Buffalo Bill in Zigzag Canyon, or, Fighting Red Hugh's band

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A \IVEEKLY PUBLICATlON oe-voTED TO BORDER HI 5TORY I ssued 1Veekly. By Subscription $2.)0 per year. Entered as Second ci .. ss Jlf,1(ter at New Y ork PJst Office by STREET & SMITH, 238 W11liam S t /\c Y. No. 43. Price. Five Cents. MAN WHO DOES N O T GI\.E llI E THIS PLE DG E > A q>WA'RD, AND so T BRl\ND RIMI" W A S B GFFAL O BJJ,J,'S DEFIANT TO THE MOB.


Weeily. By SNbsc,-iptwn t2so per yea,-. Entered as SecoNd Clil.fs Matter at 11.e N. Y. Post O.ffect, by STREET &; SMITH, 238 William SI., N. Y. Entered acctJ,-d i Hr to Act of Conrre ss in .tM ye/%,. It'J0:2, 1n tk4 Office off M Lihrrian of Coligress, >Vashingto n. JJ. C. No. 43. NEW YORK March 8, 1902. Price Five C e nts BUFFALO BILL IN ZlfiZA6 CANYON; OR, fighting Red Hugh's By the author of "BUFFALO BILL." CHAPTER I. ON SPECIAL DUTY. Buffalo Bill had been sent by the commandant of Fort VI orth to perform a special duty, and in a mining country a long distance away fro m the military post where he was chief of scouts. News had come from a well-to-do miner, of influ ence and a friend of Colonel Loomis, that a number of deserters from t he army were in the mines, and h ad added greater terrors to the camps and the would-be honest element, while bloods hed, gambli ng, robbing, drinking and man-killin g were the amusements of the tough elements. The letter went o n to say that there were several desperate leaders of the desperadoes. If they were killed or arrested, it would bring about a change in the disgraceful affairs at Miner's Mount ain, as the locality was known. .. .., Colonel Loomis held a consultation with his offi cers, and though all were willin g to go there if ordered they said to a mc:n: "Buffalo Bill is the man to go. If he cannot vvotk it is a hopele ss case So Buffalo Bill, chief of scouts at Fort Worth, was sent for, Miner Turner's Jetter was read to him, with tlie appeal of a few good men for h elp, and he was asked: "\!\ T ill you go, Cody?" "Certainly, sir, if you wish it." "I do; but it is to face th e deadliest kind of wo rk. "Yes, si r." "You have to handle these fellows w ithout gloves, yqu kn ow." "Yes, sir I think I know all that they are for I have been in mountain mining camps before." "I will let you pick a sergeant two corporals and sixteen men, and yon know w hat men you want."


2 THE BU ff J\LO BILL STORIESo "I know who to depend upon, colonel.., "If yo u need more, send a courier for them, and I'll send fifty men." "I can two of my scouts, sir?',' "Oh yes, all you wish; but I thought men m um form would have more weight in that crowd." ''I think so, sir, and two scouts will be enough." "You can rely upon Mi ner Turner, you know, for aid and he can tell you the good men and true who dre there." "Yes, sir." "I am sorry to learn that Turner's daughter, who was brought up in the mines, but who has beel1 at school in Chicago the pas t two years, has returned to live with her father, while she has a girl friend with her on a visit. They must be shocked at the wild life they see there." ''It is no place for a woman, sir, and I guess they'll get tired of it soon; but when shall I leave?" "\i\Then you please." "I will start within a week, sir," and as Buffalo Bill left the headquarters the colonel said to his adjutant: "He is the only man to send, for he can do the work. I might send a troop of cavalry and a dozen officers, but they could not meet that terribly desperate element as Buffalo Bill can. I really believe that the man bears a charmed life." It was just two weeks after his talk with Colonel Loomis that Buffalo Bill rode into a pleasant camping place under the shadow of Miner's Mountain, a picked body of men under his command, armed, equipped, and prepared to carry out his orders -to the bitter end. He waited until nighttall before he went to the large cabin of Miner Ttfrner, whom he knew, as he did his daughter, Lou, whom he had once rescued from kidnapers when she was but fourteen . The welcome the great scout received made him feel at home, while he was surprised to see that Lou Turner had grown to be a very lovely young lady, not in the least spo iled while her friend, Margaret Montgomery, was also a pretty girl, full of life, a fair Texan, who could ride, shoot and throw a lasso with 'deadly aim. From the valley home of Miner Turner, leaving his soldiers in camp, Buffalo Bill went to the Gold Brick saloon, just to get acquainted, he said. The Gold Brick was in full blast, and that meant that gai;nbling and drink ing held full sway. One man had just been killed as Buffalo Bill en tered, and a poor cripple was making for the door as fast as he could, to escape the desperado who had killed his partner and threatenedto mark him for life by cutting off his ears. "Oh, sir, don' t let him brand me, for I had to call him a coward when he killed my friend." Thus appealed to' by the cripple, Buffalo Bill said: "No one shall harm you-none but a coward would wish to do so." The words checked the hum of conversation and turned every eye upon Cody. They checked the advance of Red Hugh, the man who was in chase of the cripple. All were amazed;. .. Red Hugh particularly so. A stranger had dared to "chip in" against Red Hugh, knovvn as the Devil Desperado, for he always insisted upon meeting an enemy in a fair duel. He had his knife in his hand now, in order to carry out his threat to slit Cripple Jonah's ears. "Did I hear correctly, sir, that you called me a coward?" cried Red Hugh, a man who had a huge red birthmark upon his otherwise good-looking face. "If you were the one who thre<;ttened this poor cripple, you are a coward and worse," was Buffalo Bill's response. "He's the one; Red Hugh they call him, because the Lord has put his red hand upon him. But he's a devil, so look out!" said Cripple Jonah. "You are a stranger here, I believe?" asked Red Hugh, amid a deathlike silence. "Oh, no, I feel at home anywhere." That's Buffalo Bill, the scout, Pard Hugh-look out, for he's a deadly hand," called out a voice. "Are you the scout, Buffalo Bill?" "I answer to that name." "Then you have made a mistake to come here." "Why so?" "Because you will find your grave here." "If you are the .. one who intends to dig it, set to work." 'You called me a coward." "vVhich you are." "Well, you shall apologize or fight." "f shall not for telling the truth." "Then you shall fight." "Who, when and where?" JVIe, now and here." "All right." I


THE BU ff ALO BIL L STORIES. 3 Just then a form stepped forward and said calmly: "This looks like pressing matters a little too far, gentlemen, and I will ask to take my friend's place at this meeting, as I know Reel Hugh has a grudge against me he would like to square." The speaker was Hugh Turner, the miner. Ail knew him, and his record was a good one for pluck. He had ever been most generous to his fellows, giving a helping hand to every man who needed aid, had never held himself as better than others, while, when put to the test, had shown himself fully capable of taking care of himself. After an absence from the mines for some time, and returning with the name of being very rich, he had, so to speak, put on no airs, but had been the same noble-hearted man as before. When Red Hugh had asked for the hand of Lou, Hugh Turner had turned livid and made the response: "I would rather kill my child with my own hand than see her wedded to such as you, and if ever you dare to insult her again, it will be your life or mine, Red Hugh!" Since that day the two had never spoken, and that was what Hugh Turner alluded to, when he said that the desperado had a grudge against him he would like to settle Why Red tI ugh had never resented the words of the miner was one. of the mysteries no one c-onld fathom. The miner had followed Buffalo Bill up to the saloon, and had taken a position where he was not noticeable, so had seen and heard all that had passed. Now he came up to the scout and boldly asked to take his place in the due l with Reel Hugh. All were surprised, for the miner was one to avoid a personal difficulty as far as lay honorably in his power to do so. "You here, Mr. Turner?" exclaimed Buffalo Bill, . m surpnse. "Yes, and I ask to take your place against that n1an." "That I cannot think of." "V./ ell,. if you do not kill him, he has to face me, and I'll avenge you. Permit me to be your second?" "Certainly, and thank you.'-' Red Hugh, coming forward, said: "Did I understand, Turner, that you wish to take this man's place in this duel?" "So I said." "Well, I am content to let yo u come first, if he is." All noticed the signifi.cance with which the des-perado pronounced the word "first!" "But I am not, and as I come first, there w ill be no need of Miner Turner making u seless plans to meet you." The cool rejoinder of the scout created an impres sion upon all, for it showed that he spoke with signifi cance also. "Ah, you think so, do you, Buffalo Bill?" smiled the desperado, and turning to "Dick Dashiel, he continued: "Let me ask you, pard, if I may request two more friends to act with you?" "Certainly, whom do yon name?" returned Dick Dashiel, indifferently. "Broncho Charlie and Silver Sam." "Of the Owls gang?" said Hugh Turner aloud, while Dick Dashiel remarked in an emphatic tone: "Good men, both of them. "Come, parcls, and we will arrange for another fatal meeting.'' As the two men stepped out of the crowd an

THE BUFF !\LO BBLL STORIES. when she met you, she would lay her whip acros3 your face for the insult." "An insult to ask her to be my wi,fe ?" "For such a creature as you are, yes." "I will attend to you upon getting through with this man," and turning to his companion, he asked: ''Is all ready for the duel, Dick?" "Yes, it is to take place to-night, and here.;' CHAPTER IL TREACHERY PUNISHED. Gambling and drinking were forgotten in the more intense excitement of the duels, and the miners stood gazing at Buffalo Bill with an admiring awe for the man that was so utterly de void of f ear. Reel Hugh stepped to one s ide and held a minute's whispered conversation with Dick Dashiel. The latter was seen to shake hi s h ead, as though opposing his friend 's intentions Then Red Hugh was heard to say: "You know you are my heir, Dick-all I have going to you if I fall, only don't flatter yourself that you will get it soon, for I have not the remotest idea of dying; I feel in a mood to kill to-ni ght." "Come, Dick Dashiel, let us toss up for the word," said Turner. "vV.ith pleasure," and the devil desperado stepped forward, took a gold coin from his pocket, and called out: "Hea,ds, or tails, Turner?" "Heads." Up went the coin, and fell. A chorus of voices called out: "Tails!" "You have won the word, Dashiel." "Yes." Two of the others then stepped forward, an d the principals were escorted to their places, Buffalo Bill walking slowly and hi s face showing signs of pale ness, while he muttered to Dick Das hiel: "Let us get through with this at once." Dick Dashiel looked surprised, but made no reply, and the moment after called out in the professional tones of one who knew his business well and had been in such scenes himself: 'Are the gentlemen ready?" "Ready!" answered the seco nds nearest to the t w o adversaries. "Right about, wheel I "Forward! "March!" The commands rung out like those of an army officer on parade, and both men promptly obeyed. "One, two!" and the steps were counted off until suddenly rang out the sharp report of Red Hugh's revolver, who had fired before the word, and gained a couple of seconds before his adversary's weapon was discharged. But Red Hugh had been too eager to commit h'i's act of treachery to kill Buffalo Bill ere he could fire. His aim was unsteady and his bullet appeared to have missed its mai k. A savage ct'y followed Buf falo Bill's shot, whicli shattered the hand that grasped t he revolver, the weapon droppig to the floor from the sh,ock. But Red Hugh showed his claim to pluck and nerve for in a second he had drawn his other revol:. ver, and threw it forward and pulled the trigger. All had seen Buffalo Bill lower his weapon from Reel Hugh's head to }\is hand, when he shattered it, and then he had hesitated as though hoping that that would end the affair for he could have fired a couple of shots before Hugh got hold of his other revolver. The scout even took chances of a shot, for he pulled trigger only when his foe did. Down in a heap went the desperado. Going quickly to hi s side, Dick Dashiel called out: "Dead !" It was a yell of admiration that now broke forth from the crowd. Buffalo Bill said in a low tone: "Now, Mr. Turner, let us go, for that first shot hit me ia the side, and I am faint from loss of blood." "And you have not spoken of this before-here, Bostwick, you are a phy si cian, so see to my friend cried the miner. Bos twick, who was both a miner and the physi cian at Mountain City, came hastily forward-a tall, handsome fellow-and at opce ordered a glass of liquor for the scout. Then he threw open bis clothing and saw a wound over the heart at the left side. "Ah! well intended, but the bullet glanced on the rib, sir," he said, as he ran his probe into the wound. "And here i s the bullet-lodged here-1 will cut it out," and Bostwick did so, the scout not flinching under the pain. "It was a close call, but it is not dangerous, thoug


