Buffalo Bill's victories. Chapters 141-149

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A VJ EEPtlY PUBLICATlO N C>eVOTED To BORDER HI 5TORY issued Weekly. By Subscription $z.50 per year. Entered as Second Class Matter at New York Post Office by SrREET & SMITH, 238 William St., N. Y. No. 32. Price, Five Cents. IT ONE OF THOSE RUNNING SHOTS OF WHICH RUFFALO BILL IS A PERFECT-.J STER.-(CHAPTE.11 CXLI.) -'-_, '\ ..

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A WEEKLY PUBLICATION TO 60RDE-R Hl5TORY IsS1Ud Weekly. .By S"bs cription $2,so per year. Entered as Second Class Matter at the N. Y Prut Ojfi", by STREET & SMITH, ;13S Till ia111 St., N. Y. E11tere d a ccordi1JK to A ct o f Congress in flu year l(;tJr, in the Office of the Librarian of C<1ngress, WashinKf o n D G: No. 32. NEW YORK, December 21, 1901. Price Five Cents. BUff ALO BILL'S VICTO IES. By the author of "BUFF ALO BILL." CHAPTER CXLI. BUFFALO BILI, "CHIPS IN" ON TIME. "Overland City" sounded big, but it was great in name only, for in reality it was a den of thieves, as far as the majority of its people went, and could only boast of being the toughest place on the great Overland Trail, as was shown by the fact that its graveyard had as many occupants as had the town itself, and those who had gone to their long sleep in the v illage of the dead, had, with very rare e x ceptions, "died with their boots on." It wa s a pl a ce on the O verland Stage Trail where the trails cros sed, and the "ci ty" con sisted of a few dozen shanties scattered about a large structure known as the Overland Inn. Seen from the trail comin g over the mounta. ins, w hen he got within view of the place Buff a lo Bill likened it to a hen and chickens There were mines not far away, a few settlers scattered about the valle y, and it was important from :i. stage point of view and one which' never forgot during a lifetime. The tavern was a board and. log structure, with a, very large barroom, small bedrooms, and no comfort anywhere, while the meals obtained in the Over l a nd Inn were something to remember. Perhaps five hundred souls dwelt in Overland City, and the main business of the place was staging, drinking and gambling. There were sheds for the stage horses and others for the stages, while here and there gathered scores of men and youths connect e d with the Overland line Those important personages-the stage driversh a d their homes t h e re, a nd t hen there were wagons and t eams to t ran s fer settlers from Overland City an y point off the line w here they wis hed to go. The Pony Express also h a d O v erl and City for its station, and a dozen of the small sinewy riders could be s e en there at any time. A numbe r o f saloo ns t h re e stor es a wagon and 1

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THE BU ff /\LO BILL STORIES. blacksmith shop, and half-a-dozen gambling dens could be seen. The rest of the "city" was made .UP of boardinghouses, such as they were-for there was not a private dwelling in the place, as all took boarders. It was nearing noon when Buffalo Bill came in sight of Overland City, and at a point on the mountains twelve miles away. He had turned the stage trail a mile back . and saw the tracks of a coach which had just gone by toward the station. In fact, as he drew rein, he could hear the distant rumbling of the coach ahead. He decided not to halt for dinner, but to go on to Overland City, and, as he rode into full view of it far down the valley, he stopped for a few minutes to enjoy the grand view spread out before him and then it was that he likened the station with its big tavern and sheds, and smaller houses scattered about, to a hen and he1' chickens He was about to continue on his way when he heard a loud command ring up from the valley; the rumbling of wheels ceased, and all was silence. The scout knew but too well that terrifying com-mand: "Halt! and hands up!". The coach had been halted by road-agents. How many, Buffalo did not stop to ask, or con sider. He was not a man to count odds. Upon the border his duty was to protect those who needed his aid, uphold the weak against the strong, to support the law against the lawless. With a word to his horse, he was off down the winding stage trail toward the scene, and, suddenly turning a bend, dashed upon the coach and those who had halted it. of Buffalo Bill had not been heard by the roadagents, though the keen ears of the driver had detected it. The moment he came upon the scene, Buffalo Bill saw that but one man stood in the way of the forward movement of the coach, and quick as a flash he lev eled his revolver. It was one of those running shots, of which he was the ma:o[er. His nerve and aim did not fail him now when he was firing at a human being any more than when he aimed at a target, for his bullet sunk into the outlaw's head. The moment the man fell, the driver gained his nerve. and his whip fell upon the backs of the horses, and avvay dashed the coach, trampling and crunching over the body of the road-agent. The man who was at the coach door was taken completelY' by surprise, for he was about to secure a very rich booty from an army paymaster, who was the only passenger. But the open door, as the coach dashed on, knocked the outlaw down, and his revolver fell from his hand. Around the bend swept the coach, the driver only anxious to take care of himself and his passenger, and leavin g his daring rescuer to his fate, if he could not fight his way out. But still the road-agent had not seen from whence came the shot, and, half-stunned by the door striking him and his fall, he was incapable almost of re sistance when the scout drew rein over him, sprung from his horse, and, reYolver in hand, tore the mask from his face, while he cried: "Hands up, pard or die!" But, with the words, the mask had been torn off, and then came from the lips of the scout in amaze-There were two of them-one standing in front of ment: the horses, his rifle leveled at the driver's head, the "Boss Brewer, the stagemaster other standing by the side of the coach, revo1ver in "You a road-agent? The very man I came to hand, demanding the money and jewels of what pasfind." sengers there were. "Buffalo Bill," gaspe
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THE BU ff l\LO BRLL STORIES 3 "Then I am a dead man." "Your comrade is, there." "Yes; you killed him?" "I did, and you deserve the same fate." "I know it, and I suppose I will hang." "A re there any more of you?" "No." "You are sure?" "Only we two." "\Vho is he?" "One of my men at the station." ''You are still stagemaster at Overland City?" "I was, up to date, but it's over now." ''vVho was the driver of the coach?" "Cal Kirk." "I do not know him." "No; a new hand from eastward, or he'd not fiave run off and left you." "\Vhy did you put your neck in the noose by such an act, Boss Brewer?" "Oh, Lord! Buffalo Bill, it's a sad story. "I had laid up a snug pile, and I got to gambling, and it all went-my house, horses and all-and I was to be sold out in the town where I lived, and where my old mother has her home, for she is old and feeble. "I was desperate, Buffalo Bill, and I knew from papers that I got' that a paymaster was coming through on Kirk's coach to-day, with a large sum of money, and so I was tempted to get it. "I would not have robbed a man or woman for anything, but the government would not miss it, and out of all the stock I had saved and all I had done for the soldiers, I had never even been thanked. ."So I just told the man lying there to help me, and we would play road-agent, and get the paymaster's money. "He left Overland City yesterday, an_ d I came out this morning, and we met here, put on these clothes and masks, and-well, you know the rest, and, Buf falo Bill you will hang me, I know." Buffalo Bill was silent for a minute, and lost in thougiit. At last he said: "\Vho is that dead man?" "One of the black sheep of the Overland layout, Buffalo Bill." "He no kin in Overland City?" "None in all the world, Buffalo Bill, that I have ever heard of." "Good! Now, can I trust you, Boss?" "Yes, indeed, for I'm as penitent now as a whipped cur." "You are sure you were not recognized by Kirk?" "Sure; he would never know me in this rig and the mask there." "And the paymaster?" "I don't know him." "V/ihat excuse can you offer for being away from Overland City?" "I don't know." "Have you a horse?" "I came on foot." "And your pard ?" "His horse is in the thil:;ket yonder." "Leave him there, and now tell me one thing." "Yes, Bill." "Is there not a near cut on foot to Overland City you can take?" "Yes; it is half the distance of the stage trail." "Well, Boss, I will tell you that I came here to see you. "To see me?" "Yes; you were wagon master years ago for a settler by the name of Ranger Golden?" "Yes, yes, twelve years ago. I remember nmv He and his whole people were afterward massacred by the Sioux." ''\Veil, tha t is the man I have come to see yoc1 about, and I just have this to say to you." "Yes?" "I believe your story about this intended robbery and that you are repentant now. "Lord knowc: T ? Tf I could undo my act I would be a happy man."

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THE BUffl\LO BILL STORIES. "\\'ell, I am going to trust you, for there is a chance for you to reform your life, and I'll help you." "Oh, pard !" "As no one knows you are the robber, I'll go in to Overland City, carrying that dead man. I'll report that his comrade left, which will be the truth. "You strike out on foot for Overland City; make good time, and meet me there to-night. "Then we will talk over the Golden matter, and there may be some money in it for you." "I11 do just as you tell me, Buffalo Bill." "If you do not meet me in Overland City to-night. then I will tell that you were the other road-agent, and I'll hunt you clown as sure as my name is \i\Tilliarn Cody, mark my words." "I won't fail you, Buffalo Bill-I will be there." "As your comrade was killed, as you did not get the money, and as I believe it is your first offense, I will keep your secret and see what I can do for you. New be off, and lose no time in getting to Overiand City. I will get the horse and come on with the body." "I'll be there, never fear," and, wringing the scout's hand, the stagemaster, with an awed glance at his dead comrade, bounded away clown t11e trai1 to go on foot to Overland City. In the thicket indicated, Buffalo Bill found the (lead man's horse, and, strapping the body to the sad (l.Je, he mounted his own horse, and rode clown the stage tfail to the station, which he knew would be in a furor of excitement at the report of the holding up of the stage, as soon as Cal Kirk got in to tell his story. At one place in the trail he saw far on the trail, and his fieldglass, which he never went without, showed the coach thundering along the valley, half a-dozen miles ahead. "That fellow, Kirk, is frightened half out of his wits, and will kill his team at the rate he is going. "I suppose I'll have a hundred men corning out to kill or capture the road-agents. "\iVell, I believe Brewer was in earnest in what he said about it being his first sin of the kind. "The temptation was too much for him, and it was lucky that his pard handed in his chips, for, if he had not been killed, then I would have had to tell on him, too. "I ought to do so now, I suppose, but I want to find out all he knows about the Golden affair, and I guess he will profit by the fright and the lesson he has had, and not go wrong any more. "At least, I hope so; and if he does, why, + can find him. "But how that wild driver goes l "He'll resign from the trail after this, I'm sure," and, with a langh at the man's fright, Buffalo Bill coolly went on, leading the horse with his dead master tied to the saddle by the stake rope. \i\Then he arrived within half a mile of Overland City, he saw half a hundred mounted men coming toward him at a gallop, and all armed to the teeth. CHAPTER CXLII. COWARD. The driver of the coach that had been held up was a new hand. Or rather, though a splendid driver. his run had been further East. where such a thing as a road-agent was unknown. He had been on several trips out of Overland City, at:d had gone through in safety and on time. But, then, no one looked for a stage to be held up within twenty miles of Overland City, and it was said that the road-agents had all left the neighborhood. \i\Then, then, Cal Kirk beheld a man step out of the thicket with a rifle leveled at him, and take. a stand in front of his leaders, and another appear with a revo]yer, while he .ittered these ominous words, "Halt! and hands up!" Kirk was not the man to dis obey the command. He halted with dispatch, dropped his reins upon his knees and held up his hands with alacrity. There was in the coach, he knew, a paymaster of the United States Army.

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l'HE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 5 He had been told tha:t the paymaster carried considerable money, and was directed to put him through in safety. But, with trembling limbs, he sat upon the box, his hands elevated, and wondering if he was to be al10\Yed to go on with his life. Then cattle the fall of hoofs, ai1d the scout dashed into sight. A shot dropped the man before his leaders, and Cal Kirk sent his team ahead with a rush. It was lucky that he was a splendid driver, or he \v-ould haYe dashed the stage to destruction. But he kept his flying hors es on the trail, his foot t!pon the brake, and went on in the same mad rush, and u nheeding the calls of the paymaster to halt. I t was down hill, and that caused the horses to fairly fly The crunching of bones as the wheels passed over the dead road-agent yet resounded in his ears, and his heart was in a tremor of fear and horror. The valley was reached, yet still he pushed his team to a run. Had the rescuer been killed and would the outlaws pursue? How many more outlaws were there than he had seen? Such thoughts filled his brain as he urged along, and not until the first cabins in Overland City were close at hand did he draw rein. Several times had the paymaster called to the driver to slacken up and see if the road-agents 'vere following. Then he asked him to halt and tum back and see what had become of their brave rescuer. But Cal Kirk would neither halt nor slacken rein. It was Kirk that he wished to save from the road agents, and only when safe in the tavern would he feel that his life was spared. \\Then he blew his horn to announce hi5 coming it had a wild weird, startled sound that brought the people out quickly to welcome the incoming coach. Then they stood before the Overland Inn-a hun-dred o r more-and a glance was sufficient to show t}1em that something had happened on the trail. Once he put his foot upon the brakes and came to a halt, Kirk felt his importance. He saw himself a hero, for his coach had been held up on the way and had escaped-by his own prowess. That was the way he wanted it, and so he would put it. "Pards, all, I was held up on the mountain by a gang of road-agents, but pushed over them, and here I am." So said Cal Kirk; but out of the soach sprung the paymaster. His face was white with anger and his eyes flashed as he cried, as soon as the cheer had subsided that greeted the driver's words: "You infamous liar and coward, you ran off and left the brave man who came to our rescue to fight it out against the road-agents alone, after he had killed one. "That man is a splendid driver, men, he has no right to sit on the coach box when he acts as he did to-day." Kirk was terribly aroused, but he did not draw at the angry words of the army officer. He was not "on the shoot" against one whom he saw meant what he said. So he replied, doggedly: "You army officers say what you please, because the government protects you; if you was any one else, I'd--" "Bah! you would not dare draw a weapon to use it. You are a coward and you know it. Don't talk to me! I am out of all patience with you, for the man you deserted was Buffalo Bill." "Buffalo Bill, was it?" cried many voices. "Yes, the chief of scouts at Fort Beal, where I was stationed some months ago. Come, men; who will follow me back to the scene?'' A hundred Yoices answered with a ring'ing: "I will !" "Then get your horses, and I will secure a mottnt

