Buffalo Bill's trail of the man tigers, or, The doom of the branded hand


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Buffalo Bill's trail of the man tigers, or, The doom of the branded hand

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issue d Weekly. By Subscription $2SO per year. Entered as Second Class Matter at New York P os t Office by STREET & SMITH, 238 William St. N. Y No. 51. .. Price, Five Cents. I IN A FLASH THE NOOSE WAS OVER THE UPRAISED HAND, AND THE MAN-TIGER WAS DRAGGED ARD TO THE FLOOR WITH TERRIBLE FORCE.

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I n n mo l1rs [> A WEEKL Y PUBLIC ATiON DEVOTED T O 6 0 .RDER HI 5TORY /Jmetl W eeltly. By S ubscription l a .s o per year. Entered a s Sec ond Cla ss Matter a t t k N. Y. Pvs t Offi c e b y STR EET &: 238 fVdliam S I., N. Y. Entere d ltc cor dinr to A c t of Cortgre ss i n tf.e y e a r 11;02, i n tl: e Offic e of t/Je L ibrarian of Con!J'ress, f f'ashi11g t o n D C. No. 5 J NEW Y O RK May 3 1 902. P rice Five C e nts. Buffal o Bill's Trail of the Man Tigers; OR, T H E D OOM O F THE BRANDED Hjl\ND. By t he auth or o f B UFF AL O BILL. CHAPTER I. TIIE ';\l.\1\-TIG ER II\ THI:: T OI L S "That man is a terror, or \\'i shes stra nger s t o t h in k h e i s " I g-uess you mus t be a st r a nger at T ra i ls Cross not to know the :-fan-Tiger. ' I am so mething o f a stranger here; b ut \\ho is t h e man you call t h e :Man-T iger?" "If yo u a s k e d Tiger t h a t yo u d soon find o u t, for h e"d feel in s ult ed as everyb o d y in th e se parts -nows T o m the Tiger." "As I d o n o t kno w him plea s e tell me?'' I ll do i t. and don' t y ou nm on sure d eath b y buckin' agin him in any game. "Is h e so dangerous then?" "It is j ist tha t and m o 1 :e. "He 1 s a m an-tiger, indeed, when he's a roused; he s a t error fro ,;1l, way back the ':ors t man in thes e p arls; whe n o n t h e warpa t h but pe ac e a b le as a lamb whe n n o t clrin ki n firewater as he i s n ow." ''\Vhai docs the Tiger d o \ \ he n h e i s not k illing p eople?" ...; Fic ru n s a ranch o\e r t(J\ \ ard the Rio Grande ." "What's his full name, i f he is not afrai
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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. ;:irmed and had the look of a desijerado of the worst type. The Man-Tiger was speaking, and what l)e said was interesting, at least. "Pards,'' he shouted out, as he stood before the long bar of TraiJ s Cross' popular saloon. ''_'\ny man that wants ter pick up a clean five thou sand dollars can do it, if he's got the nerve ter try for it by tackling. me, Tom, the Man-Tiger, Terror of !Texas, for that is the sum set on my head. ''I'm outlawed, and one the hangman is lookin' fer. so who wants it?" 'That's .the way he allus shouts when he i s drinkin', stranger pard." "Docs no one attempt to get the pnce on his I head?" "1 hey hai11't such fools about here now. pard. "I think-I'll make a try for it, for I am sure I know the fellow." "Parcl, clo you \Yant to commit suicide?" and the man who had volunteered the information about the Man-Tiger looked pityi11g l y upon the stranger, who saicf: "It' is but man to man." ''No, it isnt, for Tiger's more than a giant in strength, qtlick as a broncho, a dead shot and :he worst hand with the knife in these parts. "Don't throw your life away, pard, for I likes you, even i[ I don't know you. Everybody, e ven Monte Jose. is afraid of Tiger, for he has a big death list." "Who i s Monte Jose?" .'\ gambler, square as they make them, afraid of nothing. and a ctancly from wayback." ''\ Vhy should one man fear another?" "Don't know. stranger but they do. "The Tiger is telling again that there is a price on his head. and fl! know more about it," a-ncl the handsome stranger arose to his feet and seemed to be the distance between the desperado and himself. "Anybody wants ther price of my head kin git itif h es got ther narve !'' shouted the d(!speraclo, and his eyes fell upon the stranger, but only an instant, and then rO\ed about the large saloon as though looking for s9me one who wanted to earn the money. The desperado held a revo!Yer in hand. ready to kill any man who made a motion to draw a weapon. The man who had been talking to the stranger saw him suddenly turn his back to Tiger, take from a hook on his belt a lariat, and, quick as a a turn of it about hi s head, fairly shoot the coil from hi s hand. In a flash the noose was .e>ver the upraised hand of the outlaw, drawn taut and the Man-Tiger ,,,,-as dragged forward and do\vnward to the floor with t errible force. With a bound like that of a panther upon its prey, the stranger was upon t,11e fallen desperado, a quicl:< twist of his lariat had secured the ruffian, a n d a slash of his knife cut the belt of arms, leaving Tiger wholly at his mercy. And all this was done in such a short space of time that e\'en the victim of the stranger's wonderful skill in lasso-thro"ing could hardly realize what had happened. A moment of silence fell upon all; then. as the crowd realized what had happened, one shouted: "The Tiger's cla\YS are clipped at last!'' There followed a burst of wild applause, and a cro\Yd closed in around the stranger. The latter was in no way excited by his achievement, but with his foot holding the desperado down, and his lasso securing hi s arms, he stood gazing at him. with a smile upon his fine face, that wore an expression of amusement rather than triumph. At last order was called for among the excite crow.cl. and a ,oice asked: "Say, stranger pard. hat might your name be?' ''My name is Bt1ffalo Bill,"' was the stranger's modest reply. "Buffalo Bill! The border king!"' "\Ve has heerd o' yer, parcl !" criect one of the crowd. and a cheer followed the words: "The border king who clipped the Tiger' s claws!"' Then came a growl from the giant desperado, as he lay upon the floor. "Did yer say yer name weie Buffalo Bill?'' he gasped. ''Yes." "Th er border king?" "That is a name my comrades give me." ;,I knows yer." .;And I kne>w you. The man's face still more, as )H! h e ard the response. But he gave a light laugh, and said: .. \t\i aal. I allows I is floored, and yo\1 is th er kin g bee o' ther lii\ c Buffalo Bill. . , t:

