Buffalo Bill's victories. Chapters 131-140

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A ,VVEEKLY. PUBLICATION DE-VOTED TO BORDE R HI 5TORY issued Weekly. By Subscription $zso ;/Jer year. Entered as Second Class Matter at New York Post Office by STREET & SMITH, 2,]8 William St., N. 1(. No. 31. .Pri ce, Five Cen t s. "BANDS UP, PARDS, FOR I WANT YOU BOTH!" BILL COVERED THE TWO ROBBERS \\ITH HIS REVOLVERS JN EACH HAND.-,CCHAPTE!t CXXXII.)

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ffiO[bfb A WEEKLY PUBLICATION DEVOTED TO BORDER Iuued We.Illy. By Sflbscriptio11 $2so per year. Entered as Second Class Mattt1 at tlie N. Y. Pos\ Office by STREET & SMITH, 238 William St. N. Y. Entered according to A c t of Crmgre s s ?n tlu! yedr 1qo1, ,. tlte Office of the Librarz an of Congress, W aslzi11gto n, D. C: No. 3J. NEW YORK, December 14, 1901. Price Five Cents. iJUff ALO BILL'S VICTORll:S. By the author of "BUFFALO BILL." CHAPTER cxxxr. A FRUITLESS ERRAND-THE MASKED STRANGER. Two men stood talking together in a frontier fort, watching from a distance the overland coach about to start upon its eastward nm, and aware of the fact that it carried a lady passenger, yotJug, very handsome and daring eno11gh to risk the dangers of the trails, whether from Indians or road agents. The two men w ere striking-looking personag es, abont the average height, s pl endidl y formed, hand as pictmes, y e t with face s of determination, plnck and will power. One was dressed in the fatigue 1111iforrri of a sm geon of cavnlry in the U 11ited Stn te s a rn1Y, and w ore the rank of a captain upo n b is sho11lde r straps. The other was attire d i11 bnc k sbu le gging s and jacket, top b o o t s broad sombrero, wore his !lair long. 'the latte r was William F. Cody, the army scont, tl1e11 wiuni11 g his great fame as Bu ffalo Dill. T lic
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THE BUFF /\LO_ BILL C'.
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THE BUFF l\LO BILL STOR ES. 3 hi s appearance, whether he was paleface, Indian, Chinese or negro. "Hands up, Horseshoe Hal, for you carry a r ich pri3 e, cried the horseman, a5 h e reached the wate r's edge, and leveled his rifle at the driver. Waal, I'll be etarnally 1'oas t ed, e f thet don' t b en t all, for I were jist sayin' ther trail were clear o' var-. mints like you." "Silence l Hold on there my pretty l a d y for I 'll s end a b1Jll e t throllg h your b rai n a s quickly a s I would s hoot H o r s esho e Hal i f you attempt to show your claws ' sternly cried the highwayman Thi s comman d w a s c a1Jse d b y seeing the a ction of the woman, for she had drawn toward her a srnall v alise she h a d behind h e r npon the t o p of the co ach, a u d i n w hich she had a revolver, which h a d b e fore r e ndered h e r good se r vi ce. Not expecting a hold-np she 11ad n o t kept the vveapon near h e r. 'I'here was s omething i n t!ie toue o f the man tha t indicated his intentiou to be as good as h i s w o r d a n d he raise d her h a n d from the satcl1cl. "Say, robber, if ycr don't consider me rude, I'd ike ter ask yer who yer be, fo r I thought ther o l d gang had b een wiped out? "'l'he old gang was, but I have come t o b un t t11e t rails, and I am here to stay. "'l'he lady is well fixe d as I happen t o k now, s o I ;vill trouble her for her money, and all el se o f value she may have with h er. "If she r e fo s e s I will kill you, Horseshoe Hal and h old h e r a captive until she pays far more than I can now rob her of. "l hope yo11 both u11d-.:rsta11d the sit11atio1J ''. ; I understand yon is a thief I'd like ter get a rope 11t o once," growlecl tl1e driver, while Bess said: "Yes, I u nderstand the situation perfectly, robber. "You have power t o rob me, and so I submit to :your brute fo rce o n ly. "I have with m e considerable money, a thousalld collars, perhaps, aud some jewelry, as you have sa i d and I w i l l give al l up if you demand it, but I wonld 1 ike to ask to keep a little money, and several trillkets, w hich, of little value t o you, are most valuable to me from association. J\lay I keep these and a h unB r ed d ollars i n money?'' It would seem t hat few cotdd resi s t this ut the robber had the power and he meant t o use it. "Not a dollar, or anythin g of v a l n e shall you k e e p. "I risk m y l i f e to rob, and I d e m a n d all, s o giv e it up, o r I draw trigger o n Horses h o e H a l, and you a r e m y c aptiv e. "Come, no n o n se nse, s o hand over your weal t h and the r o bber rod e nea r e r t o t h e cnR-ch. CH APTE R CXXXII. DEADL Y woRK. The man who h a d h alte d the coach m oved nea rer to i t, rid ing into t h e s trea m t o do so The team of hors es lo o k e d a t him aska n c e, a s tho u g h appreciating the situation, w hile the fa c e of H o r seshoe H a l grew bl a c k with rag e. "Ter t h i n k I c a n't p r o tect lie r he mutte r ed To hav e his fair p assenger robb ed of lie r money and jewels while in his keepin g was a terrible tho u ght to the clr i ve r. Yet h e w a s powerless t o protect h e r, as the s l ight est resi s tance o n h is part m ea n t instant death to hi m T he road-agent, still c overing the driver with his r ifle, rod e n ea rer to the coa ch. "Yon w i ll force me t o give up all?" s a i d B ess i n a voice that showed she was d ee pl y moved. "Every d o llar and v aluable," was foe s tern r ejoinder. "T lie n I s uppose t h e re i s n o h e p for me, a n d she opened t h e s a tc h e l and p laced h e r hand wit h i n it. to be hidden, my pretty m iss, fo r I need a l l yo u have and m ore, too." "Then Lake all I have to As the words w e re uttered the hand c allle quickly out of t h e satche l, it was thrnst forward, and a report followed. With a cry o f pain, the road-ageut droppe
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/'i TtlE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 110t escape," crierl Bess, now thoroughly aroused, and for the third time her revolver was raised. A quick glauce along the barrel and the third shot rang out. Although the horse was bounding up the hill at full speed, the aim was true, and the animal dropped upon his knees, stumbled and went down, throwing his rider hard, "I'll catch him, miss, if you can hold the team," cried Horseshoe Hal, after giving vent to a wild yell of admiration for the girl's crack and the success she had met with. But as he spoke there came a rushing sound behind them, a plunge and a horseman was crossing the stream with mighty leaps. "Bujjalo Bzll!" yelled Horseshoe Hal, wildly, and in an instant the scout had crossed the stream and was by the .side of the wounded outlaw. "Don't kill me, for I cannot the road age11_t, faintly. Snatching the mask from his face, Buffalo Bill said: "Ah, I know tiiat face. "Yon are one of Silk Lasso Sam's band who escaped. "Ho, Hal, you did some crack shooting here, even -if you did not kill him.'' "It wasn't me did it, Buffalo Bill," responded Hal, who had now drivell up to the spot. "Not you?' ary." "vVh o then ? "This young lady, ancl sl1e knows how ter use a gun, says I." ''I did 11ot wish to kill him, so broke his right arm. Then, as he drew a revolver with his left, I seut a bullet throngh that, and my third shot was to bring down his horse to preveut his escape.'' "Well, miss, you are a crack siiot, and the fellow is the last one of Silk Sam's band, so that now there wi11 be a clear trail to travel, I guess. "I wiil have y ou take him on with you, Horseshoe Hal, and bring him back to the fort with you on yrrnr next run." "I'll die if 1 am not cared for," groaned the man. "Well, if I was in your place, pard, I'd want to die, as yer'll hang as sartin as I knows yer name," put in Horseshoe Hal. "I did iro harm," whined the mau. "Oh, no, yer didn't, but it wasn't your fault, all ther same, for yer intended ter rob th.is young lady and threatened to shoot her, too." "Well, Hal, I'll the best I can for his wounds 11ntil you reach the station where the doctors can care for him, and you must. be careful that he does not escape." "Yer won't go along, then, Bill?" "No, for I am on a little scouting expedition I ca'nnot neglect. "I heard yo:ir shots, Miss Ardell, so rode on to see what was the matter. "I congratulate you upon your nerve and splendid shooting. '1 "I thank you, sir; praise from such a man as Buffalo Bill is worth having." "It was just splendid the way shedid it, Bill," said Horseshoe Hal, who now, with the scout, set to work to dress the wounds of the road-agent. Taking from her satchel several handkerchiefs, she tore them into strips for bandages and aided in dressing the wounds which she had made. At last the work was done, the road-agent was placed in the coach and the doors setured firm1y, and his traps were placed on the top. Mounting the box again with Horseshoe Hal, she. said good-by to Buffalo Bill aud the team moved on once more. Buffalo Bill followed on the trail of the coach, with no desire to be seen again by the woman whom he was watching. He had not iutended to be seen, only the firing had quickly taken him to the rescue. "If she goes back to Red Pocket she means mis chief of some kind, for having failed to rescue her brother by strategy, she will do so by force, I feel sure. "If she was really the ally of her brother it is certain that the outlaw she wounded did' not know it, for no look passed between them that I did not see, and she would not have fired on him had she known him. "I would find it hard to believe that Bonnie Bess is in league with outlaws." Thus lie mused as he rode on after the coach. It was night when he reached the station where Horseshoe Hal's nm ended, and he went at once to the hotel.

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIESo He found Hal there and learned that his passenger Going to the rear o f it, around the cliff, be stood bad taken the outgoing coac11 eastward. gazing at the view fro111 that point until sud" :That settles it," mused the sc0ut. denly he heard blows toward the cabin. "She goes east, and 11ot to Red Pocket, for she has Quickly he his way there and felt sme that given up the idea of rescue as impossible. som e 011e was triving to break in. "Poor girl, I pity her, and only wish she loved Voice s r e aclfed his ear, too, for one said: one in some way worthy of her deep regard. "Yer hain't moved her, Jerry s o l e t me git a Then he said : whack at her, as I fer one don' t intend ter be caught "Well, Hal, what do you think of l\Ii s s Ardell?" .. i11 this neiO'hbo rhood arter dark for this is too near "I think slie is just the d andiest g i rl I ever crossed > flier Gulch t e r suit 1 :1e." ther trail of Bill. :' . A nd 1t d o11't please me a little bit." "But, Bill, ef y e r heel s een Mi s s A rd ell work up tbet leetle racket to a climax, yer'd hev died o' joy "Yer s e e, I give up all for gone, wben she talke d ther same way and invited thet sarpiut ter take ther things. "She open e d thersatchel and out come a gun, and oh, m y "Bill, she's tlier deadest shot I ever s e eu, barrin' you.'' S!J e has nerve of an uncom111011 order, Hal, and she sends a bullet to dead center. But whe re is your prisoner?" "He' s in tlier tavern under guard, t!Je doctor l 1aviu' fix e d up his wounds." 'Are they very bad?" "Ther lectfe bone iu hi s ri ght arm were smashed and ther bull e t graz ed the one in his left, but h e'll b e well enough to hang with t 'others of ther gang for it's l1is neck we wants in prime condition for that occas10n. "But wl1ar is you goin', Bill?" "I thougl1t I would ride o n h ere a nd see if you ueeded a11y aid going back with your man'?'' "No, indee d, for I'll tie him on the box with me; bnt I')l be glad of your company, Bill, if y ou wi ll go along. "'rhauk you, no, for I'll co11tinue o n in m y scout ing along the range t .o-morrow." Staying that night at the tavern, B11ffolo Bill left bright aud early the next morning, laking the trail for Yellow Valley He was well rnountt!d, and it w as not yet sunset when he rode by the lonely cabin of th e miner, Dead shot Dick, a good friend of hi s The c ab i n was clo sed and doubl y locked, and an ;iir of d e s o l a ti o n and des e r tion was n pon a l I. The scout had hitched his horse clown in the valley and walked up to the cabin. "'rake tlier ax a11cl let fly for tbar's money inside, I is d e ad s artin," w a s the reply. Tl1 e scout p l a ced his foot 011 the projecting ends of the log s a11d quickly a s ceuded to the roof, which was nearly flat an d o f boards on top of logs, slanting to ward tbe cliff uuder which the c a bin sto od. He drew a revolver i11 each ha11d, knelt down and peeping o v er, saw two men hard at work to break in the do or, with a log 11e l d b etwee n them as a ram. So far they had made uo impres sion upon either the locks or t h e d o or, :md covering both of them with a rev o lver, Buffalo Bill said, sternly: "Hands up, pards, for I want y ou botl1 !" The voice coming from over their beads, and just afte r their exp re ss e d dre ad of being so near Hang man's G u i ch \\'he11 night cam e on, brought from the lips o f ea ch man a cry of fright. They shrank ba c k, loo k ed up <111d saw their dan"Hands up, I say!" roare d BuffaJo Dill. Quickly they d ro pped the lo g and o be y ed, and in an iHstant the scout h a d !eape d down from the roof and c onfro l!t erl the11i. "Breaking into Deads h o t Dick's h o me, are you? W ell, I am g l a d I ha p pP.necl al o n g at this time, for the miner is a friend o f mine, and I guess y o u are citize n s wb o will n o t be missed if y o u are called su d deu l y a\v a y fr o m Reel P ocket. ' l '11 t a k e your we a p o u s sir,'' aud the sc out slipped the r evol ver and knife fr o m the belt of one of them. "And y o urs, too,'' tlie sec ond one was dis-armed "Hain' t y o u Buffal o Bill?" ' S o l am called.'' "Wa al, I might have kno we i it, for yer is allus around wh e n yer ai11'1: wanted." "I'm a sc out, you know,'' was the s111ili11g answer.

