Buffalo Bill's secret, or, The trail of a traitor


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2 THE BUFF ALO_ BILL_ A glance across the prairie had occasioned this sudden move on the part of the horseman, and a closer glance discerned, some miles away, a small cavalcade of half-a-dozen horsemen at a sweeping gallop. Constant solitude causes the Western hunter scon to learn to spea!( aloud when alone, as if 1ad dressing his thoughts to himself <:>r to his steed; and thus it was with the horseman, who, after a closer inspection of the approaching cavalcade, exclaimed aloud:. "By Heavens! they are Indians! and in full pur suit of a fugitive-and the pursued is a woman !. "Be on the alert, old comrade, for the enemy is at hand!" and the scout affectionately patted the neck of his faithful steed, who in turn rubbed his against his master's shoulder. Rapidly on came the pursued and pursuing, a hundred yards dividing them, the Indians riding elose together, as though all their horses were of equal speed. Glancing attentively at the horse in flight, the scout observed that a light-limb:d ) gray, evi dently unused to ptame life, for steadily the mustangs of the Indians were gaining upon him. The rider of the gray was indeed a woman, or, rather, a young girl, scarcely more than eighteen, and at that distance the scout beheld that she had a yielding, graceful form, and a mass o{ golden hair flying in the wind. "She has b en taken from the settlements by those red dev ils, and ifi some way managed to elude theili watchfulness and escape. Now, Comrade, it is time for us to act, for in a few moments more they will be upon us. Up, old fellow!" With a bound Comrade was upon his feet, and nimbly springing into his saddle, the scout gave a wild and prolonged whoop, and dashed forth to meet the flying girl. The effect of this sudden appea:ranc e was magical upon both the maiden and the Indians, for the former, at once recognized him as a paldace, urged her horse forward with redoubled eaniestness, while seemed t-0 seize upon the redskins, who immediately drew rein, as jf to hold a council of war. The next instant the maiden clashed up to the side of the scout. "Do not hesitate here, miss, but. ride out of range, while I have a little skirmish with those fellows," said the scout, gazing with admiration upon the face of the young girl. "But you are in danger, sir," she softly returned. "My !if e is always in danger, miss; but ride on, please, for here come the devils." Quickly obeying, the maiden once more urged! her horse forward, and, halting at the distanc e of few hundred yards, beheld the. scout dashing swiftlYi on to meet the warriors, who, five in number, seemed surprised at the daring of the single horseman: But the scout gave them no time for surprise1 for, unslinging his rifle, he suddenly drew Comrade bac u .pon his haunches, and once, tWice, thrice rang the shots, and two red s kins and one mustang were the victims 1 In dismay the three remaining Jarriors turned to fly, the dismounted one endeavoring to catch one of the ponies of his dead companions, b ut, like the wind the scout bore drown upon him, an
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q'HE BU Ff A.LO BILL STORIES. 3 coil of rope was launched quickly forward, and the steed of the Indian tumbled violently to the ground, crushing his rider beneath him, while over the still prairie went forth the triumphant war cry of the paleface. "Nob le old Comrade! We got away with the whole of them, did we not?" "You thought I had under, miss, and so decamped?" said the scout, politely raisini his broad sombrero, to the girl who had ridden back. "Yes, sir; but you are not hurt_?" "Not in the least; it was an old trick of mine to catch that fellow's companions, who were fiying like mad across the prairie. "Now, I am at service to esc .ort you back to the settlements, fot doubtless you live there." "Yes, sir, I am Nannie Verile, the daughter of the commandant of the fort." "Indeed! It gives me great pleasure to have served Colonel Verne through his daughter." After a short rest and a humble meal from the scout's haversack, the two set forth for the fort, distant some forty miles, ahd the maiden told her brave rescuer that she lived in the settlements with her .aunt, a sister of her father, and that it was while on her way to the fort to vi5it her parent that she had suddenly been met by the Sioux warriors, who had made her a prisoner and hurried her away. At night they had camped, and the ne:xt morning, just before day, when they were preparing to ) start, she had suddenly bounded away from them, .vith the determination to escape, believing that her ;ray horse could easily distance their Indiq.n ponie-S. For a while the gray had kept well ahead of their but; unaccustomed to a long run, they soon began to overh::tul him, and her recapture would have been certain had she not unexpectedly met the scout. "It was bold of the reds kins to venture thus ne a r the fort; but I t hink l understand their motiv e." ",And can I ask what it was?" they knew yau te> be the daughter of the chief military commander on the border, and im agined they could bring your father to agree to the' ir terms, ere they surrendered you." "They would not have harmed me, then?" "They would have slain you without mercy had Colonel Verne refused their requests." "Then to you I owe my !if;, for I know my father to(') well to feel that he would allow even his love for me to interfere with his duty; but I am a sol dier's
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. l \fHE BUF F J\l.O BILL STORIES I was on my way fur ther into the Indian coun try, when I met Miss Verne, sir." The colonel gazed at the man before him in srtr prise, for he saw in his face, bearing artd conversa tion that he was no .ordinary person, and his reply that he was going still further into a hostile coun t ry, and caused him to feel some suspicion regard-ing him; so he replied: "You certainly cannot intend pressing further into the savage country, for it is e v en unsafe for as small a body of troops as I have to penetrate this far from the fort, with the hostile tribes now going on the warpath all around u s ." The. scout smiled slightly and answered: "Those enem ies whom I cannot defeat, Colonel Verne, Comrade can sho w a clean pair of heels to. I know this border, sir, from the Black Hills down to the Rio Grande, and it is to di s cover the intention of the redskins that I now enter their coun try." "'Are you a settler on the frontier, can I ask?" "No, sir, I am a free rover of the prairies." Coloonel V had just been ordered to the Far West witih his regiment, all new to frontier life, and he knew f e w oi the characters there; but of ni.any of the scouts of the line of f.orts he had heard, and riow thought that he recognized the one before him. "Pardori me, sir; are you not he that is called Buffalo Bill?" said one of the two officers-a hand some, dashing young captain, who had turned the heads of half the border belles, and was in turn desperately in love with Mis? Verne. "I am he that is called Buffalo Bill, Captain Ray," quietly r .eturned the scout, and every eye was upon him, for ; from the Missouri River to the Rocky Mountains the name had become known. Certain it was far and wide, he was known as the deadly foe .of the Indians, who dreaded the very mention of his name. "YOU are then Buffalo Bill?" said Colonel Verne, looking fixedly into the splendid face before him, whjle Nannie, with renewed interest, gazed upon him. Without replying directly to the qestion the scout returned: "The Indians who stole your < faughter, Coloqel v erne were warriors, under the renowned chief Big Wolf--" "Say you so? I would give much to take that re d devil, for he has caused the whole frontier a world of trouble." "He lies dead on the prairie, colonel, wi t h four other braves who kidn a p e d Miss Verne," modestly returned the scout. "What! Single-handed, you attacked five war riors, one of whom was Big Wolf, and defeated them? You are a marvelous man, scout!" "Thank you, si r Now, let me urge that you re turn to the fort, for hGstile bands of reds kins an about, and you do not wi s h a n epgagemen, t in you present company," and t he scout glanced in the d i' rection of Nannie, and the c o lonel, c atching hi meaning said: "I will follow your advice Again let me thank you for the service r endered; and believe me the fort sha ll ever b e a home to you. Good-by! Holding out h i s hand as he spoke, the scom gras ped it warmly, and said: "The result of my dis coverie s you shall know, col onel but my w ord for it the settl e rs should be thor oughly on their guard, for a storm cloud of war i soon to break along the border, the more terriblt in its ferocity because renegades will be the lead ers of the redskins." "I had heard this hinted before." "It is true, colonel; but between the frontier an dan,ger, there will one protecting arm you litt; '1 dream of. Gentlemen goodmorning. Miss Verrn when next w e meet, r trust you will have reco'. i ered from the fa t igues of your rough ride." !:l \Vithout another word, the scout raised his som hrero, bent low in his saddle, and with a word ti Comrade, sped like a bird over the prairie, his cours watched with interest by those he had left behind. CHAPTER II. THE WAR CLOUD. The fort under the command of Colonel Verne was one of t h e most important outposts on the border, situated on the northern bank of the uppe r waters of the The country around was most fertile and adapted cultivation and stock raising. For miles around the mi .litary post were scattered the humble homes of the bold pioneer settlers, many o f whom Were from the higher walks of .life, whom loss of for tun e had driven to seek the Far West .J

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\THE BUFFALO B ILL STORIES As Colonel Verne had be en once before the commander of an outpost, he had establi shed for himself a cabin home, and surrounded it with many com forts, if rfot lttxuries, and here was wont to pass his leisure hours, when military duty did not keep him at the fort, or fighting Indians. His sister, a maiden lady of over t hirty-five, was his hou sekeeper, and acted a s a mother to his
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.. .._ THE BUFF J\LO Bl LL STORIES. the settlement in ashes, for he seemed to be a per"We will make them think we are a fee t fiend in hi s hatred of his own race. befo r e we arc done wi t h them,'; said the scout, in a "Narrow ly he watched and questioned me regard-voice that caused both Nan and her father to lau g h. ing the lower tribes, and, I could see that "You shall hav e the m en, a nd them yo ur-his were aroused, he had t9 be satisfied, self." as the Indian chief who presented me at the council "Than ks, colonel ; then I will select, first, Captain was high in authority, and would not have his friend Ray," and the scout gazed furtively toward insulted." Nan, catch the effect of his words; but that COYi "Strange that an Indian, knowing your true charmaiden did not even show a sig n of having the acter, should have betrayed his own people." name of the dashing young officer. "Not so, sir, when I tell you that my is a "You could nort hav e a b etter man." Comanche brave, one whose life I saved, and who "Shalfl call t h e orderly father?" followed me from the prairies of the far Southwest. "Yes-oh! here is _Ray, now,' and at that in-Treated w.ith kindness by the Sioux, he warned sta.nt the young captain entered, his face beaming them .. of the coming attack of a hostile tribe, !nd for with pleasure as h e beheld Nan. it was made a chief. In a. few moments the colonel had made known "He is friendly to m e, and hence to the palefp.ces, tel) him all that t h e scout had said _?.nd with delight whom he will raise no hand in anger. the 'young officer le arned that he was selected for "But, to continue: The chiefs, headed by the the darin g nay de s perate, duty penetrating the Prairie Pirate, the renegade, agreed to raise the Indian country, to draw off the atfacking forces tomahawk the whole border, pressing forfrom the settlements by a war on their own camps. ward in large force tow.a.rd the upper settlements, "It is a missi o n that I accept, with than ks for the and, com .ing southward, continue thei r work of ruin hon o r of ?electin g me, scout. and bloodshed. I fel t that you would be most willing. Now, "This was the plan of tlle whit'e chief, who is to capt a in, I l e a v e to you the selection of your men and assemble his renegade band at the head of the Inhors es for the former mus t be the bravest of the diaris, and thus encourage therri in their work of brav e and the latter s w ift, and with great po wen devi1try ." of endura nce. "The white hound! Oh, if I can ever get him in A s to m y portion of the command, I will select my power! But when is this move to be m a de, onl y t h os e men whom I know have been tri. ed, and scout?" are willing t o d i e if need be. "Within the week, Colonel Verne, and I would "Remember,_ the undertaking is one of terrible advise you to at once throw your heav iest force tohardships and dangers, for we will have to penetrate ward the upper settlements, warn the whole line, the Indian country many long miles from any sup draw in all your detached posts, and then, if you will port. Our attacks will be made against Indian viltrust me with a command, I will make a move toward a ges not wholly unprotected. When we have sucthe lnd,ian villages in the hills that will soon bring ce.eded in drawing the red s k i ns back t-0 defend their the red devils back to protect their homes." homes w e have to ctlt our way back through "You plan like a soldier scout. Our enemies will ten times our number." be numerous, but we will be along t he whole line. "I un derstand the risks, and will accept them with They will find us more. than a match, even though plea s ure. VI/hen s hall we start?" repl ied Ramse:y they are headed by that r.enegade and his band; but R ay, quietly. how many men will you require?" . "To-night I will st art. The fourth'ri-i'ghtJrom this "I should like at least fifty troopers, and as many I will meet you and the command at. the old ruined more of hunters, trt.ppers, scouts and frien d ly foou t p ost just at the edge of the hill country. dians, whom I can collect .in the settlement in half a "You will rememDer it, as it was there you fought day." B i g Wolf and his warriors 5 ,<'.>me two years ago." This wi!I give you a hundred. men-a small force I remember it w ell, and will meet you there the to penetrate thus far into the Indian country. fourth night from this. Shall I follow the southern