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6 THE BUfff\LO BlLL STORIES. and lead you back to see if Buffalo Bill is dead or alive." But it was an hour before all were in readiness to start, and then, as the cavalcade got out on the trail, they beheld Buffalo Bill coming toward them at a canter, the led horse following with a dead body hanging across the saddle. "Where is Boss Brewer?" "Where is Boss Brewer?" These were the cries that went up on all sides as the men about the Overland Inn sought to procure horses on which to follow the brave paymaster back to the scene where Cal Kirk's coach had been held up. Tne boss was in charge of the Overland horses belonging to the Pony Express Company and coach line, and, without his say-so, they could not be taken out. The boss was known to be a great hunter, and the stablemen said he was off on a hunt somewhere; but they dared not let the coach horses or Pony Express animals go out in his aQsence. In vain the men pleaded; the stable boys were firm. "We knows the boss, and don't you forget it. "If he was here it would be all right; but if we'd let 'em go without his say-so, then, when he comes in, he'd begin to practice shootin' on us. "Oh, we knows him, we does." As the men willing to wade in road-agents' gore had no horses of their own, for outside of the coach and Pony Express animals, horses were scarce in Overland City, they did not know what to do, and went scouring over the place in search of to ride. In the meantime, the paymaster had gone into the inn and called the landlord aside. He asked for the man in charge of the coaches, and he was sent for. It was Boss Brewer and he could not be found. Then Paymaster Lloyd informed the landlord that he had fifty thousand dollars in government money in his keeping, and this had to be put away in a safe place. .... This was done, and a receipt given for it, after which the paymaster asked for a horse on which to lead his band of volunteers to the rescue. The landlord did not aspire to horsemanship. Walking was good enough for him, and, as he weighed three hundred pounds, he did not, as a merciful man, feel that he had a right to keep a horse. "Where can I get one?" asked the army officer. "If the boss was here, at the Overland stables." "\i\There is this man, Boss Brewer, as you call him?" "Off on a hunt, the stable boys say." "Then I will take a horse." But when the paymaster emerged into the open air, he saw that his anticipated cavalry had degenerated into foot soldiers. He belonged to the cavalry himself, and this would never do, so he demanded a reason. He very soon got it in full, and with emphasis most decided against the stable boys. "I can fix that," he said. And he did, for, upon the authority of a United States officer, he seized the stables of the Overland Company, and the volunteers were mounted forthwith. There were, doubtless, a number in that mot!ey gang who were outlaws, in hiding themselves . :rnd re gretting that they had not been along to rope in the paymaster; but, under the garb of honest men, they now went forth to capture the road-agents. 011e
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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. woke up to find the door open and a revolver in my face. "It was useless to kick or plead. I was caught, and the fellow knew I carried big money, so I was forced to fork over. "I delayed all I could, and was hoping for aid, when lo! I heard a shot, and then the coach dashed off, knocking the masked leader down But this the paymaster declined, and so started upon his way on the incoming coach, from the nortbward, and aboard which he was glad enough to find several soldiers going East on furlough, and who would be a protection to him and his money. Cal Kirk, the driver, had not gone on the hunt for the road-agents. He dared not trust himself so far from civiliza"I looked back and saw you, and alone. You tion, with a party of men who had seen him fall from took big chances, Bill." "There were only two that I could see, Mr. Lloyd, al'd, though I got this one across the horse, here, the other escaped capture." "\i\That a pity; but this one you certainly did get." "Oh, yes, sir; he is all rig:ht and when we get him up to the inn some one may be able to recognize him. "Shall we ride back, sir, for I am tired and hungry as a bear, having come in from Fort Beal?" Y es, we will go back at once; how are all at the dear old fort?" "All goes well, sir; but who was the driver of that coach?" "A man known as Kirk, one not used to outlaws." "He is used to running, sir for if he didn't hoof i t dO\vn that mountain, I am a sinner. "\\Th y it is a wonder that he did not break your neck and his own, too." "His would have been no lo ss for I told him he was a cow ard." "Then I need not do so, a s I intended, or he may believe it,'' was the scout' s cool rejoinder, just as they rode up to the inn and were greeted with a wild hurrah for "Buffalo Bill, the Prince of the Plains. CHAPTER CXLIII. KIRK RECEIVES GOOD ADVICE. Gpon arriving at the Overland Inn, Buffalo Bill at once secured a room, while Paymaster Lloyd was to take the stage eastward, the scout telling him that he believed there was no danger of another attempt to rob him, b u t, if he wished, he would escort him be yond the danger line. his exalted pinnacle as a driver to a man accused of cowardice. The more he regarded the situation in the light of what he had done, the more he felt convinced that he had acted in a very shabby way. "It'll stick to me, unless I ups and shoots the pay master. "That will square me with the boys, but, then, it might get my neck into a rope cravat. ''I'll see what Boss Brewer has to say about it." Kirk had gone to his room after his .denunciation by the paymaster, one of the best rooms, too, in the inn, by the way, though that was not saying much in its favor. He saw the road-agent hunters ride off, and was thinking of going in search of Boss Brewer, when he heard a step go by his door. The stable master had the room beyond Kirk's, so he knew it must be he, and, glad that he bad not to go out and look him up he at once went to his door and knocked. "Come in," said a faint voice. The stable boss was there, his face dripping wet and pale, his eyes sunken, and his whole manner that of a man who had been in some trouble. "It's you, is it, Kirk?" said the bos s not rising from bis chair, and his hand resting as though by ac cident upon his revolver. "Yes, boss and I've come to have a talk with you; but what in thunder is the matter ?" "I was hunting, and a man told me that there was trouble in Overland City, and that all the horses had been taken from the coach s table s so I ran all the way here."

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THE BU ff ALO BILL S T O RIES "\Vell, yo u look it; but it's only that infernal paymaster, who took them to go and hunt down the road-agents who attacked my coach." "Ah! that is it, is it?" "Yes." "So your coach was held up, Kirk?" and the man breathed more freely. ''Yes; I should say it was." "I have not been told this, but it is true that I came right to my room. Tell me about it, Cal." "'vVell, it was back in the mountains, twelve miles from here, that a gang of road-agents held me up." "How, many of them?" "Lord knows, but I counted half-a-dozen "Yes." "And they went for the paymaster, as was inside, and had lots of money." "Did they get it?" "No, for Buffalo Bill and his scouts came up, and killed one; so I drove on for all I was worth, not wishing the paymaster to be robbed. "The paymaster, as soon u.s I got here, said I was a liar and a coward, and I want to ask you if I had not better kill him to square my self with the boys?'' "Did he say it to your face?" "Yes, and before the whole crowd, who gave me the laugh, groan and h iss." "Be ca use you ran off?" "Yes." "Well, Kirk, I think the paymaster was so near right that, as you did not do it then, to do so now would be to get you lynched. "You did act in a mean way to desert your rescuer, and the only thing I can say for you to do :s to take the first coach East, for you may be sure the boys won't let you live on the Overland trail, and I'd change my name, too, if I was in your place." "So you say I acted like a coward, too?" "I say you acted the part of a cowardly cur, and if you don't like my language, resent it now-and not wait to shoot me in the back. "But I have given you good advice, and you had better take it." "I can get my money, I suppose?" "I'll give you an order on the Overland paymaster for your m oney, and a free ride back over the line. "Now, go and get ready, Kirk, for if you stay here the boys will do you harm, mark my words." "I'll go, you bet." "Well, come here soon, and get your money order, and then light out down the trail to take the coach, for there will be trouble if you leave from the tavern." "I'll do it, and I rely upon you, Boss, not to let them hunt me," said the cringing coward,. "Do as I tell you, then," and the boss dismissed the man, and then set to work to get himself in presentable shape. He had plunged through streams, s lid down hills, gone through thickets at a run, and was tattered, wet, mud-covered and tired. But he put on some clean clothes, after washing up, took a stiff drink of whisky, and then went down int o the stable yard, where he was met by the pay master and the men, who were returning the stage horses pressed into se rvice for the hunt after the road-agents. "Ho, boss, how are you, pard ?" cried Buffalo Bill, and the station master went forward to greet the scout, his heart and brain in a whirl, though he was outvvardly calm. "I've got a dead man here, boss, whom the boys say is one of your stablemen," and Buffalo Bill pointed to the body across a horse, and which the station master approached in a timid sort of way. Who can tell what were the feelings of Boss Brewer as he moved up to the body of the man whom he ha d tempted to become his ally in an act of crime which had cost him his life? William Brewer was getting along in years, for his hair and beard were iron-gray. He had dwelt long upon the frontier, and he had held a place of trust for many years, though he was known to be a dangerous man. \ Vhat money he had accumulated he had sent and bought the home where his old motlier dwelt, and, led into desperation by gambling, he had mortgaged it to the landlord of the Overland Inn, who at last threatened to sell him out unless it was paid. It was thi s situation which had driven him to rob the government, and in the dead body of his comrade, and in the presence of Buffalo Bill, he saw the result of his evil scheming. The stableman had once saved the life of the boss, and he was greatly attached to him, and men spoke of "Andy as the "pet of the boss." Now, every eye was upon him, as he advanced and gazed upon the dead face.

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THE BU ff AL O BILL. STORIES. 9 He started back, for the open eyes glared into his own when he removed the mask. He acted well his part, as Buffalo Bill thought, for the eye of the scout was upon him. "Andy! \Vhat does this mean?'' he cried, excitedly. "It means, Boss, that he was one of the men who held up Kirk's stage in the mountains, for I killed him standing at the head of the leaders, his rifle co vering the driver. "I shot him, but his comrade got off easy. "That is all there is to it, except that you had better muster your men, find out who is missing, and make them g ive a strict account of their absence, for this looks bad." "It does look bad Buffalo Bill, and it is bad, very bad. "Tobe, call all the men together, and I will see who is missing. "Then take this body away and have it buried." The men were mustered, those who were asleep being called out, too, and, fortunate it was for them, not one was missing. Andy had been the only black sheep in the band of forty-odd stablemen. Niglit now came on, and in the saloons, the hold ing up of the coach, the cowardice of Kirk and the treachery of Andy filled every mouth. At last the east-bot.ind coach came in, and the passengers took their leave the paymaster going also, and riding with the driver. Then, as the men had begun to drink heavily, mis chief began to brew, and it was decided to take Kirk out and hang him. A coward could not be tolerated upon the Over land trail. So the crowd, inspired by a drunken leader, made a rush for the room of Kirk. The door was open, the room in disorder, and the driver was gone. The men were wild with rage, and sought Boss Brewer for an explanation. He simply said that he wanted no such man in his employ. that in his -fright he had driven his team to death. and so he had discharged him, while, fearing trouble, he supposed the man had gone down the valley to take the coach away from Overland City. TI1e c1:ow d then went howlipg away, to see if Kirk had really left the place, for they were on the warpath for blooq and meant to have it. Finding that the driver had escaped them, they compromised by going to the cabin where Andy's body lay and, taking it out, gave it a midnight burial, with "three cheers a.nd a tiger" as a burial ceremony over the unfortunate stableman. They were determined to put down lawlessness in Overland City, they said, and after the burial they returned to the saloon ancl got drunk all around, end ing up in a row that cost two lives and many hurts and swelled heads. In the meantime, a somewhat strange scene was going on in the private room of Landlord Lund, of the Overland Inn. That worthy had become a very rich man of late years, and the more he got, the more he wanted, until he became a perfect gouge, and grasped at every me a ns of getting gold, fair or foul. Buffalo Bill had known the man years before, and, whateyer hold he had upon him, he determined to use it in behalf _of Boss Brewer. So he went to the stableman's room and said: "See here, Boss, the talk I want with you cannot take place to-night, but when I leave tomorrow, you accompany me on the trail a few miles, for I have something to say to you of importance." "I "ill, Bill; I'll do anything you say." "Now, let me tell you that I'm superstitious on the point of good or bad luck." "You are?" "Yes." "How so?" "\Vell, I think you were playing in great luck today not to catch my bullet." "Oh, Bill!" "You got here on time, which was lucky, and you stood the ordeal well of facing Andy's body." "My God!" "Now, you are having a run of luck, and I want you to go to Landlord Lund and challenge him to pla y you three games for what h e holds of yours." "But I have nothing to stake against it." "Give him your I. 0. U., and I'll inclorse it. "Come, let us see if your luck has deserted you." "He won't play." "He will," was Buffalo Bill s deided rejoinder.

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10 THE BUfFZ\LO BILL STORIES. CHAPTER CXLIV. A GAME OF CHANCE. Landlord Lund was seated in what he called his "parlor" when Buffalo Bill and the boss knocked at his door. It was his parlor, bedroom and office combined, and it was arranged with a special view to his own protection in case of trouble. It was of logs, and boarded without, while a tunnel ran from the cellar to a point some distance away, where the landlord had a pard ever ready to aid him. No one knew the ups and downs of life better than Landlord Lund. He was counting over his gold, a favorite amusement of his, when Buffalo Bill and the stable master came. But he had hastily put it away before admitting them, and had reconnoitered from a secret point of observation to see who were his visitors before do ing so "Sit down, Buffalo Bill, and you, too, boss, and we'll have a glass while you tell me what I can do for you," he said, getting out a bottle and glasses as he spoke. "The boys are on the war-trail hot to-night, for it broke them all up to have Kirk show the cur and Andy play the road-agent. "It hits you, too, rather hard, boss." "Yes, for I wish my men to go straight." "Here's to you, gents, and now say if you came for a social call or on business." Boss looked at Buffalo Bill, and the latter said: "Vv e came on a little matter of business, Lund, for Boss Brewer has been telling me how he got into a losing streak in gambling, and you won all he had laid up in years." "Yes, but he would not heed my warning and quit." "I never knew you to warn me, landlord, and you bought up every debt I owed any one else." "Yes, for they would have given you troublepressing you." "Yet you cowed me." "I've been awful patient, Boss, for I'Ye waited six months." "How much do you owe Luncl Bo. ss ?" "He holds my house in the East, my horses here, my watch and chain, and claims on three months' wages in all." "What does it foot up?" "\i\T ell, the place is \\'.Orth five thousand, the horses a thousand more, the watch and chain were giverl to me by the drivers, and cost five hundred, and there is three months' pay at three hundred." "Nearly seven thousand dollars?" "Yes." "Well, play Lund for it now, best two 111 three games." "What has he got to put up against it?" asked the landlord. "His I. 0. U." "It's no good." "I'll indorse it." ""What's your interest in this game, Buffalo Bill?" "Oh, I have known Boss Brewer for some time, and don't wish to see him lose all without a chance to win it back." "He doesn't get it without putting up good money." "I said I would indorse his paper." "What have you got?" "Mighty little, it is true, besides my outfit and horses, and a few hundred in the paymaster's hands." "Then you indorse what is no good." "I have the liberty, though, to draw upon white Beaver Powell if Boss Brewer loses." The landlord started, and his face changed color, but he said: ''Well, I'll play, so come right into the saloon." "No, the game is to be played right here." "\i\Th y ?" "I prefer it." "I'll send for a pack of cards, then." "No, for I ha Ye a pack here never opened_." ''I prefer my own pack." "I know that, but you do not play with any pack you may get. Understand, Lund, this is to be a square game." "\Vhat do you mean?" "Bah! don't assume the virtuous, Lund, for you know we were pards long ago, and I have a good memory, so do as I say or I will go and ask \i\Thite Beaver Powell to come here and play a game with you." Whatever dread there might be in the magic name of the surgeon scout, it had the effect of command

