s and of a dark browu hu e a n d wavy. A mus t a ch e with long end s but h a lf hid the determined mon th, and the ro w s of e v e n, milk-white t e eth. Altoge th e r, h e w as a m a n t o d o and d a re, to win l ov e a n d c a u s e fea r, a b i t te r foe, a true friend, one who a s k ed no odtls a nd t ook a ll clia n c e s c al m as a l\fay m urn in the g rea t es t cla n ge r and d e ad l y as D eath w h e n attac k ed. A s h e ente red th e str e e t o f P o k er C i t y h e urged l 1 is h o r s e into a c ante r, an d stoppin g b efo t e the "Iris h Stew," di s m ounted.


6 THE BUFF f\LO BlLl STORIES. "Go to the stable, Midnight," he said quietly t his horse, when he had taken off his saddle roll, an the intelligent animal galloped around the hotel t the back yard, as though well knowing the place. "Ah! Buffalo Bill. Glad to see you. Haven't seet you since the day we hung up Dan," said Governo Dave, extending his hand in welcome, and in th other holding out a pen for him to register his name. "Thank you, Dave. Is there any news in town?" asked Buffalo Biil, in his soft tones and quiet way. "Not an item, an' things are stale since the gang got cleaned out, an' there's talk of a chnrch and a temp'rance society. But the stage going west is due soon, and there may be something of interest to hear then. How's your ranch?" "All getting along well, thank you; but is this person here?" and Buffalo Bill pointed to a name on the register, which he had been quietly glancing over. "Ah! you mean Mr . Mann?" "Yes; who is he?" "A lawyer from St. Louis, I believe, and a reg'lar gent all over. Pays for all he gets, au' got good ac comodatious. '' "Is he here now?" "No." "Gone?" "Yes last night." "By stage?" "No, on horseback; did you know him, Bill?" "I have heard of him and would have been glad to see him. Where has he go11e ?" "Don't know." "Which way did he go?" "Up in the mountaius." "Not alone?" "Oh, no; he had a guide." "Who?" "Buckskin." "Yes, I have seen him; but, tell me, Governor, do you know what brought this lawyer to Poker City?" "I do not. He said he had biz here, and went off with Buckskin." "Which trail did they take?" "You don't mean the lawyer harm, I hope, Bill, for he is a prime fellow.'' "No, I wish to be of service to him." ''Ah! well, they took the Roost trail." "Thank you, Dave." Hardly had the words been spoken when the stage horn was heard ringing through the valley, and all the loungers in the room stampeded for the hotel piazza, followed by Buffalo Bill and the proprietor. A mom'ent after up dashed the Overland stage, sixin-haud, and driven by Rush, the crack driver of the road. Upon each side of the driver sat an individual of striking appearance, as regarded size, looks and general make-up. They were almost giants in size, weighing fully two hundred and fifty pounds each, and measuring six feet six inches in their stocking feet. They were dressed in buckskin leggings, panther skin sack coats, and wore caps of wildcat skins, the heads in front, the tails hanging down their backs. Their hair was very long, and their beards, too, and one was a blonde, and the other a brunette. Their faces were cruel and brutal, and as they sprang to the ground from the box, they showed the agility of cats, alighting very easily, it seemed, in spite of their weight. 'l'hey were thoroughly armed, that was evident, and a more savage pair even Poker City did not care to claim as citizens. "Who in thunder be they?" asked one of the by standers. The question was answered by Rush, the driver, who called out to the laudlord: "Gov'nor, I hes brought yer this trip as hash eaters, these two pilgrims, as says they is trav'liu' fer fun, an' I told 'em this were ther place ter git all they wanted, an' in s ide ther hearse ar' a young lady th et are sunshine ter look onter, an' seems out o' place in these here wild diggin 's. '' All present were gazing at the two passengers designated as "pilgrims in search of fun," and now they glanced at the coach door at .the fair passenger, just as she placed a small foot upon the step to alight, and seeing which, one of the pair of giant amusement seekers sprang forward to her aid, seized her in his arms and carried her toward the piazza of the hotel to the astonishment of all present. The huge borderman who had taken the maiden in his arms in spite of her indignant cry of alarm, was the brunette of the pair of giants, and he deliberately walked with l,1er to the piazza, and still holding her firmly in his grasp, for she was powerless to resist, said in an insolent tone:


THE BUFFJ\L( BILL STORIES. 7 "I charge a kiss from them pretty lips for my services." As he spoke he deliberately drew the face of the maiden toward his huge, bewiskered month, when there came a sharp report of a pistol, and the bully uttered a curse and started back, releasing the maiden from !Jis grasp, and who to9k refuge with a glad cry inside of the door. "Hold on, my man, for I've got you covered." The words were uttered in the clear voice of Bnffalo Bill, aud a revolver in each hand covered each one of the bullies. "Dnrn yer, yer hes declar'd war, hes yer ?" yelled the bully, facing Buffalo Bill, yet seemingly seeing that in the man which prevented him from drawing his revolver and risking a shot, while his companion seemed to feel the same way, for though his hand rested on his weapon, it was not drawn from tlie hols ter. "Yes, I declare war against any brute who insults a woman, and I should have killed yon; but instead, I was merciful and merely c.lip .ped a piece of your nose off to add to your beauty," was Bill's quiet response. There was no doubt but that quarter of an inch of the bully's nose had been cut off by BilPs surely aimed bullet; but that it aclded to the beauty of the giant all doubted. "You is havin' fun rather suddint, pards. ''I told yer Poker City were th er boss place ter enj'y yerselves," cried Ri1sh, who had dismounted from his box. "Who are you?" growled the brunette giant savagely, addressing Buffalo Bill, and walking to the side of his companion. "I'll interdoose yer, pards; thet are Buffalo Bill, ther Dead Shot," cried Rush, aud it was evident from the start both men gave at the name, that Buffalo Bill was not unknown to them, at lea .st by reputation. "An' Bill," continued Rnsh, "these pil grims are Blonde Bill and Brunette Bill, from Mon tana, an' they hes been ci rkilatin' around th er ken try cha win' up leetle folks, so th ey tells me, an" hevin' lots p' fun. "They are a-pressin' the'r notice on thet p11rty lady on ther way over, an' she give 'em ter 011der stand she didn't want ter hev anything ter say ter 'em; but they kep' it up an' I was too durned skeert of 'em to chip in, so I thanks yer fer amusin' 'em, fer thet is what they hes comed here fer." "Do you wish to press this matter, or let it drop?" asked Bill, addressing the mau he 11ad wounded, and from whose disfigured nose the blood was dripping. are strangers an' you hold ther drop 011 us, so I says let up," said the man known as Brunette Bill. "And I say put up yer weepin' now, but sail in any other time yer likes,'' adde

THE BUFF J\LJ BILL STORIES. you; but m y nam e is Willi a m F. Cody, and if thos e goin g into the b ar, where Carrots was busy with the 8 rasc a l s annoy you any m o re, just send for me." two gi ant Bills, as alread y the huge pair had been "One mome nt, Mr. Cody." christe n e d in Poker City Buffalo Bill hesit a ted. "Bill, I wants y e r ter drink with me," cried "What w a s the name you were called by the1 t Rush, the driver, a s he e s pied Bill, and drawing him driver?" 1 up to one end of the bar he continued in a low t one: Buffa lo Bill, they call me." I A ll th e r w ay over I w a s a-prayin' thet you might "Ar e y ou th e Buffalo Bill who ha s won such a be in Pok e r Cit y an' th e m tw o pick you up fer a fam o u s n ame as a scout in Kansa s and along the borrow, a n m y prayer were an s wered. der?" "Yer s ee, they hes been ther t e rrers all throug h I ha v e been a sc o ut, miss," replied Buffalo Bill. ther up kentry, an' I were w a rned, when I tuk 'em No w I hav e se e n y ou, I do not wonder that men on ther hears e thet ther boys of Poker City had bett e ll strange stories o f y onr d e eds. ter look out. ''I e xpe cted t o see if I eve r m e t y ou, a man not unlike th e on e who in s ulte d me; but I fiud in you a true man, and a gentleman." B11ffalo Bill b o wen l o w a nd a g ain s t a rte d to lea ve, wh e n a g a i n th e m a i de n de tained him. ''One mo m en t pl e ase "I c ame h e re on an im portant mi s si o n, and am alone ancl friendl ess. "This i s n o pla c e for such as I am, I w e ll know; but I am impelled by du t y in comin g here, and I nee d som e one to a id and adv is e m e ' I h ave m oney an d a m able to pay for ser v ices ren der e d, and I ask y o u to c ontinue to be my friend, and I will m a k e known to y ou th e s e cret of m y com ing.,, I will do all I can, miss, and--" "My name is Eila Elsley sir." "Well, M:is s Eisley, c o mm a nd my se rvic e s in any way you wish, but r ellle mb e r, I do not s e rv e yon for pay. I J ''Nor would I ask y ou to, only there will be ex penses incurred in setv in g m e which I will defr ay; but I detain y ou now, I fear." "Is it so urg ent that I must act for y ou at once?" asked Bill in a meditative way. \"No, not for s ev eral da ys, if y ou have other eu g a gements. 1 "I have something to do th a t will keep m e for a few days, and perhaps a week, and I inte nd starting at dawn to attend to it. "Upon my r eturn I wi l l b e wholl y at leisnre." '"fi1en I will wait until your return, Mr. Cod y but if disengaged this evening, I will make known to you my mission here, and then perhaps y ou can set tle upon some plan that is best for m e t o follow." Bill promised to see her after supp-:r, and left, "I tell yer they hes tamed to e s up ter ther dnisi e s in ev e r y t o wn they he s been in, an' I never expe ct e d ter s ee e m w ilt a s they did ter-d ay. "But the y h e s h o r s e sen s e an' they s ee y ou were dead sure of em so the y sq uole; but yer keep yer e y es o n 'em Bill, bo y fer th e y means mischief, fer th e y hes alr-eady said thet to-m o rr e r they will drive ye r out o camp. Now, thet are the r Giant Bill s threat, an' I warn y er. '' "We ll, they may do it, R 11sh, for they are u g l y customers t o deal with, I am certain," and with a light laugh Bill turned a way a11d went in to dinner, which was b y no m e ans a commonpl ace meal at the Irish Stew." By the time he ha d finished his dinner he had been visited by / a dozen friends, and received as many wr e tchedly scrawle d notes, all te1ling him that the giants h a d made the threat to drive him ont of Poke r City the next d ay. True to his promise, Buff a lo Bill s e n t word to the fair gue st of th e "Irish S tew" tha t he was ready to s e e her. Her coming bad m y stified the citi zens of Poker Cit y immensely, and all the miner swells and young shopke e pers not to speak of the cowbo ys, who were quite n u merou s in the vicinity i1ad vi s ited the hotel in the hop e o f s eeing her. The fam e of her b eauty had spread like wildfire, and also the act of Buffalo Bill, and the pair of strange rs had come in for their sh are of talk, and the result was that Carro t s w a s kept busy disp ensi11g spirits to thos e who wer e athirst. Now, the "Stew" wa s by no means a grand hotel, in any sense of the word, J or i t w as built of boards, aud was uot even an imposing structure, but it was a


