Buffalo Bill's victories. Chapters 145-154


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issued Weekl y By Subscription $z.50 per year. Entered as Second Class Matter a t New York Post Office b y STREET & S MITH, 238 W z 1liam S t ., N Y No. 3 3 Price, Fi v e Cents. AS THE COACH DREW UP AT MINER' S REST TAVERS IT WAS SEES THAT BILL HELD THE REINS.-(CHAPTER CXLV. )

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A WEEKLY PUBLICATION DEVOTED TO BORDER Hl5TORY Iuued Weeily. By Subscriptwn $2.so per year. Entered as Seco1td Cla s s Matter at t!Je N Y. Post Ojfta, by STREET & SMITH, 238 Willia m St., N. Y. Entered according to Act of Co,,gres>' in tire year IQOI, 1 the Office of the Librarian of Congress, Wasl!ing!011, D. C. No. 33. NEW YORK, December .28, 1901. Price Five Cents. BUff ALO BILL'S VICTORlt: By the author of "BUFF ALO BILL! _./ CHAPTER CXL V. THE SILENT PASSENGER. The stage to Paradise Mountain rolled along rapidly, a new driver upon the box, but one who seemeJ to know the trail. The last two drivers who had taken the coach on. its westward run had been killed by outlaws, and it was a question as to w hether another man woulcl take the almost fat a l risk of the trail when a strange had volunteered to drive through, ancl the boss had taken him at his word, and told him to mount th e box. \,Yho he was no one seemed to know, or care, and bets were freely offered and taken that he would ar riYe <1.t Poker Paradise, as the irining camp on Para dise Mountain was called with hi s "toes turned up," or find a g r a e by the trail side. But t h e boss offered fifty dollars for any man who could drive six-in-hand to take the old hearse through to Paradise, and the stranger had taken him u p There were but two passengers, a young woman, a strange person to sec in that \Yilcl land, and a man who lookecl like a tenderfoot, and vvho had not spoken a word to his fair companion, on the driver, in two days' travel. Away from "The Flats" rolled the coac h the new driver upon the box, and he certainly handled the r eins in a, way that showed that h e knew h ow to clriYe, even a long a Rocky Mountain trail. Some dozen miles had the coac h gone, whe n, after passing the relay, where fr esh horses were put in, the passenger who hacl been so silent along the way, suclclenly spoke, and what he said was to the point. ' See here, miss, I know yo u and what yer game is in coming west to the mining country." The girl was so surprised at being addressed by the man that she turned pale, whiie it see med that the horses must have heard his voice, for they nearly came to a halt. But the young woman quickly recovered herseif, and a s ked : "Who am I, and why have I come to this coun try?" 'you are playing a little game you think all your own; but I got on to it, and I came to trump you1

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2 THE BU ff J\L O BILL STO RI ES. ace, so I sa y I wants yer to hand out yer money and valuables, for I know you have got a snug fortune along." "I will not be robbed by you, or any other manho, driver!" The coach came to a halt, the passenger calling out: "This man seeks to rob me, and I claim your pro tection!" The driver saw that a revolver covered him, held by the hitherto silent passenger, and he said: "I can't help you, miss." "You are a coward!" called out the woman, while the man said: "You are a wise :nan, driver; I have come far get the fortune this girl has, and your life ends if you interfere. "I want your guns, and, leanin g out of the coach window, the man took the revolvers and knife from the driver's belt. "Now, miss, I am going to lea v e you here, so I want your money and jewels for if I did not take all, you' d be robbed further on as I happen to know." Entreaties and tears were in v a in and the poor girl was forced to give up her riches all in a s m all leather satchel she carried. while the driver looked on, seemingly afraid to make an effort to help her. "Now, my man, I'll trouble you to hand out a trunk from y our coach top, and the robber sprang out. It was handed clown unlocked, and revealed asad dle, bridle, roll of blankets and bag of prov1s10ns, along with a short rifle. "I came fixed, you sec--now, I shall kill five of your horses, and take th e be s t one to ride, so that y o u \vill have to walk to the ne x t relay, and pursuit will he s low.' A s he spoke, the man hcl
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THE BUFF ALO BILL STO R IES. 3 "Well, what do I get, driver?" "You'd get a -rope about your neck, if I had my way." "Come, don't be too fresh, for two of your kind got that way and went under, and if the lady hadn' t been on the box with you, I'd have shot you." "Do you see this dead man in ther ole huss, pard thief?" asked the driver. "You have got a dead man there, fer sure! "I has, an' he were a passenger, and he held up ther coach from inside, and got shot; but I couldn't prevent his pard, also a passenger, from robbin' this young Jeddy stealin' one of my horses an' gettin' away; but ther empty bag is in ther ole huss an' thet's about all yer'll git, I guess. "Then you were robbed, miss, by fellow pas sengers?" asked the road agent leader. "That dead man, sir, seemed to be well posted as to what I had with me, but how I do not know, and took the contents of my satchel and all I had of value." "And escaped?" "Yes, an' got on one of my buss horses, too." The leader examined the empty satchel, looked fo.eclly at the dead man and said: "I do not know him; but they have gotten the best of me. "\\That did you have, miss?" "A fevv thousands in money, and as much more in valuables." "\Veil worth going after. "Come, men; we'll strike his trail. "How far back was it, driver?" "About three miles-yer'll find ther trail of his horse, an' as ther critter are lame he can't go fast." The outlaw leader gave a call to his men, and. mounting their horses, they clashed away, while the driYer laughed and said: ''They'll find the horse tied, and think he gave him up until they see he is not lame, and then come after us, for they will think they have been tricked; but it is catching before hanging, miss," and the driver sent the team along at a nm. At the next relay he got six fresh horses, and they were kept in a run until the coach drew up at Poker Paradise, as tough a place as was then on the Overland Trail. "Ho. Buffalo Bill, you driving the coach?" called out the landlord of the Miners' Rest Tavern and the Ace of Diamonds saloon, :-djoining conjointly. "For this run, Dave, I took the box, and I brought you a lady passenger, who wants the best your old roost can provide, and an in side passenger who only needs the grave digger," a nswered the driver. "Just your style, Buffalo Bill, to bring down game, human or otherwise. "Your servant, miss, and I'm awful sorry you was robbed." "But I was not robbed, sir, thanks to this gentleman, whom yon called Buffalo Bill-and are you the great scout, sir, known as Buffa l o Bill?" and she turned to the one who h ad brought her through in safety. "My name is William Cody, miss, and I am an army scout, while the boys ca.II me Buffalo Bill," was the reply. CHAPTER CXL VI. AT POKER PARADISE. The young lady w h o arrived at Poker Paradise was both young and good-looking, and she was at once an object of interest to the dwellers in that very tough community, young and old honest miners, gamblers, desperadoes and all. Landlord Dave gave her. the best quarters he had. and they were bad enough, and offered to send her meals to her, but she preferred to eat in the public dining-room, she said, and her entrance caused the half a hundred who ate there to become as quiet as a church meeting. "Who i s she, Parcl Cody?" asked Dave of the scout. "You know as much about her as I do, Dave." "\Nhy did she come here?" "Ask her, for I won't." "Why was it you drove the coach through?" "Well,. there had been two men killed on the box, and I wanted to see if I could find out just who did it." "And you found out?" "\Veil, Dave, I found out that one robber was a passenger, and then we were held up by men of the road who had no connection with the man I killed." "And you are on a scout for road agents, Pard Cody?" "I am on a little secret scout I hope to make pan

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIESo out well ," a n d Buffalo Bill turned to the Chinese s ervant of the hotel, whom the miners called "Dave's he-ch ambermaid," and said: "Well, Washee-Washee, what is it?" "Melican girlee say come see her dammee quickee. "I don't belie v e she said it, 'vVashee'vVashee, but I'll go," and the scout went, while Landlord Dave, who had an eye into the bus iness of every one in Poker Paradise, not ne glecting his own however, muttered: ' Buffalo Bill knows who that girl is and what brought her here, only be won't tell," and, turning to the greas y hotel re gister, he continued: "Amy A ndrews is the name she wrote, and tha t tells nothing; whether she is m a rried or s ingle, and she writes as bold a hand as a man. "No pretty woma n ever came to Poker Paradise that trouble did not follow-I must know all about her." In the meantime Buffalo Bill was followin g 'vVashee-\i\T ashee alon g the upper hallway, when two burly men came along, and one of them, seizing the Chinaman, called out: "Buck, gimme yer blade ter slit ther ear o' this heathen." With a yell, the Chinaman tried to break away, but the other bully seized him and whipped out his knif e while h e said: "I'll cut off the right one and keep it fer luck, Dan." Release that man!" and Buffalo Bill confronted the two men. "You chips in, does yer, Buffalo Bill?" said one. "I guess yer don't know us," said the other. "I know you as a pair of inhuman devils that I will not allow to mutilate that poor Chinaman as you have others, was the reply. "'vVe' ll hand you, Buf ler, when we hes done with him, said one. "Will you release that man?" asked Cody, sternly "Not much." Just how it happened neither of the two men could explain afterward; but one was seized and hurled bodily through the window to the ground, ten feet below and the other followed him so quickly that the first one had no time to get lonesome with out his pard. "He, he Buf'Jer Billee stronger Melic a n m an "Chinaman no forgetee Bill Codee, he goodee friend cried the delighted Chinaman. Buffalo Bill started on along the hallway when he saw Amy Andrews before him, she having wit nessed what had occurred. "It is a rough place you have come to, Miss Andrews, and I am sorry you were alarmed." "I was alarmed, but you seem to know how to handle the wild element here, Mr. Cody-I never saw such an exhibition of strength, and would not have missed it." V ou sent for me I believe, miss?" "Yes I--" "Me tellee scoutee you say come daimne quickee -he c ome," s a id the Chinaman. "The swearin g and the quickee is yours, \i\T a s hee \i\Ta shee; but I did send for you, Mr. Cody." "How can I serv e you, mis s ? "Sit down, and let me say tha t you have already served me so well that I dislike to ask other favors of you; but I am here on a special mission, and one that will take me on a trip through the mining camps; perhaps, from all I have learned, to the Indian village, and I wish to ask you if you will be my guide and adviser, my protector, and you have but to name your price for your service s ." "Miss Andrews, I am ever ready to serve one in the line of duty, e s p e cially a woma n, and my servic e:; are p a id for by the government, so that the only expens e to you will be for your outfit and such e xpen ditures as you may have to make ; but I would have suggested that you went to the fort, and placed y o ur self under the protection of Colonel Carson, who would have been glad to have served you, I know." "No; I prefer to go my own way about the duty I have to perform, and yet it may be that I shal l have to visit the fort. I wish however, to remain quietly here for some days before I start upon my work." "That will suit me better, miss as you may recall that I told you I was driving the coach for a purpose, and I desire to complete my work before entering upon another. 'vVithin a week I shall be at your service." "That will do, and to-morrow we will discuss the service I wish you to undertake, and I will be guided b y you in the matte r for I hav e seen you tried, and I have known of your remarkable career."

