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. lsnud By Sttbscn' $_1,JO per year. Eritn-ed as Seco"d Class Matter at t he N. Y Post Offic t by STREET &: SMITH, 2 3 8 W11 /iarn St., N Y. Entere d acconli"K to Act of Conpe ss in tlle year 'Qf>a, in t;Jte Office of tlle Librarian of Co"K'Yess, Was hing-t o n. D. C. No. 35. NEW YORK, Ja nuary 1 1, 1 9 0 2. Price F iv e Cen ts BUf f ALO BILL'S VICTORlt:S. By the author of 4 BUFF ALO BILL." CHAPTER CLXIX. BUFFALO BILL S DEADL'Y 'l' RAIL. "Cody, I wish you to help me in a difficult matter." "In any way that I can do so, General Carr, command me," promptly answered Buffalo Bill. "It i a deadly trail to send a man on, one of 'des perate anger, great hardships, and with the chances all against you-one in a hundred that you are suc ce s sful or do not lose your scalp. "I'll take that one chance, gerieral. for I am at your service sir. I put my life in the balance when I became an army scout." "Yes, and a charmed life it is for you seem deathproof, and you are the only man I would trust on this mission " I am ready, s ir if there is a grave at the end of the trail.. "It is because you alwa).'S escape that I believe you now cap s o. But you remember Surgeon Valdon ? "I will never forget him, sir, for hi s skill saved me from death in an attack of fever, and my mother could not have nursed me more tenderly; but has aught been heard of him sir?" "No, and you remember that h e left the fort over a year ago to go to the Indian villa 'ge and cure them, while they we1' e c;l};ing by d o zens with small pox?" j "Yes, sir; he hoped to bring peace between them and the whites by playing the Good Samaritan act, but I guess .they k i lled him, though I never have been able to bring myself to be l ieve it for sure." "Nor can I believe Val don deatl -it does not seem right that he should be, for he was such a splendid fellow. "He entered the army temporarily only as a stir geon, you know, and there was none bet ter, but he could have commanded a regiment just as well, and he was a good sco u t, utterly fearless, and that is aH we knew of him. "He explained his plan to me to go to the Indiaff vill age, and by breaking up the scourge of smallpox to try to win them to a lasting peace, and I am sorry to say that he talked me into allow ing him to go, I fear, to his death. "Whether dead or aliv e, no one knows, and I wish you to find out-will you do so?" "I will, sir." "Then I shall rest content until you return and make your report." "I shall endeavor to make it thorough, sir. "But it is to go into a country with which you are not ac quainted and invad e an Indian r egion full of hostiles." "I have been through that country:, sir, though I


THE BUf f am no t very familiar with it and I have fought the Comanches. and fighters they are." "Yes. indeed, but there i s another tning. "Yes, sir?" "The reports to me from that region have been that a strange white man lives up in the Indian country, unmolested by them, and Colonel Monette seems assured that he must he a r'enegade, certainly a friend to the Comanches, or he could not live where he does." Can it be, sir, that the man is Dr. Valdon-?" "I have wondered if it was; but you can find out, so take your time about it and if Valdon has turned renegade I believe you are the man to find out and bring. him to book." "I will try, sir." "There is no hurry, you know; but I will give you a letter to Colonel Monette, who commands the chain of those forts bordering on the Coma11che country and he will aid you, allowing you all the scouts or soldiers you may need." "I prefer to play a lone hand, if I can, sir, but I will seek help if I need it; but one man can go where a dozen or more cannot." "Yes, I know that that is your style, Cody; but. be liev e me, I hesitate to ask you to go upon this dangerous mission into a country unknown to you." "A scout is like an Indian, sir-at home in any country, if he knows his business." "'Which you do for there is not your equal in the MTild \i\T est," answered General Carr, and turning to his desk he took from it several maps, which he turned over to Buffalo Bill to study, as they were of the part of the country which he was to invade. Leaving headquarters, Buffalo Bill went to his cabin home, and began to prepare for his dangerous trail. by getting together all that he should need. He procured a good pack animal for his supplies, camping outfit and extra ammunition, ::tnd took good care that his own horse should be in the best of con dition. Three days after he bade farewell to General Carr, who said e arnestly: "Take good care of yourself, Cody, for if harm befalls you I shall not forgive myself; but I will add to what I have told you that it has been reported re cently to me from the southwestern commanders that this lone dweller, a white ma1:, on the border of the Indian country, is in league with the Mexican bandits who cross the Rio Grande to raid the ranch country, and is as well the ally of the Comanches. "If so, should it be even Dr. Valdon, he must hang for it." "I understand, sir, and I shall bring you a correct report-if I live," and the scout rode away upon his mission." It was just two weeks after that Buffalo Bill \vas riding s l owly along the Comanche country, his packanimal faithfully fol-lowing, when he :came upon fresh Indian trails. He stopped and examined them .Carefully; and, continuing upon his way, soon ca .me upon other fresh trails. "Comanches are about and in force-what, another? Why, I am in a whole n est of them, it seems -no, this is a trail of shod horses, and a small force to. be here in the Indian country. I will follow on after them and see if they know that they are in danger." Thus saying, the scout urged .his horses on at a gallop He saw other Indian trails and in an hour's time c a me in sight of a party of cavalry ahead. "Not a full troop, and their horses are worn down from the pace they go-ah, there are ladies along, as I live, and I don't like the looks of things," and Bnf falo Bill rode along u,ntil suddenl y he was discovered and a halt was made until he came up. In atl9ition to the cavalrymen and their two of ficers, Buffalo Bill saw a man with iron-gray hair, and the "eagles" on the shoulder-straps of hi s fatigue uniform indicated his rank as a colonel. With him were two l adies, one a handsome woman of thirty, the other a girl under twenty, and a young officer, evidently aide "\Vell, my man, are you from any of the forts, and have you despatches for me. I am Colonel Martin Monette, the commandant of this military district-and you are unknown to me." "I am a scout, sir, from the Northwest, and my name is Cody, while I have a letter to you from Gen eral Carr." "Then you are Buffalo Bill, the great scout-I am glad to meet you, indeed, and--" "Pardon me, Colonel Monette, where are your scouts, sir.?" "Off scouting, for they were anxious to see if there were Indians around." \i\Thy, sir, yotJ surrounded by Indians," vehemently said Buffalo Bill. "What, do you mean it?" "A blirid man could see that, sir, for I have run on no less than five different and distinct trails, all fresh, within the past half-dozen miles. "You have not noticed them, but the Indians are certainly watching you." "And my scouts?" anxiously

' t'HE BU ff J\LO BILL STOR I ES. \ 3 Buffalo Bill had taken a letter from his pocket and handed it to the colonel, who said: "Yes, from General Carr; but I'll read it later; but what is to be done now?" "I see but one thing, sir, and that is to get into camp and fortify. "A mile back I found a hill which is the very place, and, as you have ladies along, they must be made safe, so if you will return there I will ride on to the fort for a large force to come to your aid. "The Indians are doubtless in ambush ahead for you and will not expect you to turn bac:k, and you cannot make good time with horses tired out, as yours are. "My horse, though at the end of a long trail, can stand a hard run, and once before I have been over this trail so know it." "But you may be ambushed, also?" "I'll look out for that, sir, and I do not think there is a moment to be lost. "I'll leave my pack animal until my return," and Buffalo Bill was about to dash away, when he continued: "Will you give me a line to your officer in com mand, sir. as I am unknown at the fort?" "True," and Colonel Monette hastily wrote a line, and, taking it with a salute,' Buffalo Bill

THE BUFfJ\LO BILL STORIES with his daughter, Mrs. Si l ver, the capta i n and Lieutenant Coleman ''You did not hurt him, corporal?" "Oh, no, sir; but he speaks English and says he wants to see you." "You big chief?" asked the Indian, c almly survey ing the co l onel. "Yes, I am the chief, and you are a Comanche brave." "Me R ed Wing-not chief yet, but hope to be big c hief some day "See this!" and the Indian held out for observation a rmg. "The Lone Medicine Man tell Red Wing come to big chief show him t hi s ring and tell him with straight tongue about Indian on his trail to kill. "Then sa y keep ring for him." He looked from M rs. Sil ve r to Marcia . and handed to the latter the ring. "Lone Chief hav e heap s en s e ; he good man, great brave, mighty medicine chief. "Don't want his people kill by Comanches so tell Red Wing to come, catch big chief and tell him send two three good rider to fort for help he fortify him people in strong place to wait till soldier come and drive red men off. "Plenty Comanche brave there, there, here, here," and the Indian messenger pointed to the trail ahead, then to one side and another to show that the In' d ians were upon every side. Co l onel Monette' s face grew s erious, while Lieutenant Coleman remarked: I do not believe a word of thi s story. "Red Wing speak with straight tongue; he kno w and Lone Medicine Chief know so tell Red Wing to come-send ring to prove no crooked tongue talk." "And I be l ieve you, my good Red Wing, for Buf falo Bill reported the same thing; but you must come from that very mysterious man, said to dwell in a ranch in the Indian country, and who has made some discovery of the i r intent?on to hem us in "I wish t o talk more with you, Red \7\Ting," and the colonel gave orders to Lieutenant Coleman to look to the work of strengthening their position. "Now, Red Wing, tell me ju s t what the Lone Med ic i ne Chief, as you call him, wished yo u to tell me." The ,Indian stooped and, taking a s tick, drew a t rail, which represented the one the colonel had trave l ed and marked the spot where they t h en were . Then he cont i nu e d the trail o n to the fort, and afterward marked the place where the Indians were Three other marks were put, two of them quite near their po s ition, the o ther further off, to show that there were two other bands of Indians near. "How man y ? a s ked the colonel. The redskin said, as he pointed to the different marks: "Most hundred here, more than hundred there, I two times hundred this place and back on trail y o know, plenty Comanche." "This would indicate that, with those we hav avoided, there are all of five hundred Indians around us, Silver, any one of the band being within half-a day s call and thos e between us and the fort only a few m i les away." "Yes, sir; that is as I understand it," repl ied the captain, while Red Wing remarked: "Yes, that him all right." "And where is Lone Chief now Red Wing?" "With Red Wing's band; medicine chief to bi chief Gold Face and wounded braves, cind all hur bad." "I s ee. And he got you to come on this messag for him? "Yes, Red \IVing heap lo v e Lone Medicine Chief. "He save Red Wing' s life from bad Sioux; s av his scalp two time. "Reel \IVing no bad Injun to hi s people no friend to palefaces but Lone Medicine Chief tell Re Wing to save his people, the big white chief and squaws, and he come. "If Red Wing' s people see him come, they thin he crooked brave, love paleface; but he do what hi white brother tell him, and maybe be killed by his brother warriors. "But if they see him come, they see white braves shoot horse and catch Red Wing, so let Comanche brave run after little while, you shoot, but no hit, and get away; have white brave run after Red Wing, bu no catch, and he tell Comanche he get away. " A clever ruse, inde ed, Red Wing, and it shall be as you s ay. "I will have the rifles loaded without ball, and you can ride off on one of the trooper's horses so that it will look as though you 1had made your escape, and I will have your hands bound behind you to make it the more realistic The Indian smiled at the plan of the colonel, and seemed to be content, and then said : "Better send riders to the fort, as Lone Medicine Chief told big chief." The colonel was about to stat e that Buffalo Bill had already gone, when Marcia said quickly, in Spani sh : I "Do not tell him, father, that Buffalo Bill has gone, for, of couse, he will repeat it to his comrades, and i t may cause t h em to hasten their attack, if they have not seen the scout go, for they may not have 'done so "A good suggestion, Marcia; you are, indeed, a so l dier's daughter," responded the colonel in SparY i s h, and, turning to the Indian, he said: "No, I'll send no riders now, for my young men are brave and can fight hard, if your people attack us "Comanche will come.


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 5 "I have no doubt of it, but as you have done your duty, I will reward you in a way that will not look like doing so, a n d the colonel ordered one of the best horses to be brought up, saddled and. bridl ed, and fastened to it a rifle and a pair of revol vers, with a couple of fine serapes. a so ldier's overcoat and some other things that might prove useful. He also tied on a bag of provisions, a canteen of \.vater, and put in the saddle-pocket some silver money, but took good care that no cartridges for firearms should be given the Indian, so that he could fire back at them when he joined his conirades. Then the horse was staked out near, and having tied the hands of Red Wing behind him, he ordered him to !'11011nt. The redskin was as active as a cat, and leaped into the saddle in spite of his hands being bound. ":Now let the Reel Wing go," said the colonel, and the horse started off, dragging the rope, with the stake on the end, after him. The Indian gave a glance behind him, as though fearing that treachery might be shown and the rifles be loaded ,,ith ball, b11t when they began to fire at him and he was not hit, he seemed satisfied of the good faith of the palefaces toward him. \\Then he had gotten several hundred yards away, out dashed three troopers in pur suit, though they did not urge their horses to the utmost. But the rus e was a success, for hardly had Red \rVing gotten a half mile from the hill, his horse urged to its full speed. when over a rise clashed a score of mounted warriors to his rescue. At the sight of them the three pursuers quickly came to a halt. and dashed back to cover, for there was no longer any doubt that the Indians were near in force. CH APTER CLXXI. HEMMED IN. "Sil\'er, the scout, Cody, was right, said Colonel Monette, when he saw the Indians das h out to the rescue of Red Wing, as they supposed. "Yes, sir; ,,e owe a great deal to him; but I cannot understand this man's secret influence with the Indians, and how he could make a hostile deliberately plot to keep us out of the clutches of his com panions," said Captain Silver. "It is remarkable, but yet he did so." "The Indian himself said he was our foe, and only acted to serve the Lone White Chief." "I hope there wil1 be no mistake about Buffalo Bill's going through, colonel." "I have no fear for him, Silver, for Buffalo Bill is surely a man who bears a charmed life, and then his plainscraft, skill and nerve will carry him through without fail." "Oh, yes, I look for reinforcements from the for t to-night, captain," remarked Marcia. "I only hope that your hopes will be Mar cia," said Mrs. Silver, sadly. 'See, the Indian has joined his comrades, and is gesticulating wildly to them, doubtl ess telling of his escape," said Colonei Monette, viewing them through his glass. After having heard his story, his comrades gave a wild yell of defiance and hate, shook their lances at their foes, and rode back over the rise from which they had ridden into view. "Now, colonel, can I do anything more to strengthen the fort?" asked Captain Silver. "We will make a round of our fort and see, cap tain." and the two officers began the round. The hilltop was not much over an acre in size, and the summit was thickly covered with a dense growth of dwarf pines. In the center these had all been cut dovvn, and were brought to the outer edge and placed in position as a barrier, the branches being forced in also, and what dirt could be dug up had been thrown over all, thus forming a breastwork two feet in height. The center of the hill was amed with ravines, and here had been pitched the tent for the ladi es in one, the camp for the men in another, so that they would be i11 little clanger there from the bullets of the Indians. The horses had all been ranged just back of the breast\yorks, awaiting their fate. for there was neither grass nor water there for them, the water in the canteens of the soldiers being the only supply on hand. Should it be deemed necessary, then the horses would be slain and dragged up against the outer side of the works, so as to form a rnuch better defens e i n weak places. A hospital had been prepared in the ravine for the wounded, a corporal and a soldier, who had been hospital stewards, being detailed as acting su r g eons. Provisions were set out for the men. fires were built for cooking, and three hours after their arrival the stronghold was ready 'to receive their foes, if they came, though the work of strengthening the works still continued. Ma r cia and Mrs. Silver were to have charge of the ammunition, and all were assigned to duties which woul d enable every man to use a rifle Captain Si!Yer had charge of one side of the stronghold, Lieutenant Coleman of the other, and Colonel Monette took control over all. The sun was just an hour high when Colo 1'!el Mon ette said: "Now let them come, for we are ready for them." Had they heard his words, the effect could not have been more electrical. for there suddenly came a cry of alarm from a dozen ,-oices all around the