\THE BUF FALO BILL STORIES 5 you have lost considerable bloo d, but I will dress the wound and in a short while you will be alr right again. "Thank you, sir," said Buffalo Bill who was weak from the pain and loss of blood. "I hope you are not seriously wounded, Mr. Cody?" said Dick Dashiel coming forward. "Thank you, the doctor says not, though I have bled so that I am weak." "Yon were wounded by Hugh's first shot, I am t old?" Yes, sir." "You hacl nerv e to face Red Hugh after that; but what became of his second shot?" "It pa s sed by my head and struc k the wall." "You shot to shatter his hand, I judge?" "Yes I seek to kill no man if it can b e avoided." ''He deserved no mercy after his treachery in fir ing before the word; I should have shot him down for that,'' said Miner Turner. "Yes, I expected you would do s o for it was treachery; he told me he intended to do so, and I warned him against it,' said Dick Dashiel." "How long, Bostwick, before you can have your patient ell again?" "In a week or ten days," answered the doctor. "All right; I will wait the latter. time." "What for, Dick Dashiel ?" suddenly asked Hugh Turner. \:Vhy, of course, I must not Jos e my laurels as the Desperado Duelist, and having killed my friend Buf falo Bill will certainly give me a game, to see if he can hold trumps the second time." "Do you mean that you intend to force a quarrel upon Buffalo Bill?" sternly asked Miner Turner. "My dear Turner, there i s to be no quarrel, simpl y a meeting, for he has killed m y pard, Hugh, an I claim the right to avenge him and to have a chance to h old my laurel s as the g a mhler dueli s t o r l os e them with my life. " Surely Mr. Cod y will not r efus e me the fa vor." Buffalo Bill s miled grimly and replied: "I did not e x pect to have a killing picnic when I came h ere, but the du e list fever has broken out, and as you seem to be suffering with the disea se, I will oblige yiou, ye s ; now, if y ou so de s ire. ' ''No, no, I would consider i t murder to kill you when you are suffering from your wound. "In ten day s we will settle it;" and Dick Dashiel walked away, and lighting a cigar at the bar, had several men take up the body of Reel Hugh and bear it to his cabin to prepare it for buri al. Refusing aid offered by a number to carry him to his camp Buffalo Bill left the saloon, followed by the cheers of the crowd. One miner had his horse there and insisted that Bill should ride him, sendin g him back in the morn ing, and Dr. Bostwick sugges ted tha t i t would be best that he should do so. As he really felt quite weak the scout consented, and, mounting, rode along the trail, Miner Turne r walking by bis s ide. "You must be my guest to-night, Bill, for I have a spare cot for you in my room, and the girls would never for g i v e if you did not stop. Thus urged b y the miner Buffalo Bill consented, and when they entered the cabin they found both Margaret and Lou up to receive them. A miner h a d passed just an hour before and told them just what had occurred at the Gold Brick and the way he praised Buffalo Bill would have cau s ed him to blu s h like a schoolgirl if he had heard him. "Well, I have been getting into trouble again, and at one time I felt very like calling on you ladies to help me out,'' said the scout, as he sunk into a ch a ir. A late supper had been prepared for the miner and the scout, for they expected the latter might stop by and the two really enjoyed it, though it could be seen that Bill was weak and suffering. He soon retired, while Miner Turner made known to the young ladies the wh o le story of the affair. \IVhat a strange man the scout is! s aid Margaret. "He is a s gentle as a woman, big hearted, generous and s hun s trouble; but he i s as deadly as death itseH when for ced to d e f e nd his life a nd di scharge his du ty." "Yes, he is a strange combination of the lion and th e lamb,' remarked Lou. "He h as made a record h ere that "' ill not soon be forgotten. ''Then if h e ca n kill that desperado duelist Dick Das hiel, h e ill ha, e put clown the element of discord, deat.h and de v iltry we have here." "But can he get rid of the desperado duelist father, for you know the reputation he has? "Yes, Lou. and you know t he name that reptile, Reel Hugh, had, and y ou s hould have seen Bill shat-


6 THE BUFF J\LO B l LL STORIES. ter his hand and then send a shot between his eyesI tell you, nothing disturbs the scout's serenity." "But Dick Dashiel has 'the same reputation for coolness and deadly aim, and you know about the pitcher that went once too often to the well, father." "True, and my opinion is that Dick Dashiel will be the pitcher, Lou." CHAPTER III. AN OU1'LA w's REMEMBRANCt. Buffalo Bill awoke in the morning with a sickening remembrance of the scenes of the night before and the act which had been forced upon him. He felt well, save for the stiffness and soreness of the wound and the gash cut to extract the bullet. Dr. Bostwick was on hand to dress his wounds, and told him that they were doing well, he had no fever, and that in a few days he would be himself again. The also called to see how he was, having heard the whole story, and said how delighted i1e would have been if he only could have gone up with his men and opened fire on the whole outfit. "I might have killed some men, sir, but it would have been upon the principle of being caught in bad company, while their loss would have been slight in comparison with the good done in thinning out the desperadoes." "We cannot do the work by wholesale, sergeant," said Bill, with a smile. "No, sir, I suppose not, but you are retailing them off in fine shape, if some stray bullet don't hit you." "But I must take the chances, you know." "It seems that more chances fall to your lot than there should be, sir." "Keep your eyes open, then, and see that no one is allowed to come into camp." "I will, sir j but I hear that you are to fight the great gambler, whom they call the desperado duel ist." "Yes, I am booked for it, I believe." "He is a very desperate man, sir." "So I have reason to believe." "Can't I a1:rest him as a fugitive from justice slf, and so end it!" "Don't you know me better than that, sergeant?" reproachfully said Buffalo Bill. "I was only thinking that you had done your share, sir, and the fact of your other duel would prove that you were not afraid." "Nor am I afraid of m

THE BUFF f\LO BILL STORIESo wanderer, I was picked up by the Vigilantes as a horse thief. "You saved my neck, sir and then I turned to mm mg. I did well, but got an idea I could make money faster by gambling, so I lost it all in a night: "Then I became discou 'raged, and the evil in me got the better hand, so I joined the Owls." "Ah! you are o n e of that desperado gang, are you?" "Yes, sir. "There are but seven of u s left now, and it i s of them I am going to tell you, for, as I have said, I have not forgotten you, Mr. Cody." "Well?" "The Qwls met last night, and doomed you to death." "A threatened man 1ives long, pard." "Yes, sir; but they have p lann ed to kill you, and I know the plan." Buffalo Bill looked the self-confessed outlaw squarely in the face. "You know the plot to kill me?" he repeated, as the man did not flinch under his gaze "Yes, sir, and that is what I am going to tell you." "Forewarned is being forearmed, "That is it; and I wish to pay off the debt of life I owe you. " I appreciate it, and can help you in return." "I do not wish that, sir) for I am twice a debtor to you now." "Well, if yo u could, for services rendered me, a pardon for desertion, r .nd be allowed to se rv e out your time on the army, it would put you, on the high road to start on an honest life once more." "It woqld, sir, and happy would I be if I co1,1ld do so." "That rests with you, for I am sure yo u can get a pardon, and be allowed to serve out your time." "I hope so, sir, for when I left as I did I had not drawn my pay for four years, preferring to get it all at the time that I left, so it would be quite a nest egg for me." "It would, indeed; but now about this plot to kill me?" "You will be riding down to the Min.er's Delight mine of Mr. Turner?. "Yes." ,. "You will go through what they call the Zigzag Canon, on account of its devious course?" "Yes." "Well, sir, a man is to be kept on the watch for you, and when you go he will notify the Owls, and they will hasten to the center of the canon and go into ambush." "Yes, it is a fine place for that kind of work.''. "They will lasso you, drag you fi:om y:our horse and then hang you; that's the plan. "Of course, I am to be along, for not a soul sus pects me: but, warning you as I do, I can now keep you out of the trap, for you won't go." Buffalo Bill was silent for a moment, and a strange expression crept over his face, as he was lost in thought. At last he spoke, and said : "Pard, I will consider that you wish to be honest, and so look upon you. Do any of your comrades wear a hat like yours?" "No, sir; only one like this came out to the store in the lot, and I bought it," and the man took off his hat, which was of red felt. "All right; you stick to that hat when you go to ambush me in the canon, and I won't forget it. "Let me also tell you that I wil! go to the Miner's Delight mine the day after to-morrow, in the afternoon, and-your shaclmver of me can so report to the Owls." "You certainly will not go, now that I have warned you! "I certainly will; but I won't forget that you wear a red sombrero, or one that was reel before it became so soiled." "They will kill you, sir, for I can do nothing; if I pleaded for you they would quickly consider me a traitor, and make short work of me." "I'll take all chances on the killing, and, what is niore, I will not expect you to say a wo r d on my be half, nor will I do or say anything to betray yon for your kindness to me. "If I remember, your nam e is Jessop?" "Yes, sir; Jim Jessop." "All right, Jessop; stick to your good resolution, and I will not desert you. "Now, don't forget that I go to the mine, passing through Zigzag Canon, day after to-morrow, in the afternoon." "Yes, sir," and the man looked a trifle bewilde red,


THE BUfFf\LO BILL STORIES .. but, after a few more words, Buffalo Bill went on to the miner's cabin. Miner Turner had a dozen claims, nearly all of which were paying well, and he had asked Buffalo Bill to look after one for him each day while he was there, noting the returns, as he had not the time to go the rounds of all, and he was preparing to sell his interests in the valley, arid wished to know just what the. production of each one was. This mine was apart from the others, and half-a dozen miles away. No other was near it, and the dozen miners who worked it camped near it, and, excepting them and the owner, no one else ever went through Zigzag Canon. There was plenty of game beyond the canon, and Miner Turner felt Buffalo Bill would also en joy a hunt while doing him a service Zigzag Canon was a crevice in the rocks, balf-a mile in length, very narrow, and with huge slabs, squares and pieces of rocks, fallen from the cliff, strewing the way on either side. It was near the center of the canon that James Jessop had told the scout was the place selected for ambuscade, and certainl y a good pface it was for just such work. In spite of the warning given him, Buffalo Bill did not seem to fear danger, for upon the second da)'., as he had said, after dinner he mounted his horse and rode in the direction of Miner's Delight Mine. He rode through Zigzag Canon very slowly, took in all the good situations for an ambush, and then continued on to the mine. His wounds were s till so re but rapidly healin g, and he felt even then ready for a death struggle, should it come to that, thoug h, of course, he vvas weak from the loss of blood on the night of his duel. After an hour spent talking with the at the Miner's Delight Mine, he mounted his and calmly rode away, entering Zigzag Canon apparently with out fear. CHAPTER IV. SURPRISED! Buffalo Bill rode leisurely along through Zigzag Canon, the expression on his face a study for any one who had been there to behold it. He scanned the rocks ahead, though he did not ap-pear to be watchful, an

THE BUFF t\LO B ILL STORIES. 9 "Yer 'takes it cool, but that won't save yer." "\Vha't: will?" "N othin' "Do you intend to kill me?" "Yer bets \Ye does, for ef we didn't our lives v\ouldn't be worth nothin'." "\Vhen am I to die?" fer we has all the arrangements made. Does yer see that tree?" The thug pointed to a lightning-riven pine, growing among, the rocks, wh i ch leaned half-over the canon. Hanging oYer the limb of it was a lasso, a small noose in one end, the other held by one of the outlaws. "Yes, I see it." "VVell, thar you has got to hang." "All right; start the game, so I can play my hand." The men looked at the scout in surprise, and then at each other. He \\"as as cool as an icicle, and had shown not an atom of fear at the fate h e was threatened with; though they meant to hang him, he had not the slightest doubt. "Say, pards, I guess that we'd better let up after all, now that we've given him a scare," said Jim Jes sop, anxiously. "Let up nothin' He dies!" "Put that noose over his neck-oh, God!" The cry of the ringleader was choked by the death rattle, as a bullet pierced his heart, for a shot rang ont, with many an echo in the caiion, and around the bend in each direction dashed a party of men. One was led by Carrolton, a scout, and consisted of four miners from Miner's Delight mine, while the others, coming from the direction of Mountain Mines, were half-a-dozen troopers under the lead of Sergeant Dale. The outlaws surprised beyond expression, but, seeing their lea.der fall, and expecting no mercy, they seized their revolvers and opened fire "Fall where you are, close to me!" The order was given by the scout, and in a low tone, but it reached the ears of the one to whom it was addressed, Jam es Jessop. Quickly he obeyed, and his comrades, seeing him fall, supposed he was killed. Quickly they sprang to the shelter of the rocks, and opened a hot fire on the troopers in one direc tion, and the miners led by Carrolton on the other. There was no avenue of escape for them, and they firmly stood their ground to fight to the encl, for the felt that they might expect the hangman's noose if they escaped the bullet. The troopers and miners labored under the dis advantage of not daring to the fire for fear of killing their chief and the man in the reel sombrero, for Bill had warned them that he was not to be hnrt under any circumstances Quietly had the scout arranged the t r ap, sending Carrolton to the Miner's Delight mine early in the morning, to reconnoiter the Zigzag Canon. vVhen Carrolton got there he found that he had a party of miners ready to aid him in entrapping the o utl aws. The sergeant and hi s men \Yere told to come into the Zigzag Canon at such a time, and prompt had they been in obeying .. Rushing upon the outlaws, Carrolton and his men, with the sergeant and his troopers, had a short, sharp hand-to-hand fight of it. "Spare those who cry for mercy!" cried Buffalo Bill, though he repeated the command several times, in the fierce onslaught he was unheard. Two of the troopers had been shot down, wounded, a couple of miners had been killed, and and the sergeant had each received a slight wound, so that blood was up to the fighting heat, and the com bat ended only when the last of the outlaws had been slain "Wiped out!" said Buffalo Bill. "I had to fire, chief, when I saw that fellow drop the noose around your neck; but it saved expense to shoot them," said Carrolton, the scout, wiping the blood from a wound in hi s chest, while the sergeant came up, nursing a wound in his arm, and reported: "Two of Scout Carrolton's party killed, s ir, and two of my men wounded, but not seriously, I hope, with scratches for the scout and myself." / "And the band wiped out !-you have all done well, sergeant. "Now, free me of my bonds," said Buffalo Bill. Bound with the laria ts, Buffalo Bill had stood calmly watching the conflict, his eagle eyes taking in each phase of the situation. He had noted the reckless dash of Scout Carrolton and his miners, and, though regretting that