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l'HE BUFFALO BILL S T ORIES. 5 Buffalo Bill bowed, rose and left the room, to find Landlord Dave awaiting him, with the remark: "Bill, you have got yourself into trouble." "How so?" "Taking up foi that heathen-better have let them fellers slit his ears." "That is not my style, Dave, to look on at a cruel and inhuman act against a man who could not protect himself. "Do you know who them two men i s ?" "No, and I care le ss." "They is known as Double Death, and they runs this camp." "They are brutes." ''They swears they will make you eat that Chinaman's ears, and they has gotte11i him in the saloon, waitin' fer you; but my advice i that you had )Jetter leave town." Buffalo Bill laughed and s aid: "Don't get scared, Dave, before you are hurt." 'But I knows the men. "Vv ell as I came here for a purpose, and I will have to go to the saloon, I suppose trouble \Nill fo l low; but I shall not seek it, nor avoid it." D o n t go, Bill, fer they is reel hot agin yer." ''If that is the case they will look me up, and the trouble may as well be gotten over \Yit h at once. "Are you going to the saloon?" "Yes, but I have warned you." "Thanks," was the dry respon se, and Buffalo Bill, entering b y a si d e door. glanced over the large crowd gath e r e d in the saloon. A hus h fell upon all at hi s presence, and the tv\o men who were looking for )1im were caught p l ay incl cards, and were quickly covered by the scout, who said: "You are looking for me, I h ear?"' "\r\ e is, but yer hes s neaked i n an' got th e r drop on us u nfa ir," growled one. ''This is a public piace. and you thought to bluff me off from coming here; but I s h a ll block your game. "Dave, untie that Chinama n they have lying o n the floor at their feet." Landlord Dave obeyed, and \Vashee-\\'ashce crawled on hi s hands and knees to the feet of Buffa!.) Bill who said: "Chinaman, take Landlord D ... :e' s knife and slit the ears of each one of those men, unl ess they swear right here and now not to molest you. "Me so gladee,'' and the Chinaman seized the knife "Does yer mean it, Buf'ler Bill?" roar ed one of the two men. "I do, unless you swear., and, mor e, I give you just thirty minutes to get out of this camp. "Yer hes ther drop on u s, and we knows yer fer a dead shot," replied one. "I dares yer ter meet us in a fair game o' stand u p and fight," said the oth er. I met you an hour ago, if you rernem ber. \Viii you leave this camp now, or after your ears have been cut so that I'll know you next time we meet?" "He' s got us, pare! "Yas." "Shall we go?" "Yas, an' wait our time. "Go, now, and quick, or I'll pierce yo u r ears with a bullet," said Buffa l o B i ll. The two men rose slowly, amid a deadly silence, turned toward the door Buffalo Bill had entered, aml then one whe eled suddenly, a revolver leveled. His weapon and Cody's fla shed together, and the, 1 follo\Yecl a third shot. Buffalo Bill had fired a second time. His first bullet had entered the brain of the man who h a d fir e d at him-his second had actually cut through the ear of his terrified companion. 'I h a Ye marked yo u sir; go! \Vith a yel l of terror. the man sp r ang out of the door, fol!o\Yecl by a ho\Yl of admirati o n .from the crowd, \\b ile Lancl1orcl Daye s:iicl: "'Yo n did 'cm up, Pare! Cody, and they were the two wust men in ther mining camps. who has t kilt dozen mcn e::tch. "Come, take a drink." "Tlnnk you, for I am tired and \Yil!.go lo bed; but I t:::.ke the o u t in morning. you know and, follo,,ed b y cJ-ccr s fr c m the crO\nl. \Yho h
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6 T H E BUFFALO BLL STORIES. CHAPTER CXL VII. THE CIIIN.\MAN'S WARNING TO BUFFALO BILL. Miss Amy Andrews was awakened early the next morning by the departure of the stage coach, and, J5oing to the window, she s'aw Buffalo Bill upon the box. "What a wonderful 111an he is," she muttered, "to look so serene thi s morning, after what he passed through last night and yesterday. "He is the very m3'1 for my work," she said, for, late as it was the Chinaman had gone to her room the night before and told about the scene in the sa loon. At breakfast the landlord had also told her the story, and she heard it discussed at the table, always with admiring words for Buffalo Bill. After breakfast, she arranged with Landlord Dave for the purchase of a good saddle horse, explaining that she had her saddle and bridle in her trunk, and asking: "Can I hire a man you can trust to go with me through the camps for the next few days?" "Yes, miss, or is it missus--" began Landlord Dave. "Suit yourself, landlord, and I am satisfied-miss or Mrs.," was the smiling reply, and Dave happened _to remark: "I knows the very man, Miss Andrews, Old Bear Claws, whQ is just now in the camps. "He is a trapper and mountain hunter, but I guess has a eye in search of gold ., "Very well, I will see him, si r,. said Miss An drews, and soon after the landlord ushered into the room Old Bear Claws. Off came his hat, and, bowing low he said: "Yer sarvant, ma'am. I're as tickled ter see yer a5 tho' I'd run a nail in my foot." Miss Andrews smiled and motioned him to be seated, while the landlord seemed about to accept the invitation too, but was squelched by Old Bear Claws, who said: "Say, pard, if you hes bizne ss with ther leddy, I'll call ag'in." "Oh, no; I merely wIBhed to see if Miss Andrews needed my services said the nonplussed Da,ve. The landlord having departed, the old trapper took a seat across the room from the door, and the woman had a good look at him. He was a character in his way, dressed in buckskin, wearing a foxskin cap and with necklaces of bear claws about his neck, si.tch as Indian chiefs wear. He wore his hair and beard long, and both were threaded with gray" while his face was a shrewd one, bold and cunning. "Yer wished ter see me, miss, Landlord Dave said." "Yes, I am anxious to learn something of the country here, to visit the mining district and see the people. "I have purchased a horse. and I will hire one for you, and pay you well to be my guide for a few days, after which the scout, Buffalo Bill, will be my escort :inrl T will :isk 11im about taking you as an as sistant. "Do you know him?" "Buf'ler Bill?" "Yes." "\!Vho don' t, miss?" "He seems to be a popular man here, and a fear less one." "He hain't got no fear in him-he' s like my son, I like him so, miss." "I am glad to know it, and I'll--" But Miss Andrews stopped suddenly to watch the c,ld trapper, who had taken a revolver from his beit and \Vas aiming it at the door knob. Then she uttered a startled cry, as the revolver went off and a hole was cut through the door, while a y eli was heard outside, running feet, and the old man laughed and :;aid: ''Don't be skeert, miss, but it were only Landlord Dave list'nin', fer I seen his whiskers come thrpugh the keyhole, an' he hed his ear thar, so I jest nred ter miss his head-here they comes now. Miss Andrews laughed, in spite of her fear that the landlord might have been wounded, and when he appeared, with Sorrel Top, his red-headed clerk, and Washee-Washee, he was as white as a ghost with fear and stammered forth: ''I hope you are not hurt, miss for we heard a shot up here?" "It \\e re me did it, Landlord Dave; jist seein' ef I cud put a bullet through ther keyhole ter show tber Jeddy how I cud shoot; but I missed it," said old Bear Claws. "Oh, that was it, was it-'scuse me, miss," and Landlord Dave and his aids departed, while Old Bear Claws said:

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THE 8.Uffl\LO BILL STORIESo "\i\Taal, ef he didn't skip lively, I are a weepin' liar, miss; but it were fun ter see him run, an' I guesses he hevn't got ther cur'osity be did hev." Miss Andrews laughed at the comical affair, which she at first feared was a tragedy, and she said : '"As I was telling you, sir, I am glad to know that yon and the great scout are such good friends." "\A/ e is, miss, and when I seen him on ther Over land Trail--" "You have seen Mr. Cody, then?" eagerly asked the maiden. "Mister who, !eddy?" "Bi.1ffalo Bill, as he is called here?" "Y as, I hes seen him." "\Vhere is he now?" "On ther Mountain trail." "\Vhen did you see him?" "This mornin', !eddy, on the out-bound coach, and he spoke of you." ''Diel he send me any message?" "Thet are what I are gettin' at, le
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8 THE BUFF f\LO BI L L STORIES. Washee-V\ashee, who just then got out of the coach, he continued: "He'd have gotten me, sure, my Chinese Pard, if you had not met me back on the trail and warned me he was waiting for me. "I'm your pard for life, Chinaman." Then, turning to Landlord Dave, he continued: "Dave. I wish you would go to Miss Andrews' room and tell her I have returned, and will be at her service to-morrow morning." ''Miss Andrews' room, Bill?" "Yes." "She is not there." ''Then I am glad, if she was out riding and did not see that shooting. "Teil me when she comes back, Dave." "Durned if I know when she is coming back." "Wlnt Has she gone?" asked Buffalo Bill, m surprise. "Yes; she left several nights ago." "And alone?" "No; with Old Bear Claws." "What?" "With that white-haired hunter from the moun-tains, we call Old Bear Claws." "She went alone with him?" "Yes." "And at night?" "She did." "This is strange." "So I thought, but I had an idea you knew about it." "I knew?" "Yes, for Old Claws told Sorrel-Top that you had sent him with a message to Miss Andrews." "The infernal old liar! I did no such thing. "Dave; there is some mystery about that whitehaired old hunter. "He seems square, but it looks as though he might be crooked. "Tell me about his coming, and the departure of Miss Andrews with him." Dave told all he knew, excepting the eavesdropping occurrence. which he wisely kept back, and how the maiden had paid him a good price for his horse, Wonder, and asked him to keep her trunk until her return. "This is very strange . Dave." "Yas; it
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THE BUFF ALO BILL STOR I ES. 9 She had made the venture alone, and had come prepared for all she would have to face and put up with. When she met Buffalo Bill she felt that he was the very one to aid her, and with Old Bear Claws to act for the scout, she felt contented to go with him, with the hope that the scout would follow on their trail, for she must not fail in the purpose that had brought her to that wild land. The danger and suffering it might bring upon herself Amy Andrews did not consider for a moment. And so it was that, thoroughly equipped for her journey, she set forth at night, well mounted, with Bear Claws leading a pack animal thoroughly supplied, and with no fear of the result; "What are you eying the back trail for so anxiously, Mr. Claws?" asked Amy, as they crossed the river and headed for the mountains. "I am not sartin but thet ther are a gerloot a watchin' us." 'What can be his motive?" "\Val, cur' osity are a bad disease, leddy, an' tho' folks do say as how ther wimrnins hes g@t it all I gues s es Adam dropped in afore it were all g'in out ter Eve, fer man critters do hev thar share, I'll s'war." Amy's laugh echoed through the pass, and Old Claws said quickly: ''That thar are S\Yeet music but don't do it no more, fer you'll make ther ripplin' waters, an' ther birds, an' ther wind sighin' in ther trees jealous, 'cause they can't do nu thin' haff so sweet-toned; but then ag'in, I'd hate ter hear thet laff answer'd by a In jun war hoop ., ''I'll not be rash again, Mr. Claws; but hark! I did hear a hoof-fall behind us.,. "Yer hes good ears, lecldy, fer thar are a horse follerin" us, an' he are rid by a man." After a ride of a mile further, the guide suddenly drew rein and said : "Miss, does yer se e thet rock?" "Yes." ' \Vaal, you ride behind it an wait thar, al'l' I'll ride on. "Let ther feller pass, an' I'll soon see what he are up ter. fer I doesn't like my steps clogged." "No, it is unpleasant." "Now thar is the rock, an' you wait thar fer me. Amy quietly turned. her horse aside from the trail, and soon was hidden behind the huge rock. Presently the horseman came in s ight, riding slowly, and as the moonlight fell upon him the maiden recognized the man she had seen ride up and halt at the side of Landlord Dave as they left the hotel. "That landlord sent him on my. trail," she muttered. Just then, as he was passing, he suddenly halted. Then he rode on, and disappeared in the distance up the pass. A moment after she heard a sudden plunge of a horse and frightened snort, and a shot, followed by J. cry as though a man had been hit hard. The next instant there came the rapid clatter of hoofs down the pass. "He has killed my guide, and he shall not escape," she said, determinedly, and, drawing a revolver from her belt, she urged her horse out into the trail. Then into full view came a horseman, dashing down the pass. It was the same that had gone up three minutes before. "Halt!" cried Amy in ringing tones. She saw the man start, drop his hand on his revo lver and come on. "Halt! or I fire!" she cried, sternly, though she did not intend then to fire upon him. "Curse you! take that!" was the savage answer, and, with a fl.ash of his pistol, a bullet cut through the crown of the maiden's hat. A second shot followed, and she felt a tingling sensation in her arm. Then Amy Andrews' blood was up, and she, too, fired. She was in the shadow of the overhanging rock, and indistinctly seen; the man was in the bright moonlight, and a fair target. She fired but once, and at her shot he reeled in his saddle. seemed about to fall; but, recovering himself, da s hed on by though clinging to his horse with both hands. "Great Goel! It is ther girl thet has shot me!" Such were the wo r ds that escaped his lips as he dasl:ed on, and like a statue, her smoking revolver in her hand. she sat in her saddle, gazing after him until he disappeared in the gloom, and the clatter oi