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6 THE BUFf'f\LO BlLL STORIES. "Wa;il, what does yer treat us this way fer?" "When I get you to Red Pocket, it is more than likely you'll find out," was the scout's reply. CHAPTER CXXXIII. A PAIR OF BAD ONES. The men felt that they must get away at all costs, for au enraged border crowd was hard to manage aud would only argue the matter after they were hanged. "I say, Buffalo Bill, this is a darned good joke," said 01le of the prisoners. "What is?" "Your making us prisoners." "Yes, it is funny." "I doesn't see ther joke," growled the other. "You haven't the sense of humor that your companion has, for he sees it," said the scout. "But I means this, Pard Buffalo Bill, we was se11t here by Deadshot Dick ter git some things for him, and as he hed lost his key he told us ter knock in ther door, don't yer see?" "I see where you did the knocking, yes." "Now, jist go with us ter Deadshot Dick and he'll say it's all right." "Where is he?,, "Up tber canyon thar. "We'll show yer." "Look here, Deadshot Dick went East days ago, and you cannot play any bluff game on me." "I tell yer ther truth." "You couldn't tell the truth, either one of you ex cept by accident. "No, I am going to Red Pocket and you go with me. "I caught you breaking into the cabin of an absent miner, and I shall so report to the miners and give you up to them." "They 'II hang us." "That is your misfortune, not my fat1lt." "And we so innercent," whined one. "See here, Buffalo Bill, we don't want ter hand in our chips no more than you does, so if yer plays quits with us, we'll divvy." "What will you divide?" "I've got nigh a thousand in. money here with me, and Jerry h;:ive got about half as much, so you kin hev all if ye'll let us go." "Yes, all of fifteen hundred dollars. n "Well, it is more rponey than I make in a year with chief of scout's pay, but if it were ten times as much, you could not bribe me to do it. "I know you two scamps, whom hanging would be only justice, and as I caught you housebreaking, I'll report your acts. Come, you go with i1,1e. Staud close up behind this man, sir.,, ''Tom, we is goners." sartin, Jerry.,, Haviug placed the at close step, Buffalo Bill buckled ti1eir belts together, and fastened them about their waists. "I'll carry ther w e apons, Buffalo Bill.'' "No, thank you, Jerry, I can do so,,, was the smiling reply. Shouldering the ax and iron bar, the two men had brought with them, and sticki11g their weapons in his belt, until he looked like a walking arsenal, Buffalo Bill made his prisoners march down the hill before him. There he found his horse, and mounting, ordered the men to face toward Red Pocket and march. They did so with low c urses. It was just before sunset as th e y passed Hangman's Gulch, and they glanced up into the dark recesses of the canyon, with many a misgiving that they would soon be more intimately acquainted with the weird and dreaded spot. Just as twilight was falling, the scout heard the supper born of the Fryiug Pan Hotel, and from that moment a stream of hu111anit y be g an to p our out of the mines aud cabins, and flow toward the rendezvous of the miners on every night. They quickly caught sight of Buffalo Bill, whose hands o me face and form were sddom seen in Yellow Valley, and bel1oldi11g his prisoners, they began to call out, in many an odd quest:on, as to what it mea 11 t. "Ho, Tom and Jerry, what's up?" "Hai11't thet Buf'ler Bill?" "What has yer got 'em in Jimbo fer, pard ?,, "H;:is they been robbin' a hen-roost?" "Say, pard, what bas they been up ter?" "Is yer goiu' ter hang 'em?,, ''They'll be no loss." "How did yer git yer foot iuter it, Tom and Jerry?" Such questions flowed too fast for replies, and

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ifHE BUff ALO BILL STORUES. though the scout remained silent, the two prisoners tried to explain, but were constantly cut off by fresh questions. At last a commanding voice said: "Ho, scout, what have those fellows been doing?" The speaker was a storekeeper in the camps, and a man of considerable prominence, being captain of the Vigilantes. He stood in front of the Frying Pan, where be bad gone to get his supper. "I wa. s coming along the valley, near Deadshot Dick's cabin, and went up to take a look at it, whe11 I saw these two men trying to break in the door. "Here is the ax and bar they used. "I climbed upon the roof and had them where I wanted them, so made tl1em prisoners, determined to bring them to Red Pocket and turn them over to the miners, with a statement of the facts." "They have a very bad record, sir, and have got their heads at last into the n o ose Rememb e r, Tom and Jerry, it has not been a week since I warned you that you were getting to the encl of your rope. "Yo u, sir, I a m told, are Buffalo Bill, chief of scouts at the military post?" "I am, sir." "Then turn over yom pris on e rs to me for trial by our miner's i a ws, sir, for I mn Scott Ki:1 g, captain of the Vigilantes and proprietor of tlie Miners' Market, as m y store is called. l am glad t o yon, Buffalo Bill, so dismonnt aud be my guest at the }10tel to-night. Invited as he was by the Vigilante to become his guest at the Fryin g Pan, Buffalo Bill could not decliue, s o he dismu1111ted and led his horse to the stables. H e was show11 to a room, where he freshened up for supper, and follnd every attc11tio11 bestowed upon him by the clerk who111 Bo11nie Bess, the fair landlady of the tavern, had left t o manage lier affairs in her absence, and who se e m e d auxious to treat the scout well. Bonnie. Bess' private quarters were all securely locke::l up in lier abse11ce, but otherwise tlie hotel was i11 foll blast, aud the Vigilante captain and Buffalo Bill sat down to a very tempting supper. The prisouers had b een placed in safe hands, and with their gnard s were eating supper near, so the had an opportunity to s e e how much kindnes s as bes to wed upon the two rnen. "Yoll see, the boys wish to do lhe best they ca11 for them, as they regard them as dying men," ex plained the storekeeper. "Dying m en?" "Well, it amollnts to that, as we shall try the m after supper, and that meaus a verdict of guilty." "What is the use of trying them if the verdict is assured?" asked Buffalo Bill, with a smile. "Well, for effect. Y o u caught the m trying t o brea k into D eadshot Dick's cabin a11d rob it, and you brought here with you the in1pleme11ts they used, while you bear testimony to their guilt." ''True, but why not n111 them out of the camps, under penalty of death if they return?" "That would never do, for of course every fellow that is nm out has hi s purse made up for him b y the s ympathetic miners, and hereafter every man wanting money wo11ld clo some act to be sent away for, whereas, if we t ry these men, find them g11ilty and Jian g them, Red Pocket will rid itself of two uotorious scoundre l s and their end will serve as a wholesome lesson for others.'' "Well, if they are a ll you say they are they deserve hanging, yet I suppose it would have been better for me to have taken them to tJie fort to get justice." "They will get justice here, for we will try them by the law of right. Now let me go and arrange for the trial." "Need I appear in the matter, sir?" "Well, as I am jndge, I'll ask you to take a seat with me on tlie bench.'' "Yon are very kind, sir; but I am only a wit11 ess "Well, you will have to face the prisoners and the crowd, so take a seat with me on the 'bench.'" The "judge" evidently fdt the importance of his p osition, aucl as he left the suppe r room, lighted his pipe and took 11p his positio1] upon the piazzn, where seats had already heeu placed for him and the pris 011ers. The bench was one in reality and Buffalo Bill sat down next to the judge, while the prisoners were p !aced in front of them. The crowd had now increased to several hundred men, yet they were not uoi sy, and their si l e u ce w::is more expressive than their shouting would have beet:. The prisoners were white with fear, for tliey sat where the light of a 11umber of lanterns fell upon them.

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G THE BUff J\LO BILL STORIES. T;iey c:1s t uneasy g lances at the judge, baleful ones at Buffa : o B ill, aucl p :eadiug ones over the crowd, whe r e tl1ey looked in vain for some sympathetic face. The Vigila:i te c;:ptain ca lled the meeting t o order bj rappi11g with his bowie,knife upon the b e nch. 1t was as e ffective, h owever, as a g o l den gavel in wou l d h ;iv e bee: 1 J11sta11tl y the re wa s a deathlike silence. "Gentleme n," began the V igilante captain, now acting as "judge,"after cleari11g his throat: Y ou have h o n ored m e b y m aking m e captain of the Vigi lantes of Yellow Valley and a lso have bestow e d upo n me the more h onored title of Judge of the Criminal Comt of Red Pocket. "There are many of 11s pres e n t who remembe r that Yel l ow V a 1ley was a very dangerous place of abode before the Vigilantes w e r e organized, for lawless n es s and disorder reigned supre111e. "But since they began to hi111t down criminals and this court to s entence them for their crimes, se e the ckrnge. "Wh y there has not bee n a 11111rder in Red Poc k e t for thirty-s i x ho11ts. "A s h ort while since this gentle m an, Buffalo Bill, the m ilitary sc o :t, n o w o c cuyying a sea t upon the bench with m e was amb11sl1ed by a gang o f desperadoe s aud w ou l d have bee n hange d but for the interve11tio11 o f ou r h onored fellow-citize11, Deadshot Dick, u ow absent, in the East, and who killed the ring leader and saved a valuable life. "Two of that gang a r e n o w arraigned b e fore you as p risoners, charged with another off e n se against la w aud order. "This gentl eman, m y fellow-ci ti ze n s, I d esire to i1itrocl uce to yon as a man whose n ame has spread from pol e to pole, from tl: e r ising to the setting s11n, as. y ou will kno w when I teli y ou that he 1s Buffa l o Rill." A w i l d roar like th nnde r answered the words of the j11dg e, and Buffalo Bill aros e aucl bowed to the compliment bestowed upon him. "Now, gentlemen," resumed the judge, "let me t e ll yo11 that o n his wa y to Red Pocket this evening, B uffalo Bill saw a s ight which 1 am going t o ask him to re late to you." Th11s 11r g ed, the scout arose and simply told his story as it is known to the read er. Then the j udge resumed: "Yot1 have heard, gentlemen, and this case is tried according to law and gospel, for as soon as we have heard your deci sion in the matter, and I can guess what it will be, I will pass sentence, after which I will read a chapte r in the Bible and the Ten Com-. rnandmen ts to the priso n e rs, and end by singing the Doxology. "Now, gentl emen, a r e the se men g11ilty or not guilty?" "Guilty!" came with anothe r voice like thunder. CHAPTER CXXXIV. HANGMAN'S GULCH. The two prison ers fairly quaked u nder the angry respon se of guilt to the question of the j11dge, and B11ffalo Bill q11ickl y arose and s i gni,fied his desire to speal,. The judge rapped for silence and said: "We will hear what the great scou t has t o say." "I would sa y gentlemen, as a Government office r, it is my wi s h to have full justice done these men. "It i s trne I caught them robbing a miner's cabin, or attempting to do so; bnt there are crimes far more heinous than tha t and I beg tha t y ou will, in their c ase g i ve them a s light a punishment as possible, for I am sure they will h e e d the warning they have Jiad." The words of the scout fell upon deaf ears, wheu he made an appeal for mercy. He might as well attempt to stay the current o f a river as check that mad element of h umanity, for all e yes turned from him to the who sai d : "Y 011 have heard the appea l of our distinguished fri end for mercy, and we will be merciful. "As thes e men have b een 1111animo11sl y pronounced guilty our m e r cy will be to not long keep the m in the agony o f their approaching doom, and hence I do h ereby sentence them to be taken within the hour to Hangman's Gulch, a n d there to be hanged until all life shall leave them, for the good order of this community must and s h all be preserved." Again there was a roa r, and once m ore rapping for silence the judge said: "Officers, do your duty." 1'he two guards stepped forward, and over the head of e ach prisoner placed a noose. Then the judge opened the Bible and read, jus t why, Buffa l o Bill did not know, the story of Daniel in the Den of Lious.