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THE BUFF ALO Bi LL STORIES. trail to get there, as the Indians will doubtless be voice was that of Buffalo Bili, while Comrade, scouting on the northern one?" cheered by the voice of his master, pressed on with ''.Yes, and travel only by night-from dark to day-renewed vigor. making your trips so as to get a motte to "A short mile further, old Comrade, and we will conceal you by day. be safe from the storm. A dry shelter and good f eecl I "If you see an Indian, let not one escape you, to await,' and, still further encouraged, the good steed give warning, and in an important mission of this struggled against the storm. kind, let me urge that the redskins are treacherous, A few moments more, and beneath an overhang-. slippery scamps." ing cliff the scout suddenly turned into a narrow The scout.spoke sternly, and his three hearers felt cafion, down which a torrent of water rushed, nearly that he was in deadly earnest. knee deep. "I understand; but can I ask why you go on Though the night was fearfully dark, Comrade ahead?" seemed to understand his course, and, after a tramp "I desire to see this Prairie Pirate and his men of a quarter of a mile, entered the yawning mouth start on their hellish expedition, and-count their of a huge cavern i n the face of the cliff on the right. numbers. Then I will dispatch at once word to Here the scout dismounted, and, leading Comrade Colonel Verne, the number of the enemy, and the with one hand, while with the other he felt the side direction they take." of the cavern wall, he walked slowly forward until "\N'hom wifi you send, scout.?" asked Colonel he came otit into an open space, surrounded on all Verne, in surprise. sides by steep, tree-clad hills, impossible of ascent. "'3ne who h"as never -deceived me, and one who A shrill whistle, and at once a light glimmered has been my best friend and a lmost constant com-before him, at a distance of fifty yards, and the form panion for years. of a man was visible in the open doorway of a small "When this ring is handed to you, you will know but strongly-built cabin. my messenger," and the scout held up to view a "Come, Wild Wolf, dovJn with the bridge!" cried gold ring, fashioned after a snake with ruby eyes. scout, in a loud v oice, and in a short. time the within the ring was engraven: person addressed advanced, bearing on his shoulders The day will come. "Now, I must go through the _settlement, and hunt up rny men; and, Colonel Verne, my horse. needs rest; can I claim an animal from you for my ride?" "My stables are at your service, scout," replied Colonel Verne, and,.in a short while after, Cody departed in search of men for his band for the danger expedition he had so daringly determined upon. CHAPTER III. 'tHt CABIN HOME IN THE HILLS. Night had settled rudely down upon the earth, for the heavens black with sto'rmclouds, and the winds howled mournftilly through the. di;:iving great drops of rain into the face of a horseman as his noble steed strug-rled bravely forwatd, ascending, skiwly but surely, a steep hill, heavily timbered by giant trees. "On, on, my good fellow!" s.aicl the rider, and the a heavy log, which he stood on one end and let fall across a deep chasm, some fifteen feet wide, that yawned between the cabin and the cave in the hill Two other similar pieces were then brought, and piaced in position, and a flooring of boards laid across, so that a frail bridge was manu factured across the chasm ; and upon which the sco .ut and Comrade crossed to the other side without a tremor of fear, although a misstep, or the breaking of the frail support. would have hurled them hun-dreds of feet below. Leading his horse into one end of the cabin, the scout soon rubbed hiin dry, and gave him a good feed of dried grass, after which he entered the other. apartment of the cabin, where his companion was busily engaged in preparing a substantial and tempting repast of buffalo meat., cornbread and strong "Well, Wild Wolf, wha.t news have you?" said the scout, takil"l.g his wet "blanket from around him and seating himself near blazing fire, while he addressed the Indian in the Comanche tongue.

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THE BU ff ALO BILL STORIES. The Indian was a tall, splendidl y formed warr!or, with a wild and daring look upon his stronglyrnarked face, w h ile, reach.ing to his waist, hung masse s of raven-black hair, giving h im a ferocious and untamed appearance. He was dressed in buckskin leggins, hunting shirt, t he bead-v.Trought belt around his waist being heavily fringed with scalp-locks while he wore in his girdle a brace of revolvers, a long knife and tomahawk. Around his neck hung a chain of human bones, bear a:-id wolf claws, and as a charni, or pendant, was the grinning white skull. of an infant, scarcely more. than a few weeks old. Such W
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THE B.Uff ALO BILL STORU::S. and Buffalo Bill directing: his course toward the with buckskin, ornamented with beads and qu'.ll ruined outpost, where he was to meet Captain Ray work. and his daring band. Instinctively the scout raised his sombrero, and at ----this movement the lips of the beautiful maiden parted CHAPTER IV. THE MYST ERIOUS HORSEWOMAN. The sun was yet some distance from the western hori zon when the set.mt arrived at the motte, situ ated upon the banks of a small stream, and where, years before, a small outpost had been established, but which had met with a sad fate. Its occupants had all fallen beneath the tomahawk .and scalpingknife of the red men. Cautiously advancing into the timber, with his eyes searchingly invading every covert, and his nerves strung for action, should there be an enemy ambushed within, he soon felt assured that Captain Ray and his men had not yet arrived. He was preparing to stake Comrade otit to feed upon the luxuriant g rass, and had removed his sad dle to better rest him, when he heard the sound of something coming slowly through the underbrush, whether a buffalo, deer or an enemy he knew not. Turning rapidly, he was about to replace his sad dle, when a horse and rider dashed sud denly upon the scene. At the same mQment the ey es of the scout and the stranger met, former with a gaze of wondering surprise, the latter with a look of fear. The scout had seized his rifle, and stood ready for action, but quickly was the weapon lowered, for before him, mounteq upon a. clean-limbed and thor oughbred-looking bay mare, was a young girl, scarcely eighteen years of age. H.er hair was black and long, hanging in massive braids down her back and resting on her horse. Her eyes were exceedingly large, lustrous, and with 1ong lashes, while every feature was p.erfect, and the lips slightly parted, showed the teeth white as pt;arls. Her complexion was dark, browned still deeper by the wind and sun and in her cheeks glowed the hue of perfect health. She was attired in a closely-fitting riding habit of navy blue, trimmed with silver buttons; wore gauntlet gloves, and a slouch hat, encircled by a silver cord, and shaded by a rich black ostrich feather, while her steed was equipped with a horsehair bridle, immense silver bit, and saddle covered in a low order, her hand drew a silver-mounted pistol from a saddle-pocket, and away dashed the hand some mare, alm'ost riding down the scout as she swept by. "In Heaven's name, who is that girl? "What can s he be doing here, alone on the prairie, and in an Indian country? "Doubtless she to some wagon train, am! is lost; but I remember of no emigrant train being expected here now. "Who can she be? That's the question. "At any rate, I'll never discover by remaining here; and yonder she iOes like mad, across the prairie, doubtles s believing me an e nemy. "Come, Comrade; we must give chase." Bounding into his s:i!.ddle, the next moment the scout was flying in full pursuit across the about three hundred yards behind the swiftly-run-ning steed ridden by the maiden. "Come, Comrade; yonder nag shows you the road, a thing rio other animal on the frontier can do By Heaven! she is l eaving us, old fellow! Come and the scout urged on his mustang, as, glancing behind her, the maiden was seen to sud denly cause her mare to quicken her speed. "'vV ell, well, well! Comrade, you are doing your b est, a nd the bay still creeps away from you," and with a Jo.ok of disappointment at the sinking sun, and remembering his appointment, Buffalo Bill ap-: plied the spurs to his horse, who, smarting with pain and rage at the unexpected treatment, bounded madly forward in pursuit. But the bay slowly drew further and further ahead, until, after an hour's race, the scout reluctantly re linqui shed the attempt, and, wheeling-Comrade to the right-about, once more headed for the motte, ever and anon glancing behind him, and observing tli.at the maiden still c.ontinued her rapid flight, until ere long the horse and rider appeared a mere speck upon the prairie. Surprising at meeting such a strange creature in the motte, and wondering at her remarkable appear art ce and conduct, Buffalo Bill searched every portion of the timber on foot for sorne clew to guide him in clearing up the mystery; but he at length gave

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10 THE BU ff ALO BILL STORIES. up the task as fruitless, and, after looking to the comfort of Comrade, threw himself down to rest, ere the coming of band of troopers. When he awoke, darkness was upon the prairie, and a king li11e of horsemen were visible, coming toward the timber. The scout recognized it as the military squadron. Ten minutes more, and he had warmly greeted Captain Ray and his men, and, retiring into the _deeper recesses of the timber, the party sought shelter within the ruined walls of the stock ade, concealed the light of the With but little adventure, Captain Ray and his men had reached the motte, capturing and killing several Indians who had crossed their path. The Prairie Prince then made known his Wild Wolf to the fort, with news of the departure of the Prairie Pirate aha his red allies and. then he told of his mysterious adventure with the horsewoman in the motte; but Captain Ray could give him rio information regarding her, and they appealed to the men. All seemed very dark upon the subject, except one old trapper, who declared that he ha.cl seen the maiden a year before. His description of her proved to the scout that he was telling the truth. "I've hea1d tell on the gal more than once, scout Bill; kase the Indians has told me that they has seed her, and they call her the Spirit of the Hills, ka:se you must kno"iv it's off yonder, some forty miles or more, was where I seed her; an d .they say she lives in the hill country; but you kin jist bet your bottom dollar she's no human gal, she nor the horse, nuther." "Not as bad as that, Dave, I think; but I would like .to know more of hei:, and I'll solve the mystery yet," said the scout, with determination. It was then decided between Buffalo Bill and Captain Ray that they would eIJcamp in the t,i.mber until dark, the following night, and that this delay would give the men and horses a chance for. perfect rest for the arduous and dangerous duties before them .. Accordingly, sentinels were set, and the rest of the party were soon asleep. The following day was spent by the men in deaning 1,tp their firearms looking to their horses, mending their equi pments, and cooking rations for a which. duties the,r, ate a substantial' dinner, and betook themselves to sleep away the. re hours until the moment for starting. Wit.h the-diiappearauce of tbe sun behind the western hills, the daring band filed slowly forth from their retreat, and, with Buffalo Bill and Captain Ray at their head, took up the trail for the Indian vil lages. CHAPTER V. THE RAID Of' DEATJ-i. ... Over the dark prairie, ctt an easy canter, daring band pressed on until, after midnight, they reach!!d the rising land, and, under the guidance of 1.be scout, penetrated into the forest. After three hours' -more they drew. rein at the head of a small valley. "Now, we are within two miles of the large Sioux village of Chota, and we will rest and refresh ourand,our horses until daybreak," said the dismounting and setting the example. "Captain Ray, the village below us numbers some. two thousand souls, of whom doubtless two hun-. dred are men able to fight us. "Thus, my plan is for me to iead the advance with about thirty men, right into the village, while follow, after a lap se of about ten minutes, with about thirty of your troopers. "The remainder of the force can be divided into two parties, one under Trapper Dave, to strike l;lt once for the cattle corral, tio stampede all the and the other under Lieutenant Hardcastle, to act as a reserve. "When Dave has stampeded the cattle, he can tne n come to our aid, and the lieutenant, following him, will cause a panic in the Indian camp, and cau se them to believe .our force much than it is. "Also, let it be understood that we war only upon able-b odied men, and not upon women, children, and cripples, the o]d." ' I agree with you; I detest' this wholesale .slaugh ter. urged against the redskins, even thqugh they; are cruel savages. "How long will you rema in in the village, Scout Cody?" "Not more. than long enough to burn their village, and spread c-0mplete .consternation, and then we will dash up_ ta, ten miles further UP, the valley1 ;

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 11 situated near a fall of t he river, which will drown the noise of our attack here, and enable us to surprise them also. "From Cheo we will take up on the hills, and, after a rest, will ride throklgh the lower valley, where there is an encampment of the Dog Soldier Sioux, and s -ome Chey ennes, who havt! joined in the movement ag-ainst the settlements. "During the rl.ight we will encamp among the hills, and the following day sweep around upon the tribes who are ei1camped upon the border of the prairie and hill land, after which, under cover of the following night, we must beat a hasty retreat." "A well-organized plan, and one which our daring. and energy must carry through. "Now, we will acquaint Hardcastle and Dave with the movements to be carried out, for already the eastern skies are gray." A half-hour went by, and, d i vided i:nto four parties, the command moved slowl y down the valley; the detachment of the scouts, coasisting of the scouts, trappers, hunters, and a few friendly Indians of the Pawnee tribe, in advance. Unsitspectitig evil, the village was lost in deep repose, exceptin: where, here and there, a firelight glimmered, provini that some early hunter was up, preparing his humble breakfast before starting on his hunt to provide food for his dusky family. Silently and ominously the scout led his detachment on, until the first wig-warns were ne a r at hand; then, with a burst of prolonged and. terrific war cries, they dashed into the village, spreading terror and consternation around them! Panic-stricken, the red protectors of the camp rushed from their to be shot down instantly, while the cries of frightened squaws and pappooses rent the air. Presently the torch was applied and the flames began to make sad havoc with the village, while the shouts and shots of the party who had attacked t he cattle corral were heard, mingled w ith the war whoops of the Indians. and the battle-cries of the scout and his men. In every direction the n scattered hundreds of frightened mustangs, through the village, and spreading new terror among the Indians, while, dashing up with his force, Captain Ray joined in the carnival of death. Upon all s i des the red warriors fell in defense of their homes, many of them unarmed, for in their confusion they could find no arms, and, believing their enemy ten times their real number; they fJ.el'in affriiht to the hillsides and forests, leaving their vil lage in the possession of the palefaces "Now for oe grand sweep of destruction, then, before daylight is upon us, we will away for Cheo," cried the scout, who seemed to the men to be the very personification of courage. After seeing him in battle, the reputation he had won did not surprise them. Pushin: through the the scout called a halt, and discovered that, though the enemy had lost scores of warriors killed, only half-a-dozen of his men were missing, and with a cheer at their suc cess, away the band dashed up the valley, to carry .the war to the' village of Cheo. As Buffalo Bill had said, the noise of a waterfall drowned the noise of their. attack upon the and ere the surprised In' dians were aware of the existence of a paleface within a hundred miles, the wild, ringing war whoop of the. scout sent a thrill of horror and terror through many a redskin's heart. "Give them no time to arm or rally, men! At t.hem with a sav.aire will!" cried Buffalo Bill, and a burst of war cries answered his words. Death once more held high carnival in the home of the reel man. In the twinkling of an eye, almost, the village was in ruins, the ground strewn with red warriors, and hundreds of squ a ws and pappooses flying for safety to the hills. "We have no time to tarry, now, as the Sol diers and the Che y ennes will be warned, and ready, to meet us; so let us press our horses hard, and once more down the lower valley." "All right, scout; you lead and we will follow. We lost five gQod m e n at Cheo. Now to ave.i:i.ge the m, .and th, eir comrades who fell at Cho-ta," re13lied Captain Ramsey Ray. With a loud cheer, the destroying human whirl wind swept 011, the horses dripping with foam, and covered with dust, but urged on for or death. Notwithstanding the alarm given by some of the fugitives from Cheo, the Dog Soldier Sioux were not p repared to meet their foes, but took safety in fiight1 leaving t heir village to fall intct the hands of the whites. A f e w brave warriors, however, determined to sell

