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Buffalo Bill's red allies, or, Hand to hand with the Devil gang

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A EERLY PUBLlCA110li DEVOTED TO BORD.ER H l S>TORY issue d Wee "/j. y u scrzpt i oll $zso je"r year. ntered as econd Class Matter at /\ew York Post Office SMITH, 238-Wil zam St .. No. 44. Price, Five Cents. WITH HIS WAR-CRY RINGING ON IIIS LIPS, AND A REVOLVER IN EACH RAND, BUFFALO BILL RUSHED TO THE CHARGE. I I I.

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Trpenn(?[Pml1@ ffi0[1,f1 A WEEKLY PUBLICATION DEVOTED TO 60RDER HI 5TORY I Issu1d Weol:ly. By Subscnptilm S2so per year. Entered as Second Class Matter at the N. Y. Post Offict, by STREET & SMITH, 238 Wi7/iam St., N. Y. Entered accordinK to Act of Congress in tire year JQ02, in the Office of the Librarian of Congre ss, Wa s ht'ngton, n. C. No. 44. NEW YORK, March 15, 1902. Price Five Cents. Buffalo Bill's Red 1\llies; OR, 1HAND TO HAND WITH THE DEVIL GANG. By the author of "BUFF ALO BILL." CHAPTER I. BUFFALO BILL. 'Among the loungers on the piazza of the Bloc!( Hotel, as the principal house in Pokertown was called, was a man whose appearance would attract attention in any assemblage. He was a man over six feet tall, straight as a Mexi can lancero, had broad shoulders, small hands and feet, and dressed with an extravagance that was espe cially marked in that frontier town, where a blue woolen or red woolen shirts, and coarse pants, stuck in the tops of stout boots, was the makeup of the average citizen. The person in question, how.ever, wore black broadcloth stuck in cavalry boots, the heels of :which were adorned with massive spurs. His shirt was of soft white silk', the collar being turned down over his velvet sack coat, which open, displaying an embroidered belt, with a large silver buckle. :Yhat .the belt contained a pai;: of rev olvers and a knife, none that knew the man doubted, though they were not visible. A wide-brimmed slouch hat, encircled by a gold cord, aacl. fastened up on one side with a gold pin, a miniature revolver, sat jauntily upon his head, and .shadecl his darkly-bronzed, stern face. Though his face was stern and a trifle sad, yet it was very handsome, and there was that in it to inter est the most indifferent reader of the human countenance. Half-ahundred other men were on the piazza, in

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, THE BUFF J\LO_ BILL_ the barroom, or gTouped on the steps, yet none were the equal of this one, who, as he sat with his feet on the railing in front of him, puffing a cigar he seemed hugely to enjoy, appeared totally unconscious, or, if conscious, wholly indifferent to the fact that he was the object of almost universal attention, and of whis pe red 1conversation. Though he had a ranch some miles away from Pokertown, not often was he seen in the streets, and its citizens never saw him but they regarded him with interest, and their mien toward him proved that he was held in a certain awe. "Vv ell, Dan, the stage is just a little late," said he, as Dan Doyle, politely called Dan" by the boys, and the proprietor of the Block House, came forward to where his honored guest sat, smoking. "True, Bill, it is half-an-hour late, and I am al ways a trifle suspicious when it happens, since the Desperado Devils have begun collecting tolls, as they have of late." "So am I, Dan, as I am expecting some friends, as you know, soon, and in a few days will begin to run out with Andy, to be on hand should the Devils at tack them." "Don't do it, Bill, unless you have help inside, or you may yet turn up your toes, for the Devils are a fearful lot, they say, and their captain, Tiger, they call him, well deserves the. name-Ha! there goes Andy's horn now." As the words left the "governor's" lips, the clear notes of a stage horn came floating down from the mountain, and then followed the rapid rattle of wheels, and next the stage appeared in sight, dashing along at a slapping pace. "Something's wrong, or Andy would not drive that hill the way he does," said Dan, and all were on their feet now, gazing anxiously toward the coming stage---all but Buffalo Bill, who retained his seat an puffed away calmly at his cigar. A few moments of suspense, for there was ev1 dently something wmng with the coming stage, an Andy Rush reined his team up before the Bloc Hotel, and threw his lines to the stable boys, while he sprang to the ground. "Well, Andy?" called out the proprietor. "But it ain't well, Gov'nor Dan, as there has been trouble. "Are Buffalio Bill here?" was the reply of th driver. A dozen voices cried out: "He are." "Yes, I am i1ere, Andy; how are you?" and Bill approached, the crowd making way for him. "I have one of your friends inside, Bill, and t'other one got left on the road." "Which one?" and Buffalo Bill sprung to the stage door. "The old man. The gal are inside." Instantly the door was thrown open, and into Buffalo Bill's arms sprang a Jew peddler. The manner in which he continued on his way through the crnwd, and the shout of laughter which went up, proved that Bill was not pleased with the person who had so affectionately sprung into his arms. "Oh, Mr. Cody, thank Heaven I you here," said a low voice, and Buffalo Bill took the slender form from the vehicle, and led her into the hotel, w bile behind her came a young parson. ''Boys, this heur ge,pt are the new Bible churner, I reckon, jeclging from his looks, but he are the dog gondes fightin' parson I ever seen, as he jist laid two of the Desperado Devils out fer cold meat, an', 1' saved the old hearse, or I are a liar. 1

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 3 "Come, parson, and wet your wh istle, so thet ther Doxology will run smooth fallin' off a log, when er shouts it ter ther boys on a Sunday;" and, sliping his arm in that of the abashed young minister, drew him into the barroom, foHowed by the :rowd, curious to know all that had happened. But, now realizing that the admiration of the tlriver was going to force a drink upon him, the parson drew back, and said in an tone: "I thank you, my friend, for your kind invitation, out will be frank enough to tell you that liquor was at one time wellnigh my ruin, and only from the tl,egradation to which it dragged me did I rise to be come what I am now, a clergyman. "Waal, pard, yer knows best, but take a cigar, for [ admires yer, I do, an' if yer can sling Scriptur as rer can bullets, yer'll hit every sinner in Pokertown square, and call in ther chips of wickedness." The parson accepted the treat of a cigar, and then rought to escape, but Andy called out: "Boys, I'll not pour speerits down while ther parson are heur, or axe you ter do so, but when he are gone ter his den, then we'll take a leetle drop. l "But now, first and foremost, I wishes ter say, in her presence o' thar boss gospel grinder I ever see, ther Desperado Devils tackled us, and they got f wo o' my pilgrims, draggin' 'em out o' ther hearse, an' they would hev got more, ef it hadn't been for f.her .parson, who showed fight, when I didn't be lieve it were in him, an' tharby saved ther gold dust an' ther other pilgrims. "Now, boys, yer knows him by my interdooce, an' ef any man in Pokertown don't treat him white, he'll have ter settle with Andy Rush, an' go ter judgment: "Yer hyers me talk." "Three cheers fer ther fightin' parson!" yelled a oice, and in the yells that folJ.owed the min-ister managed to escape, and sought his room, while the crowd assembled around Andy, who told over minutely the incidents of the attack by the Desperado Devils. Into the parlor of the hotel Buffalo Bill escorted the maiden, whose face was white and full of anguish when she sank down upon the sofa. "Oh, Mr. Cody, my poor, poor father!" she groaned. "I received your father's letter, Miss Insley, teliing me that he would retmn soon, but I did not expect you for some days yet, or I would have gone to meet you." "Yes, we anticipated our starting time by several clays, but, tell me, is there no hope for my poor father?" "He was no t killed, then?" "No." "You were attacked by the Desperado Devils, I believe?" "Yes, some miles back on the mountains." "But how did you manage to escape?" "My father seemed tio feel most nervous as we drew near as though he had a presentiment of trouble, and asked the driver to go faster. He said he would attempt to run through if at tacked, for he recognized us as your friends, it seems. "But there was a man riding on the box with him, whom we all thought be a miner and a passP.ne;P.r, and when the driver attempted to run the gauntlet he prevented him, I believe, and the stage came to a halt. "Then the man whom vye thought to be a mmer appeared at the door, and he proved to be Captain Tiger himself, for by that name the leader of the outlaws is called, I believe. I

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4 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES "The young clergyman fired upon him, and wounded h im, for he staggered back, and I heard the cry to 'seize the girl.' "There was a b.dy in the coach with us, and she was seized and dragged out of one door, as my father was out of the other, and we would all have been captured had not the young clergyman killed two of the outlaws who gras,Ped me by the arms. "Then I fainted, and when I rec overed conscious ness the stage was standing still near a brook, and the clergyman was bathing my face. "The driver said that my father and the veiled .lady had been captured, and the minister's killing the two outlaws had saved us the gold, for he called to him to drive on. "That was a plucky young parson," said Buffalo Bill, in admiration. "He was, indeed, and I owe him more than I can ever repay. "But is there any hope for my father, and that poor lady, Mr. Cody?" "I hope so, and I believe so, Miss Insley. "At any rate, I shall take the trail at once to try to rescue them. "Please be sure and take plenty of men with you." "No, I shall go alone "Alone?" "Yes, as I can do better alone. "But did you recognize Captain Tiger as any one you had seen before, Miss Insley?" "No, sir." "There was nothing about him that struck you familiarly?" "There was not." "Describe him, please." "He was in rough miner's dress, slouch hat, and had bushy head and beard." "A small man?" "No, rather tall and stout." "His eyes?" "Were very bright, but I do not know the color.'" "But he did not strike you as being your old foe Harcourt, in ?" The maiden shuddered, and answered in a low tone: "Oh, I-:Ieaven forbid! As he had not been heard from for so long, so you wrote my father, I believed and hoped, wicked as it may s eem for me to say so, that he was dead . "I will tell you frankly, M i s s Insley, that it is now my beli e f that he is not dead, and, if alive, the character of Captain Tiger just fits him. "But do not be alarmed, for I will do all I can to save your father, as soon as I have had a talk with that brave young preacher and Andy, I vvill start on the trail of the Desperado Devils." "From my heart I thank you, Mr. Cody, but I fear so to have you go alone "I can work better alone. "N of, go to your rooms, the ones you had when you were here before, Dan will make you as comfortable as possible." She silently pressed his hand, and turned away, and then Buffalo Bill entered the barroom, where his coming was greeted with a shout of welcome from his numerous admirers. 'CHAPTER II. TH:i;: COUNCIL. "Andy, I wish to see you for a moment," said Buf. falo Bill, when he had asked the party present before I the bar to "take something," an invitation whid was accepted with promptitude. { "Waal, Bill, I suppose yer wants ter heur I i