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THE BUFFALO BILL his horse' s hoofs cliec1 away, lea,-ing the silence around unbroken. Not llntil Amy heard the approach of footsteps did she start from her reverie, so completely dazed was she by what she had done. "He fired at me twice, and one bullet went through my hat, the other just grazed my shoulder, and he would have killed me had I not shot him. "But he did not know he was firing upon a woman, from his words,'' she muttered, in an absent way. "Ha! some one is coming, and on foot. 'Can it be the guide?" "Hallo, leddy, are thet you?" cried Old Claws, comi11g in sight. ''Yes, and I am glad to see that you are not dead," she said fervently. "Oh, no, I are like a cat, harcl ter kill." "But he on you?" "He clicl fer a fact, an' I got it in tiler a rm. tho' it are no more'n a flea bite. "Ye see; I put my critters in th er pines, an' I laid ter catch ther galoot with my lariat. ''I throw'd it prime, but it did not go oYer hi s h ea c l jist right an' he wheeled about, an' let me hev it. "I called ter my critter, an' he thought I were callin' other parcls an' just got down ther pass. "But, what in thunder, lecldy, were all thet shootin' clown heur ?" I beliend he had killed you and tried to stop him. "He did not halt, believed I was a man, and fired on me twice, cutting through my hat with one bullet, and just clipping my shoulder with another. "I then fired in self-defense." "Bully fer you." "And I hit him. "Bully fer you, leetle gal. Did he drop?" "No; he reeled in his saddle, as though hard hit dropped his revolver and went out of sight down the pass, holding on with both hands to the sa ddle .. "I hope he may tumble off an' break his durned neck, ef yer bullet didn't do fer him." "I hope I have not hurt him seriously, for I would not like his life on my hands," said Amy, sadly. "It hain't nothin', when yer gits use ter it. "At fust yer does see sperits at night, but arter a while they lets yer rest. "Yes, thar be his pistol, an' it ate, as I thought, !frailer Tom, fer heur are his name. "Now, we'll ride on, Jeddy, an' I'll jist take a trail as is not g-in'rally know'd ter Poker Ranch gerloots, fer thet Trailer Tom evident thought thar weri: rnore of u s, an' ef he hain't much hurted he 'll be arter us. "Ef he are got it hard, then he hes pards as will sttike our trail." "Then let us hasten on, and once we have found Mr. Cody I will have no fear,'' said Aniy, anxiottsly. "Yas, Bill are a horse ter let. "Now, I'll jist mount my critter, an' ef I hain't a liar we i s a-go in' ter hev a leetle goose-pickin' in ther air." "What is that?" asked Amy. "Goose-pickin are ther Eng!ish fer snow fallin', leclcly, an' we wants ter find shelter afore it begins.'' Old Claws went after his horses, and, mounting, the two rode on, the guide turning out 9f the regu la r trail at a point where a rivulet crossed it aml keeping in the waterbed for tlie distance of a mile. in spite of the rough riding over the slippery stones. Then h e reached a plateau, emerg-ing out of t he forest upon it, just "1S the snow began to descend in huge, feathery flakes, that, in spite of their beauty, in that desolate spot, and in the darkness of the night, looked \veinl and forbidding, and sent a chill to the he art of Amy. As they progressed the snow fell more heavily, and when at last the dawn broke the skies were seen to be overcast, the ground was white, and there was every evidence that the snow would continue. "'N e'll have ter rest ther horses, Jeddy, in yonder canon, an' you kin git a nice leetle nap. "Then we 'll press on ontil we reach ther camp where I are ter take yer," said Old Bear Claws. "I leave all to you, sir,'' answered the maiden, with perfect confidence in her guide. In a secluded nook, wbere the snow had not reached, Old Claws erected a blanket shelter for Amy, and spread her a soft couch of leaves. Then he built a fire, and soon had a delicious cup of coffee, broiled ven i on and biscuit foitheir break fast, and both ate with a relish. The horses were lariated out under the shelter of a cliff, where the grass was not covered with snow, and, throwing several logs on the fire, Old Claws also sought rest. It was late in the afternoon when the guide awoke, and he was evidently angry with himself for having overslept, foi he muttered something about tons of

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THE BU Ff ALO B ILL STORIES. 1 1 snow having fallen, and darkness catching them be fore they reached the camp. He hastily got dinner, and then awoke Amy, who was wholly rested and in a most cheerful humor. Eating a hearty meal, the two then mounted, both warmly muffled up, and the horses were turned on the trail they were to follow. Once out of the sheltered caii.on, and all was a sea of snow before them, and only the instinct of the old hunter could guide them then. Amy realized this and said nothing to distract his attention. His face was calm and his eyes most watchful, as though he fully appreciated the danger they were facing. The storm was momentarily increasing m v10lence, and the snow was deepening and became tedious traveling for the horses. Yet, on they struggled, the guide unswervingly holding hi s way with a s teadiness that gave Amy renewed confidence in him. At last darkness began to settle upon the earth, but there was no thought of a halt for rest or food. They must press on to the camp, for a few more hours would prevent trave l altogether. In advance went Old Claws, and close behind followed Wonder, showing more nerve and eHdurance than did the animal of the guide, hardy as he was. Soon the darkness grew intense, and the snow blinded them, yet still on they moved. "By Heaven! I've strnck my own trail again." The words came from Old Bear Claws, and Amy heard them, and from the easy traveling of the horses it was evident that t>hey had circled around and gotten into the track of sriow they had before broken. A momen t the guide halted, and then branched off in the ve ry teeth of the storm. There was an ascent of a hill, and the fierce, cold wind struck them h a rd, and presently Old Bear Claws halted suddenly and cried: "To the right, for we are on the edge of a preci pice." The border dialect had been dropped in his sudden alarm, and he glance
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THE BUFF ALO BILL STOR l r:S. days that Buffalo Bill lay at the hotel, fretting that the snow kept him from following the trail of Old Bear Claws and Amy Andrews. That it would be impossib le to trail them, after the seve r e snowstorm, Bill well knew, but he had formed a plan to discover the retreat of the old hunter in the mountains, and once he did that, all would be plain sailing for him. One night, while the winds were whistling through the streets and came moaning, and in great gusts from the mountains, and their chill breaths had caused all who loved comfort to hug closely the huge fireplaces in their cabins, there was heard a series of wild, unearthl y yells. Then came the clatter of hoofs, and clown the main street, and coming from the mountain, dashed a horseman. The animal was at full speed, and his rider sat high i n his saddle, a revolver in each hand, and his lips i ssued yell after yell that were demoniacal in their wildness "It are ther Double Death thet's left," shouted several who got a good look at the seemingly mad horseman. "The wound Buffalo Bill give him in ther head hes made him crazy," cried another. "Yes, he hey gone clean mad," said a miner. "Then he'll do damage yit in Poker Paradise." Such were the expressions that went the rounds of the crowds that had seen or heard the wild horseman. Buffalo Bill bad pa i d no heed to the yells until told by Landlord Dave who had made them. Then he said : "If the poor fellow has gone mad, he must be looked to, and I can readily follow his tiail in the morning, and will do so, and also try and find out about Old Bear Claws and Miss Andrews." It was not daybreak when the scout rode away from the tavern. "Thet's so, ye' cl better go; but is yer well ag'in, B ill?" "Yes, thank you." "Don't thank me, fer its yer constittoshun ter thank, pard. "Vie wishes ycr luck, an' cf yer lhinks thet mad critter are comin' back. we won't detain ver. With a light laugh Buffalo Bill rode on, and, as it was now getting light, he dismounted and examined the trail for tracks. These he soon found, and, noting them carefully, remounted and went on his way at a swift canter.' The trail of the madman, which was very plain after leaving the vicinity of the town, led him toward his own ranch, and went on by it. But, as it was now noon, he determined to stop for dinner, and then go on, for the trail was circling around toward the larger range of mountains where it was his intention to go in search of Miss Andrews. The snow still lay on the ground here and there, and the mountain tops were yet white; but he felt he would have little difficulty in traveling. The Haunted Ra_nch, where Buffalo Bill had hi s home, had once been a mine, and the discmery of that mine had caused the former owners to be mys teriously put to death by unknown parties. But Buffalo Bill had solved the mystery of the ghostlyforms seen at the ranch, and which had given it the name of being haunted, and continued to dwell there, with no dread of unearthiy visitants He had, as his companions, Bricktop, head herdsman of the ranch, a border character whom he had thrashed severely and thereby gained his everlasting friendship, and two young cowboys, whose duty con sisteel in looking after the cattle and ponies that pastured in the valley s, and on the plains nearby. No more desirable situation for the home of a man whose life was in daily clanger o f death could be found than the Haunted Ranch, for its approaches were such that it was a regular stronghold, and the pow.er of its owner to hold it against superior numbers had been severely tested on more than one oc casion. "Waal, ef it hain't good fer sore eyes ter see yer, pard, then string me up fer a Chinee. "I feerd yer heel tamed yer toes up ter ther daisie s an' we were jist talkin' about gain' ter Poker Paradise ter clean out ther whole durned town out of revenge. '\Vasn't we, Sam?" The speaker was Bricktop, a red-headed specimen of the 'bordec who was a curiosity in his way. The one he appealed to, with a little more regard for the truth, was one of the cowboys-wild, harumscarum fellows that loved the life they led more than any other that could be offered them-and he replied:

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THE BUFF J\LO BILL STORIES. 1 3 "We were going to Poker Paradise, fer a fact, cap'n; but I don't know about cleanin' out ther place, hed they tamed up yer toes thar. "But we'd a seen yer wasn't forgot in ther revenge reck' nin', I guess. "Yas, them as hed called in yer chips, we w'u'd hev spotted," added Dick, the second cowboy. "I thank you, boys; but my chips haven't been called in yet. "Get us some dinner, Dick, and a good one, for I am as hungry as a grizzly; and you, Brick, tell me 1f you have seen any strange trails about here lately;" and Bill threw himself down on a bearskin before the cheerful fire in the cabin "Nary trail but thar were suthin' as went by this mornin' 'arly thet looked like a grizzly b'ar on horseback. ''I tho' t a cirkiss heel bu'st loose at first, fer he were covered with h'ar; but he kep straight on, an', as I hecln't loss any sich inderviclooal, I jist let him go, tho' I told Sam an' Dick they mout hev him." "Thankee, Sam and Dick hadn't loss sich a animile nuther, an' so on he went, pushin' his horse like the devil were on him," said Sam. "It was the Mad Giant Miner, and I am on his trail," said Bill, and he went on to tell his cowboys the story of his battle with the fwo sports. A res t of a couple of hours, and, mounted upon a regular mountain horse, that could climb where a goat could, Bill set off once more on the trail of the madman, carrying with him a well-filled haversack of provisions. 1 Once more striking the trail, he followed it at a rapid canter, Bricktop and his companions stood in front of the cabin watching him as far as they could see him, and registering bets regarding the success of his undertaking. I bets a hundred that he holds trumps clean through game," said Bricktop. His bet was taken by both cowboys, not from a doubt of Bill's lack of nerve, but because they were natural gamblers, and they took the chances. CHAPTER CL. THE COMBAT IN THE CAVERN. To one who reads all signs pertaining to wood and prairie craft, it was as plain as an open book to him that the horse of the Mad Giant had been driven too hard. The tracks swayed from side to side, and there were evidences of the animal having frequently stumbled. At last the trail went upon a solid 0rock founda tion, from which every vestige of snow had been blown by the fierce winds, and no tracks were visi ble. Up the hillside, however, was a dark .object that caught the eye of Buffalo Bill. Hastening toward it, he discovered that it was the horse of the madman. His brave heart had broken at last, and the noble animal lay dead on the trail, having fallen under the cruel driving of h i s mad rider. But nowhere was the rider visible, and the rock foundation gave no sign of which course he had taken. Night was coming on, and with it a threatening storm, and Bill was determined to find shelter. If the storm was very severe, he would, the next morning, wend his way back to the ranch. If it were not severe, he would press on into the heart of the mountains after the objects of his search, who were more important to be found, he thought, than the Mad Giant. Should the latter secure another horse and make another clash into Poker Paradise, he would find men there to meet him, and a lucky shot might bring him down. But with Amy Andrews it was different. She was alone, and a young girl in the power of a man whom Buffalo Bill distrusted more and more. She had been lured away for some purpose, he felt a s sured, and find her he would, if in the power of man to do so He had perfect confidence in his horse, in the severest strain, and he was anxious to continue on; but he must camp for the night, he knew, and he went toward a distant hill, where he expected to find some sheltered cafi.0n. As he came near the hill he saw a cafi.on openi ng, and to his delig 'ht found a larg-e cavern in t h e roc k y cliff. It was now almost dark, and he lariated his pony out in the cafi.on, where he wo u ld get good grazing, and carried his saddle and wraps into the cave to make h imself comfortable. He gathered some wood, and soon star t e d a fire,