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BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 3 "Jist undo yer lariat and let me up, and I'll stand drinks for ther crowd, for I ought ter, bein' as I has been roped in so clever "I shall not loo sen my lasso until I have these on you, for, as I said, I knovv you," and, quickly draw ing a pair of steel manacles from his pocket, Buffalo Bill slipped them, with a sudden snap, upon the wrists of the desperado, securing his hands thus be hind hi s back. Then he unloo sened his las so, coiled it and hung it upon the hook in his belt. "Say, pard, t his hain t a squar deal, for I has owned up I was beat, and we stands for fair play here," Tiger urged. "You have had more fair play than you deserve, and, as you have said, there is a reward on your head, dead or alive, I want it!" "I we r e jokin', fer yer dont think I'd be fool enough ter say sich a thing ef it were true." "It will be a sad joke for yo u, Tiger." ''See here, pards, you hain't ther men ter see a strange; c hip in and use me like this, when I say I has got enough, and i s will in g to stand drinks and cigars all round?" This appeal struck forcib!y a few for a drink and a cigar free wa s all that some of the gang were the1' e for: so one looker-on, known as Deadly Dick, sa id: r .See here, stranger, when a man's d0\n1 we hain t ther ones ter s ee him kicked, so l et up on him ef yer know:; when yer is in good health Hain't I talk i n', pards ?'' Fully a score of men as serted that Deadly Dick \Yas talking, and they gathered the closer about the border king and his prisoner. They saw a chance to make a little something out of Tiger for re scuing him, and it was worth ho\Y far, at lea s t they cou l d play a bluff game upon the He \\'as too dangerous from liis appe
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4 l'HE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "There i s a price on your head, and I shall get ityou are too dangerous ma n to kt at large. "You is talkin' nonsens e, Buffalo Bill." '"Am I, Tom Tresco, deserter from the United States Army?" was the quiet response. All saw the livid hue that swept over the face of the Tiger, and heard a sound like a moan come from between his shut teeth. "You lie! I am not Tom Tres co. I wa s never in tl:ie army." "Indeed! Theniwhat d o e s that India ink mark on your wrist mean-'T. T., U. S A .?" "I saw it when you held your revolver over your head, and kn e w you were the man I wanted." I say it i s a lie! A pard o 'l:nine put his name on my wri s t as I put my name o n hi s His n a me w as Tom Tres co and he wa s in the army ; but he is dea
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.t'HE BUFFALO BlLL STORIES 5 D'eaaly Dlck;s my man, Monte Jose." "And I shall ask the border king to serve me." "Pardon me, but this quarrel cannot be taken out of my hands, sir, though I thank you for your kindness in coming to my aid. "My prisoner there is a fugitive from justice, and, if that man considers him worth fight ing for, he must meet me-no one else," and Buffalo Bill smiled. "Does yer mean you is ter meet me, stranger?" askecl Dan, with a show of relief, for he knew what Monte Jose was with a and he did not know how well the border king could shoot. "I ha\ e no desire to meet you, or any one else. "This man is my prisoner; and I intend to take him with me, and, as that gentleman was so kind a s to come to my aid, I do not intend he shall risk his life to help me while I look idly on, so, if you wish to settle whether I lose or hold my man by a duel, all right." A chorus of voices shouted at this arrangement, and Monte Jose said: "You have the call, pa rd, so I throw up my band; but I'll see that you have a square deal and no marked cards run in on you. "How shall it be?" "Let that man decide to suit himself, and I am sat isfied was Buffalo Bill s cool response. ""T ell, I've some experience in these little affairs. You being the challenged party, I shall decide how the game is to be played. "Is that square, pards ?" and :Monte Jose appealed to the crowd. A chorus of yells assured him, and Dan and his followers needed no more than this to see that they \Yere greatly in the minority. Up to this moment, Tiger had been a seemingly interested looker-on, but now he spoke up and to the point: uGents, all!" An instant silence followed this :ippeal, for every man present congratulated himself upon having been called a "gent," whateYer that might mean. "It strikes me that this leetle matter c'tt'd be settled atween ther young feller thet calls himself ther border kjng, ?n
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6 THE BUFF J\LO 8 \LL STORIES. "Don't shut off Tiger's view, please," called out Buffalo Bill as he noticed that the followers of D a n were crowding aroun d the bench on wh i ch he had t ied the prison e r. Many lau g hed at thi s, for they s aw that the borde r king's de sire to give Tiger a chance to witness the duel was t hat he should not be cut loose by his fr i ends and s k i p So the bench was p ulled up in front of the crowd, while Buffalo Bill said, pleasantly: "It would be a shame to have the n'lan most interested shut o u t fro m the fun The offhand manner o f the border king somewhat dampened the spir its o f D a n who would h ave liked to h ave h i m show less i ndifference to danger. "Back t o b a ck g e ntlemen," ordered Monte Jose, and the border king t ook p o sition promp tly. Dan the n stepped up and stood with h i s back to him. "You know the terms, and you are not to draw un til the word halt! "The man who plays false, I trump with my bullet in his heart. "Are you ready ?" Both responded in the affirmative, and then, amid the stillness of death that followed, came the command of Monte Jose, the gambler: "March!" They stepped off promptly together, no one knowing except Monte Jose how many steps were to be co unted. When each man h ad counted seven, loud rang out the command: "Halt! Dan was noted a s a lightning-hand in drawing and firing and therein lay his hope; but his weapon had just left his belt w h en the crack of the border king' s revolver was heard, and his bullet shattered the hand of his adversary. Then came the calmly-uttered words of Buffalo Bill: I did not wish to kill you, but don t forget tha t y ou wear my brand." CHAPTER III. TRUE AS STEEL. That Buffalo B ill could shoot as well as he threw a lasso the shattered hand of Dan gave thorough evidence The m a n was co mpletely c owed by i t and was s ilent under the cutting words of the border king, which gave him his life but left his brand upon him. The act of Buffalo Bill in sparing the life of the man showed that he was merciful, and he had w ounded him simply to s ave himself, for all kne w there wa s no mercy in Dan's makeup. "You are lightning with your revol ver, pard, and I congratulate you upon the best shot I ever saw under the circumstances. t l am glad to know you, and when Monte Jose offe rs his hand in friendship, he means all that he says ," and the gambler held forth his h a nd, which Buffalo Bill shook warmly, whi le he said : "I have to thank you, sir, for rny life perhaps, for those fellows intended to corner me and res cu e Tiger. "You hav e indeed, stood as my friend and I appre ciate it. "\,Yhat y.rill you do now?" "Get my prisoner to a in the hotel and then le a ve for the for t." "You really believe him to be the de se;ter y ou spoke o f?" I know it, sir," and Buff a lo Bill glan c ed quickly around to see that no one ov erheard him "I h av e been o n h is track for three m onths." Ah! t he n h e is as good as hanged .'.' ''A bou t tha t sir ; but now let me than k y ou again, and say good nigh t, with the hope that we may me e t ,, agam. I gues s we will; but I will a cc ompany you t o t h e h o tel for it is bette r. " I thank you, and, goin g np to Tig er, who w as s till bound by the lari a t to th e bench a n d s a t scowl in g with a sav age counten an ce the borde r king s aid: "Now Tresco. we w ill see k r est, for w e start ea rl y in the m o rning." I t o l d yo u that m y name i s not T resc o." ''Never mind ; you remind m e s o much of Tresco tha t I cannot h elp c a llin g yo u b y t h a t n a me I am rea dy n ow." "You nearl y killed my pare! Dan, for h e'll lo s e hi s arm. ; 'He i s in great luck n o t t o h ave l os t his life," w:is t)1e quiet re spons e and, ha v ingun bound h i s prisone r Buffalo B ill turned 't o th e cro wd wh o was watch i n g h i m m a ny of them with a dmirat i otl and a likin g for his nerv e and s k ill a nd rai s in g his sombrero, he sai d p leasantly:

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BUFFJ\LO BILL STORIES i1 "I bid you good-night, gt:ntlemen." "Good-nig11t, border king," came 111 a roar of voices, while one said: "Luck to you. Then a voice called out: "Come again when you want more of the same kind, for. there ;i..re lots of Tiger's style fl!)ating around Trails Cross. Out of the door went Buffalo Bill and his prisoner, Monte Jose having previously slipped out to await his coming. As he did so, Deadly Dick and hi s followers crowded toward the door. It was proof that they meant mi schief-to try conclusions outside, and secure the prisoner, as there were full a score of the m But the better element present at once saw thei r intention, the landlord of the place out: "None o f tha t dirt shall be played on that man. ' Then the crowd surged toward the door, and Deadly Dick and his followers fell back sullenly and soon after dropped out of the saloon one by one, for Dan, accompanied by two pards had already departed in search of the doctor. The bullet had done ugly work, breaking the bone belo\Y t h e wri s t. The hotel was a shanty, only deser v in g the through the fac t that "lodgings and meal s ' w ere to be had the re. suc h a s they Yer e Buffalo Bill had put up there upo n hi s arrirnl, hi s horse being then in the stable, and, receiving a room \Vith two cots in it, he went. there with his pri soner accompanied by Monte Jos e. Having seen hi s new-found friend t o his q u a the gambler turned to go, when Tiger growled: ''I'll remember you for this night's w ork, :\1ontc Jose." "All right, don' t forget m e '.'You played into thi s strang-er's han d to-night ag' in a friend." "If trying to cheat me at cards. lying in wait to kill and rob me is friendship, then you are nr friend, for I had always suspe, etecl you, Tiger, but now I a m sure that m y suspicions were correct. "The border king has got you 110\\ and, i f you o f a mcrcifttl 11ature as soon a s they were off o n tra jl h e h a d -shown his utter fearlessness o f the 111a 1 1 and trnst in hi m self by taking the h a n c i c nffs off o f on e w r i st. He h;-id h i s \\ca p o ns. a iH) so felt n o drea d o f :tn es c ape. Onc e wh e n the trail wa s a little roug h the horse of Tiger h a d la gged behind. He seem e d to be a well-trained animal, rnind in g c\ery word and sign of hi s rider. "l s h all have to keep a c lose w atch on that man, muttered the bor d e r king. and h e di d s o wit h o u t ap pe aring to. T he t r<1il le d 01 er a ridge. whi c h. wheii crossed. broug h t t h e l e a de r i nto a narrow chas m where a horse could not readily turn for fully sixty feet.