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THE BU Ff ALO BILL STORIES. 11 ing obedience from Landlord Lund, for, with a muttered oath, he sat down to the table, cleared a space and said gruffly : "\i\There are your cards?" "Here." "Are they square?" "Oh, yes, for you have not had the handling of them." A muttered oath was the landlord's only r eply, and, seating himself at the table, Boss Brewer wrote out the I. 0. U. and Buffalo Bill indorsed his name upon it, with the following lines above it: "To be presented for payment to Dr. Frank Powell \i\Thite Beaver, the Surgeon Scout,' in case it is Eot paid by \Villiam Brewer." "That goes," said Buffalo Bill, quietly, as the landlord glanced over it. Lund made no reply, but chewed his lip s, and the cards were cut for deal and dealt. "Best two in three, is it?" "Yes, landlord," answered Boss Brewer. Both men were noticeabl y nervous, but the scout stood looking on, unmoved. The boss won the first game, and at once became perfectly calm, as Buffalo Bill remarked: "Your luck is good." But Landlord Lund became the more nervous. The second game the boss won, and the landlord gave a groan, while he said : "This is robbery to force a man to play." "It was played with unmarked cards, Lund, and you are tbe robber. "Come, hand over the claim papers and property of Boss Brewer that you hold." The landlord obeyed without a word, and, ri s ing, the two men left the room and went to their own. "How did you control that tiger, Buffalo Bill, as you did?" asked the stabl e master. "Oh, I saved his neck once, years ago, when he was caught cheating at the mines, and Dr. Powell knows a secret about him that would stretch his neck, iha t' s all." "And yo u have saved me for I shall neve r touch a card again or a drop of liquor. "I am a new man, Buffalo Bill, and I owe it to yo u that I am," was Brewer's trembling reply. The morning after his strange adventur es, Boss Brewer rose with a comparatively light heart. It is true, that his crime of holding up the coach weighed upon him, but he bitterl y repented that m ad and had decided to lead a different lif-; atone for it. He had his property back again, looked at his handsome watch an d c hain ove r and over again, went to the stables and petted his horses, and mailed East a deed to his little home, putting it in his mother'3 name. He glanced wistfully at the bar, where he h a d always gotten his morning "eye-opener," then braced up courage and walked in "The same, boss?" asked the bartender. .'No Ike, I won't try anything this morning." "My Lord, you hain't sick, be you?" "No, but I've cut rum." "Cu t rum?" "Yes." "For how long?" "Forever." "So they all sa y " \i\T ell, see if I do not t ell the truth," ai:d with another wistfu l glance at the tempting bottles, Bos s Brewer passed out. He met Landlord Lund outside and said goodmornmg. The salutation was not returned, and then came gruffly: "See here, Brewer, I'v e got parties that want room you've got, so just vacate to-day."_ "I shall be glad to, now that I know what kind of a landlord I hav e had. "But don't go too brisk, or the boys might hear a story I could tell. "Go slow with me, and I keep a quiet tonguesee ?" The landlord e v idently did see, for he said no more. The stabl e master breakfast ed with Buffalo Bill and told him how Andy had been buried by the moral community of Overland City, who had finished up by causing two more funerals. I don't know any other life, Buffalo Bill, or I would leave it; but if I don' t gambl e or drink, I can make money and lay it up and in a couple of years o: so will have enough to go home and take care of the old lad y." "That is right, Boss, and I b eli eve you will stick to your resolve. "Now, I must be off and, w1der pretense of visit-

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12 THE BUFF ALO BILL ing the scene of the road-agents' attack yesterday, go \vith me." "I'll be ready, Buffalo Bill, in half-an-hour." A crowd gathered about Buffalo Bill when he went out in front of the tavern after breakfast, and when, soon after, he rode off with the boss, men wondered why Landlord Lund did not say goodmormng. "How far is your camp from here, Bill?" "I have no camp nearer than Fort Beal." "Why, you said last night you would go to camp after Surgeon Powell." "That was a bluff." "And it went." "Oh, yes I Knew it would, for if there is a man on earth that Landlord Lund fears, it is Dr. Powell. "But, now, Boss, I have some questions to ask you, so let us halt here." They did so, and Buffalo Bill got out his notebook and pencil. "You were a wagon master for Ranger Golden, a settler, years ago?" "Yes." "How was it?" "He came out West, as I remember it, with his family." "How many?" "His wife, little child and his wife's younger brother, a handsome and fine fellow of sixteen, I guess." "That was all?" "There were two negroes, a man and a woman." "'vVell ?" "He came in one coach with them,. and the other coaches and an ambulance brought his baggage and proYisions, and he had plenty. I remember, too, there were some cattle, sheep and fowls, and all dse to make them comfortable." "And then?" "They stayed several days at a station where I then had charge, Medicine Mound, you know it was, and he hired some men to go with him, cowboys up from Texas they were." "Yes?" "And he engaged me and an outfit of wagons to take them to their new home." "And you did so?" "I did." ",\iVell ? "'vVe were a week on the trail, and he acted as guide, for he had been to the settlement and bought a ranch there, and a good one, for I was surprised when I saw it." "Did you get well acquainted with his family?" "You bet I did and they were just as nice people as I ever saw." "What about his wife? "She was a beauty, and very young. "She was a Southern lady, she told me-a planter's daughter." "And the child?" "Was a smart little one." "What was its name?" "Th ey called it only baby, as I recollect." "And the boy?" "Her brother?" "Yes." "They called him Hugh, I think." "And her name?" "His wife?" "Yes." "Her husband cal l ed her Cille as I remember, and I now recall she said her name was Lucille Hammond, and she was so sweet, so good, all of us loved her, and the baby, too. "You knew nothing of Mr. Golden?" "Only what he told me, that he was an Englishman, had been a soldier and a sailor, and was in the mines out here for a while. "Then he became a settler." "Have you heard from them since?" "I heard that the Indians raided the valley and killed all the settlers, and mighty sad I felt over it." "Well, Boss, I thank you for what you have told me, and if I have to send for you I wish you to come, for it will be important." "I'll come, Buffalo Bill, if you say the word, for never will I forget you," and tears came into eyes that had not known a tear since childhood. Soon after the two parted, the stable master to return to Overland City, and Buffalo Bill to start for the fort, well pleased with what he had accomplished. CHAPTER CXLV. DEATH GAP. Buffalo Bill parted with Boss Brewer with a firm belief in his reformation and honesty of purpose. He saw that the narrow escape he had made had

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 13 been a great sho.ck to him, and would make a lasting irr: pression. He wished to feel that the man would not go astray again. Having accomplished the purpose of his errand" gleaned all the information he could from the man who had taken Ranger Golden to his frontier home, he felt that there was little more to do. "I will hurry back, for I will have a couple of days' rest at the fort, I guess, before starting for Massa cre Valley," said the scout to himself, and he pressed on more rapidly. He wished to camp but once on the way, reaching the fort the next night. Taking adYantage of mountain cuts, he shortened hi,-. way, and by walking up and down the mountains, thus resting his horse, he made rapid progress. He did not camp until some time after nightfall, and broke camp very earl y in the morning, so that he was well on his way when the dawn came. At noon he halted for an hour, for he saw that a t the rate he was going, he would reach the fort by dark if his horse did not give out. But the animal was a fine one, and, spared all that was possible by his rider, he held on pluckily The trail he took back was partly over the one which he had come, especially as he neared the fort. The sun was yet above the horizon when he crossed the river at the ford above Ranch Isle, and he gazed at the place with considerable interest, even putting his glass to his eyes. Ranch I s le had always been a place of interest to the scout, in that he looked upon tho&e that dwel t there as a very mysterious party. "They are a queer outfit, and, somehow, I cannot o-et to bed rock as to what and who they just are," b muttered the sc o ut. To cut off a mile, he turned into a canon, which was shunned by all \Vho were at all superstitious. Even the most plucky confessed that they always shunned the place. Texas Jack was a scout known to have no fear, but what he had seen one night in the Death Gap, a s the cafion was called, caused him to avoid the place ever after. "I'm not afraid of live men, but I draw the line a t dead men, when I see skeletons dancing in the moonlight, and that is what I did see, pards. "You know, when I got to the fort, I was scare d clean through, and my horse had been run to death." So said Scout Texas Jack, and it was usele ss to tell him some one had played a joke on him. "I saw what I saw, and I know a picked skeleton from one with human flesh on it," he would answer. And if a man of Texas Jack's pluck would avoid the Death Gap, after that the other scouts of the command religious l y did the same. "Vv e'll ride round, for we don t mind cutting off a couple of miles or so," they would say, when told to go through the Gap. Buffalo Bill had gone through by day and night several times, but he admitted that it was a mos t desolate place. The soldiers avoided it, too, and, as for the cow boys and settlers, they never had business to call them in that direction, or said so. The gap, or canon, had its unwritten history, and a sad one it was. A train of emigrants had been caught there by Indians, and put to death. TheY. were a j olly party, and they were enjoying a dance by the light of a camp-fire when the attack was made. The violin and banjo were silenced, the voices of the dancers and the laughter of the children, as a vol ley of bullets and a shower of arrows came in upO\l the happy group. Then fol lowed the wild warwhoops, and, though the men fought bravely for life, and all they loved and possessed, they sunk down under the attack of the outnumbering foe. The morning sun arose upon a sickening, sad scene, and there lay the massacred emigrants, until the coyotes and the vultures picked their bones, and left them to whiten upon the death-stained sod. Years after, Captain Taylor's troop of the Fifth Cavalry, scouting to find a good place for a frontier fort, and under the guidance of Buffalo Bill, cam e upon the spot and decently buried the bo_nes of the dead. With such a memory haunting the spot, with the stories told of the cafion, it was no wonder that all avoided it. Captain Taylor had given it the name of Death Gap, and had erected there a monument of stone over the dead.

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14 THE BU ff 1\LO BILL STORIES. Then the troop had gone on to pitch upon the spot where Fort Beal was afterward founded. Eut, unheeding its memories, unmindful of the ghost stories told of it, Buffalo Bill had decided ta cut off a couple of rriiles, and go through Death Gap to the fort. Death Gap was a wild-looking place, weird in its surroundings and solitude as well as in its memories. There was one thing that might have influenced Buffalo Bill in going through that way to the fort, and that was a fresh trail that he saw. It turned from the main trail toward Death Gap, and was the track of a horse ridden in a canter. It was a surprise to see the trail going that way, and so Buffalo Bill followed it. Leaving the prairie lands, he got into the foothills, then came to the rugged country and the ridge which the gap cut through. The trail still held on toward the gap, and the scout stuck to it. On he went until the country grew more rugged, and the ridge tops were fringed with pines, and all around was desolation. The unfortunate victims of the massacre had without doubt penetrated there to seek a good and safe encampment, but which, alas, proved their death camp. The scout noticed, as he rode along, that the trail followed, though very fresh, was pursuing the tracks of another horse, which had often gone that way. "This is strange," he muttered. "Can any one live in the Death Gap, I wonder?" The sun had set to him down in the valley, but upon the hilltops its light shone brightly. "I shall reach the fort a little after dark," he said. At last the valley narrowed, and he soon found himself under the shadows of the cliffs which formed Death Gap. It looked gloomy ahead of him, and he saw the spot where the emigrant train had encamped, and he recalled the time of his first coming there, and the horror of all at the discovery of the skeleton forms of the ciead. The stone pile, made in th0 form of a cross, lying upon the ground, was just before him, far from a spring, where he was gain!! to give his horse a drink. A thick growth of pines the spring, and he could not see through them. The sod beneath the hoofs of his horse left no sound, and the scout muttered as he glanced about him: "It is, indeed, a spooky-looking place. "If it was dark now, I might get a look at the skeleton dance that Texas Jack saw. "They sell some awful snaky liquor over at the store in the settlement, but I don't see how it could make Jack see a skeleton fandango. "I'd like to see one myself, for it would be a new sensation to behold a Virginia reel danced by skeletons under the shadow of the cliffs at the spring. "There goes the trail, straight for the spring, and it was not made by a skeleton horse, I will take oath on. "Well, I must know who it is that is not afraid to associate with skeletons, and to come here oftenfrom the trails I see-Ah !" He drew rein suddenly, as he uttered the exclama tion, and had his rifle ready for use on the in stant. But he slung it to his back immediately, and rode on, for he saw that he was discovered. "Their second meeting that I have caught them in," he muttered, as he raised his hat and said aloud: "This is an unlooked-for pleasure, Miss Bessie, as well as a surprise, to find you and Don Eduardo here, for I thought you both were afraid of Death Gap." The faces. of the man and woman showed deepest chagrin at their discovery by the scout. They were seated upon the rock monument to the massacred emigrants, while their horses were feeding near by. They had seen the scout about an instant after hi3 discovery of them, and they seemed speechless with amazement and anger. But, in response to the words of Buffalo Bill, came the woman's ready answer: "It is a surpris e to see you, also, Buffalo Bill, but I am glad you have come, for I want you as a wit ness." "A witness to what, Miss Bessie?" "Why, Don Eduardo made a wager with me of his beautiful iron-gray mustang, that I would not come here alone at night and place my glove among these rocks as a proof of my being here, and he was to come and find it." "And you have come?"