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ifHE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 5 shout about that trouble up in ther hills?" said Andy, when the two were in Bill's.room together. "Yes, Andy, for I ,am on a scent I intend to nm a own. "Tell me all you know." "I'll do it, but let me git ther sky pilot, fer he can talk of wh a t he seen, and maybe he can help yot;i." "Do so, Andy, and I will await you here. Andy disappeared, but s'Oon returned, accom pani ed by the young minister. Bill saw that the clergyman had a face that was handsome, and very attractive. He vrns neatly dresse d in a black s uit which showed to advantage a fine form, and bowed as he entered the rooms with the air of one who wanted bo be on friendly terms with the world in general. "This are ther pulpit-pounder? Bill, and he are clear grit, as were Sampton as slugged ther P'illis tin's with a jaw bone. "Pulpit pard, this heur are William Cody. "His Christian cognomen are Bt1ffalo Bill, an' ef yer could jest see him sail inter a row and send ners ter glory, it would delight yer halleujah soul clean through. "Gents, s h ake, fer I interdooces yer." .With this characteristic introduction, Bill and the parson shook hands. But, suddenly s tartin g, as though he had forgotten something of importance, Andy said : "Pard, dern my soul ef I ain't forgot ter ax yer handle." "You mean my name, I suppose, Mr. Rush?" said the parson, with a smile "Mister Rush Waal, that does gi t me! "I hain't been calt Mister Rush sin' Adam were a baby, biblycally speaki n', pulpit pard, o n your ac count. "Yas, I do m ean ye r name, but if yer has did anything that hes caused yer ter advertise it an' sail out heur ter be a Bible banger, ji st shout and any old name will do." "I a1!1 not ashamed of my name, my friend. "It is Harvey Haviland." "Good name fer a picter book, I declare. "Bill this are Pars-on Harvey Haviland, who are ter run ther meetin'-ho11se o' Pokertown in opposi tion ter Carrot's bar and ther Palis o' Fortin, and if he do esn't strik e ther bed rock o' sin, the1i I are a l ia r. The young minister lau g hed lig htly, and, wishing to check A ndy's t ongue, which had been set gomg by a few extra drinks Buffalo Bill said: "Parson, I am glad to welcome you to Pokertown, and you can count 011 me for a friend. "But, as Miss Insley, who was your fellow-pas senger to-clay, and her father are old friends. of mine, I wish you to tell me all that you can regarding the attack on the stage by the Desperado Devil s." "I will do so with pleasure, Mr. C o dy," said the parson, whose face had flushed at the mention of the name of Edna Insle y "Did you notice the leader, sir?" "I did, for I fired on him." "And wounded hirri ?" "Yes, for he staggered b<>.ck, and fell on one knee. "But the shot seemed not fatal, for I saw him rall y quickly, and issue orders." "How many men had he with him?" "Nine ." "\"!as he a man who was on the .stage in the garb of a miner?" "He was." "But took command as soon as he sprung from the box?" J I' .... /

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6 THE BUFF J\.LO BlLL STORIES. 'Yes, but was disguised, for one-half of his beard was tucked in, as though he had hastily put on a fal!>e wig and beard. "Thet is jist what he did do, tho' I bev not sed it afore, Bill." "What did he do, Andy?" "Waal, when I started ter run thr6ugh ther fire, thet miner youth by me jist levelled a revolver at my head, and then he jerked off his wig and beard, and I sa-.v I heel bee n sold in thinkin' he was honest." "Describe him, "Andy. "Without his toggery ?" "Yes." "Waal, I were jist a leetle flurried, but he were a han'some as far as I see, with smooth face, yaller h air, and an eye thet hed ther glitter o' a snake. "And he resumed his disguise again?" "He did fer sartin." "It was a preconcerted arrangement, sir, doubtless, between the captain and his men, and they came to his aid promptly," put in the Rev. Harvey Haviland. "They i s well trained; but, Bill, yer shud hev seen ther parson drop two of 'em, both hit squar' in ther forehead, as true as he c'u'd sling a hymn book at a deacon fer raisin' ther wrong tune. "I saw, said the minister, calmly, as though wishing_ to excuse his having taken life, "that the des peradoes meant the worst kind of mischief, for they had fired full in the face of a Jew, who was a pas senger, and Mr. Insl ey, and his daughter seemed to be their particu lar game, for the gentleman was seized and dragged from the stage, while a veiled lady, evidently mistaken for Miss Insley, was also pulled out of the vehicle "Ah! you think she was taken by mistake then for Miss Insley?" asked Bill, qu i ckly. "I do, sir." -. "I am not usually flurried in danger Mr. Cody, and I saw all that passed," was the quiet reply. "I bet yer; fer he we r e as cool as ther leadin' attraction at a funeral, an', pard, ef yer is a glo:y shouter now, I'll bet my leaders ag'in' yer Old Testament thet y e r had been whar shootin' was did in t' other days Buffalo Bill noticed that this random shot of Ancty Rush seemed to h it home, for the yo ung clergyman turned slightly pal e, and a shadow crossed his face, as though the remar k had opened an o l d wound, while he said, in a hasty way: "Yes, the leader was disguised, and I feel confident that Mr. and Miss Insley we r e his game, as much as the gold. ".\nd I believe you are right, sir, and your words will go far in aiding me to identify the leader." "Captain "Yes, so called." "You think you know him, then?" "I do, as one both Mr. Insley and his danghter have cause to dread. "The truth is, the parson and I wish it t o go no further, Andy. "I'm deaf, dumb and blind on secrets, Bill." "I know that I cav. trust Andy, and will say that Mr. Insley was once a miner, and struck a good lead, but he had an enemy, who sought to find out where he had hidden his gold, and, getting him in his power, tried to wring the secret from him by tor ture. "In this he failed, and Mr. Insley and his daughter, aiter an absence of some time in the East, believing their old foe dead, were coming vVest to get the buried. treasure when this attack was made. "Fortunately, Miss Insley escaped, but, unfor-

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THE BUffALO BILL STORIES. 7 tunately, Mr, Insley is in the hands of Captain Tiger, wh o I believe to be none other than his old enemy "But how did he know, if he be the man you think, that the father ahd daughter were coming \Vest?" asked Parson Haviland. "I received a letter some time ago from Mr. Insley, telling me he would come West soon, and the letter had been opened, I am now confident. "As it must have been opened by Captain Tiger, who again replaced it in the mail, he knew its contents, and, in disguise went back on the Overland Mail, met Mr. Ins ley and his daughter, and came vVest again on the same stage w,ith therq." "He joined us at Flushtown," said the parson. "Yas he bounced upon thcr bo x with me at Flush town, added Andy. "vVell, he is none other than their old foe I am morally certain, and I hope, parson, that your wound did not prove fatal." "If it would save the life of Miss Inslt:y's father, and her from harm, I sincerely hope so, myself, though my cloth is not worn by those who kill gen eraUy," :ras the fervent reply of the young preacher. "He shall" not di e by that villain's hands, and she shall not suffer if I can prevent it. ".Now, I must start to work, and, parson, if I need your aid, I know Yessed in a suit of corduroys, wore his pants stuck in the tops of his boots, and was armed with revolvers, and knife that looked as though they were meant for use and not show. The place he was seated upon the rocks was a canon's end, and so far overarched by the rocky sides as to form almost a cave. The spot was called by the few vvho knew of its existence, "Satan's Den," and the approach to it was so wild and forbidding that the name did not seem inappropriate. "Well, I have kept my part of the agreement, for I am here and I have been here for three days, and if they don't come, I'll go now and see who I can get in Pokertown to }oin me in the wo rki for I have sworn that that man shall die, and I will keep my word or lose my life." The man spoke aloud, and with savage earnest ness, and then he sprang to his feet, as though urged to motion by his thoughts, and began to pace to and fro Suddenly he halted, for there fell on his ear the sound of iron ringing against rock A moment after a voice was heard saying: "Waal, this are well called Satan's Den, an' I guesses we'll find ther devil at home, pards, as I seed er horse up yonder." He pointed to where an animal was visible up the caflon, lariated out near a spring.

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8 THE BUFF J\LO BILL STORTES. It was the horse of the man in the retreat. The speaker was one of four men, all well mounted, well armed, and roughly dressed as miners They were hard-looking characters, a single glance was sufficient to shO\v, ani! just such a quartet as might be employed in any devilish work. "Yes, the devil's at home," and e man in the corduroys stepped out from the shadow of the overhanging rocks, and confronted the four horsemen, who instinctively drevv rein and their revolvers at the same time "Yer skeert us, parcl," said one, as all now seemed to recognize the man. "If you are that easily frightened, you'll be no good for the work I want you to do," was the reply. "Try me, thet's all, fer I am not as scary as I looks. "But here we is, parcl; what's yer name?" "Call tne Captain Corduroy." "It'll fit yer, and thet's ther handle we'll hold yer by. "But we is heur." "So I see, but late." "The Bible said, when I were a Sunday-school kid, it are better late than never ter git thar," said the man who seemed to be the of the four men. "True; well, dismount, and after we have had something to eat, we'll talk over the work to be done," and Captain Corduroy threw some sticks on a fire nearby, and spread out frome edibles from his haversack. The quartet lariated their horses out to feed, and soon the five were busy discussing the contents oi their provision "Now, Captain Corduroy, shout ther music m which we is ter join in ther chorus," said Carr, the former speaker among the fou r \ "\Veil, when I sought you in the mines I told you to engage three good men and true for some work that would bring good pay. "And heur are ther gents, though I doesn't swar they is good or true, fer ther characters is left behind them. "But, cap'n, they hes ther grip o' a wildcat, and kin hold on like a bulldog." "Just the kind of men I want, for the one on whose trail I am and have been for two years, is a man hard to get away with "And is we five gain' ter grip on one man?" "Yes." "\Ve'll chaw him up "Not so easily as I have known him to kill five men in less than two minutes." "Durnation who are the hunting hyena on two legs?" "He is called Buffalo Bill." "Buffalo Bill!" "Yes, perhaps you have heard of him?" "Heard o' him? Pard, you is jokin', for we hasn't heard o' nobody else in these parts o' late. "Yer see, he got away with Dagger Dan, the noted road-agent, cap'n, and then he fanned out a gang as tackled him at his ranch, and news come Hoatin' up to us how he got ther drop on ther two chaps as called themselves Blond and Brunette Bill, and, I tell yer, he are a terror." "Then you understand why I want five men to do the work of calling in his chips." "I does." "He has a ranch not far from here, and on the trail to Pokertown. "If we don't find him on his ranch, he'll be m Pokertown." "Yas."

