Buffalo Bill's deadliest deal, or, The doomed desperadoes of Satan's mine

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THE BUffl\LO_BILL_ S)'ORIES. "I \\ill driYe some cattle and hors es there, take my big dog, Deathgrip, with me, and settle down as a while I know of one desperado who owes me his life more than once whom I will make my ally, and in time I will sift the chaff from the wheat in the camps, and know just the men who are gaUows fruit." "Go about it in your own way, Cody, take your own time, carry what horses and cattle you need, and wipe out the gang, is all I will tell you," said the colonel. Two days after, a surprise fell upon the fort, for it was told that Buffalo Bill had bought a ranch a day's ride from the fort, had given up scouting and was going t:o turn cattleman. Some wondered, others shook their ireads, whik still more decided that Buffalo Bill was playing a deadly game for a good i)urpose. 1"io his ranch Buffalo Bill s tarted, with a few of his scouts to drive his cattle there, and his dog, enormous brute, half Great D a ne, half Sibetian bi.oodhound, and a terror. . The cabin where C .ody settled was in a canon in the mountains-a pleasant spot with a fine outlook . .. OV'er' .the plains, and good wate r ; gra ss and w ood in .plenty near. But it had a bad name, and was called the Haunted Ranch, as all who had dwelt there before had lost t}jeir live s in some mysterious way .. It was feared and avoided by ali, for the claim was made by many that ghosts had actually been seen there. a further incentive to foll o w his tra il of doom against the desperadoes of Satan' s Mine, Buffalo Bill, on his way to his ranch, had ri.111 upon a tragic s cen e -=-a 'rich ranchero and his son dead. s lain by outlaws, and the daughter and sister a capti,, e, to be held for ransom, or forced into a marriage with the chi e f of the road agents. The scout was alone, but in his reckless way he fired upon the outlaw s, then rushed upon them and rescued the young girl in spite of the odds against him. The rancher and his son were taken to their home for burial, and the young girl left there in the care of the old negro servants who had followed 'the fortunes of Major Hart to the Wild vVes t "Have no fear in living here, Miss Hart, for things will not be so bad in the future, I promise you, and I will tell you as a secret that your father and brother will soon be avenged," said Buffalo Bill to the young girl, and he further added he intended to be a neighbor, and settle at the Haunted Ranch. "I will do as that man says, for I feel perfect confidence in him," said Hazel Hart to the old black auntie who had been as a rhother to her. Thns it was that Buffalo Bill settled at the Haunted Ranch, alone sav e for bis dog and cattle. His first visit to Satan's Mine created a sensation, but he went there to find the outlaw known as IBrick top, and to see if he c ould trust him as a paid. He found that he could, and told him to still re main as the comiade of the outlaw band, who, to aid them in their la\vlc s deeds, were known vigilantes, pretending; lo .pqt clown evil deeds, thus using a pretended honesty to carry on their bla<:k cnmcs. \i\Tith Bricktop as his secret ally, and Hazel Hart aware of the n10tive of his going to the Haunted Ranch and willing to help him all in her power, falo Bill took up hi s abocle in the cabin, to enter upon the deadly and desperate work for which he had pi cke'l ont b y the c o l o n e l commanding the fort. \Vhethcr the "vigilantes" s uspected Buffalo Bill or not, of being on their trail, immediately after his scouts went to Satan's Mine to purchase supplie s the r e, their iea

q'ffE BUFFALO BILL STOR I ES. 3 He fearlessly their corn,ing. He would face his fate then and there. If he fell, he would not cross the Great Divide without company, lawless company though it might be. Then he quietly awaited the ordeal. CHAPTER II. AN UNLUCKY NUMBER. Though the desperate battle at the Haunte d Ranch of one man-Buffalo Bill-agains t thirteen has been told in both histqry and romance, and was one of the greatest encounters of borderland, I may be pardoned for again telling the story of the desperate and fatal duel. Buffalo Bill, after being warned by Hazel Hart, set to work to prepare for all that was before him. He first entered his cabin, and emptying his rifle, a double-barrel shotgun and revolvers of their old loads, reloaded them with the greatest care. Then he whetted his bowie-knife and hatchet, af ter wliich he drew a la rge table up before the fir e pl a ce and across the room, facing the door and a dozen feet from it, an

, \fHE BU ff ALO BILL STORIES. the rifle of Buffalo Bill followed the crash, killing two men. But others crowded over their dead bodies, and the terrible fight was on in all its fu+'y. The double-barrel shotgun spoke twice and poured a hail of bullets upon the vigilantes. Then the revolvers of Buffalo Bill, one in each hand, began their deadly work, while the rattle of the weapons of the vigilantes was incessant. The roar of the shots, scuffling of feet, cries of the desperadoes and howls of the bound dog were fear ful. But Btiffalo Bill was calm, silent, quick of action, and the fighting devil in his nature was aroused to its 4tmost. He was wounded several times, but kept his feet, while back in the darkness of the cabin he was seen only by the flashes of his weapons; his foes were in the full light. He wished to throw no shot away, but in that mad rush that wa s impossible. He fought hard, fast and wickedly, for he knew the odds against him and the fate he would suffer if alive. Dick Dunn had faliert, shot throt:tg11 the heal't. had gone down on top of him, and the house looked like a slaughter-pen. But the vigilantes were aroused to a frenzy, and rushed forward. Buffalo Bill had emptied his revolvers, and now seized his knife in one hand, the hatchet in the other, shoved the table over upon his foes, and sprang to the hand-to-hand conflict. Bricktop had fired his weapons, but not at the scout, and titt'le and again he went down as though wounded. It was the ruse he was playing to pretend to be in the fight. In spite of all, Buffalo Bill had been careful not to fire upon Bricktop. A blow on the head, a knife cut, a shot in the arm, did BuffaJ.o Bill receive in the mad attack, and then it was close quarters and hand-to-hand to the death. Down went Buffalo Bill, but only for an instant, for he arose and hurled his foes from him, though covered with blood and almost blinded. The demon of death was abroad, and Bricktop set the example t o his two remaining comrades to fly, exclaiming: "He is hell, pards He can't be killed! fly!" Out of the door they dashed, but, maddened now to a killing frenzy, streaming with blood, and with his warcry ringing upon his lips, Buffalo Bill fol lowed seizing the revolver of Dick Dunn from his belt, and only held up by his iron will. The three last of the band, save Bricktop, mounted their horses and fled in dis1Tiay, one wounded badly. Looking back, Bricktop saw Buffalo Bill lying upon the grot1nd in front of his cabin, as if dead. He dropped back, unnoticed, behind his flying comrades, until he wa s out of sight, and then r e turned to the scene of carnage, a double motive m his mind and heart. CHAPTER III. BORDR FRittNDS. Wild with admiration at the wonderful fight his scout-friend, Buffalo Bill, had made against such odds, and anxious to see the result to the smut, Bricktop had hastened back to the cabin, fearin g nothing \om the wounded vigilantes, who were escaping with all s12eed back to Satan's Mine Bricktop had been anxious to aid Buffalo Bill in the unequal fight, yet dared not do so, for fear of his own safety. He had noticed that even in the thick of the fight, Buffalo Bill had been cool enough to make a sign to him to keep out of range, and had avoided several times firing when he was in line, and he thanked him for it in his heart, and had endeavored to call the retreat. He saw that Buffalo Bill was badly wounded, and, as he believed, mortally, and he was anxious to return to him. If he found him not fatally wounded, he would do all he could for hi1J;, flnd that was considerable, as he had been in early life a student of medicine, and in prison was a hospital steward, while, since coming West, he had had considerable experience with wounds. He slipped back to the cabin, and beheld the unconscious body of Buffalo Bill l) ring where he had fallen. Bending over him, he muttered, as he laid his hanQ upon his heart and felt his pulse" and, speaking with out assuming the border dialect: "Alive! by Heaven! He is a man of iron!


BUFF ALO BILL STORIESo "But, good God! he is shot and cut to pieces, but I believe he will live. "If he dies, it would be big capital for me, for what he has would be mine, and I'd get the credit of coming back, as I would state, and fighting it out with him. "He has acted squarely with me, and I'll do the same with him so here goes." He raised the limp form in his arms, bore it back to the cabin, a nd then muttered: "vVell I know not where to begi-n." But he took from hi s pocket a case of surgical instnlments, which he had robbed a doctor of some time before, and set to work with real skill, and, his experienced nose discovering where Bill kept his liquor, he resuscitated him with a close of this, and cold water applications; exttacted the bul lets, sewed up the sca lp \\"Ound and dressed the others "vVell, pa rd, where ate your 111en ?" said Bill, recoverirlf.5 hi s consciousness and gazing a:bout him "Gone home; but yer must keep quiet, fer I b es got yer under my care, and-1'11 fetch yer round, I hopes." "Oh, I'll not die, .or it isn't in me to be wiped out by a pack o' curs like those fellows; but what is that noise?'' "It are yer dog, an' he's jist raisin' hell ter git oi1t and jine in ther dance." "Yes, I sht1t him in the next room for fear they would shoot him, or he would bite you." "You was full o business, pard, fer a while; but, goodI only! ain't ye r ther devil on horseback when yer gits loose?" "Two got a\\ ; ay, I believe1'' said Bill, with atriumpilant flash in hi s eyes. "Yas, with this child. who play ed 'possum ter git back ter yer; but they went off '1\ ith a hole in 'e111, your partin1 complime11ts, a11cl may go under, and that will shelve yer eleven stiffs in 011e fight. "But yer mustn't "It is yott that are talking, patd." "Waal, I'll do it all; and now I've got ter git batk ter tamp to-night, and find somebody ter nurse yer, for--". "Hark!" The keen ear of Buffalo Bill, in spite of his suffer ings, had detected a sound without. Cautiously Bricktop \vent to the door, ai1d loqked out. "Hand me my revolvers, pard, and load them, for I am not dead yet," said Buffalo Bill, grimly. "It are Injuns." "Indians l"' "Fact; but oi1e are a gal, t'other a chief, fer I knows them. " \ Nho are they?; "One are Blackfoot, the great medicine chief of the Sioux, and t' other are his daughter, they calls Reel Dove, ther queen o' ther Sioux, and she are a stunner fer looks an' they do say her mother were a paieface gal, ther dattghter o' a Freri.ch trader, an' she fell in l ove with Blackfoot, an'. married him; but they hes stopped, fer they sees cold meat !yin' around and look cur't1s." "Go and ask them to come in, for I 1-;:now girl." "I'll do it ," and Bricktop stepped out of the cabin,. t .the sight of him, Bl:i.ckfoot drew his arrow back, ar:d Red Dove leveled a small rifle she carried, b.oth ready to greet a foe, should the vigilante prove such Seeing the hosti le demonstrations made b y the medicine chief and Reel Dove at the sight

6 THE BUFF l\LO BLL STORIES. "Oh! is my friend dying?" anxiously cried the Indian maiden, as she to his side. "Not I, orily crippled up a little by a war a. short time since," said Buffalo Bill. The maiden glanced around the floor, at the dead bodies lying there, and then again at the bandaged head, arms and l6gs of the victor, and said: "It has been a fierce battle of paleface against pale face." "Yes, and twelve ag'in one, and he ther top dog o' ther heap, as yer kin see, redskins." "I have not forgotten my fi;iend who saved me from the white chief, Red Breast, and I have sought him with my father, who wished, to thank him for sa':'ing the Red Dove from her foes. "This is the Red Dove's father, Blackfoot, the Sioux medicine chief." The Indian chief stepped forward, and laid his hand upon the head of Buffalo Bill, while he said softly: 'The Biackfoot came to see the great white chief, and he finds him a giant in battle. ''.He came to thank him for saving his chiid from a wicked paleface; he will remain with the white chief and nurse him, for he is a great medicine man, and the Red Dove will go to the village of my people for herbs the red men use to heal wounds." "You is level-heade'd there, chief, and you kin nurse him back, you and ther Dove, ef it kin be did. "As for myself, I'll have to levant out o' this, or I : might git strung up for friendship. "You is in good hands, pard Bill, ef they is red ones, and I'll leave yer, an' I'll keep an eye open, and post yer as ter what is said a i1' did in camp, an' drap in on yer myself as soon as I kin leave without a rope arond my neck. "As I go by, I'll jist tarry and tell thet lovely gal at ther Hart ranch of ther scrimmidge, and how yer is gittin' along, an' mayhap she'll drap in ter see yer; but I guess as how she'd better not, as two pretty gals ter nuss one feller are jist twice too many. "Y as, I'll argy ag'in her comiri'. "Good-by, pard, and ef yer does look as though yer' d been in a threshin' -machine, yar hes jist th er ir()n natur' ter pull through. "Good-by, Injuns, and old red doctor, ef yer prescribes, jist let ther Dove give ther doses, an' he'll improve." Having delivered himself of this long speech Bricktop took his departure from the cabin, de lighted at the fortunate arrival of competent nurses for Bill, and rode rapidly away toward the Hart ranch, just as darkness began to fall. CHAPTER IV. BRICKTOF'S STORY. That astounding news of the vigilantes' figh with Buffalo Bill created the greatest excitement in Satan's Mine, the reader can well imagine. Having stopped at the Hart ranch, and given Hazel a glowing account of the fearful fight, and told her that Buffalo Bill was in the hands of two good Indian nurses, but not mentioning that one was Red Dove, the Sioux queen, Bricktop hastened on to Satan's Mine, where he arrived, to find the town still astir, though it was after midnight. The name of Buffalo Bil \ was on every Hp. His coming was greeted with a wild shout of wel come, which made him feel proud to be of so great importance, and he was very wary at first as to how he had escaped. But learning that Jack Candliss had since died of his wound, the parting compliment of Buffalo Bill, and that the other survivor of the combat had given a dozen different accounts of it, varying each time he told it, Bricktop fortified himself with a glass of tanglefoot, and began, while the entire crowd hun g breathless upon his words, for, though desperate encounters were of daily occurrence, and most daring deeds were done, such a thing ai one man doing what Buffalo Bill had accomplished, was unheard of, even in that reckless community. "Yer see, pards and gents o' Satan's Mine," began Bricktop. "Loot'nant Dick Dunn, o' ther vigilantes, heel heard thet ther Dead Shot hed in his possession some critters as he bed hot give dust fer, an' consequently 'twere thought he hed sto1e 'em. "So we, thet is ther loot'nant, me, .and t'other eleven gerloots, went fer ther Haunted Ranch, an' we were made welcome by ther Dead Shot. "He tole us the.r horses were his n, took in squar' fightin', an' I kinder believes him, now, an' he sa id, furthermore, thet ef we wanted ;em ther would be a leetle disturbance, and perhaps a funeral or two. "Boys, pards, and gents o' Satan's Mine, he were