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{ THE BUFF ALO BILL STORESo This he followed with the Ten Commandments, dwelling particularly upon the eighth: "Thou shalt not steal," and making it more impressive by the question put to the prisoners as to whether they heard it or not, and repeating it to them. Following this three hundred voices sang the doxology and then t)1e judge arose, and locking his arm in Buffalo Bill's, led the to Hangman's Gulch. Buffalo Bill not have dared refuse to go, and well he kuew it, so he submitted in silence. 'l'he guards and their prisoners followed, the twelve men who were to draw the doomed men into mid-air, each grasping the rope of their respective victim. A sl o w and solemn step was kept to Hangman's Gulch, the many la11terns casting flickering shadows as they marched along-. At last the place was reached, already dotted with the graves of many men who had tllll s b ee n tried and executed. Into the dark, loath.some, weird place they filed, and soon approached the gallows where so m11ny others had d ied. The two prisoners were moaning, like men 111 physical pain, for they were cowards a t l1eart. The n they began to plead for mercy. But they might as well have appealed to tlie cliffs about them a s t o the crowd, for while some there were doubtless merciful, they were too g1eatly in the minority to dar e speak wliat they fe lt. The ropes were throw11 over the beam, which was greased, and, at a signal from the judge, the twelve men u po n each line drew their victims np into midair, sileucing their cries for m e rcy. Then back from Hangma11 's Gulch snrged the crowd, langhi11g a11d talkin g as they weut over the affair, and i t was generally agreed tha t Red Pocket' would be the better for the banging. The V igilante capt above reproach. N othing was ki1own of her a11tecedc n ts, and there was not the slightes t suspicion tk1 t she was councct: d in any way w ith the road-agents unde r S i l k Lasso Sam. Shehan gone Eas t upon some bnsiness of her own the storekeeper sain, a11d Deads h o t Dick, the miner, had b ee n h e r escort, aud Scott King hinted tha t he believed there was a stro11g f eeling of frie11dship between the two. This might result in m arriage and the "judge" hoped that it would as the miuer was a splendi d fel low in his opinio11. Ti1e11 learni11g that the driver of the stage coach was in Red Pocket that night B uffalo Bill sought 11im 0\1 t. He found him at the Devil's Den, having just won all the money at poker which his adversary had. He greeted the scout pleasantly,, said tha t he had come in a cou pie of hours before and was glad t o feel that the trail was free of outlaws. "I wish to ask you, Pard Sands, something about B o111Jie B ess, said Buffalo Bill. At once Sands was all attention." "Waal, pard, what kin I tell yer?" "You took her in your coach when she went East?" "Sure." "And the miner?" ''Dea cl shot Dick?'' "Yes." "He went along, too." "'Where did you leave them?" "Waal, she left me at the Trail Junction." "Alld the miner?'' ''He went on East on the regula r coach.'' ''Aud Bonnie Bess?" "She took the uppe r branch trail via Omaha." "East?" "Yes And this answer caused Buffa lo Bill to ponder deeply. The U1an11er in which Buffalo Bill meditated was thus: "Now Bonnie B.ess surely started East. "Why the11, did sire leave JJeadshot Dick at the Overia nd jnnctiu11 a nd take the upper trail? "\Vliy did she turn back unless she had received some word from the fort, where her brother was a: pris on er?''

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f O THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. Texas Jack, he recalled, had gone off on a special which had not been reported to him. He would In quire if Texas Jack had been to Red Pocket. So he asked Sands if he had sf.en Texas Jack, his :;cout pard. "Oh, yes." ''Where?'' 'He came to Red Pocket, and then followed on after the coach." "Why?" "He had a letter for Bonnie Bess." "From whom?" "I don't know." "He had overtaken the coach?" "Yes." "Did he deliver the letter? "He did, pard." "And received an answer?" "Not a written one, pard." ''A verbal one?'' "Yes." "Do you know what it "I heard her say, 'Tell him simply that I will.' 11 ''Ah! and then?'' "Texas Jack went hack on the trail, and I drove on with my passengers, Deadshot Dick leaving me by one trail at the junction and Bonnie Bess going by the upper trail, as I said." "And you did not hear of her passing back over the trail?" "See here, Buffalo Bill, you is chief of scouts at the p':ls t I knows well, and you has a right ter ask all q11estio11s of me; but I wants ter say if it's ter get Bonnie Bess inter trouble, I'll be a dumb man, sartiu, and don't you fergit it." ''Pard Sands, that little woman has no better friend than I am, and I would protect, rather than do one act to cause her trouble; but I am on a secret trail, which I wish to see the end of, and yo u can help me by answering my questions, and perhaps save much trouble for I believe there is a plot on hand to rescue Silk Lasso Sam and his men by force, and yon surely do not wish to se e those devils again turned loose upon the trails rno re rcvengefo 1 than ever?" "I does not, and I thanks you for being square with me, Buffalo Bill." ''The fact is, I did uot hear of B onnie Bess goiug west ag'in, but I happen to know thet she did go, and that's all I can tell you. "Well, I'll ask no more, Sands, to-night, at least. Good-night," and Buffalo Bill remained in :the Devil's Den while the driver left it with his winnings in his pocket, and quite satisfied with having won two months' pay within an hour, never into consideration that he had lost far more in the past few weeks. 1 The scout was the center of all e y es as he leisurely strolled about the gambling saloon, going from table to table, risking a few dollars at faro, and winning, then being equally as lucky at dice throwing, when he received a challenge from a miner to play him a game of cards. "Oh, yes, I'll play if you wish, though I had not intended to when I came in," said the scout. "Waal, I plays for big stakes and don't you forgit it," was the answer of the challenger. Buffalo Bill took his .I measure in a steady look at him. He thought that his face was familiar, but he was not sme for he could not recall where he had seen him before. He was a man even larger than the scout, for he was more brawny, weighing over 200 pounds and as hard as iron. His face w a s bearded, his hair worn long, and he carried no knife in his belt, but, instead, four revolvers, two in front and one 011 each hip, so that no matter where he dropped his hand it must fall upon the butt of a "'gun." He wore no superfluous clothing, either, his miner's shirt, corduroy pants, top boots, aud slouch hat pulled down over his eyes, making up his wardrobe. The carrying of four revolvers had gained him the name of "Guns," and that he knew how to use them, too, several graves upon Suuset Hill gave testimony. He was peacefully inclined when not drinking, but when under the influence of liquor his best friends avoided him reli giously, and those who saw him challenge Buffalo Bill to play cards felt that the scout had made a mistake in accepting, for they discovered that Guns was drinking, and that meant a row they were certain. In answer to the remark of the man that he played for big stakes, Buffalo Bill asked in his quiet way: do you call big stakes, pard ______

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THE BUffJ\LO BILL STORIES. 11 "What does I call big stakes?" "Yes, that is the question I asked." "\Vaal, I call without a limit big money." "Are you able to stand a game without a limit?" "Is I? Ask my pards if I can't call ye at a thousand an
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THE BUFF J\LO BILL STORlt:S. starillg into liis o..vi'1, Guns poured his glass full to the brim and dashed it d I'm thinking." ''Perhaps.'' "Come, don't git skeered, for I hain't goin' ter shoot, only I had to kill a feller over thar, just 11ow1 and I is loadin' my gun ag'in" "You are very "Yer see, he iusnlted me." "I can hardly believe that possible." There were a nnrnber who heard this reply who its sarcasm. Guus felt that there was a meaning in it he could not fa thorn, so he did not try, and said : "Yes, he ptlt water in my whisky." "Did he not know you?" ''Yas, only he tried to play a tJnclerhand on me. "We has bee n mighty good friends, Grillles and me, for lie has twice saved my life, and he meant well toward me, I is sart'in, fearin' I sh'u'd git too much, so lie ptlt water in my whisky, and I'd kill my b.rotli e r for a insult like that." "I can believe yon; btJt nrny he not have been only wounded?'' "Yer don't know me, pard, for I never wastes powder and lead, bnt shoots to kill. "I is sorry my poor pard, Grimes, committe d stJicide, for he should have know'd me well. But he's oqt o' misery now, and I'll pay all ther expenses of ther and give him a beantiful send-off on ther trail ter glory, an' put up a stone over him with a inscription as a warnin' to them who puts water in whisky, which I drinks ter git all o' the leetle devil out of it I kin. Does yer.tumble?" "Oh, yes; but do you still wish to play with me?" "Does I?" ''Yes.'' "Why pard, I is in fer a game o' anything with you.'' "Then let us begin." The wo .rds were so quietly uttered, the look of the scout was so calm, that it checked the devil gaining the ascendency of the man for a minute, for he saw that they meant: ''Whatever your game with me, begin when. yon please.'' But he did not interpret it into that way of meaning, so said : "All right1 pard1 I is ready."

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lfHE BUFF ALO BILL STORHES. 13 The cards were shuffled, cut for the deal, and Buffalo Bill won. Then the cards were thoronghly shuffled and the game was begun. All who watched the two men, and they were all who could crowd about them, saw that the scout was as cool as an icicle, showing uot the slightest dread of wliat any one who was near felt sure must end in a deadly combat between the two players. Buffalo Bill serenely smoked his cigar, his face re maining impassive, and yet those who watched him closely saw that his eyes were rather upon his adversary than his cards. The game was played more carefully by Guns than those who saw him believed possible, for he was cautious in all he did and leered maliciously at Buffalo Bill when he gained a point. At last lie seemed to brighten up and said: "A hundred on my hand, Buffalo Bill." "Mine is worth twice that sum." "I'll add that more to mine. "So will I," was the q11iet respons e. "I calls yer," said tlie miner, without showing his 'hand, and the scout p o cke-ted the money. That Guns felt his loss was evident to all for his face grew darker and an uglier look came into his ey es "\iVell, how much is your hand, Mister Guns?" asked the scout when the clima. of the second game came around. "It's worth a hundred," and Guus appeared con-fident then. "No more?" "Vv'ell, what is your hand "Just five hundred dollars, 110 more no less The miner started. Could it be possible that the scont held a better hand than he did this time? No, it could not be. The lightning would not strike twice in the same spot. "I jist says sliow up to ther tune of five hu11dred." Buffalo Bill pnt up the money he had just wo11, adding more to it, and said: "There, match that with five hnndred." The miner drew out a greasy buckskin bag and took 011t a roll of bills. He counted out very slowly fiv e hundred dollars, and it could be seen that very little remained in the bag. "Tha r she goes, aud yer 11eed111t squint at ther bag, fer thar is m o re w har thet come from. .. 'ow I'm thinkin' your money is mine, so show yer haud." "Four aces," said the s.cout, without a c])ange of muscle. "Four aces!" roared the miner. "Four aces ag'in' my four kings! How comes ?" "You dealt, pard, and were more generous to me than to yonrself," and Bnffa lo Bill very quietly p11t the money in his pocket, while he said: "I'll play you another game to give you a cliance to win back your money, or lose more, if you wish it." "There's but one more game I'll play with you, Buffalo Bill, and tlrnt's with these," and the miner quickly level e d his revolvers. CHAPTER cxxxvr. BUFFALO RILL AT BAY-A CRITICAL SI'l'UA'fION. The miner's words and act at once cleared a lane behind Buffalo Bill and himself between the crowds that had gathered around. But the act did not appear to disturb the scout. If caught off his guard by the sudden drawing of his revolvers by Guns, Buffalo Bill remained as cool as before, and said: "Then you are willing to play a square game with me with revolvers, are you?" "I is going t e r play a game with you, yes, but there's others in it, besides, for I has something to say to you, Buffalo Bill." "Talk fast, then, old man, for life's short, you know." "Oh, it'll be short enough to you, when I tells what.I knows ag'in yo11." "\,Vhat clo you know?" "I knows that you was the r cause o' havin' two innocent men strung up in Ha11g111an 's Gulch this night; I only wish I'd been at th er hangin' for they wouldn't hev been t her men thet got cl1oked." "I am listening." "But me and my pard, Dnnn, got in t o o late ter save them poor murdered men, and when I heerd what had been done, says I, thetas Buffalo Bill has got ter dieter-night, I'll just be his heir by winni11,; l1is mo11ey first. "So I axes yer ter play me." "And I did." "Yas, for sure." "And I became your heir, as you put it."