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. "vVhen we meet him, I will give a signal, and we'll open on him together." "Yer don't like him then?" "No, sir." "Yer don't 'pear ter, do so." "I hate him, and I have sworn to kill him." "But yer wants he lp?" "Yes, as there must be no mista,ke this time." "Yer hez tried it on, then, before?" "I have. "But his toes wouldn't turn up far enough?" "Curse him! he killed my brother." "Were yer brother sich a leetle lamb as ter let him do it?" "My brother was a wild, reckless fellow, but had a good heart. "Lordy yer wasn't able to see yer broth et planted?" "No; but I live to avenge him, and, as I told you up in the camps, I will pay you well for your work." "vVaal, we is ther pets ter do ther biz." "I have found out hi s haunts since I saw you, and know just where to find him if he is not at his ranch. "vVe will pretend to be miners from the upper camp, traveling around for a little spree, and when we meet Buffalo Bill, keep your eyes on me, and, at a given signal, I will draw, and you do the same, and if I don't drop him, then you do the work." "We'll be thar, but it do look jist a leetle rough for five o' us "ter jump on one ma11." "If you see the man you won't think so "Waal, he do hev ther name o' being a howling "He was drunk one day, and, in sport, was going_ terror, and it are safer ter tackle him with odds. to hang up a nigger, just to scare him." "But there are trees in this kintry, pard, and they "Likely it did scare him, too?" do say as how thar be Vigilantes around. "He did not ,intend to kill him, only to have some fun with him, and Buffalo Bill interfered, there was a row and he killed poor Jim." "vVaal ?" "My other brother, Sandy, and myself started on the track of Buffalo Bill to avenge poor Jini. "And whar are Sandy Corduroy, now?" aske
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' 10 THE BUFF l\LO BILL STORIES. country, and having dug out a rich harvest of gold ancl metal, had come to spend a little of it in having a good time. There were of them present, and they were evidently having a "good time," according to their ideas, for they were drinking heavily, and one of their number, a large man, clad in cordur oys, was "stand ing treat" continually for the thirsty souls in Poker town, whose thirst seemed to
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I l'HE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 11 It was evident that Carr and his immediate friends were sorry to see Captain Corduroy "let the cat out of the bag," or divulge the secret, for they could see that Buffalo Bill was not so unpopular there as they had been led to believe, and as they had heard that he was in town, they felt that to kill him without trouble to themselv es from the citizens there must be some good cause on their part. Having given his advice to Captain Corduroy, Andy called for drinks, and when they had been disposed of, he slipped out of the crowd. Going to Bill's worn, he failed to find him, and then he strolled down to the store where he always traded. There he found him, laying in a supply of provi sions for a trip, and also filling his cartridge boxes with ammunition. "Waal, Bill, yer is fixin' fer ther trail, it seems," he said. "Yes, Andy, for I start out soon to see what I can trace out regarding where the outlaws have taken Mr. Insley and that unfortunate lady." "Bill, ef I wasn't tied to ther Overland, I would go .with yer, but, as yer knows, I hes ter go out in the mornin' agin with therold hearse." "I know it, Andy,
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12 THE BUFF J\LO BILL "'vVe can soon find ot;t, Andy." "I knows it, fer arter I left them, that Chineeman washerwoman at ther hotel asked whar was, an' said as how Miss Insley wanted ter see yer. "I told Chinee I would look yer up, and I passin' ther door when I heard the followin' remark: "'Cap'n, ef yer gives ther thing away, Buffalo Bill will suspect, for somebody will tell him, and then up goes our toes.' "I looked in ther window, Bill, and I see it were ther stranger pards a-chinnin' together, and I says ter myself: "'I guess I'Jl put Bill on his guard.'" "And I thank you, Andy." "Now, do me a favor." "I'll do it ef it's ter get drunk, Bill." "No; simply go back to the hotel and sit on the piazza, and when you see me coming up the street, cry out: 'There comes Buffalo Bill.' "But they' 11 get ready for you, Bill." "No, not sooner than I will for them. "If they show sign s to prove I am their game, you wave your hat to. me, and I'll set the circus going. "Now, describe them, plea se." This Andy did in his quai?t way, and while Bill went after his splendid black horse, Midnight, the driver returned to the hotel. CHAPTER V. A HO'!' FIGHT. When Andy returned to the Block Hotel, he first sought the parlor, for the Chinese waiter had fold him he would there find Miss Insley. 'I found Bill, miss, and he said he were comin'." "Yes; I wished to see him before he departed on his p_erilous expedition, to make known to him a haunt where he may be able to find my poor father, if he has not been killed, and I asked the Chinese t find him for me." ''I found him at the store, miss, and he \Vill be heur soon, and if yer wishes tcr see an immortal row, jist yer lie low in this heur parlor and wait fer ther :nusic ter begin." "I must confess l do not understand you, Mr. Rush," said the mystified young g1rl, with a slight smile. "\i\laal, there arc a gang o' geloots in thcr bar, and they hev come down from Calamity City, I'm a thin kin', ter go fer Bill; and he knows thar biz, and as he are comin' ter inquire inter it, ther ball will soon open." "But will you allow a number of men to attack your ?" "Oh, I'll be thar, miss, and thar shan't be no underhand game played again Bill. "But I must leave yer, miss, and jist yer wait heur a leetle." \Vith this remark, Andy Rush left the parlor, and Edna Insley, riveted by a fascination she could not resist, remained standing by the window, half-hidden by the heavy coarse curtains, and waiting breathlessly for the carping of what the driver had called a "circus." In the meantime, the driver re-entered the bar, and found the crowd still drinking heavily, and getti11g more intoxicated each moment. But he saw that Captain Corduroy and his comrades, though they had seemingly drunk freely, were apparently more sober than when he had left them, which the further convinced him that they were play ing a part, and were not allowing themselves to lose control of their faculties. The of the dri\er was greeted with a

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\fHE BUffJ\LO BILL STORIES. 13 shout of welcome, and of course he had to drink, and Captain Corduroy treated; but Andy did n<\t swallow the liquor, and watching closely, he saw that the strangers also failed to drink the contents of their glasses, a circumstance none of the drunken' crowd observed. Going out on the pia zza, Andy called out: "Pard strangers, ther comes a man, ef yer wants ter see one, who hesn' t got his eke! i:1 these heur parts." Captain Corduroy and his pards were on the alert <'it once, and, passing out into the hallway, joined Andy Rush on the piazza, followed by a number of the crowd. Almost involuntarily, Captain Corduroy called out: "Buffalo Bill !-be i-eady !" Andy heard the words and asked quickly: "Say, pards, does yer mean harm Bill?" "He means harm to me, and I will but protect my self," cried Captain Corduroy. "All right, that'll be squar, but es didn't see yer, I'll jist shout and tell him." Then he raised his voice and shouted: "Ho, Bill! thar are danger camped on yer trail heur !" The warning caused a dead silence to follow, and Captain Corduroy and his pards dropped their hands upon revolvers, as though to first turn them on Andy Rush. But he had his "eapon out already, and the strangers seemed to realize that he was not the man to pick a quarrel with then and there, for a dozen friends were around him. But with Bill it was different, and Andy's hail had given out a declaration of war. A man ever cool, Captain Corduroy was for an instant only nonplused, but then he "Yes, pards, I have come to be on Buffalo Bill's trail, for he killed my two brothers, and right here I intend to avenge them." This caused a general scattering of the crowd from the piazza for they were not too to forget that self-preservation is the first law of nature, and they into the barroom with an alacrity that was amusing. Not because he feared to remain did Andy go too, but he thought that from a window he could better aid Bill, and he took up his stand just inside and waited for what might follow. The strangers had held their ground. They had proven themselves generous fellows in faci!ig the bar, and they would not flinch now, where it was a case of five against one man, no matter what the reputation of that man might be. "Give out ther hymn, cap'n, and we'll shout ther doxology," cried Carr. "I will meet him first," said the avenger oi two brothers, and he stood b, '1e door of the )10tel. "Thet bein' ther case, fa11 back a leetle," and Carr gave a backward step or two, which was fol lowed by his immediate comrades. "You'll lose your gold if you desert me," savagely cried Captain Corduroy. "Hain't desertin', only takin' up a more safer po sish, cap'n." In the meantime Buffalo Bill was coming toward the hotel, his horse at a slow walk. He had answered the hail of Andy with a wave of his hand and showed no other sign that he understood it. He saw t he sudden decamping of the crowd, and s miled, and then his eyes fell upon the tall form of Captain Corduroy, and all saw that he ha'd recog nized him, for he gave a slight start.