6 THE BUFF ALO Bl LL STORIES. stronghold, and they beheld appear in v iew, as though by magic hundreds of redskins. They rose over the tops of ridg-es out of ravines and from rises averaging from half-a-mile to three miles distant. There were full y half-a-thousand of them, and the sight was appall i ng. They appeared where t hey could according to where the nature of the ground allowed them to be in hiding, and one a nd all of them were mounted. "That i s a mos t formidable force lieutenant, and if Buffalo Bill has not been able to get through, we will ha v a desperate struggle to keep them at bay." "Yes sir, we will and although that white chief appeared to serve us' well, I lay it to him that he saved u s then for some motive of hi s own, to entrap us afterward ," said Lieutenant Coleman. Ga zing at the Indians through his glass as they slowlv advanced and hemmed in the stronghold. Colo1;el Monette said : "As I liv e there is our Indian courier, for I recognize him by the ca v alry o vercoat which he has put on." "The traitor. I should like to get a shot at him, sir," muttered Lie,s1tenant Coleman bringing his repeating rifle to his shoulder. "On the contrary, Mr. Coleman he is the one I wo uld spare, a fter hi s good serv ice to" us for if a traitor, it v vas not to us but to his own people." The speaker was Marcia who had suddenly glided to the s ide of her father, who responded: ''\"!\! ell said my child, and I shall go the rounds ordering all the men to spa re that man, for he d e serv es it. "Now, Lieutenant Coleman I will lea v e you, for you know my orders regarding the repelling the attack, and I will make the rounds with my young aide here," and he smilingly referred to his daughter, whose face though pale showed not a shadow oi anxiety as to the result of the conflict "Father," said Marcia as the two were walking away from the lieutenant's post of duty, you hav e under your command here Captain Silver Lieutenant Coleman, a sergeant, two corporals and twenty four men thirty soldiers in all." "Yes, Marcia." "Then there are pack-horse drivers and camp rustlers, making thirty-nine fighting men, or forty including yourself with Mrs. Silver myself my maid Ell.en, with your negro servant, the last four of little use." "Forty men can do wonders, my child, when brought to bay. "And five hundred warriors to fight them." "We are splendidly fortified as well ; there are, with my own weapons Silver's, Coleman's and the others, seyen repeating rifles in the party, and thirty:five carbines, while the Indians are but poorly armed, and come within our range a long way off. The ground is rough for them to ride over, and we can beat them. back untii Buffalo Bill arrives with help. \ V e a re hemmed in Marcia, but our chances are bright to win a victory." Marcia, after hearing her father' s statement of the chances, felt much relieved and went on the rounds with him s hO\ving by her face tha t she had no dread of the result. The soldiers s aluted her a s well a s the colonel, and time and again she overheard t he words: ''\"!\! e 'll be braver, comrades, for having her to de fend. Returning t o Mrs Silver wh o m she lo v ed dearly, as they had been friendsse v eral years before. when the captain s wif e w a s a bride, for she was half-a dozen years older than Marcia, she said: "Now, don' t be blue Eloise for I have been the rounds with my father and heard a plain statement of the facts. "Our po s ition i s worth a couple of hundred men, our repeating rifle s another hundred; then the car bines of the men as many more, which puts it about a s though forty men were fighting three. times their fo r ce of Indians, y ou see for a trooper is worth three redskins any time ." Mrs Sil ver laughed at Mar cia s rea soning, and replied : "You argue well for our side Marcia, but the Indians take a diff erent view of it. "Wait until they are convinced. " Yes but precious lives mu s t end to .con v in c e them." \ V eil s oldie rs, like scouts, die with their boots on and I have no fear of the remit, Eloise." "You are a dear, true girl, Marcia worthy to b e a soldier s daughter and a soldier s wife. I am not as accustomed to this wild life as you are, but you may be sure I will not disgrace the col onel's daughter or my captain by showing the white feather, so depend upon me for your bravery cheers 111e. "That's right, be a man," laughed Marcia, and then she added: "Father gav e orders for no one to shoot at the. Ihdian courier sent to us for he has already donned the cavalry o vercoat we gav e him so we can pick him out." "Perhaps the cunning fellow put it on hoping that we would spare him. "I had not thought of that, and he was pretty cute wasn t he?" Just then there came the loud voice of Colonel Monette : "To your posts all! "Stand ready to fire onl y under orders!" "That means the Indians are coming, and we must


THE BUffJ\LO BILL STORIES. 7 go into hiding; but I am going to see that redskin charge, and you come, too, if you will, Eloise, for I had Peter build mea lookout-come, there is room for both of us.'1 As Marcia spoke she led the way a few paces among the pines, to where there were two trees straighter and taller than the others, and growing only a yard apart. From one of them to the other sticks had been tied across with lassoes, a foot or more apart, and extending some fifteen feet up from the ground, where a couple of large limbs had been put across, forming a rest for the feet. "Come up, Eloise, in my observatory," and Marcia went readily up the crude ladder, but Mrs. Sil ver feared fo trust herself, saying she would become dizzy Standing upon the two limbs and holding to the branches of the pines, Marcia was enabled to see over the country all around for miles, her pos iti o n being above the ordinary growth of timber. "This is just grand, Eloise," she called down to Mrs. Silver, and she added: I will report the situation exactly." Mrs. Silver gazed with admiration up at the brave g irl, and replied: "I mus t insi _st upon your coming down when the figh t begins, Marcia, for you are in a most exposed position." "No, indeed, for you know Indians are dead shots, 11ever fire at random, and their arrows would never come up here, while their bullets will be directed at the soldiers, you know." '"\Yell, I will stay here as long as you do there, ::\iarcia so if your argument holds goocl, I'll be the one most in d?-nger the shots falling here. "Eloi se, I'll come the momcrnt I think you are in any clanger," and Marcia turned and glanced about her. The scene was a thrilling one, and appalling as well. for fiye hund1ecl warriors were in view in a glance of her eyes around a circle. Those nearer the hill when first seen, had held their position until those further off had advanced, until all were at an equal distance, a third of a mile il\vay. They were a most formidable looking army, and :darcia's glass revealed their painted faces, gorgeous feathers, gayly-caparisoned poines, bright serapes and long lances. As she looked. she suddenly cried: "Oh, Eloise, they are coming!" With her words came a wild chorus o{ yeils, and then the thundering of hoofs, as the redskins came in a mighty charge. : CHAPTER CLXXII. ON. '.rIME. Mrs Silver covered her face with her liands as if shut out the, scene which Marcia beheld. and yet in her ears rang yells infernal, as though all the demons in hades had broken out and were rushing over the earth. The thunder of the hoofs on the hard ground, the snorting of the ponies, and the yells of the red riders, made up, indeed, an apalling situation, and Marcia gazed upon the scene spellbound with awe. It far surpassed her wilcJest expectations of what it would be. She heard no answering voice or shot from the sol diers, for the Indians who had rifles fired a few shots as they came on, and the others sent a shower, of arrows toward the hilltop. But tf1e bullets and arrows fell short, and as the charging red men neared the foot of the hill, they found what they had evidently. not cotmted upon, that the nature of the g-rotmd caused them to check their speed. \ The wash of waters from the hill in the rain y season, had worn ravines and gutters that could not be nm over at full speed, and thotfgh here and there were smooth places, and some kept up their ?peed, mos t of the braves had to draw rein. Some of the ponies stumbled and fell, others came clown on top of them, and i n that way half-a-dozen groups of dismounted warriors \\;ere seen, many of them and their horses seriously hurt by their fall. It was at this moment that Colonel Monette's voice was heard commanding: "Men aim at those who have ; :l\oided the ravines and throw no shot away! "Fire!" There followed the crash of nearly two score rifles fired in a circle, and it seemed that every bullet found its mark in horse or rider. "Repeating rifle s, now. and. carbines fire at will," cried Colonel ::VIonette, raising hi s own repeating rifle. The others who had repeating rifles fired with the colonel, and the weapons rattled out merry, but deadly music and by the time they were empty, the carbines began to open again. The first volley had checked the chargit1g Indians momentarily, the repeating rifles had puzzled them, and the carbines opening so quickly again had made them waver wildly under the galling fire. Then the repeating rifles began again, while Colonel Monette called out: "Half of you load, and the other half use your r e volvers." Sharply and rapidly the revolvers rattled, and th e Indians now being within range of them, they did their deadly work until the troopers who had loaded .,.


8 THE BUFF J\LO BILL STORIES. their carbines -again began to open fire, when, terrific yells, the mass of brutes and savage humai:1t y rolled back like a wave from the beach, after finng one vicious volley at their foes, and fled to a distance for shelter from that mercile ss hail of leaden mes sengers. those who had the long range repeating rifles pouring in their shots as long as a shot would tell. In their retreat, the Indians endeavored to carry off their wounded and dead but the fire was so hot that they had to give it up, and when they had fled for safety, there lay upon the fields the hills, scores of dead and wounded ponies, half of which had lost a rider. Spellbound at the sight, forgetting ?anger and all. Marcia had stood on her lookout v1ewmg the scene while at the foot of the tree Mrs. Silver had sunk down upon her knees, praying for the safety of those who were to beat hack that red horde of savages. Bullets had rattled ne _ar Marcia, one clipping a pine tree near her, and an arrow had caught i.n her skirt and hung there, yet she heeded them not 111 her admiration for the scene. When she savv et:he Indians s tagger, sway back ward and fly, she gave a loud cry of triumph, waved her sfouch cavalry hat, and called out, as s he seemed to realize now where she was and what that d"efeat meant: "Ah Eloise, they are driven back! "The redskins are flying! "But how bravely they fought, for many fell and -and-but what has been the cost to us?" The color fled quickly from her face, leaving it very pale, and rapidly she descended the ladder of limbs and sticks to where Eloise Silver stood. "I dare not ask, Marcia, she whispered. "Come, we must know, and at once. "They may need us ," and Marcia took Mrs. Silver by the hand and led the way quickly to the breastworks A glad cry escaped her lips a s she beheld her father, who said quickly: "Your hu s band is safe. nfrs Siher; but Lieutenant Coleman is wounded. and we have lost some of our brave men. "I will come to you soon for the red s kins are beaten back for the present." "Beaten back for the pres ent ," repeated Mrs. Sil ver as she went with Marcia to the ravine where the' wounded were to be taken. ."Lieutenant Coleman, I am deeply pained to see you wounded," said Marcia, as the young officer was seen, supported by two of the men. "It is nothing serious Miss Monette, only a flesh woun@, though I am weak from the bleeding, which now fortunately, is checked. I'll be all ready for the next charge," said the plucky officer, as he dropped upon the blanket spread for him. The wound was in his ldt shoulder, but the cor porai, acting as surgeon, had extracted the bullet and checked the flow of blood. He then quickly dressed the wound and turned to several wounded soldiers who had been brought in, mostly hurt with arrmvs. "Our loss is three killed Lieutenant Coleman and seven men wounded. fortunately none of them seri ously while in return we gave the redskins a very severe lesson, said Colonel Monette, as he came up the ravine. "It was a gloriot)S victory, father, but can we do nothing for the wounded Indians?" "No, nothing, Marcia, for did we leave the works they would charge again npon us. \Ve had a dozen horses also killed and others wounded, and the latter ordered killed so all will be dragged upon the works to strengthen them; but Mr. Coleman, I wish to congratulate you that your wound is no worse. and to compliment you upon your conspicuous bravery to-cla y "Your husband, a lso, Mrs. Silver won the highest prai se, though he escaped a wound, and, in fact every man behav ed nobly ." "lt was a grand fight, father; I never believed such a scene possible as the o ne J witnessed!" "You witnessed?" "Yes, sir, I \Vas up a tree, so to speak, and saw it all," and Marcia led her father to her lookout. "I forbid your doing s uch a foolhardy thing again. my child, for when we risked our lives to defend ours elves and comrades, yes, and you and Eloise, you deliberately risked your 1ife for what I can only look upon a s idle curiosity; and, why, here is an arrow now hanging in your dress Oh, Marcia! what have you not e scaped?" and the voice of the strong man trembled. "I'll not do so again. father, only-only-I did wish to see it all, and I wa s not a bit afraid," meekly said Marcia. "I'll vouch for that, for she stood nobly at her p os t, colonel-but here comes Selden, another one to scold you, Marcia," and Mrs. Sil ver sprung for w ard to meet her husband, who c:alled out: "v\'e gave th e m a lesso n Eloise, did ,.,.-e not?" "I only hope they will profit by it but they will not," s he answered. "Not altogether; but, colonel, did you notice how the chief s pointed upward, a s though looking over the pines?" "It bothered me a s to what they meant, and I saw them