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14 THE BUFF 1\LO BILL STORIES. "So far." "\t\/ell, wl1at else?" '\ lie::ip, for I wants ter let ther folks know thet Dunn and me were up ) n t lie r range and se e n yon breakin' i11ter t11er cabin o' D e ad shot Dick." Tlierc went a murmur throug h the crowd at this, while Bnffaio Bill said, indifferently: "Is that all? Why, I feel rel i eved, for I was afraid you were g oiug to acc us e me o f cheating y ou." "Oh, no, yer play ed square enough, for I was a-watchin' yer; bnt we se e n yer breaking inter Dead shot's cabin, and Tom and Jerry caught yer at it. "But yon w a s too s o on for them, got them unde r ther 111 uzzle of y e r gu 11 and trotte d the m off as house breakers, when y ou w as tlie t h ief "Why did y o u not at once come to their rescue?" asked Buffalo B ill, whe n the u p ro a r which thes e words created h a d in a m eas11re s u b s ided. "vVe was up in Eagle Mountain, and it took us a long time ter git down ter ther valley and up to Red Pocket. "Then we found thet the r folks hed b elieved y on, Buffalo Bill, ag'in' them men, and it w e re too late. "So we talked it over and thar is just a large-s i z ed community here to-night as says you l i as got ter hang, too.'' "Why not make it by unanimous consent, Mister Guns, for it would sound better when reported at" the fort to Colonel Wood?" The crowd gave vent to a murmur of admiration at the scout's pluck. He did not appear to be in the least degree dis turbed by the danger he most certainl y was in. "Oh, I knows yer is game, and I has just seen that yer kin bluff, but thet don't go now." "W liat does?" "Ropes is trumps." ''You iutend to hang me, then?'' "We does i'vVithout judge or jury?" "vVe have set 011 your case and it is ag'in yer." "When am I to be hanged?" A fore daylight." "Isn't that crowding matters a little?" N o m o re crowdin' than ag'in' ther two poor boys was hang e d ter-nigbt." "And you saw me break into Deadshot Dick's cabin?" 111 did." "And the other witness?" "Was Dunn." ''I do not believe anybody here who lias common sense will believe any such charge against me," said the scout while, with his elbows resting upon the table at which he sat, Guns held. his revolver in both of his hands, covering the heart of the scout. "Yer don't believe it?" "No, I don't." "Pards, does I tell the trn th?" In his e:xciternent, the m iner turned his liead, and in that instant his revolver was struck upward and knocked from his hand by Buffalo Bill, who now held him c overe d with his w eapo n. "A.turn a bou t i s fair play, Guns." Some laughed at this, but Guns swore roundly yet d a re d not move, for he saw he was caught, the left hand of the scout lying upon his own weapon where it had fallen upon the table, the right holding his revolver within a foot of h i s eyes. But the word s of the miner h a d been answered by a savag e chorus of v o ices, crying: "You is right, Pard Guns, for Buffalo Bill is the guilt y man." Still, t h e pluck of the scout did not desert h im, and he never changed expres sion at the outburst. Taking co11rag e at the cries o f his comrades, though under cover of the scout's revolver, the miner said: "See here, Buffalo Bill, you has half a hundred guns on you, but we don't intend ter shoot yer, but hang yer, as you got p oor Tom and Jerry strung so up with yer hands, mighty quick, sa)' s I." "Yes, up with your hands, Buffalo Bill!" shoute d the crowd, savagely, while scores of revolvers covered the scout as he still sat at the table, facing the ring leader, whom he yet held his revolver upon, the muzzle within a foot of his eyes. It certainly did look bad for Buffalo Bill, and for two reasons. First, the charge of Guns, backed by Dnnn, a reputable miner, seemed to be believed by a great many of those present. Secoud, the crowd that backed Guns was not only numerous but composed of the very worst element in tlie mines This shut off many who felt that the accusation was utterly fals e from lending any aid. Guns was certainly in danger of instaut death at

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t"HE BUFF /\LO Bill STORIES. 11.5 the hands of the scout, but the latter was equally in danger of sudden death from the backers of his accuser. Thu:; the situation rested until Buffalo Bill broke the silence with: "See here, Guns, I recall that ugly face of yours, now that I get a better look at it, and I remember you as one of Powder Pete's gang who am bushed me some time ago, under pretense that I was Lasso Sam. "You wished to get rid of me then because I make this country too hot for just such men as you. "Now, what are you going to do about it, Mister Guns, for if I am facing death, you are just as close as I am to it, so begin business when you please, and you'll' find that I'll never hang, and, dying, will take a companion along, so as not to get too lonesome on the trail across the Dark River." The splendid pluck of Buffalo Bill, at bay against a. crowd, delighted many present. But those who surrounded him were his foes, and the better element lrnng back, feeling that a terrible scene must follow the first shot fired. Guns felt the situation keenly. The clanger had sobered him, and his desire was to be able to see Buffalo Bill hanged by the crowd, and it began to look as though he would not be there to witness it. This he did not want, and he felt how certain death was to him if his comrades pushed the scout to extremes. Such was the situation, and the snspense to all was fearful, and especially to Guns and the scout, though the scout was, as a miner expressed it to a pard: "Beautifully serene." What the resnlt would have been was assured, for the crowd was becoming restless, and there were those who did not love Guns, and so would push matters to a climax to get him killed that they might then hang the scout. But just as it seemed that another i11stant must come a crash, a loud, stern voice rang out with: "What does this mean, holding a Government officer under yonr guns? Room, there, men!" and huriiug men right and left by his giant strength as though they were children, the Surgeon Scout strode to the side of Buffalo Bill, who still sat at the table, covering the with bis revolver. A perfect yell of joy bnrst from many in the crowd who thus gave ve11t to their pent-up feeliugs as they saw the splendid form of Frank Powell, the Surgeon Scout, in uniform, stride into the midst of the scene. "Ah, doc, just in time to keep me from killing this gent, and being the target myself for half a hundred bullets," said Buffalo Bill, still unmoved by his rescue. "It seems that I am just in time, Bill, and if I mistake not, there are men in this crowd who will dangle at a rope's end for this work, if they harm a hair of your head. "What does it mean'?" The ugly element in the crowd was still para mount. It had only received a temporary check by the coming of the Surgeon Scout. The greatest number of the miners present were now, however, decidedly on the side of law and order, but the devil in the nature of the others was destined to lead them on to trouble. They did not care whether Guns died or not a t the hands of Buffalo Bill. They hated Bill because he was the foe of th e bad element in tile mines. They hated the army because it put down lawless ness. Here was a chance to wipe out the chief of scouts and Surgeon Powell, both of whom they stood in the greatest awe of. 'l'liey, this ugly element, were sixty to two, a11d' they had nothing to Jose. The army would sweep down upon the Yellow Valley, of course, but who could be found who would be punished? Thus th e men who had backed Guns argued, and with a desire for a row, a wish to sacrifice Buffalo Bill and the Surgeon Scout, and having had enough whisky to make them reckless of consequences, they began to crowd closely upon the center of attractiou, where Cody sa t still covering Guns, and with tLe Surgeon Scout by his side, a revolver in each hand It was a most critical moment, for the officer and the scout saw that the authority of the latter was going to be defied. "Men, don't mind what brass buttons says, for a l1e's ch ipped inter the game he goes with Buffa l u Bill. "Don't shoot, for that means innocent men hurted, but c _:?ter them two game cocks alive

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I THE BUFF ALO BILL STORI ES. "Does I s ay right?" and the burly ruffian who had con stitute d him s elf leader gazed at the crowd with a look that demand e d recognition. CHAPTER CXXXVII. BONNIE BESS 'l'O THE RESCUE-THE TABLES TURNED. "I am sorry you came, Fra11k, for it only brings you into a tight place," s aid Buff a lo Bill in a low tone to the Surgeon Scout, a11d he at once drew a second relvolver from his belt to have it ready, though he did not take his eyes off of the miner whom he covered. "I don't mind it, Bill, and I'm always ready to die, if need be, for a comrade "If they make a rush, kill that man, then stand back to back with me and let us make a record be fore we go under," was Powell's response. "I'm with you uutil sun s et, Frank," replied Cody, and he added, addre ssing the miner: "You started this circus, Mis ter Guns, but you won't see the end of it. "Cuss you, I'll call 'em off if you'll call it quits," returned Guus, eagerly, now thoroughly terrified when he saw another leader in the field who meant to precipitate matters independeut of him. "Pard, you talk in yonr sleep, for you could no more call off that pack of hounds than you could tell the truth. "No, you set the tune and the song must be sung through." In the meantime the Surgeon Scout was watching the wildly-swaying crowd, which was gradually drawing closer about them, and he was just abouf to open fire when there suddenly rang out a clear voice above the noisy hum: iHold What does this mean, I should like to know?" Instantly there was silence; intense, in that it fol lowed such an uproar. Then hats were doffed, the crowd swayed apart, and toward the table, where Buffalo Bill still hdd the miner under cover of his revolver, a nd the Surgeon Scout stood at bay b y his side, glided Bonnie Bess. She w a s dres s ed in a blue dress, trimmed with sil ver braid, wore a slouch hat with a heavy sable plume, a11cl carried a revolver in each hand. Behind her came Sa n d s the driver of the Over land, and then Scott King, the captain of the Vigilantes. But Bonn i e B e s s n eithe r aid nor a s ked it. Her simple pre s ence commanded respect. They had deemed her far a way in the East, and like an appariti on, she had g li ded i11to the d o o r she always entere d by, l eading to her own quart ers, and her white face now s tern and threateaing show e d that s h e was in no huu1o r to be trifled w ith "Ali, Surg eon Powell, it is you, and yon al s o, Buffalo Bill, whom thes e rou g hs hold at b a y ? "And wh a t for?" "I wa s sc o utln g Bonnie Be ss, and c ame upon two men, Tom and Jerry t h e y c all e d the m, breaking into Deadshot Dick's cabin. "I m a d e th e m pri soner s brought th e m here and the Vi g ilantes hanged th e m. "To-night this man, whom I h a ve covered, ac cused me of breaking into the cabin, and he was not lon g in ge tti n g w illing hands to han g me, and but for the coming of Surgeon Powell it would have all been over ere this.'' "And I onl y ch e cked the trouble for a f e w minutes, Bonnie B ess, as the men turned upon me, also. "I took Buffalo Bill s trail and followed him here, for somehow I feared he might need aid. "You have saved us both by your timely coming, unless the gentle men wish to push their quarrel to a conclusion.'' But "the gentlemen" did not seem to be so in clined, or, if they did, the words of Bonnie Bess checked them, for she said, sternly: "No, there will be no trouble here, for the man who raises a weapon against you I will kill. ''As for you, Guns, if you ever enter my hotel or this saloon again I will see that you do not do so a second time. "Grimes, do yon hear what I say about this man?" A silence most fearful followed, and as no answer came Bonnie Be s s called again : ''Grimes!'' '' lf you are calling your man you left in charge here, Bonnie Be ss, h e is dead,'' said Buffalo Bill, as r.o one else seemed to care to speak. "Grimes dead!" she repe a ted, with a start. "Yes." "When did he die?" "To-night." "Ha! he was killed." "As k one of your men here to tell you about it, Bonnie Bess."