THE BUFFJ\LO BILL STORIES. 7 a prophet, I kin swar, an' you'll agree when yer hears ther verdict. "Ther l6ot'nant were brimful o' fight, said he were goin' ter sail in fer horsemeat, an' he formed his regiment in order, an' we started. "Buffalo Bill hed fallen back on ther cabin interior, an' as we went in through ther d-oor there he stood ahind a table, with his arsenal laid out afore him, an' ther fust one thet spoke were ther shotgun. "It said death, an' ther loot'nant were the one it spoke fer. "Now, I allus lo v ed thet Dick Dunn, an', seein' him turn toes up made me revengeful, an' I urged ther boys on, kinder ta kin' ther lead like, an' in we wei1t. "I seen guns a-levelin' an' I cf1 :opped, havin' tumbled over the loot'nant, an' two gerloots ahind me got their checks called in. "Then ther Dead Shot threw down ther rifl e, an' he got a revolver in each hand, an', Lardy luv all o' us, but ther mus_ ic began tlien fer we was firin' our shootin' -irons and ther work were hot. "VI/ e got ther Dead Shot down, but up he 'ri_z; we hit him, struck him, shot him but he jist thought it \vere pie. \Ve yelled, an' he said no thin'; th er pistols made music as was funeral marches, an' his big clog thet were in ther next room, howled terrible, barked frightful, a n tore up awful, an' ef he heel got at us we'd hev been chawed up fer parrot food same as crackers. -. "Waal, I thought then ther fight lasted some weeks, but now I know it wasn't many minutes, an' then, see in' thet some one must git out ter tell ther tale, I kinder dropped back, and ther boys were willin' ter faller. "But thar come thet howlin' terrer arter us, a hatchet in one hand al}' _<[._ in t'other, a n' clo\\'n dropped Jim outside ther door. an' Jack Canliss tuk his close o' pills as he got on his horse. "My horse, as we went down the r hill, fell, an' I thought he \\"ere wounded, an' so callee! ter ther boys ter wait. "But they were gain' hell-ter-split ho,inewards, an' I jist laid low ontil I see d my critter were all right, havin' jist stepped on a rock thet flung him. ''\Vhile I were there I seen Buffalo Bill look after ther boys, not seein' me, fer I laid low, an' then he ,, bust inter a laff, as though he' d bed plenty o' fun, an' went back inter ther cabin. "Then I lit out, an' when I got out onter the perairie, looked b ack, an' thar he were, not seemin' ter mind his wounds, an' durned ef I believes we hurt him muchJ though I knows we hit him often. "Now, gents, pards and hearers, I, for one, de cides thet he didn't steal those horses, an' a man what did what he done sh'u'd be left alone ontil kingdom come." "You are right, Bricktop, and I'll see that he is not troubled by the vigilantes again, unless he do es some lawless act to give us a hold on him." The speaker was Dagger Don/ the vigilante cap tain, who had come in just as Bricktop began his story, which steered clear of the truth in some particulars. The sentiments of the Don were echoed by the crowd, in whose estimation Buffalo Bill had suddenly become the greatest of heroes through his desp.erate fight. Rut there were several persons present who ha

8 THE BU ff J\LO BILL STORIES. the man that had saved Red Dove from his power won the old chief's love, and he was untiring in his devotions to the paleface stranger, whose desperate fight was a marvel to him. Red Dove also remained at the Haunted Ranch, aiding all in her power, and Deathgrip, who had been released from his confinement by the Indian maiden, looked upon them with kindly eyes when he saw that they were ministering to the wants of h;s master. Upon seeing the great dog, Blackfoot had said to Buffalo Bill that if he had gotten loo s e to join in the fight not one of the assassins would have escaped to tell the tale. "That is very true, chief," replied Bill; but he kept to himself the real secret of why he had not released the dog. At firsf it was his intention to have Deathgrip aid in the defense, but, remembering at a late moment, upon entering the cabin, that Bricktop was forced to be among_ the attacking party, he fear e d that he might be the object of Grip's attentions, and to save that worthy villain he preferred to stand alone in the fracas. That. Deathgrip felt hurt was evident, for he showed upon coming out that his master had slighted an opportunity for him to do full justice to the vigi lantes fi.esh, but, seeing that Bill was suffering, he forgave him, licked his hand, and remained near by to be of service if needed. The third night after the fight, Deathgrip, who was in the cabin, suddenly darted out with an angry bark, but soon returned as if satisfied that no danger tlireatened the cabin, tho1.1gh hi s actions caused Biil to tell Blackfoot that there was some one around. The chief went out of the cabin, but came bounding back with a scared face. "What is it, chief?" coolly asked Bill. "A shadow from the happy hunting grounds," he said, with evident emotion. you have seen my ghost?" The chief nodded, and Red Dove went to the door, but she, too, returned, and evidently had seen the same object that had so moved her father. "It is a Death Shadow," she said, in a hu s hed voice. "Yes, it is the ghost of this ranch, for you know it is said to be haunted," said Bill. "We Indians have heard of it, and few ever come near here; but you live here," she said, softly. \ "Why not? I have seen the ghost, and it has done me no harm, and I cannot say as much for those who are not ghosts. "Whith way was it going?" "Toward the cafion." "Yes, and coming from the graves in the thicket?" "Yes, white chief." "That's its favorite walk-but, hark! there's a hoof-fall without." Blackfoot went to the door, and started back as in the darkness he beheld a horse and rider. But ere he could raise the rifle he carried in his bands came the words: "I would see the known as Buffalo Bill." Bill started, for he. recognized the speaker's voice, and said hurriedly: "Take her horse, chi ef, and ask her to come in; 1 but is she alone.?" "Yes," answered Blackfoot, and he stepped outside, and, with a gallantry not to be expected fr o m an Indian, lifted Hazel fror:n her saddle, f r jt was she who had made the midnight visit to the Haunted Ranch. CHAPTER VI. T H E FA I R VI S I T 0 R. "Miss Hazel, this is indeed kind of you, but you risk much to come here," said Bill, clasping the tjny hand as "! maiden, with her riding habit drav,rn around_ her, came forward softly and bent over him. "Are you sorely wounded?" she said. "Yes, but for your \Yarning, sent by Bricktop, I would have been killed." "Thirteen against you," she said, with admiration. "No, only twelve, for Bricktop was but a lay-figure in the fight." "And Candless has died, m aking ten who fell." "I kne.w he would, for I had a deadly aim on him a s he rode away," was the quiet response. "It was you are a wonderful man, Mr. Cody." "Thank you, Miss Hazel;' I am a strangely lucky man in getting out ahead of the hounds, but it was brave of you to come this far to see me." "I would have gone further, for I owe much to you, but I h ave brought you some li. ttle things I thought you might find useful," and, going to the door, she brought back a lc'trge basket, upon which


THE BUF f ALO Bill STOR;ES. 9 Deathgrip had had his weather eye, having scen ted out its contents to be edibles 'the basket contained delicacies which were seldom seen in a borde r sick-room. A cowboy had tak(!n a long ride to the neai:est fort to get them. Then there was a roll of lint, medicines, flask of brandy, and numerous little knick-knacks which only a woman would think of. Buffalo Bill expressed his thanks warmly, and then Hazel asked: "And your nurses-are they good to you?" "I could not have better, for one i s Bl ackfoot, the Sioux medicine chief, and the other his daughter, kn own as Reel Dove, the Sioux queen." "I met h e r you remember," said Hazel. "Ah, yes; well, she came with her father the even ing following the fight, to thank me for saving her, and, seeing my COl1dition, they have devoted themselves to me ever since, and have more than repa id the debt of gratitude which they, considered they owed to me." "The medicine chief has g reat skill, for I h ave heard that the surgeons at the fort have availed themselves of his herb medi cine in sickness and wounds "Yes, he i s a wonderful doctor, and I c.onf ess that in a hospital I could not have convalesced as I have; bat let R e d Dove get you some supper, Miss Hazel." "Thank you, no; I must return at once, but if at any time you feel that you would care to have the nursing of palefaces instead of r edski ns, you have but to se n d for me, and I will come w ith Black Peter and Nance." "It is very kind of you, Miss Hazel, but within a week or two I will be on my feet "Mr. Cody, as I came up the hill, I saw a strange form, which glided rather than walked, goin g along the plateau toward the canon. "It had a peculiar light about i t that showed di s tinctly, even in the darkness, and were I a believer in the supernatural, I would take solemn oath that I had see n a ghost. "It is m y ghost, Miss Hazel.' "Your ghost ?" "Yes, I g uess it's mine, for nobody else claims it." "What do you mean, Mr. Cody?" "You know this ranch is said to be haunted?" "Yes. "\Yell to be haunted, a ghost must be around, and that is the spook, spirit or witch." "You have see n it, then?" "Often, and Blackfoot and hi s daughter had just seen it ,.,,.hen you rode up." "It i s most strange. "It is, indeed; but s .om(! fine night I am going ghost-hunting, and if I capture it, yo u may have it for a pet." "Oh Mr. Cody, don't talk that way, for it is awful to j est about such things." He saw that the sight of the ghostly form had re a lly impressed the maiden and continue\i: "Don't f ear-it is :>ome trick to scare me away from here. "But who could play such tricks?" "That's \\hat I intend some day to find out, Miss Hazel." H aze l made no reply, but, bidding Buffalo Bill good-by, turned and left the cabin Blackfoot bringing her horse to the door and rai sing her to the sad. die with the grace of a so l dier. Wondering why Red Dove had not shown hers. elf she rode down the steep path, to suddenly draw rein as she reached the lowlands, for a form stood in her path. "vVho are you?" asked Hazel, firmly, and she drew the rev o lver which she never wen t without. "Only an Indian girl, poor Red Dove, a Sioux maiden, who begs you not to steal the heart of the great white chief fro m her." The words were soft l y spoken, the tone plaintive, but Hazel replied coldly : I seek the h eart of no one unasked, Red Dove. "Stand aside and allow me to pass." "The Reel Dove has begged the rich, beautiful paleface maiden not t o break her heart; next time s h e will not beg, but act. The tone was now haughty, aIJ.d she stepped a s ide with this threat, and Hazel rode a weight upon her heart. And Reel Dove, hoping, dreading, loving and rcvengeftrl, returned to the cab in and her post by the side of the wounded paleface, whom she idolized with all the intensity of her passionate nature.