10 THE BUFF f\LO BILL STORIES. there had been two valuable live s lost, and several men w o unded for the outlaw s at bay had fought desperately, he could not but feel that a very bad lot of desperados had been wiped out. It was worth 1 the sacrifice, for the Owl s had been the dread of all honest men in the camp, and it was said that the most lawless deeds were traceable to them. A secret band originally, they had gained such power through the fear they inspired, that they made no great effort to conceal who they were, and even the Vigilantes dared not attack them as a band. When freed of his bonds, Bill said : 'Tie man at my feet, for he is not dead, but lay down at my orders. "He is to be kept a prisoner in camp until we leave the valley. "Sergeant, Jet one of the miners here have one of your horses to ride after Dr. Bostwick, and have him at our camp by foe time we get there. Providence seems to protect you," cried Hugh Turner, grasping Bill's hand. "Oh, I was all right, sir, for I had it anranged so that there was little danger." "And you were captured by the Owls?" "Yes, they shot my horse and lassoed me, for I made no resistance, so, doctor, you will not have to , an ugly. then, with the scout, sergeant, Carrolton and the looking fles h wound, ye t not dangerous wounded soldiers, he mounted and rode on to the Carrolton's wound in the face was soon stitched camp, s ev e ral of the troopers and miners remaining up, and the doctor said it would not l e ave much of a with the dead bodies of the outlaws s car. The sergeant had a bullet through the fleshy Jus t as they reached the camp, Dr. Bos twick rode part of the arm, but the bone was not hurt. up with the miner who had gone after him, and ".-\Jl Mountain City i s going out to the canon, so I M iner Turner, who had been told of the fig h t in Zig-\Yill go, too, and giYe my version of the affair, while zag Canon. y ou go up to the cabin, Bill and show the girls that dear pard, again you have escaped-a special y ou are not wounded. You need rest, too," said Mr


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 11 Turner, and, mounting his 'horse, he rode off with the corporal and a couple oj soldiers, who were going to the canon after their comrades left there, while the scout we;1t on up -to the cabin, and in his modest way related the story of the affair to Margaret and Lou. CHAPTER V. 'rHE DESPERADO DUBLLIST. There was a large crowd of miners v v ho visited the Zigzag Canon that afternoon, and many breathed more freely when they heard that the Owls had been wiped o ut, all save one. There were many questio_ns as to, who that was, and dark threats were made about taking him out and hanging him, so that not one of the gang would be left. Miner Tnrner had told the story over and over again, as he knew it, and his word went a long way with some. 111en, too, the miners who had come up from Miner's Delight, and were participants in the fight, told how Buffalo Bill had been on the point of being hung when they came up. In some way, it was said, the scout had overheard the plot to entrap him, and had plotted to surprise the plotters. The verdict of the miners was that the outlaws be buried right where they fell, in Zigzag Canon, and the two men from the mine who had fallen in the battle should be borne to Mountain City an,d buried with honor on the day following, which w;:,s the Sabbath day, when most all knocked off work, and took it as a day of rest and recreation. Several had made remarks in the crowd about Buf falo Bill's coming there to leave a red trail behind him, and that he should be halted, as he had gone far enough, but the response that they with quickly silenced the lawless ones. They began to, feel that outlawry was getting a black eye in the mountain camps. Those inclined to make ugly remarks were further silenced by the shout that rose to go to the soldiers' camp and h ang the one who was left of the outlaw band The soldiers had returned to their camp, and Miner Turner had gone \ack to his home, and was seated upon the piazza with Margaret, Lou and Buffalo Bill, when a horseman was seen approaching at a nm. He was splendidly mounted upon fl jet-black horse, his bridle and saddle were silver-mounted, and he rode superbly. A man of fine form and handsome face, he was one to command admiration, especially as he was dressed in a stylish ridingsuit, military boots, with spurs, a Mexican, gold-embroidered sombrero, white silk shirt, with a black scarf, knotted under the broad collar, and wore a ring and breastpin worth a small fortune. "What a splendid-looking man," cried Margaret. as he came along the trail. "And how well he rides." "It is Dick Dashiel, the desperado duelist and gambler," said Lou. "\iVhat that man a desperado, l\tlr. Turner?" "Yes, Miss Margaret, he is so called, and yet he is no common one, for he is a gentleman in appearance, and man of education, with refined tastes, yet a professional gambler. "He holds himself aloof from those who are desperadoes in the common acceptance of the term, yet he has killed more men than any man in the mines, and he is brave and chivalrous beyond a doubt, but as dangerous as death-see, he is coming here." As the miner spoke, Dick Dashiel wheeled out of the valley trail and came on up to the cabin, but at a slower pace. 1 Reining his l10rse to a halt, he bent low aiid gracefully in a salute to Margaret and Lou, while he said, courteously: "I have not before had the opportunity, Miss Turner, to welcome you back, though long ago we were friends." "Thank you, Dick Dasl1iel," said Lou, in her old way of speaking. "It is a pleasure to get back I assure you. Let me present you to my friend, Miss Montgomery." He sat on his horse, with head uncovered still, and, bowing low, said: "It is a pleasure to meet any friend of the Mascot of Miner'5 Mountain, Miss Montgomery, especially for one, who, like myself, is an outcast and wears the indelible of a desperado. "Miner Turner, I cong!1"atulate you upon having your daughter and her friend with you, and, Mr. Cody, I sincerely hope you are rapidly improving,


12 THE B U ff A LO BILL STORlr: S while I may offer you my congratulations also on your e s cape a few hours ago." "Thank you, sir; had I not been prepared, it would have gone hard with me," politely replied Buffalo Bill while both Margaret and Lou regarded man with sad surprise that he, fitted by nature to adorn any society, and command admiration and respect, should be what he was. From the same motive vvhich had prompted Lou Turner to present him to Margare t Montgomery, Miner Turner now said: "Will you not dismount, Dashiel, and join us, for supper will be ready afte r a while and you know my l a tch s tring: hangs outs ide for my friends." "For your friend s ye s Mr. Turner," was the bitter reply. "But I have not the honor of such ;:t claim though you and the Mascot were wont to be ever kind to me in the lo n g ago. "I am wl1at I am, and, though wicked now, I was not always so, and I k1frw full well when I first saw you that you came not here to hide from justice, that you were not one of the outcas t kind and so I never pressed my company upon you, did I force myself upon you to welcome Mi s s Lou back again, though God knows I am glad of the sunshine of her presence here, for we are all better for it. I am not here to seek hospitality, but to warn Mr. Cody that the miners are sq pleased with hi s work of extermination that they are all anxious to do more, so are coming to take his prisoner away from him, and hang him !" "Ha! is this so?" cried Mine r Turner. "It is, sir, and for it to be done would detract from the honor Cody has won here, and be a blow at the government to take its prisoners from United States troops, so I come to give you warning and offer my services in aiding Mr. Cody to stand the mob off." The tidings brought by the de sperado dueli s t were startling in the extreme. To have his prisoners taken from him and lynched would dim the honor of his victory over and b ring the army into contact with the miners It would never do, Buffalo Bill fully understood, ,and from his inmost heart he thanked the miner for u foe warning given him. Of course, to r e sis t with the mob at fever heat, would bring on a conflict, a few soldiers a gains! hundreds of desperate men. But Buffalo Bill would resist, and he said: "See here, Pard Dashiel, you have done a very friendly act toward me, ahd I assure you I appreciate it. "And, more, I will accept your kind offer of aiding me, for well I know your influence here." "I am at your service, and you have about twenty minutes to prepare, I s f10uld say, for the crowd is afoot, you know." "Then we yvill go at once." 'And I with you, said1Hugh Turner. "Father!" Yes, Lou?" "There are twenty soldiers, 'I believe, two scouts, Buffalo Bill, who, with yours elf and Dick Dashiel, make twenty-fiYe." "Yes, yes." "There are hundreds of miners, and they will not readily be in timidated, and that means bloodshed and the lives of many." "Yes, for the prisoner mus t be protected." "Bring that prisoner here, beneath yonr roof, and leave the defense to me." "To you, child?" Yes, to Margaret and mys elf." "Lou, are you mad?" "No, Miner Turner, she is right; for the Mascot can save him and without bloodshed, whereas we might be overwhelmed, as you well know--,.yes, let the young ladies face these inftu-iated men, anxious to wipe out the lawless element, now that Buffalo Bill has set the example, and, in fact, they may wish to include me, for you know I am called a des perado," and the gambler spoke bitterly. I bel i eve 1\fr. Das hiel is right, sir, in leaving the mob to Mi s s Lou, s aid Buffalo Bill. "She can contro l them, I am sure," Margaret said, and Bill remarked: "\!\That do you say, Mr. Turner?" "I belie v e you are right. V / e will bring the pri soner here, anti the three m e n at onc e started to the camp after the prisoner. It was not long before they returned, with Jessop in irons, and accompanied by two soldiers as guards. They were taken at once into Miner Turner's


l'HE BUFFJ\LO BILL STORIES. 13 room, and, as the door closed, the head of the crowd came in sight and started for the soldiers' camp The sergeant met them, and in answer to the demand for the prisoner told them that he had been taken away: He did not mind a search of the camp, and told them that their commander, Buffalo Bill, could be found in the cabin of Miner Turner, up.on the hill. All the crowd had now come, and to the cabin they went, the more enraged because they saw that a plan had been formed to preve .nt them getting pos session of the prisoner. Seated upon the piazza were the miner, his daughter and Margaret, Buffalo Bill and Dick Dashiel. Up came the crowd, and the spokesman .at once called out: "Miner Turner, where is our prisoner?" ''.What prisoner, Scott?" asked the miner, quietly. "The last of the band of wiped-out Owls." "He is Buffalo Bill's prisoner." "Well, he began the good work of purifying Mountain City, and we intend to keep it up, so where is he?" "What is your wish with him?" "To hang him." "My friends, he is a government prisoner, and in my keeping," said Buffalo Bill. "Well, we know all that; but we intend to hang any lawless man we can get hold of this night in the valley, and there sits one who ought to go, yes, and must," and he pointed to Dick Da::ihiel, whose smile never changed as he sat quietly twirling the ends of his moustache. 'Well, pards, as I am the keeper of the prisoner, I must ask you to let me deal with him." "No, Buffalo Bill, he hangs this night. "We don't want trouble with you or Miner Turner, but take him we will," and a wild shortt greeted the determined words of the leader. "Do you wish trouble with me, Scott?" and Lou Turner stepped in front of the man. "No, Miss Lou, for you hain't in this powwow." "You are mistaken, for I atn in it, as you will very soon find if you attempt to force your way into my house and take men from beneath this roof. "For shame, for how can I say to my friend here that you are men of honor, in spite of your: rough ways and wild life? "She came here with me in perfect trust in you, on my word that you were true as steel to your friends, and now you wish to drag a .prisoner out from beneath this roof and hang him! "\i\Thy did you not find them out before, yes, and hunt them down, and not wait until brave Buffalo Bill has done it? but now when the prisoner is in irons and harmless, you seek to tear him from him, becau se you have the numbers, the brute strength to do it? "Is this what I must expect from you, Scott-you and your mad followers?" She had spoken fearlessly and spiritedly, and now, as she ceased speaking, the effect of her words was observed at once, for a deep roar went up: "No no it shall not be done, Mascot Lou !" Scott saw that he had lost, so made the best of it by saying: "We yield to you, Miss Lou, for you wins the game; but there sits one who is not a prisoner, whom all fear, and he shall hang for it this night," and he pointed directly at Dick Dashiel, the desperado duel i s t. CHAPTER VI. BUFFALO BILL CHIP$ IN. Backed by an enormous crowd, bent on purifying the camps of their bad characters, Scott had grown very bold. He was not one who would have dared confront Dick Dashiel on other occasions, but now he felt that he had might and right on his side. He remembered how the gambler duelist had won a lkrge sum of money from him once, and had killed his best friend, who had accused him of cheating. Now was his time to square the two debts. The prisoner, in the hands of a government of ficer, would be safe, but Dick Dashiel was at large, boldly seated before them, when all others in the camps, whose lives were crowded with crime, were in hiding until the cyclone of vengeance should blow over. They, the honest men, had risen in their might, and the tares must be sifted from the wheat, the dirt divided from the gold. Many liked Dick Dashiel, but all feared him. What good qualities he possessed were out weighed by the evil deeds he was known to be guilty of.