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. comfortable tavern for that wild land, its table was good, aud some of its rooms that pretended to luxury were at least not uncomfortable. Ella Eisley had been given the star chamber, which was a bedruom and small cuddy, designated a parlor, attached. Into this private parlor Buffalo Bill was ushered. "Be seated, Mr. Cody, and first let me tell you that the maid s ays those two wretches have O!Jenly threatened to drive you from Poker City to-morrow," said the maiden, somewhat anxiously. Buffalo Bill smiled and answered: "Their threat has been repeated to me by many, Miss Eisley, and, as I leave before daybreak, they may have the credit of driving me off-un11:t I return.'' There was a significance h1 the last three words of the scout which Ella Eisley could not fail to see, and she gave a slight shudder, but answered: '(Well, as you seem wholly capable of taking care. of yourself, I will only say be careful. "Now, let me tell JiOU why I am here." "I will gladly listen, miss." "Did you ever hear of a miner in this region by the name of Andrew Boyce?" "I do not remember such a name, though I have not lived very long on this part of the froutier, Miss Elsley." "I believe he was known as Moonlight Andy, as he was wont to work all day and on moonlight nigh ts, too." "Ah, I have heard such a name spoken of among the miners, and believe that he died in the mountains. "So it was said; he had a pard, as they call comrades here, known as Prince, from his elegance even in miner dress." "I have heard of him, too, aud he is now living in some Indian village, I believe, as it is unhealthy for a mc.n of his con stitution iu Poker City." "Mr. Cod y that is the man I am in search of," said Ella, earnestly. Bill looked his surprise, but said nothing. "Yon wonder why I should wish to find a rene gade?" "I d o wonde r at it," was tlie frank reply. "'\\/ell, I will explain by telling you that he is my 1ath e r. '' ' Your 1 atlzer I' "Yes, his name was Andrew Boyce Elsley, and he dropped his last nau1e in coming here. "When I was but fourteen years of age, now five years ago, my father, who was a merchant, was ruined in business by his partner, and we were left poor. "Unable to behold my mother and myself in poverty? my noble father left us one night secretly, aud theu we found, from a letter sent us the following day, that he had gone West to try and dig a fortune for us out of the mines. "He left us just enough to live and said he would return in three or four years. "The gol d fever here was then at its height, as you may r e m ember, Mr. Cod y and my father struck a good lead, and soon wrote that h e was doing splendidly "He sent us money from time to time, and we changed our humble quarters for better ones, and I went to a fashionable boarding-s chool. "A year ago my father wrote that he had amassed a fortune, had sent his p a rtt1er for wagons, and they were to come East and bring their gold. ''That partner was Henry Prince, who had saved my father's life one day, and thus had bound him in bonds of gratitude and friendship. "Some time passed away and then my mother and myself received a visitor. "Who should it be but Prince, who gave his real name as Henry Hamon. "And a bitter story he had to tell of a robbery of the wagon train by mountain robbers, the killing of my poor father, and his own escape only by accident, after being wounded. "He gave us some money, which he said had belonged to m y father, and been on deposit in a border town, and neitl1er my mother nor myself had reason to doubt his story. "He was a man of fascinatiug ma1111ers, considerably older than myself, and after a few weeks' acquaintance aske d me to b ecome his wife. "I admi r e d the man, yet did uot l ove him and told him so; but he was urgent, my mother seemed anxious to h a ve m e marry him, for she was ::in invalid, an d I told him I w o uld give birn m y answer on the m o rrow. "That night my motl i e r awake ned from a sound sle e p a ringing shriek, and spri;1gi11g to i ier side r


fiO THE BUff ALO BILL STORIES. I found her g a sping for breat h and bl ee d ing at t l 1 e lungs "Hurriedly I sent a set'Van t fo r our phys i c i a n, and then h eard fr o m lier lips that she h a d had a fearful dream, and had se en R e m y Ham on killing m y fath e r in a lonely m ounta in pa ss "'rhe s truggle t o aid him, in h e r s le e p, had been too much for her we a k frame and ha d brought o n the hemorrhage which caused her de ath, for she soon after the phy s icia11 a rr ived n ext day Henry H a m o n c a l l ed, and I told him to l eave me forever. "Then the tige r in hi s n ature broke out, and lie swore and threatene d in the v e r y pres ence of m y poor dead m other, until I told him I w o ul d have him arrested and tried for the charge, for I w o uld hav e detectives sent to the mines to look up the fact s "Tli::\t cause d him to l e ave me, and I have JJOt s een him since "But som e wee ks ago I pi c ked up a frontier p a p e r and s aw where Prince, a mine r, h a d b e en implicated in robbing a s t ag e, a nd w a s d is cov e red to b e on e of a gang of ro a d n g e1Jts. "Then the belief tha t m y mother's dream was true took full poss e s sion of me, a nd, Mr. Cod y I have come here to find out if he is the murderer of m y fathe r, and, if so, to seek rev enge.'' "And y ou shall have it, Mi s s E lsle y for I will find this man Prince for y ou, and wring fr ot11 him a confessiou of what was the t rn e fa te o f your father," sai cl Bill, e arnes tly. "Only wait patiently m y return, and while m Poker City keep out of the wa y of the giants. "Goodnight." So 1a ying, Bnffal o Bill left the room, and h a lf an hour before dawn lie was riding out of Poker City and foliowing the Roost Trail to the mountains CHAPTER CXXVI. BUCKSKIN AT H O:VIE-THE BEAUTIFUL INDIA N GIRL. "Pard, we hes got ter a place where we hes ter part comp' ny. '' The speaker w a s. Buckski11, the g uide, and the 011e he addresse d was M arkoe Mann, the iawy er. The two had drawn rein at what s e em e d the end of a small canyon, for b efore them was a towering cliff, and upon eitper side w e r e walls of rock rising a hundred feet in height, and rnnniug back to the entrance half a di staut. 'l'iie tops of the cliffs were fri11g e d with m ounta in pines aud the canyo n belovv, about a lrnndred fe e t wide, w as cov e red with a carpe t of gras s, through the cente r of which was a rivulet, that cam e fr o m a spring under the r ocks U nd e r the sl :elte r m1de r the he

THE BUFF J\LO BILL STORIES. 11 round a leetle, he'll fetch yer ther gal an' guide yer t o the r overland, whar yer kin git a stag e as will hustle yer towards St. Louis." "I care not who bring s the g i rl, Buck skin, so that I can see her and convince her of the fortnne in store for her, and urg e that she go to St. Louis with me to o b t a in po ss e s sion of it." "Waal, she hev got a level hea d an' ef she don' t see \bet Bill ter talk her out o' it she'll go all right." "Wh o is t h is friend of yours?" W aal, ther Injuns c a lls him Lone Paleface, but in ther settlements, where lie ust ter go, they calls him Han'somc Hugh, an' thet is ther h a n d le I gives him." "Handsome Hugh; then he may be a dangerous man for the Red Dove to he trnsted with." Nary fer h e are as gentle a s a kitte n, ef yer don' t rub him ag'in ther fur. "I may fetch ther g al m y self, but as I hes ter git him ter help me see her, he bein' mor' friendl y w ith ther Injuns, I may find it convenient ter sen' him with the r Dove. "Now, I'll b e off, an' you kin jist content y erself here "Tl1ar is game round abo ut, an' thar is fishin' in ther stre ams, an' I gue sses ycr'll not starve." rren minutes afte r Buckskin mounted his horse and rode awa y leaving Mann alon e aud inde ed a stranger in a strange la11d. The village of Black Bear was situated in the very heart of the 111o u11taius, and in fastnesses where neither solaiers nor ho stile tribes would dare attempt to attack !ii'!l. The ch i ef was a man of natura l genius, and for twenty long y ears had led his warriors to victory in battle, marches and retreats Peace ful when allowed to be, he was an implacable foe to the p a l e face and Indian when impos e d upon, and had won the respect aud dread of all his enemies. In the selection of a site for his village he had chose na spot of remarkable beauty, as well as one cal culated to g ive support to his people and p astures for h i s horses. The re were limpid streams flowing through the vill a ge, out of which the mos t delicious fis h could be c a u g ht, and the mountains abounded with deer, elk, a11t e lope1 and the adjacent pla i11s with buffalo. Then there were bears, wolves and panthers for furs, and the supply seemed never to be exhausted. T a u ght by poor Lou Lorin, his white wife, many little id e as of civilization, he had built for himself a cabin o f st out lo gs, and it was furnished in 110 mean wa y through the skill of Red Dove and Iron Eyes, his children, while his Indian wife had done much to help along in the general advancement. A p lot b ack of the c a bin was worked as a garden, and oth e rs of his tribe following his example in house building, the villa g e, Man-ta-pa -ka, which means Home of Rest, was by no means an unpleasant place in which to dwell, while in point of law and order it was certainly ahead of the festive town of the pal e faces, known a s Poker City. Taught English b y her mother, and to read and write French by a Canadian missionary, Red Dove had by no m eaus grown up in ignorance, for she had read many books., which the India ns, in their numerous ra i ds had brought home with them, regarding them a s sacred relics. 1'he onl y one of her tribe who could read, having ma s tered the art of playing the guitar, her mother's, wh i ch Captain Lorin, with many other things, had sent hi s sacrifi c ed daught er, to cheer her desolation, posses s e d of a weirdly beautiful voice, being able to write and sketch, and draw likenesse s of the various chiefs, it was no wonder that Red Dove was regarded in the light of a queen, especiall y when she was the child of the great chief Black Bear. Frequently had she gone on hunts, and even the w arpath, with her half-brother, Iro11 Eyes a11d his one hundred young warriors, none of whom had reached the legal age of white voters in the East; her horseman ship was wond erful, h e r aim deadly, and in hurling a knife and throwing a lasso none could excel her. Whether it was the white blood in her veins that se e m ed to urge her on continua ll y I cannot tell; but c ertain it is that with her co m fortable home, her power as queen, her 11umer ous accomplishments, she never seemed happy far down in her heart. Attracting the attention of a r e n egade white man, known by his deeds a s Red Robin, the fate of Red Dove might have be e n sad but for h e r res cue by Bnffal o Bill. But from tha t day of r es cue the poor Indian g irl s e emed to lose her heart, whi ch we n t ou t i11 a ll its w a r mth of affe c ti o n t o ward th e fa niotls s c o ut, aJJd


( 12 THE BUFF f\LO Bi LL STORlr:S. !elt many a little ache, when she saw tliat h e seemed not to love.her in return. He had saved her life, her honor, and again resc11ed lier from the villai11 in whose charge she had started to St. Louis, to solve the truth or falsehood of lier inheritance. And yet her beautiful fa c e seemed but to have won his admiration. She was too womanly to show him bow deeply she loved him; but then he seemed bliucl to her every actio11 and look to-war d him. Back to her mountain village she had gone, after the illterrnption of her trip to the East, and, to drow11 thought, a11d to soothe heartaches, sli e liad been constnntly on t11e go, by the side of her brother, Iron Eyes, and a t the head of the baud of youllg waniors, which h is powers and pluck had made him chie r of, yo11ng be was Oue day t!i e band had started upou an extensiYe hn11t, aud Red Dove, with woma1 s fick1eness of n ature, which ca n be fou n d in the tepee of the .India11, a s well as in the palaces of the metropolis, re fused at the moment to go, through a caprice. Avvav t11e11 Iron Eyes and liis band started for the. plains, aud hardly h ad they been gone an hour before Red Dove grew very lonesome. Ber father, the Black Bear, was in the Council T epee, with tlie head chiefs, a11d there seemed nothing for her to do. She tried to work on a pair of moccasins she was maki11g, but soon cast them aside. Then she took up a pair of leggings, she was fringing for herse lf, and that work did not suit her. Her guitar caught her eye, and she tried to siug a little French song the priest had taught her, but the words were of love, the air plaintive, and it choked her with emotion welling ltp in her throat. Impatiently she c ast aside the guitar, and puttiug on her hunting costume, and telling her stepmothe r that she was going to follow on the trail of tlie hunters and overtake them, she caught her spotted pony, and seizing her rifle and belt of arms, she spraug into the saddle and darted away like the wind. She readily struck the trail of the hunters, and was following it at a slow canter when suddenly while passing through a gorge in the rocks she was confronted with a horseman. Instantly she brought her rifle around ready for use; but the horseman raised his hands above his head, the palms turned toward lier, and said: ''f mean the Red Dove uo harm." The horseman who so suddenly c onfronted Red Dove, and in a spot where she had little dreamed of meeti.11g any one other than from her own was a man of striking appearance. His face was darkly brouzed b y long exposure t o ti'1e elelllents, and he liad a black mustache j11d impe rial, very long, black hair, and dark, earnest, fascin a ti 11 g eyes. He seemed young at first gh111ce, and yet had e\'i dently passed his fortieth year. His form was tall, elegant, denoting s trength and quickness of action, and he was dressed in a cordu roy lrn11tin g snit of dark browu, the pants stuck up in top boots, t lie heels o f \\1hich were arn1ed with spurs. A large, so ft hat slieltered his head, a belt of arllls encircled his waist, beneath his hunting jacket, aud a ti.Re was strapped behiucl him 011 the saddl e "vVliat does the Lone Paleface want with the Red Dove, that he stands iu her path?" 8Sked the maiden, quietly, appearing to recoguize the borseman. ''The Lone Paleface come s from the friend of the Red Dove,'' he answered in soft tones "The Red Dove hns many friends." "rrrne; but she lias one who looks to her good more than others, and he has sent the Lone Paleface to tell her to come to him.'' "Who is this friend?" "Buffalo Bill, the Dead Shot." The bronzed face of Red Dove flushed at the name, and a glad light flashed in her eyes. But she said, quietly: "Why did not the White Chief come himself to see the Red Dove?'' "He could not for he has a friend fr o m the great city with him, aud who has come to tell the Red Dove that the father of her mother is dead, and has left her gold to make her richer than her whole tribe." "The Red Dove has enough to eat, warm furs to sleep on, a wooden tepee to shelter her, ponies, clothing and all she needs. "She cares not for that the white man figl1ts for, toils for, and dies to get." "You are the first one I ever struck that didn't want gold," muttere d the man; but he said aloud:


l'HE BUFF !\.LO BILL STORIE S. 13 Red Dove has the blood of the paleface in her veins, and her mother came from the land of the rising sun. "With the gold that is hers she can go to the birth of her mother's people, iu the great cities of the palefaces, and do mnch good for the tribes of the Bluck Bear. "If she refuses the gold, she can but linger out here in these wild mountains, and when she is grown older be buried in the canyon. "The palefaces m:1rch onward, and the redmen go to their graves; but, with go ld, the Red Dove can lielp her people here, and save them much sorrow." The toue of the man was sof t and insinuatillg, and his earnes t eyes were bent upon her as lie spoke. It was evident she was impressed by the picture he i1ad drawn, for she asked: "Where is the Dead Shot?" "At his home, the Haunted Ranch, with the friend of Re

t4 BUFF !\LO BILL STORIES. "It is jnst as well, sir. This, then, is the Red Dove, the fair Indian queen?" "Permit me to aid you to dismount," and Mann, with the courtly grace natural to him, advanced to the side of Red Dove. \Vith eager eyes, she listened to the conversation, her brow clouding, and her dark eyes flashing, for she had now begun to feel that she had been led into some snare by the Lone Paleface. As Markoe Mann advanced toward her she suddenly cried: "The Black Bear's tongue is straig'ht, for the Lone Paleface is a snake in the grass.'' As she spoke she suddenly reined her horse back and turned to fly. But as though'anticipating some such move on her part, her white companion had taken his lasso in hand, and s ent it flying through the air, ere the Indian pony had made a second bound. His well-trained horse prepared himself instantly to meet tbe shock, and the noose settling down over the head of the spotted mustang brought him to the ground with a heavy fall, throwing the Indian girl over his head. She f ell upon her knees, but ere slle could spring to her fee t Handsom e Hugh had jumped from his horse, and bounding forward, caught her in his strong arms, while he cried: "No, my sweet Dove, you cannot fly away from us.,, All this had transpired in an instant, aud before the astonished Mann could interpose a word or act. He was not in the habit of seeing persons of a11y sex h a ve to be caught with lariats in order to get them to take fortunes left them, and as the horseman approached holdin g the indignant Red Dove in his strong arms, he cried: "Hold, sir! Is this force necessary tCY get the maiden to remain?'' "You would think so, if she could g e t back aud tell that savage father of l:ers," was the response. "But my dear girl, I mean you no harm, but, 011 the contrary, I have come a long way to do you a service," said Mann, kindly. "The Red Dove wishes to go to the village of her people. "She trusted that man, for he said he would lead her }o a friend, the great white chief, and he has been a snake in the grass. "See, he has thrown her pony to the ground with a lariat, and now has her in 11is power, and she is alone, for you are not her friend." The young girl spoke indignantly, and the lawyer answered: "Listen to me, Red Dove, and I will prove to you that I am your friend. "Will you sit there and hear me, if the Lone Pale face releases you?'' "No, the Red Dove will not hear," she firmly said. "Pard, tliere is but oue thing to do, aud that I know," said Handsome Hugh. "And that is--" "To bind the girl and l ea ve at once for the lowe r settlements. "Once you get her away from hope of rescue from her people, and she will listen to you quietly and go with you. But here she will not." "Will the Red Dove not go quietly with me, with out being bound?" ask e d Mann. "No! let the Red Dove fly back to her home in the vipage of her people.'' "You see, so let us lose no time. Get those wide buckskin straps frcm my saddle, and I will tie her so the thongs will not hurt her." Markoe Mann seemed reluctant to bind the girl, bnt then he had risked much to get her into his pos session, and did not care to los e her. He saw that she would be a dangerous person at liberty and she had already shown how willingly she wou!d take chances to escape, so he said: "Well, if the Red Dove will not promise to go with me, I must let you bind her." "The Red Dove makes no promise to those she hates," was the spiteful reply. Without further parley, Handsome Hugh tied her arms securely behind her back, and then the cabin was closed u p, and, mounting, the party started for the lower settlements, Lone Paleface being the guide. That night the three camped in a canyon, and Markoe Mann, to win the confidence of the girl, told her all about her inheritance. He spoke of her beautiful mother, and her marriage with the Black Bear, the wanderings of her paleface grandfather, Captain Lorin, and his death upun the banks of the Mississippi, and of his being appoiuted by the captain to give to the Red Dove the gold that he left.


THE BUFF f\lO Bill STORIES 1!.5 He told her how he iiad buried her paleface grand father iu honor, a11cl then, 11egle cti11g his own affairs, 11ad come to the Far West to seek her. He Lad /risked his l i fe to find h er, and they h ad told liim she w o uld not leave her wild life to get her g o:d. nut he liad d etermined to let her see the great cities iu the landof tlie risi1;g give to her the gold was her own, and then, if the Reel Dove wished to return t o her reel people in the mountains, sl1e could do so. The young girl liste n ed without a word to all that was said, a11cl then Mann asked: "Does the Red Dove not believe now that I a m her friend?'' "Do palefaces bind the arms of their friends, and drag them fro m their homes aud their people?" "It is for your good, Red Dove. "The Red Dove is happy as she was. Let h e r go back to her father. "Not until I have kept my pledge to your dying grandfather,'' was the firm response of Markoe Maun, and almost discouraged he turned away from the redskiu heiress. The next afternoon Handsome Hugh went into camp early, as he said there was no other good place on the trail for mai1y miles. In riding, Red Dove, at Ivlarkoe Mann's suggestion, had had her arms free of the thongs, and had only been bound to the saddle, s o as not to make her any more uncomfortable than was necessary to guard against an attempt at escape. But when they halted they were forced to secure her beyond possibility of getting away. In various ways Mann had tried to win her confidence, and prove himself her friend; but she kept a stolid, silent manner toward him, and he could not tell what was passing in her thoughts. "Once I get her where she has to depend wholly o:i me, it will be all right," he said to Handsome Hug h. The place chosen for the camp was in a clump of timber, and where several large boulders made a shelter against the wind. The horses had not yet been. lariated out to feed, and Red Dove had ju'St bee11 helped to the ground by Markoe Ma11111 when Handsome Hugh approached, after having hitched the animals, and said: "Pard, don't you think this is a one-sided game you are playing?" It w as the manner of the man rather than the -words that caused Maun to look up in surprise. "I repeat: Do11't your conscience tell you that this is all one -sided?" "I don't understand you, sir," said the lawyer, nettled by the manner ofthe other. "I will explain so that you shall. What do I get out of this little affair?" "You mean that yon-want pay for your services?" hotly said Mann. "I do." "Then you shall have .Pay; but having paid Buck skin once I deemed that he settled with you .'' "You thought wrong, pard. I collect my own dues." "Well, this is no time to dun me for money.' "It is the very tirne." "Com1Jlete your task and I will pay you." "What task?" 1Guicle me to the nearest station where I can get a stagecoach.'' "We are going from the Overland line, pard, and 11ot to it," was the cool reply. Markoe Mann turned pale with anger and sai'.3, hotly: "What do you mean, villain?" "Be sparing with your epithets, for I a m no man to brook them, and you are in no condition to be insulting." "Your words have some deeper meaning than I can see through. "I mean that I have led you into the heart of the India n country, and I doubt if even the Red Dove c o uld find her way back." "Then I shall, as her friend, be protec t e d, while you shall suffer," sneeringly said l\fann. "As u sual, you fail to understand, my d ear Mr. Mann. This is not the country of the tribe to which the Red Dove belongs, but o f the bitterest foes to that tribe, as she will t ell you.'' "Is this trne, Red Dove?" and Mann turned to the. young girl, who auswered, calmly: "For once, the Lone Paleface has uot spoken crooked. "By heaven, you sh a ll rue this act, rnau. "You are in no p osition to tlireateu, Lawyer Mann," was Handsome Hugh's q11iet r ejoinde r.


THE BUFF /\LO BILL STORIES: "In the name of the saints, what means your treachery?'' "I made no pledges to you, and I only seek to benefit myself." name your price." "First, what is the arnouut that this girl inherits?" "That is none of your affair." "Then I will 11ot m ove from this spot until I know, and I again tell you we are iu deadly danger here." you will suffer, too." "On the conm'\ry, I am a chief in this tribe." "A renegade?" sneered Mann. "Yes." "A conf P.ssed one?" "Yes." "If ever man deserved the halter, you do." "We are not in St. Louis, my friend, and you are not appealing to a jury, but before one ruan, who can be your executioner." This remark Mann seemed to clearly see the truth of, for he said, sullenly: "I ask you to name your terms?" "And I ask you the amount of this girl's inheritance?" "I refuse to tel I. ''Then I refuse to guide you further, and your life, and hers, be on your head." As he spoke Handsome Ht1gh turned awny as though to mount his horse. "Hold!" ''Weil?'' "I cover you with my revolver, and if you do not return and swear to guide me to the Overland in safety, I will kill you, for I shall make this a game that two can play instead of one." CHAPTER CXXVIII. THE TERMS-REVOLVERS ARE TRUMPS. Instead of cowering before his aim, as he had ex pected him to do, believing, as a double-dyed villain he must be a coward, and thereby making the mis take tha t many do, Markoe Mann was astonished to see Handsome Hugh burst into ringing laughter at his threat. "What! do you dare me?" "Yes." "I am a dead shot. "I doubt it." "Beware, for patie nce i's ceasing to be a virtue, and if I kill you the Red Dove can be guide." "What do you wish?" "Pledge yourself to guide me to the Overland." "Aud the Red Dove?" "Goes with me." "If I refuse?" ''I shall kill you." "You mean i't:?" "So help me, Heaven." "Then I refuse." "And I ji:n .I" As he spoke the hand of Markoe Mann touched the trigger, tlie hammer fell, the explosion followed, but the man upon whom he had deadly aim neither flinched nor fell. ''I told y ou that I doubted your being a dead shot,'' sneered Handsome Hugh. Again the crack of the r evolver followed, and with a like result. "Do you pledge y9urself uow, for I will not miss every time?'' "No." "Then you die." Again the pistol flashed, once, twice, thrice, in rapid succession, and yet no sign of a wound upon the daring man who stood sneeringly before the weapon, and not ten paces away. "You have one more shot, try that," was the taunt. "I will." And, for the sixth time, Markoe Mann pulled the trigger, and, as before, without result. ''There is no need of your wasting your powder, so you need not draw your second weapon, as it, too, is unloaded "Unloaded?" gasped Mann. "Yes; I extracted all the bullets while yon slept last night; but my weapons are loaded, and you are now in my power for a turn about is fair play." Quickly his hand went to his hip, and his revolver sprang to a level. Mann saw that he was fairly caught. He had been outwitted by a desperate and design ing villain, and was in his power. "Now, Mr. Mann, it is for me to dictate terms, and again I ask you what is the amount of inheritance left that girl?,,


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 17 "Why do you wish to know?" "To gauge the price I ask you thereby." '"Well, it amounts to something under a quarter of a million." "Indeed! a large sum. } always knew that the old captain salted away his gold, but had no idea he had accllm ulated so much." "You knew Captain I..-orin ?" "I d id." "Well, now you know, what are your terms?" "Are you serving this pretty Indian heiress for nothing?'' "No; her grandfather left me a handsome sum as a fee, with expenses for looking her up." "Who is the executor of the will?" ''I am." "You hold the entire property for her?" "Yes. "I thought so. Now let me tell you what I propose to do. "I propose to marry the Indian heiress, send her to boarding-school and bring her out in a couple of years as a rival to the St. Louis belles.'' "You are a villain that I yet hope to hang," hissed Markoe Mann, hoarse with passion at the words of the other. As for Red Dove she stood like a statue gazi.ng upon the two men, and her e y es only moving from the face of one to that of the other. Not a movement of her beautiful countenance showed that she heard, or was interested in their con versation, and yet not a word escaped her little ears. 'rhe threatening revolver alone prevented the lawyer from springing upo n the man who so coolly made known the terms he demanded. "Devil! wha t do you mean?" cried Markoe Mann, as he glare d upon the cool face of the man know n as Handsome Hugh, and whose looks did not belie the name. "Just what I say." "That you demand that this young girl b e come your wife, in pay m ent for your services as guide?" "You put it exactly." "How dare you make such a base proposition?" "Self-preservation is the first law of nature, and I am lo oking out for m y self! The Red Dove being m y wife will not prevent her inheritance of her fortune, and, as her husband, I can urge that she go to St. Louis and attend boarding-school, and can place h e r under other guardianship than yours. "Also, I will put the matter in the hands of law yers, and make you disgorge her wealth, and, when she gets it in posse s sion I will come for her, and we can then be happy together, for I speak her t ongue, I am a roamer of the mountains and plains like her people, and can and will be to her all that a husband should be, and devote my every energy to the im provement and comfort of her tribe. "I knew her father, and knew her mother years ago, and I love her. "Can you bring stronge r claims?" "Yes." "Name them." "I am an honora ble man.'' "And I?" "Yon are a des pera d o a hunted renegade and a vil lain." The words were said boldly, and again the dark face of Handsome Hug h "I would rather see her dead than your wife," added the lawyer. "She may die yet before she reaches St. Louis with you, especially if there is a codicil in that will that, in case of Red Dove's death, y o u are the next heir.'' "I am no murderer, man, to kill for gold, as you doubtless have done." "When you come to need gold, crave it, a s I have done, you may kill, too," was the sava g e reply Then, regaining his calm, sinister manner at once, he continued: "You refuse?" "Yes." "Will you take the girl a nd pl e dge me the fort u n e then?" "It is not mine to p l edge, a s y ou know." "Then there is but o ne way to decide t l1is m atte r "How is that?" "It is a way I have o f deciding all things for or against m yself." "Well?" "Do y ou play cards?" "Yes." "You have gambled?" "Yes." "Are you an expert player?" ''I am."