10 THE BUFF A LO BILL STORIES. CHAPTER V I I. CAUGHT NAPPING. As Buffa.lo Bill had hoped, he was on his feet in a couple of weeks, and within a month was what he called a well man, though he was ye t \ \leak, and his wounds had not all healed. But he was able to dismiss his ki n d nurses, and B lackfoot and Red Dove returned to their village, the maiden with a heavy heart, for n o word of love had been breathed to her by the ma n she had so tenderly nursed. Seve r al days after the v.isit of Hazel Hart to the cabin, Bricktop had put in an appearance, bringing with him many little things he had purchased, which he thought Bill wou l d need, and a budget full. of news. Among his re n lations, he said: "Ther vigilantes hev concluded te_r let yer alone, as they says they does admire a man of uncommon pluck, but I thinks it are l)'cause they are afraid o' yer. "Ther cap'n says yer is a whole team and a horse to let, with a fifth wheel thrown in, an' he are yer friend; but thet assertion o' his'n makes me watch him ther more, as he are a slippery fox, yer bet, pa rd. "Waal he are two p u ssons, I i s sartin, or he k in be in two p laces at ther same time, as ther were a b i g horse-stealin' goin' on up countr y a few days ago. an' a gang o' rancheros come down to Satan's Mine h ot, fer they said t her vigi lantes hed d i d it, fer Dare Devi l Don were at thei r head. "But thar were Devil Don l aid u p with feve i, and then they see their mistake . "Bu t I is watchin', an' I hopes ter catch ther weasel asleep yit, pard. "Do so, and I'll give you five hundred dol lars." "Make it four hundred, pa rd Bill, fer five hundred are ther sum I put on another man's check once an' it'h a in't a luck number fer me." "Well, I'll give yo u what yolt like if yo u can corner h im; b u t don't fail to watch close whether any move is mad e against the Hart Ranch, as I fear they w ill try that s anr e game o v er." "I'll do it." "Now I wis h you to b uy in S atan's Mine for me a Colt's re.pea ti n g rifle fo r me to g i v e B l a c kfo ot, an d a pa:: of, the finest small revolvers you can find for R e d Dove." "It'l l tickle 'em same as the/d 11wallowed a feat her." "They deserve them for their kindness to me; there is my purse; take what money you want, and bring them to me on your next \'isit. "If you need any money for take it, for you are welcome." "Pard, yer is ther whitest man in these parts, and yer is makin' a Christian out o' me. Helping himself to what he needed foithe pur11!.hases, and a little for a stake f<;>r h i mself, he left the cabin and wended his way back to town. But two days after, he returned w i th the firearms. and they were better than Bi.,tffal o Bill had expected Satan's Mine co u ld To sa y that BlacJdoot at1d Red Dove were delighted wou l d be to poorly expr ess their feelings. for they were so pleased._that Bricktop whispered: "Didn' t I tell yer 'twould tickle 'em? ''Why, you'd think ther old red hed swallowed a pound. o' feathers." And thus the days passed away at the Haunted Ranch, and the nights r evealed the never-failing-to appea;ghost on its regular walk. But, though Deathgrip had learned to regard its coming w ithou t emotion, neither Blackfoot nor Reel Dove cou l d bringthemselves to look upon i t again. A month passed, and the two faithful nurses returned to their village in the mountains, far away, having exacted from Bill a promise that he would visit the1:11 ther e, t hat t h e braves of t h e Sioux might look upon a man who, s ingle-handed had defeated twelve. Feeling quite himself again, Buffalo Bill looked after his ranch, though for a few days it was ve r y lonely, and t h e nocturnal ghostly visitant was even a rel ief to him. Finding that he was a ble to ride a long distance he determined to start on the following day for Sli.tan's Mine to prosecute his inquiries about the Don's double, anti to purchase a supply of st.o res, toge_ther with a few moi-e cattle and horses. He had already trained Deathgrip to go and drive up any horse he wanted from the valley, and termined to make an ea r ly s tart he called M tb e dog, and said : "Hi, Grip go after N o b le!


THE BUfFJ\LO BILL STORIES. 11 The intelligent dog bounded away, and, lowering the stockade in the cafion for him, Buffalo Bill returned to his cabin. But, as h\! stepped in the door, he suddenly be held balf-a-do:i:en revolvers thrust in his face, and hear

12 THE BUFF J\LO BILL. STORIJ!S. and, as you took from me the other day a captive, I have two scores to settle with you. "I don't scare worth a cent, Robin Red Breast." I know you've got nerve and I know you are a giant in strength. and a dead shot, but you are in my power now, and nothing on earth can save you "While there's life, there's hope, old man." "Come, I will not parley with you Far back from the cliff they found horses awaiting them, and, mounting these, they rode a\_Vay toward the stronghold of the white renegade chief. CHAPTER IX. .REDSKIN TRAILERS. As Buffalo Bill was in mida.ir, being hauled over the cliff, the eyes of two persons were upon him. These two sat upon their horses tlp the steep path leading to the cabin, and were concealed by a thicket from the view of those on the cliff. They had been coming to the ranch, and their ponies carried heavy loads of what appeared to be the dressed skins of buffalo, bear and other wild animals. One of the riders was a young warrior, with a face not as red in hue as the full-blooded Indian, and there was about him an air of calm repose and a nobility seldom seen in a redskin. He was fancifully attired, wore one eagle feather to denote his first as chief, and sat his horse with conscious power. l The other the reader has before seen for it was Red Dove, the Sioux queen, and the young warrior \Vas her brother, Iron Eyes. Together they were coming to visit the great white scout, and arrived in time to see him made prisoner, and by whom they well knew, for they rec ognized Robin Red Breast. Awaiting till they were certain the Indians had 'gone with their captive, they approached the cabin just as Grip came dashing up with Noble before him. 'The dog missed his master at once, and seemed to realize that something had happened, but, devoted to Red Dove, he waited for her to take the initiative in finding him. In their joy at the capture of Buffalo Bill and their haste to get away in safety with their captive the Dog-Soldier Sioux had disturbed nothing, not even the weapons of the ranchero, which Robin Red Breast had taken from him and laid on the table. It was g .etting and the brother and sister determined at once to follow the Dog-Soldiers, and trust to strategy to get the captive away, as they knew that force would accomplish nothing. Of course, in the darkness they could not follow the trail themselves, but Red Dove thought of Deathgrip, and at once it was de cided to, in some way, reach the top of the cliff, ana this was Clone by shooting an arrow to which a string was attached, over the trunk of a tree growing near the edge. To the end of the string a c ouple of lariats, tied together, were attached, and then were drawn over the limb, and, sailor-fashion, up to the top went Iron Eyes, with the greatest of .ease. Next followed Deathgrip, who submitted to being harnessed in the ends of the lariats, and was safely drawn to the top, greatly to his delight, for he did not reli sh his trip in mid-air in the least. Red Dove then followed, and it was decided that she and Deathgrip should follow the trail, while Iron Eyes, mounted on a fresh horse from the valley cor ral, and leading Noble and an animal for Dove, should ride around the mountain and meet her on the other side. The horse? had already been caught, the Indians' saddles transferred to their backs, and Buffalo Bill's elegant Mexican saddle and bridle put on Nobl e and the young warrior started, having thrown the pres ents from his sister and himself to the ranchero into the cabin and locked the door securely. It was a long ride round, but fron Eyes reached the designated point at midnight, and found Red Dove awaitirrg him there, with Deathgrip . "The Dog Sioux have passed and kept straight on," s he said "'vVe will rest and have supper and follow," her 1brother answered, and two hours after they were again on the trail, Deathg rip foilowing the scent unerringly. Before dawn they entered the monntains, in which they knew was the stronl\.'.1olcl of Robin Reel Breast, and here they halted untn daylight. With the first streak of dawn they resumed their way, and, after a ride of a couple of leagues, knew that the camp must be very near. Seeking a secluded retreat in very fastnes;;es of the mountains, Iron "Eyes left his sister, Death grip and the horses there, while he went off alone on a scout. Slie knew th a t there was no better trailer, or braver warrior in the tribe, and feared not to trust him and lay clown to rest. But, within several hours he returned, and told her that he had gained a .point where he could see the whole village of the Dog-Soldier Sioux, from the top of a huge pine tree which he had climbed. The prisoner he had distinctly seen led into the council tepee and that meant, as he well knew, that within three days he must die. Reel Dove seemed, for a moment, almost crushed by the new s but after thinking a while she said: "Will my brother Iron Eyes enter the Dog Sioux village for me?" The young warrior looked surprised at her strange request, but ansvYered promptly:


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 13 "The Iron Eyes will." "He can go with his lance at rest and his head bent." "As a warrior that bears a peace message?" "Yes." "He will go." "Let him tell the Robin Red Breast that the Red Dove will be his captive if he will set free the great white hunter." "No, the Red Dove shall not," said the young warrior, firmly. "Then she will go herself." "No, Iron Eyes will go; but 'vvhy sho uld the Red Dove give herself to the wicked Robin?" "She loves the white hunter." "The Robin Red Breast make a dog of her." "No, she will not remain with him." Iron Eyes cannot said the mystified warnor. "She will spread her wings, and fly back to her people." The warrior shook his head, dubiously. "Yes, she will never be the squaw of the Robin." "The Iron Eyes will go," said the young \:Varrior, placing perfect faith in his sister, and, rising, he equipped himself for his dangerous errand, and depart.eel for the vilk1ge of the Dog-Soldier Sioux. CHAPTER X. THE RED DOVE'S SACRIFICE. \Vhen Buff alo Bill had been carri e d to the mountain village of the ienegade chief, he was. after a while, placed in the council tent of the tribe, there to remain until Robin Red Breast devised some torture by which to slowly kill hiin, for his crimes having made him fly to the worst band of -Indians for refuge, he had become more devilish in his cruelty than the savages themselves. Rejoicing in having his old enemy, against whom he had sworn vengeance, wholly in his power, hi:! wished to have his mind as to what would be his fate, e11joying the prisoner's suffering as the cruel cat does the efforts of the mouse to escape from her mercile ss claws. He had thrown himself clown JtO rest, after enjoy a hearty breakfast, following his return, when he was aroused by a warrior, who reported a stranger having come into the village, with bowed head, and white feathers on his lance-head. "A Cheyenne?" asked the Red Breast. "No, a Sioux of Blackfoot's people," was the an swer. "Lead him here,'.' and the Red Breast put on his chief's bonnet, and bedaubed his face with warpaint to receive him. It was Iron Eyes, and he entered the presence of the renegade chief with the humble step of one wpo had come on a mission of peace. Robin Red Breast eyed the young warrior closely, and said: "You are Iron Eyes?" "The chief speaks straight." "The son of Blackfoot, the Sioux chief." "Yes, Ghief." "Why do you come here, when the warpaint is on the faces of your people and mine?" "My lance has its paint covered with white feath ers." "True, and that protects you; but what would the Blackfoot with me?" "The Blackfoot knows not of my coming; but tJ;ie Iron Eves would know if the Robin Red Breast would like to have in his power the Red Dove?" "Ha!" Wi t h this exclamation the eyes of the renegade fair l y blazed with exultation. He had l oved the Red Dove, and sought her love two years before, when he was a chief with Black foot's tribe; but she refused him with disdain, as she hated him. In revenge he had kidnaped her, and sought to take her to the Dog-Soldier Sioux band1 which he had made up his mind to join But Iron Eyes himseff although a mere boy, bad pursued and retaken his sister, and the renegade had been forced to fly to the Dog Sioux, who warmly -.velcomed him, and soon after made him their chief. Going in disguise to the settlement, he met Hazel Hart, visiting her father, as a Texas cattleman, and at once sought to gain her lo ve. But she met his advances coldly, and he swore re venge, and, being in league with another rejected su itor of hers, entered into the devilish plot to place the Red Dove in his power, if he would give him possession of Hazel, whom he intended to force into a marriage with him for a purpose which shall yet be revealed. But the ally was also playing hiri false, and the plots of the two were overthrown y the rescue of the two maidens by Buffalo Bill. Not knowing that this ally meant treachery toward him, be thought if he could gain possession of Red Dove, he would place Hazel in his power as an ex change, and to this end he was working, and felt that to get Buffalo Bill out of the way would be a long step toward its accomplishment. He was therefore delighted when the Iron Eyes suggested his getting possession of the Red Dove, and after a few moments' thought, answered him: "Yes, I would like the Red Dove, the Sioux queen." "The Robin Red Breast can have her." "Does the Iron Eyes mean it?" "The Iron Eyes has no crooked fongue."