THE BU ff ALO BILL STORIES. 9 "At my roost," said Marcia, meekly, and she pointed to the improvised ladder. "That was .my lookout, and now I am scolded be cause my woman's curiosity got the better of me; but I won't offend again, dear papa." The captain hastily ran up the ladder and called out: "A grand view but a dangerous one, for there are sevetal arrows sticking in the limbs up here, and s ome bullet marks as well. Miss Marcia, you are a plucky girl to stand here and witne s s that fight," and the captain' s descrip tion cau s ed the colone l to c!scend to the lookout. "lt is a splendid view and I will pla c e two men on watch here, and le t the others rest. "But they will come npon u s after nightfall Silver " I feel sure of it, sir. " v V e can do no more t h a n strengthen our works all we can, distribute the ammunition, and keep the be s t men on watch. 'Yes s ir, the three sc o u ts, on the o u ts ide s o a s to ha sten in and gi v e n s w a rnin g 'Yes, that will be our ad va n tage, but the work o f b eating t h e m back will b e h arder by night than b y day " I know h o w red s kin s hate to fight at night, and hope that this w ill h o ld good here, sir at lea s t until d awn. 'It will not, I fea r for they know that we are in a tight place and not so very far fr o m the fort; yes, they may ha v e se en B u ffa lo Bill going for he l p so I am sure tha t they will a ttack to-night, so we mu s t n o t be caitght napping," and the tw o offic e r s de scended from the perch, and Col o nel Monett e h aving ordered a co up le of men to go up there a s guards he went with the captain to ha v e supper with the ladie s L i eutenant C o leman al s o j o ining them, althou g h h e looked very pale. y e t s ai d h e was re a d y for duty when t h e t im e came aga in. when n i ghtfall came, t he men sent a reques t to M arcia to sing, and g e t ting out her guita r s he did s o for more than an hour a fter \ Y hich th e camp b e came a s qui e t as the g raYe. T hu s s eYer a l h o u rs p asse d a way, when in ran th e t h r ee s c o ut s from t h e i r diff e r ent adv.anced po s t s a nd rep orte d : "They a r e co min g for another charge!'' At the report of th e s couts, e very man drew a lon g b r eath and ner v ed h i m self for the worst. The s cou ts s a i d thal t h e Indians were comin g a long on foo t, leading t h e ir t o get over the rough ground where they had met disaster in the afternoon, for in th e night they could not be s een, and once o ver, t h ey could c h arge up the hill at f ull s peed and carry the wo r ks. Colonel Monette' s first di1ty was to send Marcia and Mrs. Silver to the cover of the ravine and then make a quick circuit of the works. Though s uffering with hi s wound, Lieutenant Coleman was again at his po s t ready to do or die, and the wounded men who were able to hold a rifle were also on hand. A few minutes of intens e s ilence in the darknes s wa s broken by the loud comman d in Colonel Monette' s voice: "Ready, men! "Fire!" There were flas he s of t wo sco r e shots, and instantly the rattle of the repe ating rifl es, The blaze of the guns lighte d up the scene, and then, all around the hill the ground was black with surpris ed b y bein g discovered, staggered b y the terrible fire which cut clow n m a n y in spite of the darkness,

, 1 0 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 'down upon the plain which those almost over the barrier knew but too well, and rushing back to their horses, they leaped upon them and fled for their lives, all running in one direction, so as to keep together and present a solid front to their pursuers. There was not a moment now to stop for dead or :wounded, for the /mighty roar of hoofs told them they had no small force to deal with \Vith hope in their breasts, the little garrison resumed the fight, and sent a leaden hail after the retreating redskins, while Colonel Monette and Cap tain Silver, mounti'ng their ho1ses, for half the mals yet remained alive, called to a few troopers to follow theh1, and riding out of the barrier at a break left on purpose, they went down to join their res cuers in the pursuit. In advance, giving his wild warcry, rode Bill, while behind him came the commanding major with three troops of caYalry; numbering two hundred men. It was true that the pace set for them by Buffalo Bill had caused many of them to scatter over miles of the plain, while the camp equipage on pack horses was far behind; but there were over a hundred fighting men up in, the charge, and others coming on ra.pidly from the rear each minute. "Ho, Buffalo Bill, my brave friend, we owe our lives to yom! hard riding; who is in command?" cried Colonel Monette, as the scout dashed up to where the little force from the hill stronghold met him. "Major Canfield, sir, and we have two hundred n1en." "You will need them, for the Indians are about five hundred strong, though now on the retreat; major, I .am delighted to see you, for you are most welcome," and Colonel Monette gras.ped the major's hand,. the latter replying: "And I to see you, col-onel; but Buffalo Bill de serves the credit of bringing us in time to save you." CHAPTER CLXXIII. BUFFALO BILL'S RIDE FOR LIFE. The pursuit of the Indians was continued ior miles, when at the crossing of a stream, where they could not cross rapidly, owing to the descent of the ford being a narrow cut -in a cliff, the cavalry, under Major, Canfield, had come upon them, and poured in some telling volleys with their carbines, which piled up braves and ponies by the score. With this terrible blow, and the picking off of stragglers in their flight, added to their being driven away from their camps and losing their outfits, and the losses they had met with in charging the stronghold, not to speak of their disappointment at losing their prey, the Comanches continued their retreat t o their village, a very much demoralized body of braves. When he returned to the stronghold, Major -Can field found that he was just in time for breakfast. He had left half his force at the river to bury the dead, and bring back his own wounded, for the troopers had not es caped and then he pressed on with Buffalo Bill as his guide. to see wha t loss Colonel Monette and his party had sustained, for the colonel had not continued on in the cha s e after the redskins, heing plenty for him to look after in his own camp. Major Canfield was most warmly welcomed by Marcia and Mrs. Silver, and he sat down to break fast with them with an appetite which he said would do full justice to the meal. "We were looking for your arrival at the fort, col onel he said, "when the lookout reported a horseman coming on like mad. "As he neared the fort, his horse \vas seen to be and s?on after he dropped dead, -_but his nder landed on his feet, and came on swift as a deer. ''Reaching the fort, T met him, and he called out: "'Colonel Monette and his party are corraled by hundreds of Indians. "'Half an hour's delay in reaching them will them their lives-I will guide you tb them, sir.' "I had then met Buffalo Bill, and so I him who he wa s? and his reply was characteristic of the man: 'Men call me Buffalo Bill, sir; but I'll intrnduce myself when I have more time, as now you have not a minute to lose.' "I at once ordered three troops into the saddle. picked horses and what food could be _prepared delay, and _the greatest haste, espe c::. Ially when Buffalo Bill said that M;iss Monette and Mrs. Silver were with you, and in just twenty min utes we left the fort." "You prompt, indeed, my dear major, and it was that wluch saved us; but Buffalo Bill returned with you?" "Oh, yes, sir; he got a fresh horse, put his own saddle and bridle on him, and it was he who set the pace for us to follow. "I had to him time and again, for he went at_ a pace has my tr?opers over twenty miles of trail, some JUSt now gettmg in, I noticed. "But it is "veil that he did, for we were not one minute too soon." "You were not, sir. for five minutes more would have ended it. "Let me thank you again, Major Canfield, and congratulate you upon your promotion, for l be lieve your pre!:ient rank is only a few weeks old." "Yes sir, and my wiping out of the Mexican ban dits go.t me the promotion, I believe. But this scout, Cody, 1s a wonder." "This frontier produces some very remarkable


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 11 but I know of none more remarkable than Buf falo Bill, major." As there was no water near the hill, it was decided to bury the dead at once, and push on with the wounded to. a stream ten miles distant, and there camp for the night, for then the pursuers of the Indians would have i:eturned This was done, and the next day the command p\tlled out for Fort Dare. The little party that had been so long on a most dangerous trail, passing through hardships and perils, hopes and fears, came in sight of Fort Dare early in the afternoon of the clay following their departure from what Marcia had named "Fort Forlorn Hope." The colonel and his immediate boclyguard went on in advance, leaving Major Canfield to follow on with the wounded at a slower pace. Buffalo Bill rode ahead as guide, calm and stern, with no trace on his handsome face of what he had passed through. \Vhen they came near the fort, the garrison was under arms to receive them, and the huzzas they received showed how they were welcomed, for Major Canfield had sent a courier back to report just what the situation had been. With no show of vanity, Buffalo Bill went quietly about the fort, as modest as a schoolboy, though he could not but know that every eye was upon him, that every one knew his record, and that his deeds Vere the talk of every one. He had gone to the quarters of the chief of scouts at the fort and given it out as his intention to start npon a :is soon as he could find a couple of horses to suit him for he intended carrying an extra animal along. These horses were not long in being found for Colonel Monette was also on the lookout for them, and the third day from their arival at the fort, Buf falo Bill was surprised to s ee two splendid animals brought to his door, one a gift from the colonel and : Marcia the other a present from Captain and Mrs. Silver. The v ery two beauties I anted to get, and of fered the sutler big money for, onl y he said they were sold," s aid Dill. gazing at the -presents with the greatest admiration. Having been thus mounted. Buffalo Bill began to prepare for the journey, when the sutler informed him that his pack saddle was already fully stored prov isions blankets, ammunition and all that vas nece s sary. Mi ss Monette having hers elf packed it and paid for all the things. r must g e t out of this or they'll present me with new snit of clothes for that i s all I lack now," said Huffalo Bill. There i s an extra suit of fine buckskin sash. hat nd all, in your pack. for Lieutenant tiad it made for himself but it was too large for him, and he said it would j .ust fit you, so I was told to put it in your outfit, and it will suit you as though made for you-just try it." Buffalo Bill put the suit on, and though a trifle too fancy, he could pot but feel that it was just what he wanted, and went over to thank the lieutenant for his kindness. Then he made his way to call upon Colonel Monette, and thanked him and all for his magnificent presents, after which he said: ''Now, colonel, I am ready for the trail, sir." "Cody, I am compelled to ask a favor of you, though you came here, as General Carr's letter states, for other and special work." "Yes, sir, and the courier, Reel Wing, who brought you warning from a mysterious white chief among the Comanches, proves that I am going on the trail of one who exists." Oh, yes we all here \Veil know that such a man exists and have thought that he was our foe, the ally of both Mexican raiders and Indians, and have been anxious to get in touch with him but could not. ''Now he has done us a service, and I hope that you will find out that he is not a renegade. "But this morning the scouts sent out returned and reported that my two scouts, who were leading me the other day from Fort Rio to Fort Dare here, when y o u overtook us, were ambushed and killed, for they brought in their bodies, and that was why they did not come back to me. "Now I am very anxious about several military posts on the border of the Comanche country, and with small garrisons, and I wis h to send dispatches to the general for more troops. and yot: are the only man I dare ask to run the death gantlet. ''That I ask you to do so, when not under my com mand, and having a special duty to perform for Gen eral Carr, is because that duty will take you within fifty miles or s o of Post Number One, and I must communicate with Major Totten there." I will carry the dispatches, sir and have a look out to my special duty also." ''I thank you and am only sorry you go alone, Cody. ' I don't mind it, sir, for I can take better care of one than I can of a number." Soon after he received the dispatches, and bidding good-by to those whom he served so well, and whose friendship he had won, he went to his quarters, monntecl one hors e and with the other in lead, rode out of the fort. His going had become known and the soldiers had a ss embled to giYe a s endoff in a parting cheer. He raised his sombrero with graceful courtesy, and those wlio looked upon his darkly-bronzed face could not see there one trace of anxiety about the


1 2 THE BU ff .i\LO BILL future, no dread of the long and dangerous trail he was to follow. On he went until he had disappeared in the dis tance from those who still watched him, for many predicted that he would never be heard of again. Marcia also saw him go away, and heard /the prophecies of its being his last trail, and she mused: ''Somehow I do not fear that he is doomed, for such as Buffalo Bill can conquer untold dangers." So on his way Buffalo Bill went, with no fear for his own safety, and ready to face every danger that crossed his trail. He reached the scene of the desperate fight for life just at sunset, and unmindful of the haunting specters that might linger there, fed his horses with feed brought from the fort, and spreading his blank ets, ate his supper, and then sat down to enjoy one of a box of cigars Major Canfield had given him At last he finished his cigar, and throwing himself down upon his blankets. was soon fast asleep, feeling assured that there vvas no redskin near him, save those in their graves a few feet from his lonely camp. CHAPTER CLXXIV. A GOOD FRIEND TO A RED FOE. The night passed without anything to disturb the scout's slumber, and as there was no water near, it being a dry camp, Bill mounted and rode on to the stream where Major Canfield had had his battle with the Indians, to have his .breakfast there. Good water, good grass and some wood for a fire was what he wanted, and that he found in abundance. He had crossed to the other side, where there was timber, staked out his horses, and was picking up an armf\11 of timber, when he started, stopped short, the wood fell from his arms, and he had his revolver in his hand, all in an instant. \tVhat had startled him was an Indian lying in a clump of bushes. But he did not draw trigger, for the words checked him, for they were: "Let the paleface kill. The Red Wing can die like a Comanche." "What! are you the Red \tVing, and are you wounded?" "Yes, me Red \tVing. Let the paleface kill me." "Oh, no, for I have heard of you, my good red brother; you are the friend of the Lone Medicine man, the messenger that warned Colonel Monette of his danger the day I rode to the fort for aid." "Yes, me red brother of Lone Medicine Chief me tell big white chief Comanche on his trail-then come to my people-see, me hurt heap bad. The scout had replaced his revolver in his belt, and kneeling by the side of the redskin, he said: "I am your friend, P 'ard Comanche, for you did Colonel Monette a favor I will not forget. "Let me look at your wound." The wound was a severe one, the bullet having passed through the foot, which was inflamed and swollen ''I'll fix you all right soon, Red wing, but that wound is an ugly one, and you look half starved." "Red \tVing no eat for two, three, four days-have heap suffer." "Poor fellow; but yern are all right now, I am here to help you," and the scout quickly built a fire, put his coffee pot on, with a large tin cup of water with which to wash the wouni:l. He then. prepared breakfast, and first fed the half famished redskin, who ate with appetite that showed he had suffered for food. Breakfast being over, Bill went to his saddlepocket for what he was never without-a little leather case containing lint. bandages, several surgi cal instruments, a bottle of arnica, another of witch hazel, and several other necessities that could not be gotten along without in frontier life. He found not far away the dead body of the Indian's horse, with the saddl 'e, bridle and traps upon it, which Colonel Monette had given him. Wolves ran snarling away from the carcass at approach, and birds of the air took flight also, so he stripped the torn body of the horse of its trappings, and carried them to where the Indian lay calmly watching him. "Me come here keep wolf from eat Red Wing," he explained, as the scout returned. "Poor fellow, you have had a hard time of it. "You were shot the day bf the fight at the fort?" "Yes, pony wounded Red Wing, too. "Pony fall on Red \Ying, and braves run away fast and leave him. "Soldiers no came here, so not see Red Wing, and he stay here to die, for he no walk." Spreading the blankets of the Indian upon the ground, and making him comfortable, the scout then took the tepid water and began to bathe the \\found ed foot. The swelling gradually subsided, and he could see that the bullet had passed entirely through the foot, while, using his probe, he was glad to find that the bone, though injured, was not broken. After bathing it for a long time, he bound it up securely, and saw that Red Wing had dropped off into deep slumber. "It was a close call for him, but I guess he'll be all right. ''I'll go now, and catch that stray pony I saw a while ago in the timber." He soon found the pony-a good animal, whose Indian owner had doubtless been killed, for he still