18 THE BUFF ALO B!LL STORIE.So "So am I." "What has this to do with the matter?" "I will play yo u a ga111e for the girl an

THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 19 indifferent horses iu the background, certainly made up a picture of striking interest and action. For a mome11t only the tableau lasted, yet it seemed an age to Lone Paleface and Markoe Mann, and then came in ringing, clear and cutting words: "Which one shall 1 kill first, Red Dove?" "Let the Dead Shot make that man prisoner first, and then the Red Dove will tell him all,'' she answered, motioning her hand toward Lone Paleface. ."And the other?" "His claws are clipped, for the Lone Paleface had him in his power." "Ah! you, then, are the Lone Paleface, the hermit of the mountains?" said Buffalo Bill. "So men call me. And you are Buffalo Bill?" was the cold, almost indifferent reply of Handsome Hugh, who had regained his nerve. "So men call me," answered Buffalo Bill, repeating the other's words. ''And you are Mr. Markoe Mann, a lawyer from St. Louis, I believe?" and he turned to the lawyer. "Yes, my name is Mann." "Well, I will deal with your case after a while. "Now, Lone Paleface, you are .my prisoner, and if yon have any desire to live, make no foolish effort to escape. Springing down from the rock, Buffalo Bill quickly disarmed the Lone Paleface, and with some stout thongs he took from his hunting-shirt pocket, se curely bound his hands behind his back. Leaving him standing by a leilge, Buffalo Bill walked toward the tree to which Red Dove was bound, and had nearly completed the task of releas ing her, when a cry from Markoe Mann attracted his attention. One glance was sufficient to show him that Lone Paleface was gone. With the bounds of a tiger, Buffalo Bill reached the spot. But nowhere was the prisoner he' had securely bound to be seen. "I was watching yon, sir, and forgot him for the moment, and when I looked again he w a s gone," ex plained Markoe Mann. Buff al o Bill gazed all around him; but the sh a dows of night were darkening the forest, and could he see the fugitive. He listened attentively bu.t there came to his ears 110 sound of running feet. "Let him go, for we shall meet ag ain," he s a id, quietly, returning to the spot where be h ad left Red Dove and the lawyer. The Indian girl had in the meantime been freed by M a rkoe Mann, and the two were standing together talking when the scout returned. "The paleface stranger has releas e d me," smd the maiden. "Yes; but wh a t right had he to make you a prisoner?" was the stern question of the scout. "It does seem a strange way, sir, to give to an heiress the possession of a fortune left her; but I came h ere to find her, and employed as m y guide an old hunter by the name of. Buckskin, who led me to the mountains, where I could have an interview with Red Dove. "He left me at a cabin, and several days after the man who has just escaped came and said tl1at Buckskin had sent him with the girl, for she accompa11ied him. "The Red Dove suspected treachery, and tried to escape, and the man called Lone Paleface bound her securely. ''Upon arriving here I found that he was as treaclt erous as a snake, and as he had both the Red Dove and m y self in his power, I yielded to his demand to play a game to s e e who should have her. "That game he won, and--" "Pardon me, I played my revolvers as trumps a11d won the game." "True, and I am glad that you did. You have heard m y story, sir, and when I show you the proofs of the fort1111e left the Red Dove, I fee l th at, as her friend, you will urge that she go with me to St. Louis and take poss ess ion of it." "I thank you, sir, for your explanation, which seems a manly one, and if the R e d Dove says you have not been unkind to her, I will con sider you as her fri end." He looked toward the Indian girl as he spoke, and she answered : "The stranger has treated the Red Dove kindly, though he wished to take her from her people. "It was the Lone Paleface that was the cruel snake." "Eno11gh Mr. Mann, I frankly tell you, sir, that I saw your name on the register of the hotel in Poker City, and remembering it as the same that was at tached to a letter to the Indian agent some month.


' 20 THE Bllff l\LO Bill ago making ii1quiry about Red Dove, and finding you had come to the mountains under the guidance of Buckskin, a mysterious old hunter, I at 011ce took your trail and followed yon "I trailed you to the cabin, and from thence here, and I heard, for I stood behind that rock, much that passe d between you. "The Red Dove saved my life once aud as her friend I woLtld uot allow harm to befall her. "But go with us to the village of her father, Black and show us all your proofs of her good for tune, and I assure you I will urge that she return with yon to St. Louis and get her inheritance. "But I here swear to you that if harm befall her there I will trail you to the ends of the earth until I lier." There was uo doubting but that Buffalo Bill meant just what he said; but Markoe Mann met his gaze unflinchingly, and promised him that all should come around right in the end. when Lone Paleface found liirnself a prisoner to Buffalo Bill, and securely bound, despair at first seized his heart, for remembering his treatment of Red Dove, and also that the scout had doubtless not only seen but also heard what had happened in his game with l\1r. Mann, he f elt that the chances of his b eing hanged if taken back the camp were far too good. Ent.the man was a deep schemer, and he ha' d uerve as well, and it came over him that he had been in many tight places before aud his own pluck and shrewdness had helped him ont. If ther e was one mau 011 earth whom he really fear ed that man was Buffalo Bill. And noV( he was in that man's power. He was a gambler by nature, and he began to plot for chances for and against his escape This very plott-ing encouraged him, and seeing that Buffalo Bill was leaning over the Indian girl, unfastening the hard kuots in the thongs that bonnd her, he knew that it would be no short and easy work. The eyes of Mr. Mann were not on him; but upon Buffalo Bill, and with a look of admiration as though he was awed by the pluck of the great scout. This allowed Lone Paleface to look to himself. He thoroughly knew the locality where he was, for he had often before camped in that vbry spot, and as an idea flashed through his busy brain his face flushed with pl eas ure. He saw a possible ray out of his troul.1le. Whatever the odds against him, he would mee t them, if he held but on e chance in a l1nndred. He quietly rolled over aud over until he got behind the shelter of a large rock. His hands w e re bound behind him; but h i s feet were not secnred. 'l'he ro c k rose thirty feet above him and the sides were steep, so to scale i t with bound hands was very hard work and very dangerous, in case he should slip and fall. Bouud as he was, he could not save himself, and a fall might so injnre him he would have to cry out to his foe s for aid, even if it did uot kill him by his head stri kiug a rnck. Using his chin to help i11 his clilllb, he wound his way up the steep sides of tbe rock, which shielded him from the view of his enemies, even had they been watching him, suspecting escape possible tor him under the circumstances. Even Buffalo Bill, well a\vare of the desperation of the prisoner, did uot for a moment consider, after he had bonnd his hands, that escape, almost from their very lllidst, was a possibility. He progressed slowly, aucl seconds seemed minlltes to him. He would hold on hard with liis chin until he was sure of a foothold, and thus raise himself higher up the side of the rock. That the effort cut aud bruised his chin he did not mind. 'rliat he would be alone in the wilderness, with hands bound behind his back, far from any help never entered his mind. That he would have no weapons, 110 food, was not then considered. His one aim then was to get a-Way-to save liis life then. He would let the future take care of itself. Afte r a couple of minutes of terribly hard work he reached the top, and wedged himself into a crevice of the rock. Then he waited the result, panting, anxious yet jubilant,. Hardly had he gained this point of va11tage when his absence w as discovered. He flattened himsei f out as Buffalo Bill sprang upon a rock and gazed abont him.


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 21 The scout cou ld not believe a man bound as he was co11ld climb to the top of that ledge-he never looked there for him. Buffalo Bill believed that the m a n, with his feet free, had glided away with th, e noi se less tread of a Lone Pa dace heard what was said aud he knew tha t lit: was s afe. He gloated in the thought that lie had escaped, for iis yet unfortunate condition h e would face when the time came. His e11e111ies-a11cl certainh BuJJalo Bill, Reel Dove mi ::\Ir. :.\Iann were !Jitter foes-tl1en1 first go way from the cnmp, nnd tl1en h e wo.uld m eet his ther troubles and dangers as they arose. His pl11ck and cleverness if tnrnecl to a good cause would have worked wonders for him. As night callle 011 he hoped to escape, a11d then make his way to a friendly Indian v illa ge, recuper ate rapidly and once more start upon hi s evi l deeds. He had not yet given up the hope of recapturing ,ed Dove and the lawyer before they got out of the Indian country. He well knew that h e had a cla11gerou s man to deal witli in Buffalo Bill; but he argued that a bullet roperly aimed, a knife blade rightly placed, would ut short the career of even Buffalo Bill, charmed ife though he was said .to possess. Bnt the h opes of Lone Paleface for quick escape ;vere thwarted b y Buffalo Bill, who made k11own that f hey would camp there for the night. A shelter was made for Red Dove by the scout, ;vhile blankets were spread for himself and the law-er. Meanwhile Red Dove prepared supper. The firelight brought the ruck where bid t!1e reneade into full view, and the fumes of the supper ble. But then he was not seen, and he forced himself to be contented if not 11appy. To attempt to escape theu, with such ears and eyes as had Buffalo Bill and Red Dove within twenty feet of him, would be madness. Even if he got down from the rock without a fall to betray him, a step upon a dry twig wonld do so. After Reel Dove had t::ikeu supper she retired to her little shelter to sleep, while Buff a lo Bill and Mr. Mann sat down, with their backs a g ainst the rock and bega n to talk. Every word that they uttered came distinctly to 11is ears, though they spoke in low toHes. 'rhe lawyer w ent over his story completely, nncl having 11eard all, an