14 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. "Ah! well, you want something in return?" iYes.'. ;;I knew it; what does the Iron Eyes want?" "The Robin Red Breast has a prisoner?" ''?.Jany of them." "One known as a great white hunter?" "Ah! who does the Iron Eyes mean?" "The Dead Shot Chief." ';The devil! how did the Iron Eyes know this?" "He hCJ. s eyes "So I see, and good ones, too, to make this discovery almos t as soon as I knew it myself. Well what of the Dead Shot?" "The Iron Eyes will gi v e him the Red Dove for the Dead Shot Chief." The renegade started visibly. He bent his piercing eyes upon the young warrior as though to read his inmost soul. There was something in all this he could not un-derstand. .The young Sioux offering to give up his beautiful sister for the possession of Buffalo B ill. "Why does the Ii:on Eyes make this offer?" he asked. "\iVhy should the R o bin wish to read the heart of the Iron Eyes?" was the calm response. The renegade was silent for a few moments. To get Hazel into his by his own efforts he to be almost impossible for his warriors would not follow him as far into the s ettlements as the Hart Ranch, and. had disfiked even going after Buffalo Bill. But with the Red Dove his captive, he could get possession of Hazel, he thought, through an ex change with his ally, and he felt a ssured that Bill, if free,. would return to the Haunted Ranch, and his chance for revenge upon him would oniy be put off for a short time. So he decided upon the exchange of his prisoner for the Red D.ove, and said: ''When will the Iron Eyes make this exchange?" "To-night." "W"here ?" "At the Willow Creek." "At what point?" "The Buffalo crossing." "At what hour?" "\Alhen the night turns." "Midnight, you mean?" "Yes, chief." "I will be there with the prisoner." '.'The Robin Red Breast must come alone with the prisoner." "Does the Iron Eyes take me for a fool?" "The Robin will remember that the Willow Creek runs between. hills, with prairie a porry's run on either side." "Yes." "He will leave his warriors in the hills, and come alone with the hunter to the creek." "Yes." "The Iron Eyes will come alone from the hills with the Red Dove." "I see." "Does the Iron Eyes speak straight?" "As straight as any Injun can speak, for you'd make a fox envious with your cunning, but the Robin will be there with the hunter if you say at noon to-morrow." The young Sioux questioned with a look, why, in the daytime. "Because," said the renegade, understanding him, "the darkness covers a multitude of sins, and may cover a multitude of your. father's warriors. ''Say noonday, and I'll be there." "The Robin Red Breast has spoken, and the Iron Eyes will be there with the Red Dove," arid, refusing the hospitality offered him, the young Sioux left the village, where hundreds gazed longingly upon h i s scalplock. CHAPTER XI. THE START. That Buffalo Bill was greatly surprised the following morning after his arrival in the Dog Sioux camp to be told to mount a horse and leave the village there can be no doubt, for he knew we!T that his foe intended to put him to death, yet did not relinquish hope. His guards him to the head of a band of two hundred horsemen, where Clement, the renegade chief and his old foe, awaited him. He was bound to his horse, and his wrists still wore the steel cuffs. Robin Red nodded as he came up, and said, as he moved forward, his warriors following: "You were born under a lucky star, Bi!I Cody." !'So I've found out, and you under a dog star, which is a sure sign that you'll some day be hanged." The renegade smiled away the frown that came to his bre w at the words, and said: "I h:-ive been torturing my brain to find the best torture to put you to:" "\\i ell, what have you decided upon?" was the cool reply. "I first thought I would tie you to a stake and burn you." "Tha t 's an old style o f refined Indian cruelty; but I should think a man like you could find something more terrible." "So I thought, as the flames would soon kill you. "Then I thought that if I tied you on the back of a mustang, and turned you loose in the mountains,


THE BU ff ALO Bill STORIES. the.! wolves woulo run you down and tear you to pieces." "Yes, that would be enjoyable, for the other wolves." "No ; for I wo1.1ld not see your misci-y." "I fc:>_rgot; what next did you decide upon?" "To give you up." "Give me up?" "Yes." "To what?" "To your friends "vVho, for instance?" "The Sioux." "Do as you please; you know I am not inter .said Bill. calrnJ.y, thoue-h a ray of hope flashed through his heart. "There is to be a bargain, t!10.ugh." "Ah! what do the Sioux consider me worth?" .'The Red Dove.1 ; J "What!" and Buffalo Bill's face paled. "They are to give me the Red Dove for you." "Never." "I say yes." "And I say I will never consent fo it." "Oh, yes, you will. "I will not, Clement, you base hound of hell!" "You will not -1,:Je asked." "I will not allow it. "You are in iro11s, an

16 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. "What wants the Red Breast with the Red Dove?" "The Robin Red Breast loves the Red Dove," was the evasive reply. "And why sought the Robin the white hunter?" "For revenge!" savagely said the renegade. "And he loves the Red Dove well to give up his revenge for her?" she inquiringly said. "Yes." "The Iron Eyes made this bargain?" "He did." "The Robin Red Breast is the prisoner of the ed Dove." Quick as a flash of lightning she raised the hand that had been hanging in the folds of her buckskin shirt, and the muzzle of a revolver was pressed hard against the head of the renegade. Clement was a man of undoubted nerve, and pos sessed of great courage, and not a movement did he make, as he saw that his life would be the forieit. He knew the girl, and he saw that she had him dead if he moved, and that her act was as great a surpri,se to her brother as it was to him and to Buf falo Bill as the expressions on their faces plainly indicated. fo his belt wer e his revolvers, but one hand held his rei1is, the other had hold of the lariat that held the pr.isoner's horse, and he dared not drop one or the othe' r, as the shot must follow that would end his days. The tableau lasted for only a moment, and then the renegade said in an injured tone: "The Red Dove has broken faith with the Robin ." "The Robin speaks1 with a crooked tongue, for the Red Dove made no compact with him. "The Iron Eyes went to the Red Breast, and asked if he would exchange the hunter for the Red Dove, and he agreed to meet the Robin here. "The Iron Eyes believed the Red Dove meant to give herself into the power of a snake, but she would have done so only to save the hunter from death. "She came here prepared to take the Robin, if in her power, and he is her prisoner. "Let the Iron Eyes bind the Robin Red Breast." The young warrior, who seemed now to be thoroughly swayed by his sister, quietly dismounted, threw the coif of his lariat over the shoulders of the renegade, and quickly ha d his arms secured. "Now, let the Iron Eyes find the key to the iron ropes on .the white hunter's wrists," said Red Dove, calmly. Iron Eyes soon drew the key of the steel hand cuffs out of the saddle-pocket of the renegade, and instantly released Buffalo Bill of his gag, irons and bonds. "The Dead Shot is free now, and the Robin Red Breast is .bis prisoner," softiy said the Red Dove, I j now lowering her weapon from the head of the renegade, who had become very pale at her words. With an effort Buffalo Bill spoke, from the effects of the gag in his mouth, but, swallowing a few cupfuls O f water from the creek, he regained his voice, and said: "I thank the Red Dove from my heart, but, as the Robin Reel .Breast trusted in the word of the Iron Eyes, and came here, I cannot harm him, but would my. let him go." ''He is the bead Shot's bitter foe." "True, and I am his, and will show him no mercy i[ we meet in fair combat, but now I cannot take his lifr." 'The Dead Shot has a good heart, and is a great chief," said the Red Dove, fully understanding Buf falo Bill's reasons f9r not taking advantage of his foe. ,. "Yes, Cody, you are a square man, and I bury the hatchet between us for those words," said the renegade, with real feeling and warmth. Buffalo Bill smiled, and r eplied : "I leave the hatchet unburied, Clement, and may the best man win should we meet again. "Now, for the safety of the brave Indian maiden, as your golng alone upon the prairie would bring upon her your pack of howling red wolves, I will leave you tied here until she and her brother can make good their escape." At these words, Red Dove beckoned to Buffalo Bill to approach, and said: "Up the creek three miles is your horse; the Iron Eyes has your arms in his blanket, and we can reach there, and that will give us a long start, and the Dog Sioux will not dare to follow us far." Buffalo Bill then turned to the renegade and said: "Robin Red Breast, I'll tie you here, but if you arc smart and have p 'atience you can untie yourself in half-an-hour, and then go after your red houl}ds, and put them on our trail; but I warn you if you ride far toward the set.tlements the rancheros will make this country too hot for you." Buffalo Bill then set to work and ski llfully bound the renegade, so that he would have hard work to undo the knots in less than an hour's time, and then, mounting his horse, he said: "Clement, y .ou know that I owe this girl my life, for I know you would have killed me, and I warn you that if harm befall her, I shall dog your trail like a bloodhound, and by the worst torture I can invent for such a wretch to die by, you shall end your days." Without another word, he rode away on the mustang he had ridden there, while upon either side was Iron Eyes and Red Dove, the latter's face bright with joy at her clever and successful ruse to free the man she so madly loved


' W \' >'. V _,,,, THE BUFF ALO BrLL STORIES. 17 CHAPTER XIII. ( UNI,OVJtD. 'As the two Indians and Bill rode avyay, the renegade was the picture o& fury, for he felt how clev erly he had been mastered at his own game of treach-ery. ..'. He had intended to deliberately shoot the Iron Eyes dead, as soon as he could get near him, and also the horse ridden by Red Dove, and this would give him the much-coveted scalp of the young chief, place the maiden in his power, and leave his foe, Buffalo Bill, still at his mercy. But Red Dove's daring had thwarted this treachery, -and he was left to nurse his and untie his bonds. At a swift gallop, and keeping well within the sh elter of the willows, the three rode up tpe creek, and within half-an-hour's ride came to where Noble was awaiting them, with the faithful Deathgrip lying down near by. The joy of Deathgrip at the sight of his master was unbounded, and Noble also recognized the one who had so long been his companion. Buffalo Bill seemed deeply touched at again meeting his dumb pets. But they did not tarry longer than for Bill to mount Noble and transfer all the equipments not needed by .the three to the back of the 1mistang which the renegade had mounted his prisone r up o n, little dreaming that the pony would become that prisoner's property. Riding out then froh1 the willows it w a s some time before the DogS o ldier Sioux descried them upon the prairie. But \ Yith miles start, they had little t o f ear from pursuit, a n d rode a t a swift gall o p toward the mountains. L ooking back, they saw that the Dog Si o u x wer e greatly e xcited for a while, and the n in a bod y starte d f o r the buffal o ford on the cree k. They lrnd gotten half way there, when the fug i tives saw a horseman da s h out from the willow s, and ride toward the warriors. It was the reneg ade, and he was g esticulating wildly as he rode. At last he reached the band, a halt w a s called, and then all came on i n pursuit of the fugitives, who now had ample time to cause them no need to pres s their horses. After reaching the ford, and discovering that his foes had disappeared in the foothills, R o bin Red Breast realized the uselessnes s of pursuit, and turned his b and homeward, for he had no desire to bring the allied forces of the settlers and Blackfoot clo wn upon him which would drive him to the plains and mountains further north. Seeing that Red Robin had wisely given up the chase, the fugitives drew their horses down t o a walk, and headed for the village of the chief, Blackfoot, h a lf-a-hundred miles distant, where Buffalo Bill had consented to go at the urgent request of his red friends, who had so nobly s erved him. It was late in the night when they rode into the village, but the Blackfoot was aroused and gave his former patient, and now his guest, a warm welcome among his people, and a tepee was placed at the s ervice of the visitor, where he soon fell asleep, in the midst of a tribe that only a short while before had been his bitter enemies, and longed to take his scalp. The foll o wing morning Buffalo Bill met the Sio u x chiefs, and was an object of admira tion to them, and the envy of every young warrior in the village, for all h a d heard of his desperate deeds ; and that he bore a ch arme d lif e while Blackfoot had told his people that the great white hunter fearlessly dwelt in a ranch haunted by shadows from the happy hunting grounds a circumstance that made them regard him with reverence and a we, as one favored by the Great Spirit. Aft e r a few da y s sta y in the village of Red Dove' s people and in which Deathgrip also came in for the 'greates t admira tion, as well as his master, for he would not notice any Indian dog in the tribe, Buf falo Bill bade farewell and started home for his l o nely and ghost-haunted ranch. R e d D o ve and Iron Eyes accompanied him severa l mil es up o n hi s way, but at last the maiden came t o a halt, a nd with tears in her eyes held out her hand in farewell. W ith real e m o tion, Buffalo Bill grasped her hand, and t old her h o w much he thanked her, and that she ,, ; o uld b e h i s India n s i s t e r, and Iron Eyes his reds k i n brothe r a n d for them to come to him when t h e y needed his aid. But n o t o ne word of love s p o ke he to. the redskin m aiJen a n d with a he art full of bitterness, she went b a ck t o h e r pe ople th e truth forcin g itself upon her at la s t that s he wa s not belo ve d by the man for whom she woufd gl a dly give up h e r very life CHAPTER XIV. TII:J;; VICII,ANTE C A P TA I N URG ES A CI. AIM. Se ve ral clays after the of Buffalo Bill by Robin Red Breast, Hazel was surprised at seeing a horseman ride up to the ranch. She recognized him as the o ne she had mos t cause to fear. Say tha t I do not care to s ee Captain Don," said she to ol d N a nce. The m e s s a g e wa s duly c onveyed by the negress to the vigil ante capta in who was attired in his best, and looked the exceedin g ly handsome-man he was. "Please say to Miss Hart, Nance, tt I desir e t o