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES "You see me?" "Yes, but it is not yet dark." "True, but I intende1 to place the .gl<)Ve 111 the spot and wait till night before I left." "Yes, and I have lost my horse, for Miss Bessie has done what I did not believe she would, brave as she is." I could have told you, Don Eduardo, Miss Bessie would not take a dare, but you seemed doubtful of her coming, to be here to watch. "Yes, wasn't that m.ean, for, while I was waiting, he rode up, and you should have seen the Don's sheepish look when he found me here. ''I am so glad that I have you as a witness, Buf falo Bill, for now he will h av e to give me the irongray mustang." "Yes, Don, I am a witness that she came." ''I'll surrender; the horse is yours, Miss Bessie," said the Don, while Bessie Bond asked: "And, h ow on earth came you here, Buffalo Bill, for I thought every one dreaded this spot?" "\"'.. e all do, Miss Bess ie but I am just back from a long sco ut, and, you see, my horse i s broken down, so I wish to save him two miles by cutting through the gap, as it was not dark." \ Veil, I must return home, and Don, as you go to the fort, you will have company." "\i\/ill you not allow me to escort you, senorita?" "No, I nev e r do. Good-night, gentlemen." r\nd, springing into her saddle, the strange girl darted away like an arrow. CHAPTER CXL VI. PEOPLE OF MYSTERY. Buffalo Bill was too true a reader of human na ture not to see that his coming was a source of deepest regret, as well as anger, to both Don Eduardo Vincente and Bessie Bond. He saw their faces pale and flush with the emo.tions they felt at his surprise of them. The maiden had shovv n instant tact in turning it off as she had, that she had come there on a waget,
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1 3 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. "No, sir, I guess not, though you know a dispatch b earer is never let into the secrets of the commanding officer." "I thought you were an exception?" "Oh, no, though Colonel Royal and all of his of fice rs treat me as though I held a commission, for they are very kind to me." "I am glad to see it, and the ladies like you, too; in fact, you are a very popular man, Buffalo Bill," and the scout raised his hat at the compliment. He had gotten the Don at his ease now, and felt sure he had disarmed him of every suspicion of his having been watching him when he went into Death Gap. "A desolate place, that gap, Senor Cody," sud denly said Don Eduardo Vincente, his thought re to his being dis covered there with Bessie Bond. "It is lndeed, sir, and a place I would shun by night." "Yo surely do not believe the stories told of its being haunted?" "Do you, Don Eduardo?" asked Buffalo Bill, m a mysterious way. "Well, I hardly know what to think." "You are superstitious, then, sir?" "You know I come of a superstitious race, Senor Cody, and I have heard people whom I dared not d oubt, say what they had seen in the way of ghosts, but: then I try not to believe such stories, and ., "Well, Don Eduardo?" asked Buffalo Bill, as the Mexican paused in what he was about to say. "I was going to remark, senor, that I would not c .are to go alone to that place after dark. "It was from this reason that I felt sorry that I had done that which might make that brave girl go, and so I went before nightfall to pass through and head her off, telling her that I gave up the wager. "But there I found her, as cool as you please, and not in the least ruffled, though I admit it was not nightfall." "She would not have cared for that, sir, for I do not believe she knows what it is to fear "That is my opinion, Cody, and she is a very clever girl, beautiful, accomplished and a mystery, for I cannot understand her." .'"No one else doe s either.'' "True, very true; but my opinion is that she has had some great heart trouble, and that is why lrer mother brought her here to these wilds and settled upon that ranch in the valley, where one and all are most mysterious persons, even to Miss Bessie, who has become as reckless as a cowboy." "She does not se em to be at all times happy, sir." "No, she does not, and I only wish she would fall in love with some nice fellow and marry him, for it would make her life a happy one." "Perhaps, though, it depends upon the man, and she is one to have strong preferences." "Have you noticed this, Cody?" quickly asked the Don. "Well, yes, though perhaps I should not say so." "vV ill you tell me the one you supposed her most partial to ? ' "Pardon me, Don Eduardo, for saying so, but I considered you to be her favorite," and the scout smiled, grimly, for it was night now, and the Don could not see his face. The Don was silent at the words of the scout, and, as the fort lights wer e now in sight, Buff:ilo Bill changed the subject. Soon after they rode into the stockade walls, for the Don was going to the Officer's Club and not to his own quarters toward the settlement. The scout went to his own quarters, lo oked we!! after his horse, and then, brushing off the dust of travel, and making his toilet, he went to report his return to Colonel Royal. "Well, Cody, glad to see you back again; but did you reach Overland City?" asked the colonel. "Yes, sir; I passed some hours there." "A quick trip you made of it, indeed. "You must be tired, so sit down." The scout was tired, and accepted the invitation. "Diel you find your man?" "Yes, sir." "Our Englis h friends will be glad of this. Have you see n them?" No, sir; I came first to report to you. "They are spending the evening at Chaplain Bm ton's, for both seem deeply interested in the Daugh ter of the Fifth; but they will have to become American citizens and join the Fifth as privates if they wish to win her, and the colonel laughed. "Yes, sir a n d it would tax a man's love rather strongly to give rank and wealth for a ladylove." "She would be sure, at least, he was in earnest;

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 17 but is your news for Lord Lonsfield and Sir John important enough for me to send after them to come here?" "Oh, no, sir. I saw Boss Brewer and took down in my notebook all that he said." "He did take Mr. Golden to the settlement, then?" "Yes, sir, and told me much about Mr. Golden and his family '"\Vas it the same man?" "\i\lithout doubt, sir." "He must have been married then?" "He was, sir." "Well, I'll hear it all .later: so now tell me if you have any news to report outside of your mis sion." "I sent your dispatches, sir, by Pony Rider Express_." "Thank you." "And. now. I have a report to make, sir." "I am ready to hear it, Cody." "Colonel Royal, I have to take you intG my confi dence, and make known to you a secret which you will not be supposed to know." "\!\!ell ?" "I know you will hold my confidence, sir, and I trust you will feel I have acted for the b est. "But I deem it my duty to tell you the truth, and will ask you to kindly allow me to manage the affair as I have begun, and as I deem best." "I rely sufficiently upon your honor and discretion, Cody, to make you such a pro1i1is e and I do." "Thank you, Colonel Royal, for your words remove a load from my mind, as I did riot wish to hold a secret in which I had taken the grave responsibility of allowing a guilty man to escape punishment. "Ah, so serious as that?"' "You shall hear, s ir, the whole truth, and if you decide t11at I have not overstepped my authority, I will feel that you will consider the secret as unknown to you." "I will not go back upon my word to you, Cody." "I feel that, sir, and I feel ,the greater boldness t) make the request, as I have saved the government ::i. large sum of money." -"That is good news, and you are always rendering the government valuable services, I am glad to say, Cody." "Here is a letter, sir, given me by Paymaster Lloyd for you." "Oh! you saw Lloyd, then?" "Yes, sir; I was so fortunate." The colonel took the letter and read it. It was as follows: I beg to report to you that up on the morning of the 10th the coach in which I was a passanger w as held up by road-agents in the n :ounta ins, twel\'e miles fro m Overland City, and they having knowledge of ir.y carrying with me a large sum of government money, I was b eing forced to yield it up at the muzzle of a r evol \'er. \Yi;rn. I ::\m pkased to report. Buffalo Bill came to the rescul! alone, frou g h nnt knowing the odds he had to face. H e s h o t d0" n one of the robbe r s at the h ea d of the horses, wh e n t h e cowardly drin: r dashed away, in spite of my com111::.nd s a;1d rn tre;: tic s to him to stop and left Cody to his fate The f e l l o\\' n eYer drew r e in until he r eac hed Overland City, going at breakn e ck speed. and killing his team. I s eize d th e horse s at the Overland s t abks, in the name of the and with a number of ready volunteers, started out to the s c e ne, but mtt Cody coming in with the dead outlaw hangiug across his s a ddle. C o dy will h i m self r eport to you what followed after his arrival up o n t h e sc e ne, and through which daring act the government mon e y w as 'a' ed a nd. perh::p s my l ife. I h ave th e h o n o r t o be, etc. Such \\"as the letter of the paymaster, who was a man well known to the colonel, and one whom h e knew had made no exaggerated report of what had occurred. The colone l read the letter through most carefull y, and when he had finished, he looked up at the s c out and said: "You took big chances, Cody, to run on a p arty you did not kno\\ the strength of." I saw that the coach was held up, and trusted' i n a surpri se to put the outlaws to flight, sir." ''Fortunately, your confidence met with succe s s, and I congratulate you upon you r nerve and a ch i e v e ments. ''But you have a report to make to me, I b e lieve." ''Ye s, sir, I have, was the reply of Buffalo Bill, and he began his story at once. CHAPTER CXL VII. BUFFALO BILL'S REPORT. Buffalo :J?ill began his report to the colonel 111 a lov\", modest tone. He knew that he had to make a confession whic h would show that he had assumed considerable a uthority, but he believed that he had acted for t h e best. How the colonel would ;gard it remained t o be seen.

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18 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. I arriv ed on the stage trail, sir," he began, "just after the coach had gone by, for I could hear the rumbling of the wheels. "The trail wound ju s t there, forming quite a bend, and I heard the order of the road-agents to the driver to halt. "I at once spurred to the scene, and, the ground being soft, my approach was unheard, so I ran in on the outlaws, dropping one with a shot. ''The startineof the coc.ch knocked the other > down with the open door of the stage, and this gave me a chance to rush on him before he could fire on me. "I saw no more than the two and they were masked. "Unmasking my prisoner, I found, to my amazement, he was the very man I was going to see." '"What! the stage master?" "Yes, sir; it was Boss Brewer, and this is my se cret. "He recognized me, as I did him, and then we had a talk together. "He was thoroughly repentant." "Doubtless," dryly said the colonel "He was in earnest, sir, and told me how he had gambled away his entire earnings, and his home where his old mother live d in Iowa. "He had tried to get time from the landlord of the inn at overland City and, failing, in his despair, knowing of the coming of Paymaster Lloyd, and thinking he could rob the government w here he wotild not an individual he was tempted, led one qf his men to join him, and the re s ult 1 have told yo u. "I was in a quandary, for if taken to Overland City, he would be lynched and I would thus fail to get from him the news I might." "That was true, Cody." "So I took chances sir, and told him to cut for Overland City on foot, as he had not come mounted, when his comrade had, and to meet me there. "I told hiin I would keep his secret if he did as I demanded, and hunt him down if he failed me. "He promised, and kept his word, for I met him there. "I reported only the killing of one outlaw, and that the other got off which was true, sir." "Yes, and luck,? for him that he did." "Well, colonel, the paymaster l ef t on the east-bound stage, and Kirk, the coward driver, too,. the boys intended to string him up. "But they failed to find him, so buried the dead outlaw by night, had a row, in which several were killed, and the town was painted red. "I should think so." "In the meantime, I saw Boss Brewer, and had ;t talk with him, and we went to Landlord Lund's private room, and I made him play the station-master for all he had won from him, best two in three games." "You forced him to play?" ''Well, sir, I knew he was a card sharp in the mines, and that he had cheated there, playing with mar!{ed cards, and was a man who, I was sure, had swindled Boss Brewer. "As he played with a pack of cards I furnished, he k18t his nerve and the games." 'And Boss Brewer?" "He swore off from cards and liquor, sir, and I be lieve will keep his pledge, but, if not, my pledge to him does not hold good. "The next morning he rode some distance on the trail with me, and I learned all the information I about Mr. Golden. "Now, Colonel Royal, it is for you to say, sir, if I overstepped my authority in what I did?" "Well, Scout Cody, I can only say that I would have done just as you did under the circumstances, ancJ I only hope your man will prove his appreciation of your kindness toward him. "I shall not consider the secret as told to me, but if that man does fall from grace, it will be well to re mind him that his remaining at large depends upon his conduct." "I will s ir, but I have faith in him." -"I hope it will not prove mispl aced "Now, I will send Paymaster Lloyd's report to the commanding general of the department, and you will at least receive honorable menti,on in special orclers for the services rendered. "Now, you had better get your supp.er and rest, for yo u can report t o Lord Lonsfiekl in the morning, and I suppose that he and Sir John will wish to start soon upon their search for their kinsman, or his grave, and you are to guide them." "It would be well, s ir. to an escort along, for it is near the Indian c ountry." "Yes; Captain Taylor, Lieutenant Ondcrdonk, a

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T'HE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 19 sergeant, corporal and twenty-four men will go, and Surgeon Powell will be also along, for I know what a powerful ally of yours he is." "With such an escort, sir, we need have no fear of raiding bands of Indians." "Yes, for those two Englishmen are royally good fellows, both of them, Cody." "They are, indeed, sir, and I am glad to do all I can for them." "As I am, and I hope their visit there will be crowned with succes s "As I will see the gentlemen to-night, I will t ell them I sent you to bed, for I can see that you need rest badly," and the colonel extended his hand ;n good-night, for he had a great admiration and sincere friendship for the handsome and manly scout. Buffalo Bill was very willing to take the colonel's advice and g:o to his quarters for the night. He had been constantly in the saddle for days, had had little rest the night he was at Overland City, and at his camp on the way back, so even his iron frame was worn out. Eating a hearty supper, he retired, and was soon as sound asleep as a child, for within the fort he could dismiss all cares and fears, while without he had to sleep with an eye 0pen, as it were, and every sense on the alert. When he awoke in the morning, Buffalo Bill found slipped under his door two cards, one bearing a coat of arms, the other a crest. One card read: LoRD LUCIEN LONSFIELD, Colonel British Hussars. On the reverse side was written: Lord Lonsfield and Sir John Reeder d e sire the pleasure of 01ief of Scouts Cody to breakfast with them at IO, in their quarters. The other card read : SIR JOHN REEDER, Captain British Hus sars. "I shall accept the invitation, for it is a kindness I appreciate,'' said Buffalo Bill, and at the appointed hour he was about to leave his quarters when Sur geon Powell called. "Ho, Bill; glad to see you back again. "I saw the colonel last night, and he told me of your saving Lloyd. "You were in luck, but come, you are going with me to breakfast with Lord Lonsfield and Sir John and Captain Taylor and Lieutenant Onderdonk are to be there, so you will meet only the best of good fellows. "Are you ready?" "I am, and I feel like a morning glory, for I put in just ten hours of gilt-edged slumber last night." "You needed it, I am sure,'' and the two pards walked off together.. The quarters assigned the two Englishmen by Colonel Royal were about the most pleasant in the fort, a snug cabin, with five rooms, well furnished, and with a across the front and rear. Lord Lonsfield and Sir John met them at the door and greeted Buffalo Bill as they would a dear friend, and Captain Taylor and Lieutenant Onderdonk also welcomed him warmly, the former saying: "You had a little warpath all to yourself, Bill, the colonel said?" "Yes, sir; it looked like war for a minute, and I guess Paymaster Lloyd was glad of reinforce ments. "You just should have heard him yell, pray and swear at the driver as he ran away, hoping to coine back some other day and fight it out, at ieast, it looked to me as if that was what he was going for." "It's a wonder Lloyd did not shoot him." "I think he would have done so had he not expected to wreck the Whlille outfit and kill himself. "It would have done you good to see the regiment he raised to come out and rescue me. "They were nearly all drunk, and were mounted upon the coaqh horses and express ponies, with and without saddles and bridles. "But they meant well and Paymaster Lloyd seemed proud of being in c0mmand of a brigade." ''A brigade?" "VIT ell, then, half-a-dozen of them called each other colonel and nearly all the rest were captains. "I only wish you could have seen them." "I only wish we could." "They kept celebrating my rescue." ''Your re scue?" "Yes, sir; for they found me within half a mile of Overland City, and they celebrated all night, hunted for the driver of the coach to promote him to a tree, buried with great relish the dead outlaw, and then provided grave fruit for a couple of funerals the next day.