/ 22 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. His next was to free himself of his bonds. During the night, whenever he could do so, he rubbed the thongs that bound his wrists against the sharp edges of the rocks. It was very slow and very tedious work, and more, he rubbed the skin off his hands and wrists in the effort. But it had worn the thong s nearly in two, and he weut on in his effort to complete the task. After an hour's longer work he felt a strand give way, and he soon slipped one hand out. It was bleeding and painful, but what did he care for that? He was at least free, for he quickly released the hand. It was hard for him not to break out in a yell of joy; but be very wisely did not do so. He slipped down from his high perch, quickly ate the leavings of the breakfast the scout and those with him had had, bathed his face and b leeding hands in the stream, and then started off at a swinging trot through the timber. He decided to go to the nearest Indian village, where, as a renegade, he would be welcome. There he could secure fbod, a blanket and a pony, if not weapons, and he would start at once ou the trail of Ruffalo Bill, for he would be thm:; certain to fiud Red Dove and the lawyer. If he could capture them, with tl1e aid of the InClians, or othe rs whose services he could commaud, he would once again hold the winning hand, and, as well, have his revenge against Buffalo Bill. The law ye r and the Indian girl he felt he could force to make terms with him. Stopping on a hill for a moment and shaking his fist i11 the direction in which the scout and those he had rescued had gone, he cried in vindictive tones: "Yes, I ye t live, and you, Buffalo Bill, will find it to your sorrow, for woe be to you the next time. you cross my path!" CHAPTER CXXX. IN '!'HE INDIAN VILLAGI<:-TROUBLE AHEAD-A DEADL\' BAT'l'LE. To the village of Biack Bear, Buffalo Bill went with Red Dove and 11arkoe l\la1111, and the s tory of the maideu 's capture and rescue w::is made known though the lawyer was shielded in the matter, as the scou t had become convinced that he was acting reall: for the good of the Indian girl. He had impressed this also upon Red Dove, so tha Markoe Mann received a warm welcome from Blac Bear. The inheritance was talked over, and both Buffalo Bill and Mann convinced the chief that it was best for Red Dove to go to St. Louis and get possession of her fortune, which, if she so willed, she coul spend in the improvement of her people and theiti comfort. After a w hile, and much urging, Black Bear gave his consent, if her brother, Irou Eyes, went with her, and this was agreed to by the lawyer. Iron Eyes, however, had not returned from his bunt, and they were compelled to await his arrival. At last he came, and old Black Bear himself, with a large force of warriors, escorted the party to the nearest point of the Overland road where they coul catch a c;tage, and the passengers bound East were somewhat alarmed at having the coach halted, and beholding around it a large force of Indian warriors. They gave sighs of relief, however, when the}1 found their scalps were safe, yet cast sly 0glances at their new fellow passengers, who consisted of Markoe Mann Red Dove and Iron Eyes. When the stage had rolled on out of sight Buffalo Bill bade farewell to Black Bear and his braves, andf hastily wended his way back to Poker City. It was growing late in t)1e when he ar rived, and the loafers had begun to assemble at the hotel and 011 the piazza, their favorite resort. He was spied a long way off, and sooh recognized, and the citizens of Poker City drew long breaths, for they sa w tha t Buffalo Bill was returning, and alone, and therefore could not have been so terribly frightened by the giant sports. 'l'hat very m orning the second of the pair had brou ght himself up even with the other's death score, and four apiece within two weeks was what tliey summed up, and they were therefore in a good humor. ''We have go t this here town by th e r tail, Blondy, fer ther h:iin't a man, woman or child, dare open thar l!eads ag'in us," s a id Brunette Bill to Blo11de Bill, as the two sat tog ether upon th e piazza that afternoou, and th eir remarks were h ea rd by score;:s of 1nen \vho '.Vere i1l vf


THE BUFF J\lO Bill STORIES. 23 "Thet are so, Brunette Billy Boy, an' we'll h ev ter imigrate an' lo ok np another sojournin' spot, wliar ther fellers hes got more saucl." "Yas, au' we'll go down thro11gh ther loc ality wh:ir they say thet Bill Cody fe1ler comes from, whicl1 we lkeert out o' town, fer tliey do say a s thar is men thar in thet part o' Kansas, thet kin out-jump, 011t-run, out-ras'le, out-shoot an' out-anything any other. feller a-Evin', an' thar i s whar we live, Blondy "I did hope to be entertained here in Poker City, an' were sartin of it, when Buffalo Bill sailed ter th er front; but he tuk cover dt1rned quick, an' a clipped nose are all he has ieft ter remind us of him. "What are thet yer say, guv'nor o' this h as h factory?" and the giant turned to the laudlord, who bad been glancing down the valley. "I said that Buffalo Bill was corning back." "No." "There he comes." "Then we is likely t e r be around," sa id Brunette Bill. ''Nary; he thin ks, we has gone, an' are com mg sneakin' inter town," added Blonde Bill, with a neer. "Waal, whatever his game, we win," said Brunette. "He holds a foll hand of trumps, pards," s aid Gov ernor Dave, gaining courage as Buffalo Bill drew earer. "Yas, revolvers is trumps with thet Highflyer," ried one of the crowd. "Shet 11p, or I'll tarn yer toes up ter ther daisie s," cried one of the giants, in answer to the last remark, nd the one who had made the reckless r emark nuickly disappeared in the crowd. In the meantime Buffalo Bill had reached Sloan's store, and all along the street, as he advanced, people were welcoming liim with shouts and waving of hats. "They is shoutin' fer his fun'ral," growled Brunette Bill. "Waal, we'll atten', seein' as we pervides the r corpse," was Blo1Jde Bill's reply. lVIou11ted upon his splendid jet-black horse Mid night, Buffalo Bill came on at a swinging wa1k to ward the hotel. He had been by his ranch and w::is dressed with far more care than usual, and looked the ideal border cavalier that he was. Straight for the hotel Buffalo Bill certainly was co111ing, and his face was as serene as a May morn, aml h e sa t i11 his saddle with a n air of utter indifference to the style of welcollle h e would receive. The shouts of those who had recogni z ed him had ceased, a nd only the low hum of voices broke the si lence. Those on the hotel piazza had scattered to either side, leaving the two giants alo11e. The people on either side of the street already began to move ont of direct range, so that it was evi dent a clear field was to be left for t11e combatants. There were men in the crowd who Jiad avoided the giant sports, but uow were deten11i11ed, whatever might be Buffalo Bill's fate, if the trouble once began, tl1e two desperadoes should die then and tl1ere. The huge pards had ri s e n, as they were left alone, and each had taken t!i e she I ter of oue of the stout piazza pill ars, which were trees sawed off smoothly at either eud, aud sollle feet in diameter, a fair pro tection for a mau to dodge behind. That Buffalo Bill was blind to all these move ments, and to the fact that the giant sports were pre pared for him, was not to be thought of, for his eyes were too near akin to the eagle's not to have recog niz ed the immense forms half liidden by the piazza posts. He had come into town without a thought of the giants; but warned by the crowd of their presence, he remembered their t hreats, and was also made aware that his departure from Poker City so suddenly had been con strued by the m into flight. This angered him, and though he sought no diffi culty with them, he wa s not the man to avoid one. The "Irish Stew" was his destinatio11, and thither he was going, and n ot au inch wollld he swerve from his purpose. Suddenly, when withi11 thirty paces of the piazza, h e sa w th e sport s drop their hands to their hips. 'l'he first man he had met on the edge of the town as he came in had t old him how the giant s had b ee n disporting themse l ves, that Poker City was t errorized by them, and that they were dead shots at any range, and had already killed four men apiece. As Bill saw their hands drop upon their hips he seemed suddenly to decide upon some course of action, for, to the horror of everybody h e \Vheeled to the right about and cantered down the street. This act brought derisive laughter and yells from \


' 24 THE BUFF ALO B!LL STORIES. the sports, and a groan from every admirer of the hero, for it looked like a clear backdown. But he did not ride far, halting by the side of a horse that was hitched in front of Sloan's store. It was a clay-bank mustang, and an animal he knew well, for he had sold him to the storekeeper but a couple of weeks before. "Sloan, lend me your horse, and if he is hurt, I'll pay you double his price," said Buffalo Bill. "All righ t, Cody, take him." "If I am killed you can have Midnight." So saying, B ill quickly transferred his saddle to the back of the claybank mustang, and springing upon him, again rode up the street toward the hotel. The crowd tbat had begun to gather at his s eem ing flight once more around the h o tel, now scattered again. In a walk the mustang advanced, and Buffalo Bill sat in the w ith the same indifferent air he h ad before s ho wn. What his change of horses meant none could understand, and the g iant sports seemed more puzzled at his strange conduct than any one else. The npper wrndows of the hotel, and of the adjacent buildings were now crowned with faces, and a deathlike silence reigned upon all. Reaching the spot where he had before turned to the ri ghtabout, Bill called out, as he drew his horse to a halt: "Is it war, p;irds, or peace?" "It are war to ther death, an' tha r goes my card; so trnmp it ef yer kin," shollted Brunette Bill in hoarse tones. With the last words he threw his revolver forward and fired. Tlie bullet was well sen t, for it turne d the som. brero on Bill's head ha i f around, as it cut throug h the crown, and many believed it had struck him fair, as he suddenly slipped from the saddle. But, as his feet touched the gronnd, h e gave a ringing cry to his mustang, that bounded forward at a run. And, sl1eltered by tli e horse, Buffalo Bill advanced upon his foes. Rapidly the shots rang out from the two giant sports, and the l1:1llstang snorted with fright and pain and bounded high in the air; but B ill held him on his course ,and at a run, and the space was soon gone over. Then the steps were reached, and with revolvers in each hand the giant sports fired, and with evident nervo11sness, for they could not bring down the mus tang, and Bill, if wounded, did not show it. Not yet had he fired, and, at a ringing cry from his lips, the wounded and terrified mustang bounded up the dozen steps leading to the piazza. Then, upon the very top step he reared and fell dead, and springing upon his body, Buffalo Bill shouted: "Now, I play revolvers as my trumps, pards." In each 11and he held a revolver, and each weapon s eeme d to flash together. Then, down in their tracks sank the giant sports, one stone-dead, Brunette Bill, and Blonde Bill, with his weapons falling from his hands, swaying wildly and reaching ont as though to grasp some object in the darkness. Once the tigers were down. the crowd rushed for ward, and one man bounded to the side of the wo1111ded and disarmed giant, who yet lived, and placed a pistol to his head_ But ere he could draw trigger there was a report, and a bullet shattered his wrist, while Buffalo Bill shouted: "I trump your game, you accursed coward, to shoot a man on his knees." A yell of pain broke from the lips of the wounded miner, and the crowd fell back with a rush; while Bill advanced upon Bloude Bill, as he crouched against the side of the h o use, bleeding from a wound along the side of hi s head, which seemed to have half dazed l1im, and said, in a kindly tone: "Come, pard, the fight is over, and your frie11d has turned his toes up to the daisies; but yo u are hurt, and I hold no ill-will toward a man who can't strike back." BloJlCle Bill put his hands to his head, as though to r ecall his scattered senses, and, with the a id of Bill, striggered to his feet, and then tt1rn e d his eyes upon the man who bad defea te d him, and slain his comrade. One lo ok into his face wr.s s ufficient to show all tha t his m ind was goue, for the bullet lrnd maddened him. "Look out, all! he's mad!" The cry came from Governor D a ve, and helterskelter wenl the crowd. But Bufblo Dill ttood firm, a nd his dark eyes fixed