,, THE BUF F ALO B ILL STORIES. 13 his saddle and bridle on-and a throw of the sso secured him. "You are not a bad pony, and will carry the Red well, so I won't have to double the weight on y led horse," muttered Bill, as he led the pony ack to his little camp. Red 'vVing awoke. at: his coming, and said, as he ecognized the pony: "It was the Chief Panther's pony. Him heap ood pony." "Well, he is yours, Reel Wing, and I guess if I actor your foot all day you will be able to ride a-morrow." "Me go now, heap some better." "No, you need rest and food before starting, and our foot will be much better to-morrow, while I m not in a great hurry, as the dispatches I carry re not urgent." ''Where go?" "Red Wing, I'll tell you just where I am gojng, nd you are the very redskin to help me ," said Buf alo Bill, in sudden earnestness. It had suddenly occurred to Buffalo Bill that he ad come upon the very one to help him in the work e had on hand. He had acted wholly from sympathy and kindness f heart toward a foe, but now he remembered that eing a friend of the Lone White Chief, the ing doubtless knew where he lived. The Indian would doubtless guide him directly to the White Chief. So he said: "The Red Wing knows the tepee of the Lone Medicine Chief?" "Red Wing know. "I was going to see the Lone Chief, for I wish to to him, and I want the Red Wing to guide me his tepee." "Red \i\Ting will go with the white scalp-taker." "All right, I'll fix you up so that you can ride all ight; we will go slow, and when we leave the tepee f the Lone Medicine Chief, the Red wing cau go ack to his own people." "No take me among palefaces to kill me?" "Not I for I am not that kind of a man. ''If I found the Red Wing was my worst foe, I would help him, and let him go his way; but if he vas to meet me in battle again, then he would have o take care that I did not raise his scalp, for a sick ajun and a well Injun are two very different things o me." The Reel Wing seemed to master just what the cout meant, and smiled, while he held out his hand, an d said: "White hunter heap brave, heap good. "Red Wing white hunter's red brother." As it was nearing dinner-time, Buffalo Bill cooked mother meal, and the Indian once more ate heartily. Soon after he dressed his wound again, and then the scout took a little walk to bring clown some game. After a short while he shot a deer, and soon after a wild turkey; so, loaded with game, he returned to his camp, and, getting out his fishing tackle began to fish in the stream. Red Wing aided him in this sport, and proved h i mself an excellent fisherman Thus the afternoon passed, and the Indian greatly relished his supper of fried fish, crackers and coffee Before going to sleep, the wound was dressed again, and when Bill looked at it the next morning he was glad to see that his treatment had greatly reduced the swelling and inflammation, while Red wing said that it no longer gave him much pain "Do you think you can ride now, Red Wing?" "Me ride all right." So the Indian pony was saddled and bridled, and Red Wing was aided to mount, his wounded foot being placed in a blanket swing fastened to the horn of the saddle. Then the scout mounted, and, with his pack-horse in lead, the trail was taken down the stream. Buffalo Bill took the direction the Indian told him to take and halted early ai1d rested for a long time, and Red Wing seemed to understand and appreciate why he did so, for he could not have been more kind to a child. The next morning both were glad to see that the wound was steadily improving, and the Red \Ving said : "White Hunter heap good medicine man. "Reel Wing have him for brother. "See Lone Medicine Chief tepee to-night." "All right, and you can stay there until you get well." "White hunter go north?" "Yes." "Comanche heap mad now; see white h unter kitl him; but Red Wing go and no kill him i f see him." "You are a bri ck, In jun, and no mistake; but I take chances always, and if I cou l dn t fight my way through those I couldn't givt the slip, why, it would lose me my hair; but yet I'll be glad of your good efforts in my behalf, after I've had a talk with the Lone Medicine Chief." Another long halt was made at noon, and, a couple of hours after the trail was continued, Buffalo Bill said: "We are getting into a mighty nice country, Red Wing." "Yes, Lone Medicine Chief c<;:mntry. "Him have pleny pony, plenty cattle-heap rich." Buffalo Bill observed that the country was well watered, rolling and timbered, while the grass was plentiful. Vvhen the sun was yet an hour above the western horizon, they ascended a rise which revealed a beau-


14 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. tiful valley, sheltered by high of hills upon either side Along the base of each range flowed a stream, winding clown the valley until they came together, forming one stream. In the fork of the two was a hill, sloping up the valley, but abrupt on each side overhanging the streams, and upon its summit, which was well tim bered,, were several adobe cabins. In the forks of the streams, traversing over a space of many hundreds of acres, were herds of cat tle, and a drove of ponies, among which was a number of large horses. "Ah! there is a ranch," cried Buffalo Bil}, in surprise. "It tepee of Lone White Chief." "Well, he certainly has pitched his tent in a beau tiful spot, and one he can defend. "He has fine cattle there, too; yes, and a splendid lot of ponies and horses. "I guess that he is pretty well fixed, and the only thing that surprises 1ne is that you Comanches don't make short work of him." "No, Comanche love Lone Medicine Chief." "Has he got any pards with him?" The Comanche held up fiye fingers to indicate the number, and said: "So many braves." "Well, we will give him a call, Red Wing, though he never invited us to do s o, and see how he wel comes us; and Buffalo Bill urged his horse forward once more. CHAPTER CLXXV. THE LONE CHIEF'S HOME. The remark of Buffalo Bill the Comanche did not seem to wholly understand, and it appeared to dawn upon him suddenly that he had done wrong in guiding the scout to the lone ranch, for he said, quickly: "The White Hunter is the friend of Lone Medicine Chief?" "Oh, yes, I am his friend." "If \!Vhite Hunter want to harm him, Red Wing heap rather die t.han bring him here." "Rest easy, Red Wing, for I am the friend of the Lone Medicine Chief-do we cross here?" and they had now come to the ford. "Yes, cross river-heap good place-bad place yonder," and he motioned up and down the stream. What the Comanche meant by a heap good and bad crossing the scout soon discovered, as he saw that the ford was about the only one as far as his eye ranged up and down the stream. The banks were fringed with trees on the ranch side, but barr. en on the other, and the ascent on the shore they were approaching was steep and rugged. At the top of the steep, short hill, was a barrier tc keep the cattie from crossing, but this Buffalo Bil took down for them to pass through, putting it UI again behind them. As they turned toward the ranch, Buffalo Bill a horsernanrin the timber watching them, but th( quick eye of the Comanche had already seen him and he raised both hands above his head and thu: rode forward. Nearing the timber, Buffalo Bill was struck witl its park-like beauty, and saw that the ranch was ;; pleasant home there in those dangerous wilds. He soon discovered that there was an abode struc ture of considerable size, and he recognized it as on( of the old Spanish missions still to be found in tha1 country, it having once been a chapel, with the out bui!dings around it. To one side was a little cemetery, long since crum bled to decay. The best houses of the mission had been taken tc 'dwell in. The horseman who was watching their approach calmly awaited their coming, his rifle lying across saddle, and ready for use if need be. When Bill had taken in the ranch and its surround ings, he turned his attention to the horseman. His face was dark, and he wore his hair long, but he was American in appearance. "Ho, Red wing, you are off your trail; and who is your pard ?" he called out, as the two approached. "Red Wing heap bad hurt, come_ to see Lone Med icine Chief, bring paleface brother to see him." The ranchman glanced at the wounded foot of the Indian in his blanket support, and then at the scout, and said: "I think I know you, sir. Are you not Buffalo Bill?" "That is what I am called; but do I fail to recall an old pard ?" "No; I only saw you once, several years ago, up in the Mormon country, but you have a face not easily forg6tten. "Do you know the chief?" "If you mean Dr. Adrian Valdon, I did know him, and owe him some favors I should like to repay. "I came by here to see hirn." "You are the first visitor he has had, and I am sorry he is away." "Then he is not at home?" quickly said Buffalo Bill .., "No, be is away hunting, for he goes often on long hunting expeditions, but you are welcome, and I will try to entertain you, for I am chief cowboy of the ranch." "You are very kind, and I will accept your hos pitality for the night, at least; but when do you ex pect Dr. Valdon ?" "It is hard to tell, for he may be gone a week or


l'HE BUFF ALO Bill STORIES. 1 5 more, and perhaps, return to-night; but come, and we will entertain you, for I have four comrades here with me/' He l .ed the way to the buildings, and Buffalo Bill was asked to dismount, and the leader, whom his comrades called Rio Ralph, said: "This is Buffalo Bill, the great scout, pards. You all know him by name." The men gave the scout a cordial welcome, showed no curiosity as to his coming, and all expressed re gret at their chief being absent. All e>f them seemed to know the Comanche well, and to like him, for they helped him to dismount, and the leader said : "I've learned enough medicine and scientific! cut ting from the doctor, Red Wing, to fix your foot up in fine shape, though I guess Buffalo Bill has cared prettj' well for it." They all spoke of the ranchero as "the doctor" and "Doctor c;hief ," and seemed to be very much at ached to him. "We will give you the doctor's tepee, Buffalo Bill, d you will find it comfortable," Rio Ralph said, and 1e opened the door in the -rear of the old mission hapel, in which there was one large room, with a oar leading into a one. These two were in good condition, but the rest of he old chapel was a ruin. In the othe. r buildings near, the ranchmen had heir quarters, and Red \i\Ting \yas made comfortable in one of them. Glancing about the ranch, Bill saw half-a-dozen large and savage dogs, and they seemed to consider. is coming all right, and were not in a hostile mood award him. His horses had been taken by or'le of the ranclunen nd cared for, and he was to d that supper would be eady after a while, and that he must make himself erfectly at home. He looked around the large room he had entered nd was surprised. Handsome woven blankets were on the adobe oor as mats, and the walls were hung with Mexican nd Indian ornaments. There was a table and a large homemade easyhair, a couple of shelves filled with books; an easel ith a half-finished painting on it, a medicine chest which were bottles and surgical instruments, and ifles, revolvers and knives hanging on brackets. The room was a most atfractive one, looking more ke a1'J. artist's studio than a ranchman's home. The adjoining room was used as a sleeping apartent, and it, too, was fitted up most comfortably. "\\'ell, this is a strange home in the wilderness," uttered Buffalo Bill, as he glanced -about him. "There's nothing hidden, for I am given tho 1ief's quarter and made perfectly at home, so I can nothing that would indicate anything wrong go mg on. "Still, I shall sleep with one eye open. "I'll keep trailing the mystery until something turns up." So mused Buffalo Bill, as he stood looking about him in the ranchero's rooms. He was not long in discovering that it was the home of no ordinary man; yet why should such a man, one of refinement, education, and with a fession, seek a home in that wilderness, was a ques tion that he could not answer. It would seem, judging from his standpoint, of men he had met upon the border with every claim to lead a different life hiding themselves in a wild life, that they were fugitives from justice, had committed some. crime which had driven them from thefr feHow.s who knew them. But had such a man as Dr. Adrian Valdon appeared to be hidden h imself there to escape the law or just punishment?" Bill then glanced the books on the shelves. He saw that son;ie of them were medical works, others historical and biographical, still more were scientific, and a few of lighter literature. The paintings on the wall were by an artistic hand and of scenes on the frontier, so that the stout deemed them the work of the ranchero, as there was an unfinished sketch on the easel. He .saw writing materials on the table, and helcl several maps, exceedingly well drawn, and evi., dently of that part of the country, while he noticed in: one a surveyor's stand and instruments. There was a large scrapbook of pressed wild flowers, with their botanical names under each. A photograph of a beatitiful maiden of eighteen or twenty and a handsome young man in the uniform of the Mexican army was there. One glance at the face, and Buffalo Bill said: "Ah, I think I have his secret now, f9r. that is his likeness .and this must be the one he loved-yes, and. lost; else why did he leave her? "It is the same old story of a love affair, I guess, for we all noticed his extremely sad face. "But he must be a Mexican instead of a Texan, after all, for he wears here the uniform of a captain of Mexican lancers. "How handsome he is, and how beautiful is the face of this woman," and Buffalo Bill gazed admiringly at the picture before him. Then he walked out into the plaza and met Rio Ralph coming to take him to supper, for the men had their meals in one of the adobe cabins not far; away. ''I guess you saved that Injun's life for him, sir, for he had a bad wound of it; but it is coming around all right now." The ranchman ushered Bill into the cabin wherCi


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. the others were already assembled, Red V./ing looking 'very smiling over the prospect of a good supper, and the fact that his foot was on the high road to rc;;covery. "Take the doctor's seat, sir," said Rio Ralph, and Buffalo Bill was surprised to find that the table ser vice was of china. Hut the supper surprised him more, for there were potatoes, fried chicken, hot biscuits, milk, butter and ct!ffee. "vVe have a vegetable garden here, and our own cows so we have plenty of milk and butter, for the chief will live like a gentleman," said Rio Ralph. The meal was heartily enjoyed, and after it w

THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 11 "I have no claim upon you, for you to do this for me." "You have the claim of humanity, and you would lose your life sure if I did not go along." Half-an-hour after the two rQde away from the ranch, each with a horse in lead, Buffalo Bill having left the pony for Red Wing, who parted from the scout with feelings of real regret. Rio Ralph was splendidly mounted, and he was dressed now in a Mexican suit, sombrero and all. He led the way to the same ford, the only one, he e--.:plained, where there an entrance to the penin sula of land on which the ranch was located. Once across, on the other shore, he struck off on a bee-line across the country. He set the pace at a fast walk, and held it steadily for several hours, when they halted at a small stream for dinner. Though nearing the locality where the Indians would doubtless be roaming about, he did not hesitate to build a fire and cook dinner. "Can there be treachery at the bottom of all this?" mused Bill, for the fact that he had no fear of the redskins or the outlaws that would raid across the Rio Grande constantly flitted through the scout's mind, and he was sure that he entered upon a very desperate ride under the guidance of one who might be leaciing him to his death. The halt that noon was for an hour only, and the next camp was at sunset, not an Indian having been seen. When the supper was over, Buffalo Bill saw that the Texan heaped wood on the fire, as though he wished it to burn all night, and then hung up near it, where it would be in full view of anyone approaching the camp, a gayly colored Mexican serape. He made no comment, but felt sure that the serape was put up as a signal of some kind, and he re' membered that during the day the Texan had worn the same blanket suspended from his shoulders. Buffalo Bill went to his blankets with the firm determination to be on his guard against a surprise or treachery, and slept with his rifle and revolvers close at hand to grasp at an instant's notice. 1 111e night passed, however, without any and, when breakfast was being eaten, Buffalo Bill called out quickly as he sprung to his feet: "Indians!" "And they are corning on the jump." The Texan did not even rise, but said: "All right, let them come, for they see the signal, and knov we are nob foes." The Indians discovered by Buffalo Bill were a dozen in number, and were coming with their ponies at a gallop having just come over a rise half-a-mife away. "You do not fear them-you are sure?" "Oh, no, they are all right. "There are only a dozen, and we could wipe them out, if you think--" "No, no, a shot at them would cost us our lives at once, for they are not alone. "I told ycu that I did not avoid them, nor did I care to seek them, but they are coming, so let me tell you that there wiH be no trouble, and you will run the death gantlet in safety." "I'll chance it, pard." "Let me ask you if yo u think any of these Indians know you?" ''VI/ell, I have made the acquaintance of the Co manches several times, but have not met them closer than revolver range, so I do not think they will rec ognize me." "I hope not, but I must receive them now and let them clean up the remnants of our b.reakfast," and Rio Ralph rose and faced the Indians as they up. They came with a rush, gave a warwhoop, and drew rein suddenly, and the chief, leaping to the ground first, extended his hand to the Texan, who spoke to them in their own tongue, and he spoke it fluently. Buffalo Bill saw that he was the object of conver sation, and he nodded in a friendly way to the Indians, but was ready to draw his revolvers in a second if there came need for it "Pard, we must ask our red brothers to breakfast with us, so will you help out with the cooking?" said Rio Ralph, turning to Bill, who at once set to work to obey. The Indians dismounted, and all came forward and shook hands with Buffalo Bill, grunting forth their pleasure at meeting him. He gave them a good breakfast, and when it was over he discovered that they were to serve as an escort, for, having nothing to do, they had an eye on the dinner and supper that the two white men were yet to have during the day. "There is no help for it pard, for I had to ask them to go along, though they will breed a famine in our stores, I fear, but we will strike their village before supper, and live on them, as we will stay there to-night." ."Stay in their village?" asked Buffalo Bill, in surprise. "Oh, yes, for you are in for it now, and will have to run the gantlet clean through as far as I go with you." "YOU are very kind, pard, but I don't just hanker after so much Indian society, but I'm not kicking, so just play the game to suit yourself, and when I have a trump card I'll lay it down," and Buffalo Bill resigned himself to his fate, be it what it might. At the dinner that day the Texan was very sp<\r ing in what he got out of the pack, for he knew