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. This in the ridge Buffalo Bill had entered, and, just as Tiger's horse neared it, the knees of his rider gave a pressure, and, like a pivot, splendid animal wheeled on his hind legs and darted away. Over the ridge Buffalo Bill was just in sight, and foilo\Ying down the winding trail he would have had to get within fifty feet to secure a shot at his man. Then, too, he would have had to ride out of the split in the r ocks, turn his horse, and by the time he came back to where the prisoner had started from, the latter would have all of a hundred and fifty feet the start, and, the winding trail preventing a shot for a mile or more, it would all depend upon the speed of the horse. All this Tiger had studied as he went along. He knew the place well for it was upon his trail to hi s ranch, and he determined to make a bold dash for freedom. He had an idea that Buffalo Bill did not wi s h to kill him, but carry him in ;i.li, e, so would not fire upoll him if he c o uld. But the border king wa s not c a u g h t napping, and, as quickly a s the horse of Tiger \ \ h e eled. that quickly had his lariat, taken s lyly in hand. bee n sent flying backward, ancl the noose caught the steed at the very start around the neck, bringing him to a halt, am! choking him to a standstill. At the same instant, he had leaped from hi s saddle and sprang upon the ledge, and, leaving his welltrained horse to hold the other animal, he had, with a bound, reached the si
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: THE BU ff f\LO BILL STORIES. 9 darted out from a dump of timber on each si
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t o THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. :-. cr:!i hrnding 0\'Cr him as thongh he was badly "tHrncled. This sight seemed to interest Buffalo Bil l im ;1:c1;scly, and, taking from his saddle a small field he turned it upon the redskins, who were about :t s<.:ore in number. :\t last, after a long iook, he said, in <.. tone of der ision: ''Indians Comanches! and 1 '1otmted upon Ameri c an horses, not Indian ponies! "Indians with no bows and arrows. Comanches witbont lances and with no rifle s-only revolvers. "A strange Jot of Indians they are, for the face of nery one of them \Yould wash white. "13ut they sened their purpos e which wa s to res c u e Tiger. Y es, Deadly Dick, you have accomplished your pmpos e that i s certain. Ah! binding Tiger to a 1 1 o r s e t o s till carry out your cheat. are you? an
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THE BUffA LQ BILL STO RIE S. 11 he that h i s own han d had taken the life of the man in the grave. Those w h o had buried hi m there had not slighted their work, fo.r the grave was a deep one, and the others slain had been placed in separate restingplaces He dug o n until at last he felt his hand touch a body. It was enveloped in a blanket, bound around with a lariat. Unfolding the blanket, Bill bei _ld him-hands crossed, and the face washed of its red paint, for it was a white man. "I remember him-he was one of Deadly Dick's band at the saloon the night before last. 'He played Injun once too of.ten, and, i f Tiger got free, it cost three lives to rescue him. "'Nell, I have nothing against him now, poor fel low, so I will bury him again as. I found him, though I doubt if he "ould do as much for me. Buffalo Bill began to envelope the body in the blanket again, when he stopped suddenly. His eye became riveted upon the palm of the left hand of the corpse. There, pricked in most skillfully, was a tiger, stripes and all, tattooed by a master hand in India ink. 'Well!" and the words broke very forcib l y from the lips of the border k ing; "all as plain as the nose on a Jew's face! "'Tiger,' and more; it means that this man is one of a band, or I am mistaken. But I am in no hurry, I so I'll see if the others are branded as this one is. If so, the live ones who wear the brand are my game, for it implies a ;s-reat deal." He did not then bury the body he had exhumed, but went to work throwing the timber off the other graves. CHAPTER V A STARTLING DISCOVERY. The task w as completed at last. and he had the other two bodies unwrapped before him. Then he took up the right hand of one. An aiiempt had been made to was h it, as a preparation for burial, but it was unsuccessful, for the dirt was of long standing! and the man had becrn a stranger to soap for many a long week, if appearances spoke for anything. Then Buffalo Bi ll took u p t h e left hand, and t h ere, through the vista of dirt, was sec.1 the tiger. The face, too, he remembered to have seen at the saloon two nights before, and among those who had been Dan's backers. "Now for number three." One touch of the hand, which was small, and clean, and the face of Buffalo Bill, the border king, blanched white, whJe from his lips broke the startling words: 'Great God! This man has been buried alive Instantly he dropped his head npcn the b reast oi the man, and listened with his ear pressed close to hi s heart. "It beats faint ly! The man is alive! "Now to see where he is wounded!" There was a wound in the hea d, the bullet having entered at one side Down to the brook sprung the border king, filling his sombrero w ith water, and quickly bathed the wound and the face. Then he rubbed the pulseless hands and l imbs, and poured from a small flask he carried some liquor into the mo.i.1th, and bathed his face wi t h it as well. It was a long task, but at last began, at fir s t in gasps, then slowly and with more regu larity, until the warm blood began to course through the veins, and life came swinging bacl < into the bcc;y which had been, some hours before, placed in the grave as dead. Raising in his arms the for m as tenderl y as though he had been an infant, he bore it away from the sight of the o t her.bodies, and placed it upon his ow n blanket. He was all tenderness now, thi s strong, nervy man, who held no fear and would kill a foe w ithout mercy. He had a big heart, and it was in the right place! He was revealing now that human nature gov erned him by his treatment of this enemy, who had sought his l ife in his strength, and now, i n h is weakne ss, appealed to his mer cy. He arranged the blankets fo r him, gaye him an other S\Yallow of liquor, and sat clasping his hands for full an hour. At last the eyes opened slowly, and looked squarely up into the skies. Buffalo Bill spoke, in a low, gentle v oi ce:

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12 THE BUFF J\LO B I L L STORll!S. "You are all right now, pard, so hav e no fear." The eyes closed again, and it seemed an ag e before they were reopened; but at last the lids parted, and the eyes were fix e d u pon the face of the res.cuer. "Well, pard you are better, I am gfad to see. was no start of surprise, no recognition, no reply, but the eyes looked steadily into those of the border ki n g who again spoke: "You got a wound in your head, but I hav e not examined it c losely. May I do so now ? Still no reply, and, taking s ilence as consent, Bill turned the head upon one s ide and cri t i c a lly exam ined the wound. The b ullet had torn along the side of the s kull jus t o ver and beyond the left ea r fr a c turing t h e b o n e, but not penetrating to the brain. I don't think it is so bad a s I first thought. I will do all I can for you, pard, and then take you t o where you w ill be cared for," and he went to h is saddle and took from the p ocket several h andkerchiefs, along with a bottle of witch haz el and, saturating the cloths, bound them firmly upo n t h e wounds. "We pl ainsmen have t o be our own do c t o rs, you know, pard, s o I go p repare d for shots a n d bruises. "Now, take a nap w hile I get ready fo r t t r ail, for it's fo r t y l ong mile s to where I s h all t ake you ; but there you' ll find. a doctor and good q uarters, so cheer up. Still no reply, no s i g n of r ecognition; s o h e we n t back up the hill to the grav es, b ound up t h e remaining body in its blanket, a s h e h a d the other, a n d pl aced each in its grave. Then he worked h ard and rapi d l y, filled i n the graves replaced the timbers upo n them, o ver the empty one a s over the others that held bodies, and, going to hi s hors e saddled and bridled him. The blanket iaken from abo,ut the man who had buried a l ive he took, as also the lariat, and, ad j usting his stirrups, he led the h o r s e up t o where the wounded man la y "Come, pard, w e will take the t r ail now. Let me Ii el p you. He aided him t o r ise, and n o w o r d came from him. Then seeing h o w w eak. h e was, t he scout rai sed him bodily and placed him in the sadd le, w rappin g h is blankets about him as a support, and fasteni n g t h e m \1.:ith the lariat, "Now, we are ready, pard, lie said in a 1hnd l y way, and added: "He i s a mere boy, hot o ver eighteen; but the brand of the tiger is in his hand." Dow n the trail went Buffalo Bill on foot, hi s horse foll owing wit h the \\rounded m an, s ilen t a n d seeming to be in s uff ering. Reachin g the va lle y a t the bas e of the foothills Buffa lo Bill skirted t he r a n g e keeping up his steady walk for a coupl e o f hours, hi s hors e following patiently. S e v eral times had he spoken t o t h e wounded m a n but each time h e had r e c ei ved n o r e pl y I t d id not a nger hi m for somet hin g told him that the b l ow he had r ece i ve d was a severe one, and that i t migh t have dazed h im utterl y. S till h e was determined to k e e p his eye upon h i m fo r the man might b e playing a p art, and onl y watch i n g a c h ance to escape. Turning to lo o k a t him fro m time to t im e, h e met that same stony star e wh ich look e d a t him, yet appeared not to see h im. At length h e h alte d for res t a n d foo d a n d again spread hi s b l a nkets for the wounded prisoner, if h e co u ld regar d him1 i n that lig h t. He p laced the form upon them, bathed hi s head and saturated the cloth once more, after which he bound the w ound up as before. The wou.nded man wa s giv e n the bes t the sc o u t h ad, but c ared fo r nothing except a cup of coffee w h ic h h e drank greedily. Onc e m o r e t hen h e started upo n h is j o u rney, for h e was anxiou s to get the man unde r the care o f a s k illed physi c ian a s soon a s was poss ible to do so, and, having to walk t h e distance himself, he k new that it wou ld tak e him all niv.ht to make th e journey. He had regarded the wounded man attentively a s he lay upon the b lankets. V.That h e s aw \Vas a youth sca r cely over e i g h t een h e seem ed w it h a face cast in 2. r efined m old. H i s hair wa s bla ck and hun g in curls bel o w h is shoulders about h i s n eck. His form \\ a s s l ender g r ac eful and wiry, and clad in a su i t of co rduroy, sack coa t, nd the p a n ts stuck in boots, the tops of whic h came abo v e the kne e s His e yes were l a r ge, but now expressionl e ss Under different circums t a nc es he woL1ld ha\e called him handsome-a v e r y handsome young>'man." His w ea pons \Ver e gone ad he had e v ide1itly been