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r 12 . THE BUFFALO BILL STORil!S. their lives Clearly, and the death o f several troopers wa s the result; but in compact mass the band rushed 01i, and the Indian camp was a scene of desolation and death. A of savage Cheyennes then fell beneath the of the palefaces, the braves, driven to de spair, fighting bravely for their hom' es and dropping a number of white horseri.1en from their saddl es But the march of the attacking band was irre sistible, and their track was one of ruin and blood shed. Havin' g captured the village, the scout orde!"ed a retreat to the hills nea.r by, carrying back large qna:1tities of Indian plunder: loaded upon horses taken from the corrals. Once in the hills, the party halted for rest, and the h 'orses that were broken down were exchanged for the best .mustangs captured from the Night coming on, strong detachments of guards were stationed against s u rprise, for the scout tlrnught that the Indians would attack them, if they could rally their different warriors in time. But, excepting for a few stray s hots, fired by some prowling brave the night passed quietly away, and with the first.glimmer 6f light the band moved off,_ to continue its work of ruin agai1ist the prairie bor-der villages of the Then the foresight of Buffalo Biil in ordering the shooting of all the mustangs that were not stam peded was seen, for, although the Indians. had as sembled in large nu'mbers to .attack the whites, very few of them were mounted, and they could not follow upon their trail with sufficient speed to keep tbein in sight. By noon the prame was reached, and the bands of hunting Indians v.;ere attacked with irresistible force, before there was a chance for resistance, for they hac\ never looked for danger from the pale faces in that direction, and, being miles distant from the of Chota and Chea, they had not knowri of the ruin that had fallen upon them. Another long day' of carnage followed, arid, sati;i.ted with their bloody work, the band of whites struck forward over the prairies, and with weary .steps headed tor the matte where in was situated the ru ined outpost.. As. the fast r ays of the setting sun fell from the summit of the distant hills, the scout glanced behind ) him, and what he discovered. proved that the greatest danger of the daring raid of death was yet to be met and overcome. CHAPTER VI. THE FORLORN HOP. The sight that the scout disc.overed behind him was one calculated to make the stovtest heart quail, for, just setting forth from the base of the was a mass of Indian warriors, some mounted, but mostly on foot and directing their course upon tHe trail of the palefaces. Fully outnurn,berecl five to one by the Indians, -and with his animals so jaded_ that they could scarcely be urge d faster than a walk, the scout felt that they were compelled to halt for a night's rest iri. the matte, and that by morning the Indians would have come. up and surrounded them. Their only way o f escape would be to cut bravely through their line s "We aie in a hot place, Captain Ray," laughed the scout, as he pointed toward the hills. "Yes; but it i s no worse than I expected; in fact, we h ave e s caped well, with the lo ss of only five poo r fellows; btit it is owing to your das-f1 and courage, scout, for we \ Vere. upon the villages before they could resist. "But what would you advise?" "To seek the r uined stockade, and prepare selves for a fight, for the Indians may attack us to ni g ht. 'If not, we \Nill have had a good night's rest, and, thus refreshed, the horses w ill carry u s bravely through their lines. There are too few of lhein mounted to cause us much trouble, once we 'get cle a r of the matte. "Yet, infuriated as they are, they .may attack to-night, so we must hasten on, and set our house in order for the coming of our guests." The scout spoke lightly of the danger, but all felt that it was ve ry great, a nd, urging forward their tired steeds, the matte was soon reached, and ere darkness came on the hand was strongly fortified in the old stockade. Contrary to their expectations, the night passed quietly away, an d the sun arose to discover no Indian visible But, creeping from the stockade, scout bent his way to the edge of the matte, and, after an ab-

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ifHE BUFFALO BiLL STORIES. 13 nee of half an hour, returned, his face showing no gn of discovery to their disadvanta g e "Well, Buffalo Bill, what have you seen?" asked aptain Ray, advaocing toward him "That we have succeeded most thoroughly in this xpedition,. captain. "First, my messenger had informed the India ns hat went the settlements that their own omes have been visited by the torch and sword, and out upon t he prairi e only three miles, is the entire orce of .the Sioux, and their ailies. "Slowly they are arranging their plan to surround s in our stronghold. For us to attempt to cut hrough their lines will be certain death." "\Vhat is to be done, then, Scout Cody?" coolly asked the young captain. I see but one plan, and that is to stand the s ie g e." "Vv e have not a week's provisions, and with no chance of succor. "Ho r s efle s h is most palatable when one has nothing else. "But y o u must stand the siege; the stockade is strong, you have tried men and true, and plenty of ammunition to beat back the entire force of red skins, if they were to storm you. "In four days, or less, I can return with reinforceents from the fort--" You? How will you leave the motte ?" "I'll das h throug h their lines, which are not formed ully yet, and Comrade can carry me away frbm their fleetest h o r s es." "True, he showed no sign of fatigue yesterday, iWhen all of other horses were fagged out_ ; but here are. swift horses in the Prairie Pirate's band." "The renegade and his men are not with the Inians; they have gone off on some other de v ilent. "Now, I mus t be off; remember to keep the cout ge of the men up: In four days I will return with roops sufficient to give yonder redskins battle on a eld of their o w n choi ce." "I dislike to see you go, for it is a desperate gauntet you have to run, and I fear evil may befall you." "It cannot be helped; some one must go, for it [ s a forlorn hop e, and I am best suited for the duty, knowing the country as I do, and having Comrade to sqstain me in my trials, for his powers of endurnce will be put to the severest test." "It is a terrible risk to run, but something must be done," said C a ptain Ray, as he walked with the scout toward his horse. Comrade was as fresh as a lark, and, as if anticipating tbat some desperate service was expected of him1 neighed wildly to be off. A few moment s more, and the scout, with determined and stern face, mounted, and shaking the hand of Ramsey Ray, rode from the stockade, fol lowed by the good wishes of the band. Following him to the edge of the motte, Captain Ray Lieutenant Hardcastle and a few others saw at once the desperate g auntlet the scout had to run, for the prairie w as ali v e with warriors, mounted and on foot, w ho were rapidly spreading a human chain around the piece o f timber, including both sides of the sm all river or stream. To t h e eastward was a space, half a mile wide, which was not protected, though there were two columns of Indians moving toward this point. Thi s op e n spa<;e was a good half-mile awa y and the scout f elt that he must ride like the wind to nm thI'ough it before the two columns closed up. Darting from under the shelter of the motte, Buf falo Bill urged C omrade on like a bird, and had ad v anced, fortunately, one-third of the distance before he was di s covered. Then a yell of fury went up from a thousan d red throats, as the daring horseman was s een and h i s object known .Rapid ly the two columns began to close up, but one being of dismounted reds, the other made bet ter progress. Heading more toward the Indians on foot, Buffalo Bill, with his keen eye, at once took in the whole danger and chances of the case, and with word and gesture urged Comrade on, while he unslung his rifle and held it ready for action. Becoming warmed to his work, Comrade crouched low upon the prairie, and fairly flew along, his speed surprising the Indians, and winning cheer after cheer from his friends on the matte, who breathlessly watched the rapid flight. The whole scene was now one of wildest excitement, the Indians pouring in hundreds toward the point for whi c h the scout, Buffalo
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14 THE BUFF J\LO BILL STORIES. "No; certain death stares him in the face." "Too bad, too bad! Better to have remained, and fought it OU:t with us." "By heavens! that horse is fairly flying!" "See! see! he will make it-he will! he will!" Such were the cr. ies from the men in the matte, as they narrowly watched the pr.ogress of the scout, and then a wild yell of joy burst. out as they saw the Prairie Prince rush in between the two columns, his rifle flashing right and left upon '.1is enemies who were still two hundred yards distant. vVarrior :a.fter warrior fell, as the lead e n hail was poured into the crowded ranks, but on they pressied, pouring in a shower of rifle bullets as they came. As though bearing a charmed life, Buffalo Bill and his noble steed remained. unhurt, dash.ing across the line, and with a yell from. the scout that was heard at the matte, the flying steed bounded away upo. n the open prairie followed by a hundred Indiari horsemen. Comrade was no ordinary steed, and. his swift flight soo,n distanced the smaller mustangs of the warriors, and in an hour had left them far behind. The horse and rider sped on, unhurt and safe . CHAPTER VII. THE PRAUUE PIRATES. Upon the evening of' the arrival of the Indian forces in front of the sett lement, when the white renegade chief was planning his attack against his own race, there suddenly darted into the outlaw caiup an Indian messenger, his horse showing signs of hard riding, and even his redskin dder exhibiting in his stern face a look of fatigue: It was near the sunset hour, and the white chief and his red allies were holding a council of war be neath a huge tree, where they all had halted. A steed, a large sorrel stallion, with a build denoting extraordinary strength and bottom, was grazing near by, loose, while his bridle accoutrement$ and a silver-mounted Mexican saddle, with its broad horns, lay at the base of the tree. Leaning against the trunk of the tree, his arms folded upon his broad breast, and his whole attitude one of perfect ease and grace, was the man who had won the name of the Prairie Pirate. Six feet in height, he was of magnificent build, and beneath the closely-fit ting pants of dressed buckskin and blue flannel shirt, his form gave indications o great strength, agility and powers of endurance. Cavalry boots incased his feet the tops reaching t' his knees, and the heels armed with silver spurs, while upon his head he wore a soft gray felt hat, looped up upon the left side with a gold !-rrow, and with a black plume drooping ovex: the brim. A broad belt encircled his small waist, and upon either hip was a handsomely mounted revolver, while in front, and ready for the tc;rnch of either hand, were a bO'l vie knife, and double-barreled pistols of exceedingly large bore and fine sight. to the belt upon the left side, and at tached by a red silk cord, was a small, gle2ming battle-ax, with a handle, a weapon which the ch i e f had been known to use with terrible effect in battle. His mouth was forbiddingly stern and cruel, the wh91e expression that of a man who feared neither God nor human being, and felt that he was an out upon the face of the earth. Years before, the man had drif tecl upon the fron tier, coming from the far southwest, as he said. There followed him a reckless band of a dozen fol lowers at his heels, nien like him13elf, devoting themselves to crime. At first the chief devoted himself to the life of a highwayman, living.in some secret recess of the for est, and demanding toll from all passers through his dominions. Most courteous to women, whom he never r obbed, ahd never taking more than a portion of his wealth from a man, he soon won the name qf the Prairie Pirate. But at last the military were on his path, the country became aroused at some more daring deed, and he was hunted down, and after a terrible struggle made prisoner, but not until he had shot three sol diers dead, and was himself severely wounded. He was tried at once by a military court and sentenced to be hun,g as soon as he recovered from his wounds, but the night previous to the day appointed for his executjon he from his log prison, and. the next morning the sentinel who g ,uarded him was found dead bef.o.re the door, '1vithout any mark of violence upon him, while upon his face remained a look of mortal terror, as though some unearthly visitant had appeared before him. A year passed away, after the escape of the out-