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14 THE BUFF J\LO BILL STORIES. and then, to his surprise, saw that the cavern had had an occupant before him. A freshly-kjlled bears kin was back in one corner, and the re was a pile of logs, the embers of a fire, and quantities of game hanging up on the walls. "The home of the Mad Giant, as I live! "I am in luck," The discovery was one which most men would not have look ed upon as a lucky one; but Bill was of a caliber that dared every danger. \i\Tith the utmost coolness, he opened his haver sack to eat his supper, made a cup of coffee, and, having placed his re yo lver and knife by his side, where he could grasp them at a moment's notice began upon his meal. The light of the fire prevented his penetrating the darkness without, and he failed to see a huge form coming toward the cavern. It was the Mad Giant, and he carried upon his shoulders a deer which he had slain. His face was wild and haggard, his hair and beard unkempt, and his eyes deep sunken and savage. His hands, face and clothing were stained red with blood, and he was certainly a most awe-inspiring being. He stopped suddenly at detecting the firelight streaming out of the cavern, an .... glared with the ferocity of a savage beast into the cavern. But he could not see the sheltered form of Buf falo Bill. Down he threw his load, and drew a revolver. But, with a fiendish smile, he replac ed iit, and jerked his long knife from his belt. He felt its edge and point with malicious delight, unbuckled his belt, threw aside hi s bearskin coat and wolfskin cap, and crept toward the cavern. Still Buffalo Bill ate on, unconscious of the ap proach of a demon. That the man was mad there was no doubt, for the bullet of Buffalo Bill had plowed its way along the skull, and the shock had made him a mamac, though otherwise the wound would not have been dangerous. Nearing the fire, he paused an instant. But the crackling of the burning wood drowned his hoarse breathing. At last, as he crept close against the side of the wall, he spied Buffalo Bill calmly eating his supper. Mad though he was. he knew the man. He recognized the one that had killed his pard am had wounded him, and then, with the bound of : panther, and a shriek such as a lost one might utte1 when hurled into perdition, he sprung clear over the fire and upon the invader of his mad retreat. His great weight and the force of hi's mighty spring carried him right Buffalo Bill, who was knocked over by the blow. But it carried him beyond the weapons he had so cautiously laid by his side for ready use, and he could only grasp the savage hand that held the knife, ere the keen blade was driven to his heart. Though wholly taken by surprise, Buffalo Bill's superb pluck and iron nerve did not for a second desert him, for he had got a grip on the wrist of the madman, which the other could not shake off, and almost at the same instant drove his steely fist full into the savage face. But the blow did not seem to hurt the giant, and with his disengaged hand he attempted to return it. But there Buffalo Bill met him well, and warded off every stroke, as he was scienced in the pugilistic art. Finding that his own blows, fearful as they were, made no impression upon the madman, Bill determined to get a clutch upon his throat. The madman seemed to act not from his own ideas, but those of his foe, and at once, the example being set him, he, too, tried to grip the throat of the scout. In the effort of each to escape the steely clutch of the other, the two men rolled over and over upon the rocky flooring of the cavern. The strength of the giant was great, and madness but added to it; but Buffalo Bill was equally strong, and his form was more agile, and his movements as quick as lightning. Over and over the cavern floor they fought, neither seeming to gain an advantage, other than a savage blow that Bill now and then got in, full in the face of his mad antagonist. Once the madman seemed to hold the advantage, for in the roll across the cavern they stopped against the rocky wall, with the giant on top. A shout of triumph burst from his lips; but it was short-lived, for. with a lightning movement and mighty effort, Buffalo Bill managed to seize the bushy hair of his enemy iti his teeth, and close to the left side of his head

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THE BU ff ALO BILL STORIES. The hair was too heavy artd thick to give, even under the savage jerks the mad giant gave to tear it out by the roots, and, the example having been set him of using his teeth, he endeavored to fasten his teeth in the shoulder of Buffalo Bill, who, realizi11g that a bite from him would prove as terrible as from a mad clog, exerted an almost superhuman strength to master him and prevent his accomplishing his purpose. The madman still grasped the knife in his hand, but the wrist was as though in a vise, and he had no power to use it; 1Jut Buffalo Bill, feeling that the encl must soon come-for even he could not. keep up that killing work much longer, watched his chance, and suddenly twisting the madman's wrist until the blade point was against the heart of his foe, put forth his entire strength, and having already braced one foot agaihst the cavern wall, made a sudden turn. Instantly, the position of the two men was re yersed, and Buffalo Bill felt the grip of the madman relax, and knew that the knife had clone its work. The effort had rolled him again underneath the madman; but he quickly threw him off, and stag gered to his feet. The firelight revealed the huge giant, savage in death, and his hand still grasping the hilt of his own knife, which the sudden turn of Buffalo Bill had caused to pierce his heart. It was a ghastly, sickening sight, and the scout turned away and walked toward the mouth of the cavern to cool his heated blcod and rest after the ter rible struggle he had gone through. CHAPTER CLI. IN THE CANON. Miss Andrews had perfect confidence in the gttiding of Old Bear Claws, in spite of the obstacles in his way, and had reined her horse back rather impatiently, as Wonder seemed rather more anxious to lead than be lead, so that he could find shelter from the tempest. The jerk of the bit caused the horse to swerve a. little, and instantly the bank of snow beneath his feet went down. He felt himself going, and tried to bound to firm foundation, but it was useless, and down he went with the mass of snow. Hardly able to realize that she was falling, Amy uttered no cry, and, in fact, so rapid was the fall, she hardly understood what had happened until she found her downward flig-ht was checked, and she was buried under tons of soft, flaky snow. Her horse seemed unhurt, though momentarily dazed with surprise, and, having kept her saddle, she knew she had sustained no injury. How far she had fallen she did not know, and, as all was darkness, she had no means of ascertaining. For an instant \Vonder seemed to be endeavoring to recover from his astonishment, and then he made efforts to cast off the weight of snow upon him. Floundering violently for a while, he would then rest, and once more making an effort, aided by Amy with her arms, he at last succeeded in getting out of the snowbank, and stood panting with it only reaching a little above his knees. As her eyes became accustomed to the surroundings, she saw rising above her a steep hill fully a hundred feet in height, and she knew that down the sloping side of this she had come on Wonder's back. Had there not been such a heavy fall of s11ow, she knew that the death of herself (:\nd horse would have been instantaneous. But, as it was, they had co!ne c\o\vn with a few tons, and found a drift of as many more to fall upon, vYh,ich had saved her. Rai s ing her voice, she cried loudly for Old Bear Claws But only the howling of the storm answered her. Then she gave herself up as lost, and was almost in utter despair. She was shivering with cold, and her horse was trembling, too, and which way to go she did not know. Alone, in the heart of a trackless mountairi, with a fierce storm raging around her, ai1d knowing of no succor, the wortder is that she did t10t go mad. But hers was a brave heart, and she determinefl not to give up and to hope while life remained. "Come, Wopdet, we are in for it, and I yield my self to instinct. "Find us some sheltered 110ok from these colcl winds, for I have matches and we will have a fire to warm ourselves. "Come1 good horse, all depends upon y ou. She dropped the reins upon the neck of the horse as she spoke, and, as though understanding her words, he moved forward at a brisk walk

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1 3 THJ:, BUFFALO BILL STORIES. she watched him, and was almost breathless with hope as she saw him stop after a while and sniff the air as though something unusual had come to his keen sense of smell. "What is it, wonder? "Perhaps it is Old Claws." And with that hope sh e called loudly. But only the echo of her voice came back to her UP.On the howling storm. Suddenly she checked a cry upon her lips, and said: "It may be he scents danger, so I did wrong to call out. "Go on, Wonder, if there: no danger."' Again the horse moved forward, and floundering through the snow for the distance of a mile, he sud denly gave a low whinny of delight. Shading her eyes from the driving snow, Amy be held a glimmer ahead. Was it really a light? Eagerly she peered ahead, and then she knew that she was not mistaken, for before her she distinctly saw a light. .1 Quickly she urged 'vVoncler once more; but the intelligent horse needed little urging, and struggled on through the deep snow and drifts. Was it Old Bear Claws? Was it an Indian camp? Such were the thoughts flashing through Amy's mind. But soon the question was answered, as she came u.pori a hut right against an overhanging mountain. The door of the hut was ajar, and through the opening came the light she had seen, and which was from a fire within. It was a small hut, stoutly built, it seemed, and yet to her no palace could have been more welcome. She hailed, and yet no one answered. She called again, and again, and still no v01ce replied. In amazement she glanced around her, and saw, not far away, another cabin. Toward this she rode, but within it all was dark, and soon she discovered that the door of this hut was open, too. Here Wonder wished to enter, and this told her it was a stable. "You shall go in, good horse, '.ind find a warm shelter, and I'll look somebody up about this place, or I'll freeze," and she slipped to the ground, turned Vv onder loose. Instantly he entered the cabin-stable, and Amy said firmly: "I'll you're and make myself at home." She walked to the other cabin and glanced in through the open door. A log fire blazed cheerily upon the large hearth, and her eyes, at a glance took in the contents of the little cabin. A rustic cot, upon which was spread bear and buf falo skins, and a red blanket; a saddle hanging upon the wall, and a rifle and shotguns on brackets, with a belt of arms suspended by a peg; a bearskin chair, a table and a rude cupboard comprised the furniture. But where was the occupant or occupants? Nowhere visible, and in Amy walked, for she could no longer resist the temptation of drawii1g near the inviting fire. Down in the bearskin chair she sank, and the ruddy glow, the cheerful heat, added to her fatigue, soon overcame her, and she dropped to sleep, to awake with a start to find crouching down within a few feet of her one of those terrors of the far 'vVest crn mountains, even more to be dreaded than the grizzly bear-the mountain lion. Its tail was wagging to and fro, its eyes were glaring upon' her, and his attitude was crouching, as though ready for the fatal spring. She tried to believe that she was asleep and was visited by a hideous nightmare. But no, the savage brute was uttering a low growl, the white teeth were too real, and, unable to stand the fearful strain, upon her nerves, she fainted. When Amy Andrews returned to consciousness she still sat in the bearskin chair before the fire. She rubbed her eyes to see if she was awake, and then looked around again at what she believed was an apparition. Upon a stool at one side of the hearth sat a human being. She was between two fires-the lion and the Indian-and she would have almost preferred death by the real fire in front of her than at the hands of the one or the teeth of the other. She shook herself and sat up, and the lion growled.