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 13 wrapped in his blanket and buried, his com)! rades taking only his arms. Such was the individual now thrown upon the 1 mercy of the border king in s o strange a manner, and the one who was now as gentle to him as he have been to a woman, muttered as he trudged alo,oo-: .. "It "'-as a sad day for you, my young pard, when you left the shelter of your home and came \Vest. "Well, I onl y hope you will 1 :et well, and maybe I can conv ince you that you and I ought to be pards; not you and those cutthroats that follow Tiger's lead, for I am fully c o n vinced that Tiger is t h e leader of an out law b::i.nd. v V e 'll, i t will be a pleasant duty to find out, for a s I have set o u t o n Tiger' s trail, I'll see the end of i t Just a t dark another halt was made, and the wounded man was given an hour' s res t, while his wound was again dressed m ost t<7nderly Still not a word did he utter, no repJy would h e make to a n y question, only the deathli.ke s tare which he had had s ince the border king had fir s t se e n him o p e!1 hi s e yes. "I only h o p e tha t you are not playing a part, pard, for I would h ate to have to wing you, a s perha p s you may reform from your e v il ways. "But I \Varn you that I will ::tand no m onkey b u s i n e ss if y o u go to s kip awa y from me in the d arkness. But if the m a n heard.and understood, he played hi s part to perfection, for not a n expression on hi s revealed the fact that he w a s cons ciot. s of the threat made b y the border king. Thus on thro u g h the night, with s e v eral h a l ts, they went. At each halting-place the s c out had moistened the wound, g iYen the man a res t of some little time and done all in hi s powe r to make him comforta ble Twice he had m ade coff e e for him, and each tim e i t had been swallowed with the greatest reli s h though food he would not take. The la s t part o f the way la y ove r pra irie lands, and, a s the d a wn drew n ea r a far off w as v i s ible a twinkling light. "Yonder i s wh e r e we halt. pard; where you s ee the light. But still no reply from the wounded m a n. The dawn came and revealed a beautiful rollin g prairie for 1miks .around, which was broken a couple of a h ead by_ a slight ri d ge, heavily ti inbered, and along the base of which ran one of those crystal streams which s o often break the landscape of Texas Upon the ridge some daring settler had established his home, a commodious structure of logs, containing half a score of rooms and completely surrounded by a, shed, which served a s a piazza It was fenced in with a garden in the rear, ex tensive outbuildings, some cornfields over on the s lope, and prairie pasture 1ands for miles ar-ound whereon m any cattle were grazing, with also a large herd of ponies and a flock of sheep. It was a perfect border borne lu xurious for that far land and its o wn e r had dared settle d own where a t any moment a band o f Comanches might make a dash upo n him o r w h a t wa s e quall y to b e dreaded, law less raide r s fr o m across the Rip Grande might be tempted to loot his h ac i e nda. CHAPTER VI. SOLDIERS' RANCH. Soldi e r s Ranch w as o n e of t he finest and mos t hos pitabl e homes o n the Tex a s frontier. Capta in Edward H ass a s he w as more generally ca lle d had b ee n a surg e o n in the United States Army s t ationed at a fort on the Rio Grande, and h a d be e n '"it h hi s troo p o f c anlry w h e n they h a d rescued fro m an out l aw b and a bea u t iful Mexica n g irl c aptured and h e ld for ransom. It \\"a s Surgeon Has s' plea sing duty to e scort 2\IIarie lng le z to her father' s home acros s the Rio Grand e and the friendship begun ended in h e r be coming 1\1r s Hass in le ss than a ye a r after. As her father had left her a goodly number of cattle, and Surgeon H a s s did not care to make a Mexic a n of hims elf, though he had been most willing t o h a v e a fair Mexican turn America n, he had re signed fr o m the army and e stablished for himself a home in Texas . It w a s upon the ve r y spot where the rescue of :!\farie Ing l ez h a d taken place and he had at that tim e remarke d if ev e r he h a d a ranch, that would b e where he w o uld p itch his tent. A numbe r o f cavalry, whose term o f e nli stment had expire d \\e r e e a sily persuaded to turn from the blu e to t he bu c k s k i n the sword to the lariat, and b e come c o w b oys a t '"S o ldier s' R anch," as the docto r had name d hi s h o m e And h e r e had E d H as s m a d e his home with his

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14 THE BUFF ALO BILL S T ORIES. beautiful wife, half-a-dozen peon servants, who ha,d followed their loved mistress from the Mexican to Texas, and a score of gallant ex-cavalrymen turned into cowboys The dange r of the s ite of Soldiers' Ranch cat.1sed the surge on to organize his men into rangers f.or protection, and the cowboys of several othel"' ranches, far distant from Soldiers' Ranch, joined the band, which at once became known as minutemen. A gaJJant lot they were, too, as they had shown i n a number of hot fights with the Comanches and lawle s s invaders from Mexico. A perfect soldier, a genial gentleman and hospita ble host, Captain Hass was known and respected far and wide, and never did he fail to answer a call for his services as physician, no matter what the hardship of his going would be. A child a little daughter, had been born to them af ter the captain and his wife moved to Soldiers' Ranch. The little belle \\"as at once taken in charge by her father, to make a prairie girl" out of her, as he expressed it. His training outdoors, with her mother's training \vithin, promised to make an accomplished lady as well as ai heroine out o f the daughter. The cowb oys L< >:'.eel Buffalo Bill as he came :i.cross the p rairie wit h a cheer of welcome for all knew what his courag e was, and acknowled g ed his superior s kill as a prairie m an. "\Vhat have y ou there, Border King?" as keel one, as he s aw h i s greeting to the wounded man was not returned. "A poor f e llow who has been wounclecl and I am hastening on to have the captain try his surgical skill upon him.'.' 'So on he went \vhile the cowb oy s returhed to their duties, discu s sing the coming of the border king, and convinced that lie co uld tell them much more about the sil ent stra: 1ger if he had cared to do s o Upon his piazza sat Captain Hass, awaiting the corning of his wife and daughter to go into breakfast. He was a hand some m an, of soldierly form, bearcled face and wcith a bri ght eye that looked straight into your own as onl y an h o nest man' s can. He s pied Buffalo Bill afar off. to o k a glass from a bracket. and, turning it upon him, said, in a tone of pl easure: "It is the border king, and on foot! Arnt he has a comrade w'ith him, who rides his horse. "They travel slowly for men whom a good breakfast awaits, but his friend must be wounded from the \Yay they come." Then, seeing the cowboys gallop toward him, he said, with some impatience: 'The boys will detain him, I fear, for they must know all that he can tell. No; he comes on, with only a sh rt delay Stepping inside the hall, he called out: ''Marie! Belle! there is an old friend coming across the prairie, so be ready to welcome him. ''And he has a pard with him, too," added tl;ie cap tain, as he returned to the piazza Across the stream came Bill and his wounded companion, up to the rise to the gate, which a peon threw open for him, and, as he reached the rack where horses were hitched, Captain Hass met him. "Bill, I atn most glad to see you, for you have given us the go-by for several months." "And I am glad to get here, Captain Hass, for I have hoofed it since noon yesterday, coming from up in the Blue Range country." "You look haggard and tired, but I 'll soon freshen you up-oh! your comrade appears to be wounded?" "He is, sir, and I brought him to you here, thinking you would care foy him." 'With all my heart. "Come, my friend, you are welcome here, and I will soon bring you round all right." The captain caught Bill's significant look as the latter said: "I thought you would give him the little room your little office there, in the yard, and he will need so me one to take care of him, sir." "Old Lulu, my wife's old peon nurse, is the best one in the world. "Come, we will gq to the cabin at once." Tenderly Bill took the wounded man from his saddle, and half-carried him to the little cabin of two rooms, which stood apart from the main house, and \\"as known as the "office." Captain Hass, who was a skilled surgeon, at once sent for Lulu, the peori nurse, and the stranger so o n placed upon a bed and a dose. of medicine ad.... IJ ministered. I "I will look at your wound presently, sir," he said, .. .. {.