t8 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. see her upon a mo st ithportant matter, and beg that She will grant me an interview,'' replied the cap tain. The message was conveyed to the maiden, and, wondering, a nxious and embittered, she consented to see her visitor. Entering the pleasant parlor1 Hazel bowed haughtily, and retnained standing, while the captain rose and greeted her with courtly grace. "Miss Hart, I am sorry to have urged you to see me, after yot11 message that you we r e not at home to me, but the truth is, I beg to co 1 1vince you that I have been grievously wronged by you, and by mariy,'' he said, in his soft, winning way. "I have been so grievously wronged by you, Cap tain Don, that I wonder you dare show your face before me." "It is to convince you, "Miss Hart, if you please," she said, haughtily. "It was Bazel once." ''.Then I believed you to be an honorable man, but now I know you to he stained with dishonoraye, and upon you rests the blood of my father and brother." "Hazel Hart, I S\vear to you that I am not guilty of the crimes of which I am accused,'' he said, with an earnest frankness that caused her to look him squarely in the face, and for the moment seemingly to believe him. Observing the advantage gained, he continued in the same low, but .earnest, tone: .' "Unhappy in my Eastern home, from circum stances which I do not care to relate, I came here to 'the border, and with what little means I possessed settled myself here as a ranchero. "I met you and loved you, and I was received as an honored guest by your father and mother; but jealous rivals, on account of my name being similar to an old foe of your father, caused me to be looked upon with suspicion and then wi.th hatred. "Then came into the neighborhood an outlaw who strangely resembing me, committed a number of crimes for which I was blamed. "That man I have found wa s a cousin of mine, between whom and myself there was a remarkable like ness, and he, hating me, has done this to ruin me. "He it was who had the feud with your kindred, a11d he it was who killed your brother and your father, and who is now committing crimes, o f which I am acct1sed. "But I am able, thank Goel, to prove an alibi, and I come to you, begging you, Hazel, that you condemn me not until you know all." "You, sit, as taptain of a band of vigilantes, should aMuredly bring this double of yours to the rope's end,'' she sai'1, coldly. "I am mov t?; Heaven attcl earth to do so, Hazel, and I need only your kind sympathy to aiq me in my work." "'Bring your double to justice, and let me see 'him face to face with you, and then I will humbly beg you to forgive my doubt' of you, and my cruel Wc>tds against you. "But until I meet that man and yourself face to face, you and I ate strangers!" "Hazel, one word--" he pleaded. "No, for you know the alternative ; go!" He bowed in his courtly way, turned and left the room, and, as he r ocle away, Hazel Hart gazed after him, and murmured: "Yes, I could have loved him once-at least I thought I did; but be he innocent of all wrong, I could not do so now; as in my heart is the image of a man as far above him as an angel is above a devil. "But how is it that strange man fascinates me? "He does not love me, for he is a married man, I know. His life is one of continual bloodshed, and the cross he has to bear seems to be to kill his fellow beings. "And yet I blame hin1 not, for he is all gentleness and kindnes s and a bitter fate 011ly 111.akes him what he i s A h me! how different it is with true love,. for even were he evil I believe I would love h\m." In these words Hazel Hart but expressed the story: of a w oman's heart. CHAPTER XV. A GUES f Al' THE HART RAKCH. \i\Then Buffalo Bill returned to hi s Haunted Ranch, he discoYered that no stranger had been theTe to rob or disarrange, and the key was where Red Dove had told him he would find it And yet there was evidence that his former ghos tly visitant had been playing the same old pranks. as a skeleton form had been taken from the peg where he had hung it outside, anti was snugly lying in his bed. "This cot's to small for you and me, Dry Bones, so git," he said, in his habitually calm way. and_ the s keleton was returned to t)le peg outside the c abin, while Deathgrip, as if to urge upon the unsightly object the impropriety of going into his master's bed, sat on his haunches opposite it, and barked m1til Bill bade him be still, adding: 1 "Your tail will drop to-night quick enottgh, Death grip, when that chap's cousin comes pt'Owling along on its midnight walk. "Then you'll be as still as if the bark had all been drawn out of you with a corkscrew. "Here, go al)cl Noble and 'Renegade to-, the valley," and by the latter l'efened to the


l'HE BU ff J\LO BILL STORIES. 19 he ha.cl ridden from the Dog-So1tdier Sioux camp 'vhen a prisoner. Deathgrip readily obeyed and returned and kept his eye on the cliff as if expecting more trouble from that quarter. "That's right, old dog, for vve were caught napping before, and w e must keep our eyes on the watch, or we'll dance 'a jig, in midair yet with a lariat around our necks; but let us have suppe r, and to-morrow we will ride 0ver to Satan's Mine for a day or two, and see what the natives think of u s. The following morning, Buffalo Bill, mounted on his fav orite horse and thoroug hly armed, locked his cabin and started for the town of Satan's Mine, fol-lowed by the faithful bloodhound. -Branching off from the r:e gitlar course, he went by the Hart Ranch, where H.azd gavk him a warm wel come, congratulated him upon his pe; rfect restoration to health, and heard from his lips the story of his late adventure and d aring rescue by Iron Eyes and Red Dove. Hazel patted her foot impatiently at the mention of Red Dove' s name, and in her heart she f e lt deep jealousy of the reds kin maiden; but yet she was unable to detect in Buffalo Bill's manner any reason for believing tha t he loved the India n g irl. The maiden then told Buffalo Bill of her visit from the vigilante captai. n and of his assertion that he was the victim of a conspiracy against him. "Well, Mi s s Hazel, he may be," he an s wered, "but I'll find it out before I leave Satan' s Mine, where I am now going." Hazel tried to persuade him not to go there, as she dreaded trouble; but he was determined, and o nly con sented to remain at the ranch for dinner, in stead, as she had hoped, much longer. The dinner was a masterpiece of culir iary art, old Nance h aving tried herself. "Fer cla t lub of a gemman what sabe Missy Ha zel," as she put it. And Bill enjoyed the meal immensely and Deathgrip came in for a generous share, for Uncle Peter eyed him closely, and said to Aunt Nance: "01' gal, keep that darn dawg chawing vittles and he won' t have time ter luk at us. "Gor' amighty hain't he a livin' terrer ter sinners!" : Yas, honey, he am, an' I am watchin' him, too, an' 'tends ter keep him chawin', hut in case he sh'u' cl git scrumshious does yer see dat teakittle, ol' man?" "I does." "vVaal, chile, it are full o' scaldin' water, an' I is keepin' it on ther hottest part o' ther fir e an' the t doggone dog'll get peeled from de nose ter de end ob his tail, ef he opens a growl in dis kitchen, fer he do look as tho' ther devil were inside o' him." -"He do, ol' woman, but keep him feedin', an' he won't growl." Whether, from having his master talk to him so much, Deathgrip had acquired a knowledge of the Anglo-African tongue, also, and understood what w a s s aid, I am unable to state, but certain it is, he suddenly, as Aunt Nance moved toward him with more food shot out of the door like an arrow, a sud den movement on his part that caused Black Peter, t o utter a terrified oath, and the old negress to spring for her kettle, believing the time for peeling the dog with scalding water was arrived. CHAPTER XVI. A SENSATION IN THE: CAMPS. The sun just the horizon when Buf falo Bill r &l e into Satan's Mine, at an easy canter, with Deathgrip at the heels of his horse, and present-ing a rather formidalfle party. Every person alon g the thoroughfares gazed upon th e handsome man, for already was his face well known to .and from lip to lip flew the rumor that Buff a lo Bill, the dead shot, had come to town, and thi s circumstance gave the lie to many, who had s aid with all hi s pluck he would .not dare to come there after having slain i;nany of the band of vigi lante s G o in g s ti' aight to the Ranchero's Exchange, he put up his horse in the stable, and sauntered care l e ssly a lon g to Sloan's grocery, Deathgrip keeping close to his heels, and bestowing an ugly look upon any o ne he met. Elij a h Sloan g r eeted his custome r most cordially, c o n gratulat in g him upon his heal f hy appearance, and th e n in a whi sper said: "You played the devil with the gang that went to hang you, but be careful, for there are three of the thirteen nmv in tO\v n, and there sits one of them now. "I h ave not heard him say a word against you, but t'othe r two I h a ve, and you must watch 'em sharp." The one referred to as being present, who had been one of the thirteen to attack the cabin, was Bricktop, who was seated over in the loafer's corner o f the s to r e He had s e e n Buffalo Bill enter, but had made no remark, and now he saw hi s recent friend, but pretended foe, advancing toward him. "You are one of the gang who attacked my ranch, I b e lie ve?" said Buffalo Bill, sternly. "I were, pard, and I are ashamed o' myself fer ther lickin' yer give us," frankly answered Bricktop, who had caught the quiet sign of Bill that he wished to speak to him a s soon as he could do so. "Then you h av e no quarrel with me, sir?" contin ued Bill.


20 THE BUFF ALO B ILL STORIES. "Nary, p ard, fer I are es peaceable es a lamb." "All right; pard Sloan, put us all up some drinks," ap.d the s t o rekeeper r eadily obeyed Buffalo Bill's re qu est, and the c rowd drank his health with a gusto. Telling Sloan he wo u ld come in and make some before he left town, Bill started up the street to an unfrequented part of the camps, and, walk ing slow ly, he was soon overtaken by Bricktop, who sai d : "Pard, yer skeered me durn nigh ter dea t h, fer yer di d look mad; but pe r haps it are yer nat'ral look." "I wished to give you a sign to meet me, and knew not how else to do it. ''Now, what have you discovered?" f'Thar is sart'inl y two o' 'em, an' I've a friend who i s goin' ter tell me w har ter find ther double 1 "Indeed! this is news; but when will you know?" "To-morrow sometime." "Then, if I have left town, come to the ranch, and bring your friend, if you wish "I'll do it." "After I have solved this mystery, I will give you a position on my ranch as head herder, if you will take it." "Will a baby suck candy, pard ?" "All right, the position is yours; now tell me who has the boss gambling saloon here?" "Paddy Wells hes ther Pali s ." "Then I shall go there to-night; but first I shall go to the Exchange for supper. "Be on hand at both place s if you can." "I'll be thar; but look out for Bouncer Brooks." "The landlord?" "Thet's him : an' keep your eye open fer ther two thet helped make up ther thirteen." "I will be on my guard." "An' so will I, fer they shan't do no backslidin' work on yer, pard. Buffalo Bill laughed lightly, and the two parted. Straight to the Ranchero's Exchange Bill went. His entrance into the tavern caused a general hum o f excitement, for it was now after dark, and the float ing crowd had congregated there, antidpating a d isturbance, as all Satan's Mine knew now that the dead shot was in town, and were aware of the threats made against his life by many Unmindful of the sensation his entrance into the tavern created, Buffalo Bill wa lked straight up to the counter, nodded to Bouncer Brooks, who stood be h ind it, p icked up a pen to register his name, leaned over the book, and suddenly dropped to the floor, just as there came a pistol's ring behi11d him, and, with a shriek of agony, the giant landlord sa n k be h in d his desk, a bullet in his heart. "You got my medicine, Bouncer," said Buffalo B ill, as h e sprang to his feet, his right hand thrust forw ard, and i n it a r evolver. With the movement came the report, and down dropped a man in the crowd, the same who had fired the shot meant for Buffalo Bill and fatal to the landlord, whom Buffalo Bill, under his b row, had seen make a motion to some one b ehind t o eith e r fire o r hi t him, and this had ca u se d h im t o d r o p with t he rapidity of lightriing "Are he des.d ?" cried several voices. "Why ask ?-didn't ther dead shot p ull ther trig ger?" came an a n swer. "Yes, he are dead, an' he got-it i n h is b r a i11," said another. "An' Bouncer got it in his heart when he were not 'spectin' it." "Who are he?" "Number eleven o' ther thi rteen." "Vi/aal, thar are n umber twe l ve, as hes been g i vin' lip as ter what he are goin' ter do when he sees ther dead shot; better send him word thet Buffalo Bill are hettr, so as we kin bury 'em both in ther same coffin." This remark caused a general laugh; but Buffalo Bill had heard all, he had seemingly been intent on registering his name and that of DeaH1grip. When he had finished, those who glance& at the register read : Buffalo Bill, Rancher, D ea thgrip, Thi:! Haunte d Ranch. "Co me, my man. as the landlord is not here to attend to busine s s, kindly show me to my room," said Bill, calmly, addressing a clerk of the tavern, who readily obeyed. After making his toilet for supper. Buffalo Bill went to the bar, nodded pleasantly to the who had sndclenly. by his act, stepped into the proprietorship of the Ranchero's Exchange, and, turning to the crowd, asked them to join him in a drinkan invitation that was promptly accepted. Then an adjournment was made to the dining-room, where Deathgrip occupied his seat at the table \\'ith the dig nity of a judge. Suddenly Buffalo Bill detected a little byplay over in one corner of the room, for he saw a man enter hastily, seize a napkin, waiter and apron, and fastening the latter about him, start for the kitchen. watching the door for his reappearance-for Bill had recognized the man as number twelve of the band who had attacked him-he knew that the man was playing a bold game to get behind him and shoot him, knowing that in his disguise as a serrnnt, no one would notice his movements. But, while sipping his coffee, and with his eye no ticing every form and face that passed in and out of the door leading to the kitchen through which his intended assassin had disappeared, Buffalo B ill was suddenly startled by a fierce yelp, and a savage spring from Deathgrip, and the floor shook under the fall of two heavy bodies.