18 THE BUFF l\LO B ILL STORIE S. that if he set all he had before the dozen ravenous braves they would eat every morsel of it. He did n 'ot halt long, either, for he was anxious to r each the Indian village before night, and save the 'further draw upon his larder. This he did, though the redskins seemed disappointed not to have a supper while on the trail, and tried to deceive the Texan as to the way, so as to make him camp, but he was too cunning for that, and reached the Indian village before nightfall. There were several thousand Indians in the vil lage, and all turned out to welcome the visitors, causing Buffalo Bill to remark in a low tone: "I am sorry we are so popular, parcl." The Texan laughed, and made his way to the chief's quarters, when he was at ouce made welcome, he a,ncl his strange comrade, for they. little dreamed that they were entertaining a bitter foe unawaresthe great Buffalo Bill. Buffalo Bill, in spite of his iron nerve, could not but feel his helplessnes s there in that Indian village. He saw that the Texan felt at home, that he ap peared to be respected by the Indians, and the chief held a long conversation with him, but yet he could n-0t but realize that a very thin barrier was between him and death. But he did not show any anxiety, and, rolling him self in his blankets. after he had eaten the not very tempting supper, sought to forget his hopes and fears i n sleep. This his will power enabled him to do, and he did not awake till morning, when the Texan was all ready to start on his way. They were to be escorted by their friends of the clay before, it loo)<:ecl like, with as many more to keep them company, but the cunning of Rio Ralph came to his aid here, and he got rid of them, in some way unknown to Buffa l o Bill, but which won his admiration. That morning they met ?everal roving bands of In c.lians, but did not delay long with them, as Rio Ralph pressed steadily on, and when they camped at noon he said: "I will have to leave you here, pard Buffalo Bill, for you will hardly meet any more redskins, though it is possible that you may. "I wish you to wear this serape over your shoul ders, though, and when you camp at n ight, bang it up in the bright firelight. ''This trail will lead you to the river, which, when you cross, keep up the right bank of until you strike the trail which you are familiar with, and then it is plain sailing with you. "I had hoped to find an Indian in the village whom I could send on ahead to this campj to act as your guide, but he was not there, and I did not care to ai:iy other. , "I would not leave you now, only the chief, Gold Face, whom you saw was wounded, gave me some information which I must hasten back to the ranch and report to the doctor." "Don't mind me, pard, for you have already been most kind, and you know I am used to being alone in the countrv. "I can fincl my. wq.y all right, and I hope to get through without a brush with the redskins, only they must not crowd me too hard. "If you do meet them, let me tell you how to show them that you are a friend, or at least profess to be. "Just turn your back to them, and raise your hands above your head. "It is the signal of the doctor and his men, an9 if you cannot tq.Jk their lingo, they will understand it, and pass you as surely as though you had tnet a band of Masons and them the grip." "I shall remember it, pard." "And there is one thing more I wish to tell you of." "Yes?" "You. not see it, yet it will be well to warn you." "What is it?" "Of course, you do not believe in ghosts?" Buffalo Bill laughed. 'Nor spooks, nor such?" "Not I." "Well, the Indians bring in strange stories of a specter being seen on the trail you follow northward from here." "A specter?" "Yes, and they avoid the country as though it were the land of the evil spirit." "v'"hat is it?" "They say it is the spirit of a paleface woman,, mounted on a white horse, q,nd that she ;:tppears before them in their camp and on the trail, and moves her hands as though to warn them off." "And they obey?" "You they obey her, for they shun that part of the country religiously, as I said "I don't wonder." "Now, you may, or you may not see her, for I ha Ye never yet done so, though I have gone over the trail several .times, but the chief told me that the doctor had seen her and trailed her, too, though he never spoke to us about it." "V\/ ell, if I see. the specter, I will trail her, pa.rd, and some day, when we meet again, tell you all about her," said Buffalo Bill, with a smile. "Of course, I don't believe in such things, but it is certain that the Comanches haYe seen something to alarm them, but who or what is playing ghost, nobody knows." After a smoke and a Jong chat, when dinner was over, Buffalo Bill said he had better be going on his way, and, the horses being saddled, the two men


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 19 parted, with a warm grasp of the hand, for the scout had now come to feel that whatever the Texan might be to him, he was certainly a friend in need. With his pack-horse in lead Buffalo Bill rode away from the little camp, the ranchman doing the same, and, when he turned to look_ back, after having gone half a mile, he saw that Rio Ralph had done the same, and was waving his sombrero at him. The scout returned the salute, and once more continued on his way, the trail now being a well-defined one that he was to follow. CHAPTER CLXXVII. THE WOMAN IN WHITE. Buffalo Bill went on his way with the same con scious power in himself to get out' of any difficulty that might occur that he had felt in the ranchman to protect him. He was very cautious, and kept a bright lookout ahead and about him, for he was not so sure but that he would run upon some Indian prowlers. The Texan had hinted that he had brought him that way, as he had to go back, feeling sure that there would be fewer Indians roving about near the country of the specter than by another and more direct trail. But Buffalo Bill had not gone many miles before he came to a halt. Before him, and coming toward him, he saw a band of redskins. They were nearly fifty in number, and were riding rapidly, though their ponies seemed laden with game. The scout at first thought that he would try to aYoid them, but he had just crossed a small stream, and the trail was too fresh for them to fail to notice it, so he concluded to take his chances, though they had a very desperate look to him. Riding into view out of the timber, he saw them halt and reconnoiter. He then made a display of his gay serape, and, turning his back to the redskins, raised his hands above his head. He heard an exclamation of some kind from them, and, glancing over his shoulder, saw that they were coming rapidly toward him. \Vere they coming as friends or foes was the question. In a little while they were close upon him, and for his life he could not have resisted the inclination to turn and face them. When he did so-and he turned ready to fight to the death, if need be-he was relieved to see that they made no hostile demonstration. His knowledge of Comanche was extremely limited, but he made signs of friendship, pointed to his serape, mentioned the name of the Lone Medicine Chief in their tongue, and shook hands all around with the whole outfit. Then he signed that he wished to make them a present, and he had just ciga' s enough to go around One redskin motioned that he would like something to drink, and Buffalo Bill handed-over his can teen, but when the Indian discovered that it was water onlv the face he made caused. the scout to laugh, and he signed as as he could that he belonged to the prohibition party, just at that time. All lo 'oked disappointed at this, and then began to beg him for presents, pointing to his well-filled pack saddles. But he shook his head, and then they wished to trade one of their five-dollar ponies for his fine horses. But he again shook his head, and pointed ahe ad, and every Indian at once looked in that direction, as though they .expected to see the specter of the trail. Another desired to bargain for his weapons, but was refused, and, as he moved on his way, they looked as mad as hornets, and talked earnestly together. But the chief pointed to the serape, Buffalo Bill thought, and they went on their way, at the same rapid g allop they had been going when he saw them. "Well, if that wasn't a young hell to pass through, I don't know said Buffalo Bill with a s i gh, and he added : "This serape fetched them, though; but I wish every one of those cigars was a cartridge to blow them to the happy hunting grounds. "Why, they would have traded me out Of everything I had, if I had yielded. "I was terribly afraid that they would smell that flask of brandy Major Canfield gave me, and said was good for a snake bite. "Well, I'm through that ordeal, so now, what is the next? "I'd a heap rather meet the spec:ter than another half-hundred of those fellows, and the way they were anxious to get along I guess they were afraid of the specter, too, and did not wish night to catch them near her country. "It will be bright moonlight to night, just the kind of a night when ghosts are supposed to ramble, so l hope I'll get a look at her," and Buffalo Bill rode on his way once more, anxious to reach the river and cross before night. This he did, and, going into the fringe of timber along the banks, he staked his horses out, while he went on foot to try to get a .shot at several deer he saw feeding out upon the prairie. He went along clown the stream, under cover of the bank, for half-a-mile, and then tried to creep up on the deer. The sun had set, and the full moon was rising ove r


20 I T H E BUFF J\LO B ILL STOR i ES. the prairie, so that he had the deer in a good light, could he get near enough to fire on them. But, hurrying along, they led him some di .stance off on the prairie, and then bounded suddenly away in rapid flight. Rising from his crouching position to notice the cause of the deer's flight, Buffalo Bill was startled to hear the thud Df rapidly falling hoofs, and to sud denlv beho l d dash betweenhim and the moonlight' what appeared to be a specter horse and rider, the latter's arm raised as though in warning. In spite of his nerve, Buffalo Bill was really startled at the sight he beheld. The deer bounding away had given him warning that more than his presence had frightened them, and when he looked for the cause, it had so suddenly appeared over a rise in the prairie that he was completely taken aback for a moment, and even forgot to draw a revolver o r unsling his rifle. vVhat h e beheld was enough to startl e any man, and would have put to flight one of less pluck than Buffa l o Bill. He saw a snow-white horse, apparently without saddle or bridle. The horse was dashing along at full speed and had sudden l y appeared over a rise in the prairie. But the animal h ad a rider. Upon his back, seated on a side-saddle, was what ,appeared to be a woman: Her white face was revealed by the moonlight, as was also one bare arm, that was raised, the palm turned toward him, as though warning him back from the trail he was following. He saw that she was clad in a robe as white as m i lk, a 'turban wit h long ends about her head, and as she clashed si lently on the garments fluttered in the breeze. She uttered n o word, simply passed on in silence, wit h t hat warning which seemed to speak vo l umes. "I cou l d have dropped her horse with a bullet, but then I m i g h t have hurt the rider, and, being a woman, I would not wish to do that. "But she looked the ghost, from hoof to topknot. "And what does it mean that a wh ite woman is in fois country, and playing ghost, too? "If she is an Indian, she has got her face and arm daubed with white, that is certain. No, she's white, I am sure. "But she seems to have a light about her, yes, and the horse, too, as though she had struck a bed of phosphorus. "I'll look u p the trail of that horse to-morrow, for he had hoofs, not wings, and just see where it leads to. "But I don't blame the r edskins for being scared at her, or it, or whatever it may be, for it took me all aback at first, and no m istake. "If it had been an Injun, it could have killed me, for I forgot I had a gun or a revolver until it had flitted away. "I lost my deer-by Jave, no! there they are,., and suddenly there came dashing by the scout half a-dozen deer, at easy range. Quick as a flash he fired, and down fell one of the deer. Going to it, he ran his knife across the throat, threw the deer over his shoulders, and started back to camp He found all as he had left it. The specter of the trail had certainly not been there. Buildi1'.1? a fire back under the shelter of the bank, he cut ott what meat he wished, and soon had his supper r eady. Then he replenished his fire, and, not forgetting the advice of Rio Ralph, hung his gay serape u p where the light would fall upon it, shaking down his blankets a little distance off in the shadow. He then brought his horses closer in from the timber, and turned in for the night, for no sound broke the s i lence save the howling of a wolf out on the prairie, as he scented the fresh deer meat and saw the glimmer of the fire light. Without being disturbed, other than by wolves hunting a feast, Buffalo Bill passed the night, and by sunrise had eaten his breakfast, saddled up, and was ready for the trail. But he rode out upon the prairie to where he had seen the specter form of the horse and rider the night befo re, and began to look carefully around for a trail. He was not long in finding one, and muttered : "That spec1!er horse leaves his tracks behind him. "Yes, and he goes in the very direction my t rail lies, but wherever it goes, I follow, for I would like the experience of running down a ghost." He followed the trail slowly for he wished to make no mistake, and was 15lad to find that it went, after a milt or more, over toward the timber that bordered the river. As he went on he discovered that the nature of the country was changing, that the prairie land was ending, and the hills loomed up ahead. But on he continued, until he entered the hills, still following the fresh trail of the specter horse that had fled by him the night before. "Now, I am nearing the end," he muttered, as he reached the hills, just at noon. The trail he followed continued along the main one. and the pace the white horse had been going at, a swinging gallop, had slowed down, the tracks showed, to a walk. A nxious to see what was at the trail's end, Bill de -


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 21 :ermined not to halt there for a nooning, but to con .inue on his way. The country became wilder, the hills higher, and 1ere and there were large canyons penetrating the anges There were streams to cross, and more and more he landscape took on a mountainous look. Suddenly the scout drew rein for he had come to he entrance of a canyon, into which all the trails led, rom all directions, it seemed. Here he dismounted, hitched his horse, and went Drward on foot. The canyon opened into a small fertile valley as i e went along, and he came in sight of a frame strucure by the side of a small stream and sheltered by 1eavy timber. But the scout .did not hesitate at the sight of it mly pressed on, prepared, for what he might clis:over. He was most cautious, however, going from tree o tree, and at last came to where a rustic bridge, a ree felled across it, spanned the stream. Crossing the bridge, he approached the shanty, mly a few yards distant, and was within fifty feet of he door, when a fon: n stepped out of it. It was the form of a man, tall, wearing long and dressed in buckskin. He had a belt full of arms about his waist, but at he sight of Bill gave a yell of mingled fury and ight, while he made a bound for the shelter of a ee. "Hold on, Black Jack, I know you and have you overed," cried Buffalo Bill. The man turned quickly, faced the scout, and outed back: "Yes, and I know you, too, Buffalo Bill, and the ang at your back." But Bill did not turn to be caught by the trick, but id: "Well, shall it be war, Black Jack, for you reember your threat, and I owe you a bullet or two?" Buffalo Bill spoke calmly, revolver held in hand, d the man he faced had also drawn his weapon, and s sharp eyes were on the scout. But in answer to the question put to him, he emed to wish to gain time, for he said : "I know I wounded you, Buffalo Bill, but I was caping for my life then." "Yes, you robbed your fellow-miners, stole the ughter of Hugh Turner from him, and got away. "But I have found your nest, Black Jack, so we ve got to come to terms or fight it out right here." "\IVhat do you mean by terms?" "Where is the money you robbed your com des of?" "I lost it." "I believe that you He; but what are you doing e ?" "I was driven out of the mines, so came here to hide for I knew my life was safe nowhere els e ." vVhere is pretty Sue Turner?" "See here, Buffalo Bill; I'll tell you something you do not kno\Y." "Well?" "Hugh Turner was my brother, and he ran off with the girl I loved, and thaf made me hate him. ''Years after I met him in the mines, but he did not know me, and I found that his wife was dead, that he had lost his money, and had come there to hunt gold. "His wife died soon after they had reached the mines, and their child, Sue, was so much lik e her mother that I determined to steal her from him in revenge, and did." "And took good care to rob every miner yo u could before you left ."-"Luck had gone hard with me, so I had to hav e money.". "Then Sue is your niece?" "Yes." "Where is she?" "She died from exposure on the trail he r e." "Black Jack!" "Yes." ".You are about as great a liar as I ever listened to, and that is saying a good deal!" Quick as a flash the reYoh-er of the desperado ros e and his finger was on the trigger, whe n before h e could pull it, Buffalo Bill's weapon flashed Black Jack's weapon \ \1ent off also; but it was as he was falling for the bullet of Buffalo Bill had pierced his brain. Hardly had the echoes of the weapons died away, when there was heard the rapid fall of hoofs, and up the canyon came clashing at full speed a horse and rider. It was 'the specter of the trail that Buffalo Bill h a d seen the night before, and when he sa\v who it was he lowered the rifle he had raised as though he expected to meet another foe. Riding rapidly up to the cabin, she drew rein, glanced at the dead body of B lack Jack, then at B uffalo Bill, and then asked, in an impressive tone: "Who are you?" CHAPTER CLXXVIII. THE CAPTIVE. Buffalo Bill looked at -the rider of the white horse with mingled admiration and surprise. She was a girl scarcely over twenty, and had a face of rare beauty, though it was now smeared over with a white powder. She vvore the same costume she had the night be fore, and seemed perfectly at home in the little sad -