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORI E S. 17 At this, the Indian spoke sharply and the animal laid down, content to let him manage matters. The savage then attracted attention of Amy more particularly. He was a man of large size, well aloi:ig in years, and had about as much mercy in his face as the brute opposite him possessed. He was decked out most gayly in feathers, beads, fringed buckskin leggings and hunting shirt, and in numerable brass rings, and a necklace of beads of all colors. This fact Amy particularly noticed, and, a good reader of human nature, even under a red complexion, she at once decided that, Indian, old and ugly though he was he a dandy, egotistical, arrogant, vain and selfish. His other faults she feared she would too soon discover al s o. He glanced at her as she revived, scolded the lion, and relapsed into the enjoyment of his pipe. No surprise was manifested at her being there, no questions as to when s he came . where from, how long she expected to stay, or if she liked the country. With a steady look at his face, which amounted t.1 a stare, Amy read that red man of the mountain, and, without a word, she calmly took off her watch and chain and handed it to him. He took it pretty much as a cat might pounce upon a mouse, and gave a gratified: "Ugh?" What U-g-h meant she had no means of knowing, so she watched the untutored savage take her chain, tie one end of it in the ring of the watch, and hang it around his neck like a locket. That he was a shade happier than he was before receiving the costly gift was evident, and Amy be gan to calculate just how happy it was in her power to make him. She had a belt of gold with her, but wished to hold that in reserve, so she t ook off a ruby ring and handed it to him. It would not go on the tip of his little fingerand he hung it on the chain, and fastened his eye on a diamond she w o re. Of course, it was handed to him, and brought forth another: "Ugh!" "I've risked three hundred dollars on the old sav-age now, and I'll see if he can talk," muttered Amy, and s he opened with: "You great chief, aren' t you?" "Yes, Snake-with-Wings great :hief," was the tural response. "I thought so; most big chiefs are great chiefs," returned Amy, and she added: "Snake-with-W.ings fine name." Yes." "Been here long?" "Long time." "Live here, don't you?" "Yes." "I thought so. Any family to speak of excepting that savage brute?" and she glanced at the lion. "Ugh." Here Amy was at sea again. "Is that beast tame?" "Good." "He don't look it." "Yes." "Then he does, for I agree with Snake-with-Wings in everything." "Ugh!" "That's what I want to know, what is ugh?" "Ugh!" "That's what I thought. Are you a Sioux?" "Cheyenne! Sioux heap bad Injuns." "So I think. I like Cheyennes." Snake-with-Wings seemed pleased at this, for he grinned; but as the relaxation of the muscles of his face seemed to give him pain, Amy was
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18 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. but, as he put his hand on it, there came a loud hail without. The lion sprung to his feet with a savage growl, and the Indian cried : "It is paleface chief. Him talk to white squaw.'' With thi s he left the cabin, followed by the mottn tain lioh, and poor Amy sat wondering if the newcomer was on a par with the two occupants of the cabin she had become acquainted with. "He may be worse, and, if so, may Heaven have mercy upon me," she murmured. The next instant the door was flung open, and the or. e whom Snake-with-\Vings had called the paleface chief stepped across the threshold of the cabin anrl at sight of him, Amy sprung to her feet ,:ith surprised cry upon her lips. CHAPTER CLII. UIS DOO::-I. The chief, whose sudden arrival in the midst 61 the storm had been announced to Amy A11clrews by the Indian Snake-with-Wings and whose co111ino' b h;:id brought from her lips a cry of surprise, was none other tha11 Old Bear Claws, the trapper. That lone hut in the canon was his principal retreat ih those wild mountains, and his housekeepers were the Indian and the lion. He had other cabins scattered here and there, in the most iM1ccessible places. The other cabins of Old Bear Claws were merely temporary abiding-places, scattered here and there; but the one in which Amy found herself was his home._ c ,'J s instincts in prairie and mountain craft, he had been heading for the cabin, in spite of his occasional getting off the trail in the storm, and, uh able to find Amy, and, feeling that she had been dashed down the cliff to her death, he had continued on his way, reached the pass at the head of the. deep canon and arrived after she did "Well, this is a glad surprise!" she said "Yas, it are a g ladder one ter me, fer I thought sartin yer were dead, when yer went over thet cliff, an' it can't be did ag'irt an' mt kill yer, an' so I corned on ter my leetle ranch, detarmined ter dig yer out o' ther snow ter-morrer and give yer decent burryin'. "But you tuk ther short cut an' beat heur, durned e f yer didn' t. "So it seems, and I found this warm fire most wel con'le." "Y as, I guess yer found the1 fire 111ore warmer in welcomin' yer then thct Injun an' panther, fer they is surly brutes, both of 'em, but they suits me. "I saved thet Injun from gittin' burnt at ther stake some years ago, an' he hev freezed ter me ever since, an' ther lion I r'ized from a purp, an' I guesses1 'ceptin' my horse, them is all that loves Old Bear Claws." "You must certainly count me as one of your friends." w aal, we'll see. "Now, I'll jist rummage round an' make this shanty comfortabl e fer yer ter-night, an' ther Injun, ther panther an' me will go ter other lodgin's; but I'll be on hand for breakfast with yer." Utterly worn out, with feeling of shelter and warmth, Amy sunk into a deep sleep, from which she \Yas awakened by Old Bear Claws calling to her that it was time for breakfast. She dressed herself hurriedly, out, a -nd saw that the storm had cleared away, and the sun was shining. A good breakfast awaited het, and .she had no cause to complain of Snake-with-Wings as a cook, whatever his other faults might be, and she ate heartily. "Now, jist come with me. lecldy, an' I'll give yer a surprise party," said the old hu!1ter. To her surprise, he caught hold of the cupboard against the back of the cabin, and it swm1g out like a door, revealing a cavern behind it. Taking a pine knot anrl iighting it, he led her through this cave, which grew larger as they went along, and she with horror, to suddenly come upon an arched chamber of rock. and behold before her, lying upon a cot, and cl:ained to the wall, a man with haggard face, emaciated form and gray hair and beard. But in spite of the the appearance of the poor wretch, and the story told her that he was dead, Amy A11drews recog-nized the father she had not seen for years. "Great God! you here, my poor, dear father," and she sprung to his side. "My child! my child! you have come to save me," was all the poor man could utter, and the two wete clasped in each other's arms.

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THE BUFF 1\LO BILL STORIES. 19 Suddenly, they were recalled to themselves by a stern voice saying: "Well, now, that I have you both in my power, I guess I can bring you to terms, Anson Andrews. They turned toward the speaker. It was Old Bear Claws. He stood a few paces apart, gazing upon them with a strange expression upon his face. The man was crouching down against the wall of the cave to which hi s irons were attached, and seemed a wreck of manhood. He gazed upon his beautiful daughter, and clung to her hand tremblingly, as though he feared to lo s e her. She looked upon Old Bear Claws with an expression of intense sur. prise. Not for a moment before had a shadow of doubt of the guide found a place in her heart. Now, when she saw her father in irons, and heard the remark of the man whose retreat she knew it was, she gasped : "'vVhat do you mean?" "I will tell you what I mean, Miss Amy Andrews, and the story is soon told." Old Bear Claws had suddenly dropped his dialect, and drawing himself up to his full height, confronted the father and daughter. "An explanation of your words and conduct are necessary, and both my poor father and myself will listen to what you have to say,'' said Amy, haughtily. "You assume a tone, my lady, by no means in keeping with your position at present,'' replied Old Bear Claws. "Ah! I see, you are as treacherous as a snake, and have gotten me into your power, you think." "I know it." "We shall see, si r ; but who are you?" "Old Bear Claws, the hunter." "No; that is evidently a name you are dodging justice under. "I ask who you are, and why you have suddenly turned against me, as your words and manner indi cate?" "Let me explain. "That man, your father, is my lifelong enemy." "Then you are the one that has placed him here in irons?" "I am." "How has he wronged you?" "Basely." "You know you speak falsely for I have done you no wrong," said the chained man. "It was no wrong to defraud me of my fortune, Anson Andrews?" "I did not defraud you of it, for your conduct turned your father's heart against you, and he willed it to me." "I was wild, I admit, and extravagant. "You were s lowgoin g, and your quiet ways made you a favorite with my father. "I needed money, Anson Andrews, and though you were the cashier, and could have let me have it, you refused." "I had loaned you all I could spare you from my own savings." 1 "Curse you r savings! I wanted more than you could save in years, and you refused me." "I did my duty to my uncle, whose cashier I was." "And I, his son, you would not help out of a scrape." "I could not." "So you said; well Miss Amy Andrews, let me tell you that I had a debt to pay, anq if it was not promptly paid, it would have been discovered that I had committed a forgery." "A forgery?" "Oh, yes; I don't mind telling you now. But I was driven to it. "As your father refused me the money I needed, I determined to take it from the safe. "I watched him open the safe several times, and discovered the combination lock. "That night I went into the office with a false key, opened the safe, and got out a roll of bills. "Your father and my father were returning home together from a lecture, and saw me go up the alley to the back door. "My father went after an officer, while that man, Anson Andrews, followecl me. "He found the door unlocked and came in, and met me coming out of the ofiice. "He sprung upon me, not knowing me-for I was disguised-and, when I saw he was going to geot the best of me, as an act of self-preservation, I drove a knife into his side. "At the door I was caugl1t by the officer and my father, who recognized me.

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20 T H E BUFF J\LO B ILL STORIES. "'Go! go with what you have stolen, and never darken my door again or call yourself my son.' "Such were the words of my father to me, and, taking him at his word, I departed, for he bribed the officer to let me go. "Since that day I never saw my father, for he died some years after, but your father, as you see, I have met since," and the man smiled in a sinister, sneering way that caused Amy to shudder. But her father, with bowed head, neither moved nor showed signs of having heard the man's recital of his acts of guilt. "Are you interested sufficiently in my confession and explanation of why you find your fath .er here chains, to wish to hear more?" asked Old Bear Claws. "Yes." "Well, the wound I gave your father that night well-nigh proved fatal; but he had a hardy constitution and surviYed it. "I came 'i\T est and went into the cattle business in a pleasant valley a hundred miles or so from here, and I would have succeeded well but for some little acts I committed that rendcrecl me an object of attention from the Vigilantes. "Of those irregularities, according to law, I need not speak, as they do not concern you. "But, while I was drifting about the border as adventurer, guide, trapper, aLCl lastly as a renegade, your father was playing his cards so well that my father left him his fortune. "I was cut off with ju st enough to bury me, and my cousin got the riches that should have been mine. "You are aware that in some way he swamped himself, and, rather than see his wife and child live in_ poverty, he came 'i\T est to dig gold out of the mm es. "By a strange accident I managed to save his life, and he was drawn toward me by the warmest g:-<:ti tude, though, under my border name. he did not know me-and, in fact, the many years that had passed since we met had changed me from the ruddyfaced youth of eighteen, which I was then. to the man of forty with long hair and beard. "But I knew him at a g-lance. "'vVell, we stuck together, and went as pards out here. "He already had dug out considerable gold, but my luck was not equal. "Perhaps I was too lazy. "Business called me away for a few weeks, and, in my absence, your father had made a big find, and, wit h all his diggings, intended to go soon to the nearest station, and return for his gold with wagons and a guard. "In my absence he had hidden it somewhere, and where he would not tell me, as some miners had given him cause to doubt me. "I told him I would help him, and he said no, and offered me a thousand. as mv luck had been so bad. ''His thousand I did not -want, but his thousands I did, and I determined to possess all. "He started for the nearest station alone; but I had already laid my plans, and, with an Indian comrade, I waylaid him on the road, and threatened him with death if he would not tell me the secret of where he had buried his gold. ''This he refused to do, and I brought him here, and here he has been ever since, and will remain until he tells the secret to me, for that gold I am determined to" have." "I do not doubt it. "You are, then, his comrade, of w110m he wrote such kind letters?" said Amy. "Yes." "You are Harry Hammond, who came to my mother and myself with the story of my father's death?" "Yes." "'vVhat motive had you for coming to see us?" "I knew he had sent considerable money to you, and I wi s hed to see just how much?'' ''And yet you brought us gold?" "A little, which I said had been left by your fathe t '. ''That was a blind simply to make myself solid, you know." "Vv ell. sir, you found out we were not rich?" "I found out that I lo,ecl my sweet cousin Amy, in my way, and I wanted to marry you. "Had I succeeded, I would have returned here, told your father you were my wife, and given him his liberty. in case he should swear by the most sa cred oaths that he would not betray me. "Then, I would see that he made his will in your favor, and his death would have been a matter of very short time after that." "Oh, you villain!" cried Amy, with intense indignation. "I know it, sweet cousin; but my cloven foot was re,ea led to you. and I spoiled my prospects, so returned \Ve s t, to try and force from your father where his gold was hidden. "This he refus e d to do, saying he would rather die. and you see he is dying on account of his stub bornness." "If he dies he shall be fearfully avenged," said Amy, with savage earnestness. "You are in no position to threaten." "\Ve shall see." "Yes, we shall see, sweet cousin "It was a lucky clay when I found you had arrived at Poker Paradise. and I was at once determined to get possession of you." "And you have succeeded.''