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1 THE BUf' f J\LO BILL STO R IES. as he left him in the care of Lulu, who seemed to know just what to do. But the stranger vouchsafed no reply, and as the c aptain and Bill left the cabin to!!ether, ihe latter s aid: ''What do you thiilk of him, sir?" "Mad as a March hare." 'You think so1 sir?" "Did you notice his eyes?" "Yes, captain; but might he not be playing 'possum?" 'Not he; that man is mad." "\Veil, sir, so I feared, but I yet wished to have your opinion withouthaving told you anything about him." ''The wound has made him so, Cody, and when I look at it I can tell just wh:it his chances :.re. "He has fever coming on, and the wound may be fatal." ''The bullet clicl not enter his head, sir. but glanced on .the skull, fracturing it." "'Veil, I s hall S oon. .:now. for I gave him something to put him to sleep, and a-fter breakfast we will see to him. 'But who shot him?" "! did, sir." "You?'' "Yes, sir. "The mystery deepens; bt. come, I will show you to your room, and while you freshen up I will hear what you have to tell if you care to have me knbw." "Oh, yes, sir, I wish you to know all, and I need your service and advice, for if that man was conscious of where I took him from I do not wonder that he is mad." "You interest me, Bill; but here i s your room, anc\ I am a good listener." 'With this hint the border king made known to Captain Hass, in confidence. all that he had passed through. "You see, Captain Hass,'' he said, ;iftcr the ranchero had listened attentiYely to all h e had to tell, "I \olunteerecl up at the fort to capture the Man Tiger. "A wagon-train was robbed some time ago by a man answering h i s description, though his followers -ere Con1andies. the Santa Fe stage was held up l>y one man its robbed. "I went to his ranch, and found that he wa s abse:1 from it at the time of the two robberies, and so I told Colonel Miles that I would see if I coul d not capture T iger and prove the robberies upon h im." "A bold undertaking to capture that man fr o m all I have heard of him, Bill; but have you given up?" "No, sir; I will take him yet." CHAPTER VII. HE :'lll:ST Ll\'E. Mrs. Hass, speaking English with an accent that wa s ery fascinating, met the border king in a way that showed how welcome he was. Both her little hands clasped over his honest one, and said: "It i s kind of you to come to ns sometimes, senor, to show that we are not forgotten." Belle, her daughter, \Yent up to the border king, and, grasping his hand, said, in her frank, sweet way: ''I am so glad to see you, Chief Cody, and, know ing how \\e icome you are, why do you come so seldom?'' Soldiers' Ranch was noted for its bountiful table, and, in spite of hi s fatigue, Bill enjoyed his breakfast immensely. "And nO\\ to that poor fellow captain. 'Do you remember when you shot him?" ''Yes, sir. 1 think he rode a spotted horse, now I recall hi,; dress, ancl I aimed at his head, though th_ e range was long." "\Vas he not the \\ounded one yon saw the outlaw s grouped around?" ''I think not, sir, for, being wounded in the head and lying motionless, they supposed him to be dead and threw him across a horse, to carry off to where buried him." '"But why should such men take such pains to bury their dead?" '"Superst ition alone, s jr, for being criminals, they are superstitious ... '"l belieYe you are right; but when do you think he was buried?'' ''About da\\. sir. and the men hastened away. So he was ho\\' long in the grave?" -"Perhaps not long." All this time the captain \ras getting out the surgical instruments h:; would need, se11ding for \varrri

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13 THE BUFF ALO BILL' STORIES. '.\":\!Cr, am] rreparing (or what might h av e to be done ;:1 way of an operation. Being ready, he ,,ent into the room, and the two s:1t clown by the patient. T:1king hi s pulse and tempe r ature, the captain then unbandaged the h ea d, cut away the mass of c1.1rling hair close to the scalp, so as to expose the 1;01111d fully to v iew, and then ,began to probe to s ee just what damage the bullet had done. The border king watched him with the deepest atteuti on, for somehow he had b e c ome strangely interested in t hi s unknown youth. :rakin g away pieces of the bone, the captain cleansed lhe wound thoronghlv, and then said: .. I believe h e will lin, Bill; yes, he mus t not die for in him rests the so lving of thi s myste ry of the branded hand." ''Ah! yon think h e will--" "He will betray his companions to you,'" was the sign. ificant r es p onse of Capt:1in Hass, and it set the b order king t o thinking. All he had clone for the 1.-ounded prisoner had been from the goodness of his heart. He had not ti10ught of the fu ture, or what use the man might be to him. :\'atnrally, rescued from s uc h a fate as would have b e e n his but fo r the border king. the young man 1Yonld regard the claim of his preserver upon him aboYe all other claims. He wou l d be willin g. Bill t hought, to tell all he kne\\' about the band. of 11hich the brand in liis hand s l io1'.e
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THE BUf'f ALO BILL STORIES. 17 "vVhen I break his fever I will know if his reason has come back to him or been destroyed by the shock." "Ii his reason is gone, Captain Hass?" "\i\Tell, I believe that I can, by a surgical _operation, restore him to reason." "I sincerely hope so." wound i s not a fatal one, unless inflammation follows. "He is young, in good health, and has a strong constitution, and may pnll through to perfect restora while, again though physically restored, mentally he may be a wreck. "So I at present see his case; but he shall have eyery attention, and old Lulu seems devoted to him in a wonderful degree, from some strange reason I cannot understand; but she acts as thou.gh sl)e knew him." "This is strange, and it would be well, sir, to keep a w atch on her and find out." "Yes, I shall do so." "Espec ially when he is recovering, for he might pretend to be worse that he really is, and some night might give us the slip." "I'll see that he does not do that; but you consider I him a prisoner, thi;n ?" vVell, si r I hardly know how to consider him. "To a!l intents and pt11 poses, he suffered death for hi s crime, and was bttried: ow I dug him out of the grave, and though I believe I woulcl set him free if he asked it, still I hope to discover from him. as you suggested, some cle\\' to the lawless hand of \\'hich he sure l y is a n)ember. "\Vell, Bill, I'll see that lie recovers, if recovery is possible, and that he does not escape from u s, so rest a ssured on that matter." "I will, sir, and now I must say good-by," and half-.:111-honr after the border king from Soldiers Ranch. CHAPTER VIII. THE TIGER' S LAD. Buffalo Bill wended his way to take the traii which wouldlead him on to Fort D--. 'He r.t>d:e. Jike ohe ever 011 ihe alert for danger, from i nstinCt and a long habit oi rather. than as though he was looking for any particular peril to bar his way. Not a leaf rustled by the wind, the spring of a rab bit in the brush, or a squirrel in the trees but caught his keen eyes, and his horse seemed to have the same watchfulness about him, for his ears were pricked for some discovery. He knew of a camping-place off the trail a short distance, some miles ahead, and so he held on his way until he reached it. A fire was soon burning in a canon, sheltered frcm view, his horse had been watered and was feeding upon the tender grass, and the cowboy chief soon broiled a tender steak, brought with him from Soldiers' Ranch, and ate supper with the relish of a good appetite and perfect digestion. Then he wrapped himself in his blankets, and went to s ieep like a man with a consciousness of having wronged no man intentionally. Bright and early he was on his way again, and, coming to a crossing of the trails, he halted like one in a quandary. At last he mused aloud: "He \.vould hardly return so soon io Trails Cross, and so must have gone to his ranch. "Yes, I will go by and make a call, for he only has a couple of cowboys with him, I have heard." So the border king branched off on the trail that led him toward the Rio Grande. It \Yas l ate in the eyening vYheh he dismounted 11po11 a hill, and, creeping up to the top, looked over. There, 3. mile a\\ay. rose a hill like a sugar loaf, yet connected with the range upon which he stood with a low but rugged ridge, that could not be crossed by a horseman. ''.Ah! now I discover a secret of that ridge I ti.id not know before," h e said, as he turned his glass upon it. "Although one cannot cross it, between those hills and. yonder sentinel-like mound, from there here is a trail along it that can be followed "This gi\ e s Tiger a good chance of escape in the rear if crowded in front. "VI/ e ll, he has a snug cabin there, strong as a fort, and mighty few cattle. I guess I'll take the ridge trail to the cabin, if I can find the encl of it while daylight.lasts." He at once set about his search, and where many