i 4 THE BUFF J\LO BILL STORIES. Such was the argument of Leader Scott, and his opinion was joined in with by many. "Of course, Lou would not 10ttempt to protect him from them. "\Nhat is your wish with me, gentlemen?" asked Dick Dashiel ih the coolest of tones. He never changed a muscle, never rose from his seat. "To hang you!" "That is flatflooted, at least, Scott. "I never suspected you of drinking before, but certainly you have been imbibing to get the Dutch courage you possess to-night." "You'll feel what l'v,e been doing, Dick Dashiel, when I put the rope around your neck to-night." Dick Dashiel felt his neck in the most indifferent manner possible, and said: "I do not wish to make a scene in the presence of ladies, so fall back with your gang, and I'll come up to Mountain City and let you hang me, but there will be some of you, now in good health, who will not be present at the hanging." "You'll not come, but run away." "My worst foe never called me a coward, Scott. "If you wish me you must do as I say." "You will beg the Mascot and her friend to come with you and save you." "I never hide behind a woman, sir. "Go, and I will follow you." "Lou Turner had been listening to all that was said, and she heard :Margaret's low-whispered words: "To save him may be to have him kill Buffalo Bill. "What can be done, Lou?" That question was just what she had been asking herself. She admired the magnificent pluck of the man, and did not wish to haYe him dragged away like a dog. She had glanced toward her father, but he seemed to studiously avoid her eye, and his thoughts seemed to be the same as those of Margaret and herself. If saved, might not the desperado duelist kill Buf falo Bill? Could Buffalo Bill again meet with his phenomenal luck when facing such a man as ,yas Die:.:: Dashiel? But at last she decided to make the effort to save him, and then to seek Dick Dashiel afterward and demand, by what she had clone for him, that he should not fight his duel with the scout. She was just abot11t to rise and once more face the crowd, to try her influence '-upon them, when sud denly Buffa.lo Bill rose and stepped forward. He had been most serene through all, and his face 'vas now unruffled, but his words came distinctly, and were heard by every man in the large crowd. "See here, pards, you have been playing a bluff game, for men who hold no trumps, and I advise you to pass," said Buffalo Bill. "In the first place, .you wish a victim because you are in a hanging mood, and, forgetting the courtesy due ladies, wish to drag their guest off and hang him. "He has told you what he would do, and you appear to fear him too much to let him fight for his life a right every man has, "If you trust him, and leave him to follow, I go with him, for I will not give up my claim until you have won it from me, and I hold the prior right to Dick Dashiel, as he has challenged me to fight a duel with him, and he has got to meet me, and your wishing to hang him is not going to deprive me of my chance to kill him, so just go your way, and at the proper time you will see us both report for duty at the Gold Brick, and the best man will win the game." Buffalo Bill had not uttered a dozen words before he saw that he had the crowd coming his way. when he concluded his pointed remarks, there came a roar of applause, and Scott cried: "v\T e pass, Buffalo Bill, and the game is yours. "We'li be there to see the duel, and if he kills you will be his last act on earth." ''No, no, that shall not be, for tha.t 'vottld be cow ardly, and you are not cowards. "That man has done you no harm, for I have heard how he has befriended many of you, has cared for your sick, has helped poor miners back to their homes, and protected many a man from death at the hands of desperadoes. "A dangerous man 'he may be, one who has taken life upon life, but he is not like the despicable, cow ardly creatures you should long ago have rid your camps of, not waited for sitrangers to do the work for you. "Now, give me your pledge that, if in his meeting with me he kills me, you harm him not, but allow him to go as free as before in your midst. "The man who does not give me this pledge is a coward, and so I brand him !"


THE BUFF ALO B I LL ST O RIES. There was no mistaking these ringing words, and the penetrating eyes of Buffalo Bill seemed to rest on each man In the crowd. One moment of silence, and then burst forth a roar like thunder, as Se\eral hundred voices cried together: "'vVe pledge you, Buffalo Bill!" "Men, now will I show my trust in your pledge," and, with a bow to the ladies, and a wave of the hand to Buffalo Bill, Dick Dashiel stepped to the edge of the piazza, where his horse stood, threw himself in the saddle and away slowly in the midst of the crowd. With hearty cheers for Buffalo Bill, the Mascot Lou, 1'v1argaret, and Miner Turner, the crowd swayed back from the cabin and went down the hill in the gathering twilight, \Vhile back to the ears of those on the piazza came cheers also for Dick Dashiel, showing how Buffalo Bill and the gambler duelist's own trust in them had turned the tide against him from hatred to admiration. "But will they spare him?" asked Margaret, anxiously. "Indeed they will," was Buffalo Bill's hearty re-joinder. "And the duel?" "Must be fought," was the stern response. When the crowd had gone, and even the sounds of many voices did not come back to those on the piazza of the miner's home, the prisoner was brought out of the cabin, where he had heard all that had taken place, and was led back by the two soldiers to the camp, Buffalo Bill telling one of the troopers to say to the sergeant that he would come after a while and remain all night, in case a few hot-he-ads might get under the influence of liquor and return to make trouble. Before he departed, the prisoner thanked Lou and Bill for the stand they had taken to defend him, and he yet showed frighten.eel he had been by the narrow escape from being hanged by the mob. When he had gone, Miner Turner led the way into supper. It was found that the negro cook had also been terribly frightened. The cook was in an agony of fear, and said: "I tell yer, we is all jist as good as hanged, for I knows it!" But her fears were laughed down by Margaret and Lou, and she served supper in a short time, the scout alone, however, not seeming to have lost his appetite. After half-an-hour spent upon the piazza, Buffalo Bill took his leave, and wended his way to camp. Except that his wounds vvere sore, and he had not yet regained his former strength, he felt no great in convenience from them. In a few days he would be all right and ready for his duel with Dashiel. Upon that subje<:t the two girls had a long talk after the departure of Buffalo Bill, and the miner harl gone to his cot, for he retired early. 'Lou, I .haYe an idea that I hope we can carry out," said Margaret, when they alone upon the piazza "I'll do all in my power, l\Iargaret." "You are a brave and noble girl, and but for your pluck to-day a terrible scene of carnage would have taken place. "You desen-e a medal from Congress, really "Nonsense, the men are not as bad as people be lieve; there is an element of good among them which will assert itself when it is needed and their honor appealed to. I know this, for I have seen some wild scenes in these mountains, Margaret, and this is not the first tumult my influence has quelled, for I appeal to their better natures. "\Vhen Black Jack, the de.sperado, who afterward, you know, tt1rned out to be my father's brother, and who kidnaped me, held sway in Mountain City, he ruled all with a rod of iron, and his name was a terror. "Several times he incited trouble, now I know. to have my father killed, and the men obeyed my bid ding, the bidding of a little girl, and ceased their mob madness. To, no, I do not fear them, wild as they seem, and you saw how Buffalo Bill faced them. They ad mire pluck above all things, and Dick Dashiel trusted himself right in their mid s t. after their threats a few moments before to hang him.'' "Yes, they a strange combination: but, though I have seen strange sights in my border experience, I never beheld such a scene as that one this evening." "And may you never again." "i\men, say I, with al'l fernncy. But now of my idea." "Out with it.., "It is of Dick I '.\'Onlcl speak." "Yes."


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "I lik e that man, and I cann o t but believe that there is more good in h i m than he is given credit for. "I know it." "Now, certain notions of borde r honor. demand that he and Buffalo Bill must fight a duel. " -\nd they will. ''Oh, yes, Bill is set upon it, and wild horses could not tear h;m fr o m a purpos e he wa s set on accom pli shing, wh e r e he deeme d h i s h onor and duty at stake ." Y es they will fight. .)And the death of one, or both, \ v ill follO\v." "Surely. " This mus t not be. "It cannot be helped M a rgaret. ; l am not s o sure of that. " I am. I "The government cannot a fford to l os e Buffalo Bill outside of all our personal consiclerati b ns and I fear that Dick Dashiel is as d e ad a shot and as dangerous a m a n in a duel as t he s cout i s." ''That is my opinion." N ow, my idea is to go a11cl s e e Dick Dashiel." "See him?" Y e s you and I." "Oh, Margaret!" "You pointed out his cabin to me, and it stands alone, and no one would se e us go t here. "He sleeps until noon, you say, so we will take a hunt in the mountains, com e back b y his cabin about n oon, an c l s ee him. ''What for?" "\;\.' ell. he owes his life to-ni ght to Buffalo Bill, and we mus t ask him to so look upon it and refuse to fight the scout." "He would not dare to d o it. "He mu s t. "They would say he was a co ward." "From all accounts, that accu sation would not be borne out by the facts, for he has a record to give it the lie while he might very quickly, and doubtless wo u ld, put to sleep any such charges against 1 11m. "He could say frankly that Buffalo Bill, having befriended him in the hour of his greatest need, he withdrew his challenge and refused to fight him, for you know your father said it w as the crowd in the Gold Brick that night that demanded that he pit himself a gainst the scout in a duel, after the choicest desperado in the valley had be e n killed by Buffalo Bill." Yes, and I am with you heartily, Margaret, and we w111 go to-morrow, for delays are dangerous," a r id, feeling that they were going to do a good work, the two fair plotters retired t o their rooms and were soon sound asle ep. CHAPTER VII. "TAKE NOTICE Miner Turner, Buffalo Bill and the two girls met at breakfast the next morning. 'fhe v alley looked beautiful in the eail y m orning, the miners had all gone to their work, and the silence wa s broken only by the singing of the birds that al wa ys l o ve to hover about huma n habitations. Min e r Turne r mounted hi s rode awa y to hi s work of the clay, and Buffalo Biil returned t o the camp, a s he s aid that there wa s much to be looked after. He reported the two moreserious ly wounded men a s doing well, while Carrolton and the. sergeant appeared to take no notice of their wounds. A s for himself, he said that the miner doctor had reporte d him as in fine condition. Then the sc out returned to the military camp, while Lou and Margaret, mounting their horses, and with their rifle s swung at their backs, rode away to hunt for game. They found the camps de serted, the miners being away working their claims and yet where they met miners they were most politely saluted. The dwellers in Miners' Mou11tain took great pride in hawing thes e two beautiful, brave girls dwelling in their midst. Mountain City was almost deserted, !x1t those they saw there gave them a welcome a s they dashed through the little village of small cabins and large saloons. Down the valley swept the fair hunters. After leaving all the camps behind them, they went at a slower pace, and began to look for game. It wa s not long before an antelope was brought clown by Margaret, and soon after Lou got a couple of w ild and they were content. Skilled huntress es, both of them, they knew how to nm a knife across the throa t of an antelope, and to place it upon the back of a horse. This done, and