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20 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. "Overland City is a great place when it gets st<1 rted." All laughed at Buffalo Bill's stories of his experiences, and then sat down to breakfast. . As the best cook in the fort, Chips, a negro, had been detailed to care for the two Englishmen during their stay, the breakfast was something to remember, and all enjoyed it hugely, Lord Lonsfie ld and Sir John being surprised and delighted to discover in the scout a most charming companion, for he told :i good story, was very witty, and had a dry humor that seems a part of the nature of men brought up in the wild lif e upon the plains. The breakfast bei11g over and cigars lighted Lord Lonsfielcl said: "I wish to say n ow that our little group here are the ones that are to go upon this search after Ranger Golden, whose name has now become so familiar to you all, through Sir J oh n and myself clinging it into your ears. "The colonel has kindly allowed Captain Taylor, Li eutenant Onclerclonk, Surgeon Powell and twentyfour men of the captain's troop, with two non-commissioned officers, to accompany "As Chips and a comrade are also to go with us, along with a number of pack animals, we will form a very imposing party." "You have only to say the word, Lord Lonsfield, when you wish to start, for we will all be ready,'' Captain Taylor said. "I well know that, captain but now we must hear the report of our friend Cody on his mi ssion." "Certainly, sir," and, taking out his notebook, Buffalo Bill read the questions put to Boss Brewer by him, and the ansvvers to them. "There is no doubt as to the person being Ranger Golden, gentlemen, for of that we are assured, but we cannot, Sir John Reeder and I, understand about our kinsman's family. "Still, there is no reason why it should not be so. "Now, suppose we say start on the second day from this?" This satisfactory to all, and arrange mtmts were to be at once madt:t for the starti11g on the trail of the lost heir to an English title and estates, to find whom, or his fate, the Englishmen had g-one t o F ort Beal. CHAPTER CXL VIII. THE "DAUGHTER OF THE REGIMENT." There was at Fort Beal a young girl, wl10 was known as "Mustang Madge, the Daughter of the Regiment," and she called them all, save th' e cblonel, her "brothers," while she gave him the title of "Father." She was a waif o f the plai ns and Chaplain Burton and his wife had adopted her, while from the colonel to the sco uts and private soldiers, they a ll loYed her. It was some years before the time the two Englishmen went to Fort Beal to try to find a lost kinsman who had come to America and been traced to the far \i\Test, that the Fifth Cavalry, then stationed Omaha, was out on a hunt for reds kins, for they were raising Cain at that time. Crossing the prairie one night, they saw what was supposed to be a horse man. It was moonlight, and, as it was thought to be an Indian, the order was given to surround, and :oon the horse and rid e r were corralled. Imagine the surprise when they discovered a young girl of six years, tieci to the back of a mus tallg. She was in a Mexican saddle, the stirrups sqort ened to suit her. She was riding man-fashion and strapped to the saddle. A canteen of water was hanging at one side of the saclcllehorn, and upon the other a bag of course food, with an Indian whip fastened to her wrist. She gazed upon the soldiers in a wondering way, with her large, soulf ul eyes, and her lips quivered with fear at first, for she had evidently passed tbrough some terrible ordeal of horror and suffer ing. \i\That that ordeal was, no one knew; she could not tell, or would not. But her face was blanched from its recollection, I and once spoken kindly to, s he put her arms around Buffalo Bill's neck and burst into tears. Chaplain Ben Burton was along, and took the lit tle one in charge, and brought her to the fort She was strangely well dressed, and u po n her clothing was embroidered the name "Baby Madge," ,, hile about her neck hung a locket of gold, in whi c h was the miniature of a beautiful woman.

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THE BUFF f\LO BILL STORIES 2 1 Upon the locket was engra,en the words: Mother to Baby Madgl Chaplain Ben Burton had no children, and, as the Fifth adopted Baby Madge, she was given into the of Mr. and Mrs. Burton, who devoted their lives : o her. Of course, she belonged to the regiment, for all 1ad a claim on her. EYery soldier gave her a sa mte when meeting her, while the sentinels all pre;ented arms when she passed their posts, as though she were the commandant. She had an income, for each soldier of the Fifth c hipped in l\\enty-five cents a month, from his pay, rtnd the officers a dollar, which went to a fund for 1er. Such was the story of :Mustang Madge. But Madge had a rival in beauty and frontier ac complishments in Bessie Bond, the fair maid of Ranch Isle, a home where her mother had settled, some distance from the fort, a few years before. But, though visit.ing the fort, neither Bessie or her mother ever invited guests to their home. A t the fort, 'Bessie Bond had met Don Eduardo [Vincente, a Mexican gentleman, who had come with letters of introduction to the colonel, and who said his mission was only one of pleasure and sport, to see the wild life upon the plains. It was thought by many of the regiment that Mus l tang Madge had fallen in love with Don Eduardo, and the Mexican was accordingly unpopular. vVith this explanation of some of the more impor l tant characters in and near Fort Beal, I will go on my story as it happened in detail. It was late at night when the two Englishmen bade to Colonel Royal, expressing their apprecia1 tion of his many kindnesses and true hospitality over and over again, and started for their quarters to mount and away upon the trail of their missing insman, Ranger Golden. They had been told to leave thefr quarters as they 1 were, to carry nothing with them excepting camp raps, and to return to the fort to stay at their pleasure when some discovery had been made to their atisfaction about Golden being alive or dead. This they had done, and going to their quarters, hey found awaiting them there Captain Taylor, ieutenant Onderdonk and Surgeon Powell. "The men are ready to mount, gentlemen, the animals all packed, and we are awaiting Buffalo Bill," said Captain Taylor. ''Is it not strange of him to be behind hand?" asked Lord Lonsfi.eld. "It is, but I lia\'e received a line from him, telling me he had an important matter to attend to, and begging our consideration for d while." "Certainly. ,,.e can easily a\rnit his pleasure, and in the meantime ha\'e a glass for good luck," said Lord Lonsfield and they sat dowr. to the table together. The scout, however, ,...-as detained longer than he had exjYected to be. As he was preparing to start, there had flashe
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22 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "You may knovv both; but now to my visit to you, which is of importance." "You are not going to make love me as yo u shoot--offhand, are you, Bill?" "No; I have better sense for I would miss my aim yes, the target-while. as a scout of the Fifth, I am not making love to my daughter." "vVell sa id father." "Now to business. "I am going away for an indefinite time, and I wish to intrust you wit h a secret." "I am a woman you forget." "Yes, and one who can ke e p a secret." "Thanks." "I wish to tell you that I have no confidence m Don Eduardo Vincente." "Oh!" "Nor in Miss Bessie Bond." "Don't slander a woman, Cody. "You understand just what I mean, for you do not lik e her, or trust her, e ither." "Ah!" "It is true, for I have watched you closely." "As I am found out, I'll own up. "I cannot tell you no;y, Miss Madge, all the reasons I have for suspectiug them, or what I suspect them of, but I am sure that they knew each other before they came here, and I am almost sure that the Texan trader, N orval, is the brother of Bessie Bond." "Bill, I heard her call him brother yesterday." "As I did and with these points in our knowledge. and also that she meets Don Eduardo regularly i,1 Death Gap, it s h ows that they are leading a l ife of mystery." "It does." "If so, it is for some purpose. "If for a purpose, it cannot he a good one, or it would not be hidden. "I have certain beliefs and suspicions, which now I have not time to make known to you; but I a m not ac tin g vvholly blindly in this affair, and I ask you t o go on as before, but to be my scout upon them and jot down all that yo u see or hear. Can I depend upon you, lVliss Madge?" "Every time, Buffalo Bill, and I'll start upon the trail to-morrow; there's my hand upon it." "Well, good-by, my secret p ard, and when I return I am sure your woman's wi t ; n d tact will have made discoveries beyond my power to do so." A moment after the scout was gone, and, looking afte r him, Madge said, aloud: "So he suspects, too, as I have done?" When Buffalo Bill arrived at the Englishmen's quarters, he found them awaiting him. If impatient at the delay no one showed it, and Lord Lonsfield said, cheerily: "Come, Cody, join us in a glass to our success." "Thank you, Lord Lonsfield, and let me ask pardon of you all for m y delay, for I was unavoidably detained." "Do not speak of it, for there's no hurry, so we get out of the fort between midnight and dawn." "The hour wa s set for midnight, sir, and i t is noV1 nearly one; but I was afraid to go away and leav e so me scouting work undone which I had begun upon, and I had to find some one to put upon it. "I hope you did so." "Yes, sir, one of the best of scouts." "Then let us drir1k to light upon the blind trail." The g l asses clinked, the bumpers were drunk, and five minutes after, the party were in the saddle. The scout rode in the front, his cloak dra\vn about him, for i t was chilly, and Captain Taylor and Lord Lonsfielcl followed, Surgeon Powell, with Sir John next, and Lieutenant Onderclonk, with a corporal and twelve soldiers in the rear. Next came the negro se rvants and the pack ani mals, and the sergeant and twelve more troopers came behind, wit h Texas Jack, as far back as Buffalo Bill was in the lead, bringing up the rear. The scout l ed the force at a trot, for he wished to get well away from the vicinity of the fort by sunrise, so as not to be seen by any of tbe garrison or settlement that might be going about the neighborhood. CHAPTER CXLIX. THE PROOF. The party of searchers for some clew to the fate of Ranger Golden, went dangerous ly near to the Inqian country-in fact, to Massacr e Valley, the home of the settlement in which the \os t Englishman had had his home. They were watched by Indians, and discovering the fact that the redskins \Vere in force, Buffalo Bill led the expedition to a hill where they could fight off big odds. 1 He also said foat he had beeo told by an old trapper that, if he ever got into trouble with the Indians t here, to build a "three-snake fire," and the signal would bring to his aid a mountain cl weller known as "the \ Vhite Spirit," a man who h e ld great influ ence with the Indians. though not a renegade, but one who had some great sorrow in his life, which had driven him to shun his fellow-men. Buffalo Bill had confidence in the0 word of the old trapper, and he built the signal fire. But he was too good a scout to depend upon chance aid alone, and he said, as he knew there w;is no escape from the surrounding Indians, that he would make h i s way through the hostile iines capture a re dsk in's pony, and ride to the fort for a1d.

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THE BUFF J\LO BILL STORIES. 23 An Indian chief, approaching too near the party, ad been seen by Buffalo Bill, who crept out, and, a duel hand-to-hand, had killed the redskin. \!\Then night came, he shaved off his mustache ancl iperial, painted his face and, putting on the rig of e dead chief bade farewell to his comrades, and arted upon his perilous death gauntlet. He walked boldl y along in a circling direction, :is rough an Indian on the rounds, and soon came in light of the line. He was glad to see that it had been thinned to ,1 ntinel line at night only and, with a word to a war. or on his blanket, about being wounded in the foot, e mounted the hors e of the brave, and coolly rode way. At the timber belt, toward the lofty mountain nge, was the camp of the wounded, and he rode ithin the circle of the campfire' s light without a 1allenge, or a s u s pici o n was cast upon him that he a s not a redskin. He circled t o w ard the outer line, and when he sa w redskin sentinel nea r him, he called to him to come him as he was \vounded. "The Gray Eagle was scouting, and was shot with n arrow," h e s aid in his choicest Sioux. whether the sentinel knew the Gray Eagle or not, e believed the story, for he came and bent over the cout, a s he w a s l ying on the ground. The Indian made a mistake, and when he realized : e fact it was too late to help it. He found himself in a grip like a grizzly's, aml hen Buffalo Bill arose, the Indian was dead. Taking him in hi s arms, he bore him to the horse e:c timber. He had made up his mirtd to say that his red rother had been killed on the sentinel line, if met nd questioned. But he did not meet any one to offer an explanaion to, an.cl, finding that no redskins barred his way, ie led the horse rapidly on to a spot where he could onceal the body. This done, he was about to ride on, when he heard v oice say : vVho is my red brother, the chief?" The language was the Sioux, but the deep voice, he speaking of his "red brother" convinced Buffalo ill that the speaker was a white man. I am a chief of the Sioux," he answered. "So I know. and I asked your name. I am the pirit Chief of the mountain and valley. "Do you know me now?" Buffalo Bill answered in English: "I set a signal on th. e mound in the valley. Did u come here to answer it?" "Ah, you are no Indian?" "I am not," and Buffalo Bill had his revolver ady. "You are not Trapper Dick?" "No, but I am one whom Trapper Dick told how you-for I feel that it was you-sa, ed him from the redskins. "I set that signal to-clay as Trapper Dick told me to do." "You had faith and it has been rewarded. I am here to ans wer it. \i\Tho are you?" 'Buffalo Bill, men call me, and guide and scout to a party of besieged soldiers on the hill. I dressed up as an Indian to e s cape and go to the fort for aid, and met you. .. o n e ed of going, for I will aid you. "l know you well, Buffalo Bill, and the Indians fear you as they do an Evil Spirit." "But can you aid me and my comrades?" "I will sho\\ you. Get out of the clanger line here, and at sunrise return and vou will not find a redskin in the valle y .'' "If I o n l y could believe you." ''See here. Buffalo Biil 1 am a man who never intentionally told a lie. I am not a renegade, for I do not dwell am ongthe Indians, though I have done so. I am free a s the air, and hold a power over them they d a re not di s obey '\Vho are you?" "Nameles s and unkno\Yn. A man who has come to these wild s to spend the remainder of his days. \ man who long ago l e ft the world, and is ready to die when his ti .me comes v V ill you believe me?" "Yes; but you say you haYe lived among the Indians?" "I did so for years. "The Sioux?" "Yes, they named me the \Vhite Spirit of the :Mountains." ' \Vil! you answer me a question?" "Yes." "Have they any prisoners?" "\Vhite, you mean?" "Yes.' "They had." "But have none now?" "No; all are dead." "Diel they haYe a nian prisoner by the name of Ranger Golden?" "They had," was the reply. "And is he dead?" "Yes." "Can y .ou tell me aught of him, for Lord Lonsfield is with the soldiers now-he and Sir John Reederand they came here to find him, dead or alive, or some one of his family." "His family were massacred in the valley here, their home; he was taken prisoner, and, after a few years, died.'' "You know this?"