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18 THE B U FFJ\L O BIL L STORf ES. would have failed who were le ss s killful prairie men, he was successful, just as night c;;tme on. "We will see if yonder cabin is hospitable enough to give shelter to man and beast," h e said, as he retifrned to his horse. Biddirig him foilow h im, the cowboy chief led the way on toot, and entered upori the ridge t rail leading to the sugar-loaflike hill a mile distant. It wa s night now, and as he went along he heard the loud baying of a dog. "Ah! that won't do. "I must not let him know that I have found he has a way of retreat. 'Corne, pard, we will go back and approach the cabin by the regular trail." With the patience of an India n and taking everything that barred hi s way as a matter o f course, he retraced hi s steps to the hill and, flanking it, wound off towar d the solitary cabin of Tiger, far fr o m the nearest settiement and so utterly alone. He approached the hill from the regular trail, and again heard the loud barking of a dog. As he drew nearer another dog joined irt. "Bi g dogs from their bark. "Ah! a third chips in the chorus. "\Veil, Tiger i s determined to know 'vhen he has visitors coinin g, be they friend s or foe s "It is too dark for him to recognize rne, if he i s here, so I'll ride up and be rea d y for him. "Some one i s at home, for there is a light in the cabin. "I'll bet ten to one it was not put there to welcome me," and he l aughed. He watched the cabin closely a s he approached, and beheld a flash of light, which showed that a door had been quickly opened .and closed. "Ah! somebody came out then and has position on me; but I must go oil now." To show that he was not a1akin g a quiet approach upon the cabin, he called out to the "Oh, stop your barking, dogs, for you have roused everybody, if they ate not deaf or dead.'' It was a disappointment to the border kingto find the place guarded by dogs, for had it not been he could have reconnoitered tnost thoroughly on foot. As he drew nearer, althougb he was well aware that some one was lurking in the shadow, doubtle:;s covering him with a rifle, he called out: "Ho, there! can a wayfarer get shelter and food?" ' "\Vho are you?" aske
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THE B I L L STORIES. 19 chief, for she was scarcely over twenty, and very pretty in face and form. In her hands she held a Spanish guitar, as though she had just been playing upon it when interrupted by the coming of the visitor. As the scout beheld her he doffed his sombrero quickly and bowed, while he said in a courteous way : ''I did not expect to intrude upon a lady's presence when I came here, and I hope you will pardon me." The woman gave a slight start, but rose quickly, a nd said: 'You are welcome. sir, and in the ab s ence of my husband, you will have tG> submit to :-. hostess, for I am l'vlrs. Tracey." Bill was almost overwhelmed by what she said. This beautiful c reature the wife of the Man-Tiger, the wild ranchero, as he was called? He could hardly believe he had heard aright, yet he dared not exhibit surprise, it not being supposed that he kn e w Tiger. "I thank you: miss-I beg pardon, madam," he said. "You have not allowed me the pleasure of knowing yonr name, sir?" 'My name i s Cody, madam, and I am a scout at Fort D--."' ''\i\T ell, you are welcome, and Aunt Venus had just called us to supper when the dog announced your arrival." "Aunt Venus'' was the old negress, who acted as cook. Then, in the same easy way, e>he continued: ''You will find friends here in these tvvo gentlemen, who care for my husl)and's he r ds, cowboys, Doc Barney, and Si Dunn. The two cowboys greeted the stranger with a nod at this introduction, and Mrs. Tracey led Bill out to supper, whither Aunt Venus ha r l gone to set another plate. The two cowboys followed, and the !.>order k ing distinctiYely overheard one whisper to the other: "It's Buffalo Bill." The visitor made himself \ 'e ry agreeable at the supper, and asked Mrs. Tracey if she v;ras not afraid to live so far away from all help. "Oh, no; our house is a stout one, and the Indians would get only lead if they came, for we are not r i ch." "And do the Mexicans never make a dash upon you here?'' "No, we are not troubled by them. "The truth is, my husband has a reputation that keeps Mexican raiders and Comanches away. "You may have heard of him, Mr. Cody?" "Mr. Thomas Tracey I belie, e is his name?" "Well, he is better known as the Tiger, or Man-Tiger, of Texas." "Ah, yes I have heard of him," inn o cently said the border king. "Yes, he has a reputation that is pretty well known as a very deadly foe and desperate character, and yet I have always found poor Tom as geqtle as a woma n in his nature." ''I wish you could have seen him at Trails Cross," thought Bill, but he simply bowed, and, concluded it was a case of "'Beautv and the Beast." The border king greatly en joyed Aunt Venus' good cooking, and after supper they adj.ourned to the sitting-room again, off which was the sleepingroom of the strange woman, as Bill regarded her, for certainly it was a mystery to see this beautiful creature dwelling there; and, more still, as the wife of a man who was a very demon in his nature, and an outlaw and desperaqo. "\II/ill you sing something for me please?" asked the border king. "I will sing with pleasure for you, Mr. Cody, for I often do so to amuse the boys here and Aunt Venus." The "boys" were the two cowboys, with faces t'hat Bill was not at all drawn to, a s he had alrea,dy de cided: ... "If Si Dunn and Doc Barney are not rascals, their faces give their natures the lie," he had said to him self. her fingers lightly over the strings o f the guitar, .s.he asked: "What sty le of music do you like, Mr. Cody?" "Any you care to sing." A nur11ber of songs site sung, and when at last Buffalo Bill went across the open hall, to the room Si Dunn led him to, he found himself askin g th e question over and over again: ''Can that woman be wicked? "Can her face hide a devil's heart?" This room had the same air of comfort vYhich was to be found in the re s t of this frontier house, sliow-

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20 l'HE BUFF hlO BILL STORIES. ing the hand of a refined woman and good hous e keeper. He supposed that the rQOm next to him was that of the co\vboyi, and, though he felt no fear o f an aUftck, or \VQrk, that i9n-i.an i n the he lookeri well to the c11an<;es of defense and B:e knew well his danger1 for, afta ail, Tiger might be about the cabin, perhaps in it, and if so a plot against his life was sur e to follow. If the desperado had not returned home, or sent w9rd of the affair at Trails Cross, then he had noth ing to dread. But he had been let into a secret which he had not suspected, the presen ce of that beautiful woman in the house of the desperate ranchero. So Bill lay down upon the cot, with his hand con veniently near his revolver. Hardly had he left the sitting-room, however, when there was a change in the manner of those present. The man who had shown him to hi s room re turned, and said: "All right, captain. Then a wide plank in the ceiling was removed, a rope-ladder fell to the floor, and a man descended into the room. A man of giant stature, and bearded; dressed as a borderman, and armed thoroughly. "vVell, I nearly smothered in that rat-hole, wait ing for that fellow to go to bed," he said, roughly. Then, turning to Aunt Venus, who was present, he contimied: "Bring my supper in here, Black Venus." "And why was it necessary for you to hide from one man, Tom?" calmly asked the woman. "Did he not tell you his name?" "Yes; Cody. "It is Buffalo Bill. "So I heard Si Dunn whisper to Doc Barney, and he heard it, too. '1 "You know now then. Valerie, why r hie! from him?" "No, I cannot guess why. "He is but one man, though I admit one who looks inch a man and who could be a dangerous foe, or good friend. "I iike<;l his appearance." Well, I don\ and as I arrive
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THE BUFF Alo Bill STORIES. 21 that lasso demon dropped his lariat over my ann, and I was to the floor and ironed in an instant-before I understood what had happened." "This is remarkable, Tom." "Ir is true, and my pards chipped in to help me out, but it was n6 use, for he bettered Deadly Dick .. and put a bullet int-o Dan's wrist, and took me off a PTisoner, for Monte Jose and others backed him up, and our few dared not be too brash. "They would have rescued me that night had i t not been for fyfonte Jose; but they tried it 0 1 1 the next clay on the trail, and here I am. ''But how, Tom?" ''Well, they played Comanche, headed us off and showed up in three bands, ahead and in our rear. "Cody took my irons off, and said we would das h through, wh:lc, if it came to a hot fight, he would ,, give me my weapons. "That wa s manly in him." "Bab! don't .say anything in his fayor, Valerie, for I hate him \YOrs e than I d o a snake, but it is my inning now." '\Vhat do you mean?" ''I am telling you how I e scaped.'' 'Yes, and I am anxious to knmY." \ Ve made a dash through, the scout u s in g hi s rifle, and doing it \Yell, too \Yh0e n I turned and ran back to the party behind. ''\\Then he saw me, he.stopped-close pressed a s h e w as-and sent a shot at m e that killed rny home. "The n h e got throug h. but, had my m e n h a d rifle s he could ne ver have run the gantlet he did. ''\Ve put for the hills planted our dea d a nd the men disbanded af ter lea.Yin g U1e range, I c o m i n g h e r e by slow and here I find the border king o n m y trail, coming in not ten minnt e s behind m e do you belieYc h e i s a l o n e ; t hat i s the ques tion?" CHAPTER IX. \ P L OT In respons e t o the questi o n of the Tiger if the scout were alone, Si Dunn responded : "He smely c a p n, for them clogs nc\'er ba rked vh e n ycu come, as they kno w d yer, and when t hev ust g,.Jt a sc. :rJ'.Vl().'f a stranger afar off, they at once et us ki1ow. "Then he came to ther house, seein' ther light, and they cry ag' in. "Now, ef he he
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22 THE BU_ff'AL_ O BILL In an instant the woman was upon her fee t, her eyes flashing, while she said, in a voice that was full of meaning: "Dare to play that game and I will befriend him myself. "No, if you are afraid to meet a man squarely, face to face, you shall not assassinate him in my presence !" The ranchero was silent. He did not show the tiger in his nature then, and the two cowboys seemed to stand in awe also of tbe fear less woman who had been so suddenly aroused to resentment. "Well, Valerie, if you decide against me, I must yield," tamely said Tiger, and his bearing can:ied out the assertion of the woman to Buffalo Bill that the ranchero "was as .gentle as a woman toward ner." "Now, you are acting as you should, Tom, for the border king is not' a man to be killed from an ambush, for the n the government would avenge him, mark my words. "If you think he has comrades 'yith him, let Si and Doc make a complete circuit of the place, each car' rying a dog with him, and returning before dawn. "After breakfast, he will go on his way, mark my words, and, there will be no reason to dread him more." The ranchero ga ve a quick glance at the two cow boys, and replied : "Then you two can make a scout around the ranch, and see if there is anything suspicious about. "I will go and see you off, and then return to rest, for I am worn out." He went out with the two men, and, once away the house, he said: "'That man must die!" "Yes, cap'n," was the reply of each. "But not here." "No, cap'n." "I will leave the house before dawn, and )Yill take position at Red Rock, for he must go that way." "He's sure to," said Si. "You, in case he should go by the Caye Trail, strike for there as soon as he leaves the ranch, but he must see you here when he leaves." "Yes, cap'n." "If he passes Red Rock in safety, then you look out for him at the cave." "I'll be there, cap'n," said Si. ":tv1e, too, cap'n," Doc answered. "He must never pass those two points." "No, indeed." "But shall we tell ther madam, cap'n ?" "That the cattle bave strayed, and you are going after them." ''All right, cap' n, we'll git thar." And back into the cabin went Tiger, while the two cowboys each took a dog with him, and on foot made a scout around the ranch, to meet at the ridge near where it joined the range, and to come in together before dawn and arouse the ranchero, so that he could depart, unless the presence of comrades of Buf falo Bill being about was discovered. ' I will leave the place just before dawn, Valerie," said Tiger. 'But \Yhy ?" "\V eil, I wish to be away when Buffalo Bill gets up and starts ." "You can keep in your room there, and he would not k now it." "True, if he made no search; but I believe firmly I that he ha s comrades near, for brave as he is, he \\'Otild n o t clare come h ere "VI/ ell, where will you go?" "To one of my retreats, and one of the boys can come and tell me if he starts away all righ8. "\V cll, you know be s t, Tom; but I cannot understand \\'h)' you should fear that one man as )'OU do, when you hu.ve been wont too often to terrorize a whole crowd and never count odds." "Have you for gotten that I told you he charged me with being Tom Tresca, and he saw this brand upon my wrist. "If I am taken, I hang, for there will no mercy be shmYn the man whom they arrest as Tom Tresco.'' The \\'Oman wa s silent a moment, and then said, in a low tone : "I can unclcrs tancl your clrec.cl now, Tom. "You mu s t indeed ke e p clear of Buffalo Bill." William Cod y slept well in spite of his surroundings, and when he awoke found the sun was up. He made his t o ilet, and, stepping out tipon the piaz z a that surrounded the cabin on all sides, found :\J ;s. Tracey sea tee\ in an easy-chair and reading. "Yo u must be lonely. a s Mr. Tracey, is so much away from home," said Bill. "Oh, no, you are in error, for he is away from home, and left only ten days ago for a run to the I I j