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THE BU ff J\LO BILL STORIES. 21 "Certainly. I play to win, and hole! as many trump cards as that terrible fellow, Buffalo Bill." ''You'll find that Buffalo Bill will win the game when it comes to a play of l i fe and death between you." ''I'll risk it, for Satan takes care of his own, and I can find no fanlt with him for not caring for me." "\Veil, sir, what is your intention now vvith regard to my poor father and myself?'' and Amy glanced straight into the face of the man before her. ''To get your father's golcl, and make you Mrs. Henry Hammond," \\"as the unblushing remark of t11e man, as he drew from his head a most cleverly made wig and beard, revealing his countenance as it nally was. CHAPTER CLIII. 'l' H E T E R M S F 0 R L I F E:. For the moment after his terrible threat of what was his diabolical intention, Amy Andrews stood iike a statl:c gazing upon the dark. handsome, but and cruel face of the man before her. Her father had seemed to awaken from his lethargy, and half rose to his feet, to sink again upon his bearskin rug, with a groan that seemed to come from his inmost being. "You dare make such an assertion to me, sir?" at last said Amy, with trembling Yoice and flashing eyes. "\Vhv not?" "You ask why not?" 'Yes." "I marry such as you are?" an cl her S('.:orn was fearful. 'You certainly shall." "Never!" "You forget you are in my power." "Oh, no! I could not forget that, with your dev ilish face confronting me.?' "Here! be warned not to insult. or you may rue your words." "You will not harm me." ''You need not be too certain." you said you loved me." "I do." "Goel helo such love!" "It is tnie love, and I would make you my wife, and become a changed man, led by your influence, for I would have gold. and it is the desire for riches that makes me the wicked man I am. "You know your wickedness, then?" "Of course, and do not deny it, so I \\'OO you under no false pretenses." "You have kept my poor father here a chainecl prisoner. trying to wring the secret of where he had hidden his gold from him, and yet he has had the nerve to remain firm to thwart you, and I am his child, so you need not think I will yield "I will kill him if he does not tell." "Oh, no.;' "I say I will." "And I say oh. no. ''You shall see." "No; you are cowardly enough, I admit, but then you hnry the secret with him, and thus thwart your self." "I mean l shall yet have his goid, and make you mv wife." .. And I mean that you shall neither get the gold .. nor marry me. "Amen!'' The worcl was spoken in a deep vo i ce, and it was the chained prisoner who uttered it. "\Vell, I'll tell you my terms." ''The terms of an ardent Yillain." ''Be c;:ii-efui.'' .\murderer. a renegade, ay, and all that is bad." "You had better he \\arnecl, Amy :-\nclre\\s, or yon'll regret it.'' "I can regret nothing so much as having known you." Yott shall know me better." 'Your terms, please. Yillain, and then leave us." "\Vell. the fortune and )our hand in marriage." "Never!" ''I say yes. for then I will set your father at liberty, ancl we ,,ill seek other bnds and live in happiness." '':\lever!" "Think.'' "l\ o, I will not think." "Then, here you both remain and die," he said, savagely. "So be it. we will clie." "Well, you know my terms, and if you agree to them, just come to the cabin and rap, and I will hear you. "I shall bring yon a cot and make you as comfortable as I can: but through the cabin is the onl y means of egress from this cabin. and you see escape is impossi ble.'' ''Yonder light streams through crevices, so you \\ill have air, and not be in the da r k, and the Indian will g-ive you food regular] "Now, I leave you to think over my terms.'' The next moment he ,yas gone. and Arny Andrews was alone with her father. whom she had so strangely found. and found a mere \Heck of his former self. ''Oh, father! what have we clone that all t h is sor-row should come upon us?" The cry came from poor Amy when the prese nce of the man, knmrn as Old Bear Claws, no longer prevented her from an exhibition of her feelings. For an instant she seemed utterly crushed u n d e r the blow, and her brave. nature yielded to weakness.

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22 THE BUFF ALO BI L L STORI ES. But, when s he gazed upon the tortured face of her father, and sa w that in his weak state he, too, was about to yield, after the long time of resolute de fiance he had maintai ned she at once controlled her emotion. She s aw that the strong man would break down now and now wa s when )oth needed all their strength, for not for a moment d1'd the maide11 think of yie lding to t h e demand of the villain who had brought so much sorrow upon them. "Amy, m y child we are but reeds in hi s hands. "I will confess the secr e t of where my treasure is b u ried and let him all, if only he will allow you and me to go in peace. "Vole will be poor, but I will wo r k again for your support, my noble chi ld. "Call him, Amy, and tell him I 'Nill confess and that he shall have the gold." The appearance of the man was p i tiab l e as he spoke; but the same resolute will that had upheld him through starvatio n impriscnment, and the iron chains eating into his flesh now shone forth in the face of his daug hter. No, father. not one dollar shall he ha v e and he shall n ever make me hi s wife." "But, my chi l d "Father, for years you have held out against that devil in human s hape, a nd now tha t I am with you, you can recuperate, and I \ v ill not mind the imprison m ent. I am young and strong, and have a spirit not readily broken. "He will not iron me for h e th inks a woman can do nothing to escape from hi s power. "But he sh all s e e so cheer up my clea r father, and we will see what c a n be clone." Her firm reso l v e gav e r e new e d lif e to him, and the two sat down for an earnest t a lk togethe r. Then s he made inquirie s of all he knew about the cavern and asked re garding there being no outl et, except throug h t h e ca b in. "Amy!" suddenly cried the imp r isoned man, eagerly. "There niu s t be, there is, another outlet, and I will tell y o u why I think, or rather know so. "One clay th a t villainous panther was left to watch me when the Indian l eft the cabin, and, g e ttin g tire d o f h i s work, I saw him go off to the left of yonder bend, and in hours t i me he returned wit h a large mountain rabbit in his m o uth, which he la i d down there and ate." "Then there is an opening?" eagerly a s ked Amy. "Yes, for that rabbi t either came in. or the panther went out and caught it ." "Oh! if I could but find it; but then i t might be too small for us to get out. "No; for one night I was awakened by a growl, and saw two bright objects ove r there against the wall, looking at me. "The fire had b urned l ow and at first I thought .it was the lion; but then another growl came, and I felt sure it was a wild animal. I reached over and stirred up t he embers, and distinctly saw the savage beast run away, and it was, I think, a bear." "That settles t h e question of an outlet, father. "But did you tell that man, or the Indian, about your seeing the animal?" "No, though I felt it would be s afer to do so, as some night it might return and spring upon rrie in sleep. I asked for s o me wood at night to keep the fire b u rning, but they immediately deprived me of all they h a d before allowed me and nightly I have been in fear of be ing torn i n pieces by wild beasts." "Oh! what have you not suffered, my poor father?" "Untold agonies, my child, and I believe I should havt gone mad, but for your timely coming. "But see, I tried to file my chain in two, by. rubbing t h ose links agains t the rocks. "See!" He h e l d forth the chains, near where they were driven i n the rocks, and showed that two links had be e n w orn very thin. "This would necessitate your carrying the weight of thre e feet on either wri st, father. "I should ha v e thought you would have tried. to free t he m a nacles on your wrists." "Oh. no! they are d ai ly inspected by the Indian. and i t w o uld have b ''en seen that I was tampering with them. "That is the right j:llace and they would act da ngero u s w eapons in ca s e I had been attacked. "But m y strength gave out, and I could do no more, and h a d alm ost gi v en mys elf up to die "Yet I should have died with the secret burial place of my treasure untold, for that man should ne ver have had i t ;vVell father, ch eer up now and ere long I fee l th2t all will b e w ell. W e will fight fate to the bitter end, and triumph at la st. ' As soon as night comes on and we are left alone I inspect th is c avern thoro ughly for I have c o uple o f boxes of matche s in my pocket, w h ich I f o ; tmiately forgot to p u t in my satche l at our last halting-pl a ce a n d merely di scO\e r e d a s I vvas about to mount. ' C h ee r up. father, for I see light ahead, and we will yet outwit that man, and then--" She p a used, a nd her father asked: \iVh a t were you about to s ay my chi ld?" "Then we will fin d out ;ust h ovv swe e t revenge is," an11 her voice was cold and bitter as she spoke, for.

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r \fHE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. the plight of her father made her indeed most r e after the poor man asked: "And how is it, my chi ld, that you are here 111 these wilds?" "Father, that man. Henry Hammond, came to mother and myself and told us that you were dead, and gave us that "vVe believed him, and he was kind to us, until one day he asked me to marry him and I refused, when he became abusive, and made threats terri ble to h ear, after which he left, going we knew not where. "One night mother awoke after a strange dream and she told me that she had seen you, and that you had said that she was not to believe Henry Hammond's story, for you were alive and a prisoner in a mountain camp. ''That dream took such possession of me that I at last decided to know the truth, and I started for these wilds and I determined to go to every camp, follow eYery trail until I found you. "On my way to Poker Paradi se I met the great stout, Buffalo Bill, then driving the Overland coach, as he told me, to try and locate the haunts of road agents and their strength.'' ' I know him \Yell by name, my child, and h e is a wonderhtl man." "\,Yell, a road-agent spy was in the coach with me, as a passenger, and but for Buffalo Bill he woqld have robbed me. "But Buffalo Bill saved me and my money and jewels, for I brought the latter to sell i f I should be robbed. "And more. Buffa l o Bill knows my story, for he is a noble man and one to trbst, and he will soon be on my trail never fear, and he will rescue us." ''If man can do so, he i s that man," was the prisoner 's reply. CHAPTER CLIV. IlUFF.\LO BILL'S It took Buffalo Bill quite a while to rally after his long and terrific struggle with the madman in t h e cavern, where he had sought shelter from the storm. But, thol1gh feeling sore and tired, he at last became assured that he was himself again, and he set to work to bury the body of the dead giant under the stones he found in plenty in the cavern. This humane duty attended to, and with a regret that the madman had forced him to him, he sought rest for the balance of the night. Having rested well, he awoke feeiing very com fortable. and found that the storm was over. After breakfast he mounted his horse and continued further into the mountains, hoping to strike the trail of Old Bear Claws and the young girl he had deceiYed into trnstini; him. \Vhat the mans motive could be, Buffalo Bill could not understand, unless it \vas to hide her away in his retreat and there force a la:ge payment from her for her freedom. "I never liked the old fellow, and there have been some dark stories told about him. "Dave should never have allowed the g irl to go with him. and if harm comes to her, I'll drive him out of this country,'' said Buffalo Bill, as he pushed on his \\'ay into the mountain fastnesses where few men dared to go. He had started upon the trail of O l d Bear Claws, when he had left Poker Paradis e with Amy, the night that Trailer Tom had 1 een killed, :rnd the snow having wiped o!'.1t all tracks, he hac\ to depend upon his cleverness as a borclerman to follow those be sought by signs alone, signs of the \\'ay he bel ie ved the o ld trapper would take, \\ith a vouni;.r girl's comfort to be looked after. His wonderfu l manner of reading the signs about him gave him an idea of the course which they must have taken. But, getting farther into the mr tmtains, he was at a loss to knm\ wh i ch way could have gone. Could he not find the retreat, which he felt con fident could not be very many miles a\vay, after a few clays' search, it was his intention to go to the village of a friendly Indian chief, a11d get a hundred of his best warriors, and then he knew s ucce ss wo uld be certain. For two clays he searched alone, not wishing to call on the Indians if he could help it, and not de s irin g to lose the time it would take to go to their village and back, for the mountains were not wholly free from snow and the traveliPgwas dangerous and bad. At the encl of the third clay he was about to start for the village, a nd give up further sea rch alone1 when, hanging from a s m all tree, just in front of his face, he saw a n object fluttering. Ridi n g .forward he saw that it was a lady's veil. The wind h ad whipped it out, and the veil was badly torn; but still it held firmly upon the branch, which had evident l y caught it as Amy rode beneath, and drawn it from her head, for he did not doubt but that it was hers. After looking at it carefully he came to several theories that were correct: It had been clays on that branch. It had been torn from her head while she was passing beneath on horseback. The manner in which it was caught on the branch showed that she was going to the north. It was taken off at night, or she would have returned and taken it. It was torn off in the midst of the snowstorm that had followed her departre from Poker Paradise, o r she would have, at any rate, turned and searched fot