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18 THE BUFF A.LO BILL STORIES. it was after one o)clock, and receiving them cordially, said: "I wi s h to have a talk 'with yo11, gentlemen, and you will joi11 me at please.,, They readily consented, the Chinamau waiting upon the table, a11d Bonnie Bess showing herself to be a most charming h o stes s The supper being over, and the Chinaman having departed, Bonnie Bess handed her guests a couple of fine c iga r s and said: "I eujoy the fragrance of tobacco smoke, for to me a good cigar is fragrant, so plea se light them." They did a s told, and th e11 Donnie Bess threw herself in lo an easy-cbair in a tired way aud said.: ' I am really fatignd, for I have had a long ride since leaving t11e fort. "I knew that yo11 were on my Lrnil, Buffalo Bill, and I a111 glad that yon were, a s you came up in time to serve both Horseshoe Hal and myse lf as well." "You are fully a b le t o protect yonrself, Bonnie Bes s," said the scout. "And others, too," rem a rke:i Surgeon Po>vell. "Well, a s I wi s hed to throw you off the scen t, I went on eastward by stage; but only for a couple of stations, where I secured a hor:;e and guide, going across country to head off Sands on hi s way here. "I cau ght his coach and made him promis e not to tell of my arrival, so he drove, as there were no other passe n ge rs, at once to the stables, and I got out there and ran to my rooms here. "It was S ands who heard o f the row in the Den, and lie came for me, j11s t as I intended going into the s aloon as a surprise. "Now, I haYe a favor to ask of both of you." "Granted before asked," said Surgeon Powell. "So say I," .responded Buffalo Bill. CHAPTER CXXXVIII. BONNIE BESS' SECRET. "Yon are very kind, to offer to grant me a favor without knowing what it is. "Suppose I a s k you something that yon cannot con scie ntiously do?" said 13onnie Bess, with a smile. "That i s impossible, for you would not ask anything of us which we cannot conscientiously do," was the response of the surgeon. "It is not too m nch to ask, I feel." "It would have to be much indeed for us t o refuse you, Bounie Bess, for both of us owe you our lives, and you may be sure, if not profuse in thanks, we appreciate all that we are under obligations to you for," and Surgeon Powell's manner was sincere. "Do not speak of what I did, for one does not deserve either thanks or gratitude for doing one's duty. "No, I only wished to ask you both not to betray n1e '' "Not betray you?" "Ye s, for no one knows here, except you two gentlemen, that I am the sister of the condemned outlaw, Silk Lasso Sam. Not a soul do I wish to know it. '' "And no one shall thro11gh me." "Nor through w o rd of mine," added Buffalo Bill. "I b elieve that Captain Carr suspected me, and yet when I met him face to face at the fort he did n o t by auy act show that he did. "He simply lo oked as though h e recalled Bonnie Bess in Miss Ardell, and, if so, I wish that you would ask !Jim rilso to keep my secret." "I will." "And he will do it." "I do not care to have any one here know that I am the sister of the outlaw, for it would bring me a suspicion with many which I would not care for. "Now I can d o good, aud I have a certain power over the wildest spirits here, which you had an op. portunity to see yourse lves to-night." "We did, indeed," said Buffalo Bill. "And it was in our behalf." "You have inde ed wonderful power over the wild savages that congregate here in Red Pocket," the surgeou remarked. "As the sister of the outlaw chief no matter how innocent I might be, you can well understand how I would lose my power. "A wicked man might influence them, yet not a wicked woman. "It is only by holding myself pure in all things that I retain my influence, and I wis h to be so respected unto the end.'' "Yon are a very remarkable woman, Bonnie Bess, aud one whom both of us hold in the higl1est respect. "Let me tell y on, if it is a pleasure for yon to know it, that you are most highly respected a nd admired by all at the fort, especially the warm friend you made in Colon e l Wood.

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THE BUFF J\LO BILL STORIES. 19 "Did they know you as Bonnie Bess they would not change their opinions regarding you. "But I can well understand tha t this community knowing you to be the sister of Silk Lasso Sm, the road-agent chief, would at once suspect you of being secretly his ally in wrong-doing, so yotlr secret shall be kept." "I tha11k you mos t sincerely, Surgeon Powell." "And permit me to say, Bonnie Bess, that I switch off of your trail at once. I followed, for I believed that yol1 in lended to rescue your brother," said Buffalo Bill. "I believed that you went to the fort to accomplish it by strategy, and finding yourself thwarted gave it up. Then, I frankly confess, my idea was that you in tended to accomplish by force what you had failed to do by strategy, that i s, sectlre a number of men here wl10 would follow your lead and th us rescue your brother." "No, I would not accomplish his resce, save his life, even, b y the taking of another life. "What I could not accomplish by strategy I would not do by force. '' ''I can believe that of you now, since what you have done and said to-night." "Let me tell you, Buffalo Bill, what I could have done to-night," said B01rnie Bess, eagerly. ''Yes.'' "I could have seized both you aud Surgeon Powell, seut you into hiding where your best scouts could not have found you, and there have.held you as hostages to be given in exchange for my brother, or put to death if he was executed.'' "Yol1 are right, for you surely could have done that." "Without doubt," said Powell. "But I would 11ot do so, and I would not wish to be known as connected with the outlaw in any way, and I thank you both for your promise not to betray me. It is late now, so I will say good-night.'' "Good-night." They bowed themselves o n t, both impressed with the thought that they had stood in tlie presence of a very snperior woman and one as pure as a pearl, in spite of her surroundings and the calling she followed, as mistress of the Frying Pan Hotel and the evil's Den gambling saloon. "Frank, I would not place a straw in the way of liat girl to do her harm," said Buffalo Bill, as the wo friends reached their room. "I would protect h e r from harm with my life, Bill," was the rejoinder of the surgeon. "Do you know she takes the coming execution of her brother, loving him as she cloes, very coolly?" "Yes, Bill, and it sets me to thinking." "And me." "You have an idea?" "Yes." "What is it?" "That she may accomplish by strategy, after all, the rescue of Silk Lasso Sam." "It may be, for she is a very clever woman, and one dangerous to balk when she sets her mind upon carryi11g out a plot." "She is, indeed." One of the rules of Bonuie Bess, and one which was religiously respected, was that the Devil's Den should uever open on Sundays, and the miners seem ed really glad of this respite from the noisy bustle of the place, and the ga111bli11g and drinking which were sure to come. The more that Snrgeon Powell and Buffalo Bill s a w of the strange woman, who seemed tv hold the destinies of Red Pocket in her little hand, the more they were pleased wit!i her, and mystified. They knew that there was an unreadable page of her history to which she aloue held the key. She talked like one who had seen much of the world, young as she was. Her re ad in g had been varied and instructive, and she seemed glad of a chance tu discuss something else than hotel fare, gambli11g and mining. When the o fficer and scout bade her good-night and good-by, for they said they were to leave at an early hour the next morning, she asked, with a sniile : "And is this to swing around the circle, Buffalo B ill, and still play the detective upon me?" "No, indeed, it is not," answered the scout, flushing at the insinuation. "I am glad of it, for w e must be friends, you know.'' "'vVe certainly shall be, if I am to have my way," said the scout, warmly. ''And we are also to be friends, Dr. Powell, for, candidly, I will not do aught to cause either of you any trouble, and if I fight you, should anything turn up to cause me to do so, it shall be by strategy not force.''