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T H E BUFF ALO BILL S T ORIES. 23 settlements, where I never care to hav e him go, for he has many enemies and is sure to make more; but t hese people do not know him as he is in his home life and judge him b y what he i s when under the in fluence of li quor, for, I am sorry to s a y, he w ill go upo n his periodical sprees .'" Buffalo Bill was silent. Could he have misunde r s tood the man? W a s he really t h e one he h a d charged him with b e ing? Or was h e u nknown in his real life t o hi s beau t iful w ife ? His home was a pleasant one, whe n he h a d been le d to believe it t o be a mere h ovel. He found there a beautiful woman o f r e fin e d taste and hospita lity, w h ere h e h a d n o t dee m e d such a thing possible. T w o obtrus ive, though v iilainousl ooking, c o w boys alone seemed to have charge of t h e cattle, and a n o l d n egress presided over the kitchen. There w e r e half-a d ozen savagel ooking dogs l y in g about, but they s howed n o fierceness toward him, as their mistress accepted him as a g uest The scan t confessed t o h imsel f that h e W flS p u z z l e d S e eing t h e two cowboy s coming fr o m the corra l M r s. T racey said: '"You r horse has been well ca red Nlr Cody, and no\\ \Ve w ill go in to breakfast. 'But, if you a r e in no hurry to b e o n yonr way, pra y r emain a s lon g as it suits your p leasure T h i s did not look lik e an anxiety to get o f him, but he was not o n e who took a ll by appearanc es. After breakfast. Si brought his horse t o the door as h e said h e must go, and the border king would haYe departed i t h man y thank s and a forma l fa re well. b u t M r s. Tracey stepped fo r ward a nc\ offered her han d. while she sai d : ""I am glad to have kno,Yn you. :.\fr Cody, a n d you m nst always stop w hen yon com e near us, fo r I \Yish you to meet my husband and h e friend s with h im." Cody t clt h is face flush and m uttered something h e did n o t r e memb e r afterward w hat-and tben had t o tak e Si" s ext e nded hand. ''Luc k ter yer par d said S i pleas:rntl y. "Says I ther sam e parcl," Doc Barney added, as h e cam e forwar d. And. s 1 Srr11gin g lig h t l y i n t o t h e sadd l e h e w a3 a:botit t o ride :rn--ay, w h .cn t h e w o m a n c alled out: "May I a s k if you kno w a man in government service, Mr. C o d y, who i s known a s the borderi ki n g ?" I am called the bord e r king, Mrs Tracey." "Then you a r e Buffa l o Bill ?" "Ye s, madam. " H o w glad I am to k nO\v you sir. \!'le w ill see yon again, M r Cody?" "Ye s, madam, thank you," and, rai sing hi s som-< brero, h e rocle a\.vay. \ .\.ell so t hat i s the hom e of the :.\-Ian-Tiger, i s it ?" : \ncl tha t is h is w i fe ? "If I had not seen w h a t I di d, and kno w jus t wha t t hat Tiger is, I would neYcr have b elieved it. {\ O\Y, he is deceiving t hat pretty 1\if e of his, I am sure. "Bu t \ 1 hat a surprise it will be to him when he comes home and find s I haYe p ai d h im a Y i sit I w onder if: e 1\'ou!d 11 i s h to see me again if she kn w 1101 1 I had roped her hns hancl in ? "By t h e Lone S t a r of Texas! but I hav e h a lf a mind to lie i n wai t for T iger and n cYer let him reach h is home. '"No. he may ;1o t return fo r weeks, and I mnst get the scouts ready fo r t h e trail to b reak u p t h e band of 011tla11 s o f the brande d han d for i f Tiger i s not their chief. I am awav off t h e t r ail. ;\o w fo r the fort."' an cl he rode on at a swifter pace hi s hors e ha 1 ing had a L oocl r e s t. T h e inna t e caution of the sco u t c h ief h a d s a.ved hi s life on many an occasion. when, but for it, h e \vould ha,e ridden i nto a trap. lt was not fear, it was s elf protection, and where h e w o nl r l have sought b i g odds i f it came to the scratch. h e die\ not take cl .1ances \vhere he would\ h a 1 c tio c ontend against a n ;:i_ssa s sin. S o, a s h e rode along. B u ffalo B ill grew s u spicious H e had not seen the ranchero at hi s h ome, there \1as no indicatio n that h e h a d been there, and e very reason to heli.e 1 e that h e had not. Y ct. a fter h i s es cape from him. why h acl h e not re .. t n rnecl a t o nce? If he 1\as on t h e 11atch, h e h a d seen him g o and would see him depart, and w hat more natural than that Tiger w o ul d lie in wai t for him, fo r know ... i11g the comitry as he did. he c ould readil y head him off somewher e o n his trail. The border king knew t h a t p art o f the c ountry.