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24 THE BUFF ALO BILL STOR I ES. it; but, as she did not, she was doubtless urged on by Old Bear Claws to hastily seek some shelter. Old Bear Claws was too good a borderman to look for temporary shelter in that snowstorm, or to have pressed on, without a definite point in view, and therefore the retreat could not be far away. The steepness of the mountain path, on the veil was found, had before prevented Buffalo Bill from thinking Old Bear Claws had led Amy by that rough trail. But now there could be no doubt which way they had gone, and on Buffalo Bill went until night caused him to camp. With the first streak of day he was again in the saddle, and had gone but a short distance wheti he came to a ridge that overlooked a deep canon. Down in the gorge, and at its end, curling up above the treetops, he saw a thin wreath of smoke. "By Heaven! I have found them!" The cry broke from his lips in ringing tones, and taking the nature of the country in at a glance, he saw the best way to reach the cabin, from whence he knew the smoke must come. But hardly had he entered the wild valley when he came upon a startling scene. Before him, not a hundred yards away, were the .cabins of the old trapper. Before them were four human beings and the sav age brute the trapper had so well trained. These were Amy Andrews upon her knees and with hands clasped, as she looked pleadingly toward Old Bear Claws. Her father was bound to a pine tree, but no longer chained, and, standing in front of him was the Indian, Snake-with-Wings, holding in check the savage beast from attacking Anson Andrews. The scene was a terrible one, and Buffalo Bill read its purport at a glance, even had he not heard the words of Old Bear Claws: "Your father must give up his gold and you be come my wife, or I'll tell the Indian to release that savage brute to tear him to pieces." The revengeful old renegade was so taken up with his devilish plot that he did not hear or see the ap proach of Buffalo Bill. Ouick as a flash Buffalo Bill raised his rifle, and his first shot was to kill the mountain lion. Hardly had the brute dropped dead when a second shot from the scout crashed throug-h the brain of the equally savage Indian, \Yhile, s'pur. ing for ward, a revolver in hand now, Buffalo Bill shouted: "Up with your hands, you old Satan, or I fire!" Old Bear Claws was fairly caught. his Indian pard and the lion lying dead near him, and the sccut holding him under cover. But he saw that Amy Andrews was in a line with him and he took the chance cf a shot to spring backward and seize her, holding her as a shield before h!m with one hand, while with the q_ther he grasped lus revolver. But he had not counted upon the perfect con fidence of Buffalo Bill in his deadly aim, and the lightning rapidity with which the scout could aim and fire. Though he saw his half of the man's head, as he leaned over the form of Amy to see to fire at his foe, Buffalo Bill drew trigger and his bullet buried itself between the eyes of the vindictive renegade. As he fell, Amy sprung from his limp grasp and cried: Buffalo B ill, I knew that you would save us!" Explanations quickly followed, and Amy told how Old Bear Claws had discovered them attemptingto escape, and they had bound Ler father to a tree and really would have released the brute to tear him to pieces did she not yield to his demands-that she should become his wife. '"'vVell, they were a dangerous trio, and the country is better without them. "Mr. Andrews, you can ride that old devil's horse, Miss Amy has her own, and to-morrow we will start for Poker Paradise, for this is too near the Sioux village to be safe." So it was decided, and Mr. Andrews said that he could readily make the journey, so the start was made, the bodies being left in the cabin by the scout. The next night's halt was made at Buffalo Bill's ranch, and, learning that the mad miner had been killed, Bricktop told his companions to pay their bets. which they di e!. The following night the party arrived in Poker. Paradise, and Amy was given her room, and her father placed near her, while Buffalo Bill said: '"Da ve, you may or may not have known what that old trapper really was, but I"ll give you the benefit of the doubt and thus save your neck : but I came on the stage trail to make certain discoveries and I happen to know that you posted the. road agents as to passengers who had money, and only because you were good to the soldiers do I spare you; but my ad vice to you is to sell out your tavern and other ciaims here and leave this country before you get a rope about your neck." "I'll do it quick, Bill and thank you for the ad Yice," was the answer. A few weeks after, Mr. Andrews and his daughter took the eastbound coach1 and with it went his fortune in f!Old which had s o nearly cost him his life. while Buffalo Bill went along as an escort and saw them well through the land of clanger, when he again returned to his perilous duties upon the far frontier -duties and deeds that won for him the title of the Bravest of the Brave. TO BE CONTINUED.

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PRIZE ANECDOTE DEPARTMENTo Boys, look on page 3l and su the announcement of the new contest. We propose to make this contest the most successful and far-reaching ever conducted. It rests with you to do it, but we know that you can, because the first contest along the same lines has been a tremendous success. Here are some of the best articles received this week: My Narrow E -scape. (By Walter Emerson, Bangor, Maine.) One day when I had been out to my uncle's, about five miles out into the country, on my bicycle I had quite an experience. I was coasting down a steep hill when my wheel struck a stick or some other obst.ruction lying in the road. I landed in a very unceremonious manner beside the road. The front wheel of my bicycle was a wreck. It was so completely sprung out of shape that J could not possibly ride it. I took it into a house near l:Jy and started home afoot. A man overtook me in a team, and I asked him for a ride. He told me to jump in, which r did. We had not gone far when I discovered that my companion was badly intoxicated. The team was going at a rattling pace and I dared not jump out. So I helrl on to the seat and kept still. Soon we came to a railroad crossi11g. I heard the roaring of a train. Realizing our danger, I grabbed the man's arm and told him to hurry up. By this time the train was in sight com ing round a turn. 'fhe man lost what little presence of mind h e had and stopped square on the track! Happily for us, I did not lose my head. Grabbing the whip from the man's nerve less hand, I struck the horse a sharp blow. On rushed the iron monster, but, thank Heaven! we were safe. One second later and-Well, this story would never have been written! An Adventure With a Jersey Bull. (By Beu. J Friley,,Catlettsburg, Ky.) I work for a man who is very fond of fine cattle, and abottt two years ago he bought a bull which I took charge of, think ing to have lots of fun with him. I was very proud of him. The owner told me to be very careful, as he might be danger ous, but I tolrl him there was no danger. Winter passed a way and summer came, so we put him in pasture, and as there wasn't much grass I would take him out some corn day. One day as I war,; to feed him I not ic ed that some boy had b ee n teasing htm, and he was very mad, and was bellow ing, but when he saw me he quieted down, so it seemed, and I put his corn down on the ground and he began to eat as usual. So I went over. across a little stream that was near by to get some apples whtch I saw on a tree, and after I had gotten all the apples I wanted I started back, anrl I noticed he was th1ot1gh eating and was walking around the fence, but I thought. that nothing strange. So I wall!:ed on with my head down and my thonghts on something e lse, when all at once I heard a lourl roar which shook the Yety ground beneath my feet, and as I raised my head I saw the bull c harging right down upon me with the speed of a race horse He was ail worked up, wit11 his tail standing straight in the air. He was the most frightful and clange1'otts-looking creature I ever saw. Well, I was just in the center of the field, so there was no chance of getting to the f ence, nnd I knew it would be sure death to run, so I stood right still. On cnme the bull. He was now about fifty feet from me and I was almost paralzyed wit11 fenr. Just at that moment I thought of a revolver which I had in my pocket. It was a .38 Colts. Quick as a flash, I dre w it and leveled it at the bull's head and fired. Ast.he pistol cracked he bounded high in the air and fell to the ground, and I made a break for the fence, but I hadn't gone half way before the bull was up and after me again, but he was not going so fast, so I reached the fenee and got over and waited for him to come up, but as he c
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26 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. time and with a desperate effort I succeeded. When I was safe on some logs I found myself at. the foot of Thirty-second street. I could not get back without my clothes, and I sat down for some time. After a while I decided to swim past the 'J'hirty fottrth street ferry a11d then wnlk the docks the rest of the way. When I got bat!k my friend was surprised to see me as he thought I was drowned. My Rescue Fr-om a Watery Grave. (By W. W. Wetmore, Port Washington, N. Y.) About three ago three boys, James an\i Harold McKee and William \' dmore, the writer, were learning to swJm. 'fhis is the way we learned. We each took a board and laid on it on our stomachti. Then we would strike out just as you do when swimming. 'fhe board, of course, supported us just like a life preserver. Well, one day one of us made the motion that we roll off our boardi; all of a sud
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THE BUFF l\LO B!LL STORIES. 27 open, commenced to shout for help. But the roar of the flames drowned the sound of my voice. The fire was rapidly creeping along the corridor. Most of the house was already in ruins, and I knew that if someone did not come to my assistance very soon, I would have to take the chances and jump for it. But a very few minutes had elapsed since I made my escape from the room, and I knew that the rest of the household were busy making their 'own escape, and had but little time to think of others. Nevertheless, I continued to shout for help, but received no A few minutes more anrl the flames bad reached me. I saw there was nothing to do but t o jump. I climbed onto the windowsill, poised myself for a moment ancl made the leap. It seemed an age till I reached the ground, aud the--" Wal, youngster, you had a nanow escape, I tell ye; I came round the co1ner of thcr house in time ter see you land on ther ground, an' a minute later the roof f ell in." Uncle .Toe was the speaker. I had come to in bed, and found Uncle Joe and Aunt Ruth. and a neighboring lady, at whose house we were, at my berlside. Two days later I was out of bed, and almost as sound as ever. The origin of the fire was never discovered, but Uncle Joe said he thought it was caused by a defective flue. The Time We Saw a Ghost. (By Robert Winnie, Philadelphia, Pa.) It was May 271 two years ag-o, when it happened, and I remember it well. I live in Wes t Philadelphia, near a l11rge brickyard. Frank and Edgar, two of my friends, and I decided to play hookey from school. I made love to a pack of cards from home, and went to the brickyard to mee t Eddie and Frankie We had just stopped playing on account of the darkness when a loud, unearthly screech rent the air. Ed stnrted to cry. "I wnnt to g-g-g-go home," he sobbed, but was afraid to move. Something white started to come, noiselessly i toward us, and 'Ed almost fainted. I threw a btick at it, but L missed it. Frank started to pl'omise rue not to hookey any more when Ed, with a wild yell, darted, like a streak of lightning, straight at the ghos t. The ghost must have been shocked at. such unheard of rude-ness, for it toppled right over. Then we all ran, the ghost after tts. We wel'e too fast for him, so he soon gave up. All of a surlden we heard yells of laughter behind us. We didn't stop to see what it was, but ran straight home. Next day, in school, every one was l n u ghing at us. A fellow had seen us going to the brickyard and, after calling a dozen friends, dres s e d up in a sheet, and let out that awful yell. Eddie is now very superstitious. A. Despeq1te Escape. (By Charles T,oupret, New London, Conn.) This incident which I am about to writ. e occurred three Sundays ago. W e had been in the woods all dRy and had starte
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' THE BUFF /\LO BILL STORIES. knowing whether I was on the path or not, every now and then ligllting a match to see whet.her I as on the trail till I burned all but two matches, which I determine(! to keep for an emergency. As I was peering ahead inlo the darkness I saw something shining in front of me. I stooped down and saw that I was standing on. the edge of the Blue Hawk River. Another step and I would have fallen into it. After another half a n hour of stumbling about I ran into a white birch tree, and as I tore slabs of the bark off I determined to light a fire and camp right whe,re I was till morning came, when I could find the trail. I soon had a good fire blazing, and choosing a soft spot I settled myself for the remainder of the night. Several times I dozed off, but I was awakened by the crack ling of twigs nearby, but seeing nothing I dozed off again and when I awoke again day "as breaking and the fire had gone out. I had no difficulty in finding the trail and aniYed at the camp in time for breakfast. Burned Out. (By Michael McC arthy, Boston, Mass.) I am a constant reader of all of your Buffalo Bill stories, having read them from No. I up to tlie present nnmber. I have written a little anecdote which happened when I was but eight yearn old. One night I was wakene d out of my dreams by the gongs of the fire engines. My younger brother, Willie, was lying beside me. The room was full of 'rhere was no doubt of it, the fire was in our house. Young as I was, s till I knew all the horror!\ of a fire, and pondered over a terrible death in the fire. I snatched up my baby brother, then one year and a haH old, and rushed thl'ough the flames ns quickly as I could I staggered down the first flight of stairs, and my burden seemed to grow heavier at every step. My arms were aching BOYHOODS OF with the terrible strain upon them. I had reached the door when I fell down exhausted. A glad shriek from my as Willie was snatched from my arms. That was the last thing I heard. When I awoke I found myself the hero of the hour. A High Jump. (By John M. Rigney, Jersey City, N. J.) One day last August I \YRS going to see my aunt in Lafayette, and I thought I would make a short cut by the railroad, so I went along the Central Railroad tracks. There is a little bridge going across the Morris Canal between the right and left-hand track. Well, as I was going over it reading a book, I got as far as the middle of the bridge when I heard a whistle and look ing up I saw a locomotive coming on the left track. I looked back and there was a regular passenger train coming from Newark bearing down fast on me. I could not run either way without being hit. I forgot to drop on my stomach and lie ttat t.ill they would pass, and there I stood wit.h the canal under me about sevent. y-five feet. I didn't want to be killed so what did I do bnt step back a foot and jump 11igh in the air just as the locomotive rushed by me, and I dove down into the canal. I struck bottom and dove up and swam to the right of the shore, and cra"led out, very much frightened, and ran home and changed my clothes. The locomotive stopped, as they thought I was killed. A boy by the name of Michael Macguire saw me jump. Caught in a Connecting Shaft. ( B y Herman Schwarzer, St. Louis, Mo.) One day while I was playing around a factory my clothes caught in a connecting shaft two feet from the wall, and I was thrown violently to the ground. I braced myself against a post, thus saving myself from a terrible den th. Although no bones were broken, I was so badly bruised that I could not stand. FAMOUS MEN. This department contains each week the story of the early career of some celebrated American. Watch for these stories and read them, boys. They are of the most fascinating interest. Those already published are : No. 1Buffalo Bill; No. 2-Kit Carson ; No. 3-Texas Jack ; No. 4 Col. Daniel Boone; Nos. 5 and 6-David No. 7-General Sam Houston; Nos. 8 and 9-Lewis Wetzel; Nos. rn and H-Capt. John Smith; No. 12-Wild Bill; No. 13-Dr. Frank Powell, the Surg eon Scout. No. l!J.-Buckskin Sam. (MAJOR SAMS. HALL.) THE TEXAS RANGER. The Massachusetts farm, where Sam Hall was born, was not large enough to satisfy his ambition, even when he was a boy of seven, a.nd he longed to go fortber than the home boundaries, to see more of the world than was possible in his weekly trips to town wit11 his father. This longing to roam nearly cost hi01 his life when he was in his seventh year, as he went from the hayfields to the woods, and thence on into the hills until when be started upon his return he found that he was lost. Night was coming on, and with it a stor'm, so the boy, with out <;rying over his misfortune, set to work to build a brush 11leiter under which he could sleep and keep dry. Sam had an eye to what he wanted, found a good spot, and had his shelter ready when night and the storm came together. He wanted hi s supper, would like to have had a fire and a gun, but, otherwise, was happy. It was his first adventure, and he was not afraid. He soon went to sleep in his bed of leaves, and he slept well; but he awoke at dawn very hungry, and set off to find his way home, while he felt a secret joy in having made a hero of him!lelf, though he did have a certain dread of an in the woodshed with his father and a leather strap with which he had already become acquainted.