THE BUFF J\L O Bi LL. STORIES. 11 ith tlie turkeys danolinoon either side of Therefore I refu s e to meet him as agreed, and as the term of 0 :::. coward would be thrown 111 my face by many, I take my leave of ony, and Margaret s game beh111d her saddle, they my house, that I may not be forced to kill more men than those tarted back toward home for it will be remembered already slain by me, and whom I had more of a purpose in slay-hat they had an importan't mission to perform. ing than appeared on the surface, for I have been on a trail of L "I h I t d revenge. It was just noon' by ou s wat<..1 w en t 1ey urne As I have publicly asserted that the man who conquered me was to the little glen at the head of which the cabin my hei r I now leave my cabin and all my possessions to f the desperado duelist was situated. It was located beneath a group of pines, on the oint of a ledge of rocks, overhung by a lofty ciiff be ind, and on either side, which completely sheltered WILLIAM CODY-BUFF ALO BILL, Fhe Government Sco11t, to have and to hoici as his own pr operty, and I appoint as exet. cu tor MINER HUGH TURNER, The advance up the glen a man stanaing against he door of the cabin could clef encl against a score . A spring was at one side of the cabi11, a rustic rbor, with table and settee, and a shed for a conple f horses in the rear. The cabin was stoutly built, with one large front oom across its length, and two smaller ones in the ear, one used as a sleeping-room, the other as a itchen, and the larger as a sitting-room, and the lat-ter was carpeted with the skins of bear, fox, wolves, 1ountain lion and sheep, the walls hung with pencil ketches of scenes in the valley, trophies and curios f all kinds, in which there was a perfect arsenal of ea pons. As the two girls rode up to the cabin, they saw hat the door was ajar, and upon it was a piece of bite paper posted. "He must be at home, for his door is 02en," said Margaret. "\!\That does that placard mean there?" Lou asked. Riding up to the door, s.he called out: "Ho, Dick Dashiel, are you there?" There was no answer, and Lou called again. Still no reply. They rode up close to the door, and Lou read loud what was written on the piece of paper. It was a sheet of letter paper pasted firmly upon he door, and read as follows: -... TAKE NOTICE ! To ALL0WH0M IT MAY CONCERN I, Dick Dashiel, known as the Desperado Duelist of Miner's fountain Camps, do hereby take leave of my house and the iners of Mountain City forever. My purpose in thus leaving is to avoid a duel with Buffalo Bill, 1e government scout, whom I had challenged to meet me in a ersona l encounter at the Gold Brick, ten days after his duel with ted Hugh, whom he killed. This night Buffalo Bill dared face half the miners in this valley protect my life, and but for his brave act I would now be anging from the end of a rope to sec that my wis hes arc carried out in ful!. DICK DASHIEL, The Gambler and Desperado Duelist. When s he had read the placard over plainly and distinctly, Lou turned and gazed at Margaret. Both were greatly amazed, and certainl y well pleased, for they revealed it by their faces. "Well, Lou, what do you think of that?" "VI e have been anticipated." "Yes, he has proven himself a brave man, with a good heart after all." :'He certainly has : but now to take the news to father and Buffalo Bill, or they will be at the cabin for dinner by the time we get there," and they started off at a canter for home. Buffalo Bill's face, usually so ylm, revealed his surprise in every feature when he learned from_the girls that Dick D2.shiel had gone, and left him as his heir. The placard had been left on the door. As soon as dinner was over it was decided that the four should return to the cabin, along with severai others, whom ::VIiner Turner would pick up in l\1ountain City. "I cannot understand it," said Buffalo Bill, repeat ing the remark several times. "You do not attribute it to cowardice, do you?" asked Margaret. "Cowardice, Miss Margaret? \Nhy, tha:t man has not an .atom of it in his makeup. "I do not belie\'e he ever knew what it was to feel a pang of fear. "No, no, he went, as he said, to avoid a difficulty with oee who he felt served him last night. I like the man, and did when I first saw him, and, let mt tell you now, what I have kept a secret before, that when Red Hugh told him to give the wo'rd to fire in


1 8 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. such a way that it wolild be an advantage to him, he refused, and, nrnre, whispered to me as he passed: 'Look 01.tt for a shot before the word.' "Tha.t put me art my guatd, and perhaps saved me my "That p.roves him to be at heart a go.ad man and possessed of honor," said Miner Turner.. "And he intimates on the placard that he was on the track of revenge here," said Margaret "Yes; have you noticed arty reason for so believ ing, Miner Turner?" said Buffalo Bill. "Now it oomes up, it occurs to me that his duels have been fought with striking regularity, and in each case with a man whom he has often played ca r ds with, and almost invariably accused of cheat iflg." "Then he has been picking out his men. "It would seem so, Bill." I never heard that he \Vas accused of cheating at cards, father. "Accused, yes, but it was never proven on him, and the accuser answered the accusation with his life. Yes, I guess that, after all the half-dozen years he h as passed he re, he has been on a trail of revenge, now that I rey i ew the facts," said the miner. "He is a very young man, sir, scarcely over twenty-eight or thirty." "Yes, thirty is h age, for he once told me so, Miss Margaret, but when his mustache is shaved off, for someti mes he does cut it off, he looks much younger than that. With his long hair, his face is almost womanl y then. "He certainly is a most mysterious and remarkable man; but now let us be off for his cabin, ere some straggler gets in there and robs it or tears the placard down." I n ten m inutes they had mounted their horses and were r iding in the direction of the duelist's cabin. On their way through Mountain C i ty, Miner Turner halted and asked several of the most promi nent miners to accompany them, and when they halted before the door of Dick Dashiel's deserted home there were nine in the party. The door still stood ajar, as i t had been left, the placard was there, and no one else had visited the ca.bin since the girls had left it. O n the way Miner Turner had explained to those wh o had j o ined him, that the young ladies had gone t h e r e to try' to preYent the gambler from fighting the duel with Buffalo Bill, and, reading the pla.car had hastened home and inforrnecl him of the di. covery. "Dick Dashiel came to my store last night, wh he came back with the c1owd, and Settled his a count in full," said the storekeeper, "for he was a; ways a square man," said the keeper of the Mountai City store. "Yes, and he settled his accounts in full at th treated the whole crowd to drinks and cigar and gave a few hundreds to Samaritan Sam to loo! out for the poor men and the sick ones the va ley," said the landlord of the tavern. "I remember, too, he bought quite a bill of good. last night. and a packsaddle," said the storekeepe "and helped Cripple Jack." "Yes, and led a\Yay the horses I have been keep ing at the coach stables for him, and he. owns five of the finest animals I ever laid eyes on," said th landlord, who was also tavern-kee per, stagecoacH agent and postmaster as well. "\V ell, he has s urely gone," remarked Miner Turner, as he read the placard. "He has it1deed gone, and you are his heir, Buffa! Bill," said the landlord. "There is no doubt of that fact," remarked the storekeeper, "for his will says so, and I recognize an will swear to it, that it is the handwriting and signa ture of Dick Dashiel." "What he says goes," remarked the others, whil Buffalo Bill seemed embarrassed at the situation he found himself in as the heir of the desperate duelist. "Yes, and as the executor named, I will see tha his wishes are carried out. "Now, let us see just what the cabin contains," and they all dismounted at the suggestion of Miner Tur ner, and entered the home of the border duelist. CHAPTER VIII. BUFFALO BILL'S VISITOR "Here are three horses, showing that he took two with him," called out one of the men from the stable in the rear, and he led the animals around in front o f the cabin. They were three beautiful horses, and selecting the larger one, Buffalo Bill said : "I shall prize this animal as having belonged to my foe-friend, Dick Dashiel.


THE B UFF ALO BILL STORIES. 1 9 "T11e other two, Miss Margaret, you and Miss Lou re to have." In vain were the protestations, for the scout was rm, and both the girls yielded, delighted with their eautiful presents, which had the record of having elonged to Dick Dashiel. Ehtering the cabin, where not a soul in the valley ad ever been known to have been invited, all were truck with the a.ir of refinemen t therein. There was a table in the center, covered with a atchwork of the skins of wild animals, fringed with birds' feathers. A student's lamp was on the table, and writing a,terials, the inkstand being a curled horn of the rnou11tain sheep, set in a rock filled with gold grains. There was a shelf of books on one side, a guitar and a flute, weapons of various kinds, Indian curios, skins, and a lot of other things prized most highly by bordermen. A box, upon being opened, revealed quite a treasure in bits of gold, several thousand dollars worth, w1th a bag which had a tag on it that read: "Taken from the bocly of Red Hugh, and left me by him." In one of the rear rooms was a rustic cot made of cedar, with sheets and blankets, and on the wall a lot of clothes too bulky to be carried with him. There were pen and pencil sketches, artistic in execution, upon the walls also, as in the larger room, bearing the letters "D. D." The third room was a kitchen with cooking utensils, but as the gambler duelist took his meals at the tavern, the place was used more as a lumber room. "Well, Bill, here is your property, and this map on the wall shows your claim as staked out, and there was a find here once, but never worked," said Miner Turner. "No, it was of too little value," remarked the storekeeper. "'vVell, Mr. Turner, as the heir, and you being the executor, please sit down and write that I leave the. claim, the cabin, and all it contains, excepting the inkstand and a few minor things, with the gold in the box, left by Red Hugh, all else, to the care of three citizens in Mountain City, to be disposed of for the benefit of the sick and needy who are now in the val ley, and Cripple Jack. The horses are already disposed of, and I believe the young ladies wish the sketches, while the irtk stand I intend as a present to Colonel Loomis." There was surprise at this decision of the scout's to give his inheritance away, but he meant what he said, an.cl he was honored the more for it, for there were sick and needy in the camps to whom the gift would come as a boon. Miner Turner, therefore, drew up the paper, and in it the storekeeper, blacksmith and landlord of the Exchange were named as the men to dispose of the claim, and distribute the results of the sale where. it would do the most good. The documents were duly signed by Bill as heir, and Miner Turner as exec\Jtor, while the witnesses were Margaret, Lou and the others present. The things received were then packed upon one of the horses, and the valuables turned over to the s torekeeper as treasurer, after which the door was locked and the party started upon their return. The news went like wildfire through Mountain City that Dick Dashiel had gone away, and at first the rumors were that he had been driven off by Buf falo Bill, and again that he had fled from cowardice. The rumor was contradicted, yet many asserted their belief in it until, learning from Carrolton how the talk went up in Mountain City. Buffalo Bill wended his way to the Gold Brick that night after he left the miner's cabin. His entrance of the large saloon was the signal for a hush to fall upon all, and then followed a loud cheer of greeting. The scout had not yet gotten his col o r back. His face was pale, but calm, and, walking to a position near the bar, he faced the crov:d as though he had something to say. "Pards, you have all heard the truth of Dick Da?h iel's leaving this valley, and in spite of it, and knowing that he left because he did not wish to fire upon one who had befriended him, there are some, I have heard, who persist in calling him a coward, now that he is not here to silence your tongues. "To those let m e say, that I consider him as brave a man as I ever met, and the one whom I hear apply the epithet of coward to him I shall hold responsible, the same as if it was hurled in my own teeth. ''There has been bloodshed enough in this valley, so, p ards, I hope there will be nD one to urge on more trouble." A cheer greeted the manly words of the scout, and


20 THE BUFF f\LO BILL STORIES. those present w .ho_ had been loud-mouthed in de notmcing the scout, now hung their heads in silence, not daring to take up the gauntlet so daringly throW!l down to them. "Now, pards1 as I must soon leave yom beautiful valley, let me ask yol.;t all to j.oin me in a parting glass,11 and the crowd accepted the invitation as one man, and Buffalo Bill's health was drank with a will. His generous donation to the s ick and needy in the valley was appreciated by all but a few soreheads, but they wisely refrained from voicing their opinions, which vvere formed on the basis of prejudice against any man who was deservedly made a hero of. It was the third day after the departure of Dick Dashiel that Buffalo Bill was seated in camp, when a trooper came up with a visitor who wished to see him. The man was an odd-looking specimen of humanity, in appearance rwt unlike the pictures one sees of Santa Claus. He had a full beard that reached to his belt, and would have been white only that it wore a yellowish hue that soap and hot water might have caused to depart from it. His hair vvas lon g, iron gray, and thick an d his statue tall and powerful. From head to foot he was clad in buckskin, Indian tanned. He wore mocca s ins le ggins, a hunting shirt and cap, the latter having a fox's tai l hanging fr o m it clown his back. He had a belt of arms, two revolvers and a knife, a breech-loading army rifle a bow and. quiver of ar rows. At his back was a buckskin knapsack, home-pncle, ,..,ith a blanket rolled up tightly on the top, another at the bottom and a canvas hammock and large rubber blankets strapped b e tween. To the knapsack hung a coffeepot, a tin cup, frying pan, and canteen. In spite of hi s apparent age, he stood as upright a s a soldier, and. seemed not to mind the weight he carried. He gazed at Bill in a curious way, like one who was glad to meet him, and said with a pronounced border dialect: "So you be Buffalo Bill, hey?" "Yes, parcl, so they call me." "You look it, for you hain't no ordinary man." "Thanks, parcl, sit clown." "I'm gain' ter. "Yes, I've heerd of yer agin and agin, and the ln juns say yes is jist pizen ter them, bad medicine, while road-agents aqd sich hain't happy when you is around. "I'm right clown glad ter meet yer, Buffalo Bill, put it thar,'' and he held out his hand, which the scout grasped, while he answered: "The pleasure is mutual, pard, but I have not yet gotten hold of your name." "That's so "Forgot ter interdooce myself, but it's never too late ter do good. "I hain't ashamed o' my name, as m;:i.ny men around here is, and iier reasons. "It may be Sandy Craft, or rightly, Sanderson Craft, called Sandy for short, and forty year ago hailin' from ther mountains of North Car'liny, now a citizen o' ther \rVild West. Ther Injuns call me ther Grizzly Bear Chief, \rVolf Man, and sich, while ther few palefac es as knows me calls me ther Hermit Trapper, see in' as I traps for a livin'. "Though I hain't ther friend o' ther Injuns, they don't hunt me, for reasons that ther chiefs and me is parcls from 'wayback. "I has a little shanty up in ther mountains, and thar I lives and pelts, comin' twict a year ter tradin' p ints ter sell them, and buy grub, sometimes one place, sometimes another. "I corned here to-day with a couple o' horses loaded with pelt.s, and I has bought a lot o' grub ter tote back. "I come ter this sunset country long ago, 'cause I didn't want ter be crowded with com'pany, and I likes it. yer has my history so as yes could write m y obituary if I dropped dead. I heered ther gold diggers talkin' o' yer, and as I e re told yer was here, I come-ter see yer, and I'm proud ter meet yer, Bill." The words and manner of the old trapper amused Buffalo Bill. He saw that h e was a character in his way, and set him clown as an honest man. He had often heard that there was an old trapper in the mountains who was now and then seen by scouts, and who was called the Hermit Hunter, but he had never before met him. Never had he heard anything against him, though it w as wondered how he dared to trap in the India' n country as he did. I t was said that he had a lone camp, and the redskins had stated that he had as pets grizzly bears, mountain lions, wolves, wildcats and snakes, with an eagle, raven, and owls This alone made h1m dreaded by the Indians, who regarded him as possessed of supernatural powers. The scout was glad, therefore, to meet the strange man, and he sa id : "Well, pa rel, I am reall y glad to meet you, and if you go my wa y on the trail back, I shall be glad of your company, for I leave here in a few days now." "No, thankee, ,I pulls out to-day, but wants a leetle talk with yer first." "Fire away, old man."