22 THE BU Ff /\LO B ILL STORIES. dle that was strapped upon the. splendid white an imal, bridle she had none. She gazed upon the scout with a look that was hard to fathom while he in answer to her question, said: "You are Sue Turner, once known as the Masc0t of Moonlight Mine." "Ah! you know me?" she said. excitedly, and then added: "Yes, and I have met you before; let me tell you when and wlrnre-oh, yes, I recall you now, for you came to my father's cabin once, and you are-Buffalo Bill!" "You are right, and you have a good memory, for that was ten years ago." "And you have seen my father?" she eagerly cried. "Yes, some months ago, and he has struck it rich, and will soon leave the mines. "He sought in vain to find you, and gave you up for dead, and then, as a recompense for your loss, he struck a new lead that panned out splendidly." "My poor, poor father! "How he must have suffered on my account; but then you have avenged him and me," and she pointed to the body of Black Jack, which she had seemed to.' hardly notice before. "I followed your trail here, for you me last night on the prairie a nd Black Jack sought to kill me, but I was too. quick for him." "Thank Heaven! Now my life begins anew, for, oh! what have I not suffered at his hands!" "He was my father's brother, and stole me to avenge himself on my father, because my mother woulvould encl "Afraid of the Indians, he urged me to play spec ter, and I d i d so, for, by so doing, I could learn the trails, and each time I went away, I extended my rides further, intending to make a break for free dom. if I died on the trail. "So it was you I passed last flight!" "Yes." ''I had seen some Indians a short while before, and only caught a glimpse 0f you, so supposed you were one. "If I had only known who you were!" "It is just as well as it is. for now you can return with me to your father, as my trail back leads me not many miles from where he is." "Oh, how glad I will be, and will poor papa not be happy, too!" "Indeed, he \.Vill, but did not Black Jack find any gold here?" "Not a dollar's worth, but he has all that he robbed my father and others of : when he ran off. and I have seen him count it over, night after night; and it is ju s t seven thousand dollars. "I know its hiding-place, too; bt\t you will bury him, will you not?" ''Oh, yes, he is human, bad as he was. "I will go first after my horses, as I do not wish to lose them." "No fear. for no will come near here, and I have never seen a w hite man since we came here, except the hateful face of my uncle-no, no, I must not speak ill of him, now that he is dead," and she shuddered as she glanced at the dead form of the desperado. Then, springing from her horse, she turned the animal loose, and said : "Now, while you go after your horses, I will get dinner, I have been hunting and am hungry. "See, I ha\'e some game, and some fish too," and she held up a string of birds and another of fish. for she had thrown them upon the ground when she ro(ie up. "What did you kill those birds with?" ":\f y revolYer," and 11he took a revolver from her robe. "You are a good shot." 'I never mi ss." w as the confident reply. "My uncle would not trust me with a revolver, at first, fearing that l would kill him; and I used a bow and arrows to kill game with; but, at last. he let me take firearms. and I practiced all I could, for I had it in my heart to escape some day. even if I had to take his life, and I knew I would have to he a good shot. ''1t i s strange that he did not kill you,. Buffalo Bill. for he was as quick as a flash and a dead shot." ''I am something of a shot myself. and a trifle quick," modestly replied Bill. and he was going to fetch his horse. \\'hen she sa id : ''Please take that out of sight. .. It wa s the body that she referred to, and Buffal.o Bill bore it to a spot beyond the rustic hridge. Buffalo Bill found his horses all right. and. taking them up to the cabin, put them up in the canyon, where the two horses of the desperado were kept,


THE BU ff J\LO BILL STOR I ES. 23 1e splendid white that played "specter steed," and firie roan. During the dinner. Sue explained to Buffalo Bill st what she had latel y discovered the plot of the :speraclo to be. -He kept himself posted, I am sure of my father's ovements, and knew that 11e was making money pidly, and I do believe that he intended to take his 'e, and then, shaving his beard off, cutting his hair, ad, playing the gentleman, go there and claim his f rtune, for there no. heir than myself. "Yes,. you came JUSt m time. for had you not have one so, I \.vould have acted, cruel as it would have :emed for me to take my uncle's life. "Then I would have packed up, taken the horses, id started on the trail he was \\t to go, leaving it I the instinct of the animals to carry me on to the ttlement to which he went for supplies. "You are a braYe girl, Sue, and would, no doubt, tve gotten through in safety, vthile, in self-defense, would have been perfectly justifiable for you to ke the life of the man who was persecuting you, d intended to kill vour father." "Well, I ha Ye hea;d him talking to himself, for it s a habit he could never break himself of, and in tinctly heard him utter these words: "'He'd struck it rich, they told me, and when he got more it will be my time to strike, for I can get all; once I put her out of the way, for I will be the "These words burned into my brain, Buffalo Bill, ti!, at last, I had made up my m i nd to act, and in hort while more I would have done so, but, thank eaven, you have come .... "I will go with yon to help you bury him, for don't ink me -cruel tor saying .. so-I will only feel happy 1en I see the grave "heaped up over him," and a :ter look swept over the face of the young girl, as walked clown the canyon with Bill, he carrying desperado's pick and shovel. spot was soon selected for the grave, which Buf Bill dug quickly, and the body, wrapped in a nket, was placed within it. Sue Turner said in a low, impressive voice: 'God forgive him for 1 ne\er can." he turned abruptly away, and, at once returning her cabin, set about preparing for her long trney. he supplies were all put in the pack-saddle, which ck Jack had brought with him, and all else that girl wished to carry along with her . \Ve'll take the ghost robe along, for it may be t I will nave to put it on." What for?" 'To scare the Indians. I would rather depend upon this," and Buffalo I patted his rifle. on't you believe it, for when once they see me, you will never get near enough to them to use your rifle. "I tell you it is a great scare for them, and the only fun I have ever had here is in making them run. ''You see, 1 was afraid of them, too, and so was glad to play specter. and. oh! how they did 'git up an' git,' as the miners used to say, and 'hump themselves,' when I appeared. day or night." "\Vell, you did look like a specter, I admit, and I guess it ,, oulcl be well to take the robe along." I hope we will see some redskins, so you can 'rntch them light out. "\\' hy, when they ,, ould come this way hunting, I would show myself, and they would lea ve their game. "I had heard of you before I saw you as a specter. Sue, for your fame had extender! to a ranch I stopped at on my \Yay here!" Buffalo Bill then closed the cabin door, and, mounting his horse, rode away down the canyou, followed by the young girl. In

24 THE BU ff ALO Bill STORIES. "Buffalo Bill, old pard, it is you, is it? "I am more than glad to see you, for I have not that you aided me in the chase after Black Jack, and had he not killed your horse and wounded you, you would have captured him. ''But, alas! I have never heard from him since, and she i$ dead." "Don't you belieYe it pard, for sit down and kt c me tell you some good news." "Good news for me, Bill?" "Yes, even for you, pard." "\Vhat is it, for when I dig a fortune out of my mine I care little about it?" "vVell, I know where Bfack jack is." "You do?" shouted the man, almost in a frenzy, while he added: "Tell me where he is, for I will haye his life. "Where is he, I say?" "In his grave." "It is not so, for he could not die by other hand than mine. "Be calm, Hugh Turner, for I tell you he i s his grave, for I put hi111 there.'.' "You buried him?" "Yes, and killed him. "Then you avenged me. "Turner. do yol.1 know who he was?'' "A desperado of the worst type, one I befriended. and who then thus paid me for my kindnessl:o hirn "You had a brother John, had you not?" "Yes, poor fellow he was younger than I, and loved my wife. "\i\Then she married me, he ran off to sea, and I never neard of him again. but he hated me, and would never let me love him as a brother." "Remember, if you can, if yo u recall in Black Jack any to your brother?"' "By Heaven, yes! Now, I know that he was none other than Jack Turner, a beardless boy when last I saw him. "Yes. he it was that struck me this cruel blow." "It i.s not so cruel now for your 'daughter i s not de;:id, Turner .. "Do you mean this?"' and the miner looked squarely into the eyes of Buffalo Bill. "Yes. he stole her and carried her away with him to a lone cabin in the Indian country. "He kne\Y you and sought revenge. "Then be heard of your fortune. and decided some day to kill you and get it. "He had your daughter playing ghost to scare off the Indians. and I saw her and tracked her to his cabin "I knew him. he recognized me, and I killed him whiie his finger was drawing trigger to shoot me down. "Hugh Turner, your daughter was my comrade on the trail here. and she is-but come in, Sue. The d0or flew back, and in rushed Sue Turner, while Buffalo Bill hastily left the cabin. In an hour he returned, to find the father am d.1.ghter talking together and pla.nning for the fu ture. "We have settled it all, Buffalo Bill for we shall .ieave the mines and go East, where we can enjoy ID.Yi large fortune together, while you must--" 'No. no, make no plans for me, Turner, for I re main at my post of duty on the frontier, but some day may cqme East and visit you." f he next morning Buffalo Bill was off again on the trail to the northward. CHAPTER CLXXIX. "WELL DO!"E, BUFFALO BILL!'' Buffalo Bill continued on with his dispatches to the military post, after leaving Hu2'h Turner and his daughter happy in being again reunited, and d('!liv ered them to Major Totten, who congratulated him on the vvonclerful ride he had made thr.ough the Indian country. 'I would be ve r y much pleased, Buffalo Bill, if I could 2end return dispatches to Colonel Monette, though I do not ,<;uppos e you feel like the desperate chances of another ride such as you had," said t he major, a c;onple of days after the scout's arrival at the fort. ''Oh, yes, s ir, for I did not except to return to General Carr from here. I have had reason to change my mind to-day, and am ffilling to start at once for Fort Dare, though I will stop on my way for a night or day, at a ranch where I ha Ye a friend." "Well, I will haYe the dispatches for you when you are rea dy to go .. Buffalo Bill had made a discovery in the fort that day that caused him to feel impatient to be off, and as soon as the dispatches were ready he started once more on the long and danli!'erous trail, and alone. He decided to return as he had come, trustinoin the serape. hi s c laiming to be the brother of "'the White Medicine Chief. and the tau2'ht him b} Rio Ralph to get him through the Indian country. His horses were well rested, and he supplied him s elf with ample food and some presents to glad.den an Indian's heart, and started. Tl-le second night he halted at Black Jack's cabin and slept there. undisturbed by any haunting ghost of the desper.aclo he had slain. From there on he did not see a redskin until he drew near the doctor's lone ranch, when a number surrounded him. He gave the sign that had sen-eel so well before. and i t was s ucce ssful; but they eyed his well-filled pack, and in a way that caused him to. become gen erous wjth its contents to save trouble. and this so


THE BUFFALO BILL STO R IES. 25 pleased the band of two dozen brav e s that they t o him closer than a brother until he came in sight of the Lone Ranch. The fir s t man to greet him was Dr. Adrian Valdon himself, and the welcome wa s a cordial one. A t a ll splendid s pe cimen of a m a n w a s the Lone Medicine C hief with a sad yet stern, face, and a c ourt l y m anner that was very winning. "You are the only m a r i who w ould hav e dared, or could hav e come t o m y r anch, Buffalo Bill. and your pluck alone h as brought you throug h the Indian country, for the Comanches have all heard of you a,s a oTe a t Indian fighter of the northw e s t a n d would prize your s c a lp above a ll things," said the doct?r. "I consider it valua bl e m ys elf doctor, but I n sked it to come after you." "After me?" "Yes. fo r G el/lera l Carr has been g reatl y w orrie d about you, and str ange reports c ame t o him, s o he asked me if I would com e a n d look you u p "You knmv you le f t his command for a certa in purpose?' . Y e s, but I was a voluntee r surg e o n o n hi s s t aff, ser v in g o nl y his fort surgeon s h a d been wounded. and mv t im e was up. Oh v e s he cii d not regard you as a d eserte r but h e was' a' n x iou s a b o u t you, and n o word h a d c ome di rect fr o m you since your b o ld pla n t o go into the Com anche v illage and try to stop the ravages of smallpox." "And I did s o after a time, and gained their fri endship; but I h a d anot h e r not i o n i n comin g t o this part of th country and which you sh<:tll hear, for you deserv e all m y confidence after the nsks you took to come to me. "Let me tell you t tiat I was a Confederate soldier, and after the war went to Mexico, where I became an in the army, and met and lo ved a Mexican girl. . "Called to the Umted States, I found. on m y re-turn, that the father of the girl I Jm e d h a d been e xile d from Mex ico. hi s proper. t y take n, and he had ()'one into the mines o f Colorado. i:> I res i gned m y commission in the Mexican army, and sought to find him and hi s d aughter, and I was looking fo r the m when I j oined G e n e r a l Carr. "'The n i t was that I learned t h a t the : Me xican I sought had returne d t o the Rio Grande country, and, m adde n e d b y hi s wrongs on the part o f hi s govern m e n t, b e h a d become a c h ie f of Mexi can outlaws, and an a ll y o f the Comanc h es. I came t o find him and I found him here, for thi s w a s hi s r a n c h hi s stronghold, and. when I got here, n e was desperately wounded, having been in a battle 1vith Colo nel Monette's soldiers I took him in hand, to bring him back to health, ior I did not find his daughter with him, nor could I learn where he had taken her. "For nearly a year have I cared for that man, taking charge of hi s ranch. for I sent for Texas cattlemen I kne\v-the five now with me__..:.and never did my patient reg ain his r e a son. and three days ago only he died, and the fate of hi s daughter I do not know. "But, friendl y with the India n s, I hav e tried to ke,ep them at peace with the wh ites, though in vain; but I hav e kept Mexican marauders from joining them. and now and then have done a good turn for m y people. "You have found me, Buffalo Bill but it is my intention to continue m y search for the woman I Jove." I can h e lp you. "You? You can help me, Buffalo Bill?" cried the doctor, breaking through hi s c a lh1. "Yes, "for I r ecognized her from her photograph, a n d your port r a i t of h e r in your quarters here. She i s a t Fo1 ;t Tot ten, wh ere I j ust came from, and she i s t eaching sc hool there, a nd known as Mi ss Creola Valiente ., "Her n ame. and-but can t h ere be no mistake, Buffa l o Bill ?" "None, for I called upon h e r spoke of you, and she has your photograph, and I t old her I wa s comi11g after y ou. "And wha t did she s a y ? "'Bring him to me, if h e i s willing to still love the daughter of o n e w h o became a n outlaw.' "I will carry m y di s patches 8 n to Fort-Dare, d o ctor, and then return for you." "And I will be ready, but be sure and report to Colonel Monette that the Mexican outlaw chief, El Roma, is dead, and that I will