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 29 Sam was lost, there was no doubt of that, and he in vain tried to get his bearings. Suddenly he saw a man and called to him. The man came at a run, shrieking as he did so, and was wild-eyed, unkempt, and Sam was sorry he had met him, for he brandished a knife as he came, while he called out: "You have crossed the dead line into my domain, and I shall kill you." "Crazy!" said Sam to himself, and he picked up a stone. On rushed the man, waving his knife and crying: "I will kill you! I will kill you!'' Sam was very properly frightened, and yet he was cool 'in his throwing the stone with good aim. It hit the man sqttarely in the face and down he went, just as the boy bee.rd shouts, and up dashed his father and a num_ ber of men on horseback. Mr. Hall first gave Sam a httgging and then a licking, while the men with him looked after the unconscious crazy man, who had escaped some time before from an asylum. He was bad4y hurt, but after being returned to the asylt1m reco,,ered. Sam became a hero, and the next Sunday at church was looked at by the boys with envy and admiration. Sam was herder for his father's sheep and cattle, and he was soon noted as a rider, varying his mounts from a conch horse and mule to his pony and the year olcl calves, and often tossed so high in the air he feared he would not come down. He had a pistol and a shotgun, and spent all his change for ammunition to practice with. 'rhcn he decided to go to Texas, and to ge' t money he became a newsboy on the new railroad that had been run through his father's farm. With the money thus earned he went to New York, and got a position as bellboy in a hotel, and his pay and liberal fees from the guests soon enabled him to get ready to start for Texas. That night Sam was very tired, and slipped into a vacant room and under the bed for a nap. He slept long, was awakened by voices, and heard a plot between two men to murder and rob a Texan who was to come there. Luck favored Sam, fo1 a large iron bed-wrench had been left upon the floor, and he grasped it. The Texan came, at a signal was attacked, and though the boy could not prevent the fatal knife blow in the victim's back, he struck the assassin heavily upon the head with the wrench, and then threw the iron with an aim that laid the other villain his length upon the floor. The assassin dropped his knife and fled, Sam rang the bell for help, and the \lying Texan told his story, and gave his dying wishes to the boy, which were to take his belt of money and papers to his wife and daughter in rexas. He also left Sam a handsome sum for all expenses, and the boy, not wishing to be detained by the court, slipped away at night, and started for the Lone Stat State, the dreams of his ambition, and when he was only in his sixteenth year. It was by sailing vessel that Sam started, going on a brig bound to Galveston, and in a storm off the Bahamas one of the passengers was washed overboard and 'the boy, who could swim like a duck, leaped into the sea and rescued her, after very nearly losing his own life before the two were picked up. This adventure made Sam a hero with all on board, and a purse was made up for him, which, however, he refused. '!'he girl be saved was a consumptive, and the shock and drenching she received sent her to her bed, and some days after she died and was buried nt sea in a calm, and by moonlight, and the sad incident made a deep impression upon the reckless boy. The day that Sam landed at Indianola, he very quickly discovered that it was a ver.v tough place. Bttt he made the acquaintance of a roan who had Leen a falnous fighter, but had turned boss of n wagon train, and learnin;J that he was to start with his wagons for San Antonio, t.hat the trail would carry him near San Saba, where was the home of the Texan killed in New York, he decided to go that way, for those were not the d ays of railroads As Sam was t alking to the wagon boss ttp dashed a cowboy, followed by two othern, and with a yell he gave the boy a cut with his bull whip that made him dance. Sam grabbed a chair from the piazza, and started for the bully, who had dismounted; hut with a spring the ex-Indian fighte r was ttpon t .he cowboy, who called to his comrades to "kill the man and the boy, too But Sam had already 'rexanized himself with a gu.n, and he ttscd his revolver with such good nim he dropped one cowboy, who shot at him, from his horse, just as the Indian fighter kiiled the other, the third fl,ying in terror. "I'm in 'rexas, and I m learning-," muttered Sam, and he thanked the wagon bo ss who said: "You'll do, my boy, for you'Yc got it in you. "Yott go as my gt1est along to San Saba," and so it was tlrnt Sam started upon his prairie life under a very thorough teacher, and took to his teachings fat more than he ever had to those of the one who taught the country school near his Massnchusetts home. 'l'he trail to San Antonio was a delightful one to Sam, who enjoyed hunting, driYing the oxen, cooking the meals and listening to the campfire stories. when the trail ran near to San Sa La, that is within sixty miles of it, Sam, who had bot: ght a good horse and weapons, with a complete outnt, started off alone to find the ranch of the dead '!'exan, to whom he was anxious to keep h i s p ledge. The wagon boss directed him how to go; but there were no trnils, and Sam had to depend upon himself. His first night alone upon the prairie was a dismal one, with the wolves howling about his little camp. The next day Sam was sure that he had wrong, for night again fell with not the sign of a habitation near. A 8evere storm came up also, and no shelter near. He hehl on, hoping to tind some timber in which to camp, and at last did so, but at the same time saw a campfire, and a1ottnd it several Indians. This gave Sam a shock, and he wns wondel'ing what to do when the Indians rose, mounted their ponies and disappeared, so the youth decided to take advantage of their fire as he was very cold and hungry. But jnst then he heard yells and shots in the distance, and he nt once rode in the direction from whence the sounds came. "Where there was fighting there must be wl1ite men as well as redskins," Sam argued. Sam hac1 not fought Indians, but he was full of nerve, a good shot and very shrewd, and he might be o f service, he thought. And he was, for he came in sight of a cabin, before which brush had be e n piled and set on fire, while the Indians were in the background. Sam did not hesitate at the consequences to himself, but fired aud brought down an Indian. But seen hy the other Indians, who turned to fly, one fired an ano''" which killed the youth's horse; but catching on his feet, as nimbly as a cat, he again fired, and shouted as for others near to coi.ne on. His seconrl shot also got its redskin, and out of the cabin came a woman and a boy, who began to fight the fire dragging it away from the door. "We'd have been killed but fo1 you, as my h usband is away from home, and those Indians knew it. "Come in and have supper," said the woman, gazing at the slender, handsome youth. This Sam was more than glad to do, and without a thought of the Indian who had escaped, the two dead ones were taken to an outhouse, the saddle and traps taken off his horse, and he went into the cabin and greatly enjoyed the supper the good woman prepared fot him, while he slept without; dreams that night in a bed, the first time for weeks.

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30 THE BUFF J\LO BILL '.l'J:ie next the s e ttler returne d with hi s supplie. s from t b e m_1hta: y trad111g :post, and he warmly welcome d Sam, p raised him highly for hts good work for his family, and gave him a really good horse, which he would accept no pay for. Sam s taye
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