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 21 "Yes sir if I does live kinder' friendly with ther , njuns, I hain't ter be regarded as no renegade ter y own people." "I should hope not." "N.o, I hain't that kind o' a devil, only I left home ng ago a poor man. 'Fact was, I got eddicated, though yer wouldn' t hink it now, and I expected ter marry a girl I loved nore than my soul. But while I were away as oldier p' in Mexico for I were a capt' in under General t aylor, a man I thought my friend, who slept 1e same blanket vvith me, and whom I risked my life er take off ther field when he were wounded, went ack home, and lied about me. "He told how I had secretly married a Mexican ral, and that pretty nigh br.oke my leetle one's heart. "She was urged by h{K parents not to think of me 1 0 more, for I was poor, there being a big mortgage rn my mother's home, and he bein' rich, my false riend she were forced ter marry him. I come back fter the war were over ter find my mother dead. I He paused a moment, and then, dropping the bor ler dialect, and speaking with deep emotion, he conlinued: I v'vas told that news had come that I had married Mexican. girl and had been killed soon "It broke my mother's heart, and she died some r1onths before my return. "Nor was this all, for I found my false friend the 1usband of the girl who had been my idol, and more, 1 e had made her his slave, most cruelly treating her. could not stand that, so I made him meet me in a luel. \Ve fought with swords, and I ran him through he heart. Leaving 112y mortgaged home in the 'ands of an attorney, I left there and became a wan at last to seek an abiding place here. My pelts brought money enough in three years to pay off hat mortgage; the town had built out to my home, nd to-day I am a rich'man, and yet I linger here, a s ou see. "Pard, there is that in your face that has made me ell the story I have breathed to no one else-forgive and the man's face once more assumed it s lerenity, by the recital of his wronged life. Bill had become much impressed with his 1s1tor. Now, that he looked at him he saw that he was rot as old as he had at first appeared. and he felt th 'at orrow and bitterness had turned him prematurely rrray, though he yet must be on in year s He certainly was no ordinary man, and yet he had een content to lead the life of a hermit for long ears, for he mu s t have been little more than of age hen he came out upon the plains. A rich man, by his own confession, he yet remained the wild vVest. living a lone and dangerous life, ith all its hards. hips and suffering The more he saw of him, the more he admired him, and 'when he had heard his strange, romantic story of wrong, Buffalo BilP held out his hand and said warmly: "I am glad to clain1 you for a pard, Mr. Craft, and I feel 1.hat we will be friends." "Don' t see by not, we is both honest men in our way,'' was the answer. and he dropped Eiack into his border way of speaking. "Yer see, I've got something more to tell ye r and i t 's not about myself." "Well, I shall be glad to hear it if it is about your-self, pard." "I said I was friendly with ther Injuns ?" "Yes .. "Yer see, I once come across two Injun chiefs fightin' in ther timber. "One were a Pawnee, .t'other were a young Sioux. "Ther latter were wounded, but were g i v in' ther other a tough fight o' it, though he was bleedin' free. "\i\Tell, says I te r myself, that hain t jist square, so I'll take up for ther under dog in ther fight. I c"u'd have kilt them both, fer they was too tuck up with their own work ter see me, so I concluded that, as ther leetle feller was gettin' worsted, wounded too, I'd chip in and help him out. "I jist stepped up then, quick, and gave the big Pawnee chief a tumble, and it seems I were a leetle too rough, fer he fell so hard he hit his head agin a rock and lay thar. "T'other was about used up, and yet showed fight, fer he supposed hi s turn would come next, but I told him I wa s n t goin' ter hurt him, and so stopped the bleedin' from thcr arrow wound in his side and fixed it up for him. "vVell, he was that grateful derned if I didn't se e tears in his eyes, and Injuns ain't given to ther cry baby act ter no alarmin' extent, as far as I has been a judge o' ther varmints. They is humans like us, and their larnin' is tcr kill them as persecutes them, and they does it and ther palefaces hain't been their bosom friend s "\Vell. arte r I had camped there and made my Sioux chief comfortable, I takes a look at the Pawnee. '"The11 I set:s that he was dead, and ther rock had caved in his knowledge-box. l jist yanked off his scalp and gave it to ther young chief \\"ith my compliments, and he was pleased all over. I give him also thcr weapins o' his foe, and o ver in timber was his pony, a s fine a spot'lecl beast as I ever saw, and I let th er have him also. Seein' that th er chief wa s a lee t le more hurt than I thought, I helped him o n his pony, which was also near, and, havin' buried ther Pawnee, took him ter my camp. "I happens t e r ha,e an idea fer pets, and bein' as I has when a o' grizzly bears,


22 THE B .UfFALO B ILL STORIES. dit t o wo l ves, ditto mountain lions, and wildcats, with an eagle or two, hawk and owls, my layou t looks like a menage_ rie, and Injuns don't 'hanker arter bein' round thar. "Ther Sioux kinder thought tl1at I was a evil spirit or bad medicine, and he were scared about inter fits. "But I treated him prime for several days, and then tuk him ter his village, and yon bet that made thar whole outfit my friends. "It give me ther right ter go unmolested, and now and then I'd get a visit from ther chief. for he is ther high mucky-muck o' ther village now, and calls me brother, which I suppose I is, seein' how Adam was granddad o' us all. "Wal, I got inter ther village once in a great while, and I jist wants ter tell yer what I discovered thar when I went a month ago, and it's been a-frettin' me a heap." "What is it, pard ?" "It were that they has a white captive there." "Indeed !" "They has." "When was this?" "Some months or more ago." "Then it was not the one that I at first thought." "Do you know of any captives the Indians have?" "Yes." "Do you know that the tribe has a renegade white chief?" "No, for Red Heart, ther Injun who is my friend, is chief." "You refer to that tribe of Sioux that lie north of Fort Blank?" "Yes." "What white captives do you kno\\ that they have with them?" "Only one, a young girl." "A young girl ?n asked Buffalo Bill, in surprise. "Yes, and one that made my heart weep to see, for r::he is young and beautiful. "I only saw her for a m i nute, and Red Heart, the chief, told me it was his daughter, but he lies. "That is my secret, pard, and I wants yer ter res cue that poor leetle gal. 'f "I am with you old man,'' was the scout's deter mined response CHAPTER IX. BUI<'FALO BILL'S LONE TRAIL. For a long time Buffalo Bill talked with the old trapper, and when at last the latter took his leave, they appeared to have become the best of friends. The trapper \Yent away with a substantial present from the scout in the shape of a repeating rifle, and a pair Gf the latest patented revolvers, with ample ammunition for them-weapons which he had taken from the cabin of Dick Dashiel. An hour after the scout saw him ride along t trail, going north toward Zigzag Cafion, mount on a handy little pony, and with another one traili behind, loaded down with a pack saddle. V/hat surprised Bill most was the fact that a Im::; gray wolf trotted behind the pack horse, while a lar:: panther led the 'my along the trai l a few paces front of the trappers' horse. Seated upon the back of the pack horse and a parently enjoying his ride, was a raven. The sight caused the soldiers to stand and gaze in wond at the odd company of the man. Seeing Bill, he held up his rifle and patted it affe tionately, while he called out: "I've got it, and I'm proud to own it. "See you again, Pard BiH, sometime-maybe. With this he passed out of sight alo n g the-trai while Bill walked up to Miner Turner's cabin. Lou and Margaret were seated i n t h e i r favorit spot, the piazza, and they greeted him pleasantly. 'Did you see it?" they asked in a breath. "The procession?" "Yes, man, horse, wolf, crow-oh! wha a sight it was, and Lou tells me she has seen the o'ut fit before." "Yes, indeed, several times. "Once h e came down here, I remember, with a grizz l y bear and a wild cat as rear guar d, and a tre mendous rattlesnake coiled up on top of the pack. "He stampeded the whol e of Mountain City, an McCord, the storekeeper, told him to help h i mself t all he saw, and never mind paying for it. "He camped' in what the miners delight in calling the Boulevard, and not a man \Vas seen in Mountai City's streets that night. When he got his provision and left the next morning, the sigh of relief that cam down the valley sounded like a storm rising He ha been here often since, I am told, so the miners at know h i m now, though they do not get intimate wit him or his pets. He was over te the camp, I noticed Buffalo Bill, so that the soldiers had a talk with him I suppose . Both the scout and Margaret laughed heartily a Lou's description of the. old trapper's visit with hi! pets, and then Bill answered: ;'Yes, I had a long talk with him, and I assure yo I like him immensely. He is a man whose life ha. kno\vn sorrows, and he has hidden here from his fel low men, in these wilds "What I tell you is in confidence, of course. Bu that which he told me this morning will cause met start on the back trail to-morrow." "So soon?" ''Yes." ")J othing of a serious nature to cause it, I hope?' 'Tll tell you just what it is, though, of course, ym must keep the secret."