THE BUFFALO .BILL '' 21 Every one was on his feet in an instant, anCI there upon the floor lay the would-be assassin, his cocked pistol htst fallen from his limp hand, his throat crushed tn the jaws of the savage hound, whose quick eyes had caught sight of the man as he came behind his master, and saw in his hand the deadly weapon that was beit'lg thrust against his head, and which his instinct told him was meant to harm. 'Let go, Deathgrip, for you have done your work, good dog. "Here, waiter, give me another cup of coffee, for mine was upset in that little trouble just now, and fetch another steak for my dog," was Bill 's cool or

22 THE BUFf' ALO BILL STORIES. just pas s ed, for, with all his lion nature, and desperate courage when aroused, Buffalo Bill's heart was in the right place. CHAPTER XVIII. TRAILING A GHOST. The sun was above the horizon when Buffalo Bill rode up to his cabin door and dismounted. Entering, he saw the same skeleton form in his cot as on the occasion of his other departures from the cabin. "Well, for a fellow that has slept in a grave, you do love your comfort, I must say," Buffalo Bill muttered, as he once more returned the skeleton to its roost outside. "How the devil that old rattler 1gets in my cabin, I don't know. "There is no other key like this, for I asked Sloan, and the windows are all as I left them, and there are no crevices in the walls. "Perhaps he came down the chimney? "No, for he could not get in at the top. "Grip, I've got a notion to go off again, and leave you in the cabin to tackle the ghosts. "No, your tail drops at the suggestion, although you will chew up a full-sized man without trouble. "Well, I'll go ghost-hunting mys elf to-morrow, night, if that ghost tramp shows itself to-night, for iHs time that I solved this mystery." And that night, as before the ghostly form did ap and, gliding toward the canon, was lost to view. Buffalo Bill calmly watched it disappear, and, returning to his cot, sunk to sleep once more. The next night, an hour before midnight-'-the regular appearing hour of the ghostly visitant-he bade Grip lay clown in the cabin and await his return. Then leaving his door open, as was his c .ustom, he glided softly in the direction of the canon. Concealing himself behind the stockade barrier, he waited for the coming of the strange form he had so often seen. Midnight at last came, as he discovered by feeling the hands eif his watch, and then he saw the form approaching in the darkness. It appeared from the direction of the graves in the thicket, where also had been buried by Black foot the bodies of the dead vigilantes and, gliding by the cabin, came directly for the caficin. As it drew near Buffalo Bill saw that the same weird, greenish light shone on it, and he nerved him self for the coming struggle, as though he were going to face half-a-score of foes. Nearer and nearer it came until the mouth o.f the canon was reached. Here it came to a halt, turned and seemed to be looking back at the cabin, and once more came slowly on. Turning aside before it reached the sto.ckade, it went close to the right wall of the canon, where the cliff rose over a hundred sheer feet above it, and here it again stopped. Watching intently, Buffalo Bill saw its arms move, then it seemed rising from the ground bodily, and, wit h a mighty spring 4e leaped the and seized the ghostly form in his powerful arms. A wild cry broke from its lips, and an answering bark came from Deathgrip in the cabin, while Bill said, quickly: "By Heaven! but you're solid for a ghost,, and your lungs haven't been hurt by your midnight prowling." "Release me!" The voice was hoarse with fright and passion combined. "Nary release, my ghostly friend, for I'm ghosthunting to-night, and 'twon't do to go home without any game, as Grip would never forgive me." "I say, release me," came again, in hoarse tones. "Not I, for I've got to see just what you are made of. "Come. If you cry out, I'll send my knifeblade re aching for your heart," and Bill tried to urge his strange captive on. But it would not move, and, raising the whiterobed form in his strong arms, he carried it straight to his cabin. At the sight of the ghostly-looking load his master carried, Deathgrip seemed uneasy; but a light was at once struck, the door closed, and Buffalo Bill turned for a fair look at his captive "Well, you are a healthy-looking ghost, that's a fact he said. But there was no answer from the. white-robed form that stood like a statue before the scout. "Yes, here is your shroud, and this tincup turned bottom-side up, with a green glass on it, and a candle in it, and fastened on your head, made that greenish light. "Then you are rubbed all over with that cursed herb the Indian s use to keep dogs off and that's what made Grip s kip for h i s hole when he smelt it. "\Veil. you w e ii::rh ju s t about one hundred and SPV enty pounds of cussedness, and if you don't wag that tong ue of v ours and giy e m e full p anicnia r s regarding you, I'll put you where all good ghosts go." A s Bill address ed the ghostly capture he had made he deliberately stripped from it the white robe and spectral equipment and a tall i well-knit man was re ve a led clad in the rough costume of a miner. In his belt was a knife, his only weapon; he seemed to rely upon his ghostly attire to keep one at a distance. His face was dark, evil-looking, bearded and as


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 23 !lid as a corpse, while he trembled violently, not ving recovered from Bill's unexpected spring upon s ghostship. "Now who -are you?'' ''There is no need of te lling you, for you do not ro w me," was the surly answer. "I will.-know you, though, and if yo u don't answer 1e I'll kill you and turn you over to Grip to pick, h d he ll have your bones so clean by morning I can 'you up on the other peg out there. "Now talk " \i\lhat do you want to know?" "Whose ghost are you?" "I was masqueradingfor a purpose." ''I'd like to know it.". ''I'll give you a handsome sum in gold if you'll let e go," pleaded the prisoner. 'And I'll give you just eight inch es of s(eel be r een your ribs if you don' t talk." The man saw his captor was not to be trifled wit h he said: "\rVha t shall I say?" "Who are you?" "My name is Burke." 'Ah, indeed? You h ave told the truth, and you e just the man I want." The prisoner loolecl surprised, and asked: ''What do you want with me?" ''To hang you, if you don' t tell all you know." \ V!ia t terms will I get?" "Death, if you don't!" "If I do?" "I'll let you go free "hen I'm done with you." "I'll do it. "You show wisdom; now I'm a boss listener, so 1 in." ''There is a mine in this mountain." So I thought; how many are working it?" "Four of us "Ah 1 for how lo .ng ?" "Three years the others have been here, but I e six months ago." "Yes, after a little killing scrape yo n got into in nsas City; but how did you manage to find this !!.Ce?" "I had a fri end here, and he \ vrote me how to cl f1i 111." 'And I suppose you have piled up plenty of dust t of the mine?" ''\Ve have a snug little sum; but we arc about wn to bedrock now, and it don t pan out much." "Who discovered thi s mine?" 'The first owner of this ranch. 'Ah, yes; and he lost his life suddenly?" 'Yes." 'Who killed him?" 'His chief cowboy." 'And who aided him ?" "Two other cowboys he l et into the secret." "And you have just killed everybody that has come to live here since?" "Excepting you." 'That's so; anti ha ve given out the idea that the piace was haunted?" "Yes." "And kept all people away?" 'Excepting you. ''That's so; but I am the pa rd of all ghosts; I have to make so many of them, you know. ''Now tell me who put that notice on my door to quit?" "We did." ''And who put that skeleton in my cot?" "I did." ''How did you get in my cabin?" ''There is a secret door in the chimney." 'T d like to see it." The p r i soner arose and showe d that the stucc o work of th e chimney on one side was ingeniously on a board with hinges, which swun g open, a space large enough to admi t a man. 'You are artists, pard," said Bill, in his quiet way. "It was made by the first owner of this cabin, as a means of getting in by lowe ring himself from the cliff wit h a lari at, and, the herder knowing all about it we used i t to frighten you," explained the miner. it 's funny but I didn't frighten worth a cent; but tell me, have yo u four men, just to get the gold in this sec r et mine, killed aJJ who came here, ai1d played ghost to scare others away?" "The others have ." "Ah, yes; t he y die! the killing and yo u played the ghost ... ; ow, wer e you not afraid of being shot?" "People don't shoot at ghosts, and besides I had t o take the chances." "You took mighty big chances with me, for if I had11' t thought you were a female g h ost, I'd have sent a bullet in you the first night I met you. "Now, pard, I wish you to g uide m e to your mine." "You sai d I might go free, and if I guided you there they'd kill me." "1 guess not, so come." The man dared not disobey and taking up the ghostly robes. Bil l went w ith him out of the cabin, calling Deathgrip to follow, which he did at a dis tance, not liking t h e herb with which the w.hite shroud was saturated. CHAPTER XIX. 'l 'IJ'.E SECRB'l'. Buffa l o Bill, walking close to the side of his oner, followed him through the pine thicket, where were the graves of the mineq' victims, listeni11g to his :.,tory h ow he had always ascended the cliff by a


I 24 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. lariat he had just lowered after passing the cabin in bis ghostly walk. Passing through the thicket, the prisoner stopped at a tall pine tree, which, he said, must be climbed, and Bill followed him up the tn1nk, to where a stout limb branched off over a spur of rock, and Grip was left behind. Along this they went, and a walk of a hundred yards brought them to a cave in an overhanging rock. "This is the mine, and they are in there working, for we work at night, and sleep by day,' whispered the prisQner. "All right; wait for me here, but, if you attempt to escape, I'll put my bloodhound on your trail, and--" ''I'll wait/' quickly said the man. "See that you do," and, throwing rthe ghostly raiment over his head and form, Bill stepped itno the cave, and, guided by the sound of blows in the rocks, and feeling his way, he soon came within sight ol the ligh.ts. There were three men at work digging and several lanterns lighted them at their work. Near by was piled up a small quantity of the pre cious metal, which the men had gotten out of the :rock with great difficulty, and on one side were the beds of the miners with a few cooking utensils and a box 1 provisions. <1Pards, strike work, for I want you,'' said Buffalo Bill. At the stern, deep voice, the three miners turned quickly, and their picks fell from their hands at the sight of a white-robed figure before them, and a pair of revolvers covering them. "Who in natur' are yer ?" cried one. "Life's too short to answer questions, pard, so here, one by one, and let me fix you so that I'll be sure of you." "Boys, he are one, and we are three-come !" and the man sprang forward to fall dead. Terrified at the fate of their comrade, and with the death shot echoing thrnugh the cavern, the other two cried for mercy, and one at a time were quickly bound. "Now, I'll take you to my home and entertain you -come!" Silently they followed him out of the cavern, and, seeing their traitor companion without, they cursed him bitterly for his treachery. 1 But Bill commanded silence, and, lbwering them from the cliff, called to Grip, who was patiently waiting at the tree, to watch them, and then followed the unbound miner down to the plateau. An; iving at the cabin, the three were secured, and, telling the bloodhound to keep his eye upon them, Buffa l o Bill threw himself upon his cot, and went to sleep as calmly as though no care were upon him. With the break of dawn he awoke, and found his prirnners all safe, and Grip keeping guard and wide awake. "I=-ards, we'll have some breakfast, and then we'll go to Satan's Mine, and I'll turn you over to the citizenc:; for trial, while you, my friend, had better light out, if you wish to save your neck." The one he had addressed and who was the ghost impersonator, was only too anxious to get away, and, taking his comrades'4\veapons and an outfit Bill gave him, left the cabin in hot haste. "It'll not be long before he s mounted on somebod y' s horse, and he'll get al ong in the we:>rld, pard, so don t y o u worry about him. Any fellow who can play ghost as he did can make a livin g Bill wa s about to leave Grip as custodian of his cap t ives when he di scovered Bricktop coming toward the cabin and behind him another horseman. "Pard, heur we i s fer a fact, an' I hes got all par tic.' lers," said Bricktop, and a s the two dismounted he added: "This are my pard, Hank Hutchins, an' he are squar', and he'll tell us a few words of wisdom Buffalo Bill greeted the newcomers and then told of his q.pture of the miners, after which he sat down to hear what Bricktop' s friend had to tell. "\Vell, pard, Bricktop says you know something of Dagger Don and his double?" said Bill inquiringly. "I do," was the quiet response. "Who is this Dagger Don?" "His real name is Durke Darrell, and he is a Kentuckian; but he was forced to leave home a few years ago on account of killing and robbing a friend who had a large sum of money." "He began well." "He has ended worse, for, though a ranchero, having purchased his stock with the money he got by, /