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2 4 THE BU ff ALO BILL STORIES. "I knew him well,)or I was with him when he gave up his life. "See here. I wear upon my finger a ring which ne gave me, so take jt to your English friends as a proof of his death.'' "\i\There was be burieC! ?'' "He was buried in the mountains." "Could you find his grave?" "No, not now; but I have here another memento of him-his wallet, with his will in it, and I have never parted with it. "That is certain proof, so take that to your English friends, along with the ring." "I have much to thank you for, sir, and I hope we may meet again, for you will go with me to the camp?" "No; I shun all men novv. We shall not meet a gain. Wait here, and when the sun rises return to your camp, for then there will not be a redskin in the valley. Good-by, Buffalo Bill." vVith this the man strode away in the darkness, and left Buffalo Bill to meditate upon his strange adventure. however, trusted .the strange man, and, wait ing till dawn, started back toward the camp. At last the valley was before him, and there was not an Indian in sight. On toward the mound rode Buffalo Bill, and as he d id so he beheld his comrades watching his coming. They, of course, supposed him to be an Indian, but, as he came alone, no one offered to shoot. "That's Buffalo Bill. He has run every redskin out of the valley," cried Scout Texas Jack. All greeted him with a cheer as he came nearer, and then they heard this very strange story of the remarkable man he had met in the timber. "Old Trapper Dick was right after all, for the sig nal fetched him, and no mistake," said Buffalo Bill. Those in the basin explained how Texas Jack, acting as scout, had reported the Indians moving before day, though for what purpose was not known. It was certain that every redskin was gone. Taking Lord Lonsfield and Sir John Reeder asidP,, with Captain Taylor, Buffalo Bill told them just what he had asked the strange man about Ranger Golden, and his answers. He then handed over the ring and the wallet, and, after glancing at them, both gentlemer. asserted that t he y knew the ring very well, and the wallet had the name of Ranger Golden upon it in gilt letters, much worn. Within were some papers and letters, and the will of the lost heir-leaving his property in England to his nearest kin At the end of the will was written: I married in America and had one child; but wife and child were massacred in my frontier home, a nd my death ends rny race. RANGER GoLDEN. "VI e need no further proof, for this is poor Ranger's writing," said Lord Lonsfield, and both he and Sir John Reeder were deeply affected. Though there was no reason for longer stay in the valley, they desired at last to go to the ruins of their kinsman's home, and Buffalo Bill guided the party thither. "I will have a monument carved and placed here," said Lord Lonsfield, and then, mounting their horses, the party started upon the return trail. Upon the. ir return to the fort, Buffalo Bill was appointe
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SEE PRIZE WINNERS ON PAG E 311 PRIZE ANECDOTE DEPAR1..,MENT. Boys, look on page 32 and see the announcement of the new contest. this con t est the most successful and far-reaching ever o nductcd. It rests with you to do can, because the first contest along the same lines has been a tremendous success. We propose to make it, but we know that you We still h a v e hosts of articles sent in in connection with the contest just dosed, and we will try to publish all the best ones before you send in your new stories. Here are some of those received this week. How it Feels to Be Shot. (By Montague E adie, Brooklyn, N. Y.) I have read No. 25 of Buffalo Bill stories, and as it is the first one I have read I thiuk it is very good, and I am going t o try to win one of your prizes that you offer by telling of an experience that happeued to me. On the 28th day of August, 1 891, a friend of mine and myself vl'ere together mostly all day having some fun. My friend had a revolver which belonged to his father. It was a .38 ca li be r. All at once he pointed the pistol at me, and I said to him, ''Put that thing down; it might go off aud that would be the end of me," and he said, "It loaded." The first thing I knew the pistol went off, and it n1ade a report that s ounded for two or three blocks. I felt a stinging s ensa t ion i11 my mouth which was terrible As I livd on the same block my friend took me h om e. 'fhe next day I was taken to the hospital and was operated on a n d the bulle t extracted (it l odged in my throat). I rallied from the operation, and the surgeons said I would r ecove r I wasn't able to talk for three days, and it left me with two f)econd teeth out and my gum split apart. Of course my friend did not mean to do it. Some people may think it isn't anything to be shot, but I wouldn't go through it again for a thousand dollars. I\ Chicken Stealer Trapped. (By W. E. Strickland, Texas.) OnP. ni ght a neighbor'_s boy, my brother and I were ant h uuting. The neighbor had just moved on to a farm that adjoined ours. He claime d to be very bold and said he was as game as auy boy. Oue night we were out hunting and the boy whose name was John, said, 'Let's have a chicken roast.'' I said, A ll ri ght," J oh n said, "Let's s t ea l the chicken from Mr. Laudram." I sa id I didn't waut to steal a chicken from my neares t nei g h bors. The next day I went over to Landram's house aud told his eldest b oy, A l, that John wanted to steal a chicken from them Al laughed an d said we could have a bushel of fun out of it, if we could get him to go with u s to steal a chicken, for he w o uld shoot three or four shots over our heads just to scare him. We soon bad t he trick pla1111ed ou t to perfection. and all was ready now to ba\ e the fuu. My brother, F loyd, and I went down tq John's house and told him we were going hunting. About half an hour later we were all three over in Landram's pasture, back of his field. There we stopped to rest and build a fire Finally John said: ''Will, you know what you sa,id last night a bou t the chicken roast?" I told him that I remembered it, and I had just as soon get one from Landram's as n o t. That p l eased J oh n and in a few moments we had it all planned and were crawling up to an old shed where the chickens were. I told J ohn and Floyd to hold up the wire. But in of catching the chicken b y the neck I caught an old heu by th e leg, and I ne\er heard so much squalling. Out c a me A 1 and fired three shots in quick succession. John dropped the wire. I n ever saw a boy run so fast in all my lif e as he did Why, he fairly flew. The bars were about t e n feet high, but be went through them like an old cow Why, we must have beard him running for half a mile. The next day be came up to our house. He looked like a whipped dog. He said he lost his cap there in the :fieid, aud he has never found it to this day. I\ Runaway in the Snow. (By H arry West, Grand Ledge, Mich.) My father and I had been to Hoytville on a visit and were r eturning home. 'fhere was no railroad running from Hoytville to Muliken, so we rode over with the mail carrie r. It h a d been snowing hard the night before we started, and the roa d was blocked up with snow and bad to be opened. 'fhe sleigh got into a hole and the h ors e got scared and jumped into a drift. My father and the driver got out, but I was not so lucky. With me under the sleigh, the horse starte d down the road. It was not a delightful ride, I can tell you, b11t a t last he broke lose and jumped a fence and ran to th e other s id e of the field. 'fhe men turned over the sleigh and got me out, the n we started for Muliken OD foot. \ Chased by a Bull. (By Grover Phillips, Macon Ill.) One day I was out in a large pasture c hasing grot rnd sq uirrels with my dog. T h ere was a large h e r d of cattle i n tlie pasture, but I did not know any of them w.-..s cross. A rabbit jumped u p and my dog started to him. I began t o yell at the dog, when a large red bull

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26 THE BUff ALO BILL STORIES. from the herd thought I was makiug too much racket, I for he suddenly started for me as fast as he could run. I saw )Jim coming, and I was just about one hundred yards from the fence a n d he was about one hundred and fifty or two hun' drecl when he started. I made a break for the fence, for I did uot fancy his catching me just then. I got within twenty-five or thirty yards of the fence and he was not yery far behind me when I slipped an d fell down. I tl1011ght I was a goner then. Just then my dog came nmn i n g between me and the bull. The bull iu s tead of going after me started after the dog. As soo n as I got up I rau to the f ence and climbed over it. The bu ll chased the dog through the feuce and I went home. You can just b e t that was the la s t time I went over into that pasture while that bull was in there. I\ Boy Who Ran Away. (By W. E. Wakefield, J1'., Bi loxi, Miss.) This incident bappeue d dming the yellow fever epidemic They had guards on the dividing line between Biloxi and the ca1.np groltnd, and or other one e vening I got mad at home \\ith the people, and I thought I would run away. So I started out. I took the Shell Road to Gulf Port. It took me one night a i1d a day to get there, a nd when I got there I t ook the boat to Ship Island. T here was a s torm co111ing on and as we got in the mic)dle between the two ports the wind began to blow and tbe rain came down in torrents. The first thing we knew we were all ov erboard. But luck came my way, and I canght h o ld of a piece of wood, and kept on top, and the men 011 S hi p I sland saw us aud sen t after u s I went back on tile next boat to Biloxi, an d I never ran away again. Take my advice, boys and never run away. I\ fight With a Dog. (B>' Arnold L angnm, Spring Vall ey, Minn.) One fine October day I was out sqtiirrel hunting up in the woods not very far from towu. There was a farmer up there who li\ed not yery far from where I was j ust then. had heard tha t he had owned a large mastiff that had gone mad not very long before, and the farmer s h o t him. I found out that he had thrown tbe dead dog into a ravine not very far off, and so I determined t o go over there and see the body When I got there I saw a lot of blood-stained lea\es, but no dog. I as about to walk off when I heard such a strange sound that it seerued as if my hair stood straight upon my head. I jumped around and then, standiug about thirty feet away s t ood the same old dog, every hair bristling up, with bloodshot eyes and jaws wide. open as if the best thing he would like to do would be to chew me u p. I jumped and ran up that bank in a second Wbcn I got to the top I looked around and there came that dog on the dead tun straight for me, his head high in the air and his jaws chopping fearfully. I brought my rifle to my shoulder and firc:d, but it never stopped him a bit. He came ou aud I raise d my. rifle and waited. When he got almost up to me h e gathered himself up an
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THE BUFF /\LO BILL STORIES. 27 and gave chase. I dodged under the bridge. He thought I had gone across, and away he went across and when he got out of sight I jumped out and ran for borne as fast as my legs could carry me. So I got away from him that day, but every time he saw me he would chase me, s o that I bad to keep out of his way for the rest of the winter, and ht:! told me this summer, if he had caught me be would have killed me. Hereafter I will leave him alone, for bis legs are long, and I may not be lucky enough to get away from him next time. Charlie's Frog Story. (By Charles Hulse, Philadelphia, Pa.) I would like to try for one of your prizes. About ten years ago my father and I used to go frogging in what we call the neck. One day when we just got done frogging and were coming home, I saw a small frog and asked father to get him for me alive to have some fun. I took him home, and after playing with him for several days put him down in the cellar and forgot all about him. About six months ago I saw the floor rising and told my father about it. So he goes and tears up the floor, and imagine my surprise when there was a giant frog. It took six carts to haul away bis remains. We had to tear down the front of the house to get the frog out. I told this to a friend, and he told me to bat another one out. Caught on a Trestle. (By William E. Duersteiu, Buffalo, N. Y.) The time my story begins was au icy cold morning in January. The ground was slippery and icy. Before going a n y further with my adventure I will describe the bridge wliicb has no uninteresting part in my story. It was a curved bridge about 380 feet l ong and consisted of 380 ties, thus giving it the name of ''The 380 Tie Bridge." Between these ties a man's body could easily fall through into the waters of Buffalo River, below. My frit:!nd and I were crossing this bridge to save about a mile's walk and we did not see au engine coming until it was nearly upon the bridge, because the curve hid it from view. My friend aud I were about half-way across when we heard the whistle of tbe locomotive. I tell you, fello\Ys, it was a time I will never forget. My fri e nd was quick to act. "Jump, Bill! It is our only chauce," he cried. Jump we did Downinto the river shot our bodies. Coming to t he s urface, we s.truck out for shore, but it seemed like getting from one danger iuto the other, for we were in danger of b eing ru11 clown by a steamer, but fortunately we were picked up by a rowboat. It w as a happy miuute whe11 I saw I was saft:!. Now I would rather walk a mile forther than cross "The 380 Tie Bridge." Caught in a (By William B. Hosmer, Jr., Brooklyn, N. Y.) I b e li e ve I have had one of the most p eculiar and at the same time thrilling adventtires that ever fell to the l o t of anv perRon. It happened in this m nnne1: One beautiful Sundaj rooming last April I went to a friend's house, intending to go with him to church. Neither of us was very anxious about attending the service, and we both were delighted when l\'ir. Russ el told his son Harry to go and open some unoccupied houses, so that the people might inspect them. There were about four houses to visit, and when we came to the last we thought it would do no harm to rest a while. I don't know that the weather affected our spirits, but I do know that we both felt pretty gay, so when I proposed a trip upstairs my friend at once agreed. We were about to ascend the stairs when I thought it might be fuu to go in the dumb-waiter. We acted upou my sugge8tion ancl began to haul ourselves up. We reached the top at last and I was about to step off when a very wild-looking tramp ran out of one of the rooms and shoved me back. Whether he meant to cut the brake rope or simply to frighten us, I do not know, but he had a knife in his hand, and he did cut the rope. We began to descend, gathering speed every second. Now that it is over, I cannot realize the danger. We must have passed through on that little waiter with scarcely enough room to stand on. Why, fellows, it wns almost as bad as falling off a house four stories high. I remember holding niy breath and waiting for the final crash that would end. our careers; but it never came. The ends of the brake were not nailed, anrl by some lucky chance the groove in the dumbwaiter caught in it, and so brought us to a rather sudden but not immediate stop. We scampered from the house off .to church, and our parents were never the wiser for our adventure. The Ottawa Fire. (By Roscoe Mills, Ottawa, Ont.) I have read quite n few of those Buffalo Bill stories, and noticed on the last few pages stories of experience of young boys, and thought I would give au account of my experience in the great Ottawa fire. After school was out, at twelve o'clock that day, I saw smoke in the direction of Hull. Fire and furniture vans aud wagons were going in the direction of the fire, so I got on one and went over to Hull. The whole place was a scene of confusion. '!'he buildings were ablaze and people were rekeatiug over the bridge so I started over along with the rest, when suddenly a '\'\'Orn Rn fell ngninst me and I noticed that she had fainted, with a child in he1 arms, and if left there both would be burned in about ten minutes. So, taking off my cap, I filled it with water out of n poo l and threw it in her face, and in a minute she r e vived, and I took tlie child and wnlked across the bridge, which was burning and singeing my hair. There a policeman relieved m e of my burden by taking the child and woman away to a place of safety. Later in the afternoou I gave aid to save goods from a building which was burning fnst. In the Path of Stampeding Steers. (By Ernest Pitchlynn, Caddo, I. T.) I am a constant reader of most all of your books and I happenecl to notice your prize anecdote contest .. I read most all of the experiences, and think some of them very exciting. What I am nbout to write about happene(.l in the fall of r897. One night a con si n of mine came to my house to get me to go hunting with him. I got fixed for the. trip, took a lantern and started out.. We \Y.cre h a lf of the night ro:iming around in the woods anrl had pretty good luck, catching a few polecats, two minks and a nt11nber of 'poss um s But when we started h.ome it began to get cloudy and began to lightning and thunder. We had to come through a large pasture before we got to any road. W ell, we had got about one mile from the timber when we l1ear d !\ great noise, s o we put out the lantern nnd then we could see what was haJ?pening. About 300 yard& ahead of us we could see about 300 or 400 big four-year-old steers stampeding nnd we didn't know what to do, so we started' to get to the timber when I foll in a ditch about four feet deep. The cattle were :ilmost at our. heels, so \Ye had fo Jay down in thflt ditch to escape being crnshed to death. When they had gone it was at least half an hour before I could move. and when I could, I tell you I moved in a hurry.