l'HE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 23 Both gave their pledge to do so, and Bill went on: ''The old man i s no renegade, but ha s the run of he Indian countty unmolested. "He can even visit the Indian villages, and a month fgo, when there at the villag-e of Red Heart, the head f hief of the band, the old man s aw a captive, a young Ind beautiful girl, he says, whom Recl Heart claim s s his daughter." "Ah!" "But the trappe r asserts that she i s a blonde, and as not a drop of Indian blood in her veins." "Has she been there long?" "No, he thinks not over a year. " Can she not be rescued?" "That is just why I start on the trail to-morrow, or the sergeant can follow by slow marches, several ays after." "Do you go alone?" "Yes, I shall go up into the Indian country, meet he old trapper, and endeavor to rescue the girl aptive." Buffalo Bill, you trust too much in your lucky [tar," said Margaret, shaking her head ominously. That night many efforts were made to have Bill ive up his intended trip into the Indian co un t r y, to rttempt, alone, the resc u e of the white oeaptive there, in vain I He would stick to his resolve against all that Miner Turner and the two girls co uld say. You see, I do not go alone," he argued. I will meet the old trapper." "And you have only h is word for it that he is hon st, and he may himself be the renegade white chief," aid Lou. "No, Miss Lou, I ha e studied too many faces to far wrong in noting his, and I'll vo uc h for it that e is all that he says he is." "And ye t you ri s k you r life, torture and all, for the ake of an unknown white captive?" "If I can, with the aid of the old trapper, resc ue e young girl." I hope that yo u may, Buffalo Bill, but, as I sai d ou depend too much on your phenomenal luck to et you out of deadl y sc rapes," l\fargaret rema1ked "The scout laughed, and the miner said: "So you start to-morrow?" ''Yes, sir." ". re you well enough?" ''I am perfectly well, s ir fo1 my wo u nds give m e ot the slightest trouble now. ''Where do you go?" "To a rendezYou s appointee! with the trapper." "And then?" "To the Indian Yillage of Red Heart, I suppose." "The sergeant goes vYhen "He ill start in four days, for the wounded men I can travel by that time without injury, and they can make s low marches." "The sergeant i s to wait at the place he i s to meet you h ow long?" "Until the third day "Well, Buffalo Bill, I ha,e been thus particular for a reason ., ' Yes, sir?" "I find that I can get away from here within a , eek, or ten days at the furthe st, for McCord, the storekeeper, and the others who have the Dick Dash iel fund in hand, will complete tJ1e bus ine ss I ha ve to l eave unfini s hed. "Now, I am an x iou s to get these young ladie s to the sheltei of the fort once more, and soon after start East, so I am glad to hear that I wil\ be able to shorten my stay here in the mines \ by a couple of months. "I am certainly glad to this, s ir." 'In going from here, as I will f.or good, I will have to carry along a considerable sum, in money and in uncoined gold. so I do not wish any one to know my intention. save named, until the clay of my departure, f or, in spite of the grand work yo u have done, there a re st ill bad men in the mi n es who migh t be tempted bo kill allCl rob where so much money was at stake." "You a1 right, sir." "I therefore ask you if yo u will give the sergeant pe r mission to remain and sene as an escort?" ''Nothing \YOulcl give me more pleasure than to do so, sir, and I am g l ad that you can o-o along back with the troops ., \ V ith the sergeant, corporal, and thei r men, Car rolton and my s elf, it giyes us many fighting men. ''Yes, sir." "Then there are the t\\ o 'horse wranglers and the prisoner." "Release Jessop, s ir, the moment yon leaye camp, for he will be as true as steel." ''They make more, and with the girls and lhe cook, \\e count up big. not an unformidal:ile looking caval cade by any means, and be s ide s we w ill haYe a score of extra ancl pack animals. so it would take a large force of Indians to attack us, and no road agents would consider it for a moment. The are / that we will go through with flying colors." "There i s no doubt about it, sir. and as I sa id I am g l ad you a re going for your own sake and for the sa k e of the young ladies. "Carrollton kno\ys the trails w ell, and you can wait for m e at the renclezYous nam ed for three days at le ast. "If I arri,e the re first, I will \Vait for you. ''>:"ow, sir, \Ye understand each olher and, as I make an early start. I will say good-night." All hated to see the scout go, but they shook hands


24 THE BUFF ALO BI L L STORIES. in farewell; and he went over to his camp, gave the sergeant instructions about waiting for Miner Turner, and before dawn, mounted upon his own horse, and with the animal of Dick Dashiel carrying hi s pack, was off on his lone trail. He camped an hour at noon, and was quietly eating his dinner, when there came a sharp report, a whirring sound, and the scout fell over baclrn arcl from his saddle upon which he had b een seated. As he lay m0tionless two men bounded over a rock a hundred yards away. They were white in miners' garb, and each held a rifle in his hand as he ran. "He's a human, after all pare!, as I knowed he were," cried one, as he came along. "Y as, yer bullet did it, Jake, and I has another bul let fer him ef he ain't quite dead," said the other, as they were within a few feet of the ir victim "And I have a bullet for each of you." The \vords came with startling di s tinctness, and they were followed by t\Yo shots in r api d succession. Both men went down on their faces, and rising from the ground, Bill put his hand up and there was a spot of blood on it. "The bullet just nipped my ear-a clo s e call! "Now to get acqttaintecl." He walked toward the two men, and turned them over, and saw his fatal bra nd, a bullet hole between the eyes of each one. ''Yes} I recognize them both. "They were pards of Red Hugh, and no\'.' they have started on his trail. "They evidently kne,:v in some \\'ay that I was to take the trail alone, so started out ahead of me. I mus t bury them," and with this he took J2is hatchet from his pack, marked out a grave, and began to dig where the earth w as s oft, right by the side of the trail. He took a blanket from each, and after looking through the pockets of the dead men, with little re sults as to finding anything of value, he rolled them up and placed them in the grave. The two horses he had thus fallen heir to \Vere really good animals, as were also their trappings, while the rifle and other weapons of the men were of the best. An hour before sunset, having left the trail at no-on, he came to a halt in a wild spot, a stream flowing through a beautiful glen, with lofty cliffs sheltering it. "Yes, this is the spot, but I do not see any signs of the trapper yet," muttered Bill. But he had hardly uttered the words, when he saw a horseman coming up the glen. "It is the trapper, and he is pro!Dpt," said the scout, and he rode toward him. The hunter greeted him >vith a shout of welcome, and as he drew near, called out: "I seen so many ho ses I jist laid low until I seed there was only one man with 'em. "They is good critters, all of 'em; but I is glad ter see yer, pard." 'And I to meet you, Pard Sandy." Buffalo Bill foll o wed along after the hunter hermit in silence, for the trail w as not an easy one, and neither spoke for a long while. A ride of a dozen miles took them further into the mountains, and at last the trail led up a canon with high cliffs on either side, which even a wildcat could not scale. At the further end of the canon was a log hut, stoutly built, and as strong as a stockade fort. Riding up to the cabin, the hunter said: "This is my home, Bill, and you are welcomesee, my pets wish to get acquainted with you. He had dropped his border way of speaking, and addressed the scout in a conrtly, hospitable way. But it was the "pets that \\anted to get acquainted with him" that most impressed the scout. They were not the kind of pets that he just )onge d for. but he was anxious to appear friendly if they were. There \Vere two large grizzly bears, several mountain lions, a couple of wildcats, half-a-dozen wolves, a large rattlesnake lying beneath the do-or, and ra\ens, owls and eagles. Bill's iron nerve gave s everal twitches as he gazed at the pets, and he said: 'Pare! Sandy, do you enjoy such company to any great extent? .. "\Nell, yes "Those grizzlies, and, in fact all my pets, never knew what it was to be wild, nor did the generations before them for several removes back. "I do not allow them to increase on me, but keep, them in limited numbers, and always let them kno that I am master. "I began with them in the first place as cubs an young birds, and made them look to me for food and you would be surprised to know that not on of them would go beyond the bars of the canon with out me." "And they do not eat your horses up?" "Not they, for, see, they have not dared touc that game that I hung there before going away. "No, I could bring a lamb in the canon, and the would not disturb it. "Just see how friendly they are with you." "Yes, I both see and feel; but that horrid snak there?" "He is harmless, for I pulled his f.angs when h e \Yas only a youngster."


THE BUFF J\LO BILL STORIES. 2 5 I am glad to know that, but I suppos e that none of them bunk in the cabin with you?'' "Oh, no; they have their quarters in the rear, in bad or cold weather. v V hen I go away I kill game for them and leave f t around, and it l asts them for the four days I am generally gone after supplies for at other times I r m never away for longer than a day and a night, perhaps." ''But you c annot liv e this way much l ongo..:r." "My dear friend, I do not expect to do s o. "Of late there has been creeping over me a feel that I must go back to the ol d home, to visit the s cenes of my happy boyhood, to stand once more by graves of my kindred, my loved mother and a th er. "I believ e I can go back and pas s my days quietly, nd in the end be fa1d to rest by the side of those of y blood while I can with my money do much good n the world. "Yes, pard, I long to go, and I tell y0u now we u s t rescue tha t young girl." f am with you h eart and hand, Pard Sandy,. s o ay the word when we go?" ''To-morrow we will start, for we can talk it all ver to-night. "How far is the v illage from here?" "About twenty-fiv e miles, and I kn o w the trail v ell." 'What does it number?" "Say two thousand for Red Heart's with iore in the other camps; .but those we will have 10thing to do with, and they are miles to the nort]J f us The animals sat about, looking on patiently awaitng the bones and scraps that would come to them, i\vhile the owl night havin.g come on, set up his

"Go 'way back and sit down." That's what this contest will s a y to all other contests if it keep s on the wa it started. It's a boys. There is a big snowdrift of letters here alr eady. Keep it up. Everybody has chance. Remember, its the boy who tries that wins. If you failed in the last contest, don't let that discourage yo The neater and more legible your stories are the better chance they have of winning. Now, get off your coats, r o up your sleeves, and pitch in, but fi r st read this bunch of good stories. A Runaway Team on a Railroad Track. (By J. C. l\Iackert, Dandlle, Pa.) A few year s ago, on a fin e .June day, father and I went out in the country, about two miles from Snnbury to our ice house to get a load of ice. We retun1ed to the butcher shop on 'fhinl street along the Pennsylvania Railroad. W e unloaded the ice and \Yere about to start. As father picked up the line, I told him 1 forgot my coat. He dropped the lines again and started in after my coat. J nst as he got to the door the hores took fri ght at something ancl started to rnn up 'l'hird street along the railroad as hard as they could go. 'l'hey went so fast that it was impossible for me .to get out of the wagon. As they neared t h e oyerhcad crossing at. Market street they both wanted to go in opposite directions. I saw a train coming, hut could do nothing. The consequence wa s that when the horses and wagon str11ck the overhead crossing the sudden stop threw the wagon box upside down right on the rnilroad track, and l wa s under it. When it was rnised up I wa;; picked [1p for dead, b11t when I awoke a few hours later I fotrnd myse lf lying on a couch iu my own home, with ',wo doctors me. I was sore for a couple of weeks, but Roon got better. 'fhat was the faRtest ride I e1er had in my life. I got a good shak ing up, anyway. The C. H. Academy fire. (Ry Nick Hiram Roberts, Mississippi.) I am a student o f C. H. Academy of Port Gibson, Miss 'l'he buildings caught lire Dec ei;nber roth, and I did some very de sperate work 'rhe buildings are four stories high, and I was on the first story when the fire alarm was given, but I managed to get to the fourth floor very quickly and found the whol e floor in flames. I heard a lo w voice and ran to one room, and on open, ing the door I found one of my friends, Holt, yery near dead, but quick as a flash I rescued him from death. It was was not long before one of the professors, Friarson by uame, came up and was followed by a negro waiter named Simeon Booze. 'l'he waiter was so excited that he strttck Professor Friarson 011 the head with a bucket of water and knocked him intci the flame s, but a nother man saved his life by dashing into the flames and carrying him down four tlights of steps. He is still in a serious condition, but is expected to recover. It was not long before the thil'd floor was on fire, and th fourth :!loor fallen in and going at a very rapid rate. Both floors f ell through to the second, but we were still al in the flames. Making a very desperate leap through the wi tlow, we all landed safe ou the ground with the exception Barney breaking his arrn and Johnson his leg. Hubbard di not get hurt, and in a :;econd was back in the burning bttil ing, attempting to r esc u e other friends who were in danger. He was struck by a piece of fn lfo1 g timber, which knocke him fort.v feet below into a very deep cistern. As Biuney's ar1 was broken, he could not do very much. He leaped into th cistern and managed to save Hubbard. Reuben Bland, a general "flunk" around the school, wa blown ninety feet into a tree top, but was gtiJ1 ali1 e whe found, and by means ot ladde1s was brough t to the ground i a critical condition. '!'he buildings were completel y consume and the fun was all o\e1-. It was a ery narrow escape for all of us, but we are all we and ha dug a fine time. \Ve have not yet discovered how t h fire started., but it is supposed to IJe of n n incendiary origin. The Devil and liis Angels. (By Horace Weber, Ind.) I will now relate a story which is true. It happened abou 1847 in t h e northern part of Switzerland. There was.a n old selfish miser, wl10 lived in between tw large hills. He had a large pear tree which produced pear from the size of a pint tin on up to a quart tin. Whenever the. began' to ripen he would watch day and night till they wer fit t o can or put in his c ellar He had" a n old shotgun which he carried with him about ih tree. The boys around in the neighborhood met one night an decided 011 a plan which they thought might scare the ol miser so that they could get the }Jears. They decided on thi. plan. 'l'he boys who were in it divided themselve s, each part. going on an opposite hill fro m the other. One side had an old plow-wheel, which t hey could stuff with straw in between the spoke s They called out, "Halloo !11 'l'he other side said" Halloo !" and they yelled back and forth for a few minutes when one side yelled out: "Who are you '?" The other side answered, "I am the Devil."