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" f 4 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. He was mounted upon his matchless black, Midnig ht, sat easily in his saddle, and was e v idently equipped for a journey. As he drew near the steps leading to the hotel They saw shot upon shot poured upon him, and then his struck the pistol from Captain roy' s hand. They, beheld one of the gang fire fro m the bar-piazza, lie drew rein and said: room window upon him with a rifle and then saw "I thought you were in your grave, Dud Duncan." Captain Cordumy fall, then another and another of "No, Buffalo Bill, I have lived to avenge my broth ers, was the savage reply, and the man drew his revolver. "Then it is war?" said Bill at the same time drawing his weapon. "Yes, war to the death!" said Captain Corduroy, and with the la s t v vord he threw forward his revol ver to fire. But ere it could flash. the report_ of Bill's w e ap o n was heard, and the bullet shattered the pistol of his foe, knocking it from his hand. "Come boys, at him!" cried Captain Corduroy, shaking his hand severely stunned by the shock, yet very slightly wounded. Then, wit h his ringing on his lips a revoi-.. ver in each hand, and his spurs held to the flanks of Midnight, Buffalo Bill ru s hed to the charge. It was a thrilling, desperate scene, and the pi s tol shots rung out quickly. Reaching the steps the noble horse bounded up them, with his daring rider, and it was more tha n the human nature of the Calamity City pards could stand, and they gave back before the desperate ad v;;i .l:'...c!:' .:-if the man who rushed upon them, horse and horseman seeming to be one, and bent on one purpose, and that to kill. There are circumstances that cannot be accounted for by any ordinary reasoning, and the escape of Buffalo Bill from instant death in his desperate charge on horseback was one that, though hundreds saw it, they c-ould not understand. I the scout's assailants drop before the deadly aim of the assailed and then the n o ble black animal bestrode by t he daring man was sa fely upon the piazza, and, urged on by his anger-ma ddened rider, he bounded into the hallway, and then into the bar room, where he was brought to a sudden halt. ThE;re w a s a wild scattering, and even Carrots, accustomed as he was to wild scenes and wilder men, I d o dged behind the bar. One of the g ang was the game that Buffalo Bill had followed there, and hotly pursued by his mounted foe, he had turned at bay. There were two shots, one that went into a hea t, and one that did no harm. It was the Cafamity City man who dropped dead. And as he fell, Buffalo Bill dismounted and coolly s a i d : "Carrots, s e t up the drinks for the crowd, and don't forget Midnight, for he d eserves a gla ss of your best brandy." There was no excitement about the man whatever now, and the mad fever that had been upon h i m was gone. Come, gentlemen, let us have something," and he turned his piercing eyes over the room. Then from under tables, behind chairs, up from the other side of the bar, through windows and doors, where all had taken refuge who could, came of thirsty men, in silent, almost appalled admiration of the man they had jus t seen do a deed none had deemed

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l'HE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "You hain't even nipped, is you, Bill?" asked Andy, coming in from the hallway. "No, Andy." "I was sent ter see." "Who sent you?" "The young lady." "Ah!" "Better come in soon as yer takes suthin', Bill, as she has a present for yer." "Take something, Andy." "N-0, th
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THE BUFF ALO BILL S T OR I ES. "Now is my chance, Buffalo Bill, and I never miss at close quarters!" hoarsly hissed the villain, and with the side of the window for a rest, he ran his eye along the barrel of his revolver. Buffalo Bill was not six feet from him, and the curtain concealing his foe, he did not see him, and it looked as though death must certainly follow the shot. But ere the finger
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THE BUFF J\LO BILL STORIES. 17 "Ef he don't kill thet varmint, guess he'll mark will send a message to Captain Corduroy, or Dud him," and Andy went in search of Bill, while Edna Duncan, by him." and her prisoner breathlessly waited, the former "I'll carry it fer yer, pard Bill, and I'll wrestle in fearing he might have been killed or mortally, prayer fer yer," cried the villain. \vounded, the latter fearing he was not. "Prayer from such as you is a mockery," said Edna, It was certainly a surprise to Buffalo Bill upon with a look of contempt. entering the parlor of the hotel to find Edna Insley "I suppose you know, sir, that Captain Corduroy, standing guard over'the body of a man, lying prosas you call him, escaped?" trate on his face, and bound securely with the "No, pard, fer I came in heur, not wishin' ter shoot maiden 's scarf. yer or git hurted myself." "Mr. Cody, I am so glad to see that you are not wounded," and she stretched forth her hand, which Bill took while he answered: "No, strange to say, I escaped unhurt, and I am surprised .at the wretchedness of their firing, but who have you there, Miss Insley?" "One of your foes, who, fearing to face you, ran in here and would have shot you from the window had I not prevented him." "Pard, pretty as her mouth are, it's a aodging truth now," put in the prisoner. "Silence sir! are you one of the gang of Captain Corduroy?" "Who are he, pard ?" "Are you from Calamity City?" "Never was thar." Buffalo Bill stepped out of the parlor and returned with Andy. "Is he one of them, Andy?" "He are." "That settles it, and I have to thank you, Miss Insley, for saving my life. "Now, what shall I do with your prisoner?" "I hope you won't kill him," said Edna. "No, I never hit a man when he's down." "Better mark him, Bill," suggested Andy. "No, as he has done no harm, I'll let him go, and. I "I have no doubt that you wished to escape injury yourself, sir and it is well for you that you came in here, for three of your comrades lie dead out there; but it would have been the end of me had not this lady been here to thwart your little game, ." "And she are a screamer, pards, fer she jist took me in out of mischief, and yer see how she hev got me fixed." "Yes, and you are fortunate to escape death at my hands, for I was sorely tempted to shoot you," said Edna indignantly. "Lordy, I'd a sot heavy on yer conscience, miss; but you do look as though you'd hev cijpped my spurs fer me, ef yer didn't let daylight inter my "Now, sir," said Buffalo Bill, "I suppose you know where to find Captain Corduroy?" "I might be able to strike his trail." "Vv ell, see that you do, and also see that the sunset finds you out of Pokertown." "It will, fer a fact." "Tell Captain Corduroy that circumstances caused me to kill his brothers, and that now that I know him to be on the path of revenge against me, that I, too, will strike the same trail against him, and kill him when and wherever I find him. Go!" He unfastened the scarf as he spoke, and glad to escape, the villain darted out of the door, his haste causing Andy to laugh heartily.

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1 8 THE BUF F !\LO BILL STORIES. "Mr. Cody," said Edna, "I remembered after your leaving, that my father's foe, and mine, had a secret haunt in the Dead Man's Caftan, as it was called, that he believed the most secluded of all, and there, if he has not killed my father, he would doubtless take him, aware as he is that you are acquainted with his other retreats. "That is, if, as you believe, Captain Tiger is Hugh Harcourt." "I do believe it, Miss Insley, and I thank you for your information, for there will I seek your father, for rest assured, he is not dead." "Oh, that I could think .so!" "You are a ware that by killing your father l?e could not gain the information he seeks, and he will doubtless try to force from him the secret." "What will he not suffer, and how deeply do I feel for that poor lady, whoever she may be, who is in the power of these vile ruffians!" "I leave at once, Miss Insley, and Mr. Dale, the proprietor, and the young clergyman, M r Haviland, who is a splendid chap, you can call on should you need aid or advice." "Good-by;" and ten minutes after, Buffalo Bill was mounted upon Midnight, and riding quickly out of Pokertown, which was still in a state of intense excitement over the late thrilling scenes enacted there. Watching his departure from the window of a cabin up the valley, was the villain whom Edna Insley had captured. "Go on, Buffalo Bill, but our trails will meet .again, and in settin' me free yer hes shown mercy ter a wolf," he muttered savagely. CHAPTER VI. THE CAPl' IVES. r:fhe pretended miner who had ridden on the box with Andy Rush, and. so suddenly changed himself into a very different looking personage fr.om what he had assumed to be, was certainly nonplused by the sudden turn affairs took when he believed he held the winning hand. The young clergyman, he saw, was the man who fired upon him, and hit him, too, though the wound was no. t severe, yet it gave him a sudden shock, and to him, too, he knew that he owed the escape of the stage and its treasure. The gold carried in the coach he had been anxious to get, especially as he had promised the greater part of it to his men, if he captured the passengers he had made up his mind to get in his power, and it was the treasure the men were most anxious to get their clutches upon. But in the very moment of success, one bold man, and he wearing the garb of a clergyman, had wrestled from them the treasure. "But I have you, Boyd Insl
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l'HE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 19 reason to hold me in your power, I am glad the mistake was made." "Thank you, miss, for your kinds words, and you have saved my daughter much misery, for I believe this Y\Tetch to be working in the interests of one whom I thought and hoped was dead, yet now feel assured mus t be alive," said Mr. Insley. "\Vho, for instance?" said the chief. "The name you bear, sir, would fit him well, for he had a tiger heart." "His name?" "Which one would you know?" "Has he tw.o ?" "He bas a number." "Ah! by which one did you know him, may I ask?" "I will call him Hugh Harcourt." "Hugh Harcourt?" The. name fairly burst from the lips of the veiled lady, and her startled words could riot but attract the attention of the man, who turned and glanced curi ously upon her, while she said, addressing Mr. Insley: "Hugh Harcourt is the name, you say?" "Yes." "It seems to me that I have heard it before, but you, sir, are in my power, and I am Captain Tiger, chief of the Desperado Devils." "I have heard that Captain Tiger was tall, splen didly formed, with a dark face, handsome, full of fascination for those who saw not the evil beneath the surface, while you are--" "Quite the opposite, miss, though a large man, I am, as you see, neither gracefully formed nor hand some," and Captain Tiger again turned his searching gaze upon the veiled lady, as though striving to see the face she so carefully concealed. Just then a man approached and said something to Captain Tiger, addressinghim in Sioux, which both seemed to understand perfectly, but which they be lieved was an unknown tongue to the prisoners. He said: "The stage e scaped, and the boys have returned and with them, Sandy Tom, who is just from Pokertown, and reports that Buffalo Bill is in town, and evidently plotting mischief against us." "Yes, and my word for it, that Buffalo Bill yet causes each one of this band to swing for this day's work," burst out Mr. Insley, unmindful of the fact that it were better did he keep the secret of his understanding the Sioux tongue to himself. "Ha! you understand Indian, do you? "\i\T ell, you have befriended us all in making the fact known, and I thank you,"" and Captain Tiger bowed with marked respect. Mr. Insley bit his lips with chagrin at the mistake he had made, and remained silent, while Captain Tiger again spoke to the man who had just brought news of Bill being in Pokertown, and who was none other than Hyena, the second in command of the band. "Hyena, bring horses for these prisoners, and then we will go to our stronghold, for I expect the Vigi lantes will take our trail after this day's work," said the leader. "There is no doubt of it, and for the risk we run this lady and gentleman should be made to pay a royal ransom to us," answered Hyena, who was a man evidently in former life accustomed to the best I societr, and, though fallen and crime-stained, yet had a polish of manner that was marked, even in perpetrating his most devilish acts of cruelty. That he was disguised was evident, and even Cap tain Tiger, it was said, had never seen his face free from the false beard he wore. In obedience to the order ;f his superior, he lea horses into the canon and placed the veiled lady in a side-saddle, evidently bought for the use of Edna Insley, as easily as though she had been a child, for she offered no resistance. Mr. Insley was then aided to mount, and the party rode away further into the mountain recesses. A narrow trail, which forced them to ride in Indian file, led for several miles around the sides of the mountains, through canons that were mere spits in ..