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) BOYHOODS OF FAMOUS This department contains each week the story of the early career of some celebrated American. W akh for the.st stories and thtm, boys They are of the most fascinating interest. Those alrtady published are : No. J-Buffalo Bill; No. 2 -Kit Carson ; No. 3Texas Jack; No. 4-Col. Danit! Boone; Nos. 5 and 6-Da.vid Crockett; No. 7-General Sam Houston; Nos. 8 and 9-Lewis Wetzel; Nos. JO and JtCapt. John Smith; No. n-Wild Bill. No. 13.-Dr. Frank Powell. (THE SURGEON SCOUT. ) "WHITE BEA VER," THE WHITE CHIEF OF THE WINNEBAQOES. It wottld be impo. sible tb give a bette1 pen-picture of this remarkable man and of his present home in the beautiful and thriving city of La Crosse, Wisconsin, than to copy two news paper sketches that appeared some time since. '!'he writer of this far too s hort biographical sketch has known Dr. Powell, the "Sul'geon Scout"-ex surgeon U. S army-in his wild frontier life, as well as visited him in his J,a Crosse home, and no truer pard, braver man or delightful companion h e evel' knew, while his life on the plains has been one of daring li.d\'ent11re and strangest i'omance, as will be told briefly in these pages. The La Crosse Chronicle says in its pen-picture of him : "At a late hour Saturday night there called at the Ohronicte office a tail, athletic-looking man, strnight as an arl'ow, with lo_ng black,. wavy hai.l' hanging clo_wn upon ttis shoulders, and w!thal as fine a specnuen phystcal manhood as one wish to see. So hgbt was lns step upon the office floor that 1t was 1'16t tlntil the 1ich tones of his voice fell upon the ear of the lohely pencil-shover t .hat his presence was made known. He was a se eke1 after inforniatfon. and, having obtained it, bis exit was o.s silent as his entrance, and it was not until the early streaks of dawn announced the near approach of the Sabbath day that the chronicler was made aware that he had been honored with a visit from Nop-ska or White Beaver, Grand Sachem of the Winnebagoes. "A man of sttpel'b physical proportions, he has the physique of a giant, with the voice, gentleness and gn1ce of a woman. There is something irresistibly nttractive in his appearance, and a magnetis m in his manner that makes llim a natural leader and almost ttnivetsally esteemed. He is a man who would attract attention among a thousand, and that not from any oddity of dress, for he is plainly at.tfred in a modest suit of gray, btit from his noble Cllti'iage and commanding prestince. "This quiet, unobtrusive, thoi'oughbred gentleman has not alw11y!i been tbtls, howeve1-, for his life has been fuU Of peril, and shadows have falle.n 11po11 him as often as the sunshine, giving to his face n tinge of melanOholy." A Jepoi'ter of the Milwaukee Sentvnet visiting this noted man in his holne thus speaks of hfs tepee: "The wall!> of his sttange dwelling are hung with all soHs of things. Here ate bt1ckskin coats and leggins all Hmclfully \vrought with handiwork, There, festrooned with the scnlps of the bra\>es htl trlet in battle, is the of Wild the greatest chieftai11 of the once Pawnees. Ne11.r thli; trophy hangR a bottle or clem1iohn taken from the A:.1tec t'tiins of Mexico, made of plaited glass, or willow, and Hnet1 with bit11tnetl, perfectly watertight and in a gooct state of preservation. Suspended below this is a little model ontloe, and it contains the most terrible relic of all l!kllll of Little Crow, t.he dread leader of the horrible Slou:k in this State. Scalping knives an'ows and pipes, some cf recent origin, some taken from mounds and supposed to have been buried with their owners perhaps thou sands of years ago. "On tlie window leclges, brackets 11nd stands Rre geological speci mens, and relics from all over the great West, the Yel lowstone Park, Pike's Peak, Garden of the Gods and Yosemite Valley. Among this singular conglonieration al'e the types of the highest !;tage of civilization and culture. There an oil painting, and here and there a good steel engrav ing or photograph adorn the wHlls. Running from one part of the room to another, and piling one thing after ano,ther into my hand, lllld talking with an enthusiasm that is contagious, is this paradoxical Indian leader and Indian fighter, the savior of scores of lives, yet with the blood of many upon bis hands." Dr. Powell was born in 1845, in New York State, his father being a Scotchman and his mothe1 the daughter of a great Seneca Indian chief. 'l'he doctor has two brothers, both living and also one-time plainsmen, now living civilization-one, George Powell, is known as "Texas Night Hiiwk," nnd "Night Hawk George;" the other, William Powell, who has won the names "Bl'onco Bill" and "Handsome Will." From their fat"m in Sullivan County, New York, Mrs. Powell and her thl'ee sons-the eldest, Frank, just fourteen-started by six horse team ancl o u horseback, to eruigmte to the far West, some fifty yeal'S ago. Catnping by night, hunting by day, and all greatly enjoying the trip, the three boys espe cially, as the Indian blood in their veins had made them rovers by nature. Their father was dead, and theit mother, the daughter of a great Seneca chief, felt that she could bette1 her condition by going West, though her husband had left her in comfortable circumstances. One day the Powell outfit came to a long bridge across a stream, and had gotten nearly acr6ss when a party bf horsemen and sevetal vehicles drove on at the othet end, a voice calling out : "Drive on, for the gipsies shall back off!" Frank Powell was on horseback behind the large wagon bis mother was driving, and he sptlri'ed to the front. "We have the right of .vay my son, but g6 slow," said the mother. "And we'll keep it," anno11ncec1 Frank. The party was evidently a company going to some entertain ment, ancl urged by their leader they pushed on, until Frank called out: "Keep off, please, for we have the right of "You back off, for we \viii not," cried the leader. ''You saw us hulf across the bridge before you started; my mother is driving, and we cannot go back." "Yoti shall, for 1 will make you," and the man raised bis heavy whip. "Hold On, for you cannot scare us, or force us."

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIESo 29 "Do yoti clnre me, :rem emigrnnt's cub, gipsey, or whatever you are," and the man whirled his whip. "No, but if you strike me you must take the consequences. I warn you." "I will knock you from your horse." "If you nttempt it I will kill you." was the determined an swer, ancl Frank raised his rifle. "You are a coward." "Yes, I am a boy and you a man; but I'll fight you fair to see who backs off." "Put up your gun then," and the man was upoh his mettle, with all watching him. In a moment the two stood facing each other, time was called, and in Jess than a minute the man was whipped. "Now beg my mother's pardon," said Frank. "I won't." "Then you'll have to take more of it," and the fight was renewed, Mrs. Powell calmly looking on, for she well knew thnt Frank was a giant in strength and quick as a panther. "I beg your pal'don, ma'am," shouted the man. "It is granted-cnu I dress yot11 cut. face, sir, for I have everything with me to do so," said Ml's. PQwell. "No, I want nothing mol'e to do with you," was the angry reply "Then back off this bridge, for you'll have to," said Frank. Then slowly the 110 longer gay party backed off the bridge, and the Powell!! drove on to a camping-place for the night 011 a small stream in a grove. The m;rn who had brought the trouble upon himself, had said in a low tone: "You'll pay for this." This threat put Finnk on his guard, for the man had turned back to his home, not being presentnble for 11 merry-making. It wns a moonlight night, and Frank was on watch when he saw helrsernen appear, dismount and hitch their horses. He at once ran and aroused his mother and brothers, and returned to his post,. The men crept nenrer and nearer and one said aloud: "We'll clean out the outfit." "Don't do it if you \vish to live," cried Frank, and yells and shots answered him. 'fhen Frnnk fired, and his shot was fatal to his enemy of the afternoon, nncl Mrs. Powell and her other two boys came upon the scene and answered the fire of lhe midnight marauders, while the two large dogs also joined in the fight. But with two of their numbe!' dead, two more wounded and feal'ing now other fatal shots, the lrnlf-dozen ruffians lost interest in the game and fled for their lives. The PoweJJs hnd only defended thcmsel ves ngainst murderers, and just as their foes fled up came the party of merry" makers on their rctt11n home. "What does this mean?" cried a number of voices. "Your friend Tracy came with half.a-dozen men and attacked our camp," said Prank quietly. ''No, no, he would .not do such an act," cried one, and others said the same. "See if he is not the man I killed-he lies there, and another with him." The men were found, and one was Trncy, the other one of a gang of village roughs. The meny-tnakers could no longer doubt, and placing the bodies in a carriage they drove on, sad at heart. Of course, the officers of the law cnme soon to the scene. But when tnken to the village for trial the party of merry-makers all told the tt-uth, and the Powells were not held, ns it wn s a clear case of self-defense. This wns the first deadly affair in Frank's life, hut as he said to the writer: "It seems that a cruel destiny beyond my control has made me a slayer of men." Several years passed away, and the Powell family after going South, went West, meeting with many adventures. Frank bad not only become noted as a rider nnd shot, a youth of wonderful strength ns well, but he was a natural doctor and studied hard to learn nil that he could. His knowletdge of herbs and their merlicinal properties was wonderful, while he took a great interest in surgery, and soon became known as the "Boy Doctor." With a pleasant voice, magnetic manners and as gentle as a girl, he was yet dangerous to arouse. \ He was generous to a fault, ever rendy to do a favor, take the side of the weak nud risk his life for another. His mnny life-saving exploits won for liim the title of the "Boy Life Saver." But the pwise he received did not spoil him, and he was ever modest of his deeds of dating. One night he volunteered to be a death-watch over the body of an old miser who had died in his old, rambling house and who was detested by every one. It was said that the old house was haunted, ancl so the miser had bought it cheap. Prank Powell was left alone in the house with the dead, and aft.er thrnwing some logs on the fire, he lnid down upon the l'ickety sofa to sleep, for the night was stormy and the wind howled dismally without. He was awakened by the door opening and saw two men enter, one of whom whispered: "His cot is in the alcove-do your work quick." '!'he miser's body Jny upon the cot, a sheet drawn over it, and as the man, knife in hand, crossed the floor, Ft'ank grasped his revolver and springing to his feet cried: "Drop that knife quick!'' The mnn uttered an oalh nnrl 1ushed toward the youth, splenc1irl nerve nnd presence of mind crime to his aid, for seeing the second man turn to lly ln\ck to the door, at the same time drawing a pistol, Frank fir s t turned the weapon on him nnd fired. He fell in a heap, as Frank knew he would, while the man now near with uptaiserl knife heard the words: "Drop your knife or I will kill you!" There was that in the boy's face that caused the man to obey. "Now step over there and lie flat on your face!" With an oath, the man did as told, and going to the cot, Frank took the sheet off of the dead, cut it in long, narrow strips with the man's knife, and wetting these in a. bucket of wnter he bound the hands of the intended murderer securely behind his back, tying his feet as well. "Your pard does not need tying," he said, as he felt the pulse of the man, while the prisoner gasped: "Is old Kent dead?" "Yes, and so is your cotnrnde! But you don't mind dead folks, do yoti?" "Yes, I don'tJrnnker after them." "Yet you intended to kiil Miser Kent, and me, to.; but you'll have to stand it until morning, for I am the watch here." ,; "And you've got more nerve than I ever ran against be fore.'' "I have no fear of dead folks, and I am going to sleep," and the boy did, nfter again looking to the bonds of the man. With the dawn the undertaker came, and he went after the constnble, who recognized the two men as a pair of wild young fellows rapidly going to the bnd; and Frank wen the praise and admiration of all fo1 his exploit, while he thus saved the miser's money kept in the old house fot poor and deserving kindred. One day as Frank was returning home from a bttnt with a game bag full, he was hailed from a large traveling carriage and asked where lodgings could be found for the night. "My mother will be glad to take you," he said. "Good! and she'll be well pnid for it." "'l'hen go on to the village six miles from here, for my mother does not sel1 her hospitality;" was the bot rep1y. The tinveler asked pardon. Frank got up with the driver and drove the pnrty to his home, where the gentleman and his family were made welcome, and the youth was delighted to find that the g uest was n doctor. When they left, t .hree days after, for their home in Louisville, Frank went with them to study medicine in the doctor's office, and he began his work with a wiU, for his mother had been the teacher of himself and brothers. and given him a very fair education. During his years ns a student of medicine Frank Powell had an exciting time, as one who disliked him planned to frighten him with a ghost, as he slept in Dr. Gibbon's office The bullets were drawn from the revolver Frank kept at the head of bis bed, and when in the dead of night tdie "ghost" appeated, and after a warning that he would shoot, and he did so, firing. six times and he_aring no sound, and the ghost