THE BUFF J\LO BILL STORIES. 27 Then that side yelled ottt and said : "Who are you?" "We are the Devil's angels,'' said the other side. The Devil said, "I wnnt to see you. I have been looking for ou for a good while. Where shall we meet?" The other party said : "Down under the big pear tree. Just then the party that said they were the Devil lit the straw in the big wheel and started it down the hill toward the bid man who was watching under the pear tree. The reader can imagine how the big wheel looked with fire coming from it. The flames and sparks flying from it. I expect the old man thought that it was the devil. He was superstitious, anyway. He dropped his gun and ran for the house as fast as he could heel it. The boys, who were close to the tree when he got to the house heard him say. : 1Gott im Himmel, es warder Teufel!" After he had ran into the house and bolted the doors they their stomachs with pears, and after they had all that they could stuff they filled some sacks and took pea1s home iWith them. The next morning the old man got up and found his pears gone, and nothing there but an old plow wheel which he had thought was a devil. I believe my grandfather was one of the boys who did the

BOYHOODS O F FAMOUS This d e part m e n t contai ns each w eek t h e story of the ea rly c areer of some cele b r ated American. for these stories a n d read t he m, boys. The y ar e o f t h e mo st fasc inating i nte rest Those a l read y are: No. l-Buffalo Bill ; No. 2 -Kit C ar son ; No. 3 -Texas Jack ; No. 4 Col. Daniel Boone ; Nos.Sa n d 6 D a vid Crockett ; N o. 7 G eneral Sam Hous t on ; Nos. 8 and 9 Le wi s Wetzel Nos. lO and ftC a pt John Sm it h ; No. l2W il d Bill; No. l3Dr. Fra n k Powell the Surgeon Scou t ; No l4Buckskin Sam ; No. JS-Seneca Adams (" Old Gri z zly A da ms); No. l6-Pon y Bob (Bob Haslam) No. l7Major John M Burke (Arizon a J a c k ) ; No. l 8-Kit C arson, J r ; No. J9-Charles Emm ett ( D as hin Charlie); No. 20 Alf S lade. No. 21-1\RIZ0N1\ (CI-IARLES 1'-'.IEADO'"VS. ) Charles Meadows was a California "boy, and h e was, as they say in Kentucky, "born to a fend." In oth et words, there was a cruel vendetta between his famil y and other CalifoJnia ranchers, and the trouble was not of the Meadow's seeking. Lives had been lost on both-Sides, and when but twelve years of age, riding home with an uncle one night, Charlie behel d a flash from the trail sicle, and .Mr. Meadows fell from his saddle. On the impulse of the moment, Charlie, armed only with a shotgun, aimed where he had seen the flash and fired T here was a groan, and Charlie, dismounting, went to his u n cle, found him alive ancl aided him lo h i s saddle. "Did you avenge me, Charlie?" "I will see, sir,'' and the boy went into the thicket, his uncle's revolver in his lrnud. There lay a dead body. "Yes, sir." "All right, mount behind me, 11nd hold me in my saddle, for I Rm b11dl y wounded." Charlie got his uncle home. He died soon after, and two more lives were added to the vendetta death roll. c Charlie's father soon after fell another victim, and a year later the boy aYenged him also, killing the man who sought to take his young life. 'l'hen Widow l\Ieadows, with her boy, moved from Californi a and settled in Arizona upon a small ranch, Charlie caring for it with a couple of cowboys. When he was sixteen, his mother died, and the boy prepared au outfit, packe d it on an extra horse, took a hundred dollars in his pocket aml started to roam, accompanied by a cowboy from the ranch. '!'hey were splendidly mounted aml armed, and fully able to take care of themselves. But they were ambushed by In

THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 29 His head felt dull, but when the doctor arrived and dressed the cut in his scalp, h e expressed himself as well, and sauntered out for a-walk and to purchase a new jacket and sombrero, both of which articles he had on being badly stained with blood and wine. Having suited his somewhat fastidious taste, he took rlinner and then went to look after his horse Comanche, intending to take a ride to limber himself up. his surprise and indignation, he found his saddle and brid':'e and horse gone, and was very coolly told by the stableman t .hat Kansas Keen had come there and taken them. and left word if he wanted them he could be found at the Monte Hall. Charlie at once felt, from all he had heard of the wild and reckless freaks of Kansas Keen, that the man was seeking trouble with him. To avoid it he knew that he would have to leave town, and men would call him a coward. He had already been iujured by the desperado, whom all seem e d to fear, and who had now stolen his horse, and he was not the youth to submi t tamely to a wrong done him. Going to his room in the hote l he looked carefully over his arms, and then started for the Monte Hall. Upon arriving at the Monte Hall, Chat'lie found that the man styling himself Kansas Keen had not arrived, would certainly be there t hat evening. Then he ret11rned to the hote l for supper, and was entertained by several with stories of Kansas Keen's bravery, his deviltry, the many men he had killed, and how everybody in Santa Fe feared him. This certainly was not cheerful news, but it did not deter him from his intention to demand his horse from the desperado, and shortly after dark he again went to the Monte Hall. The doorman told him that Kansas Keen had gone in an hour before, and paying his fee, he also entered the large saloon. It was a gambling and drinking saloon combined, with games of faro, moute and dice being played on all sides, and there \Ver e in the large room fully a hundred men made up of all classes in Santa Fe. Charlie glanced carelessly about him, though his eyes were searching for one person, and as he move d through the room he was recognized by some who had been to the fandago the night before, and a voice cried: "Hullo! there' s the young fellow as Kansas Keen baptized Arizona Charlie last night, with a bottle of wine." "Where is he?" called out a loud voice, and the man who had overheard the remark rose to his feet. It was Kansas Keen, the very man that the youth was in search of, and having been imbibing freely, he seemed ready for trouble. "I hain 't nothin' agin the boy, only I borrowed his horse, and left word where he'd find me if he wanted him," said the bully. "And I have found you, and now ask you by what right you dared take my horse?" 'Cause I wanted to, and by the same right I baptized you Arizona Charlie last night. Have you got anything to say agin m y actions?" All in the room were now attracted by the loud voice of Kansas Keen, and like men accustomed to such scenes, the crowd fell back on either side, leaving the two standing in a h11man lane "Yes; I have a right to say that in striking me as you did last night you were a coward, and in stealing my horse, you are a thief!" 'fbere was no mistaking this lRnguage, and a hum of ap plause at Charlie's pluck in hurling it in the teeth of the desperado went round the room. It was evident that Kansas Keen was matched for 011ce in his life, and not expecting the war to be carried into his own camp, he had been taken unawares, for the youth had covered him with his revolvers at the first word. Kansas Keen was no fool, and thus caught be answered: "You has a glib tongue, youngster, when you bolds all the trumps." "Yes, and if you don't g i,e up my horse I'll make you." "The horse is in my stable, and I'll keep him there until you come for him." "I'll have him now." I I "Well, you can't get him. "Then I'll have you1 life." There was not a doubt in the mind of any who gazed upon the.plucky boy that he meaRt what he said, and one of Kansas Keen's pards, wi shing to rescue his friend, called out: "I guesses this affair might be settled by a duel." "I'm willlng," cried Kansas Keen "I didn't want to kill you-I only want my horse," said Charlie. "Is you backing, pard?" asked the desperado. "From you, no; but I am a stranger here, and you insulted mei and struck me last night; but let that go; now, you have sto e n my hors e, and 1'11 have him back or kill you." "1'11 play you for him." "I don't play cards." "Then you has to fight for him. "All right if I must; but it must be to-night." "Now, if you wish it.." "Well, we'll settle it hern." "Who's yer fri.end'?" rudely cried the desperado. "I have no friends here," said Chat'lie, casting a glance around the room, and his eyes falling only upon strange faces. But he did have friends there, for a number of those present admired his pluck, and, hating the desperado, had determined to stand by the youth, and now, as he spoke, an officer of the army srepped forward and said : "I am Captain Kenton of the army, and will see that the bully takes no unfair advantage of you." "Thank you, sir," and Charlie at once lowered the weapon "hich he had all the time kept covering the heart of the bully. "I guess I'll settle with you, sir, after I've cut that youngster's eta ws," growled the desperado, offended at the officer calling him a bully. "Ail right, if Arizona Charlie, as you call him, don't kill you, I have no objection to saving the hangman trouble," was the cool reply of Captain Kenton, who then led Charlie across the room and stood him against the wall, while Kansas K,een's second did the same for him, for all present seemed to know how the affair was to be arranged. "You are a good shot?" asked the captain of Charlie. "A dead shot, sir," and there was no boasting in the tones. "You can depend upon your pistol?" "Yes, sir." "That fellow is as quick as a flash." "So am I." "You will both advance at the word, when I give it, and at the third step commence firin g on each other as you walk, and empty your pistols if one or the other does not fall," explained the captain. "I only want one shot," modes Uy said the youth, and Captain Fenton wa!! evidently pleased with the boy whose part he had taken. The two were now in position, each with his back to the wall, and a revolver in his hand. They were about forty paces apart, and a lane of humanity, fifteen feet wide, extended. across the room. All present knew Kansas Keen's deadly aim, having seen him in many a fierce fray; but they did not know what Charlie could do1 and trembled for the life of the daring youth, who was almost tndifferent. "Are you ready?" The question came from Captain Kenton. "I am all us ready," was Kansas Keen's gruff reply. I am ready, sir," said Charlie, in distinct tones. "March! One! two! three!" Roth had stepped forward at the word march, and as three left the captain's lips, two weapons flashed almost together. But the one which had flasbecl a second the quickest did the deadliest work, while the one who was hit did no harm It was Arizona Charlie who fired first, and his bullet pene trated the very centel' of the desperado's forehead, and laid him his length upon the floor, a dead man. A perfect yell of delight burst from the crowd, for at last a man had fallen whom no marshal in town dared attempt to arrest. An admiring crowd !lt once presserl arou11d the youth, while cheers went up from all sides for ".Arizona Charlie" until be was glad to seek refuge in departure, accompanied by his friend, the captain


30 THE BUFF l\LO BILL STORIES,. "Now, my boy, I advise yo u to leave town, for thnt fellow's friends will fry to assassinate you, and I can offer you pot luck with me, for I start to the fort as soon as I can get a guide." "I will be glad to take you there," said Charlie. "By the gods of war, but I am in luck, for we'll start at daybreak." "But I must answer for my killing of that man before a coroner,'' remarked the youth. "Nonsense, the town will consider t hat yon have done it a favor, and the alcalde will doubtless look yon up to give you a vote of thanks for ridding the community of a terror. "Come, get your horse, and we'll go to camp." Charlie did get his horse, and befor e midnight was asleep in the Government camp over which Captain Kenton had command. The start was made, and Arizona Charlie having jus t come from the trail, served as guide for the captain and his e s cort. On their way they ran upon a ba:nd of Indians double their force, but Charlie shot the chief at long range, and proved that he knew what it was to fight redskins Further on the trail they met. a man who rnported a party of white outlaws upon a raid, and a s they were but a short distanece off, Charlie proposed that they catch them. This they did, surprising the outlaws, dashing upon them, and to the joy of Captain Kenton, rescuing the general whom they had captured, and a l so the army paymaster at Fort Win gate, who bad a large sum of Government money. Upon the head of the outlaw chief there was a large reward, which, by killing the man at close range, Charlie earned. By such acts of heroism the youth soon made his way, and became an army scout, a position he held until he was twenty one. By_ that time Charlie had reached his growth, and stood six feet four in his soc k s while he had great broad shoulders. His strength, quickness and power of endurance were.almost superhuman. He had become a wonder in marksmanshiJ>, and all other sports, nnd coulcl mount his horse chase a huge wild steer, seize the tail, pass it between the hind l egs throw h im without seeming effort, and dismounting lariat i n baud, bind the beflst within a minute and a half. No one dared contest against him, and the fame of Arizona Charlie spread for and wide. When of age h e left the fort a nd returned to California to r eclaim his property. He bad hoped to have no more of the feud of his boyhood. But the fire still burned, and h e was sought by some of the old foes of his n ame. A desperate fight followed, l:iut Charlie was the victor, for, though badly wounded, he killed two of his foes and the other two never recovered from the wounds he gave them, though living over a year. Getting his propert y, Cliarlie determined to travel, and se two Ute Indians as large as himself, he sailed from San Francisco, taking with him bis horses and all things needed for athle ti c exhibition. In Honolulu, Japan, China Australia, New Zealand he traveled, known as" Arizona Charlie, the American Scout, and his Ute Indian Pards,'' and he gave entertainments of lasso throwing, shooting with rifle and revolver, knife throwing, high leaping, riding, and the throwing down and tying of wild cattle. 'rhese r ov ing entertainments he kept up for years, and made a g-reat deal of money, after which he se n t his Indians home, and continued his travels alone over the world for several year s more. Having seen the Old World to his satisfaction, he returned via South A merica, Mexico and New York, taking bis time m reaching his old home in Arizona, where are the graves of his mother and father, and there, in a fine ranch, he lh-es and thinks o ver the past-a past most eventful, and a strange one, indeed. ANOTHER PRIZE CONTEST! MORE THRllll G ADVENTURES SPALDINy MITTS1 iNFUIELDERS' CLOVES, BASEBALL BATS AND LONC DISTANCE rJECAPNONES ARE THe PRIZES THIS TIME. 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