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t'HE BU ff J\LO BILI,. STORIES. law of the prairies, an'd. then he sud<:!enly reappea'red on the border at the. head of a formidable band of renegades, and fr.om that day his cruelties toward his fellowmen seemed to know no bounds, for the armed and the defenseless everywhere fell beneath bis deadly hatred. Such was the Prairie Pirate, and any one gazing into his face, as he leaned with folded arms against the tree, listening to the wai; taik of the Indian chiefs, Brave Shield, Big Whistle and Tall Bull, could not help but feel that his dark and handsome face hid beneath its cruel mask some deep and damning mystery of crime and lost honor. "The chiefs talk like women, and would chatter for hours, like a gang of old women at a tea-drink' ing. . ''Let them hold on to their rattling tongues, lest 0the birds of the woods under$tand them, and carry the tidings of our coming to the 1settlers," and the renegade spoke in a ste'rn and sneering voice. "What will our white hr.other have?" sulkily returned Brave Shield. "I would have you get your red cutthroats ready to march upon the settlement at the' coming of {lark; let the whole band follow in my lead, and. I will redden prairies with the blood of the pale faces," savagely. returned the white chief. "The great chief speaks .well, and his red brothers shall fringe their-belts with paleface scalps, and. fill their wigwams with paleface squaws," said Tall Bull. "You lay your accursed and bloody paws upon.the head or form of a wh1te woman, and I will tear with my ovvn hands your scalp from your head," replied the white chief, his eyes fl.ashing fire . Instantly the Indian warriors were upon their feet, their hands upon their weapons; but, undismayed, the Prairie Pirate stood before them, an evil glitter in his eye. "What! has our white brother turned traitor?" .asked Big Whistle, after a pa't1se. "I will never be a traitor to a woman, even .though I practice hellish barbarities upon men. "No, you red devils, I lead you against the settlements to kill and make captive the men, and to carry off what plunder you can; but, so help me the Great Spir'it if one woman or child dies by the hands of a redskin; intentionally, I'll turn my renegade bloodhounds upon you, and aid the white warrior' s m driving you to your haunts." The Prairie Pirate spoke in a tone that proved he was in a deadly mood. Evil looks were going the rounds of the Indian faces, and a storm was thre?t ening, when suddenly a ho .rseman dashed swiftly into the midst of the party. "I{a what brings the Comanche Wild Wolf here now, when he skulked to the prairies when we took to the warpath?" tauntingly said the chief. "The Wild Wolf is no skulking dog; he has been on the warpath of the paleface warriors,' and has come to teU his red brothers tbat the braves from the fort are now laying in ashes their happy ,villages in the hills." A yell of terror, of rage and despair, went up from the assembled chiefs at this_nevvs, but the stern voice of the Prairie Pirate checked their cries "Who is it, my red that brings this news? It is the stranger chief, the Comanche dog, a friend of the palefaces. The Comanche lies." With a yell of fory, the Wild Wolf threw himself from the back of his steed, and rushed upon the chief, his knife glittering in his hand. Bu.t a dozen sff.ong ar. ms seized held him back, and, powerless, he cried: '"Red brothers, the tongue of the Wild Wolf is not crooked; he speaks straight. If my red brothers doubt the Wild Wolf, let them bear him back a prisoner, and then burn him at the stake." The words and manner of Comanche carried conviction with them, and again almost inhuman yells filled the air, while in hot haste the Indians began to mount, no longer thinking of. attacking the settlements while their own .homes and families were in danger. ;In vain the Prairie Pirate pleaded with them to continue on, and devastate the settlements; his words were unheeded, and in a short while the whole band of warriors departed, leaving the angry and disappointed Prairie Pirate alone with his sq .uadron of renegades. But, undaunted by the desertion of his allies, the daring chief determined to himself strike a blow agains t the settlements, and, with what plunder he could secure, start back to his stronghold in the hills, distant nearly two days' journey from the fort. With this determination, he calle.d his men around him, and made known his intended plan. s, and at I

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STOR!ES. nightfall the band was upon the move, slowly approaching the homes of the Qardy pioneers of the frontier. CHAPTER VIII. CAPTURED. After having successfully and unhurt rnn the gauntlet of his foes, Buffalo Bill continued on for several hours, ere he drew rein to give Comrade a But the mustang was a wiry animal of remarkable -endurance, and a few hours served to refresh him and with renewed vigor he continued at an easy gait, throug-h the long hours of the night, when he again made a long halt for food and rest in a smail n1otte where the grass grew luxuriantly, and where there was a springof clear cold water. Having looked to the wants of Comrade, rubbed him down thoroughly, and staked him out to feed upon the juicy grass; the scout broiled so.me jerked buffalo meat upon the coals, and, his blan1 ket, lay down to rest, and hours passed ere he awoke. Oi1ce more he mounted, and again Comrade's powers were put to the test, and with such good results that the walls of the fort came in sight before sunset. Just at twiligh t he dashed into the stockade citadel, and was wekomed by a loud cheer from tne soldiers. But at a glance, Buffalo Bill di scove red that some important event had transpired, for all was excite ment and confusion, and he feared that Colonel Verne had lost his life in battle with t[le Indians, for whether Wild Wolf had reached the band before they had attacked the u pper settle rncnts he was not aware. His fears upon that score quickly vanished when an orderly cama to conduct him to Colonel Verne. The commandant sat rn h is private room, his face pale, and terribly stern. "Well, what of your expedition?" he said, as the scout entered. "It was a raid of death, sir, for we destroyed every Indian village in hills, and more than doble our own number in warriors were slain, with only the loss of twenty-five men, seventeen of whom were sol diers.'' "A good report; you have done nobly; but whtZre is Ray?" "Besieged in the ruined outpost, colonel, for we were followed closely by the Indians, and, \Yith our horses broken down, were compelled to for the night. In the morning we beheld not only our foes of the day before, but the bands of Tall Bull; Big Whistle, Brave Shield and other chiefa around us. They had returned to defend their homes." 'Your Indian messenger did his duty well, then; he came to me with yo4r message, and then hastened on, and instantly the Indians t o defend the ir villages. I g-reatly feared for the safety of you all. "But you say Captain Ray and seventy-five men are besieged in the old outpost?'" "'i es sir." "It was impossible to cut through the fifteen hundred warriors surrounding us, and I adv ised the cap tain to remain and fight it out, while I came on to the fort for aid." "And you broke the line, which seventy five men dared not risk?" "I ride a horse, colonel, that has few equals, and broke the line almost before the Indians knew of my intentions;" modestly returned the scout. Then he continued: "Captain Ray has four days' rations, plenty of ammunition, and a band of brave men, and can clonbtless keep the Indians a t bay until aid reaches him, and it vvas for succor that I now have come:" "You. shall have it my friend; three companies s hall start at once, and I would spare more, but I have to head a squadron myself. to start on a duty of the greatest importance. My is now a prisoner in the hanqs of that renegade hound, Prairie Pirate." The voice of the man trembled with emotion. "Miss Verne a captive of the Prairie Pirate! "This is indeed sad tidings; but how did it happen, colonel?" said the scout, deeply moved by the news 'Well your Wild vVolf, it seems, suc ceeded in sending the back to their hills, but the bloodthirsty monster would not return without leaving his mark, and findingout in some way that I was ready for him in the fort. He made a detour, and by night dashed into our lines, and car-

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THE BU Ff ALO BILL STORIES. 17 ried off poor Nan. After this act he was away, ere the slightest resistance could b"e offered." "When did this happen, colonel?" "Last night, just b efore d;;iybreak; I was up 111 the settlements, and returned not one hour before you did. "He has, then, at once gone to his in the hills ; two days' hard will take him tnere, and he has now but a day's start. Cheer up, colonel; call out all yc>ur men that you .intended for your ex-. pedition, and, with those to go to aid Captain Ray, we will a t once start, for the outp-ost is almost on the trail to the strOnihold of the outlaw, and after w e have relieved the g?.llant cg,pta.in we will decide what is best to be done. ''My friend, you give .me hope, and it shall be a s as you say.; but once the Prairie Pirate was sentenced to death, so that I dread he will take a terrible revenge upon me, now that. he has the power; and, were we to reach his stronghold, I fear he would slay poor Nan ere I could recover her." "Then, colonel, leave it to me, and I pledge you that I will. rescue Miss Verne; will you trust me?" "Certainly; and if any man can do it, you are the one. "But, come, you nee.cl rest and food ere we leave, so I will order supper. Throw yourself upon my bed, .and take a nap. "I am like my horse, colonel; a short rest and a good meal causes us both to feel as good as new. "Cp.mrade is now under the tender mercies of y ot1r negro groom, and three hours will be all the rest h e will need. It is now seven o'clock,.so please have .the men ready by ten. So saying, the scout threw himself upon the colonel's couch, and almost instantly was fast asleep, to aw:..ke at the appointed hour, partake of a hearty meal, and, at the head of three hundred troopers,'. under the leadership of Colonel Verne, ride forth t o the aid of the besieged band in the ruined outpost on the river. CHAPTERIX. RAISING THE .INDIAN SIEGE. True to his word to Captain Ray, the scout was but a few miles from the outpost on the evening ot. the fourth day. Having made charge after charge upon the whites, and with no sU<;:ces sfu l results to themselves, the India ns had laid a regular siege to the gallant band, intending to pick off, with their arrows and rifles, every man they could by day or night, so that, by. thus reducing the defending force, they could, in the end, make one g-rand charge, and wip-e o u t the whites. Well knowing that the scout would relief for the outpQst, they still believed that it would be a week ere he could possibly return, and then only with a comparat1vely s mall force. They thought that, as the settlements were threatened, he could' not get many men to accompany him. Their own large n 'umber rendered them exceedingly brave. But they had not c-ounted on the power of endurance and speed 'of Comrade, for the dash and determination of the troopers, and up.on the fourth 1day they were lit tl e an attack from an'.f quarter, when suddenly; w : jth a round of hearty cheers, the cavalry were upon them. Dependi'ng on their large numbe1: for protection, they had stationed no sentinels, so they were completely. taken b,y surprise. Right and left rode the gallant troopers, their rifles and revolvers cracking, and sabers falling with terrible execution. They appeared in the darkness to be a far larger force than they were. The warriors were seized with a panic, and broke in wild .c onfusion, followed hither and thither in their flight by the victorious troopers. Then into the motte dashed the scout Colonel Verne, and his escort, and loud a nd long were the cheers that \vent up from the stockade when they greeteq their friends. The defenders of. the little fort dragged Buffalo Bill from his horse, and bore him around on their shoulders in triumph. "Well,' captain, I kept my word, and, thank .God! I was able to do sO," modestly said the scout. .. "vVe certainly thank God that you were, my friend, for I have lost forty killed and wounded-the end would ha"'.e been a massacre; but how you must have ridden!" and Ramsey Ray warmly grasped the scout's hand. "Colonel Verne," said Cody, turning to that offi cer, "the Indians have fled to their ruined villages, to protect their families, for they evidently believe your force double what it is, and think you :;tre coming after them. "Now, men fight with desperation around their

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18 THE BUFF ALO BILL hearthstones, and t hus would th e redskins fight were you to attac k them. It would be madness on your. p art to attack t h em agai n "vVhat would you suggest, scout?" "'rhat you re turn. with command at once to the fort-" "Pardon me, but have you forgotten that my daughter is a c aptive in the hands of that wicked man?". said Col o nel V erne. "No, sir i t is in my mind aod my advice is of f ered after matu re thought on my part. Return to the fort with your men, and you w ill thereby gai n a good. start before the Indians know your inten tions, for if they we r e to follow you on your retreat, many a brave s oldie r would lose his life ''Regarding t he release of Miss Verne, were you t o follow on to the strong hold of Prairie Pirate, certain def eat wouid be the re s ult, for the Indians would take y.our trail, and you wo uld be betw e en t w o fires. It is impq ssi ble for thr ee thousand m en e v en, to attack the outlaw s s t ron ghold with success; wh a t strategy. can do is anothe r matter. "In. dis guise, I have visited the outlav.-s' stronghold and I it as well as do e s its chief, and therefore I am capable of ac t ing with my eyes op e n "Leave all to m e r eturn to th e fort, and a dose watch agains t s urprise. Allo w me to robber stro n ghold", and I w ill re s cue your daughter from ca pti vity. 1 "Will yo u place full fait h in me, C ol onel V erne?" "Scout Cody, y o u are a m a rve l ous man, an d I believe, will ac c ompli s h wha t you promi se I trust you and \ Yill do as you wish, but for God s sake sa v e my p oor for a fat hfa b e g s it of you to sa v e his child "I ha ve promisecl, rep l ied .the s c out, and a few momen t s af te r h e w a s hard a t work ; rubbing his faithful stee d and compani on, and fee d i n g him upon the most luxuri a n t gras s that c o u l d be found. A substan t ial supper, a sl ee p of an hour, and Buff a lo Bill mo v e d out from the motte w it h the r e turning troo per s but onc e upon the prairie he bade to Colonel Verne and hi s companions, and set forth alone, to soon disapp ea r in the dark ness, bound upon the hazardou s mis s ion of rescuing from the outlaw stronghold Nan Verne, and, stra'nge as it may seem, there were none in that band who for a moment doubted that his adventure would be c rowned with success The sco .ut had never been known to fail m any. thing which he had undertaken. With somewhat quieted mind, both Colonel Verne and Captain Ramsey Ray set forth u12on their. re turn to the fort. CHAPTER X. WITHIN THE PIRATE'S STRONGHOLD. When the Prairie Pirate had determined upon his course re garding t he settlements, he started at once to carry out his plan, but was warned by the arrival of an Indian scout that the upper settlement in the valley was prepared to resist him. Ins tantly his orders to m9ve rang out, quick a nd Making a large detour from the settlement, he s udd e nly darted, at the speed of his horses, in the direction of the fort and in the stillness and dark ness of the night da s h e d within the line of settlers h o m es, and pounced upon the home of Colonel A wakened from a sound sleep, Nan and her aunt sudden l y discovered the tall form of the o u tlaw le a d e r b efo re them, and heard his stern order: Miss Verne, you will dress with great haste, and accompany me In vain were the offers of bribes and earnest entrea ties. N a n Verne was compelled to obey and, with trembling hands and blanched face, dressed herself in ber ridin g habit. The next moment she was riding by the side of the chief, as he sped away, followed by band, fully a hu?dred in i:iu mber. It was a hard and crue l ride of three days, and none but a sturdy girl could have borne the fatigue; but Nan ke p t up bra v e ly, and upon the evening of the thi rd da y followi n g her c a pture, the hill country wa s re ac hed, and in a de e p recess in the hills was found the robber encampment. Rude in construction, hidd e n awa.y in a lovely val ley d ef end e d on one s ide by lofty and impassable highl a nds, and upon the o ther by a mighty flowing s t ream, the robber retreat was yet more picturesque, and the beauty of the scenery could not but charm N an, worn out and sorrio. w fol, thoug h she was. Humble c abins, skin wigwams, and a few. tents scat tered along the river bank, composed the homes of the renegade c rew, and the women and children who followed their fortunes and who were a lmost