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30 THE BU ff J\LO BILL remaining.he sprang fro m his b e d, seiz ed a shotgun and pulled trigger. 'l'he shotgun had b een forgotten by thos e who played the joke, and loaded with bu c k s h o t it. kille d t h e ghost," who proved to be a fellow student. 'fhe affair deeply p ained Frank Powe ll, but be was not considered to blame in the matter. At a tournament given b y the young men Frnnk Powe ll won all of the prizes, and when at last graduation d n y came he carded off the first honors. A full-fledged d octo r, he m ade a visit to his mother at the Western home and having received an appointment as surgeon in the United States army, in the cavalry, he went to his post of duty at Fort McPherson. Though but twenty-one, Frank Powell's stern face had an olden look; but from the very first he became a "popular idol" with the officers and men at the post. It was there that he fir s t met Buffalo Bill, then winning fame as a scout, and the two became devoted friends, the sur geon after accompanying Cody upon his mos t dangerous scout ing expeditoins. His early experience, defiance of danger and deadly aim, made him quickly learn what it was to trail a fo e and his In dian blood soon brought him fame as an Indian fighter. With Buffalo Bill as his friend and companion on many a long and deadly trail, in which the two splendi d plainsmen stood at bay time and again against fearfnl odds, and with Frank Powell's fearless and strong nature, it was not to be wondered at that he rapidly made for himself a name, and de served the title given him of the Surgeon Scout. After a very s evere Indian fight, in whic h he had been in the lead in the charge upon t h e rcdskius village, a11d many were killed and more seriously wounded upon both sides, S ur geon Powell forme d his camp and had the wounde d brought there, at once going to work, rapidly y e t s!,:illfully, upon officers, men and the enemy. A popular young offic e r with his men was taken out of his place in line and brought before o t h ers to the gallant s u rgeon, who ordered stemly: "Take that m a n b ack, sir, until his turn. "But it is Lieutenant Gray, sir!" "I know, and one of my b est friends. But I know no rank, nor creed, nor color in my work, sir," answered the Surgeon Sf:!out, and he turned to some soldie r s who liad just brought girl securely bound. release that girl at once for we do not war against women-the man who does loses his manhood-quick! set her free!" said the Surgeon Scout, with more s t ernness than was usual with him. The girl was release d, and she at o nce went to the-side of an ,aged, white-haired chief -"Set that old chi e f free als o, for a g e should be res p ected under all circumstances!" '.rhe order of the Su r g eon Scout was obeyed, and thes e acts of kindness and justice on his part made him the more 1espected by brother officers and men. As Dr. Powell dressed well, always looked neat and well groomed, while his saddle, bridle, weapons and outfit were of the Yery best, his brother officer s bestowed upon him the name of" Fancy Frank," in riddition to tha t of the Surgeon Scout, and in a number of borde r tales, sketches and poems he h a s been made to appear under this name. The mannerin which Surgeon Powell won his Indian names, Iron Face and White Beaver, the latter being the one by which he is best known, proves his wouderfol nerv e and utter disre gnrd of his own life. At one time he was criptu1 ed by the Si oux, after a most de s perate encounter with a number of brav es, and five of whom he killed. When overpowered at last, he was perfectly calm, and the Indians could not see the sign of dread in his face. H e wa s taken to their village and preparations "ere at once hegun to torture him to death. But his face was still as serene as a May morning. At last all hope seem e d gone, but still he could be made to show no fear and a chief riding up on the surgeon's own hors e stood looking at him and said: "The great white chief is a great brave. My people shall remember him as the Iron Fac e But Frank Powell was keeping up much thinking. He saw that the chief was in possession of his weapons as well a s his horse, saddle and bridle. His knife was hanging by a string to the chief's belt, and the warriors about him were not armed, never dreaming that e s c ape was possible. His intended executioners had released his bonds on wrists and ankles, to tie him down on his back to stakes. A deat h when fighting for life wa s better than to die by torture, and h e determined to risk that one chance in a hundred. He called out that he wished to talk, to speak to the chief, and limping b .adly he move d toward him, slowly at first, then with a bound was up behind him, the knife was jerke d loose and driven home into the body of the chief, Frank Powell holding on until be could take his own weapons, Rnd then hurling him to the ground, a s his splendid hors e b ounded on, h e settle d himself in the saddle, and a revolver in each hand, opened a deadly fire upon every brave in sight. It was a d esperate chance, but the newly-named Iron Face won, and two days after, wounded and half-starved he re turne d to the fort. The name of White Beaver was bestowed in honor upon Surgeon Powell for a great serv ice rendered the Winnefiag o Sionx. An epidemic of smallpox had broken out in the Winnebag0 villages and t h e sco urge was kilting them off by hundreds Wi t h his usu a l disregard o f self and utter recklessness, Surgeen Powell left the fort t o g o to the village of the hostiles. He fearlessly ente r e d the lines of his foes, asked to be taken to the head chief, and boldly told him that within a time he could stop the ravages of the dread disease; but 1 not they had him in their power. 'rhe chie f listened, had heard of the "Might y Medicine Man of the Palefaces and told him to set to work, for his best medicine men w ere themselves victims of the disease. With the vaccine h e h a d brought from the fort, the remarkable sight was the n b eheld of a white man, the foe of the Indians, vaccinating young and old. H e explained to them just what the reAttlt would be, and, within the specified time the diseaA e began to los e its epidemic form, was then checked, and health came back once more to the stricken village. So pleased were all, so d elighted was the head chief that he bestowed upon Surgeon Powell the great Indian honor of wearing the robe of twelve white beaver skins, and named him "The White Beaver," a sacred animal with the Indians. That robe i s carefully treasured to-clay by the Surg e o n Scout, a.nd he still h olds the rank of Great Medicine Chie f of the Winnebagoe s, who, as a tribe, visit him every year for a couple of we e k s, going into camp upon his lands near La Crosse, and supported for the time at his expense. Such, in fa c t, is the strange story of Dr. Frank Powell, several times Mayor of La Crosse, Wis., and now a practicing physician in that cit y and the Northwes t but who still loves to talk over with his old pards of the plains the thrilling days when he was known as the Surgeon Scout. I\ Dangerous Log Ride. (By Frank A. Booth, Montreal, Canada.) One fine afternoon in August last year I and some other campmates got on a pile of logs on a log jam. The river was vel'y swift at that particular place, but the l ogs were h eld in place by means of booms and pi e rs. The logmen had just come, and bu<'l begun to work as we came down. I was standing on a large log watching them when all at once the strain on the boom b e c a m e t o o muc h and it broke, letting the logs go down strea m a s it did so. We all floated on for a ways when the log I was on being on the outside got a way from the rest. I did not notice it until too late. I looke d where I was going and found my log was heading for the worst pnrt of the river. The water \Hts running very swift at this place and, there were rocks. I had a rough time, I can tell you, going throug h this place, and I hurt my foot on one r ock. When I got through all right I jumped off the log and swam to the other logs. Then I got on 'them a ml thence got ashore, where I limped t o camp. The fellows teased me about it, but I did what no one el s e iu the camp did. But I don't want to do it again, though

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THE WINNERS IN THE Prize Anecdote Contest. Here are the winners, boys, in the Contest which closed December rst, for the best anec dotes. So many stories were received, numbering many thousand, that it was clearly impossible to publish even all of the best ones, and the contestants who saw their anecdotes in the Prize Anecdote Department will see h o w lucky they were However, the prize winners have been chosen from all of those who entered. We take great pleasure in announcing that the winners of the two first prizes, who each receive a first-class Spalding Athletic Sweater, are: HARRY C. ENYARD, Harrison, Ky., for his s tor y entitle d "Caught in a Cyclone," publishe d in No. 31. HOWARD PILCHARD, Pomeroy, 0., for his story en titled "Entombed in a Coal Mine, published in No. 28. The winners of the second prizes, who each re ceive a pair of Raymond's All-Clasp, Ball-Bearing Roller Skates, are: Ben J Friley, Catlettsburg, Ky.; William B Hosmer, Jr., Brooklyn, N Y. The winners of the third prizes, who each re ce ive a pair of Winslow's Speed Extension Ice Skates, are : Arthur Grosvenor, Pomfret Centre, Conn.; W. E. Rizer, W i ch i t a Kansas; Fred Reitz, Fort Wayne, Ind.; Starr Thayer, Rock Valley, Io\\'a; Ernest Pitchlynn, Caddo, I. T. The winners of the fourth prizes, who each re cei ve a 12-inch Long-Distance Megaphone, are: Robert E. Holley, St. Louis, Mo.; Walter R. Branham, Peru, Ind.; Harry Brown, Fordham. N. Y.; Ira J. Patterson, Fetterman, Pa.; Frank A. Booth, Moutreal, Canada; Burton La Roy, Orilla, Ontario; Montague Eadie, Brooklyn, N. Y.; Thomas Durham, Pierson, Iowa; L H. Bradshaw, Shreveport, La.; W. E. Strick land, Ellsworth, Tex a s Hats off to the winners I They have won the pr:izes on their merit. Their stories were graphic and thrilling. We congratulate them And now for the new Contest, wh ich promises to be even more successful. Everybody get aboard! NEW PRIZE CONTEST. Who Has Had the Most Exc'iting Adventure? Handsome Prizes Given Away for the Best Anecdotes. ; HERE IS THE FLAN! Boys, yott have all had some narrow escapes, some danger ous adventures in your lives! Perhaps it was the capsizing of a boat, or the scaling of a cliff, or a close shave in a bttrning building, or something else equally thrilling! Write It Up Just As It Happened I We offer a handsome prize for the most exciting and bestwritten anecdote sent us by any reader of BuFFAJ,o BILL WEEKLY. 'l'he incident, of course, must relate to something that happened to the writer himself, anti it must also be strictly true. It makes no difference how short the articles are, but no contribution must be longer than 500 words S e nd in your anecdotes at once, boys. We are going to publish all of the best ones during the progres s of the contest. Remember: Whether your contribution wins a prize or not, it stands a good chance of being published, together with your tiame. HERE ARE THE PRIZES! The Two Boys who send us the best anecdotes will each receive a first-class Spalding Standard Athletic Sweater, made of t .he finest Australian lambs' wool, exceedingly soft. Rull fashioned to body and arms, and without seams of any kind. Colors: 'vVhite, navy blue, black and maroon. The Two Boys who s end us the next best anecdotes will each receive a pair of Raymond's All-Clamp Ball-Bearing R o ll e r Skates. B earings of the finest tempered steel, with 128 steel balls. For speed no skate hits ever approached it. The Five Boys who send us the next best anecdotes will each receive a pair of Winslow's Speed Extension Ice Skates, with extension foot plates. These skate' s have detachlifile welded steel racing runners, also an extra set of runners for fancy skating. n' The Ten Boys who send us the next best anecdotes will each receive a Spalding 12-inch "Long Distance" Megaphcine. M ade of firebourd, capable of carrying the sound of a human voice one mile, and in some instances, two miles. More "fun than a barrel of monkeys. To become a contestant for these prizes, cut out the A "nec. dote Contest Coupon, printed herewith, fill it out properly, and send it to BUFFALO BILL WEEKLY, care of Street & Smith, 238 William St., New York City, together with your anecdote. No anecdote will be considered that does not have this coupon accompanying it. COUPON. Buffalo Bill Weekly" Anecdote Contest. Prize Coatest No. z. Date ..................... ..... 1901 Name ..................................... City or Town ...... ; ......... Stnte .................................. Title of Anecdote ...................................... THIS CONTEST CLOSES FEBRUARY J.

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Buffalo Bill Storic.s, large Sizei Containing the Only Stories Authorized by Hon. WILLIAM F. CODY ("Buffalo Bill''). 1-Buffato Bill, the Border King. J\ Story of Daring Deeds. 2-Buffalo Bill's Best Shot. A Story of Wild West Adventure. 3-Buffaio Bill's Victory. I\ Story of Tangled Trails. 4-Buffalo Bill.'s Rifle Rangers. f\. Story of Rough Riding Rescues. 5-Buffalo Bill's Go!d Guard; or, Fort Fetterman's Girl in Gray. 6-Buffalo Bill's Avenging Trail; or, The Secret of a Grave. 7-Bufiato Bill's Phantom Arrow; or, The Ghost Dancer's Doom. 8-Buffalo Bill's Prairie Police; or, The Decoy of Death Desert. 9-Buffalo Bill's B lack Scouts; or, The Trail of the Band of Devil's Den. 10-Buffalo Bill's B ravos; or, Trailing Through the Land of Death. 11-The Lost Stage Coach; or, Buffalo Bill's Long Search. 12-Buffalo Bill's Secret Mi ssion; or, The Fair Hermit of Mystery Valley. 13-Buffalo Bill's Boy Bravo Pard; or, On the Texan Terror's Trail. 14-Buff&lo Bill's Saddle Shat-ps; or, The Pledged Pards of the Pony Express. 15-Buffalo Bill's Unknown Ally; or, The Brand of the Red Arrow. 16-Buffalo Bill's Pards in Gray; or, On the Dea.th Trails of the Wild West. 17-Buffalo Bill's Death Deal; or, The Queen of Gold Canyon. 18-Buffalo Bill at Graveyard Gap; or, The Doomed Driver of the Overland. 19-Buffalo Bill's Death Grapple; or, Shadowed by Sure S hots. (5Elilt.'5} &Uf-'f ALO BlLL'5 VICTOQIE5. 20-Chapters 1-15 describe Buffalo Bill in the Nick of Time. 21-Chapters 16-34 describe Buffal o Bill i n the Valley of Doom. 22-Chapters 35-44 describe Buffalo Bill's Race for Life. 23-Chapters 45-59 describe Buffalo Bill on the Trail of the Renegades. 24-Chapters 60-71 Buffalo Bill's Lone Hand. 25-Chapters 72-82 Buffalo Bill's Warn!ng. 26-Chapters 83-94 describe Buffalo Bill and the Prairie Whirlwind. 27-Chapters 95-108 describe Buffalo Bill Entrapped. 28-Chapters 109_-118 describe Buffalo Bill in the Den of the Ranger Chief. Back numbers always on hand. If you cannot get them from your newsdealer, five cents a copy will bring them to you, by mail, postpaid. STREET & SMITl-1, Publishers, 238 WILLIAJ.VC NEW YORI< CI'1;.V.

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JESSE J!MES STORIES Jesse James. W E were the first pub-lishers in the world to print the famous sto ries of the Jam es Boys, written by that remark able man, W. B. Lawson, whose name is a watch word with our boys. We have had many imitators, and in order that no one shall be deceived in accepting the spurious f u r 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 weekl ies, 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. BUFF !LO BILL STORIES The onl y publ ica t i on authori zed b y the Hon. Wm. F. C od y ( Buffalo Bill). Buffalo Bill. W E were the publishers of the first story ever written of the famous and world-renowned Buffalo Bill, the great hero whose life has been one succession of exciting and thrilling inci-dents combined with great successes and accomplishments, all of which will be told in a series of grand s t ories which we are now placing before the American Boys. The popularity they have already obtained shows what the boys want, and is very gratifying to the publishers. STREET & SMITH, Publishers, New York. NICK CARTER STORIES THE best known detec tive in the world is Nic-k Carter. Stories by this noted sleuth are is s ued regularly in "Nick Carte r Weekly" (price five cents), and all bis Nick Carte r 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 el;ltire set of Nick Carter stories in drama tic form The first play of the series will be brought out next fall. STREET & SMITH, Publishers, NEW YORK. Diam o n d Dick. THE celebrated Diam ond Dick stories ca n only be found in "Diamond Dick, Jr., t h e Boys' Best W eekly." D iamond Dick and his son Bertie are the most unique and fascina 4 ting heroes of Western romance, The scenes, and many of the incidents, in these exciting stories are taken from real life. D iamond Dick stories are conceded t o be the best stories o f the West; and are all copyrighted by us. The weekly is the same size and price as this p ublication, with handsome illumin ated cover. Price, five cents. STREET & SMITH, P ublishers, New York.


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