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20 -THE BUFF f\LO BILL STORIES. the hills, acro.ss foaming torrents at fords known only to the desperadoes, and where the misstep of a horse would hurl him and his rider on with the current, and dash them to atoms on the cataracts below. For months, it was said, the o u t l aw captain had li ved a lone in these hills, cafions and mountains, and a ll that t ime his daily work was to find a safe retreat from foes That safe retreat he most certainly did find, for no one unacquainted with the secluded spot could follow the trail leading to it, and even those who knew it well, in broad dayligh t needed all t h e i r nerve and skill to keep to it. By n ight the captain, alone, it was said, had the hardihood to follow it, and Hyena, making the attempt by moonlight, had lost his horse, and barely escaped with his life Purest streams of water flowed through the basin, and beneath the clump of majestic trees were half-a dozen white tents, the mark of the U. S. upon them, showing that they had been captured from the army. A tent, evidently intended for some general, was the abode of the outlaw chief, and soft bear, buffalo, and panther skins served as a carpet, a Mexican hammock as a bed \!\Tith a table covered with books, severa l easy carpet camp-chairs, and other articles of comfort, it was by no means a disagreeable abiding place "Here, my veiled l ady, will be your home unti l we can ai.:range upon ter ms wh i ch will give you your freedom," and the chief turned to aid the lady to dis mount. But discarding his offered hand, she sprung lightly t o the ground and entered the marquee. "There, Mr. Insley, are your quarters for the pres e : Jt, and it will depend upon you what they will be i n the future," and Cap t ain T iger led the way to a t e n t nearby. Upon raising the fly Mr. Insley started, for he saw that within a cage of iron rods had been ingeniously made. It was about se\'en feet square, had a canvas ham-mock and a camp stool within as furnitu re, and that was all. A door just large enough to admit a man was in front, and two padlocks hel d it secure l y. "That, s i r, was made of iron rods captured from one of Uncle Sam's quartermaster wagons, and one of my men has manufactured a safe cage for you to dv,rell in, as you see, Mr. Insley," said Captain Tiger. "Great God! will you confine me in t_!iere like a wild beast?" and the poor man shrunk away. "For th. e present, yes, and after that you are to determi ne w h a t i s t o be you r fate. "Unbind him, Hyena, and put him in his cage, for he is a rare bird I do not wish to escape," and Cap tain Tiger turned away with a rude laugh, while the poor captive was thrust into the iron-barr ed prison. The following morning Captain Tiger wended lj is way to the large canvas tent where the veiled lady was. Her veil still concealed her face, and observing it, he looked disappointed. But he asked: ''Do you still assert that you are not Edna Insley?" "I do." "Your voice is strangely like hers?" "Voices are often alike," was the calm response. "Your form and general appearance also resemble 'her "Yet I am not the lady you deem me "How could I be so mistaken, for I saw her face distinctly, and she, too, yvas dressed in da r k clothing, and when wounded, I bade Hyena to seize her, and you I find instead of Miss Insley-that is, if you are truthful in your denial. "vVill you permi t me to see your face?" "When I have heard what your intention regarding me i s." "To obtain ransom. "You have a different motive regarding Miss ?" "Yes." "And her unfortunate father?"

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THE BUFF J\LO BILL STORIES. 21 "Yes." "But will you release me for ransom." "I will." "Name your price." "Are you rich?" "I am able to pay a fair sum." "Such as a couple of thousand, for instance?" "Yes, but upon conditions." "Then I must make the amount large:: to meet the conditions." "I will not pay one dollar more." "Then five thousand it must be." "Upon conditions." "Name them." "You said you knew of one named Hugh Harcourt?'' The man started, but it did not escape the quick eye of the woman. "I have heard of such a man," was the reply. "Do you know where he is now?" "No." "Could you help me to find him?" "I could not; but why do you ask?" "That, I will not disclose." "Is there a secret in it, then?" "Yes." "If I knew," said Captain Tiger slowly, after a moment of hesitation, "the whereabouts of one person, I might find Harcourt for you; tl1at is, if I was certain you meant him no harm." "Why should you care what befell such a one as he is?" "Simply, I care for him upon the principle of fraternity, for, as a villain myself, it is my duty to protect a fell ow villain." The words were uttered in a tone which riveted the attention of the woman, who said in measured tones: I am so anxious to find him, that I must confess to you that he is connected to me by ties of the strongest kind. Again the .man started;. but with assumed indiffer ence, asked: "A brother, perhaps?" "No." "Not a husband, surely?" "Yes." "By Heaven! you are Gertru. de !" Thewords broke from the man's lips full of fren<1 zied passion, and he tu'rned livid. It seemed evident that he had betrayed himself, foi; a curse was crushed back between his lips, as th woman cried: "Yes, I am Gertrude, his deserted wife, whom hei so cruelly wrnnged. "But who are you who calls me by name?" "I-I have to confess that I know Harcourt wel4: and he has often spoken to me of his wife whom he lo ved so dearly, and whom a cruel fate, caused him to be separated from." "Man, you dare not bring me face to face witH Hugh Harcourt and let him tell me that he loves me, and a cruel fate divided us," she said with suppressed! emotion. I will do all that I can to restore him to you, ana -ha!" The cry was wrung from him as the woman sucl denly bounded forward with the spring of a panther, and, ere he could resist, had torn from his face and head the false beard and wig he wore. "At last your voice betrayed yo n, Hugh Harcourt,. we are again face to face." The words rung like a trumpet from the lips of the woman, and at the same time she drew off her veil with one hand, and with the other, leveled a revolver at his heart. "Now, Hugh Harcourt, if you have not forgotten fo pi;ay, put in a prayer, for you have just one moment to live!" That he was in the direst danger Captain Tiger well knew, for he saw before him a woman whose dovelike nature, changed by his wrongs to her, had become merciless and revengeful. The steadiness of her hand that held the rernlver.

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. 22 'fHE BU Ff ALO BILL STORIES. told him her aim would be sure, and he almost gave t himself up for lost. The time was passing, and the slender finger was on the and in sheer despair he blurted out: "Oh, Gertrude! be merciful to me, a sinner." "No." "Do you think your conscience will not haunt you :with my life until you die?" "I have weighed all that I am to suffer1 Hugh Harcourt, and when you have died by my hand, peace and consolation, if not happiness, will come to me." "Then give me time to pray." "You shall have just one more minute, for the time that I gave you is up "Now, Hugh Harcourt, if you dare appeal to God, do so quickly, for so help me Heaven! I fire at the end of that time." He bowed his head, yet not in prayer, but in a plot t'O escape her. Did he spring upon her, it would be certain death, he felt. Did he call out, her slender finger would at once draw upon the trigger. .Under excitement, and the prosecution of his guilty ends, Hugh Harcourt would face any danger, and take tremendous odds against death. Yet with this woman, whom he had so wronged, to threaten him with death, and thereby gain her re venge, he became a coward, and quivered visibly with terror. In mortal agony he raised his head, and as he did so, he saw a dark form glide into the tent with the step of a panthe r, so noiseless was it, and the weapon of the woman was struck from her hand, just as her lips were about to part with the fatal words that the minute was up. "Ha!" ,The exclamation burst in a frenzy from the woman, and white with passion, she turned upon the one who had disarmed her, and thus cheated her of revenge. "Foiled! How dare you save the life of that wretch?" she hissed, and her right hand fell upon the hilt of a knife, half-ooncealed in the folds of her dress. "Saw the captain in danger, miss, for you looked as though you meant deadly work, so chipped in to save him," was the indifferent answer. I Seeing that he was safe at once restored Captain Tiger's natural nerve and affrontery, and, in the cool est manner possible, he said: "And I thank you, Hyena, and am yours to com mand. Your coming wa s most providential." "Do not blaspheme, sir, by saying Providence would aid such as you. "No, no, it was not the act of Providence, but the hand of Satan that protected his own," hissed the woman. "Call it what you may, sweet Gertrude, I am safe and you are doomed," said Captain Tiger, in hoarse tones. "Doomed?" "Yes; for I will see that my life is no longer in danger of being cut short by your roaming at large. "Hyena, put her in the cage where Mr. Insley now is, and send him to the den," was the cool order. "I will see to it, while you go out and meet two men who have been brought in by the sentinels." "Prisoners?" "No, they say they wish to join the band." "Good; for our number has been diminished of late. "I will see them," and Captain Tiger was left alone in the tent, while the poor woman was given over to the tender mercies of Hyena, and in the two men, the Tiger found Captain Corduroy and the other man o r his gang come to join the outlaws. CHAPTER VII. RUFFALO BILL'S RED ALLIES. .... "I know who wi.Jl help find that Devil's Den," nmttered Buffalo Bill as he rode away from Pokertown to take up the trail of Captain Tiger and his band, and save Mr. Insley and the veiled woman captured instead of Edna. At a swinging gallop he made his way where the

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 23 trail was good, going at a walk \vhere it was not, and before long came to a large Indian village in the mountains. It was the village of the. great chief, Black Bear, and who had a warm regard for Buffalo Bill, as more than once the scout had rescued his daughter, Red Dove, from other tribes who had captured her, and also from several wicked whites. The mother of Red Dove had been a captive white girl when Black Bear made her his wife, and the heart of the old chief went out to the pretty halfbreed girl as to no one else, while the sorrow of her life was that the great scout
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24 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "I will not support her upon the blood money of my comrades," was the spirited reply. Buffalo Bill liked the fellow more and more, but his duty was to force from him his secret, and he again said: "Then you prefer to kill a man, and rob him, one who has harmed you, than to take gold for I betraying those who, like yourself, are a curse to civilization?" "You are severe, but yet I will not betray those who trust in me. ."I am poor, yes, yet i t is by my own act that I am, for I was a wild youth, and ran through with a small fortune left me by my father, and my mother paid my debts with her fortune. "To repay her, for at last my eyes were opened to my course, I came West to dig out of the mines my fortune. "I need not tell you that I turned over tons of rock, and got only pennies in return in gold, so, growing desperate, I gambl ed, d r ank, killed a man who cheated me, and he being popular, I would ha\'e been lynched but for the aid of two men who saved my life and took me out of clanger. "Those two men Captain Tiger and Hyena, and, in desperation, I joined their band. "Now, sir, you know my history, and if you knew my nature half as well, would see it was utterly use less to attempt to get me to betray those whom I call friends." All this was said in a frank manner, that carried truth with every word, and Buffalo Bill knew that he had one to dea l w i t h who was every inch a man. iA.fter a moment, Buffalo Bill asked: I am the onl y one who dare attempt the trip by without their guidance." "And yet you just came from t here?" "Yes, I left the retreat some hours ago." "The Tiger, as you call him, has some prisoners there?" ' I divulge no secrets, sir," said the outlaw, with smile. "Not intentionally, I admit," and Bill smiled pecul iarly, and the ca u se \Vas a mystery to the young outlaw "Now, my friend, you can go, and remember, remain away from the stronghold until the third day from this." "I will not break my pledge. ''I thank you. Good-by He turned and walked raising his hat lightly to Red Dove as he passed her, a salute which she re-t urned with a smile, for she could not but admire the handsome young dare-devil. Good-by, scalpers," he said, gayly, to the stolid war_riors, and, patting his horse an affectionate-3c:od by, he passed on, and soon disappeared from sight clown the canon "The White Chief smiled," said Red Dove, inquir ingly, for she read in t h e face of Buffalo Bill that he was playing a part. "Yes, I have just played my trump card "How?" "That's man horse knows the way to the stronghold, and I shall ride him there," was the calm re-sponse. "I took possession of it on that account." "Who discove r ed the retreat?" CHAPTER VIII. "The Tiger, and it took him a month, he says, to THE TRAH, s END. fin d his way out, and he and Hyena are the only ones Mounted u pon the outlaw' s horse, Buffalo Bill w h o d are attempt i t at night, and besides those two, turned him on the trail and let him have his head.