THE BUFF l\.LO BILL STORIES. 25 i s murder and robbery, and the vigilante captain, he "But lately learning. that Miss Hart, through an s the secret leader of a band of outlaws." aunt's death, is left a large fortune, having seen the "Ah! his record is improving; now, how is it he letters in reference to her inheritance through robnanages to be in two places at the same ?" bing the mail, he has now gone back to her, and is "He does not; there are two bands he controls-trying to prove that he is impersonated by some vii 1me the vigilantes, some of whom are in his secret, lain who did her cruel wrong by killing her father rn.d serve a double purpose, and the other band is and brother, when he was guilty of all, for where his hat of his outlaws double acted, it was but through his orders. "Among these latter is a man strangely like Durke "Now, you know who and what Dagger Don is," arrell and a little disguising similar dressing and, as the woman spoke, she removed ner beard akes them more so, for few could tell them apart. and wig, and a sad face was revealed to the aston"This man is his lieutenant, and he it is that puzi!'hed gaze of Buffalo Bill. Jes the settlers, as to the deeds of the vigilante cap/\ fter some further conversation on the subject, ain, for he is his perfect slave." BiH learned that Dagger Don, his dou l and Robin "And where is this lieutenant?" Red-Breast, were to meet in the mountains at the "He has a camp m the mountains fifteen miles o utlaw retreat in two days, and at once he decided om here." to capture them. "You know it?" Dispatching Bricktop on a fresh horse to the vil"I do." !age of Blackfoot, he gave him a note to Red Dove, "May I ask how you found it?" whom he knew could both read and write) and the "I was a me'mber of the band." result of this was that the Indian Girl, her brother, "Indeed! you don' t look like a villain, but looks Iron Eyes, and fifty Sioux warriors came to the cabin re deceiving," said Bill. the next day. "In my c a se particu1arly so, for I am a woman. / In a few words he told H n d Dove of her fortune, For an instant Buffalo Bill lost his composure and and she was give0n the letters which the outlaws had tarted, while he asked, amazedly: taken from the men who had been sent to seek het, "A woman?" and whom they had killed, and which the deserted "Yes; for Durke Darrell is my husband, and the wife had saved for her, as also those sent by mail for &an he killed was my brother. Hazel Hart. "His crimes made me revengeful, and I have Under guidance, Buffalo Bill and his party, carryo gged his slep, and, tracking him, became a mem-ing the two miners with them, sought the outlaw reer of hi'.; band at first taking his double for him. treat; and Iron Eyes who had gone on a scout, hav "How to punish him and his band together, I had ing reported that both Red-Breast and Dagger Don 0 ide a until I had a talk with Bricktop here, and he accompanied by a few white horsemen and warriors, ought me to you." had pa s sed on into the mountains, they moved cau 'And wh a t punishment do you wish meted out to tiously to the attack, and s uddenly dashed out upon a rrell ?" asked B ill. the surprised and thunderstruck outlav::::. "At first I intende d t o kill him my s elf; but now I At the head of all went Buffalo Bill, with Deathill not stain my s o ul with his life. He is too base grip plunging along by hi s side. 1 live, for he soug-ht to make Hazel Hart his wife; Straight for Robin Red-Breast he rode, and recog-1t she ref u se d him and, lea -rning tha t an Indian nizing him, the renegade's revolver flashed with rl whos e mother was a white woman, had inheri t ed of his foe for tune from her grandfather, a Canadian trader, Eut his bullet found a target in poor Grip's brain, v vas anxious to marry her, and gain posseswho sunk without a groan, while Buffalo Bill's aim, n of her money. ever true, pierced the heart of the cruel renegade. "To do this, he leagued himself with a wretch, a .As if conscious that his work was well done, withnegade chief of the Dog-Soldier Sioux, who was to out looking to see, Bill wheeled and rode down upon ace the girl in his power in return for Hazel Hart, Durke Darrell, crying out as he did so: inst whom he wis hed to reap reveng-e. "This is not Satan s Mine, but we are well met."


. 26 THE BUff ALO BILL STORIES. The vigilante captain was defending himself against two Indians, but turned aMhe words o f Buf falo Bill to find a revolver pressing at his head, and hear the command : "Durke Darrell, surrender." "I can do nothing else," was the su llen reply. "That's wise of you, for I would hate to cheat the hangma n ou.t of a job," and in an instant almost the outlaw chief was securely bound. Coming up to him and gazif).g into his face, his deserted wife said, with triumph in he r tones: "Durke Darrell, whatever death you die, remem you owe it to me ." he gasped. gazing in horror upon the face, now no. longer disguised. "Yes, I a m Constance, your wife-soon to be your widow "We shall 11eet no on earth Farewell!" She mounted her horse and rode s lowl y away. Leaving a detail of Indians to bury the dead, amon. g whom was Darrell's double Buffa l o Bill set '.offwi.th hi s prisoners to Satan's Mine. ... When Bill arrived at Satan's Mine with his pri s oners, he had no difficulty in getting them taken off his hands by the enraged citizens, and "Judge Lynch" quickly sat in trial upon them. The miners were first tried for the murder of the owner of the ranch that had been sa i d to b e haunted, and their sente nce followed quickly-their exectt tin o im mediately after. Then Darrell was tried for his crimes; the proofs against him were damning, ancl he was strung up to a tree to snffer the penalty of his miscleeds. < 1,'To the last he was reckless and vindictive, cursing ,.lauffalo Bill with his last breath. \t\lhen the executions were over, Satan's l \Iine looked so se rene having been cleaned of so man) of its evil citizens, that Bricktop remarked: "They'll be building a Gospel mill here afore long:, and hiring a Bible sharp to grind it." Back to hi s ranch, no longer haunted. went Buf falo B'ill, with Bricktop for his companion, and, gathering together all the gold in the secret mine, which did not pan out so well as was at first believed it would, the noble-hearted ranchero sent it to the heirs of the former owner, whom he knew to be in destitute circumstances. Red Dove would not lea ve her people even for a for tune, so remained the Sioux Girl Queen, while I Hazel went East to visit her aunt, and there marrie an army officer who had often visited her Wester home. Having cleaned out the bad element of Satan' Mine, Buffalo Hill returned to his duties as an arm scout, and continued to acid to his record as a

Still they come! That's what the editor exclaims every morning when he sees that covers his desk. The letters come in piles, but stilt there is a chance for everybody. For all particulars in regard to this contest look on page 30. Here are a few of the latest thrillers Adventures in the Black Hills. (By H. Rose, Mo.) John Westly and I had heard a great deal of the Black Hills and thought we would go. John had a wagon and team. I bought a cover and bows, and we finished out wagon out with everything we nee d e d. We started July 16, 1900. We got t o Fort Pierre, all right,. and then we started across the bad lands. The next day about eleven o'clock we crossed the Wakpa Shicha or the Bad River. We filled our barrel with water and tied it in the back end of the wagon, watered our horses and started on our route. We each had a jug of water. One of our horses was s ick, and about three o'clock we stopped for a-little '.lunch and to let our horses rest. We unhitched and tied the h orses to the wagon. We thought we would just eat a little cold lunch, so we went to the wagon to get it, and we saw that our water barrel was gone. The ropes had worn in two and let it fall out. John said he would take a rope and the well horse and go g e t the barrel. He started. When he was gone about an hour the sick horse got down and commenced to roll and groan, and by the time John got back he was dead. John had found the barrel all right, but the bung was knocke

28 THE BUffJ\LO HILL STORIES. ice and fell heavily to the ground, hurting my hand. I rolled toward the bank of the canal before I knew anything, and would have gone over had l not made a grab and caught hold of a stout spike, alld r was ha11ging: on with one hand (the other was hurt .. ) I knew I could liot stand the sttain long. I looked ifi :vriin fot something to help lne, as the wind made such noises shouting was out of the question. I perceived a large drift of snow in the can!ll bed, and tried to make the spring. I made the spring by an inch, so to $peak, and landed on the soft snow. It broke my fall. I landed hotne after considera.ble trouble and fell in the door. Thill my experience, but I would not lih to 1u1ve auothet. Held Up in a Wagon. (By Emil Orthleib, L. I.) On day near sunset in February this year I was waiting for a car to Ridgewood. After waiting fifteen minutes I found ont th t no cat"!! Were 1unning 011 accottnt of a flood n1ade by a he vy rain the night before. So I thought I would walk there or ride on a wagon. It was getting dark. After walking a mile I asked a man o a large clo s ed truck driving two tiice g1ny horses for a ride. He sairl I could. $0 I got on his truck. I had with me a tendollar bill and a small package containing a sweater for my friend, to whom I was going. 'fhe man seemed to be glad, and he looked arotmd the truck and then at me. All of a sudden he whipped ou t a revolyer,. pointed it at my head and said : "Surre11det'." I was too qttick for him. I knocked the revolver out of his hand and it fell at the tip of my left shoe aud exploded. '!'he bullet tore rnvay pal't of the canvas covering of the truck. The noise frightened the horses and they started to gallop. A fl.ght had taken place soon aftei" the revoher exploded. The man ti"ied at all times to g e t the revolver. I 8tood gua1d over it, punching him right and left. The fight was ended by a heavy blow on the point of the man's chin. I bound the strong t:ord on my package around the man's wrist. I took control of the hol'ses. We were in the flood. It coveted the horses1 legs, and in about five minutes we were out of the flood. When the man began to tegaio his senses he began to curse at me. ln about ten minutes we were in Ridgewood. I drove th' e wagon and brought him to the lockt1p. I left the man and his team in care of the police. I went to my friend and told him everthing. I remained over night. 'l'he next day I went home. The flood settler\' down. The cars were running, and when I got home I told my parents of my ndventuie. Of course, my ht-other hMrd and he sp1ead it like wildfire. It was in the paper the next day. Going Walnuting. (Ry W1p. Shannon, Ohio.) lt was ll bt'ight, smrny day in the early fall when t and several boys went walnutting. The nil was iather crisp, but we thought Ollly of 'the f\tn we have. 'l'l1ere was a light., invigorating breeze up, :tncl it was jus t the kind of a tlay to tnali:e ohe feel ns if he could rlown the world1 and Wo\11d 1ike nothing better than a chance to do the same. 'rhel'e was a hay wagon in back of us, the owt1er of which did tlot think n'l.uch of us hecause we stopped so often when the road was too narrow for hitn tb pass us. We had just re!lcb.ed the crest Of a bill, at the bottom of which ran the tmcka of the C. and H. Railroad, when we stopped again to 1ook at the scenery, which '\\"as s11pe11 b, and again received left-handed blessings of tt1e old fnrtner. All of a sudden the sharp, loud, whistle of a raih-oad train was henrd. My horse, which,' althoogh he was a spirited animal, was never known to run a ay, now took the bit between his teeth and ni11de the dust fly. "Look here comes the express!" I half-whispered, and tried to stop the hotse. But the boys, who evidently had not seen the express, yelled out: "Look out! 'l'he hay wagon is running away." Such a predicament might be termed, "Between two fires." I lovked again at the express, which hi\cl slowed up, but was still going about thh-ty-five miles an hour, llrld the _idea that we might beat the train entered my bead. The Hain wall still II. good ways off, bnt there was but one chance in a hubdred of our making the other side of the track ahead of the train. Btlt I decided to take that one chance. 4May God help us!" I faintly murmured, as I again spoke to the horse to u1ge him on. I tell yotl it would take n good kinetoscope to make the landscape fly past all that horse did. The boys had now seen the express and were clii1ging to the bottom Of the "agon like leeches, and were as pale as so many sheets. Down, down hill we went at that lightning speed which was increasing every minute. Which would win? It was a iaco for life with us, and 've fervefitly prayed tha we might win. Ah! thank Goel we are safe. But one second later and w would have been l1urled into eternity. As it was, the hay wagon smashed into the train, and both: were killed. The farmer had jumped and escaped with: a few bruiseli. Why didn't we jump? Why, bless you, the idea never entered our heads until w were safe. One Adventure Enough. (By Willie Ohio.) I met with an accident two months ago working on a aanding machine. My hancl was caught iii the sander and wa nearly torn off. The doctor thought I would lose my habd, but it is better although under the doctor's care yt:t. I have had my dangerous adventures while only twelv years old, and I don't want any more soon. I-lard-Won t\pptes. (By A 1 vin Rousch, Indiana, ) About three years ago, in the winter of 1899, I was at 1\1y aunt's I went down to get an '!'he apples wer in a cellar about ten foot deep, whlch 1rnd a b1ick flooring an the stairs were steep and narrow, and a person had to go slo'W I got the nj1ple and was going np when n1y uncle .asketl met get hlm one. I dld it t\tid was in a hurry and just as I was o the top step I fell. I clutchetl wildly at the air. I fell with a c1nsh on the liar brick my head was bt'tlised and my ea1 was cut. My bl'other fot111d me nntl callecl my aunt. The docto1' wa sent fot and my ear was sew11 up, while my two l11icles he! me. One held my hands and my head still; my obher uncle held my feet still. This kept llim busy, for i kickM like a govern ment 1n\1le Pushed Overboatd. (By Hy. Dinger, W. Va.) "Let's 1to down to the tiver," I said to a crowd Of bovs, ont of the schoolyard one Aptil day. ,, All right' was the answer, And awaj" we Went. We wen do\\"n to the lo\\'er yncht landing. Just aboYe the :--ncht 1an.ciing 011 Watei\ street ls Marsh' cigar store. Right belO\V it n large, brokeil hogshead used fo tobacco was lying. As we passed this we :t!l took a stave an went down to. the ,i;atei-. A number of the boys went on the yacht landing. I starte, to walk out on the foot-wide flank io of the When i was in the center o tne plank I tnet tlarry Jones with whom I was on bad te1 ms.