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20 THE BUFF J\LO BILL STORIES. "Then we may as well ackuowledge ourselves beaten whe11 we are to measure streugtli in strategy with a woma11," saiq Surgeon Powe ll. "For s hame, to defeat before the combat. It is not like you, Dr. Po\\' ell." '' l am deali11g with a wo111Cjn now, Bonnie Bess, not a 1nan. '' "\iV e11, do llot you B uffalo Bi11, track me, for it will do no good, a ssure you. I know that you to thwart me in se t ting lll Y brotl1er free, and from )'Ollr standpoint you are r ight. "But all that I could do i11 the matter I have done. '' "And failed?" said B11ffnlo Bill, with a smile. '' l leave that for yon t o decide, ge11tlemen I3ut good-11ight. '' She grnsped the ha11d of each in her frank way, and they left her. When weut to pa y their score the clerk told the m th a t th e re was 110 charg e agr.i11st them, as they were tlie g uests of the fair mistres s of the Frying Pau. co1ild but accept the courtesy, and the clerk snid that an early breakfas t had beeu ordered for them. Auel so the 11ext morni11g they turned their backs upo11 Red Pocket, and t ook the trail for the post. Their way J ed by the H a ngma11' s Gulch, and they turned in there to have a look at the numerous graves of the victims who :1ad snffer e d there, dying at the end of a rope. The tvv o freshly-made graves of '1'0111 and Jerry were there, and as lie lo o ked at them Buffalo Bill said: "Twice have I come very 11ear being placed here, Frank." "You have indeed, Bill." "Once, Deadshot Dick saved me from Powder Pete and his gang, and you saved me the next time by yonr timely arrival, for those fellows intended hang ing 111e." "And Bonnie Bess saved us both, Bill," was the answer. As they ueared the fort t hey came in sight of the stage trail, and upon reaching it heard the rumbling of the coach behind them. A few minutes after the coach came in sight, and by the side of Horseshoe Hal sat a stra11ger upon the box. r CHAPTER CXXXIX. AN OFFICER OF 'I'HE SHCRE'l' SERVICE. "Ho, Surgeon Powell, how is yer, and you, too, Bill?" cried Horsesl1oe Hal, as the coach drew up to the two pards just as they came within sight of the fort. "All right, thank you, Hal. Have you seen any road-agents this trip,?" asked the scout. "You bet I hain 't on the run back, doctor, but I has a pilgrim inside who held me up when I was going east, as I guess Buffalo Bill told you." "Yes, he told me what a dead shot your lady pas senger proved to be." "Deaq shot? Now, I should remark; but she is, ther deades t of ther dead shots, an
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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 21 "I would like to see the commandant, sir, Colonel Wood.'' "I will conduct y ou to him if yo u wish,,, said the urgeon, who, with the scout, was going to headquarters to report their return. Colonel Wood was seated upon the piazza of his headquarters smoking au after-dinner cigar, and was lone when the party arrived, for the two other passengers bad come alo11g also, Heury Ray remarki11g tha t they were friends of his. "Ah, P-0well, glad to see yon back again, and yo u, too, Cody, for after getting word that you had gone off on the trail of a dream I began to fear that, after all, the redskins might have gotten hold of Buffalo Bill.'' "No, sir, the redskins did n o t catch him, for we have not see n a11 Indian; but, strange to say, colonel, m y dream was not all a dream, after all, for I found him in a very tight place. "But I'll explain later, as this gentleman, whom Horseshoe Hal introduced as l\1r Ray, for he and his comrades came in on the coach, desires to see you, sir. The colonel turned at. ouce to the strangers, and said, addressing the leader of the three: "How can I serve you, Mr. Ray?" "I desire, sir, to present my card and this letter, given me by General S--, ,, said Ray, and he l:anded over a card and letter. The letter bore the official stamp of the military headquarters at Chicago, and was as follows: "Sir: A qnestion having arisen between the civil an :1 military authorities, regarding the right for yon o hold and try the prisoner 11ow in your keeping, nown as Silk Lasso Sam, the outlaw chief, and now rnder sentence of death, I have c o n sulted the Attar' ey-General through the Secretary o f \!Var, and the result is that yon are hereby ordered to turn over to [)eteclive Henry Ray the said prisouer. '' \Vhen H orseshoe Hal's coach went East the next Clay it carried as passengers Henry Ray, aud the outaw chief, Silk Lasso Sam, the brother of Bonnie 1 ess. CHAPTER CXL. THE SECRET REVEALED. Horsesho e Hal, always an important personage in he eyes of many, was particularly so 011 the morning f his departure for the East with no les s a person as passenger than Silk Lasso Sam. He had t old over au
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.22 THE BUFFJ\LO BILL STORIES. Hardly had the coach disappeared when Buffalo Bill walked up to h ead qu arters. The colonel, with a relieved upon his face, sat llp o n the piazza talking with Captain Carr. "Ah, Cody, any news?" asked the colonel. "Not any,. si r, bnt I came to ask leave to go on a trail for a few days." "Any definite point in vi ew, Cody?" "We ll, no, colonel, only I thought I would like to follow Horseshoe Hal's coach.'' "You h ave some motive for asking this Cody?" "Yes sir." "Out with it." "The coach carried a very v aluable freight, sir, 111 the person of Silk Lasso Sam." "Yes, and you think that lie may escape?" ','Well, sir, it h as b ee n rnmored about tha t lie was to go by this coach, and it may be that an attempt at rescue might be made." "Impossible!" "Why impossible sir?" "He is well guarded by three determined men." "Still, sir, Silk Lasso Sam h as many friends, and those who sought to curry favor with him might attempt a r esc u e "There is something in this." "'rhere is much in it, I should say, colonel, and if yon wish, I will take some troo pers and e scor t the coach past the danger Ii ue," Captain Carr said. "It would be a hard rid e for the troops to overtake the coach now, Captain Carr, a11d Cody is ready, I see, for the trail, so he can go." "I will start at once, s ir," was the scout's reply, and he saluted and walked rapidly back to his quarters. Anticipating that the colonel would grant his r e quest for hi m to follow the c o ach B u ffalo Bill had already prepared for hi s going, :rnd h is hors e awai t ed him, the very best animal that lie had, and he w a s never known to ha ve an inferior one. Ten minutes after his r equest wa s granted, t lie scout w a s riding out of the stockade, and o uc e out of sight of the fort, went 011 a t a very rapid pace for t!1e coach had al l of ten miles the start of him. Buffalo Bill's long life upon t!Je bord e r liad made him watchful, cautious, nervy and cunuing. He had all tlie attributes to m ake a g r eat b orcler rna n, and he could bring in t o play iiis e.ver y talent energy w!Jen it was n eeded He had a s11spicion t lia t constantly grew upon him that there might be a rescue of the prisoner at t empte d. Did not B01111ie Bess know something, he won dered, of this intended requisrtiou. Might slie not meet the detectives on the way with tbeir prisoner, and with u11limited money at lier com mand gain by strategy and bribery what she could 11ot do by force? So argued the scout, and t11at was wl1y he wished to go on the trail of t he co a ch. He rode at a lively rate until out of sight of the fort. Then he dismounted, gave his horse a drink of water at a stream, tiglitened his saddle girths, and lookiug a t his watch, said: ".lust two hours sin c e he l e ft. "That m eaus, as lie drives, a ll of twelve miles from this point. "I should ovtrtake him about Deep Brook or a little beyond, ou l y I do uot wish to get close enoug h to be s ee u by them." Mounti n g then, h e put hi s horse into a swinging canter and h eld him to it for mile s whe n he reached the country where the hills g r ew s te e p and long. Two hours afte r leaving t he fort lie baited for a short rest and said: ''Tlie co a ch is ab out s i x miles ahead now, I t::ike it, if Hal is on s cbeclule time." Aga iu he resume d his way, and for another long time held on until he d e scend e d i11to Dee p Brook Jus t as h e lwlte d his h ors e for w a t e r, confideut that t11e co:ich could uot be v e ry far from !Jim then, his eyes fell upo n t h e trail There was solll e t l1i11g i11 it which caught his eye. It wa s a revolver. H e s p m re d tow ari:l it, dismon1Jted and cried: "It's H a l' s r evolver." He lo o kec.l
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THE BUFF f\LO BILL STORIES. 23 in a brpad space of the trail, drove back to meet the scont with all speed. He s oon drew rein1 and the scout dashed up and leaped from his horse. "Ho, Hal, what is the maUer?'' called out Buffalo Bill. "Matter. enough, Bill, for the detectives and the prisoner is gone." "Gone where?". "Don't know." "Why don't yo{1 know?" angrily sai d the s cout. In answer, Horseshoe Hal turned the back of his head and said : ''See here, Bill." "It's a wound." "It's something. "My poor fellow, wl1at has happened?" "Durned if I know, for I'm kinder dazed-like." "Tell me what you can." "I will." "You were held up?" "I don't know," and the driver passe d his hand across his head and said: "It pains me, Bill." "Come, Hal, get down from your box, for there i s a bro ok, and let me dress that wound, for I l1ave a needle and and ca11 stitch it up for you, for it is an ugly-looking gash. 'l'hen tell m e all you can remember.'' The obeyed without a word, allowing the scout to take the sitches. in the wound without flinch ing and fixed his handkerchief ov e r it, wet with arnica, which Buffalo Bill always had with him. "It feels better now, Bill, thankee." "Oh, you'll come round all right soon," and the scout said no more, for he did not w is h to hurry the driver and perhaps fret him in the condition in which he then was. After a few minutes of silence Hal said: "I think it was a rock, Bill." "What was?" "That struck me." "Ah! and it was at Deep Brook?" c 'Yes, the horses were drinkin' thar, when suddenly came a blow that knocked me clear off the box, for I was down on the ground just out of the stream when I came round. team was standing near me just waitiu' like humans for me ter co:ne round, a:1u when I tried t., git up, I found I was uncommon diz zy "But I did git up at bst, and then I see tltet ail was gone, and I scrambled up to my box as best I could, and come 011. "I don't know 110 more about it then you do es Bill, ouly the law officers and the pr:soner was goue when I come rouud to m) sens es, aud I got 011 the box and drove on.'' cwell, you ca11 make it all r igh t now, Hal, as I shall take this trail," and leaping upo11 hi .. ; hors e Buffalo Bill begau to se8rc h around and soon struck the trail of five h o r ses. He followed i t at a sw ift gallop, aml jus t a s night came on he caught sight of a ca rnpfire ahead. Dis111onnt i11g, he crept near t o th e fire and sa w a group of persons. One was Miss Ardell, known in t h e lllin'ng camps of Red Pucket as B01111i e Bess A 1wth e r was the fr eed pr;souer, th e u u worthy brother, for who1n sl!e had risked so 111uch, and the others were Detecti\ e and li!s 111c11. What was b eing said Buffalo Bill clistinctly heard, and Bonnie Bess was speaki ng. c'Now I mus t return to Red Pocket, Sam, and as you are 11ow a free man, and I have well supplied you w ith fonds, I beg yon to keep your word to me, and, going far fro111 here, to lead a different life. I ha ve plotted as I did to save you, and I am very sorry that Horseshoe Hal was struck a severe blow with a revolver, for he may have been badly hurt. "I did not intend that there should be any blood shed whe n I sent Deadshot Dick to get these official papers and employed you, Ray, and yonr man to act as detective officers. "I have paid you your price, Ray, and I advise you to get out of this country with all haste, for I shall soon settle up my bnsiuess at-Red Pocket and go to join the man I love, Deadshot Dick, and whom I am to marry. "Brother, good-by-we shall never meet again." She stepped to the side of her brother as she spoke, and just th e n Henry Ray held a revolver upon them and cried: "Men, let us get all the gold while we are ;,i.bout it. ,, His revolver was fired as he uttered the words, and Silk Lasso Sam dropped dead in his tracks.

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24 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORR ES. It was the traitor's last act, for out of the darkness flashed Buffalo Bill's revolver, and just in time to save the life of Bo11uie Bes:;, and down went Henry Ray. His comrades fired at random and sprang to cover, but oue f e ll, shot by the girl, who had regained her presence of mind, while Buffalo Bill brought down the other. 'l'heu the scout appeared upon the sceue. "Three to11gn e s are silenced Buffalo Bill, I owe you my life, and though my poor brother is dead, he did 11ot die on the gallows.'' "Bonnie Bess, I alone know yo n r plot to save your brother, aud the secret I will only tell after yon have gone far from here, for I h eard all that you said a while since. "Yon met yam brother with tl1ose horses at Deep Brook and saved him from the gallows. "Fortuuately, Horsesl1oe Hal is not badly hurt; but I wish you to go back to Red Pocket, settle up your affciirs there, and go from this country, and may you and Dick Ilean be happy, is my wish. "The money yon gave these 111e11 and ) our brothe r is houestly yours, so take it anti I will ride to the neares t stage station, have Horseshoe Ha 1 come by here on his return run, and carry these bodies to the fort for burial. "Hal will tell his story, and it will be known that tlie rescuers of yonr brother were melllbers of his band, and I will report rny finding of them, and tlie fight that ended tl1e game, wliile yo11 need not be knowu in the affair.'' "Buffalo Bill, I will do as you say, and lake your advice, aud believe me, as loug as I live I will be y our friend. "I ca me h e re to Red Pocket to redeem my poor brother from his evil life, and I failed. "Bury him decently, and God bless you." She knelt by the body of Lasso Sam, kissed tl1e face of the wicked oue she h a d devoterlly loved, sprang into her saddle, and held forth her hand wheu Buffa io Bill said: "Here is your money I took from the bodies for )'OU." "Thank you, I had forgotten it. bless you," and she rode rapidly away in the darkness, Buffalo Bill soon after following on his way to the stage station. The next morning on his back run, Horseshoe Hal got the court's message, left with tlie stage station stock111an, and drove by the lone camp wl1ere Buffalo Bill waited as guard for the dead. The bodies were put iuto the coach, which arrived without adventure at the fort, and Hal reported the attack :1pon him by the preteuded detectives. Then, to Colonel \/Voocl aud Surgeon Powell alone, Buffalo Bill made his report as it truthfully was. ''Let her go in peace,'' said the colonel, ''as no one was killed save the 011tlaw chief and h i s rescuers, the oues who deserved death." 1\Iouths after, Buffalo Bill received a letter from England which said simply: "\Ve are liviug here aud are happy. God bless you. "DICK and BESS." And after the sudden departure of Bonnie Bess, Red Pocket became the worst place on the frontier, while to-day it remaius but a memory in the eventful l ife of B; 1 ffalo Dill. TO BE CONTlKUED. EDITORIAL. Our readers have noticed that from No. 20 we h:i.ve used the same general title for this series, whkh will be confo:ued for about thirteen issues, when a new titie will be used for anoth-:1 series of "Bt1f f.i lo Bill" stories equally absorbing; and this pha will be continued indefinitely. We bdkve our n1ders wiil welcome this change as an improvemen-,, since we can thus avoid any du;:>lica1es in titles or the use of any title bearing a srmllarity to others. Of co1;rse each issue will be numbered differently in rotation, as 1-ieretofo:e, aad also bear upon its cover a diffrrent picture i!lustratingsome import.int incidmt in the story whkh clearly distinguishes one issue from anothe1. The stories are really issued in the same mannet as heretofore, except that one title is used for a number of them.

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PRIZE ANECDOTE DEPARTIVIEf\JT. _,ys, look on pa.ge 32 and su the announcement of the new contest. We propose to make this contest the most successful and far-reaching ever conducted. It rests with you t o do it, but we, know that you can, because the first contest along the same lines h as been a tremendous success We still have hosts of articles sent in i n connection with t h e contest just closed, and we will try to publish all the best ones before you send in your new stori es. Here are some of those received this week. Out J\11 Night on a Ledge. (By William Murray, Trinid. ad, Col.) One day, about two summers ago I was out hunting, and I climbed a very steep ledge o f rock. 011 the way down I stepped on a large rock, wl1ich was di splaced, and I fell, spra ining m y ankle severely. When I started to get up I found tha t I conld uot walk, let alone get down. I soon found out that I would haYe to stay up there all night, unless aid came soon, for the sun was very low, and 11ight would soon be on. I made myself as comfortable as possible, and sa t there thinking. I soon fell asle'ep, and when I awoke the stars were shining brightly, a11d the moon woulJ s oon be up. While I sat there cold, and sbiveriug, I happened t o look down below me, and to my horror, I saw two shin incr eyes looking at me. My gun lay sorne distauce from but I wanted to find out what it was that was watching me so close. I lit a match, but it did uot shed enough light. A slldcleu thought came to me, and I t ook the l ead out of two or more s h ells a11d empti ed the powder out, and then t oucbed a m atch to it, when it had flared up I made tlle animal out to b e a w il c !cat I dragged myself over to my gun, and just looked around in time, for the wildcat was cree p ing upon rnc. I threw a shell into the chamber. and took a hasty aim at the cat's eye, and fired. When I look ed agaiu the wildcat was gone. Well, to make my story short, I stayed up there all ni g ht, alld in the morning hailed a vood cutter, and by h is h e lp got c\<.,;1m. I must ha\'e ouly wounded the wildcat for we saw blood ou the rocks, bnt no cat. f\ Fearful Accident. (By Ira J Pattersou, Fetterman, Pa.) One Saturday afternoon I l oaded an old shotgnn, and with a dog started quail hL111ti11g in a wood s more than half a mile fron1 borne. I spied a qnail 011 the fence, and fetcl1ed it. The explosion of the gun unexpectedly started a flock of quail. At the sight of so many birds I got exci t ed and started in pursuit of them, and at the sam e time started hurriedly to reload the gull, so that I "'ould have two more shots at them. I was rammillg the powder home when I st11mbled and in some unaccountable manner I discharged the other barre\ o \ the gun. The tl.Jumb and all the fingers of my right hand except the index finger were blown off at the first aud second joints, and the shot was scattered all over my fac e and powder filled my eyes. I was rendered uncon s cious. Some time later I was brought back to my senses by my dog pinching \'arious parts of my body with his t eeth, and I awoke to find my face bathed in blood frolll a score of shot wounds. And this, with the blood nowing from my injured hand made me so w e ak thr
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26 THE BU ff J\LO BILL STORIES. s hore, but tlie curreut being swift, I could not make much he::id\Ya1. It took all my strength to get out of it, and at last I conld hardly stay on top of the water. I s:rnk. When I came to the top again I screamed with all my might for Jielp, but got 110 answer, a11d the11 l bega11 again t o sink. I thougl.Jt I was lo st. As I was sinking I spied a dark object floating down stream near me. I reached for it and grasped it. It was a long pine tree that hacl been picked up by the flood of the river. This tree was probably what shattered our canoe to pieces. \\'ith thi,; I m anaged to get ashore safely, and wlren day li gl1t ca111 e I was many miles from home and 0:1 t h e opposite side of the stream, so I waudered up the sliore till I saw my uncle's cabi n opposite. I called across, bnt receiving 110 answer, I sat down on the shore, for l \YaS tired and weary of my hard struggle and long walk. Noon passed and no oue appeared on the other s!Jore. Night drew uear and the sun was sinking: I conic! hear far back in the forest the bowliug of wolves, when suddenly a canoe appeared glid ing aloug the other shore near rny uncle' s cabin. I Gdled and an answer came, asking who it was. I e just awful, the honse rocked like a boat and the ladies aud children became so b ad ly frightene d it \Yas all the man of the and I could d o to quiet them and keep them from rushing out doors. I was standing llear the center of the room talking to the young lady, holding lier by each arm, when the cyclone strnck tlie hous e with a resounding whack, a ntj for a few moments I kne\\ 1J9thing. The last I remen1b e r h earing was a n a 'wful tearing, breaking and r ending of the timbers of the building. Wilen I regained cousciousuess, we, young lady and