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THE BU ff ALO BILL STORIES. 19 as wicked as the men. In a like dell, under the shadow of the highlands, with a lawn down t o the banks of a tiny stream, was a spacious and co rnfortable cabin, the home of the chief. Hither was poor Nan borne. With surprise, as she entered the cabin home, she noted the <:omforts about her, the humble but easy furniture, the clean flooring, aeat walls adorned with crayon or water-color sketches, and a guitar lying near a window which opened out upon a wide piazza, around which clung vines, evidently trained tg there by some one of refi:ned taste. Across the hallway from the room into which the chief had ushered Nan, was another room, which ;:tp peared like a dining-hall, while back of .it were two bed chambers, as the maiden could see through the open doors, the linen in w hich was white a:nd clean. Surprised at all she saw about her, Nan turned and glanced timidly into the face of the man, who, with all his crimes, had certainly treated her with marked respect, and, seeing her look, he said, quietly: "Miss Verne, here shall be your home until I cle eide regarding your future fate, and no one shall in trude upon you; yes, one will be your comRanion, whom you will not, I hope, object to, and your wishes be attended to by my servants. "Make yourself at home, please, even though you are under the roof of the outlaw chief called the Prairie Pirate." With a bow the chief departed, and Nan was left to brood over her sorrows alone, and to worry he1 mind with devising some means to escape from her thralldom. "I must escape pom here, .or ruin will be my fate/' "Have no fea f of evil, for you are safe," said a sweet voice near at hand, and, turning quickly, Nan beheld before her a young girl who had silently en tereQ. the room. "Thank you, for those words, for you would not de ceive a helpless girl!" cried Nan, and, springin," forward, she buried her face on the young girl's shoulder-for at last her strong will had broken down, and she was no longer the proud, defiant woman she had been in the presence of the robber chief. Upon the afternoon following the arrival of Nan in the stronghold and near the sunset hour, a horseman was slowly wending his way in the direction of the robber retreat. His hf fearlessness and determination wh ich the sanctity gf his callinghad not wholly destroyed. Upon the front of his worn saddle was a revolver and knife, ready to protect life in case of necessity, and behind the saddle was a blanket and leather roll containing provisions and his book of Following the plain trail leading to the hills, the priest soo n came upon a small stream, where his horse halted for water, just as the sound of hoofs were heard, and up dashed a steed and rider. With surprise the priest behdd a young girl, well mounted and apparently a thorough horsewoman, for, upon discovering him, she wheeled her steed to the right-about, as if to" escape .from clanger; but, discovering at a glance his peaceful calling, she halted and advanced slowly toward him, saying in strangely s weet tones: "Holy father, at first your presence startled me; but now I fear you not." "Thanks, my daughter; I would not willingly cau se one so pure and good as you look, to fear me. "I am a humble follower of the Master and am seeking to convert the heathen in this God-forsaken land; but what do you here?" "I live further np the valley, and thither you must accompany me; for, e ven in our .rude camp, there are those who w ill be glad to see you and have you con fess their sins, for they are indeed sinful." "Daughter, it is my duty to go where I can be of service to my feliow-creatures . "I will acc.ompany you Side by the two rode on together, and. ere the sun sank to rest behind the hills, they arrived in the robber camp. Leading the way directly to the cabin of the chief, they soon arrived in front of the door, and the maiden called out to the Prairie Pirate, who was seated upon the piazza indolently smoking a pipe. .

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, 20 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIESo "Father, I have brought a guest home with me." "In God's name, Maud, whom have you there?" sqmewhat angrily the chief, rising and aiding the maiden to alight. "I have one who will be a vision of comfort to many poor souls in this camp who desire to confess their evil deeds." "Always doing sori1e act to incur my displeasure, child." "No, sir; I have done nothi11g to cause you to speak thus. This wt>rthy priest I f.ound by the brook and brought home ,,.;ith me. "Father Foley, this is my father, the chief of the outlaw band, and the man who was known as the Prairie Pirate." "I have heard of you, my son . and of your 'Nicked supper, the holy father of with evi dent relish. A week passed away, and still the worthy priest lingered at the robber camp, and he had become a great favorite with all who went to him for comfort. With the chief,. Father Foley had little to do, having informed him that the church sent him out among the. savages, and that he had roamed for years among the tribes. "You certai nly have not run loose among the tribes of my acquaintance, my worthy disciple, or they would have raised the hair off your head, short as it is, if they would have had to apply to the Indian agency for tweezers to. pull it off with "Why, man, they would scalp you and think no more of it than your cloth do of mingling their career; bu t, as there was repentance for the thief on prayers with the whisky." the cross, :so may there--" After this conversation, Father Foley seemed to "Listen, priest! you come here as my daughter's shun the chief who was really constantly engaged in guest, and I will r:espect pledge; but I warn. you the duties of his command . to keep your preaching for ears better attuned to it than are mine. \ sir, and your shall be ;:ittendecl to, an<:, my word for it you will n .ot refuse a good gla ss of brandy that I can offer you?" "A little wine for the stomach's sake, 111y son, is I good--" "Yes, and for your stomach's sake you men of the cloth will go a great way. Come, my man, dismount, and togethe1'. we will have many a social chat, b1.1t1 mind you, none of your doctrines for me, for I . am outlawed by God and man, and want none of them. "Here, Henderson, take the priest's horse, and see that he is cared for, and let the men and women know that we have a lamb in our flock of wolves, should they wish to get absolution for their sins, and thus, with the record rubbed out, commence to burn, pillage and murder." Speaking thus bitterly, the chief strode away, while the. maiden .whom the chief called Maud led the prit:st into the house a;1d set before him a hearty But what surprised the priest most was the pres ence of Maud in that robber retreat, and her calling the chief by the sacred name of father. That she was his daughter was evident, for there ;vas a strong likeness between them, only the maidei1's face wore none of the stern and hard . expressions that flitted across her parent's, and her life seemed one of perfect purity. True, she seemed sad at times, for she keenly felt her father's terrible life and the dangers he ran daily, but then she was ever affectionate and cheerful be fore him, and seemed the silver lining upon his clouded existence, the single r a y of sunlight that en t ered his gloomy he was wholly wrapped up in his beautiful daughter, whom he had taught himself in various branches of education until Maud was a refined, in telligent and accomplished young girl. Was it a wonder, then, that the priest felt a deep interest in the maiden, and still lingered at the stronghold, anxious to win the fair young girl' from

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 21 her cruel associ a tions, and caus e her father to allow her to seek a home in the s ociety which she could adorn. CHAPTER XI. T H E RES CU E Ten dayi after the arrival of the pri est the rob camp, three persons were seated upon horse b ack llpon the side of a small hill, gazing upon the. _most within the shadow of the po st, and there dwelt hi s sister and daughter in peace and happiness, until the renowned Prair ie Pirate sw ooped do w n upon the dovecote in re v enge, and bore the maiden away, his intention b e .ing revenge himself upon the fo r ce of the commandant of the fort b y putting the maiden to death. "Could my father do so foul a deed? He never wars again s t wo.men, indignantly replied the maiden Prairie sprea d out before the m with almost bound" 1 True, he ha s tha t redeeming trait, but he is b itter in hi s lo v e f01: revenge and the life of Miss Verne Tw? of the party wer.e maidens-one of them was to be sacrificed to avenge himself upon the .rfaud, the robber chief's daughter, the other Nan, less expanse. the captive. The third person w a s t he priest, Father Foley, who was allo\Ved every privileg e in the camp and had ac compani ed t he young la d i e s for a ri d e upon. the prairie. After g azing in silence upon the le v el landscape for a while the priest turned to Maud ati.d said, quietly: "Lady, I hav e to th:;nk you for more kindness than I can ever repay, but you will have your own reward. "Through your kindness I have be e n _received in the robber camp of your fa.ther, and thereby enabled to accomplish the object for which I came here. "Listen, while I tell you why I came here, and father for h a ving once condemned him to die upon the g allows, and fr o m which ignominious doom he wa s re s cued." "How know you this, Father Foley?" "I know that las t night your father gave. the order, for the murder of Miss Verne, and that her scal g wa s to be sent to. the post." "Horri. ble This shall not be done, sir-you have, my word for it,'' Maud, her face paling andl her eyes flashing fire. "Lady, I know your !nflu e rice is great, l;>ut I prefer not to ri s k it. I sa id tha t I wa s deceiY ing y ou, and in truth I am" for I am no pri est!" "\Vhat who then ate you?" cried Maud, in amaze h I l d d ment. make known to you t at rnve ece1ve you, for I am not what 1 seem." "I am one whom you h ave met before, one who Surp. rise was visible upon the beautiful face of . gave chase to you some days s inc e, when \Ve mef Maud, but she merely bowed for priest to conin that fl!Otte to the s outhward." tim1e, and said nothing. A slig ht flush o verspread the face of Father Foley, and he resumed in the soft v o ice in which he had spoken before: "Many miles from here there.lives a man who is ou father' s enemy because, in the discharge of his military duties, he, years ago, con0.emned your parent to die for his crimes. Pardon me, but I must speak plainly "That foe of yottr father. has a pleasant home; al"You are, then, that man? Well I di s tanced you, did I not, though ;your horse wa s a fleet one? But how you are di s guised! "It would not be s af e for Buff a lo Bill to vis it this spot." "Buffalo Bill? You, then are that man?" Then she quickly continued: "But what danger you are i n here! Quick! fly, ere my father knows you in your true lig ht." . Lady; I pledg e d my word to Colonel v erne to . ..

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. 22 THE BUFfALO BILL STORBES. hi s daughter, and I came hither for that pur. . pose, and Miss Verne has known me in my true light since the first night I arrived, for her eyes penetrated a disguise which none of the band have don. e, though they have often met me. "When I asked you to ride hither this afternoon it was for the purpose of escaping with M i ss Verne; 'but let me urge that you also with us, for, sooner or later, the end must come, and you will be cast helpless upon the world." "Yes, Maud, me beg you to come with us, and be my sister, and my father will be a father to you. "No one need know that you are the daughter of 'the renowned Prairie Pirate, for my father will re 'turn East if I wish it, and then he will have two Maud, because her friend, whom she had learned to love so dearly, was perhaps forever 'going from her, and Nan to have to leave behind amid a robbers" camp the beautiful girl whom she so longed to have go with her. "Miss Maud, now we must part." It was the scout who spoke, and, before the maiden could answer, she suddenly start_ ed back, her face paling and her lips parting with: "Al] is lost i See1 there comes my father. !" . CHAPTER XII. AVENGED. It was too true Slowly coming around the base rdaughters, in&tead of one. of the hill and some two hundred yards distant, was "Come, Maud, come with me," and Nan put her the Prairie Pirate? followingthe trail leading to his arms around her beautiful companion, who trembled, retre:.it in the hills. while great tears stood in her eyes. "No, I will not be tempted. I will remain. I long dearly to see the great world beyond, to meet fellown:en and women whose bmws: are not branded with crime, but I owe my first duty to my father. "Whatever he may be to others-cold and stern though is his nature-to me he has been kind, and I know I am all he has to love in the. world. "I am glad that we have met, Nan, and you, sir, I can never forget, but I must stay here with my father, "Quick! haste1'1 you have no time to lo se, if you would keep ahead of the human bloodhounds that before long will be Ol'l your trail; so, fly at once; and, Nan, take my mare; she is the fleetest on the prairies, and the scout rides one that has few equals, so you can have a better chance to escape; no, no, do not say me no, but horses with m e at once," and the noble girl sprang to the ground. "It is best, Miss Verrie," replied the disguised S'C'Q,ut, and he instantly. set about changing the sad (lles and bridles upon the .. horses, while .the two maidens seemed almost heartbroken at parting-As the eyes of all three were upon the form of the robber chief, tl1ere suddenly came the sharp crack of a rifle from some unseen foe, and throwing his arms wildly in the air, the outlaw reeled from his saddle and fell heavily to the ground. The war cry that followed was echoed by a wild scream from Maud, and together the three dashed down the hill toward the fallen man. But suddenly from a dark covert in the hillside darted a tall and wild-looking form. With the speed of an antefope it rushed toward the prostrate chief. "Great God! it is Wild Wolf!'' cried the. scout, and he drove the s.pur s into Comrade and urged him on at the same time calling out to the Indian. But, wrapped in the joy of his revenge, the Indian warrior neither saw norheard-his victim only was before him. "God in Heaven! he will scalp him before the eyes of his daughter!" cried the scout, and he half drew his revolver from its holster; but, as if altering his determination, he urged Comrade on, and the next instant, bounding to the ground, seized Wild Wolf as he was bending over the man to take his scalp.