THE BUFF l\LO BILL STORIES. 25 upon the m a dm a n cau se d him to shripk back from that gaze. But only for one instant, and then with a wild shri ek he bounded from th e piazza and. d arted down the street, sc attering the citizens of Poker City in terror from befor e him. A f ew shots wer e fir ed a t him, b11t none took eff ect, and coming su d denly upo n a hor seman turning a cor ner, h e d ra g ged him to th e groun d sprang into his s:::iddle and d a rted a w a y like th e wind t o ward the mounta ins. "Afte r him, Bill, for you are the onl y m a n tha t d a re follow him, and your horse is the only one th a t can c a tch my mare,'' shouted the owner of the kid-11a ped a nim a l, and who w a s the c aptain of Poker City Vigilantes. "Then lie m11st esc a pe, for I am wound e d and can not follow him. "Governor, g ive me a room and send for Dr. Med win," and B ill w alked into the hotel, with no sign of em o tion upon hi s s tern face as a trace of w hat he had just pass e d throu g h, or that he was s uffering from three severe wounds received in his battle with the giant sp o rts. Buffalo Bill was given the best room in the Irish Stew Hotel, and there the d o ctor found him and remarked: "By Jove! it was beautifol, and I congratulate you, for I certainly expected to se e you pa ss in your chips for the two were su c h d e vils I was s ure they w ould euchre even you, Bill. "Ah now I can see how they pla yed their cards. "This is but a flesh wound in the shoulder, and amounts to nothing. "This one in your side glanced on the rib just over your heart, a close deal that-no, the bone is not hurt at all, and the mark of the bullet will so o n heal up. "See, it cut its wa y out through yonr clothing! "That one in your arm? Well, that is another lucky escape." "This one on my left leg, doctor?" asked Bill. "Ah! that is a little dubious. I'll probe for the bullet: Why, there it is." "Thank you, doctor, so I am not hurt?" said Bill, smiling. "A man with four bullet wounds not hurt? "Well, you are game, Cody, and to a man who bears the scars as y o u do, I suppo s e y ou are not much hurt with thes e flesh wounds, wi1ich will heal in a short time.'' "I have some work to do at once, so ple ase dress them for me, a11d they'll not trouble me much." The doctor did dress the wounds most skillfully, and Buffalo Bill, refusing to see the crowd that were anxious to grasp his hand, lay down to rest, after sending for the landlord. "Dave, I wish you tQ send some one after that poor, maddened fellow and f e t c h h im b ack to the doctor to care for-I'll pay hi s bill when I return, for as soon as I can I must start on the trail of Buck skin and Miss Els ley, for they may need me." "From what I heard her say, Bill, l guess it's the man known a s Handsome Hug h, w hom the Indians c a ll Lone Paleface, she wis hes to find, and, if so, he's a b a d on e '' ''Yes, v e r y ha d.'' The giant d es p erado wa s sent after and found, and in the care of the good doctor of Poker City was nurse d back to life and strength. But he was a changed man since his and bis p ard's b attle with Buffalo Bill, and went to mining iu the m ountains as t h ough tau ght a lesson, aud glad to escape de a th, was willing to work hard for a living. B uffal o B i ll, as soon as lie was a b le, set out upon the trail of Buckskin and Miss Eisley, and found them i n the cabin of Lone Pale face, who was lying there d e sperately ill from tbe hardships he had endured after his escape from Buffalo Bill, bound as he was. The end w a s near when Buffalo B ill arrived, and s o on aft e r the bunted m a n passed away, after, in a lucid moment, he had had a t alk with Miss Eisley wh i ch s e emed sati s factory to tbe l a dy and appeared to greatl y relieve the mind of the man. Bad as he was, he had on e to shed tears over him, as Buffalo Bill and Buckskin placed him in his lonely grnve, and what his secret wa s of the past, and sins, the woman kept locked in her heart; but the scout when he bade her good-by as the east-bound stage coach s tarted, felt that he had done her a service she deeply appreciated. As for the Red Dove, she, with her brother, Iron Eyes, accompanied Lawyer Markoe Mann to St. Louis, aud a squ a re man, the attorney, placed her fortune in safe hands so that the interest would make a handsome income for her. H e also placed Red Dove at a fashionable boarding school, to be educated, and sent Iron Eyes back to his peopl e loaded down with pre s ents for the old chief and all of the tribe. Two y ears after Red Dove, who had come to real ize that she c o uld never win Buffalo Bill's love, mar ried her faithful attorney, Markoe Mann, and her wed d ing trip was out to the far West to see her peo ple, aud it to o k a dozen pack hors es to carry the presents she brou ght to the trib e while Buffalo Bill had bee n written to by the lawyer, and he was tl1e guid e of the party to the mountain stronghold of the tribe. "I am co111i11g East some da y and will see you in your home," said Buffalo Bill, when he said good-by to the bride and her husband, and some years after he kept his word, to find a warm welcome in the house oi the attorney, and Red Dove, his Indian bride,, TO BE CONTINU'ltD.


THIS WEEK! NEvV CONTEST! THIS WEEK Who Has Had the Most Exciting Adventure? Boys, the PRIZE ANECDOTE CONTEST closed last week. It was one of the most successful ever couducted. 1'he entry list ran np into many thousands. We published the best anecdotes from week to week. Boys, you did great work. Your stories were fine, and _the winners richly deserve the prizes. Look iu the "Prize Anecdote Department," and see for yourself what good stories the contestants turned rn. Boys, the contest was so successful that we have s tarted another just like it. HAND.SOME. Pll.IZE5 GIVEN AWAY FOil THE BE5T ANECDOTE5 I -----------ff ERE IS THE PLAN I You have all had some narrow escapes, some dangero11s adventures in your lives! Perhaps it was the capsizing of a boat, or the scaling of a cliff, or a close shave in a burning building, or something else equally thrilling! WUITE IT UP tJU5T A5 IT HAPPENED We offer a handsome prize for the most excitiug and best written anecdote sent us by any reader of BUFFALO BILL WEEKLY. The incident, of course, mnst relate to something that happened to the writer himself, 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 WILL CLOSE FEBRUARY 1. Seud in your anecdotes at ouce; boys. We are going to publish all of the best ones during tbe progress of the contest. Remember: Whether your contribution wins a prize o r not, it stands a good chance of being pnblished, to gether with your name. HERE ARE 1 wo First=Class Spalding Sweaters. Two Pairs Raymond's Roller Skates. The two boys who send us the best anecdotes will each receive a first-clas,; Spalding Standard Athletic Sweater. Made of the finest Australia n lambs' wool, exceediugly soft. Full fashioned to body and arms, without seams of any kind. Colurs: White, navy blue, black aud maroon. The two boyli who sencl us the next best anecdotes will each receive a pair of Raymond's All Clamp Ball Bearing Roller Skates. Bearings of the finest tempered steel, with r28 steel balls. For speed no skate has ever ap' p r e ached it. The five boys who send us the next best a necd otes will each receive a pair of Winslow's Speed Exte11si on Ice Skates, with extension foot plates. These skat es lia,e detachable welded steel racing runners, also an extra set of runners for fancy skatin' g. The te n boys who sen d us the next best anec dotes will each receive a Salding 12-inch "Long Distauce" Mega phone. Made of fire board, capabl e of carrying the sound of a human voice one mile, and i n some instauces, two 111iles. More fun than a barrel of monkeys. THE PRIZES: Five Pairs Winslow's Ice Skates. .;11 Ten Spalding LongDistance Megaphones. ro become a contestant for these prizes, cut out the Anec dote Contest Coupon, printed h e rewith, fill i t out properly, and send i t to BuFPA.LO BILL WEEKLY, care of Street & Smith, 238 William St., New York City together \Yith yo'ttr anecdote. No anecdote will be considere d that does not have this coupon ac companying it. COUPON. Bufl'alo Bill Weekly !l Anecdote Contest. Prize Contest No. 2. Date ...... ........... ...... ............. 1901 Name ............................................ City or Town ....... ................................ . State .... .......................... . : ............... Title of Anecdote ...................................... Watch for Announcement of the Prize Winners in the Con 1 test just closed. Their names will appear in No. 32. 1


PRIZE ANECDOTE DEPARTMENT. Boys, look on the opposite page and su the announcement of the new contest. We propose to makt this contest the most successful and far-reaching ever conducted. 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 stH1 have h r of articles sent in in connection with the contes t just dosed, and we will try to publish all the best one s ,t:fore you send in your new stories. Here are some of those received week. J\ Hidden Danger. (By Lynn C. Quilliams, Austin, Texas.) It was on the 24th day of December, 1899, that my stepfather and myself started for Cedar Valley to round up a bunch of yearliugs. This was at Taylor; where I lived then. The sun was hot, and it took two days to r each Cedar Valley. I was riding a black pony called Topsy. When we got there we hired two more men to help us. While riding along in the Troutwine pasture Topsy stopped at the edge of a thicket. I spnrred him, bnt he would not move. I pulled the brush aside, and there was a bluff about one hundred feet deep Solid rock straight up and dow11, and Barter creek at the foot of it. It makes my b loo d run cold every time I thiuk of it. What if Topsy had jumped off with me? This is a true story. J\ ttacked by a Dog. (By Harold Scofield, New York City.) One hot day about the last of August I was standing by a lamp-po st, talking to a friend, when a lady approached leading a large Newfoundland dog and carrying a small Spitz dog. All of a sndde n the Newfoundland barked and broke loo se from her grasp. I being the nearest one to him, he grabbed me in the side. I jumpe d away, but too late. His teeth sank into my flesh. The woman caught her dog and chained him, but the mischief had been done. I did not know what happened for a few moments. My mother called me and I went upstairs and undressed, and behold! a gaping wound with blood oozing from it. 'l'he doctor was sent for aud when he came and looked at it he told me to lie down on the bed. He washed the wound and put a green stuff on it. The woman's dog that bit me was shot. I still have the mark ou my body. My Ufe in My Hands. (By L. H. Bradshaw, Shreveport, La.) My father never used to let me go anywhere so one night I decided I would run off aud stay two or three months. I got a boy named Willie Wright to go with me. The evening we were to leave we lay at the crossing for the ten o clock freight. My father was hunting for me with a big club, but he didn't get me. TJ.+e ten o'clock train came along, and it being the first time I ever tried to beat my way, I sneaked alongside of the train, and got on the rods, with my partner at my side. At the first stop the engine took on water. I bad felt as safe as if I were inside. So on leaving I stayed in the same place and I began to practice the different ways of riding. I rode on one rod for three miles or more and theu, when I got tired I reached back for the second. But I lost my balance, and turned right over. I held my grip, but my feet struck the ground and there I was, dragging one foot between the rails and the other on the ties. I bung there for a quarter of a mile, and the train was making nothing Jess than thirty-five miles an hour. My partner was s o excited that be conld not assist me, and was just looking at me his eyes sticking out of his head. At last I threw one leg over the rod and drew myself up. I was so tired when I got myself clear of the ground that I could hardly bang there; then my partner caught hold of me and helped me to hang on. I now began to tremble in every limb, and it seemed to me as if I was going to fall off again, and I prayed for the train to stop. At last it slowed up and stopped. We were at Rayville. I dropped off, and we both said we wouldn't go any further. So we went back home. And my father was glad I didn't stay away, for he knew I had run away. A Narrow Escape. (By L. H. Bradshaw, Shreveport, La.) Once, shortly after I had left home, my first location was at Gibson, Well I s o on got acquainted with some of the bo y s there, aud we used to go swimming together. One day five of us were in the water. The oldest was sixteen years old, and the t wo youngest were each about five years old, and they couldn't swim. The three of us were in the deep water while the two little ones were further in. One of the little fellows got out where we were, and he was getting strangled. The first we knew of it was when the other little fel low cried: "Oh, look at Nace." My two companions got excited and swam for the shore with all their might, leaviug me with the drowning boy. I plunged towards him and caught his sinking hand, as it was the only thing above water. I was a good swimmer, so I thought I could take the child to shore. But it kept splashing water in my face and strangling me, and I was about to give up. I stretched out my feet once more, and felt for the bottom. f