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES,. 27 I, were ly ing about thirty or forty yards from the house --or rather, from where it was-we were lying ou our sides and I still held her by the arms, just as we stood in the center of the room. We both came to at about the same time, and neither was hurt save a few bruises. But the strange thing about it was "\Ve must have been blown throllgh \\lhere the chimney stood. Neither the man nor his wife was hmt. But one o f the children, a lovely 1 ittle girl, was fouucl some days after in the top of a live oak tree several miles from her home. Of course, the poor little thing n as dead. My horse was picked up and carrie d several hundred yards and jammed two trees growing so close together that his body could no!, touch the ground. When follnd he "\Vas just alive, but he \\"aS so badly injured and suffering so terribly I had him shot to get him out of his misery. Not a particle of t be ho11se was left on the spot where it stood, but it was scattered all o v er the viciuity for miles. An Accident on a ferris Wheel. (By Douglas Hynes, Butte City, Montana.) It was during the sm11mer of 1 894 that a c orporation was formed iu Butte, Montana, which erected a large Ferris Wheel. The wheel \Yas perhaps two huudred feet high and was run by electricity. Determined to ride on this, I told a neighbor's boy to go in the house and see if he could get any money. He took five dollars from his mother's purse, and we set off for the wheel, deter rniued not to come home until our mouey was gone. As the wheel was condemned by the bllildi11g inspector, nobody but childre n rode in it, so I got in one of the boxes, and had ridden perhaps half an hour when the dynamo that ran it beca111e d etached from the wires. There I was about two hundred feet in the air on top of a Ferris \Vb eel. I climbed ollt of the box and began climbing down the frame. After I got about half-way down the wheel started to go arouud and I uearly fell off. 1 screamed, and the watchman stopped the wheel and let me off. I was afraid to go home on account of the stolen five dollars, a11d remained away from borne for about a week, when 1uy father canght m e and taught me that discretion is the better part of valor. A few days afterward my mother found out that we had taken the five dollars, and she took me in a roon1, audit was ther e that I learned that the way of the transgressor is hard. Struck by the Empire State Express. (By Owen F. Cook, New York City.) One day last summer when I was visiting Peekskill, a town on the Hudson River, I bad a very narrow escape, which nearly cost me.my l ife. I had been there about tliree weeks visiting my cousins. On the night before my adventure happened, my sister said to me: "Now, Owen, you bad better come home with me to night." I said "no." 'l'hat was on a Friday night. ; She weut home that nightand I s tayed up. In the night I went down to my cousin's store, and sat down by the fire. After a while my cousin's helper came iu aud asked me if I could take a ride down to the dock to bring some E oda water to the Chrystenah, a boat. ru11ning between New York and Peekskill. I got on the wagon. To get to this dock, we bad to cross the New York Central and Hudso11 River Railroad. When we came to the railroad the gates were down. After the train pass ed the gates were raised and we were told to go on. When we r eached the last track I happened to look al onnd and there was a traiu coming at a fierc e rnte. My hair stood on ends. 1rhe train struck the back part of the wagon aud I was knocked s ense less. I just had euoug h sense lo see my cousin's helper being dragge d along by the horse. W hen I came to I around at the wreck of the wagon and my cousin was gazing into my face. They took me up to the house, and I found I had a compound fracture of the leg between the ankle and the knee; thos e were all the injuries I received: They flagged the train at a station further up the road, and tbe next morniJJg I found out it was the Empire State express that strnck me, going at a rate of sixty miles au hour. It is otherwise known as the '' 9 99. ,, By November 15, 1900, I was home in the city. Now I rnce, ride a wheel, play football and jun1p and I never feel tbe iujnry to my leg at all. How it Feels to Be Drowning-. (By Frank C. Kelly, Wheeling, \\T. Va.) The story I am about to tell happened during August, 1900. There is a stream emptying into the Ohio River at this place called \Vheeli11g Creek. This creek is full of deep holes, in which many people have lost their lives. The boy s of this town go to various places during !Jot weather to swim or try to. Now, I had never learne d to swi111 until this summer, when I had gotten confid ence euough to try. W ell, I tried and learned to swim about ten feet, or euough to b too confident. One hot Monday I went out the creek with a friend nai11ed John Dunn. John and I have been to the creek many times together, and he can swim like a fish. Well, I had a good swim in shallow wa.ter by myself while he went a half rnile b elow me to a place called Berries' hole, the worst place in the creek. B ecoming tired of my solitude, I went below, and undressing, went in just above the place. I bad a habit of wadi11g ollt to where the water came to my shoulders, then I wonld swim toward shore. This I repeated s everal times, until, becoming tired I concluded to have one more and quit. This time I weut ont until the water came to my chin. I turned toward shore, but just then my feet slipped off the stone I was standing ou, and I went dowiJ i11 about seven feet of water. I tried to swim out, but. somehow my feet would not come to the surface. After I had gone down the third time I began to be alarmed, and when I came each time I tried to call for help, but only got a barrel of water iu my mouth, more or less.

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) 28 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. There \ms a large crowd there, and I knew if I could holloa once I would be all right, but I couldn't. After I hacl gone down the third time I began to feel good and ceased to struggle. I have read many times that drowning persons live their lives over in a few seconds, bnt I had 110 thought of anythi11g but my motlier, and I wo11derecl if it would kill her, otherwise I wouldn't have cared. As l was going down the sixth time my friend Joh11 called out, "Save that boy, he can' t swim," and he co\"e after me, as did two men. This would have been rny last trip to the surface, as I was unconscious. The 11ext thing I knew I was lying on the bank feeling very sick at' rny stomach. As it turne d out afterward, the crowd hac f been watching me all the time thiuking I vva s fooling. Attacked by Tramps. (By William Roth, New York City ) While I was visiting 111y cou s in last vacation in Pater son N. Y., so m ething t errible o ccurred. One day my cousi11 and I went fishing. We took our p o l e s and started along the railroad trac k When w e were about a mile and a half from the villa g e tw o tramps sudde nly sprang out from their hidingpla c e a11CI told tis to stand still. We were so scare d tl1at we k n e w 11ot what to do, for we had 110 w eapon except our pol e s. Whi l e one tramp had a re\ol ver and the other had a club. The one ,,ith the club cam e walking toward u s with some rope in his hands. Quick as a flash, I threw 111y p o le at him, which cang!it hi111 b e twe e n his legs. He trippe d and f e ll alo11g the side of the track. Quickly I turned arot111J and ra11 as fast a s 1uy l egs could c arry me, aud my co11si11 ran a longside of me. As we turned arol1ud a curve I t ook a gl a nc e lo see if any of them were pursuing 11s. Sure e11ough, I saw the tramp with the revolver pursuing us. \Vhen he could not gain on us he fired his revolver, and the bullet whizzed p ast my face and hit a log not t e n feet from me. The n I took anothe r glance a11d rnw that no body was pursuing us, so we slackene d our speed and walked home. I had a Yery narrow es cape of b eing shcit and told m y cousin that I 1Yould 11ot go fishing in that direction an y more. A Midnight Thief. ( By Walter Kelley, Hopkins, Minn.) One s11111111er afternoon as I ,,as going home from school with my friend Arthur h e told me his mother was going to sit up with a sick girl, and asked me to sleep with him, for h e would be alone as his father, who was a traveling man, was not at home. Arthur was a large boy of sixteen, wliile I at that time was thirteen. After asking my parents. who consented, I wen t with Arthur to his home, nhich-was a sbort distance from the village of Hopkins. We spent the e1eni11g in playing games and popping corn, and told stories. Arthur liked to scare 111e by telling ghcst sto ries. We sat up till it was uearly teu o'clock, and \Vhen Arthur wotmd the clock we retired. Tl1e st:rn:ner before Arthur bad been working for bis u11cle, who lived two miles from Hopkins and bad earned forty-five dollars. Arthur kept this money in one of the drawers of bis washstand. He expected to work the next vacation and earn enough money to buy a pony and a rifle. We went to bed and fell asl eep. I was awakened by a creaking of a window below. I awakened Arthur, aud he said he had locked all the doors, but not the windows. Soon we heard light foo t steps in the room belo w. He tbeu heard the person coming softly upstairs, carrying a dark lantern. He crept into our bedroom on his hands and knees. We lay very still and watched, and I was very much frightened. He then began to open one of the drawers in the stand where Arthur bad his money, a11d opened the drawer where the money was. Arthur took from under his pillow a revolver and said: ''Get out of there or I 'll shoot you foll of holes.'' The man turned bis bead and saw Arthur sitting on the bed with the revolver ready to shoot. He got up without taking the la11tern ran down the stairs and out of the house. \Vhe11 Artbm saw the lantern he said he bad seen Jim White with a lantern very much like that once whe' n he was out fishing. \Ve did not sleep auy 111ore that night, and in the morning they b eard that Jim White had left home the 1iight before a11cl ha::! 11ot been seen since. A Perilous J\dventure. ( By S. D. Harold Pope, Victoria, B. C. ) O ne night last year I asked two boys to come fishing nith m e the next day, and they s a id they would. Early in the morni11g "e started alon g the railway track, and continued aloug it for two miles, when we turned up a road leading to the mountains After walking for an hour . we came to a small stream, where we started to fish. The stream s e eined alive with fish and in a few mi11-ute s we each had a stri1;g uf fi11e fish. Just then, some thing happened. Jack Scratton was trying to land a l arge trout, when his foot slipped and he went ''splash" into the water H e wa s soon ashore and after we had made a fire he managed to dry his clothe s We were b eginning to feel hu11gry so we opened our lunch baskets. After we had fi11ished our luuch we started out to Pike Lake, which vvas about two miles further on. While we were walking along the road, we saw the footmarks of some animal and I suggested that we follow them up, which we did. We were passing under a large tree, which bad low thick bra11ches when I saw something hurtli11g througla the air toward me. I !Jad o nly time to tlirow myself for ward wlieu it struck m e full on my head. knocking me sense l ess. \ Vheu I came to, I saw a man and my two co111pa11ions bending ov e r m e. I tried to r is e but the pain was t oo great, for there was a g ?.sh on the ba c k of my head where a panthe r had struck m e My companions told me that tbe panther was shot by the man. He had heard the shouts of m y com pan ions and bad hurried tip t o them. I have often thanked him for saving my life.