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 2 3 1 "Hold, .Wild Wqlf t I b id you 1 1ol d s ternly crie d t he i>cout, as the Indian seemed inclined to s till ru s h the \ V eunfl@d ohief "Wild Wolf has kille'1 the houml. of the pra iri es; let him take his s ca lp!" N q, yonder comes the daughter of this man, and s he shall see him die in peace, for you have taken life. W_ill you y ield this to me, or shall the knife be rawn between u s ?'' and the scout s p o ke with d e adly "Wild Wolf has no knife fot th. e heart of his white orother. "The great white chief, Buffalo Bill, must not be ngry with his red hr.other. "You are then in di sguise? I now s ee who you ar e-you dare do anyt h ing, Buffalo Bill." "It was the deep voice of the robber chief, and a uickly the scout turned to"."'ard him. "Yes, chief I came here in the guise of a priest to ake from your power the daughter of Colonel Verne; but here comes your poor daughter, and she ill explain everything," replied the scout, and up ashed Maud, followed by Nan. "My father! Oh, God! he is dying!" and Maud! chrew herself beside him. "Yes, Maud, I am dying; I feel that my moments ire numbered." "And here stands your murderer--" . "Hold, lady! yonder man has but avenged himself or a wrong done him in days gone by; nay, put up our pistol for he is my friend, and I will not 'see iim harmed." The scout spoke firmly, and, gl ancing into his face, e relinquished her hold upon the weapon she had lrawn from her belt, and again knelt beside her ather. I "Maud, daughter, I have been to you a cruel th!tr, for I have reared you here amid wild scenes carnage; but I foel that you will forgive me, and, h e n you he a r my confession, you will think kindlY. ( me!." "Father, oh, father, who el s e h a ve I to love? ''Oh, God! mu s t he be taken from me thus, and 1' lef t alone in all the worlf:} ?" "Maud, long y ears ago, ere you were born, I was a n i n n o cent man-a wild yo u t h perhaps but still not. si n ful. "Then across my life there came a cfoud, a dain.; ni n g cloud-for, betrayed by on,e I thought most true, o n e of kind r ed bl o od we fought, and he fell bYJ . m y h a nd. B u t there m y so rrows only b egan, for my acti . c as t me out from a mother' s love-nay, from affection of every human b ;ing save One, and her D learned to love with my whole heart. "That one, Maud, was yofir mother, when 1l firs t met her, w as engaged to another, who wouldl hav e m a d e her. life h appy had I not herr p ath. "Fin ding I was disinherited by my mother, an'Ct with no one to speak a kind word for me intended! turning my back upon my home, when I discovered I was hved by your mother, and I could not leave without her to guide my wandering footsteps through life , "But, alas! more bloodshed fell to my lot, for thej man to whom she was engaged sought me out, : chat.. lenged me and we met UJ?On the fatal field of honor..,. "He fell by my hand, and before I could reach tpe spot where he lay bleeding, a horseman dasIJed UP, and furiously attacked me "It was the brother of your mother1 Maud. "In vain it was that I him off, and to kee P. h i m at bay, shot he rushed upon firing as he and in self-defense, I shot him through the heart. But with me went the w o man of m y iove, your mother, Mautl. "Hunted down for the c ri mes I h a d c o mmit t ed, 1l fled to Me x ico, and be came a wanderer. "I ca me to roam this portion of th'e country, where your mother, e ver .true to me, follo we d witli you, then a mere child. "One night the military visited my hou se, accom:r!

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.. 24 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. panied by a band of settlers, and, in the skirmish which followed, for I w ould i1-0t submit tamely, you.r mother was killed. "From that day I became a very devil and well you know my career sin ce 1 The chief paused .. "I forgive y.ou much, Mark Travers, you kill my best friend : To avenge him I have you to your death." "Who are you; man?" "Buffalo Bill." "I know that much; but your real name?" "WiUiam F. Cody.'' "And why have you tracked me to doom?" "I but now told you---,to avenge de-ar friend, to whom I owed much and who told me of his life a.nd ycun," saicj. the scout, sternly. "And who was that friend, Buffalo Bill, for wh o se sake you so hated me, for such friendship among men nowadays is very .rare?" and the dying man seemed to hang breathlessly upon the name to fall from the scout's lips. "His name was Roy Percy, and I found him dy ing by your hand, for h e wa s not dead w hen you left him, as you supposed him to be. "I : carried him to my camp, and he ling e red for days and told me all. "Mark you are dyin g, and your sands of life are.we ll-nigh run out, and this child will be alone in .the world. ; "Leave her in our ch a r ge, and in the family of C.olonei" Verne she will find a said Bill. .. d ' "Chiid / said the Prairie Pirate, turning to M.G\ud, 'ti have no t a half-hour to live; already clouds of aeath pass before my eyes, and I feel-tha_t-but you forgive me, do you not? My child, you forgive your erring father; but do not-do not forget him-even though he was a cruel outlaw of the border: "Here, tci:ke my hand, and--" The eyes were closed from view, the strong form trembled, a sigh parted the stern lips, and the ma.11 whos e life had been one long scene of crime to brea the. Then Maud said, quiGkly: "You must not remain here an instant--"' "You will with us, Maud, you must!" said Nan. A moment the outlaw's daughter hesitated, and then s he said firmly: "I will go! "This is no place for me now. "I will take i u y father's horse, for he is as fleet as the wind. \ "\iVhen we get well on our way, I will turn loose the animal you rode, Nan, and he will ala.rm the stronghold, and they will find my father' s body, "I.am ready." . She turned and kissed the dead face once more, leaped lightly to her saddle, which the scout had transferred to her father' s splendid horse, and Btif falo Bill crossed the arms upon the dead breast of the chief, called t-0 Wild Wolf to get his animal from where he had left it and follow, for the pace would be a hot one, arid the trail was a long one. It wa s three days' hard ride to the fqrt, for the scout spared the girls all that he couJd i but the trip was made in safety. The soldiers went wild with d e light when Buff a lo Bill r eturned with Nan, and also a11other young girl, Wild Wolf bringing up the rear. '''You have kept your pledge, Cod y ,''. said the colon el, turning from greeting. his daughter to the scout. "I am glad with Miss Nan! s aid, I was a1so able to rescue a fair captive from the stronghold," s;;1.id Buffalo Bill in a tone that all heard, adding: "This lady is Miss Maud LeRoy, <:;:olonel Verne,, she comes from the Southwest country." "An more tha n welcome you are, Miss LeRoy," said the colonel, who, when he hard heard from Nan, and the fair outlaw as well, the true story as to who she was, said : "You shall be as my own child Maud." "And I do not come poor, sir, for my mo.ther' s

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THE BUFFALO Bl .LL STORIES. 2S costly jewels worth a fortune, are dep9sited in my name in a bank. I have the receipt for thern with me, with other things of value never left out of my J
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. Hair-raisers-that's what we are getting in this contest. Thrilling s t ories of every kind. You are doing magnificent work, boys-keep it up. If you have been in a previous contest and have ii.ot won a prize don't let that discourage you. Remember it's the boy with grit enough to keep on trying ,that wins. Full particulars of the contest on page 28. Our first Two Nights in the Forest. (By W. A. Young, Ohio. ) I was vi siting my cousin in Wisconsin. M y a0sked roe ff I wouldn't like to go on a hunting trip. "Yes," I replied. "It's a wonder we didn't think of this 'before.!' We took a train to t .he nearest station, and walked the re maiing eight miles which was a tiresome trip, for we had a load of grub, blankets, etc. Reaching an old lodging camp that had be e n deserted some time previous, afforde d a good place to stay, w e built a fire, and soon had things booming in our cabin. The firs t night passed, and we found everything all l'ight the next morning. Not getting anything we returned, and found the cabin door open, "Say,'' exclaimed Bob, "something has taken all our grub. 11 "All but a loaf of bread !" I cri e d. We had to make the best of it, but were curious to know what it was. I took the bucket, and went after some water, but as I started tl'.i return I heard something growl.. "Good Heaven!" I gasped, '"it's a panther." I sMr.ted to run, thinkmg probably I could reach the cabin before .it would overtake i:ne. Finding that was useless, I climbed a small tree near by, just in time I yelled for Bob, who came running out of the shanty. "Hello!" he shouted, "what's the matter? What is thata panther?" "Yes," I g:i,sped. "Get a rifle, quick!" He wasn't long getting a rifle. Taking aim at its heart, he fir ed. It turned toward him, but fell over dead. '"fhat was a close call," say s my friend. "Yes, 11 I cried. "I don't \yant to be called that way. "Well, I'm glad you killed' it the if you had only wounded it you would have had some "Yes,. he answered, "I knew that 11 "By the way," he asked, after we had eaten our bread, "were you scared very much. "Yes," I answered, '"I thought I could feel my hair turning gray." We crawled into our bunks, but a strong wind was blowing r from the Northwest. Thestiowwas siftingthrough the cracks, I in the shanty. I could not sleep, for my nerves were all un! strung, and t.he howling of the wind made the cold chills rttu up my spin a l column. About midnight I heard something at the cabin door. "Bob," I cried, "there is something at the door." We got our guns ready, just as a tush was made against the \door, which ga, e just enough to make our hair stand on end. We firei:l tbrqugh the door. That was the last that we heard that night. But I didn't care to venture out till morning. Th'e next morning we sa.w blood on the snow. This ended our adventures in the backwoods. Under the Ice. (By Grover C. Brindley, Ia.) M:y chum and I w ere walking down the street and he said to me: "Get your skates and I'll get mine and we'll go skating." I said "All right," and soon we had onr skates and were on our way t.o the river. We 1eached the rive1 in a short time. We 11oon bad our skates on. We took hold of hands and started out. We had not gone vety far when the ice broke and we both went down. I let go my chum's hands and he did the same thing as I did. I went, down over my head, but I soon started _up again. But I did not come up through the same hole bad gone down in. I did not know which way the hole wa3. I began to think of everything I had ever done wrong.' I thought of trying to find the hole I had down in. I got turned over with my face down, and that was the last I knew unt il I came to my senses at home. My chum was there, and he told me he had caught hold of the ice and pulled himself out of the water on solid lee. He called for help and then l?ot a long board that was lying close by and laid it on th e thin ice, so it clid not break. 'fhen he broke a hole in the ice over me and caught bold of me. Peril On a Freight Train. (By James Scott, Mich.) One noon, ns I was walking home from school, I saw that a freight train blocked my passage. J was anxious to get home, and attempted to go between two of the cars. I had my hands on two rounds of the ladder on the car and my feet on the bumpers when the tra.in started with a jerk, and I fell witll my legs across the trttck. I felt as though I would have to go through the rest of my life on crutc hes. I jerked niy feet out jus t in time, but the wheel passed over the hem of my trouser leg and J went home minus a part of my trousers.