THE BUffl\LO BILL STORIES. 29 We both stopped and stared at each other for a few seconds and then started on. We ran againl!t each other and I lost my balance and fell in the deep water. I went in under the water once and when I came tip I saw a man running toward the broken hogshead. I also noticed ihow pale Harry was. W11en I came ttp again I saw the man unnmg tow1nd me with a large, broken hoop. He rnn on the yacht landing and reached one end of the !hoop out to me. I grasped it and he pulled me in like a fish. After thanking the gentleman who saved my life I ran home nd got in bed. The next morning, excepting a bad cold, l was none the worse from my adventure. J\n Adventure with a Drunken Tramp. (By Leonard Brown, Ark.) It was the middle of July 1 1900. I had just drawn my week's ages, when I noticed a gnzzly old tramp w _ho was hanging around and saw me draw the money. The night was dark, but the electl'ic lights shone very bright. On my way home I turned up a dark street (which was near a cut) I was accosted by the tramp. He was drunk and ordered me to hand up the "cash." I refused and he dealt me a stinging blow with a stick, but the stick was too w eak and broke in two. The blow staggered me, though. I ran for about Jialf a block, and the tramp close behind. Suddenly I stumped my toe and fell. My hand hit on a rock. I was up in nn instant, but by this time the old tramp bad drawn a long knife and was rushing npon me. "Give it up," he snarled. "Never," said I, desperately, and flung a rock with all my might at him. It sped true to its mark-struck him squarely between the eyes. Like a log, he fell to the ground. Not stopping to see if he got up, I ran home. Ne-ver again f them had rifles, and u se d them skillf 'fhey killed one of our men, but when of their 'l'hey took no notice of ti kept hO\'e round us. We fired again, and this ti our fire took mQJe effect, for the Indians rode out of range. 'fhey did not attack again till three o'clock in the morning, this time on foot. 'l'he man on watch g e the alarm, and we manned the loopholes. 'l'he Indians ra up to the stockade and att.empted to scale it, but they were riven back. They then tried to set fire to the ho e by fire arrows, but these were pnt ottt. Just then we he, rd tiring out on the plains, and noticed that all the Intlir.ins had gone away. About ten minutes after Ii party of mounted police rode up. 'fhe rebellion had been put down and p nee restored1 and I returned East, as I had seen enough of th West to satisfy me for a co u ple of years at least. LETTERS FROM PRIZE WINNERS. Here are a few more letters, boys, from the ptize winners in the past contest. Read them, boys. They are written hy good story writers. Veterans of Iilore than one contest the majority of them. Here's one from Alfred Fred. Unlike most winners, the last was the first contest hEi ente1ed. Messrs. Street & SmithHANCOCK, Mich. Gentlemen: My prize aweRter has arrived, and it is a beauty. I've read most of your weeklies, but tliis ls my first attempt at prize writing. Not a tiac1 stal't, is it? 'fhanking you fo1 the above prize, I temalfl, Yours respectfully, AuFltim FREb, February 22, 1902. I should say it wasn't a bad start. A rnttling good start. Here's a letter from Jas. Hannan. He makes good ttse of his prize. BOULDER, Col. Messrs. Street & SmithGentlemen: I was to, heat froiil you l'.:oncerIJing m)' story, "Just in Time. 1 I received my filegaphOne all nght and u se it at the baseball games. February 23, 1902. JAil. l!AN?UN. I'll bet you are a good t1mpire, Jntl)e8. Ilere's a from another megaphone winner: Messrs. Street & SmithGentlemen: I received the megaphone 0. I am much pleased with it. '!'hanking you ior your kindness, i te:inain Your faithtu1 reader. J.A.r.i:lls Joell. February 21, 1902. Glad you like the prize.


BOYHOODS OF FAMOUS MEN. This dep artment oontain s each week the story o f the early career o f som e celebrate d American. W atch for these stories and read them, boys. They are of the mo s t fascinating interest. Those already p ubli s hed are : N o t-Buffalo Bill; No. 2-Kit Cars on; N o. 3-Texas Jack;. N o 4 Col. Daniel B oone; Nos. 5 and 6-D avi d Crockett; N o 7 G eneral Sam H o uston; Nos. 8 and 9-Le wis Wetzel; Nos. rn and U-Capt. Joh n S mit h ; N o t2-Wild Bill; N o i3-Dr. Frank P owell, the Surgeon Scout; No. t4-Buckskin Sam; N o t5-Seneca Adams ("Old Grizz ly" Adams); No. t6--Po n y Bob (Bob Haslam); No. t7-Major J ohn M. Burke (Arizona Jack); N'o. l8-Kit C arson, Jr.; No. 19-Charles Emme t t ( D ashin g Charl' ; No. 20-1 Slade; No. 21-Arizona Charlie (Charlie M e ad o ws); N o 22-Yello w Hair, the White ief (Willi urgess); N o. 23-Bro nch o Billy (William Powell); No. 24-Squaw-Man Jack (John Nels o n). o. 25-Major Lamar Fontaine (THE KING.) T here ls no more picturesque figure in the history of remarkable Americans, types of our Western frontier, than is Major Lamar Fontaine, now at a ripe old age, dwelling upon his plantation near Lyon, Coahoma County, Mississippi. Major Fontaine was a remarkable boy, eyen in his earliest years, for sports of all kinds he was an expert in, and before his tenth year he was a dead shot with both rifle and revolver, while no Comanche Indian could equal him as a rider. He had for his tutor a learned German professo r, who was also the companion of the boy from his fourth year, and began to school him in Latin, Greek, Geiman a.nd French even before he could speak English well. A superb swordsman also, the professor taught the boy to fence and the result was that under such training Lamar became the superior of all young companions. When he was ten years old, his tutor, the. professor, died, and Lamar was far advanced indeed for his years, as all found when his father, an Episcopal clergyman, sent him to the country school miles from his home This going to school in the end brought trouble, for under the teaching of the German professor Lama r knew more than the country school maste r, who resented the boy's knowledge by giving him a terrible beating, whic4 at last caused him to resist and a battle royal followed. The teacher mounted Lamar's horse, rode to Dr. Fontaine's,. told his story, and the boy, having to walk home, got there to receive another good whipping from his father. Smarting under the unjust punishment, the boy got liis things together, and the next morning, instead of going to school as told he ran away, intending to go to Mexico. Thus the boy of ten started forth in the world, and in a strange, romant ic and perilous way won a name for himse lf. Some score of miles had the boy gotten from home when he came upon an Indian horseman, and he told the redskin that he had run away from his people. "Go with Comanche-treat white boy good," said the In-dian. It was well t .hat Lamar accepted the invitation, as at once there appeared a number of braves in sight, and he was realiy a prisoner. But they adopted him into their tribe, and it was nearly five long years before he again saw his home and parents. He lived with the Indians, wandedng with them from the Rio Grande t o the Dakotas, and in these wanderings passed through the country of the cliff dwellers and the mound builders, the ruins of their ancient houses having a fascinating in terest for him, child though he was. At last there came an opportunity for him to escape, and he longed to see his home and friends once more, so he left the Comanches while they were on the headwaters of the Zu n i River, a tributary of the Rio Grande in New Mexico. .A.lone and on foot, the boy traveled for hundreds of miles through the trackless country, his training among the. Indians fitting him for the ordeal. He at last reached his home in Austin, Texas, where he \\l\S welcomed as from the grave. On this long tramp of over three months he saw no human being, and imagination alone can picture all that he must have suffered. A short while only he remained at home, and was then sent to North Carolina to school, and leaving there because he received unjust punishment he shipped before the mast for Galveston, and latei: was pla ced under his kinsman, then Lieutenant Matthew F. Manry, who commanded the United States steamer Vincennes. Under Lieutenant Maury, Lnmar Fontaine devoted himself diligently to study, in which he was aided by the good schooling in Latin and Greek he had received under the German tutor who dwel;t in his father's family. He studied all the branches of science, navigation and civil engineering and during the six years he was cruising with Lieut enant Ma11ry he visited many lands and seas, made valuable surveys in foreign countries and waters, and through all became a devoted student of nature. Again visiting foreign lands, and with the love of a military life strong within him, with an iron constitution, indomitable pluck and energy, he joined the army of Russia and was in the siege of Sebastopol in the Crimean war, winning a decoration from Prince Gortscbakopf for brillia-nt service on the field and securing fame by his phenomenal marksmanship. This was in 18541 and the six years following found him again n world-wide wanderer and a seeker for adventure in out-of-way lauds. For several years he was civil engineering in Cuba, and Central and South America, but when the tocsin sounded in the Civil War he hastened back to his home and enlisted as a private in the Tenth Mississip1i Regiment, but "as later ordered to Company K, Eighteenth Mississippi, of which his fat.her, Rev. Dr. Fontaine, had been made colonel. In the first battle of Manassas he was severely "otmded, but soon after was transferred to 'l'roop I, Second Confederate and was assigned to duty as special scont for "Stonewall" Jackson. This po8ltion he held until Jackson's death, and he was presented \Tith a magnificent sword for his valuable services, for he had greatly distinguished himself upon many hard-fought fields, particularly in the desperate saber charge on the pike leading to Winchester. Ordered to duty under General Joseph E. Johnston, Major Fontaine again distinguished himself, making full drawings of the Memphis fot'tifications, and he was later selected by Johnston to carry dispatches and gtm caps to General Pembert.on at the siege of Vicksburg. This daring duty he successfully accomplished, it being considered one of the most hazardous and skillful feats of the war. He was captured severnl times during the war, but escaped each time sa ye once, when he was sent to Fort Dela wa're and placed in solitary confinement for a while, being later taken to Charleston, S. C., with other prisoners.


l'HE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 31 During the time he was a Confederate soldier Fontaine was in twenty-seven pitched battles, to $ay ndhing of the hun dreds of skirmishes and the many personal encounters he had. While North as well as South he was known as the deadliest of sharpshooters, and no living man has his record for fatal marksmanship on the field of bat.tle, as certificates from Gen erals.Lee, "Stonewall" Jackson, Joseph E. Johnston, J. E. B. Start and other famous leaders go to prove, it b eing vouched for that in one battle he brought down sixty men with his unerring rifle. Major Fontaine wrote during his service in Virginia that widely read poem, "All Quiet the Potomac 'l'o-night," and followed it with "Only a Soldier," "Oenone" and otbet poems, while he has also written on scientific subjects. One of his "treasures of the war" is an order on the Con federate treasury, which shows the confidence reposed in him, for it reads as follows: "The Confederate States Tteasurer will honor any draft pre sented to him by Lamar Fontaine." .A:fter the war ll:Iajor Fontnine mnrried Miss Bricknell of Yazoo County, Mississippi, and has four sons and four daught ers. He has for ll}any years pursued his profession of civil engineering, two of his sons being connected with him. At the breaking out of the war with Spain, Edward, one son, joined the Second Mississippi Regim ent.. Such is the history of Lamar Fontaine, a man who to-day does not show his years, and whose wonderfnl eyesight enabled him, unaided by a magnifying glass, to engrave the Lord's praye r upon a gold dollar. In Mississippi he is a popu la1: idol, for he is open-hearted and of noble nature, a brilliant conversationalist, u deep student and possessed of universal knowledge. It was while in Southeastern Arkansas some time ago that he discovered the ruins of the prehistoric city of the mound builders. Major Fontaine claims that t h e Mississippi Valley is still a land of mystery to the arehreologist, and while he does not say these unknown people were well advanced in chilization, he does maintain that. they were most industrious and men by no means to be classed as savages. He states that these mounds stand to-day as silent sentinels over the grnves of a race now extinct, and when opened they re\cal remarkable relics of a day long past. The mounds and the relics they contain puzzle scientists, who hardly venture suggestions of the people of whom they remain as monuments. Some men have denounced Majo Fontaine as a lunatic because they cannot acco t fo .... .-.,.... discoveries; but he has made many excavat o EftS' CLOVES, BASEBALL BATS AND LONC DIS"rANCE MECAPHONES ARE THE PRIZES THIS TIME. HERE. 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