26 THE BU ff J\LO BILL STORIES. l3y good luck it was not over my head. Then I waded ou t with the child and laid down his limp body. water began to run from his nos e and mouth. The other boys came to me then and we turned him over and over. At last he made a n oise and then began to cry. Then I began to tremble as if I bad bad a chill, thinking over the danger I was in. I\ Coasting Experience. (By Raymond G. Murphy, Schenectady, N. Y.) I was living in a small city a few year s ago. It was the custom of the boys in the vicinity to coast down a street which was long, narrow and steep. While uear its base another street ran transverse ly to it, and was the center of m ucb traffic. 'rhe hill was bare in some places, but the boys remedied this by pouring water on it at night which was fro ze n hard the next morning. This practice rendered the hill somewhat dangerous, especially to pedestrians, who, after stepping on a slippery spo t often saw many of the smaller planets. # I was a promoter of the coasting enterprise, a11d for a f ew clays met with uo accidents, but my good fortune was short-lived. The next day I had just started down the hill, when a bakery wagon stopped in the middle of the street, and the driver went to a IJous e for an order. I yelled frantically. 'l'he driver rnshecl to the wagon but was unable to get out of my way soon enough. I shut m y eyes expecting eve ry 11101uent to have my brains dashed out. The crash never came, for when I l ooked up I found, to my snrprise, t hat I had g lided between the front a11d rear wheels of the wagoll. This euded coastiug on that particular hill for a long time. I\ Tick-Tack Escapade. (By Davis West, M t. Pleasant, Pa.) I was with a crowd of boys a11Cl we were out for a time. \Ve were thinking of what to do to have some fun, and at last we all agreed t o put a tick-tack on a hou se. So we got a ball of cord aud a stick and a stone. We tied the stoue on the eucl of the string, then tied a striug to the stick and stuck the stick iu a t the end of the house with the stone ha11ging down at the s ide of the house. Every time we pttllecl the striug the stone would fall against the house and make an awful noise. We got to the end of the stri11g aud commeuced pulling it as fast as we could. There was no one bttt some girls and the lady of the !Jonse at home and they came out, but conld see nothing or anybody, so they went back in. Again we b ega n to pull the string. They came out again, tbiuking they wonld find s om e one pounding o n the bouse, but we s t opped pulling the string, and they ga"e it up and went b ack. We kept up pulling the string till they came out three or four times. 'I'he n they got so scared they w ent to another. hou se and told the m all about the awful noise, and the neighbors came over to see what it was, but while they were at the other house one of the boys took the string clown and ne l e ft, so that we would 1.1ot be discovered. I dou't !mow if thev got over their scare that night o r not. \Ve went tq thre-e or four houses and s ea red the people. Then we all decided we would g o to a farmhouse out of town. So we started out to put it on the farmhouse, but tlte farmer had two big dogs. \Ve weut down t\1e road a pi e ce, then to ok a c ross a field till we got almost to the ho1Jse. When one of the boys wa s goi11g in the yard the clogs both came out barking. As they came, we all gtarted to nm as fast as we co11ld, but the clogs were gai11i11g 011 us every step we took. We had only one big field to cross till we would be on another man's f arn1, a11d we thought the dogs would g i \'e up the c h ase when we crosst:d the feuce. But before we got to t lie fence, one dog had one of tbe boys by his coat tail. He was p111li11g to get away and screaming at the same time, bnt the rest of 11s d i d 11ot stop, we were too badly sca r ed. \\' e all got across the f e n ce, but that 011e boy, and he ma de it with th e l oss of half hi s coat. 'l'h e dogs then ga\e up the chase aud went ba c k. We ourseh es over so lucky an e scape aud started o n 011r wa y h o me, but when .\' e were haff ';ay a cross this fie ld t o our surprise we found ont we were in the same field with a cross bull, and it started after us with its head down, b e llo wiug as it came. We had another n111 for lif e. W e could not go the way n-e were going, but Imel to turn aro1111cl and go back toward the formhonse, so we started '"ith the bull a f t e r us, b11t we made th e fence in safe t y, and the dogs \\'ere back at the house. We did n ot go back, but kept along the fenc e till w e got out 011 the road. Then we knew we were safe. Sidetracked. (By Frank A. Booth, Montreal, Canada.) The r e is a hill n ea r tlie tmn1 where I used t o li ve. It is callee! blackberry hill. It is a splendid slide i n winter, but at oue piace t he bank had been cut away and left a large place that we called the ''bump,' because the sleds used to go so fost that tl.tey would shoot through the air for about six feet. lt was in winter, and after Christ m as I had a splendid 11ew sled 11a111ed ''Nancy Hanks." Well, I took m y sled up to the top to try it for the first time The boys had made two tracks, the one that went over the "bump'' a11d another tbat went out throug h a gateway. I wanted to go throngh the gate. So I got on a11d was just going my fastest when I heard a cry of "Road, road, a call to get out of the way. I looked aro1111d, and not ten feet behind me was the "record breaker," a big double ruuner, coming on at full speed. The track tha t led over the bump was a couple of yards ahead, and the bump was fiye yards beyoud. I gave a hard movement side,rnys wheu I go t to the track O\'er the bump, and went like a flash on to the steep place Now tlt e 111en h ad built a fence around the base of th e hill a nd left the gateway, but they planted a large post in the bump. I was thre e yards away when I dis coyere d this and I \.\'as so startl ed that I fell off my sled and sen t it towards the large post. I rolled O\'er the "bump," wltile my sled got mashed up against the pos t. I picked 111yse lf l1p and s::ct:re d tlt e b o ard and ru1111ers of the s led a n d \\"ml home dom1 cast. But I was glad it w::is the and not I tliat got s111ashed. A few days after this a small boy got his head severely bruised tbe very same way.


THE BU Ff A.LO BILL STORIES. 29 The boys have siuce taken up that post, torn the fence away at that spot and now slide there. While the fence was there it was "Graveyard Gap" the second. Almost Burned to Death. (By T. M. Gill, Jr., Mexico, Mo.) Seeing. your offer in the Buffalo Bill Weekly, I send you an a ccount of a narrow escape I had. There was a livery stable burned here about three years ago. It was in the night, and I went to the fire. My pouy was kept there, but they got him out. Suddenly I thought I saw my pony run i u again after I had gotten him out, but as I ran in a;id went back to his stall he was not there. As I was c oming out I could hardly see. I got too clos e to a stall, and a horse, suffocated with smoke, fell on my leg and broke it, and I could not get l'lY leg out. I thought I was gone, for the roof \YaS about to fall. I cried for help, and as I called a bale of hay which was on fire fell on me. I called again, and a negro came and took the hay off of me, but I was already on fire and, just as he took the bale off of me there was a great crack. He ran out because he thought the roof was falling in, but it did not fall then. As soon as he got outside he told a man that I was iu there burning to death. So he, with another man, came and put the fire out with a horse blanket, and then took the horse ofI my leg. But I had to be carried 011t, because I was so badly burned, aud my leg was broken. as we got 011t the roof fe e l in. I was terribly burned and I have a scar on my hip aud back from it yet. A Dangerous Jump. (By Peter Tumbelty, Boston, Mass.) One day a lot of boys and myself were playing jump in an old barn. We were on the roof of the barn, and' the ground was about fifteen or twenty feet below aud was covered with ashes. Most of the boys jumped. Another boy and myself were barefooted. The boys made fun of us and laughed at ns bec a use we would not jump. Two or three times I made a blufi to jump. One time I was going to make a bluff I ran too hard to stop and I went pell-mell into the ashes. I was not able to get up as my foot was spraiued. A policeman sent for th"! ambulance, and I was taken to the city hospi tal. I had to go 011 crutches abont a mouth after I came out of the hospital, and I will not take anybody's advice any more. /\ Battle in South Africa. (By R C. Beach, Montreal, Canada.) 'fhe hottest aud most exciting quarter of an hour of my life I spent on the morning of February 2 ,7, 1900, when our regiment (Royal Canadian Infantry), left the trenches at three a. m and supported by the Gordon Highlanders, advanced in the darkness to catch, if pos sible, the wily Boer. The darkness was so inteuse, that our front rank men ( ''"e advanced in two lines, the rear rank carryiug picks and sbovels) had to bold each other by the baud to avoid losing themselves. Of course, every noise bad to be avoided if possible. Suddenly we ran against a wire, from which hung a number of tin cans. Thi s wire the. had put all around their calllp, and it at once ga\'e the alarm, the tin cans janging together. A Boer sentry fired a shot. Down we went as flat as we could, and not a minute too soon, for the entire line of Boer trenches blazed forth a deadly fire, which they kept up for a quarter of an hour. Then, however, the work of the Shropshire regiment began to tell on them. This regiment had been placed to the left with orders to fire volleys as soon as we were fired on, to draw the fire from us. And rattling good company volleys they were, too, crashing through the shrub aud compelling the Boers to keep down. Meanwhile, our boys had dug the trench, and when morning dawned we commanded the protected angle of Cronje's defens es, and they surrendered. I can truth fully say that those fifte e n minutes under that hell-fire of the Boers, at a range of forty yards, in the darkness, with the groans of the wounded ringing in our ears on all sides, were the most exciting I ever went through. My Adventure with an Alligator. (By Harry Brown, Fordham, N. Y.) One day last summer my friend and I were hunting for birds iu Bronx Park. We bad met with very little success and it was very hot, so we agreed to go down to tile river and rest ourseh'es. We sat down on a small log n earby, and my friF:nd took bis knife out and stuck it into the log. All at ouce the log seemed to become endowed with life, and started toward the river. For a few moments we were two very much astonished boys, but as soon as we could recover our scattered senses we found that our supposed log was an alligator about seven feet long. We fired at the retreating alligator, but our small rifles could not do any damage to the hard skinned reptile. We found out afterward that it had e sc aped from the Zoo nearby, aud it was afterward captured. I\ Hold-Up in the Woods. (By James Malley, New York City). Once while in a certain woods on Staten Islaud with three friends of mine, we met three men who walked on past us and then followed us until we were in the thickest part of the wood Then they jumped upon us. I being the second smallest fainted and when I recovered I found myself gagged and one of the men standing over me with a knife in his hand. I tried to s cream, but I was not able, I was so fri ghtened, but jnst then one of the other boys str:ick the man a stiu ging blow on the head, and then set me free. I got up aud ran away screaming, but the men foilowed after us and we were almost at the end of the woods when two of us tripped (I being one of them) over a barbed wire fence and thus the men almost 'Captured us again, when we saw a policeman coming and yelled for assistance. He gave chase to the men and succeeded in capturing one of them who was wanted for a robbery in St. Louis.


BOYHOODS OF FAMOUS MEN. This department contains each wuk the story of the early career of some celebrated American. \Vatch for these stories and read them, boys. They are of the most fascinating interest. Those already published are : No. 1-Buff alo Bill; No. 2 -Kit Carson ; No. 3-Texas Jack ; No. 4-Col. Daniel Boone; Nos. 5 and 6-David Crockett; No. 7-General Sam Houston; Nos. 8 and 9-Lewis Wetzel; No. JO-Capt. John Smith. No. 11.-eapt. John Smith, The Celebrated Indian Fighter and Founder of the Colony of Virginia. (Continued from Last Week.) Last week's article told of the boyhood of this celebrated man from his birth in England up to the time when he joined the Austrian army and set out to fight the Turks. Wllen we left him, John Smith, then scarcely more than a boy, had just offered a suggestion for an attack on the Turkish stronghold. The commander bad so much confidence in the young fellow that be told him to go ahead. The Turks were divided into two bodies of ten thousand men each, and a s mali river flowed bP.tween them. The army under the Austrian comma11der, Baron Kessell, with whom young Smith was fighting, consisted of only ten thousand in all. Young Smith's idea was to palsy one body of the enemy with fear and then suddenly fall upon the other, and rout them in the confusion. The rher was all in favor of his project, too. Taking, therefore, several small cords, a hundred fathoms long, and fastening to them some three thousand matches, or fusses filled with powder, he ordered them all to be stretched and fired simultaneously just b efo re the assault on the town, so as to deceive the body of the enemy across the river with the idea of a sudden attack upon themselves. The plan proved quite as successful as he could have wished. While part of the Austrian army was making a vigorous onse t upon one-half of the Turks, the other half stood ready arid waiting for the approach of those mysterious warriors from over the river. Exactly at the right moment, too, the garrison marched out of the town upou their besiegers, who, in effect but ten thousand strong now, found themselves hemmed in between the fires of two fierce and exasperated armies. They ran about in the direst confusion, seeing the fatal trap into which they bad fallen. Some tried to cro ss the rivt>. r to their companions, and were drowned in making the attempt. Thousands of them were slain by their enemy, and thousands more fled in d eepest dismay. Meanwhile the deluded half of the Turkish army stood waiting for the coming on of the fictitious soldiers with their imaginary musketry, unable to extend to their comrades the relief which for the brief moment of the crisis would have been so valuable. The Turks retired with shame and coufusion from the place of their late encampment, leaving the vigi lant victors in undisputed possession of the town aud its vicinity. John Smith was forthwith made captain of a com-pany of two hundred aud fifty horse for his ingenious and valuable services in this affair, and received an abundance of other favors and rewards besides. He was known to the whole army as a man of superior daring and undisputed courage and bravery. The young captain won a great deal of fame in this. war. Among other things, he fought three personal combats with three champions of the en emy, and each time he came out victorious, killing his opponent. The victorious Austrian army made a great hero of him, and gifts were showered upon him. It is very uncertain how Smith got back to England again. We simply know that he was there abot1t the time when the project of colonizing North America was talked of so generally, and that bis enthusiastic and courage ous spirit most naturally led him to sympathize with the bold plans that were then set on foot. On December 19, 1601, he set sail for America, with a party of adventurers. They landed at that section that is now Virginia, and proceeded to explore the country. Smith was now twenty-five years old, and although his further adventures belong to the period of his manhood, still one encounter be bad with the Indians wil l show how dauutless his spirit was even at that compara-tively early age. He had set out to explore the Chickaboruiny River, and when he had sailed fifty miles up the river he found hist course impeded by shoals. So he went ashore and obtained assistance from the Indians that he found in pl enty all about him. The y lent him a light cauoe, and furnishe d a couple of their tribe to row it wherever he desired. And, taking along with him two men from his own boat, he left the others in charge, cautioning them not to go on shore during his abse nce, nor to hold communication with auy oue from the bank until his return. Twenty miles further up the Indian canoe floated them, shooting swiftly and silently aiong the dark stream. His watchful eye uoted all the landnrnrks on the shores, and his observation was as acute as1it bad ever b ee n in any of his wanderiugs before. Finally, when they had go11e as far as they could well go, and after having fought their way through all such tough opposition as snnken logs ancl interlacing tree branches offered, h e took one of the two India11s 011 shore with him, leaving the two white men with the other Iudian behind iu the canoe. He enjoined hi s compa11io11s to lie continually on the lookout, aud, if a uy danger threatened, to fire a siugle musket immediately. He proposed him:self merely