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THE BU ff f\.LO BILL STORIES. 27 A DanJ];erous Siei11th Ride. (By Howard \Tanson, L. I.) In the year "when I wll!I only six years old, my parents bouo-ht me a little knee sleigh. It was two or three dn.Ys after Clrrrstl\las when I started for the hill with rny sleigh, the snow was about a f$ot deep and bad a crus t on it" a n inch or two thick. Well, I got upon the hill. I tut'Red PIY toward the base and got on and etarted to descend a\ lightning stner1. When I wM apoot threc-quarters-9.f the way down I looked up !l.nd saw I wat'l runninli:' mto a rad fe11ce. My heart 1e11ped into my throat nnd. I almost rollc of! m y slcich. I was within twenty yards of the fence I heard my father call to me to rol1 etl., bttt I didll't. I kept right on, and a "'reat number of nei1';hbors thoucht that it, 'KRS my doom. :Bu't just aa I got w ltht? three. feet of the fence I a bump and jumped right tnrough between the rails, ele11h and a ll. A s soon as. I stopped my sleigh I grabbed the rope and ran home as fast a1:1 my legs would cal'!'y me. I was a youn:ster. J\n Elevator Story. (By Jae. B., Md.) A.bot1t a rear 11go I wu wol'klnr in 1-1. factory running nn ele vator from the basement to the fourth ftoor. As it happened this day a friend of 111lne was running with me. I gs off at tbe ucond floor wllile he went cu u:p to the top. I sat, with my feet tbroash the floor w11iting for him to return. I fell into :t do11e, an4 the 6.rst thinr I knew I was lying home in bed "'ith two physician!! by my bedside. After I rot well they tot me th.at the elevator had come down on my leis and nearly cut th.em off. If it had not been for my friend's presence of mind I would not have had leg! now. / The Two Bears. (By Chu. Clark, N'ew York.) I 11.m about to tell you of an 11dvcnture I had wit h two good.sized gtfazly bears, in the Adirop.dack Mountains. We had two gttides, Running Ilenr and Wai Cloud . We were walking through some woods one day when our party became separated, I being left alone with one of our guides, War Cloud. Wai' Cloud and I had just our lunch when he sud denly turned and saw two !lrizzly bears creeping up on us. We fired our guns and woundect both bears, when they ch111ged us b efore we cottld Nload, 1rnd compelled us to uee our knives. We u sed our knives to 1uch rood advantage thttt WC killed one bear. The guide, after killing bis enemy came to help me, but he fell 11.nd etruck hie head o a rock. killing himself. Aft.er I had 1'eea ftgh\ing my anta,onist fot about fifteen minutes I tl!.0ught my frme to die llad ceme, for I wu aotrt pletely exhausted, 'llhe11, all of a st1dien, there came the sharp cracks of half-a-dozen rifles, nnd the bear dropped dead. I looked to see who he.d fired the shots, A.nd saw the rest of onr party oomig toward me. When everything was right again :we buried the dead guide, and started for the camp, carrying wHh us the two bears. When. we our camp I fainted from loss of blood. Mv comrades got a docter, who fixed me up ii.ne. .. A week later I tcok a tr:iin for New York, hoping never to go through such an ordeal again. A Storm on the Potomac. (B7 Leroy Freeman, Washington, D. C.) Several men, my father itnd I went up -the Potomac River etne Sunday for a tlay'1 fishing. We hired a rowboRt at the boathouse, and rowed out in the channel so as to catch some channel catfish. The current was very strqng there, and .our two anchors were hardly sufficient to keep our boat from drifting. down stream. Suddenly the river became choppy and the i1i:.y began to darken. My father lmggel!ted to u1 to row in 11ear the shore, so if the wind or waves rot too hi:h we oould .easily reach the boathouse in safctv. We had hardly pttlicd in eur lines and anchors when the wind howlci and shrieked about, for the el!orm h.ad bur11t ttpon. ua with terrible fury. The ltght boat her.can to toae up ani iown, now high, now low. I often afterward wondered ho'!'' we Neaped from that terrible 1iorm. Oara 'l!'ere of little v1e in that 1.tc. We 11erc a little 'below lhe -tkeuae so we to make our way up the river, facing the while the stung Hite a yellow jaeke. The rain an4 hail formed a 110 we could aet l!ee very far ahca4. All of a 1uddcn one of the mea who wae with us shouted above the din of the wind uad waTe.1: "My God Frank 1 (m;r father'11 J1.ame) pull your port oal.' for all yO'U worth. There' rocks in our cour1e." Thron1h the 111i1t a number of rcckii leomed in our course, I raTe myself up u 101t, and wall tbhaldna about my to hang on to the rocks until !ielp we11ld co111e. Bnt, thank Gc,d 1 I had n? opi>ort-iiity to trry W1th a michty c:ffort, my father briuipr all his strength tnto play, forced the boat s1owly ltut surely away from the rocks. Soon the other man 11hippcd the other pair of e1ara. When the storm broke my fatller told him. to take one of his 011re and steer, so we gradu1\lly drew nearer aai acaret to our desWin11.tion, the boathouse. After battllni with the elementa for aboui ten minutes we sll.fely reached bo1tthottse. If eTer I fcli clai to reach a boathouse1 I wu at that minute. We thanked enr Deliverer from our nearte ia 1ilenco. A man who owned our rowboat 11aid tnat he \bought we were gene 11urc, and that he was ceinr te lauach a 1'oat t"o pick u up. a Car Off. (By Urban S. :Soy1e.) When I W!lS seven y.ears old my home w111 situAted near tll,e Erie Railroad, an<1 the depot wa1 net mere than :ftfty rods away. From the first time I there wit h my father t had always pos11e!!ed a de11irc tio !il!ten to the cliekili:' of the telegraph instruwient, thinking sometimes I cottli read the mes. sngcs it clicked off. One eyening in the early autumn myfttther consented to let me to the depot with my f.riend, Rogers. He 'Yas sent for an expr.ess/ackagc th11t was co111111g on the evening train, anc1 as :we ha a long time to wait, !lfter licteaing to the telegraph ietruments, ofl' we went to play c,in the box cars that were on the siding, 11.nd the old eayin1, '1Boye will be boys wherever they may be," "tl'as the truth here, for in a few msments we were on top of the cai:, runi: aad jumping 11bout. Presently Donald got down, picked up an iron rod that lay nea1.1 the car, told me to let ot' tlie brakes, and 1.efore I knew what he was doinr the car commenced to moTe. I Wll.!! on top. Imagine the thou:hts iB.A.t whirled la my brain. I triei to epcak, but :my terue seemed to eleave to the roof of my mouth. What, to do? I ran from one end to the other, going through all kinds of motions. 1\t last I concluded to jump, and jump I did. It rntfler scared Don!!ld, but I w111 not hurt. Thinking the fttn over, he tried to i!top the car, 1'ut, altte too late. He then jumped also. We ran and cruded into tlte sewer that eollveyed the water frem the depot eprin1. Tne ear was al the "spur," which 11eparatel'I Use from. the roam line. It would won run off. Then we noticed the water v.as co l d and the sewer small. We were in a.tight place all around. Crask 1 The car had run off. My heart was i my mouth. The peo plc ClllllC eut and 11fier 1ecing the cause went lmck. I was soon home; u fer Donald, whetller he got the pack age I do not know. . For weekl! I w111 kept hidden, a11d every stranger I saw I was told was a detective after me. I am fast becoming an operator, but have never tried to run any.more cars off the track.