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STOR I ES. 25 The animal set off, as though he knew just how to go. Red Dove and her braves foltowed. A rai.ind di z zy precipices, through strange and dangerous wa ys, the faithful horse went on, until just before sunset the arch of rocks before spoken of came m view. Beyond, Buffalo Bill saw the tents of the bandits, and knew that he had reached the retreat of Captain Tiger. "Found!" he cried joyously. "But I passed no sentinel and they would cer tainly keep a man on duty, though they need not so far as the approach to their stronghold is con cerned, for the way I came is bare enough to keep back almost any one. "Ah! I have it, we struck the trail this side of the sentinel, he being nearer the stage road, by way of which they expect their foes to come." "Now, to enter the stronghold, and, Bill, remember, you need an your nerve now, for a mistake will cost you your life." He said this grimly, and in the gathering gloom, rode on toward the larger tent. I The dumb trailer had brought him unerringly to the goal of his hopes, and upon the man, not the brute, depended the rest, and l;iis red allies. A halt was made to prepare for the rush, and then came Buffalo Bill s wild war cry, echoed by the red braves, and the surprise was complete when the scout sprung into the quarters of the Tiger and the yena the two officers of the Down went Captain Tiger, under the fire of Buf alo Bill, while Hyena fell under a shot.from an In tlian. ,The re? allies quickly silenced the remnant f the Desperado Devils. Mr. Insley, and Captain Tiger's wife, Gertrude, were found securely bound, quick l y set free, and the victory was complete. Much of the booty and many horses were turned over to Red Dove and her braves, and, after a rest of several days, Buffalo Bill and the rescued prisoners started for Pokertown, just as Charles Chambers, the young outlaw, rode into the retreat. "You shall come as a rescued prisoner, and I will give you a chance to redeem your life," said Buffalo Bill, and the young man was glad of the chance. Directed by Edna, Buffalo Bill found the hiding place of Mr. Insley's gold, and it was placed upon the led horses and the next day the scout, young Charles Chambers and the two women, rode into Pokertown, where great was the welcome they received. The deserted wife decided fo remain in P okertown until Mr. Ins ley could settle up his affairs and start East, and Edna was glad of her company. Buffalo Bill installed Charlie Chambers as cowboy manager of his ranch, and it was the making of the young man, who in time returned to his mother with a small fortune, and later married Edna Insley, who knew of his few months of wild life and forgave him. Years later, Buffalo Bill, when going East, visited the happy couple, and was a most welcome guest. But out on the Border the story is sfill told how -Buffalo Bill fought on horseback Captain Corduroy and his gang, and how they were wiped out when found in the stronghold of the Desperado Devils. THE E ND. N e x t week's i ss ue, Ko. 45, will contain "Buffalo Bill in the Bad Lands; or, Trailing the Veiled Squaw. Look out for it, boys, it's a corker. 1Who was the mysterious veiled squaw? You'll rea
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Do you like excitement, boys? If you do, get in this contest. Everybody seems to have entered it. Letteri pyi the hundred from every State in the Union, and all thrillers. Here are some adventures that will make you1 hair stand on end. If you don't know all about the new contest, look on pag-e 30. I\ Race for Life. (By Wm. Sullivan, Mass.) Our house was on the. side of a hill facing the !!Wift rivet', I had to bring dinner every day to my father, who was working down the river cutting logs. On this day my skate got caught in a twig and wafl pulled off. I stopped to put it on, and while doing so I thought I heard tht: howl of a wolf. I listened, and it came again. I quickly skated along, but there seemed to be more wolves now and they were trying to' head me off. I put on more speed, but I could not gain any. Pirst one came rnnning behind me, another beside me, and circling around me. Could I reach the old apple tree at the bend? They were close behind me. I neat'ed the tree and went whizzing under it. I grabbed a low hanging branch and pulled myself up, just in time. I stayed there until my father with a gang of woodchoppers came and drove the woh-es away. I\ Railway Adventure. (By C. Oslund, Mass.) Two years ago another young man and I were on our way to Tombstone,. Adz. We traveled by beating our way by freights. All went very well till we got as far so nth.west as New Mexico, where freighting became rather hard. 'The night \Yas a dark and we:i.r,v one, and my friend and I were riding a box-car from El Paso, Tex., to Deming, New Mexico. Brnkemen or "schaks," as we called them, were very much OPJ;lOSed to having tramps or hobos ride their trains unless they had a sum of money or a fla s k of whisky . We had neither, but we did have a brace of guns each. My friend had been out there before, and knew something about i t We had been riding about a half hour when a "schak" came over the tops from 'the caboose full of bad whisky an
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THE BUFF f\LO BILL STORIES. 27 pursuit. We tracked it by the blood for fully a mile, when it dis appeared in a thicket of briars and underbrush near a creek. I knew it was not safe t o follow too closely, for a wounded hear, if cornered, we 'll fight fiercely. Finding a high stump, I stationed Park on it, with orders to watch clo se l y while I went around on the other side of the thicket, about half a mile, to drive the bear back, so that Pa1k could shoot it. In less than an hour I heard a crackling of the underbrush, and I knew that the bear had scented me, and was movi ng. I kept quiet fo r ten minutes, when suddenly P ark fired his gun, and I knew he had got down to business. I went to his assi s t ance just as fast as I could, and I didn't get there a minute too soon. The bea1 caught hitn and was tossing him about like a football. When he fired he was so excitea that he missed his mark, and the bear rushed on him, knocked his gun out of his hand wit h one paw and s eized him with the other. The be a r wa s dreadully rited, and I couldn't shoot for fear o f killing Park. So I dropped my gun, drew my hunting hatchet and attacked the oear. Seeing me, it dropped Park and came for me, displaying a s fine a set of teeth as you ever s a w. I struck it in the neck with the hatchet, but at the same time it struck me with its paw and knocked me about twenty f eet. -I was up again in a instant, and ready for fight, but when I looked at the bear it was in the last agonies of death, for I had cut its windpipe with my hatchet. On getting it home that evening we found that it weighed 215 pounds. A Close Call from Drownng. (By J L. Rossignol, Ga.) It was in the June of 1 8 991 my two brothers and another boy and I were going swimming in a creek about five miles out in the country. After getting there we all got in the. water. There was only one of us could swim, and he decided to take, me across by holding me on top of the water. Well, we got acl'Oss all right, but when we were coming back and were about in the middle of the creek, my brother, who could swim a little, swam out and shoved me under, jus t for fun, he s a id, and, of course, I got loose and was nearly drowning, when my other brother s a w my peril and sprang into the stream after me. He could not swim a lick, but reached me in time, and gave a shove and I reached shore in safety. The other boy s w ere so scared that they forgot about me. It was as close a call as I eve1 had in the water, and I never wish to have another one like it again, if I can help m y self. Saved by a Landslide. (By Jennings Walker, N. C.) On a cold winter day. while I was out, hunting in the Rocky Mountains, I came across the track of a bear. I bad an old muzzle -loading shotgun and a g ood horse. St arting with these I tracked the bear to a hole between two rocks in the moun t a in side. I was standing on one of the steepest sides of the mountain when all at onc e I s aw the bear coming t o w ard me. I leveled m y gun at him and shot bot h barre l s at the same Before I could reloa d, the bear, apparently uninjured, was upon me, and I had to use the btttt of my gun as a club. It had rained hard the night before, and the ground wa s still wet. All at once the land began sliding down the mountain side with me, my hors e and the bear on top of it. I knew at once that I was being carried dowi;i the mountain side by an avalanche, so common in those regions. If it had not been for this landslide I expect I would have been killed by the bear becattse I was already nearly exhausted when the land started sliding. I expect the teason the land started sliding was because the rain had sank into the ground and loosened the upper part of it, and when the bear attacked me he started the loose ground to moving. My ho1s e slipped out from under me and went rolling down the hill. After receiving many brnises, I finally landed in the river, which was so cold that' I almos t froze to death. I could not swim a stroke, so I caught holJ of a stump that was stick ing lip out of the water. I halloed for help until I grew so weak that I could hardly hold on to the stump. I had been in this place about two hours, when all at once I heard a party of men coming along the bank. I called to them, and they came to my 1escue. I saw that they were fishermen, and had plenty of ropes. They threw one of the ropes out to me and dragged me to the shore. My horse and the beat were both killed. I was so ntlni.b that they had to carry me home. I was sick for more than a month afterward, and have ne ver cared about going hunting in the mountains since. We don't wonder you were sick, Jennings. You1s was an unusual expel"ience, a fight with a bear, a trip on a lands lide, and a narrow escape from drowning. A Snake Adventure. (By Charles Rockefeller, Illinois.) '.!'his to myself and others some years ago on the Missouri River. M y self and brother and his wife1 with whom I was paying a visit, wished to spend the day fishmi. After we rented a boat we started to go across tllle river. When we la.ad got about two-thirds across the river llly brother spoke cif a place along the river where there wete hirh banks, a:ad where it ie said that uo m a n ever landed a boat and returned home alive We were anxious to see this plact. It took u11 half an hour to get near this bank, when n current of water over turned the boat and we were all in the w ater, and as the water was cold we had a hard time to get near the shore. When at las t we got near to the b nnk we saw tha t the river had a kind of an under-current, and this made the place dan gerous. While we were trying to climb ottt of the water w e found that the current took us under gJound, and after we had been swept perhaps fifty feet we came where the water was not more than two feet deep, and a s there was ot much light we could not see very well. The fir s t thing we beard was a sissing noise and a streak of something we coftld not tell what it was it was so quick. Some thing struck me on the back, and I felt it banging there, and while I was trying to get it off the ground overhead caved in. We had light then, and my brother cried to me to keep still. As soon as be got near me he struck me a blow on the b a ck. I got angry and made some remark to him, and he said to look behind mys elf before I said too much. On looking I a large rattlesnake on the ground stunned with the blow my brother gave it. The rattles n ake was over two feet and a half long, and had five rattles, and I think this was as close a call as I ever want to have, and as exciting. It had fastened its teeth into my coat, and if i t h a d not done this it would hav e bitten me, and being so far fror home, I would have died b e fore we got home. Over the HaQdlebars, but Still in the Ring.' ( By R. J. Hammond, Fla.) It was a very rainy day and the stteets were covel'ed in water, which made them very slippery. I was riding down Main street on my wheel when it co!)l menced to rain very hard. I was makini good time, and when I trie d to turn in near the sidewalk my wheel slipped from under me and I went over the handlebar and barely missed hitting my head on a carriage wheel which would have killed me. I got up slightly disfigured, but still in the ring.