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BOYHOODS OF FAMOUS This d epa r t m e n t contains each week the st o r y o f t he early c ateer of s ome celebrated American. Watch for these stories and read themt boys. They are of the most fasdnatinl! interest. Those already published are: N o f-Buffalo B ill; No. 2-Kit No. 3-Texas Jack; No. 4-C ol. Daniel B oone; Nos. 5 and 6-David Crockett; N o. 7-General Sam Housto n ; Nos. 8 and 9-Lewis Wetzel; Nos. rn and f 1-Capt. John Smith. No. 12.--Wild Billo (JAMES B. HIKOK.) THE CELEBRATED BORDER DEAD SHOT. James Entler Hikok was his full name, and yet he was known iu Borderland as "Wild Bill." Born in a cabin in Illinois, 011 the banks of Vermil lion Creek, in 1837, Wild Bill became one of the most noted characters in frontier life, and won a name that will live in the history of tl1e Wild West as well as in sketch, poem and novel. In his earlier years, when just old eno11gh to carry a rifle, as a boy be won fame as a daring rider, a dead shot, bold swimmer and a nature quiet in clanger aud who knew 110 fear. He had a passion for firearms and the skill that was his he had reduced to a science long before he was of age. His father, a pioneer settler, was too busy with tbe work on his house to answer the pleadings of Jim, for be was so called then, for a rifle pony aud pistol, which the boy considered the means of education for a bord e r youth, and so the young fellow determine d to get his weapons and horse in his own way. The State had offered a premium for the scalps of wolves. then very troublesome, and Jim Hikok made a trap and pen in which to catch the animals. He built a pen within a pen, and set his bait, the lat ter being his pet pig, which, however, the boy did not intend should become wolf food, for he was protected, but was a means to an end. Piggy was the decoy, and when the trap was set the boy \Vent off to await the result. Piggy set up Sllch a yell at being l ef t alone, that Jim's heart melted, and he was tempted to use the family cat as bait, aud returning for the pig he found that the trap had b ee n sprung and the pig was wild with fear over the game his squeals had caught. Tluee wolves were in the pen, and Jim had arranged his method of slaying them, having fastened a well sharpened bowie knife upon the encl of a l ong pole. The wolves were speared to death, and piggy, being safe, the boy decided that it was his squeal that was needed to entice the wolves, and the cat escaped a fright, if 110 mor e The boy was merciful, and would not leave the pig in the t rap at night, but by day he was kept as a decoy, aud when he saw a wolf 11osi1Jg rot:ilCl he se t up a squeal, other wolv e s hastened to the spot. and within a few days Jin 1 had many scalps. Whether the pig got on to the boy's racket and en joy ed it, Ji111 thought tha t he did, and was happy, for l1is cash for scalps wns increasing rapidly, and he at last told his father of his pl::i11 to catch wolves. Mr. Hikok '\ms much pleased at the boy's clever '\York, aJJd it w as not long before Jim got money enough from his scalps to buy his pony, rifle, revolver and a bowi e knife, an
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30 THE J\LO BILL STORIES. ate fight, jns t as the:; tavern k eeper a n d the men appeared, havi n g witnessed the battl e Tbe bab y w a s scrat c h e d a n d scared badly, but not muc h hur t and the landl o r d c ried as he told Jim tha t he had been i n the wrong i n q11arre ling with b i m a n d asked to b e fo r g i v e n ''It's a ll righ t fo r I d o n t min d i t if you don' t," said Jim, a n d h e b a d to stand for a g ood h ugging a n d kissing from t h e 1i;otlie r of the b a b y w'11 0 ca ll e d h i m a grea t hero a n d na111ed hirn the Hoy Bear Kill er." Soon after Jim, m onnted u pon hi s fin e pony, Beatit y and well a rmed aud equ i p pe d fo r long trails, begau to scout abont the c o u ntry i n search o f ::id\'eutur e. The s e trip s built n p the b oy's health. made him self r elian t and l a i d the follu !a t i oll fo r his latter cleverness a s a frontiersman W hen i n h i s fift e enth year J irn I-Iikok took a p osition on the towpa t h o f the Illinois n nd :.\1 c h i gau c a n a l and he b ecame ver y popular with all, thong h a l w a y s \e r y quiet and with the dignit y o f old But lie found canal b o a ting too ta111 e fo r one of hi s nat11re, s o purci:asing a c"Jrnplete o n t C t, be se t o u t fo r the then \ :ild lands of the :Viis s ouri an. But \.veapons w ere all t h e sam e to Jim Hikok, a u d the youth m a d e onl y "bull's-eye" s h ots. J i m H i k o k thus won the thre e prir.es w lii c h s o aug ered the m a n who h a d first addre ssed h im, that h e sai d : ' Yer w o n b oy, but I ll t a n y e r g o o d fer b ei n s o im p uden t alld he s t arted t o car r y ont his threat. "If you striJ;;:e me I s h a l l k i ll you," said J i m "I' ll jus t s lit y e r ear s, same as they m a rks p igs, and the m a n k nown as a desperado, drew bis k11ife and sprang a t the y outh t o drop dead a bulle t betw een t h e eye s Boy, wha t i s y o u r n a m e ? aske d Colone l Lan e. 'I'm not particul a r w h a t you call m e, sir, s o you allow m e tojoin your c ornma11d." ''You shall do so." ''\Ve has got t e r hev a S h anghai Bill, colonel,, so give him ther n a m e ,',. crie d a mau. And so it was Jim Hikok was lost in "Shangha i Bill, a n a m e t h a t clung to him until it gave way to t h a t of Wild Bill. During his service w i t h the Red Legs "Bill," a s h e w a s c a ll e d m a d e a name for himself b y his daring dee d s H e was seldom talkative, but polite, g e nerou s and a good fri e n d w h i l e a lways a cha m pion o f the w eake r p a r t y. On o n e o f his s c outs into Missouri he stopped at a farn1ho11s t' a n enem y as h e w a s too ill t o g o on. T h e y gave h i m s h elte r and fo r weeks he lay ill, and ill his del irium t o l d w h o he was, the v ery m a n t h e M i s so11r i ans w ishe d t o capt n r e But the farmer ba
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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 31 "Yes." "Why are you playing ghost?" "To scare those who hung my hllsband; but you were not scared." "I am no fool; but you can go, for I nevermake war on a woman; only do not play ghost any more." "I thank you, and I won't," and on his return trip the half-crazed and desolate woman stopped Bill's coach and started for her home in the East, keeping her prom jse to not again play the ghost to avenge her olltlaw busbanim from the regular trail out upon the prairie, and went at full speed. When they were well started he raised his rifle and brought down two; bllt it was a race for life with a kill-ing pace for his horses. With his reins under his fe e t a revolver rn each hand, and bis horses flying along, Bill fou ght for the lives of his passengers and his own, and ran the gantlet until help came in the shape of a number of horse m en who put the Indians to flight. Bill had been twice wounded, several of his horses had been hit, three of the passengers killed and the coach looked like a pin cushion from the arrows sticking in it. This escape with a coach in a rnnni11g fight greatly added to Bill's fame. Giving up stage driving, Bill took to pony express riding, and as a rider he had many narrow escapes from outlaws and redskins. A band of Indians having run off a quantity df stock, Bill or
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NEW PRIZE CONTEST. Who Has Had the Most Exciting Adventure? Handsome Given Away for the Best Anecdotes. : HERE IS THE FLAN! Boys, you have all had some narrow escapes, some danger ous adventures in your lives! Perhaps it was the capsi!;iu g of a boat, or the scaling of a cliff, or a close shave in a burning building, or something else equally thrilling! Write It Up Just As It Happened! We offer a handsome prize for the most exciting and bestwritten anecdote sent us by any reader of BUFFALO BILL WEEKLY. The incident, of course, must 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 tha n 500 words. Send in your anecdotes a t once boys. We are going to pub lish all of the bes t ones during the p rogres s of the contest. Remember: Whether your contribution wins a prize or not, it stands a good chance of being published, together with your name. HERE ARE THE PRIZES! The Two Boys who send us the best anecdotes will each receive a first-class Spalding Standard Athletic Sweate1" made of the finest Australian lambs' wool, exceedingly soft. Full fashioned to body and arms, and without seams of any kind. Colors: White, navy blue, black_ and maroon. The Two Boys who send us the next best anecdotes will each receiv e a pair of Raymond's All-Clamp Ball-Bearing Roller Skates. Bearings of the finest tempered s teel, with 128 steel balls. For speed no skate bas ever apprnachecl it. The Five Boys who s end us the n ext b est anecdotes will ench receive a pair of Winslow's Speed Extension Ice Skates, with extension foot plates. These skates have detachable welded steel racing runners, also an extra set of runners for fancy skating. The Ten Boys who send us the next best anecdotes will eac h receive a Spalding 12i n c h I .. ong Distance" .i\Iegapho n e Made of fireboard, capable of carryin g the sound of u human v o ic e one mile, and in so m e i nstances, two m i les. More fu n t h a n a barre l of monkeys. 'l'o become a contestant fo r these prizes, cut out the Ane c d ote Contes t Coupon, printe d h e r ew ith, fill it out properly, and send i t to BuFFA r o B r L L WEEKL Y1 care of Street & 8mi th, William S t., New York City, t ogetl1e r with your anecdote. anecdote wiil be c o n si d e r e d that does not have this c o upon accompany i n g it. COUPO N "Buffalo Bil! Weekly" Anecdote Contest. Prize Contest No. 2. Date ... ............................. 1 901 Name .. ...... .......................................... City or T own ......................................... State . . .................................. Title of Anecdote ...................................... THI S CONTEST CLOSES FEBRUARY 1. HOW To WRITE A SHELDON'S 20rn CENTURY LETTER /RITER The best guide to correct modern letter writing published! PRICE, 10 CENTS. In this volume, every phrase of letter writing is treated, and innumerable samples of correctly-writ ten letters are given, showing how a young man may address a banker or a teacher, a friend or a stranger, a bridegroom or a widower, etc., etc. A FEW OP THE MANY SUBJECTS: Grammar-Paragraphs-Titles-Construction of a Letter -Postcripts StampsSo cial Letters -Family Letters-A Father's Letter to an Erring Son-A Brother's Warning to a Sister-The Sister's Reply -Letters of Intr1 duction-Letters of CondolenceLettersof Congratulation-Love L etters-Wedding Announcements-Ceremony and ReceptionForm Suitable for Invitatio n s-Marria g e Announc e Valentines-General ances and Regrets-Notes of Ceremony and Compliment-Business Letters-Application in Answer to Advertisement-Miscellaneous Letters, etc. etc. For sale by all newsdealers. If ordered by mail, add four cents for postage. STREBT & SMITH, 238 William St., N. Y. City. ...... A Book That Young Men May Read With Prof it. OR, How to be Beautiful PRICE, 10 CENTS. R ead t h e list of s ome of tlte subjeds treated: Typo of Beauty-Health Essential to lleauty-Exercise-FoodBrain and Ner.-2 Foods-He...t Producing Foods-Ventilation-S!PrpC lothing-uencral Hmfa on D1ess F'abrics and colors-Hints AboutJewelr)-The Skni. Standard necipea-For Sunbarn aud [l'rerkk:.;-For Blotches and Pimples-Moth Patches and )foles-Face Powder s and RougesLip :>aive and Rouge. h 'f D The Eyes-The Nose-Th e Lip s -The Breath-The Teet o volop Throat nnd B11c;t. C I The Hah-r:or Dandruff-Poma
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JESSE JAMES STORIES W E were the first pub-lishers in the world to print the famous stories of the James Boys, written by that remarkable man, W. B. Lawson, whose name is a watch word with our boys. We have had many 'Jesse James. and in 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 New Library entitled" The Jesse James Stories,'' one of our big five-cent weeklies and a sure winner with the boys. A number of issues have already appeared, and these which follow will be equally good; in fact, the best of their kind in the world. STREET & SMITH, Publishers, New York. BUFFALO BILL STORIES The o nl y publica t ion authorize d b y the Hon. Wm. F Cody ( Buffalo Bill) Buffalo Bill. W E were the publishers of the first story ever written of the famous and world-renowned B uffalo Bill, the great hero whose life has been one succession of excitmg and thrilling inci-dents combined with great successes and accomplishments, all of which will be told in a series of grand stories which we are now placing before the American Boys. The popularity they have already obtained shows what the boys want, and is very gratifying to the publishers. STREET & SMITH, Publishers, N e w York. NICK CARTER STORIES THE best known detec tive in the world is Nirk Carter. Stories by this noted sleuth are is sued regularly 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 dnimatic form. The first play of the series will be brought out next fall. STREET & SMITH, Publishers, NEW YORK. DIAMOND DICK STORIES Diamo n d Dick. THE celebrated Diamond Dick stories ca n only be found in "Diamond Dick, J r., the Boys' Best W eekly." D iamond 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 stories are conceded to be the best stories of the West, and are all copyrighted by us. The weekly is the same size and price as this publication, with handsome illuminated cover. Price, five cents. STREET & SMITH, Publishers, New York.


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