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28 lfHE BU ff ALO BILL STORIE5. J\ Treacheroos Saddle. (By Ralph Rausch, Ind.) My urtcle owned a three-yearold colt. She was a very fast and frisky horse, and took a good deal t o hold her back. . One Sunday afternoon not ha-dng anything to do I asked 111y uncle if I might take a ride. He said I could, so I got her ottt and sta1ted toward the depot. Just as I started to trn back another boy 'came galloping around the corner to ride along with me, but he fright-ened my horse. Then began a lively 1 ace, but my mare left him far behind. We were going afiying when all at once I felt the saddle slipping, and the nex t thing I knew I was on the ground. My foot remained int. h e st.irrup long enoug]l to get my face and hea d bruis ed. Some frie11d s took me in their house and bathed my face, while the mare was racing down the street with the saddle flopping under her and was found jn the stable. I had a scar on my face for a good while, and was laughed :tt a lot. H a d my fo o t caught in the stirn1p I would have fared wors e. Over a Cliff. (By William Harrington, Mass. ) One summer a friend and myself thought we would like to go hunting, so we started fo r the mountai11s which an old huntsman told us of. 'rhe day w e arrive d we took in the eastern part of the mountain. The next day we decided to g o no1th. When w e had tra'i1eled a short di stance we found w e had to cross a deep gorg e about seven feet wide, and about one hundred feet deep and fille d wi t h roc k s My friend got across all ri ght, but I noticed that the board on which we had to cross it was rather shaky. When I was almost o ver the boar d split and I fell, but just ; \RS I did I caught a root, and it held me. I v rns so fatigued and shaken up that I as just going to fall to death when my friend caught my hand and pulle d me up. When I came to I found a doctor at my head, and I am mighty glad it was not an undertaker. with a Fast Train. (By Arthur Jones, Kansas.) Southeast of my grandfather's house and across a large pasture lies the track of the main line of the Rock Island Railroad, a4d its trestle crossing about thirty feet high. I had just been pre ente d with a new shotgun and was very pt'oud of it. I h a d been gon e all d a y and shot at every am.an animal I !)aw, but not b eing u sed to a gun, I bad not touched a thing-only dirt. 'l'im e p a s sed quickly, and I was not a bit discouraged, but having made up my mind to. go home I w alked down the track. I soon came to the trestle, and started acros s carrying m y gun at full cock. I was almost across when I hear d a whistle and turning around beheld the swiftly approaching passenger train. I could not let myself down as the ties were too clo s e together-to have dropped would have been death. Thes e calculations took but a moment. I must run for the end. . forward, I ran with might and main, it b eing down grade. The train approached with fearful rapidity, the 1oar deafened me, and I waa wild with fright'. I wae almost to the end now, and the train close behind. Dropping the gtln, I jumped for the stone abt1tment. The gun went off with a bang, but I coulcl hardly bear it. The train was withiu five feet of me. I could not atop myself, but went rollin? off the abutment and down the hill. I never .knew how close the shot came to me. ANOTHER PRIZE CONTEST! E TH ILLIN VE.TU ES SPALDiNC CATCHERS' MITTS, BNFIEt.Df!RS' CLOVES, BASE=ALL BATS AND LONC DISTANCE MECAPMONES ARE THE P.RIZES TH. IS TUMt. HERE Is y a E PLAN You know what.exciting stories of bairbreath escapes and thrilling experi. ences you have been readin'g in the BUFFALO BILL WSEKLY lately. You want to read more like them, don't. you? Well, send in. You have a splendid chance for the splendid prizes we offer in'this contest. You have all had some nanow escape. Some dangerous adventure in your lives. Write it up just as it happened. We offer a handsome prize fo" r the mos. t and best written anecdote sent us by any reader of BUFFA_LO BILL WEEKLY. Incident, of course, must relate to something the.t happened to the writer himself, and it mttst also be str1ctl;f' true. It makes no difference how short the articles are, but no contribution mumt be loriger than 500 words. 1 THIS CONTEST WILL CLOSE 'MAY I send in ane;dot. es, boys. We are going to publislt all of the best ones during the progress of the contest. ===HERE ARE THE THE THREE BOYS WliO SEND U.S THE BEST ANECDOTES will each receive a first class Spalding Catcher $ Mitt. Made throughout of a specially tanned and selected buckskin, strong and durable, soft and pliable and extra well padded. Has patent lace back . . nm THREE BOYS WHO SEND THE NEXT BEST ANECDOTES will each receive a Spalding Infielder's Giove. Made throui;hout of selected velvet tann e d buckskin, lined and correctly padd .ed with finest felt. Highest quality ot workman s hip throughout. THE TEN BOYS WHO .SEND THE NEXT BEST ANECDOTES will each recoive an Al League Baseball Bat. M a de ef the very b est selected second grewth white ash timber, grown on high land. No swamp ash i s used in making these pat s Abs o lutely the bat naacle. THE TEN BOYS WHO SEND US THE NEXT BEST ANECDOTES will each receive a Spalding 12-inch Long Distance" Megaphone. Made of fireboard, capable of carrying the of a human voice one mile, and in some instances, two More fun than a barrel of Coupon Buffalo Bill Weekly Anecdote Contest PRIZE CONTEST NO. S. Date .......................... Name ................................... . City or T(/WD ............ , ................. State ........ ; .............................. Title of Anecdote ........................... TO BECOME A CONTE5TANT r'OR Tl1ESE PRIZES cut out the Anecdote Contest Coupon. printed herewith fill it out properly and send it to BUFFALO BILL WEEKLY, care of Street & Smith WU!i3m St., New York C i t y : witl) your a nec d o te. 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BOYHOODS OF F f;.MOUS MEN. This department contains e4'1.ch week the story of the early career of some celebrated American. watch for these stories and read them, boys. They are of the most fascinating interest. Those already published are: No. l-Buffalo Bill; No. 2-..:.Kit Carson; No. 3-Texas Jack.;No. 4-Col. Daniel Boone; Nos. 5 and 6-David Crockett; No. 7-General Sam Houston; 8 and 9-I...ewis Wetzel; Nos. JO and l1-Capt. fohn Smith; No. J2-Wi1d Bill; No. 13-Dr. Ft>ank Powell, the Surgeon Scout; No. H-Buck.skin Sam; No. fS-Seneca Adams ("Old Grizzly" Adams); No. 16-Pony Bob (Bob '.Haslam); No. t7-Major John M. Burke (Arizona Jack ) ; No. t8-Kit Carson, Jr.; No. Em...-nett (Dashing Charlie ) ; No. 2-0-Alf Slade; No. 2J-Ariz0na Charlie (Charlie lVTeadows); No. 22-Yellow Hair, the White Boy Chief (William Bti r ge s s); No. 23-Broncho B.Hly ( William Pow ell ) ; No. 24-Squaw-Man Jack (John Nelson),; No. 25-IVlajor L amar Fontaine (the Sharpshooter King) (&ING OF TlJC'E CO'VV'BOYS.) Buck Taylor was. born on a 'fexas ranch, and from his earliest boyhood could ride a bucking broncho, shoot a l'ifle and revolver, throw a lat'iat and follow a trail. His greatest d eliglit was to ride n. 'l'exas steer, and though he got many ::;. bad fall, he never was seriously hurt. As he grew in years, he became a powerful fellow, and few men could handle him when he was but fifteen years of age. He was utterly fearless, would back down at no danger, and in the Indian wars had shown himself a d andy in a fight and on the trail. Once when but fifteen he was sent to the nearest town, four day.s' ride away, to get some money to buy He got the money late i i i the afternoon, hid it away, and started home, stopping a score of miles away for the night at a ranch. He was told he could hav e shelter, but he did not like. the man or his surroundings. At night he put his money under his pillow, bolted t .he door and went to bed, his revolver in his hand. He felt anxious, as a rough-1ooking man he h a d seen in town that aay also came to the ranch and asked to stay all night, while he seemed to know the landlord. Worn out, though he tried hard to keep awake, he dt'opped off to sleep, after bolting 't)1e door. He had slept several hours when he was awakened by deep breathing, and after listening became convinced that it was some one in the next room to him. He had almost dropped off to sleep flgain when he was startled by something touching him, and instantly !J.e cried out: "Who is there?" There was a sudden blow on the pillow near him, and then a grip at his throat; but just then his pistol flashed, and with a lotid cry, the midnight iotn1der started back, aud fell heavily upon the floor. The shot alarmed the house, and theie came a banging on the door, which Buck hastily opened, and dashed the land-lorc1, light in hand. 1 Upon the floor lay the form of the intended assassin, and hi! hancl still grasped a knife, the blade of which was driven an inch deep in the floor. A trap door in the celling wns 01)en1 and a rope ladder was hartging from lt into the room, showing the way in which the man had entered. As the landlord tutned the body over Bttck thnt his bullet hacl entered the assas sin's brain. But he also saw that it was the man he had seen the. day be foie, ::1nd be felt le s s compunction for his act, for he knew he had followed him to rob and kill him. "Boy, you have killed one of my guests who m1fot'tunately walks in bis sleep, and had entered your room with harmless intentions, for he wou1dn't' httrt a d.ove,'1 said the landlorcl, sa v agely. "No, he wouldn't now, I ::tdmit-,n replied Bl1c k ."Nooe of your smnrtnes s boy, for I won't have it", and in this room I will lock you 'lvith poor Dave until the const::1ble comes for you to-monow, and I'm thin]fing you'll swing for it." Buck tried to impress upon the landlord, l'lB did, several others, that the man had entered hia room knife in hand, in the d:uk, and the boy also told o'f his following' him; but the landlord would not list en, an
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30 THE BUFF l\LO BILL STORIES .. It was a bolt shot into an iron socket, which was fastened on by heavy screwe. But in his pocket :Suck had a penknife that wuld just, suit for the wol'k of removing the screws, he thought. By hard work one screw was removed at last, the iron socket was drawn aside, and Buck was free from his prison. 'l'hc room in which he had been confined was on the third. floor, and he. cautiously descended to the lower floor, and. thr&ugh a crack in the fioor saw that he. was opposite the barroom. A fire fiickcred on the hearth, a dc.g lay lazily before it, and all was quiet within. Buck would hav e gone out through another door, which he knew opened out iato the yard; but through a crack in the panel he caught siglat of his rifle pistol and Sli\ddlebags lying on tlte landlord's desk, and he was determined to s'ecure these if he had to fight the dog. Opening the door, he entered softly, and at once the dog woke from his nap, and s eeing a stranger growled. 'flris would not do, for the landlord must be sleepin' near, and :Buck tried to coax the brute, but found his persuasive powers utterly useless, so with a spring he was upon tlie animal, his hp.nd on his.throat. It was evident that the dog had believed that a growl of dissatiifaction was to make known to the boy t1rnt he could aot leave the hotel without paying his bills, and he was take wholly by surprise in discovering that the.biter was bitten. And badly bitten, too, for Buck was a powerful youth, and his had been like a clasp of iron, and his kl).ife had been so 11.uickly thrust into the side of the dog that the brnte was dead ia an instant of time. The only noise made had be e n a scrat.a'hing upon the floor and a yelp. Rael the landlord been aroused and appeared: then in the doerway Buck had it in his hcar"t to kill him, for he felt certain that he had been tile accomplice of the dead m.:.n, and his blood was up. But the sou11ds had J1ot disturbed anyone, and leaving the dog oa the sanded :tioor, he seized his own property uninolested, an4 unlocked the he.a vy door and went forth into the darkness. Getti11r hill bearinp he found the table, aad wa11 disappointed at indini: it locked, but his b!'okon knife came into play apin, sore screws were remevei, aai the doo1 opened. was totally unacquainted witll geography of the stable, and in which stall his horse was. There were over a scare there, and he dared not call out ad have Roan amiwer him, fer fear of rousing the stable b .ov, whom he heard mov-ing ill the left above. He had to ifod his horse by the sense of touch, for it was \lluk &11 ink, all around him. Entcrinc the stalls of strange horses withottt 4arin,; to brcatlae a word to them to quiet their fears, Buck knew was no pleuaut 111ork, but he dared not hesitate, and began at the stall nearest hi11;1. H111 tCh frirMened the llorsc, 1.ut, pattin: him, ran his kan4 ever him till he felt he had none of Roan's fine ani the went to the :a.ext stall. . fo that WU a taule, and one touch WU !!tt11kient for the boy to that it WM ettdden deatlt to fool away any time in the immd.iate locality of tlt11.t animat, and he qttickly made 11. fia!'J,k movement to Btall number three, where he fonnd, by feelir:, a pony. Next came a very large hone, and he passed on to the fl.fth stall, awd i:;ave a lfJw chuckle, as he felt sure he had fsttnd Roan. The saddle and bridle hnng on a on one of the i'ltall posts, and these were quickly, though noiselessly, put upon the h.orse, the Bitck was outside Lhe stable, his rifle at his back, his belt of arms strapped around him, and mounting, he slowly rode out ef the tavern yard th0ugh ex pecting a call or a shot each me>mcnt. But no one seemed to be aroused by the silent departure, and the only sound that reached the boy's cars from within was the clock striking two. "Four hours to daybreak, and then I guess they'll chaee m e hot," he muttered, as he set off at an easy Knowing the powers and endurance of Roan, Buck felt little anxiety that he would be overtaken, yet he understood woodcraft well to cover up his trail when morning came, and seek some luding-place. So he kept on his way, slackening up now and then for a short rest, for his hot'se, and at last day beian to daw!I, nnd then to Buck's horror, he saw that he was not mounted on Roan. It was with the utmost eagerness that Buck waited for rood daylight to examine his new horse. "It is not Roan, and they wlll pursue me as a hor!!e thit-f a s well as a murderer, and I guess I'll be hanged, for they are hard on horse stcalers in these parts. "But I didn't mean to steal him, and if I .take him back they'll string me ttp for killing that man. "Guess the fe111ow who owns h im ought to be more pleaeed with .Roan, but I don't know about that, for this is the best horse, for certain, and his four hours' gallop hasn't made him the least tired. "Hookey but isn't he a beauty? "I love old Roan, but I wottldn 'tgive this horse for two of him. "Come-let me see-I'll have to caU you-Mistake-no, I like Stranger best; come, Stranger, if we don't pt1sh ahead we wont get a bit better acquainted, and you'll be sorry, for I a s awful good to Roan." The inteligent and reallv splendid animal seemed to understand the words of his rider, and set off .in rt lonr, winging lope that readily. placed twelve miles behind him to the h.,our. P11shing on until about, eight o'clock, Buck came to a river, which was by a ferryboat, attached to a rope that ex tended from one bank: to the o ther. There was a rope to each end of the boat, to aaswer in the place of a ferryman, so that anyone arriving on the bank and finding the flat on the other side, could i1ull it acros:i1 tl'I hitn. Buck di11covered this aecrct, and 1oon. hnd the bo11t across; for it was on the other side, and he led hi!! horse on board. Pushinir on hi!J way after turning the boat Adrin to prevent pursuit, Buck left thf' trail, covering up his tracks a s best he ceuld, atnd l!ltruck. off for home to find it a s best h e c o uld. It was the next day before he arrl.vc
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1"HE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 81 breaking out of the Spanlsh war, under the then, LieutenantColonel Rooseelt, now President of this great land, started for the front. Going to Cuba with the Rough Riders, Buck Taylor greatly distinguished himself, and last year, while on a visit to ington, the spendid-looking fellow, six feet four inches in height, died there suddenly while _on a trip 011t to the resort on the River k _nown as "Cabin John's Bridge." My Adventure with a Negro. (By Sam Bakritzky, Ga.) one Saturday night as I was walking along Decatur street I saw a big negro stealing up to where some shoes were hang-ing and snatching up a pair he started to run. In an instant the street was iti an uproar. Everybody was chasing him-I foremost. All at once the neiro.ra into a d ark alley where he jumped over a fence I 'was running s o fast that I either had to jump over the fence or i:un into it. So I jumped, but no sooner did I jump than I felt myself seized by a pair of strong hands while a voice his15ed in my ear: "Now l'se gwine ter kill yer." I understood at once that the negro had me. Just then he snatched out a razor from his pocket and raisin g his hand he was going to strike me, when I managed to yell out for help. He griJ?pec1 me by my neck. But Just then a fat policeman managed to hear my voice and climbing over the fence he rtt1,;hed toward the negro. The negro turned around to see who it was1 and seeing the policeman he let go of me, and just as I tell in front of him he started to run, but stumbling over me he fell .and the police man, running up, gave him a crack on the head, which settled him. He was marched to the station house and everybody thought me a hero. Bttt let me teU you, kind reader, that I would rather not bea hero than go through such an adventure again. LETTERS FROM PRIZE WINNERS Here's a letter from a b.oy who knows what excitement m eans. He won a prize in the last contest. He shows the of stuff that he's made of by his decision to enter the present contest. Messrs. Street & Smith-QuEHOMo, Kan. Gentlemen: I received the prize all O . K., and am pleased with it. I find your publications very interesting. I am going to sttbmit the story of an experience I had on a visit at' my grandfather's at Everest, Kansas. Yours, March r, 1902. ARTHUR JONES. '. Glad you like your prize, .A.rt. You are good work. You will find Arthur's story among those printed in tl:ie present contest. It's a good one. Another letter from one of the fit-st prize boys. Read it. Messrs. Street & Sn1ithScR.i.NTON, Pa. Gentlemen: I recei ved the sweater you sent as first prize ill the recent contest and thank you very much for same. I have been unable to acknowledge it on account of qeing ill with appendicitis. Yours respectfttlly, March 9, 1901. C. W. GA.RIHAN. We are sorry to hear that you were ill. Hope you will .have good health to wear your sweater outdoors after this. BASEBALL'S THE THING! GET INTO. THE GAME, BOYS! Don't Reading R L L'S Latest and Best Story which commences in Boys of America No. 3 t, out April 17th, next, entitled The of the Diamond: OR. THE ALL-STARS' BASEB'ALL"TOUR. A Rattling Tale of the AllStar Athletic Club's Adventures On and Off the Diamond. Few tales have met with the enthusiastic approval that grteted Frank Merrlwell's great story, "The All-Star Athletic Club; or, The Boys Who Couldn't Be DOwned," tha t appeared recently in BO YS OF AMERICA. "Tell us more of the All-Stars" was tile cry of thousands of readers as crack-a-jack story drew to its close. This, Frank Merriwell has done in his new baseball story, ''The Record-Breakers of the Diamond.'' The All-Stars' aciting baseball games, thiir varied adventures, the suspected treachery of one of their members, etc.1 etc., go to make this tale the banner story of the year. Will you miss it? Be sure to get No. 31, BOYS OP AMERICA, l:ontaini11g the opening installment of this rattling baseball story, written exclusively for BOYS OF AMER.JCA by Frank 11-lerriwell, the Celebrated Yale Athlete. This number will be on sale at all newsdealers on and afl:er Thursday, April l7th, next.

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. i BlJFF l\LO BILL STORIES D I SIZ:&.) I : Containing the. Only Stories Authorized by Hon. WILLIAM F. C .ODY ("Buffalo. BiU"). 19-Buffalo Bill's Death Grapple; or, Shadowed by Sure 20-Buffale Bill in 'the Nick of Time; or, The Lost Troopers. 21-:Buffal. o Bill in the Valley of Doom; or, Crossing the.Dead Line. 2 2-Buffalo Bill's Race for Life; or, The Attack on the \vagon Train. 23-Buffalo Bill on the Trail of the Renegades; or, The Masked Marauders. 24-Buffalo Bill's Lone Hand; or, fighting Bandits and Redskins. 25-Buffalo Bill's or, Malo, the Mexican'.s Death Deal. 26-Buffalo Bill and the Prairie Whirlwind ; or, The Three I\ vengers. 27-Buffalo Bill Entrapped; or, The Phantom of the Storm. 28-Buffalo Bill in the Den of the Ranger Chief; or, One Chance in a Thousand. 29-Buffalo Bill's Tussle with Iron l\rm, the Renegade; or, Red Snake, the Pawnee Pmd. 30-Buffalo Bill on the Roost Trail; or, The Redskin Heiress. 31-Buffalo Bill's Peril; or, Going It /\lone in Dead Man's Gulch.' 32-Buffale Bill in Massacre Vallev; or, The for the Missing Ranger. 3'.3-Buffalo Bill" in the Hidden Retreat; or, The Captives of Old Bear Claws. 34-Buffalo Bill's Disappearance; or, The Stranger Guide of the Rio Grande. 35-Buffalo sms MissJon ; or The 1Haunt of the Lone .Medicine 36-Buffalo Bill and the Woman in Black; or, In League w.ith the Toll-Takers. 37-Buffalo Bill ancJ the Haunted Ranch; or, The Disappearance of the Ranchman's Daughter. 38-Buffalo Bill and the Danite Kmdnapers; or, The Greef1 River Massacre. 39-Buffaio Bill's Duel; or, Among the Mexican Miners. 40-Buffalo Bill and the Prairie Wolves; or, Hunting the Bandits of Boneyard Gulch. 41-Buffalo Bill at Painted Rock; After the Human Buzzards. 42-Buffalo Bill and the Boy Trailer; or," After Kidnappers in Kansas. Bi11 In Zigza1r Canyon; or, Fighting Red Hugh's Band. 44-!Buffalo BiWs Red J\liies; or:, liand to Hand with the Devil Gang .. 45-Buffalo Bill in the B a d Lands; or, Trailin" the Veiled Squaw. ; 46-Buffalo Bill's Trail of the .Ghost Dancers; or, The Sioux Ci1ief's Secret. Ba.ck numbers always on hand. If you cannot fet them from your newsdealer, five cents a copy will bring them to you, by mail, postpaid. I / STREET & Sll'l.ITJI, Publishers, 238 WILLIA1"'.I ST., NEW YORK CITY.

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The World-Renowned_\ Buffalo Bill (HON. WM. F. CODY) One of his latest photos by Sta cy ( Buffalo Bill Stories is the only publication ) auth orized by HoN. F. Cooy WE were the publishers of the first story ever writ ten of the famous and world rer:10wned Buffalo Bill, the great hero whose life has been one succession of exciting and thril ling incidents combined with great successes and accomplish ments, all of which will be told in a series of grand stories which we are now placing before the American Boys. The popularity they have already obtained shows what the boys want, and is very gratifying to the publishers. STREET & SMITH PUBLISHERS NEW YORK I f I J I


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