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' BOYHOODS OF FAMOUS MEN. This department contains each week the story of the early career of some celebrated American. Watch for these stories and read them, boys. They are of the most fascinating interest. Those already published are : No. J-Buff alo Bill; No. 2-Kit Carson ; No. 3-Texas Jack; No. 4Col. Daniel Boone; Nos. 5 and 6-David Crockett; No. 7-General Sam Houston; Nos. 8 and 9-Lewis Wetzel ; Nos. lO and tt-Capt. John Smith ; No. J2-Wild Bill; No. J3-Dr. Frank Powell, the Surgeon Scout; No. H-Buckskin Sam; No. JS-Seneca Adams ("Old Grizzly" Adams); No. J6-Pony Bob (Bob Haslam); No. l7-Major John M. Burke (A rizona Jack ) ; No. 18-Kit Carson Jr. ; No. J9-Charles Emmett ( Dashing Charlie); No. 20-Alf S lade; No. 2J-Arizona Charlie ( Charlie Meadows), No. 22-Y el low Hair, the White Boy ehief. -('-VILLIAlVC BURGESS.) Mr. Burgess was a pioneer into the wilds of the far West, when his son Willie was only a boy of eight years of nge. But Willie thought himself a man, even at that tender age, and had his pony, little rifle and revolver, and assumed border ways. His fat.her was glad to see his little son learn to ride, shoot, throw a rope, and bring clown game, while he allowed him to go to the Indian village near and the boy quickly picked up their ln,pguage and learned redi;kin ways. When at home he had to study hard, and Willie was more anxious to learn how to k ill game, fish, trap and follow the trail with the Indian boys than to learn lessons from books. One day Willie went to Yisit at the home of a rancher some forty miles from his home when a band of hoat ile Sioux raided into the settlement and attacked the place the first night he was there It wa s then that Willie kille d his first Indian, in defense of the lady of the honse, who wati, however, killed before his eyes. 'l'o his snrprise, Willie Burges s was not killed, though he was d ealt a blow that stunned him. When he came t o the Indians were preparing to move off, having killed all the family and gotten a large lot of booty. 'l'he cabins were in flames and Willie sought to slip away, but he wa s seen and would have been killed had not the chief called out: "Keep the boy papoose-brave boy, killed bro,ve-keep him for brave--call him Yellow Hair." Willie had long blond hair and was a handsome boy, but he did not like being called a "papoose," nor being adopted as the chief's son But he had to snbmit, and was tied on the back of a pony, and feH that he had a slim chance of escape. All through the night the Indian raider;i pressed on, halting at daybreak to fight the band of set.Hers who pursued them, but were beaten off. Throngh the fight Willie was in full range, tied to his horse, the animal being killed. 'He was hurt by the horse falling upon him, but had to lie there until the fight was over, when he was taken and tied on the back of another animal. Through the day the Indians retreated, and that night reached their village. Then Willie was set free an cl told to Jive ju the tepee of the chief, Black Bear. At first the novelty of his situation kept the bo y from feel. ing how terrible it was; but he soon began to realize it, and when night came, wrapped in his b lanket in the tepee of Black Bear, he would cry himself to sleep, for well he knew that his mother and all at his happy home had heard of the massacre of the family he had gone to visit, and would regard him as among the slain. But Black Bear was disturbed one night by bis crying an gave Willie such a beating that he decided to keep quiet, an did. In time he 15egau to realize that for him to escape then wa impossible, and he would make the best of it until a chance t do so came his way. He was with the Sioux boys, learned thehgames, just ho to follow a trail, make bowa and arrows and to trap birds. He was strong for his age, could run fast, jump far an high, and was soon able to defeat any Indian boy who wa not much larger and older. Learning the Sioux language quickly, he pretended to hav forgotten all about his people and his home and to have be come a "good little Injun boy." Bnt he was thinking all the time. One day the Sioux scouts came rushing in with news tha a large force of Pawnee Indians were marching upon theit Yillage. At once all was excitement, and preparation for the fight that must follow. Yellow Hail', as the Sioux called Willie, was given a duty t perform, wilh other boys, and he really enjoyed it, and feeliu that the villagers would whip their foes, he was glad to sho what he could do. There were hundreds of Pawnee bra\es, and they wer under a great chief who was a good general. The fight was begun furiously, and kept up for hours. 'I'he slaughter was great, the Sioux bead chief, Black Bear was killed right by the side of the paleface boy, who woul have shared his fate had he not been spared to take back as prisoner. The slaughter was terrible, and at last the Sioux were pu to wild flight and hid in the mountains. Burning the village and loaded down with booty, havin

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 29 taken many scalps and with Yellow Hair the white boy, the only prisoner, the Pawnees set off on their retreat, canying their wounded ;md dead with them. It was a long, hard, cruel march of severnl days; but at last the Pawnee village was reached and at once followed the wild est kind of a rumpus. The wailing for their dead and wounded was offset by the yells of triumph, beating of drums, singing of squaws, shout ing of children, and barking of dogs with which every Indian village abounds. Yellow Hair witnessed all this with awe and curiosity and he could understand how rejoiced the Pawnees were at having defeated on their own grouna their bitter foes, the Sioux. For the boy it was" out of the frying pan into the fire," for though the Pawnees were supposed to be then friendly with the whites, Willie saw no chance of escaping from them. He was' adopted by the bead chief, and was allowed to keep his name of Yellow Hair. As the Indians near his home had been Pawnees he had already learned their language 41ncl within a couple of months spoke it as well as they did. He decided to make himself felt in his new home, and was not long in showing the Pawnee boys what he could do, and what he knew about Pa"nee ways. He could readily whip any Pawnee boy near his age in the village, could outshoot them with rifle, revolver, bow and arrow, and surprised them by horsemanship, speed on foot, throwing the lasso and many tricks that he knew. The chief and warriors watched him closely and admired his da'ring and skill, until one clay he was called to the council tepee and given the name of "Yellow Hair, the Boy Chief of the Pawnees. From that day Willie Burgess began to put on airs as a boy chief, and he was further honored by being allowed to go with a band of braves on a war trail against the Sioux. On this trail Willie got a Sioux scalp, and captured a warrior, and was sorry for it later, when the unfortunate prisoner was taken back to the Pa"nee villag'fl, and burned at the stake. When told to set fire to the poor captive whom he had captured, Yellow Hair dared not refuse, for he well knew what would be his fate if he did; but the act and the sight haunted him for many a long day afterward, and he made up his mind never to take another brave captive. At first he had suggested that if the Paw.nees would take him to his home they would be '"ell rewarded by his parents; but this was received in such a way that he dared not suggest it again. He silently planned his own wRy of escaping. For over two years Willie had been a boy chief of the Pawnees, and no chance for escape offered. The village had been twice attacked by the Sioux, and once by the Cheyennes, and both tribes had been beaten off, while prisoners taken had in each case been tortured to death at the stake, to the boy's great horror. Several tbnes had he been taken on the w;upath with bands of Pawnee braves, and thus been a participant in a number of fierce fights. At last arrangements were made to make a grand move against a large village of the Sioux. Willie and his Indian boy braves were to be taken along to make a big show, and the Pawnee village was almost stripped of men. The advance was m .ade and the attack was made on the Sioux village late in the afternoon. But what was expected to be a complete surprise to the Sioux turned out jnst the other way. The Sioux had known of the coming of their foes and the surprise was for the Pawnees. In great numbers the Sioux rushed upon their enemies, overwhelmed, crushed them literally, and put them to flight. Then Yellow Hair decided upon his ei!Jcape. It was nearly night and he watched his chance well, dropped back from among the flying Pawnee braves, when only a few Sioux were visible in pursuit, and falling heavily he pretended to be shot. He had his eye upon a Sioux chief upon a fine spotted pony, and saw him ride toward him to take his scalp. Yellow Hair watched closely, saw that the Pawnees were out of sight, and only the chief near and coming on rapidly. He had a re\olver which he had held to during his life among the Indians, and when the spotted pony halted almost upon him and the chief leaped to the ground, scalping knife in hand, Yellow Hair fired. Down dropped the chief as the boy seized the pony, drew the war bonnet from the head of the Indian and, leaping into the sadd le was off like an arrow. Several mounted Sioux some distance from him started in pursuit and the chase became hot. But Willie edged off so as not to oveft.ake the Pawnees and their pursuers, and the spotted pony proving a good one, ha soon began to draw ahead. Tied to the saddle of the pony hung a Winchester rifle, all loaded, and as one Sioux came nea1er the boy halted and fired. Hoping to escape, he had with him a lot of food and his blankets, and pushing on rapidly into the night, shaped bis trail so as to reach the nearest white settlements. This he did after a week on the trail. He was very hungry and worn out, for the Winchester shells were u se less, and he could shoot no game. In good time he reached his home after over three years' absence, and really more Indian than white boy in his appear ance and ways. He bad forgotten much of his English and white boy ways. But the welcome he received was enough to force from him all memory of what he had suffered, and he was glad to go to school again, for his having been Yellow Hair, the Boy Chief, had not utterly rnined him. In a mid months nfter, of a force of soldiers against the Sioux, Willie acted as the boy guide and so well did he do the work that he was complimented by General Sheridan and given a medal for his services Later he was the lneans of securing a lRsting peace among the Pawnees with the whites, by going to their village, and for this he was well rewarded. Will Burgess had decided upon a life work of great interest to him, and this was to get out a book on the Indian languages. To do this he went to dwell among the Indian tribes, making a study of their languages, their customs and all that he could learn abottt them. In each tribe he was known as "Yel l ow Hair, the White Chief," and to-day is living in Nebraska, where he is regarded as a most competent authority upon all pertaining to the great Indian tribes of the Northwest, and also by his neighbors as a "man with arecord." t\ Sprint for Safety. (By Ray Getman, N. Y.) About a mile from my home is a bit of thick forest com monly known as "Black Hannah's Woods." Just at the edge of this woods stands a little old cabin, slowly falling to pieces, and beyond the cabin is a large, uneven field which is used as a pasturage by Mr. Chaderick, the owner of the woods. The cabin is said to have been occupied by an old negro woman named Hannah, years ago. It was through Mr. Chaderick's cow pasture that I ran in one of the fastes! an_ d i:iost desperate :a:_es I eyer indulged in.