THE BUfF/\lO STORIES. to go ashore for a little w hil e with his Indian guide, and learn what the natllre of the country was, and, if possible, find the headwaters of the rapidly-narrowiug stream. Hardly twenty minutes had he been in the forest with his guide when the latter Sllddenly set up a shrill and unearthly cry, ca ll ed the warwhoop, bringing the bold explorer to his wits in amazing quick time. Fearing, from this strange conduct of the Indian, that some great danger was at hand, be instantly seized him and held him fast, and, without another moment's hesitatiou, took off his own garter and bouud the treacherous rascal's arm tightly to his own. At the same instant an arrow struck him on the thigh, but without force enough to do him any injury. He saw n ow that he was waylaid, and that bis guide had been only his betrayer. He determined that, if he was fired at by tbe savages his coppu-colored companion should, at least, take an eqt{al cbance of harm along with him; and so he kept holding the fellow before him all the while, thrusting him between his own breast and the enemy like a shield. It was not loug before the whole Indian ambush discovered itself, and he saw already two bows bent to discharge their arrows at him. He seized the pistols from bis belt, and gave the enemy a quick volley, that rather interfered with their purposes. 'rbe Indians--of whom there now appeared a large number-pretty soon began to press forward upon him, compelling him to use all the dexterity he could commaud to keep them at bay. They were afraid of his pistols, and that was a great deal iu his favor Besides, he took coustant care to keep the Indian guide between himself and them. They would be very loth to get possession of the adventurer's scalp at the price of the life of one of their own number. In this state of affairs an Indian chief name:l Ope chancanough, came up, with a large party of two or three hundred warriors. Smith knew then that his last chance of escape had vanished, yet he showed not a whit less courage and self-possession than before. They began to shoot their arrows carefully at him, and he fired at them in return with his pistols. They would not come near enough to him to be within the reach of his pistol shots, and he adroitly managed to interpose his own Indian between himself aud their arrows. Seeing that he stood the test of bravery so wdl, they held a parley. If he would at once surrender they promised that he should receive no harm. Thev told him that the two white men in the canoe were -killed, and that he could escape their fate only by submitting peacefully to his capture. Smith was 11ot a little staggered to hear of the death of his two companions, but he utterly refused to listen to any proposal to give himself up. As they talked, first on this side and then on that, he likewise kept slowly retreating, and drawing his Indian shield after him, step by step. The savages pressed on perseveringly, though they were as careful as ever to keep out of the re ach of bis weapons. And, as he went on in this backward style, facing only his enemies, and careless of the path behind bim, suddenly the soft ground yielded beneath his feet, and down, down he sank in the depths of a wet and cold morass, that must have formed one of the looked-for sources of the Chickahominy River. Of course he dragged in the treacherous Indian guide after him, and there they were together, floundering in the water and bog mud quite up to their armpits. It was folly to think of holding out any longer. A surrender was all th'at could have been expected. So he threw his weapons from him upon the ground, in tokeu of submission, and immediately after they drew him out of his uncomfortable bed, covered all over with mud and water, and shivering witb the cold. Had it not been for tlfe rest of the party that he left in the boats, all this might never have happened. In both the canoe and the boat his cautions to them had been utterly uuheeded. Those in the boat went on shore almost as soon as he had fairly landed, and got out of sight; they were insane with the idea of themselves striking upon some slldden passage to the South Sea, or of finding somewhere in the forest a mountain of glittering gold. Of course they were surprised by Opechancanough and his party, for his wary sp i es had had their eyes upon them from the beginniug. All of them but one managed to reach the boat again in safety, and make off in haste from the shore; but this one was doomed to pay the penalty for tpe presumption of the remainder with his life. He begged them not to kill him, and promised, if they would not, to tell them of the whereabouts of the rest. Having extorted this intelligence from him, they cruelly put him to death by tearing one limb after another from him, and then bllrning him in the fire. 1'hey then hurried on after Smith and his two white companions in the canoe. These two men had gone on shore, likewise, and built a fire to warm themselves; and, while they sa t before its cheering blaze, dozing and nodding from the effects of their exposure, the savages fell upon them with their arrows, and n 1ade very short work witb their lives indeed. Of course the other Indian, who had been left in the canoe, apprized his companions of the ronte Smith had taken, and very soon after they came upon him and his waylayers, just as has been described. When Smith was fairly clear of the into which be had fallen, and after they bad shown signs of treating him with some consideration, he presented his pocket compass to the chief, explaining, as he best could, its shifting mysteries. The appearance of the long, slender needle, dancing so delicately to an fro beneath the glass, excited the savage's deepe s t astonishment and wonder. Smith t ook some pains to interest him with this toy as long as be could, and then made him a present of it, telling him what wonderful things it would do for him while coursing in the trackless forests or paddling bis canoe between the banks of the running rivers. But, as soon as the wonder of the chieftain was exhausted, he suffered his warriors to l ay hold on their prisoner and bind him to a tree. Smith kuew what was coming, and he remembered that, in bis parleying fight, he had himself slain three of their own number. Only death stared him at that moment in the face. The savages each put an arrow on his bowstring, and then all stood back in a .circle as if to shoot him, taking deliberate aim at variolls parts of his body. But Smith betrayed nothing like fear. If his time to die bad really come, then he had nothing more to say. Resistance was not to be thought of; and, as for begging for his life, it was the last thing in the world that he would do.


32 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. But that was just what they wished to make him do. 'I' hey had no intention of shooting him; their object being simply to see how long his courage wollld hold out. And, having once ascertained all they sought to know on that point, at the nod of their chief they dropped their weapons at side, and, loosen ing his bands, conducted him to the fire which they had k i ndl e d for his comfort. At the fire he saw the dead body of one of the two men whom he left in the canoe, pierced with countless arrows. The y took the best of care of him after this, driving off the chills, aud supplyillg him with as much food as he desired to eat. They kuew he was a person of mark among the white settlers, and that was the reason why he was spared from the fate that bad befallen bis more unfortunate followers. Yet he did not know, after all, wh a t bis fate was to be; perhaps an immediate. and sudden death would be far better than the doom for which he was reserved. After a few days the savages took up their march with him through their several village s. As they walked onward through the depths of the gloomy forest, a sturdy Indian holding on by each wrist, and the chief following not far behind, it was a scene well calculate d to arouse even the clulle1t imagination. Whenever they came in sight of one of their villages, they set up such hideous cries and yells as brought out all the wom e n and children to meet them in a body. Traversing the region after this most unheard-of style, they at length reached the village called Orapakes. Here Smith was secured in a wigwam, and every avenue to escape care fully guarded against. Orapakes was a village where Powhatan used to dwell at some particular portions of the year. Captain Smith was in continual dread of bis life while Opechancanough kept him a prisoner, believing that he was only being fattened and reserved for the celebration of some of their future orgies. The thought kept him in a state of such suspense that he could scarcely shut his eyes to sleep at night. To deck the triumph of a savage prince was no part of bis choice, if his choice could even be said to lie that way. His present captivity was bad enough, but there might be things, be imagined, even worse than that. When, at length, all the preparations were made, Smith was led from the retreat where till this time he bad been kept, and brought before the august personage for whom all this pomp had been undertaken. Pow hatan was seated on his throne, with his dusky retinue around him. The place fixed upon for th e interview was in the very depths of the forest, with onl y the grand old trees encircling them, and the deep blue sky overhead. Hundreds of savages stood crowded near their chieftain, lending a picturesque beauty, fearful even as it was, to the strange and impressive scene. Imme diately about the royal chief sat, or reclined, India n maidens, wonderful for their free and natural grace, throwing a wild charm over the place by their pres ence, and looking on as deeply interested spectators of the imposing interview. The several groups that helped carry out the solemnity of the occasion w e re attired am!. ornamented as only Indians know bow to attire and ornament tbemselves-some with feathers, some with beads, clad with skins and curiously bedecked blankets, and all painted. a and brilliant red. He received his s entence in the pre sence of the multi tude, all listening and looking on with savage intensity. The decree was, that he be carried forth to die without further delay Within the circle described by the gathering of the dusky multitnde, two huge stone s were brought, and placed immediately before Powhatan. An eager and excited crowd then laid violent hold on him, and forth with dragged him to the spot. Across one of the stones they laid his head. A few stalwart savages, with huge clubs, then took their statious silently near their victim, ready to obey the imperial nod that would have out his brains before the whole assembly. Smith lay perfectly calm upon the ground, having given over every hope of his safety now, and feeling altogether resigned to his dre a dful fate. It was certainly a mom ent of the most intens e anguish even for his brave soul. He was only awaiting the fall of the fatal club on his head, yet was ignorant when the silent order might be given, and the deadening blow be struck. In that single moment be must have lived a hundred common lives, by the crowded intensity of his feelings. Powhatan was just rea d y t o make the fat a l sign of death, wben out from the silent group of females ran the figure of a little girl, but ten or yea.rs ol?, and d.arted almost as rapidly as thought 111 the direct10n of the condemned and prostrate prisouer. Quicker than the whole occurrence cau be told she sprang forward between those uplifted clubs of the executioners and the head of their intended victim, and threw herself upon his devoted neck, e11circling it affectionately with her arms. There was a sudden outcry of wonder from the savaae multitude at so novel anEl unexpected au event, and 0all eagerly strained their gaze to learn who the damsel was that had taken so strange an interest in the prisoner. They looked, and saw that it was Pocahontas, the belo, ed daughter of their mighty king! Theu they tprned their eyes upon his majestic countenance, unset tled in their opinion as to bow be would brook such an unheard-of interference with his mandates. Though he was deeply moved by what he saw, his face betrayed nothing of the kiud. He sat with as calm and rigid au exterior as ever. Pocahontas was the idol of her royal father. A boon that she had dared in this manner to crave, it was next to impossible to refuse. The perfect artlessness with which she begged it, the open and flowing bravery with which the act was accompanied, the childlike faith which she seemed to have in her own ability to protect the prisoner all wrought with so much effect on the stony natures of both her parent and the chieftains, that the former soon yielded to the power of the new influ ence, and her prayer for mercy was once more heard. The d e cision w a s reconsidered-the s entence was revoked. Smith was raised from his p osture ou the ground and presented as a sla v e to the innocent maiden whose interpositiou had save d his life It was not long after when Powhatan formed s\ 1 ch a friend ship for Captain Smith that he gave him his liberty and r estored him to his friends.


JESSE JAMES STORIES Jesse James. WE were the first pub-lishers in the world to print the famous sto ries of the James Boys, written by that remarkable man, W. B. Lawson whose name is a watch.. word with our boys. We have had many imitators, and iu order that no one shall be deceived in accepting the spurious for the real, we are now publishing the best stories of the James Boys, by Mr. Lawson, in a N e w Library entitled" The Jesse James Sto ries ," one of our big five-cent weeklies, and a sure winner with the boys. A number of issues have already appe?-red and these which follow will be equally good; in fact, the best of their kind in the w o rld. STR EET & SMITH, Publishers, New York. BUFFALO BILL STORIES The only publication authorized by the Hon. Wm. f, Cody (Buffalo Bill). Buffalo Bill. WE we:re the pu hers of the first story ever written of the famous and world-renowned Buffalo Bill, the great hero whose life has been one succession of excit mg and thrilling incicombined with great successes and accomplishments, all of which will be told in a series of 'grand s tories which we are now pl acing before the American Boys. The popularity they have already obtained shows wh a t the boys want, and is very gratifying to the publishers. STREET & SMITH, Publishers, New York. NICK CARTER STORIES THE best known detec tive in the world is Nick Carter. Stories by this noted sleuth are issued regu:arly in "Nick Carter Weekly (price five cents), and all bis Nick Carter. work is written for us. It may interest the patrons and readers of the Nick Carter Series of Detective Stories to know that these famous stories will soon be produced upon the stage under unusually elaborate circumstances. Arrangements have just been completed between the publishers and Manager F. C. Whitney, to present the entire set of Nick Carter stories in dramatic form. The fir s t pl a y of the series will be brought out next fall. STREET & SMITH, Publishers, NEW YoRK. DIAMOND DICK STORIES Diamond Dick. THE celebrated Diamond Dick stories can only be found in "Diamond Dick, Jr., the Boys' Best Weekly." Diamond Dick and his son Bertie are the most unique and fascinating heroes of Western romance The scenes and many of the incidents, in these exciting stories are taken from real life. Diamond Dick st01"ies are conceded to be the best stories of the West, and are all copyrighted by us. The weekly is the same size and price as this publication, with hand some illuminated cover. Price, five cents. STREET & SMITH, Publishers, New York.


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