PRIZE ANECDOTE DEPARTMENT. I Boys, look on page 3J and see the announcement of the new contest. We propose. to make this 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 was a tremendous success. Here are some of the best articles received this week : Saved By a Dog. ( B y Harold Scbmurstine, Buffalo, N. Y.) I am a reader of the Buffalo Bill st.ories, ad'tl have seen your prize offer, so I herewith write you one of my in a bul'ning building. One night about fhe years ago I was awakened by my faith ful dog Rover barking and pulling ou my bedclothes. On lo oking at him I saw that his hafr was singed by fire, so I jumped out of bed and ran into the next room to see what the cause of it was. The kitchen was in flames. I was on the sec?nd floor and had to go through the kitchen to get to the stairs, so I did not know how to get out of the -building. I woke my parents, and then thought of jumping out of the window. I ran to the window, raised the sash and jtupped, the dog jumping after me. I then ran and got a luc1der from the shed to help my parents from the burning building. They got out safely and I then ran and put in an alarm for the fire d epartment. 'l'he dog had saved my life. Cautht the Snow. (By Edward Mtiller, Wa shington.) As I am a constant reader of your Bulfnlo Bill Stories, I naturally take a very great interest in vour Anecdote Prize Contest. Here is my story : Every morning, a11 I carried the morning pape1s, I had to rise at 5 a. m ;, bu t on this particular morning which I am i1ow going to describe, I was delayed/ until 7 o'clock on account of a severe blizzard which hRcl come upon u s during the night. As tteual I went to the depot toget tbepapers.c The wind being very strong, it drifted the snow fom or live ieet high. I was delayed over an hour in getting there. I had delivered all but 11ix p:per11 when 'the cold ove1;took me and I sank in the s now twice but. managed to rise and ttf again. But being very weak aml the wind strong andcold, was drifted against a fenc e anti. became unconscious. Wlien I eameto I found my11elf in :.i dntg store s11not111tlcd b.v many people. My parents, meantime became worried and telephoned-as to my s11fety without any result '!'hey were ove1joyed ,1-lte n a cab :drove up to tbe door an cl 1 w .as taken into the house, where a cheerful lire wasburning on the hear' t h Dr. Sible y, meantime, at the house, I not ha dug recovered horn :bhc shock prescribed' a medicin e '" 'hich :relieved tne. The next day I was mttcn better, bnt. mother wonW not let me cariy any mo1e Our C amping Tour. ( B y John Schneider, Bnff.alo, N. Y ) La!!t mer I suggested to my friends that we go on a tour. '.l'hey all said it was a good idea, so we got five other friends and tnyself togethe1 We started out to camp at a sm:ill town nan1ed Grand Rapids, where there was a large creek. 'l'he uext mornil1 g1 after ca ling something, we said we would .draw straws to see which two wonk! go shooting birds Myself and my friehd Harold ,yere the two to go. We were not to go furthe11tllRn th!'ee mi!N11 We h11d got abo1ut twenty birds together we spied an orchard. We we11t over there to .get some apples; irncl were just going to leave when we heard the rep!'.Jrt o f a gun aodbuckshot staHed to fly around us like. hail. We got behind a tree tc, get o!lt of-the way when a large dog came and grabbed me by the pants. My friend, who hfld a revolver, pulled it out and shot the dog dead just as the farmer came up and told us to out of his orchard. We told him we only wanted a few apples. He then saw his dead dog and said that we mt1st paf for him, but we told him to keep his dogs out of our way or we would .kill all of .them. He told us if we didn't get out of hifl land he would fill us with 'buckshot. We got out of his'way before he had tjme to do it, .and went back to cam:p and told the boys what happened. The next day we made a small raft to go out in the}creek to go fishing or to dive from. when in swimming. 'l'hat afternoon my.friend.Harpld and inyself went fishing. We got out in the m iddle of the creek and dropped a large stone which we used for an anchor. We had about six or seven fish whe n I felt that the raft was movi11g, anu looking where' the rope was fa&tene d .I saw that it was not there, also our guide sticks were gone. So we were as help.lesfl as a bird in a lion's paw. About two hundred feet away was a large dam about eight feet high. 'fhe water below was about ten feet deep All we coulf;{ do was to think how we could stop the raft in that swift-flowing water, but w e were nearing the dam all the while. When we were about twenty-five feet away I realized how near death I was. I said that the instant we struck the dam I was going to jump over. M y friend said all right, so the next second we were seen flying in the air and a loud splash told that we struck ter. But just ai; I came to tl1e surface again thE} raft .came over and landed in the water about one foot away from my head. We took in ,the and swam ti:rn!a1' d s ,hore .and ran to Cll!np. I\ Miraculous Escape. (By Lester Auwrick, Sc11enectapy, N. Y.) 'l'he )it ,tle anecdote I am a boqt to relate has to deal with Colonel W. F. Cody's (Buffalo Bill's) noted hors e, Duke, and his escape from what. s eemed certain death in a collision at the clofle of the past season of the Wild West show. 'l'was on the night of October 28, and the second section of "Buffalo \\ iltl West" was being rapidly clrawu over the rai)s of the Somhern railway from Charlotte, N C., to Dan ville, Vn., where we were to make our lasL stand for the sea son. At about three' o'clock on the.morning of the 29th, I wa most Ntd ely a\vake1 1ed by being hurled from m y bunk -to th. '!loor of the sleepe. r which I occupied. ,. / 'l'hinking, afl die\ the other occupa11ts ot the car, thilt we had left the mils, a rather common occ.urrence, I hastily dreiv o n my trousers and rushed to the door. Noticing we were fltlll on the track, I next turned m y attention to the engine, which wlls enveloped in a cloud of steam. As I to the g1:ound I was astonished to see onr engineer rn nning toward me, with his face bl?.ckcned ao

THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 27 Dad "and "Duke," The former was found. pinioned beneath a cut in two a11 neatly as a person could have done it with a knife. Of Duke not a trace could we find The car in which he was confined while tra, e1ing \vas next to the engine and contained besides Duke, the mules, which dl'ew the "Old Overland" stage coach, and the horses of the.U. S. c'.lvalt'ymen. Several of the latter could be seen buned 11.way the debns, and it was supposed Duke was with the dead animals buried in the wreckage. So, imagine our :omrprise when, hearing a neigh coming fro. m a cornfield near b y jus t at daybreak, I fouud Duke eating among the corn stalk,., wi t h not a on him. How he was the only animal t o from t,hat ca1 is a mystery and pl'Obably will alway s remain so. We lost 110 horses kil1ed outright, and thil'ty were shot to free them from their sufferings. i\ ttacked By a Snake (By Frank Gibson, Wash.) About two weeks ago, at 3 :15 in the morning, I was sit .ting in the Eastern newsstand, where I work nights reading a Buffalo Bi11 Weekly, when I heard a scream and rnnning out on the sidewalk I saw a woman jumping about on the next corner. I ran up there and saw a large snake coiled up and striking at her. Having lived in the city all my life, I do not know much about snakes, 110 I was pretty mttch frightened when I saw tbi11 one, but picking up a stone I hit the snake 'ith it and broke it:s back. Then, hold of a stick, I hit it ove!" the head a couple of times and killed it. When m e a s ured it was five feet four inches long and four inche!I around the body. I afterwards fouud out that it wa!! a bull snake, which is not poisonous and had escaped froru a show that was in the city at the time. My Experience With (By Pliny 'l'bnrston, St. Louis, Mo. ) While coon in .A.rkan!!ll:!! I happened to run across a dog and put him out to bunt with my doj!. They soon treerl a coon, and as I came up I saw not over one hundred yards away what I thought to be the dogs, but soon learned better, for as quick as they saw me they darted out after me. I WR!! taken by suiprise, so I made for a tree. and wa11 pretty near up it when I was jerked to the ground. I quickly got to my feet and started to run l'lnd the wo1ve!, for such they were, fo11owerl me, but the clogs held them back till I to a hollow tree. Thanks to reading Buffalo Bill stodes 1 knew how to handle them then, for I used my gun fot .all it was worth. aod not to bad use, either. I did not notice the long cut on my leg until after it 'as all over. To this day I have a scar on my leg six inches long. !\ Struggle for Life. (By Bert Blake, Topeka, Kan.) One bright summer morning found me and my pards, Hugh and John, off in a boat bound for our swimming bole. The hole was supposed to be twenty-five feet.deep. We swam around a while, when Hugh said: "Bert, I'll bet you can't touch bottom. I will give you my knife if you do. "I '11 take you up," I said, "and if I don't touch bottom it won't be my fault." There was a cable that ran across the swimming hole, so if you went down you could catch hold of it. I went to the bank and got a rock weighing about ten pounds and took it out on the cable. Then I took bold of it with both hands and let go. .... Down, down I went in the dark water. At last my fee t touched somethini. It was the bottom. I reached down, got a handfnl of mud, let go of the rock, and started up. When about. half way up my head bit something. I tried to move to the side, but could not. The next minute I felt my breath leaving me little by little. I began to get scared. A feeling of horror came over me, v;hich I cannot deecribe. M y God! to die down thete 'l'hen everything became black. 'rhe past came back to me and I thought of tho se at home. l\I y mother and father, ; I made one last attempt, and felt myself beginning to .... rise. Then everything became a blank. When I came to I was lying on the bank and Dr. Huford was standing b y my side. Hugh was bending over me. He said: "Bert, you mus t have had a pipe dream." '!'be y got a wagon and took me home. 1 was all right again in a day or so Chased By a Bull. ( B y Paul McShnne, Webb City ) As I "as r etttrning from work one evening last year, I had two or three miles to go, and I was crossing a field, when I h eard something behind me on a run. I turned qtti c kl y around to eee what it was, and just as I tnrned around, 1 l'!aw a large ball-face d bull cominit a t full speed towards me. I was just about fifty yards from an old brush fence. I made for it, and got o\'cr and about ten feet away 'vhen he came to it. I saw the fence was not going to kee p the bull from coming tbrn u ;;h, a n d it 11as about half a mile from me to another fence or :1. plac e of safct y I had been rcacling the 1httl'alo Bill storie11, and I thonght how brnve Buffalo Bill wag. I thought I would be brave, too. I saw the bull wot11d o\ertake me in a little while longer, so I turned around to face him. He was coming straight at me with his head down :1.ltnost t o the ground. Jus t as he was 1.-ithin about fe e t o f me I jumped to one side, and he went on by and I marle f .or tl1e bmsh fence again and got behinrl i t before the bull turned around. I era wled in getween the brush and lay down and my shirt caught on a t w.ig and I saw then what made the bull chase me. I wore a red shirt. 'fhc bull came back about half way bet"'een 'here he stopped when after me and where I Jay, and then, after he had stopped and looke d a while 11nd could not see me, be turned slowly and walked away I h1y there till the bull got out of sight, and then I got out of the brus h fence and made for home. i\ Narrow Escape from Drown i n g ( B y Rob Sheppard, Des Moines, One day in June in a small town in Iowa three boys and myself we would go swimming. However, none of us could swim. I did not wirnt to take my dog, who was a pointer. The rcet of the boys said: "Take him,,he' ll do no bal'm. I soon consented, and he trotted along behind us. It was at the time of year when the river w11s high. We walked down the river bank till we c11me to a sand bar. Here we went in swimming. I led and '!Vent gradually out to about knee deep. Suddenly I was carried off my feet, and about seven feet down was some still water, where I sank and came up twice, and the second time the dog was at my 11ide. I grabbed his collar and was soon carded to shore. He had saved my life, and I was mighty glad I had brought him. My Figh t With a Burgular. (By Everett McBride, Pennsylvania.) It was about three weeks ago that tlitis incident happened. We had moved out of our house to get it repaired. I had been missing articles every evening. So one evening I thought I would catch the boys, as I" suspected the thie,'es to be. I armed myself with a short hickory stick that had a small piece of lead on the end, 1tnd bid myself behind a box. It g1ew very dark in the room, and I became worried and thought I would go. Just then I heard. a footstep in the room below. Then I thought. that I would have a great time with the boys, but I was greatly mistaken. I felt very timid at the moment. Some one came walking up the stairs and struck a match to see his way. Just as he did so, I started for him, but instead of my having fun it was his fun. He ordered


28. THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. rue to halt and throw tlp my hands. I thinking he was going to shoot, was afraid to move. An idea struck me. If he would shoo t and happen to miss, I would gi.ile a c1y of pain, as though in agony, and fall to the floor, for I knew I .was in gl'eat danger. Just then I moved. He fired at me, but missing, I did as I said, and fell to the fioot'. As he saw me falling-, he rushed upon me with a dagger. When he came in reach of me I raised myself and gave him a severe blow on the head, which made him drop bis dagger, and giving him another blow with my billy, he fell to the floor unconscious. Getting this advantage, I leaped to my feet and in place of three steps, I took one and did not stop until I was almost a quarter of a mile from the house. I do not think I will ever try to catch another burglar, for whe1;1 I think of it, I get nervous as though I were very cold. On the J\rkan'-'as River in a Storm. (By Carl Ware, Arkansas.) One hot day lagt June five of u s boys went across the river, in a small boat, to take a swim. 'l'here was a largi! sandbar sloping down to the l'iver. \\'e were in a small lagoo n joining the riYer. We were our s wim immensely when three more boys joined m1 in a heavy bon t 'fhey pttt their bo_at on the island between the river nnd lagoon. We had OUl'S on the bar. We were all playing in the water when it began to rain. 'fhen '\\ e put our clothes in the enrl of the boats to keep them dry. It kept l'aining harder nnd hnrde1-, till we hail to keep our heltd under to keep out c:us from gettrng stung. Then it began to lrnil and the winrl to blow. The wayes began to get high and we could not get out without get.ting bi"' bumps on us where the hail hit us. 'l'heu the wind began to biow harder than ever. \Ve tried to put on our clothes, but couldn't, for the hail and rain. \Ve dropped do\\'n behind the boat to keep the hnil off. Then the wind picked up the boat, and it strnck my shotllder. I became entangl ed in the chain on the bont, BOYI-IOODS OF and was carried with the boat to the middle of the river. I could hardly swim for the wind, hail and waves, and felt that I would be strangler!, but after a long swim I got to the bank. I jumped up to run aud catch up with the other boys, but the wind cut our feet out from ttnde1 us and we would slide along I the sand. 'fhe sand got in our eyes and we couldn't see, and the hail hurt us so couldn't run, and the wind was canying us straight toward the river. I saw a log and all of us flew for it and that is all that saved us. The water came up, up up till it got on tts. It was so cold that we all had a chill. FinRll.Y the hail slackened up and then. we lit out for some trees about a q11arter of a mile for shelter. "It had been a cloudburst. As we reached the trees it was about over. We lost nearly all of ottt clothes. There were only enough left for one, and he went and got us all clothes., We also lost our boat and came near losing ourselves. I was indeed glad to get back alive. My Experience in a Runaway. (By Paul Kyle, West Virginia. One day as I was playing on the street I saw a wagon come i along with empty barrels going to the flou1 mill; J thought it a good chance to get a ride, so I hopped on behind. I The cil'iver was sitting on the top of a barrel, and on the road to the mill we hnd to cross the C. and 0 !'ail road trnck. An engine was shifting some cars auout that time, and the horses hecnme frightened nnd ran away. 'l'he dl'iver was thrown off the f:irst thing, and in trying to get off, my foot got caught and I could not get it loose. My head wa s hanging down, I i hottght my time had come, but as the mill was not for aud the rond only went to the mill, the horses stopped and the men came out and got my foot loose and helpt:d me out. I was so dit'ty and black you could hardly tell if I was a white boy. That experience taught me a lesson about Jumping on wagons. 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. l-Buffa.lo Bill; No. 2-Kit Carson; No. 3-Ttxas Jack; No. 4Col. Daniel Boone,; Nos. 5 and 6-David Crockett; No. 7-General Sam Houston; Nos. a and 9-Lewis Wetzel; Nos. rn and H-Capt. John Smith; No. l2-Wild Bill; No. t3-Dr. Frank Powell, the Suigeon Scout; No 14Buckskin Sam; No. l5-Seneca Adams ("Old Grizzly" Adams). No. 1 6-VONY 808. (BOB IIAST,....ANI.:) ".l.."HE PONY EXPRESS RIDER. By A PARD OF THE PLAINS. chance came w11en his family moved out to Utah before the Short of stature, with a well-knit frame, quick in movement, and strong as a mountain lion, Robert Haslam wn11 cut out for the hard ia which he made fame as n Po.ny Express Rider. boy had entered upon his teens 1 1''rotn earliest boyhood he wM a ride r, and so fond was he of horses that he was perfectly content if he wa:5 allowed to have an old fnipily horse as his nurse, for he kept quiet all day v.hile holding the old animal out to feed. It was always felt by those who knew him best in boyhood th&t Bob would distinguish himself in some way, and the Bob was sent to the country school, a couple of miles dis-I tant from his home, and in a very -wild neighborhood, for semi-hostile l'edskins and a wild element of whites were often i given to mischief. I 'fhe boy h(l his pony, and rode to school ih pleas:mt weather, but when snow began to fly there was no p1ace to keep his horse, and he had to tramp it to and fro. One night in the absence of bis father and the rest of the I I I


I. THE BU ff ALO BILL STORIES. 29 family from home, for they had gone to attend to a distant funeral, Bob was left alone, he stoutly asse1'ting that he was not afraid, that he would milk the cow s feed -the chickens and take good care of the place. And Bob kept his word, as will be seen. That night he had two visitors, and though he did not like their looks he took them in for the night, prepared a good supper ancl then decided to watch them. He did not go to his little room to sleep, but to one off the sitting-room, and he sneaked his rifle and father's revolver in with him and got into bed with his clothes on and his weapons for company, greatly impressed with his importance. Bob knew that his fathe1 had several thousand dollars in gold coin in the house in his desk, where also was kept his mother's jewelry, and though the men might be honest trav elers they did not look i t as his young eyes read human nature. Bob intended to lay awake all night, only he just couldn't do it, and he was awakened from a sottnd sleep by a crash. He got up, opened a rear door and peeped into the sittingroqm through the window. He saw what the crash had been, for the men were there and had smashed open his father's desk. Back to his room ran Bob, got his l'ifle and throwing open the door of the sit.ting-room called out, in very decided tones: "Quit that right now, and git!" One of the men laughed, while the othel' sent a bullet whizzing by Bob's head. Bob returned the fire with a promptness and true aim that showed nerve. Down dropped the man as the other, who was still working at the desk, ran toward the boy, knife in hand, calling out: "I've got ter slit yer throat, young feller." Bob did not run, nor lose his grip, but again brought his rifle up to a level and called out; "Hands up, or I'll shoot!" The man made a spring, and Bob pulled trigger. Down went the fellow in a heap, rolling in agony, and yet, drawing a revolver he fired several times at the boy, but with uncertain aim, and the weapon fell from his hand. Bob still kept his nerve, got a pillow for the wounded man, and did all that he could to help him. "You have done for my pard, boy, and I've got my finish, too; but you did only your duty. "We knew the old man kept big money here, and we wanted it, and--Shake hands, my boy, for I'm going fast!" Bob feared a trick, and shook hands, but with his father's revolver ready. An hour after the man died, and it was a long, terrible vigil for the poor boy. Then be had a good cry, after which he put the two bodies side by side and covered them over with a sheet. But this looked too ghastly ana ghostly, and he covered them with a comfort, and sat down to read. Thus the night passed, and when morning came Bob fed the chickens, the horses, milked the cows and went in to get bis breakfast. But he did not go into the room where the 'two bodies lay. Yet he had kept his word, and taken good care of the house, and he was a happy boy when his peopl e returned and discovered how near to death he had been. 'fhat made Bob a young hero in the neighborhood, and at the country school h e was the idol of the children, bat. bore his honors m odestly. Another deadly encounter that Bob had as a mere boy went far. to show his wonderful nerve, anrl that he was the very kind of stuff out of which heroes are marle. Not far off the trail that the boy traveled from his house to the school there was a desertedhouse going to ruin, which had once been the dwelling place of a well-to-do settler. One night the settler and his family had all been murdered there, the house robbed and two of the robbers had been found dead with the inmates showing that a hard fight had been made, 'fhis gave the plnce a bad name, and it was called the "Haunted Cabin," und no one seemed to ha ye any call to go there. Returning home from rchool one afternoon late, Bob and n pard saw a terrible storm coming up, and he said: "Come, we'll go to the Haunted Cabin for shelter. "If you, who had had reaso n, aren't afraid of dead folks, ,Bob, I hain't," was Brick Dolan's 1eply, and the two started foi the cabin, the door was unlocked anrl they entered. Glancing from the window at the coming storm, Bob gave a cry, and said: "Look yonder, Brick! 'fhey are some of that tough band of Night Hawks, and they arc coming here." Brick saw four horsemen, coming at a gallop toward the cabin and said: "I know them-let's hide." Bob agreed, and they climbed to the loft ancl closed the trap just as the men entered, bringing their saddles, while storm came on with fury. The two boys were lying upon the floor, as silent as mice, their eyes at knotholes in the flooi'ing, and they beheld four of the worst men known in that part of the country. They were men suspected of horse-thieving, cattle-stealing and robbing cabins, in several cases having taken life, but they b elonged to a gang that it was dangerous to attack. "Pards, I hain't been in. this ranch since the night we wiped out ther Foster fambley, an' I'd not care ter stay all night, I ki'u tell yer that," said one. A fire was kindled, food taken from have1sacks, and while the storm raged the men ate and talked. What the boys heard was a plot to rob a house that night, and Bob whispered; "Brick, you see that shutter at the end of the roof?" "Yes, Bob." "Cree.P there, slip out and drop down on the ground, foi never mi11d a ducking now. "Get one of the horses of these men, and ride for it, telling the men at Borden's ranch to come here quick, and ready for a fight. "And you, Bob?" asked Brick, who was not anxious to make a hero of himself so suddenly. "I'll stay here, and as I've got my revolver, maybe I can hold them." "Maybe you better go, Bob." "If you will hold them I will." "I'll go, Bob," and Brick slipped to the window, the creak ing of the cabin under the h1u-d wind, and the pouring of the rain destroying any sound he made. Brick got out safely, and Bob wait.ed half an hour, an hour and no one came. The rain ceased, and at last as night was near at hand, the men started to go, when in a hoa1se voice Bob called-out:


30 THE BU ff J\LO Bill STORIESo "Hands up, quick, for we've got you all covered!" Three of the g ang obeyeJ, the fourth drew a revolver, and aiming through the large knothole Bob fired. The bullet pierced the man's heart, and the three men sung out: "Don't shoot, pards hands is up." "One move and I will kill you!" called out Bob in the same sepulchral tones Thus be held them for five minutes, refusing to answer their questions, and feeling, if help did not come soon be would have a lot of elephants on his h ands he would like to get rid of, for night was coming on, and the fire dying out, so dark ness would aid them. But help soon came, the door w a s thrown open and a crowd of men rushed in and the outlaws wer!! quick to try and break away and a hot fight followed. But the outlaws were shot down and Boband Brick were given full credit. for their carrying off and thus saving a ranchman from being robbed th!i t night, perhaps from being killed, while again it became "Hero Bob," for the bold part he played in the deadly game in the Haunted Cabin. With such scenes to try his nerve, a splendid rider, dead shot, and of wonderful endurance it was not to be wondered at that Robert Haslam was readily taken a s a rider when the Pony Express was put on the Overland Trail. He was then under the medium height, though eighteen years of age, and his reputation for nerve was known. Bob had shot for a prize at one of the frontier call]1ps against the crack marksmen of the country of .dead shots, and he had won without a miss, while in a riding contest he had won the generous purse offe red t o the victor. He had b een a wild-hors e hunter in the Southwes t, had fought Indians, and was jus t the youth to be a Pony Rider, where physical endurance, ntter fearlessness and presence of mind were required to a wonderful .degre e. So Robert Hasla m was put to work as Pony Express Rider, and the nickname bestowed upon him was "Pony Bob," by which he is s till known, and i t wa s give n to him by Buffalo Bill, who was at the same time a Pony Rider, and a remarkable one on the same ttail from Red Butte s on the Platte to Three Crossings on the Sweet Water, a distance of seventysix miles. It was a long trail and a hard one, to be made at full speed and wilh seven changes of hors es at the relay stations; but Pony Bob did not weaken, and soon made his name famous as a rider. Several times he took the turn of other riders, killed or wounded, and did double duty, and had a hot ride for life before he had been a week on the trail, being chased by a large band of Indians, allowing the chief, who was far bette1 mounted than his brav e s, to come up with him, and killing him in a duel with revolver against bow and arrow, though he received two wounds. Ca)ilturing the chief's fine horse, weapons and war bonnet, for hts own horse was killed with an arrow, Pony Bob threw his own saddle on the animal, and got a way as the leading braves dashed up, though again wounded. It was a very daring, neat and clever piece of work, and Pony Bob got full credit, and a medal form the Pony Express Company for saving the pouches with big odds against him. Several times Pony Bob was attacked by road-agents, with which the pony and stage trails were infested, and thoug h once seriously wounded, killed two men and clung to his saddle and kept on to the end of his run. Another time he was fired on from ambush, and yet held on, though finding that he was too badly hurt t o contint1e, he halted, tied the saddle pouches firmly to the saddle and sent his horse on, while he lay where he had fallen. It was within a few miles of the end of his run, and his pony coming in, with the saddle pouches, but the saddle and horse stained with blood, men mounted quickly and started out in search of the daring rider. He was fo1111d, taken to camp, and it was long weeks before be was again able to ride Pony Express; but the company paid his wages in full and gave.him what was known to the riders as the "Daredevil Medal," and which Pony Bob fully appreciated. On another occasion coming upon the Overland Stage Coach held up by a couple of outlaws upon the trail, the driver having been killed, Pony Bob shot one dead, rode over the other, knocking him senseless, and tying him, threw him into the coach with the frightened passengers, and mounting the box diove on to the end of the run. Anxious to get in on as near time as possible, he set the six-horse team flying, and kept the passenge1s in a fright until he drew rein at the end of his run. But he was warmly thanked by the passengers for his splendid rescue of them, and one of them, a man of wealth, after returning to San Francisco sent him a thousand dollars, ending his letter with: "I may risk the road-agents again, Pony Bob, upon the same trail, but never ride in a coach again with you on the box, when you are pressed for time." "Reckless Rob" was another name won by Robert Haslam, after an adventure he had with Indians one day. There had been a disease among the stage and express horses that carried off a number of them, and made it hard to find teams and good mounts, so, as he was returning one day from an extra run Pony Bob saw from a bill a herd of a couple of hundred horses being driven by a score of Indians. They had evidently been captured from the Pawnees, for Sioux braves were driving them, and were a good lot of animals Pony Bob was a fine mimic, and also a ventriloquist, while he could imitate the of a bugle perfectly and knew all the calls, and he made a bold bluff to capture that herd of horses. until they came into a canyon through which a tra il led up into the hills, Pony Bob first fired his revolver, killing the chief at long range, and who was leading the herd, the others, save two braves also ahead, bringing up the rear. Then Pony Bob called a loud command, and an answering one from another locality apparently, followed by a bugle call here, a bugle c all there, and it seemed as though the hills ahead were fttlll of soldiers. The two braves had started at the fall of their chief, and a second one was wounded by Pony Bob in his flight. '!'hat was enough for the Indians in the rear turned in a mad stampede, thinking no i;nore of the horses, and wild yells, shots, bugle calls all followed, though made by one man. '!'hen Pony Bob dashed down the canyon, set the horses going, skirted the foothills and drove them into Julesburg with a yell of triumph. Selec ting a couple of the best for himself he turned the rest over to the agent of the company, which, however, learning how boldly Pony Bob bad captured them, paid him liberally for the lot. Pony Bob was one of the Pony Riders who made the remarkable ride bearing the dispatches announcing Mr. Lincoln's second inauguration as President, and the time taken for the Pony Riders' run was incredibly short. After years spent in his exciting life, and with a fair fortune to live on, Pony Bob went to Chicago, where he now resides, few persons knowing the remarkiable career of the little man they meet in the daily walks of life. LETTER FROM A PRIZE WINNER. Messrs. Street & SmithDear Sirs: I have just received the skates and write to thank you for your kindness. I am greatly pleased with the skates. '!'hey are great. I think I am a mighty lucky fellow. Yours very truly, WM. B HosMER. / Brooklyn, N. Y. William Hosmer was the winner of one of the prizes in the contest that closed December 1, last.


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