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30 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. A friend named Tom Lamm and myself went to this field one afternoon to pick strawberries, and to have a good time. Goodness how we did eat. I remember that I was just remarking to Tommy that we must soon be going home, when suddenly he jumped up and cried out that Chaderick's big bull \Yas coming. In terror I looked over my shoulder, and saw what to me looked like a black monster running toward us. Without a word we both started up and legged it in the direction of Hannah's cabin. We were perhaps two hundred yards from it, and we moved at what seemed to me a snail's pace. Steadily the bull gained on u s. A hundred and fifty yards flew by. Now he was within ten yards-at least, so it seemed to us. Unfortunately Tom was not much of a sprinter, and consequently he suddenly became "all in" and fell headlong. So swift was the pace the bull cut that he passed clean over the boy's body and charged upon me. One hope rem{lined. Yelling to 'rom to get up and run, I suddenly turned and faced the brute. He was within five or six feet of me, his huge head close to the earth. I jumped suddenly to the right and he flew by like a flash. Then, without looking behind, I .ran toward the hut. Tommy was by this time almost at the cabin door. In a minute !"heard the rush of hoofs behind me, and then I knew that I must repeat my trick. .Just how manv times I dodged King Taurus I am unable to 1ecollect, but I do remember that at last I succeeded in reaching the old house. I dashed through the narrow doorway and up the stairs, while Taurus stood panting at the opening unable to squeeze himself through. All day we remained in that old hut, watching for an opportunity to escape, but Taurus gave us none. At length about six o'clock a man came in with a big whip to drive the cows to the farm. He seemed surprised at seeing the bull and beat a hasty retreat to the rail fence. We called to him and he promised to help us. He went away, and in ten or fifteen minutes returned with three other men. Between them they drove tbe beast into his own field, an enclosure fenced off at one encl of the lot, and securely fastened the gate, or bars. In closing, I will only remark that we scurried home, thankful for our escape, and that in the future we gave that straw berry patch "a wide berth.'' I\ Terrible Ride. (By Robert Hand, New Jersey.) I am now eighteen years old, have been around horses all my life, and am considered a fairly good rider. Three years ago a friend of my father's asked me to ride his horse. I consented, saddled the horse, got on him, and started off. All went well hntil I attempted to hurry him. As soon as I touched him with the spurs he stopped short and tried to bite my legs. I fought him a long time, and at last got him start.eel. He went along all right for a mile or so when he took it into his head to bolt. T h e horse bolted, jumped over a fence, bucked across the field and cut up like a wild broncho. To make matters worse, one of my stirrups broke, and then I was entirely at the mercy of the horse. He took me out of the field, started down the road, slipped on the ice, fell, and that was the last I kne,luntil I returned to consciousness several hours later. I went home and found that the horse had reached his home fir s t. I was sore and stiff for over a month aftcrnard, and would not go through such an experience again for a thousand dollars. ANOTHER PRIZE CONTEST! E T G V T RES SPALDINC CATCHERS' MITTS, INFIELDERS' CL0'1Es, BASEBALL BATS AND LONC DISTANCE MECAPHONIES ARE THE PRIZES THIS TIME. HERE IS THE PLAN You know what exciting stories of hairbreath escapes and thrilling experi ences you have been reading in the BUFFALO BILL WEEKLY lately. You want to read more like them, don't you? Well, send them in. You have a splendid chnnce for the splendid prizes we offer in this contest. You have all had some narrow escape. Some dangerous adventure in your lives. Write it up just as it happened. @ We offer a handsome prize for the most exciting and best written anecdote sent us by any reader of BUFFALO BILL WEEKLY. Incident of course, must relate to something that happened to the writer himself, and it must also be strictly true. It makes no difference how short the articles are, but no contribution must be longer than 500 words. THIS CONTEST Will CLOSE MAY I Send in your anecdotes, boys. We are going to publish all of the best ones during the progress of the contest. ===HERE ARE THE PRIZES:-THE THREE BOYS WHO SEND US THE BEST ANECDOTES will each r eceive a first-class Spalding Catcher s Mitt. Made throughout of a specially tanned and selected buckskin, strong and durable, soft pliable and cxtr;i well padded. H:is patent lace back THO TtlREE BOYS WHO SEND THE NEXT BEST ANECDOTES will each receive a Spalding's Infielder's Glove. 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lo BlJFF l\LO Bill STORIES. SIZE.) Containing the Only Stories Authorized by Hon. WILLIAM F. CODY ("Buffalo Bill"). 16-Buffalo Bill's Pards in Gray; or, On the Death Trails of the Wild West. 17-Buffalo Bill's Death Deal; or, The Queen af Gold Canyon. 18-Buffalo Bill at Graveyard Gap; or, The Doomed Driver of the Overland. 19-Buffalo Bill's Death Grapple; or, Shadowed by Sure Shots. 20-Buffalo Bili in the Nick of Time; or, The Lost Troopers. 21-Buffalo Bill in the Valley of Doom; or, Crossing the Dead Line. 22-Buffalo Bill's Race for Life; or, The Attack on the Wagon Train. 23-Buffalo Bill on the Trail of the Renegades; or, The Masked Marauders. 24-Buffalo Bill's Lone Hand; or, Fighting Bandits and Redskins. 25-Buffalo Bill's Warning ; or, Malo, the Mexican's Death Deal. 26-Buffalo Bill and the Prairie Whirlwind; or, The Three Avengers. 27-Buffalo Bill Entrapped; or, The Phantom of the Storm. 28-Buffalo Bill in the Den of the Ranger Chief; or, One Chance in a Thousand. 29-Buffalo Bill's Tussle with Iron Arm, the Renegade; or, Red Snake, the Pawnee Pard. -30-Buffalo Bill on the Roost Trail; or, The Redskin Heiress. 31-Buffalo BiJl's Peril; or, Going It Alone in Dead Man's Gulch. 32-Buffalo Bill in Massacre Vallev; or, The Search for the Missing 33-Buffalo Bill in the Hidden Retreat; or, The Captives of Old Bear Claws. 34-Buffalo Bill's Disappearance; or, The Stranger Guide of the Rio Grande. 35-Buffalo Bill's Mission; or, The Haunt of the l,.one Medicine Man. 36-Buffalo Bill and Woman in Black; or, In League with the Toll-Takers. 37-Buffalo Bill and the Haunted Ranch; or, The Disappearance of the Ranchman's Daughter. 38-Buffalo Bill and the Danite Kidnapers; or, The Green River Massacre. 39-Buffalo Bill's Duel; .or, Among the Mexican Miners. 40-Buffalo Bill and the Prairie Wolves; or, Hunting the Bandits of Boneyard Gulch. 41-Buffalo Bill at Painted Rock; or, After the Human Buzzards. 42-Buffalo Bill and the Boy Trailer; or, After Kidnappers in Kansas. 43-Buffalo Bill In Zigzag Canyon; .or, Fighting Red Hugh's Band. Back numbers always on hand. If you cannot get them from your newsdealer, five a copy will bring them to you, by mail, postpaid. STREET & SMITH, :Publishers, ..... ----.... ----........... ______ ..., ________________ _.. ______ .._ _____ ,, \

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75 Solid Gold Watches' GIVEN AWAY Not Gold Filled Watches Not Gold Plated Watches BUT ABSOLUTELY Solid Gold Watches WARRANTED UNITED STATES ASSAY. FULL PARTICULARS IN NUMBER 20. BOYS OF AMERICA. 1 Now Running in ''Boys of America'' .fl Corking, Up=lo=Date Story ---BY---ANK E IWELL Entitled The Famous Yale Athlete. The All=Star Athletic Club; OR, The Boys Who Couldn't Be Downed NO BOY CAN AFFORD TO MISS THIS FASCINATING STORY. The wonderful record of the All-Star Athletic Club, their bitter rivals. their battles on the ice, in the gy1nnasiurn. on the snow. in the rink. the plots of their enetnies. etc etc are just a few of the features of this remarhable story. throbbing with enthusiastn. and excitetnent. Don't miss No. 20, BOYS OF AMERICA. containing the opening instaUtnent of this great story. t._ __ _;J

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CONTENTS The Physical Man. 'The Muscles and Muscle Building. The Lungs and the Science of Bre ath-ing. Indoor Exercises and Home Gym-nastics. Eating and Drinking for Health. Diet Cu r es and Anti-Drug Remedies. The V a lue of Baths and Massage How to Dress, for Health and Beauty W a lking and Running. Swimming and Bicycling Physical Health Culture ( ILLU.STR.A TED) A Popular Manual of BodJ/y Exercises and lfome Oym nasties for Male and Female. BY PROP. POURMEN All Newsdealers 10 cents lf sent by mail, 3 cents additional for postage. Street & Smith P UBLISHERS 238 William Street New York THE book is regulation size, pro fusely illustr ated by full-p a g e photo-engravings, showing the d i fferent exercises by male and fem ale models posed especially for this work. Exercises and home gymn a stics will do more f.or bea uty of face, form and good he a lth than all the medicine ever invented R ead lt'st of contents.