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24 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. Two years before he had been ambushed at Red Rock, fifteen miles from the Mission Ranch, by some Comanches. Three of his cowboys had been killed, and him s elf and several others wounded. He would pass the Red Rock Spring, he knew, by following the trail to the fort, so he grew more and more cautious "Now I think of it, that was a night attack, and I wonder if they were really Comanches or white men?" mused Bill. "I am inclined to think that they were outlaws disguised as Indians. "vVell, I'll take a look at Red Rock before I ride by it, for it is a place where many a poor fellow has lost his life." So, as he drew near the locality, the border king turned off the trail, and soon found a hiding-place for his horse Then he went on foot, rifle in hand, by a flank movement to approach '.:he spring. Reaching a point of observation, he peeped oYer into the valley, where the spring was located. Putting his glasses to his eyes, he uttered a whistle the motnent he looked through them. \i\i ell, holy smoke!" he said, in a \Vay of exclamation. "There he is, as large as life, and twice as natural, just waiting for me to come along so that he can acid to my weight several ounces of lead. ".Now he knew I \Vas at hi s house and must take the trail. "I wonder if his wife and the cowboys, yes ancl the Black Venus and the dogs were in the secret! "Well, now to get the drop on the Tiger, for it has come to it." Across the open stretch he \\"ent. hi s rifle in hand. and gained the shelter of the rock. Up this he crept, and then rested to collect his strength and nerve, for his trip had been a hard one, part of the time upon his knees Feeling sure of himself, he peered o\er the rock. There was the Man-Tiger not twenty-five feet from him. The Tiger was nerved to the work before him. He would kill the cowboy chief, and that would end the feud behveen them. Keeping his eyes on the hill over which the trail wound, he said, as the time passed : "Curse him! why don't he come?" "I am here, Tiger," was the unexpected answer in the rear. A yell broke from the lips of Tig\:r as he dropped his 'hand upon his rifle to turn upon his foe, but, quick as a shot, the lariat of the scout was thrown, encircled his body, and he was dragged to the ground just as his captor, with a mighty leap, reached his side. "I've got you again, Tiger!'' "The border king!" gaspe. d the prisoner, his arms held tight to his side by the lasso c oil, and lying upon hi s s ide, as he had been dragged with. the terrific jerk. As the scout spoke, he was winding his lariat closer until J:e could disarm his prisoner. This done, he slipped upon his wrists the handcuffs which he took from his pocket, and which Tiger had before made the acquaintance of. Then he allowed his prisoner to rise, arid said: r.; ow. come with me, and show me 'vhere your horse is." "I am on foot." "\Veil, you shall walk while I ride; and I will keep a lively pace." "My horse is yonder in the mesquite thicket," was the reply, as Tige r did not like walking. "All right," and Buffalo Bill went in the direction spoken of. and there vvas the horse, hitched te a tree and muzzled. ":::-\ow rnonnt !" The prisoner obeyed. The feet of Tiger w ere not bonnd; but, once in his saddle 1.he scout made hi s handcuffed wrists fast-to the large saddle horn. Then he took the stake rope and led the horse to where he had lef t hi s own animal. "\Vhere are you going?" ''To get my horse." "Ali!" and the prisoner seemed reli e\cd ''You must he Yery cautious to watch ali the places you pass a man coul d be ambushed," sneered t he pri soner. r an:, and it is ,,ell 1 Hanked the Red Rock, or I wo uld b e d ead nO\i." "I wa s not waiting for y o u." "Who. then?" "Comanches .. '':\h, ye s-some of the kind 1rlio re sc u e d you from me.'' "Thev did not res cue me. for I ra n to them, and, preternfing to join them they did not keep a guard O\'er me after a day or so, and I escaped." Tiger, does death turn an Indian white?" "\IVhat do vou mean?" "Does a Comanche become a paleface after he has passe d in his checks? 'The other night you s poke in border dialect, appearing like an uneducated man, and now you ha \e forgotten to ta lk as yon did t h e n so I am more than ever convinced that you are Tom Tresco." "I am not Tresco, though he wa s my friend. I "I have a happy home and, though I am desperate unC!er the influence of liquor, I am not a bad man at heart. ''I will say more, that there is a yery strong re semblance betvYeen the man Tresco and myself. and

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THE BU ff ALO BILL STO R I ES. 26 if I am taken to the fort, I will be strung up as the man you accuse me of being." "You will, indeed." "Now, you are not a rich man, Cody." "No, I am inconveniently poor, T iger. "vVell, I'll give you in gold five t housand dollars, if you will drop this idea that I am Tresco, and let me go free." "You could not bribe me to do that which I deemed wrong for any sum you might name,'' was the stern rejoinder. "Then my life be upon your head, if I am hanged." "So be it, for my life came devilish near being on your head just now. "No. I've got you again, 'Tiger, and shall hold on to you." "You will find the Cave Trail best," sai d the Tiger. with a sigh, as he saw that Buffalo Bill could not be bribed. -,.For you, yes," was the smiling rejoinder, and the scout took the trail to the fort, and, without further adYenture, reached there and turned his prisoner oYer to Colonel Miles. Then the colonel and the scout had a long talk, after which Buffalo Bill gaYe orders that hi s :Men in Buckskin shottld follo\\' him <'.t once on the trail to Soldiers' H.anch, whithe r he went without rest a::; soon a s b e transferred his bridle and saddle to a fresh hors e. It was after da\\'n when he again rode up to the exsurgeon' s home, anrl Ca p t a in Hass met him as he dismounted, and said: "Your man is all right, Bill, for I performed an operation that restored him to reason. ''He knows what he owes to you. and is aware that Old Lulu has recognized him, for she was a senant in his family. ''The fact is hi s mother was an American-a relative of mine-and his father a officer. ''The boy was kidnaped when Yery young. brought up to a ia\Yless life by his outla\\' captors, and the n hecame what he is. 'He wishes to he beli cYed to be dead, but he \\ill guide you to the retreat of the Man-Tiger, he says. and yom escaped prisone\ is Tom Tresco and t h e outlaw chief." ''Good! and I ha Ye him safe at the fort. doctor, and vou s hall hear all. for in a fe\\' hours mv scouts are to be here. and we move against the I'.Ian-Tigers' retreat to-nig-ht," replied Buffalo Bill. CHAPTER X. CONCLUSIOK. For an hour did Buffalo Bill talk with Harold Benidel the youth whom he had saved from the g;ayc, and, though am:iot1 s not to worry him in his weakened condition, he got all the information necessary from the boy to make his raid upon the Man-Tigers' retreat. Buffalo B ill further learned that Valerie, the wife of the chief o f the Man-Tigers, had met the man in Galveston, become infatuated with him, and follow ed him to his border home; but he, the boy, knew that h e r eyes were at last open to just what he was, and she intended, with him, Harold Benid el, to escape from the life they led and g o t o Mexico, for the woman had a fortune in jewels. It \Yas just nightfall when Buffalo Bill and his scouts rode a way from Soldiers' Ranch Captain Hass and twenty of his cowboys accompanying them, and, going by the trails the boy had directed, the retreat of the Man-Tigers was reach ed, and the attack made at dawn. The result was the complete destruction of the band of Man-Tigers, and among those slain were found the two covYboys of the chief's cahin, who had been on the search for their f)Utlaw leader \Vith their booty and the few prisoners taken, the co\\'boys returned to the fort, while Buffalo Bill and the captain \\'ent b_v the i\[an-Tiger cabin. It \\ as open and deserted, sa,e for the dogs; but a note to her read: You will find me gone, for now I know you m all your You told me the boy. H:uold Benidel, whom I intended to take with me and return to his people. had been killed by Buffalo Bill, so I go with Black Venus alone: and you need neve r expect to see me again In fact, I belieYc the great scout, Cody, will yet capture you and hang you. Good by. Your unhappy wife, VALERIE. "So that ends," said Bnffalo Bill, and he went on to Soldiers' Ranch. where the wounded youth was told all the scout then saying: "_ -O\Y. nJy boy pare!, I ,,ill sa_v good-by, for you \\'ill of course, return to your home in i\Iexico;" ''I 1\iil, s ir, and 1 owe all to vou." -The next day Buffalo Bill rode into the fort, r.:;rectecl with cheers, and. two hours after, the ManTigcr chief and hi s men paid the penalty of their crimes. :.\Iont_e Jose. the gambler, going from Trails Cross to see the execution. T el E:\ll. \\eek s issue (?\ o. 52) wiil contain: "Buffalo Bill's Boy Pare!; or, Training the Buckskin Boy." The great scout's adventures w-ith a boy companion, whom he trained in the kriowledge of border lif e and fighting, and \1-ho was an apt pupil.

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I Just take a look on the op p o sit e page, boys, a n d then look at the back c ov er What do y o u think of that offer, b o ys? I sn' t it great! What a splendid chance y o u hav e. Don't let it slip past you, but b u c k le down t o w ork r ight away. One of t h e b i ggest offers ever mad e i n t hi s W eekl y and you c a n t a ffo r d to m iss it. Get into the contest right away. The n a m e s o f the pri z e winner s in the c o n tes t tha t h a s just dos e d wi ll b e anno u nced in t w o w eeks. Watch out for the anno u n c e m e n t. Mayb e you' ll find your n a me in it. I\ B ear S tory ( B y Maylon E Bush, Mic h. ) When I lived in the woods in the Red Lake region in the northern part of Minnesota, I made the aequaintauee of a boy by the name of Eddie Button. My mother had gone visiting tq, Minneapolis, and my father nncl I were alone. I went up to Etldie's one day, and his father had just killed a large bear. This made Ed and I crmr.y to go hunting, so we arranged to tell our fathers that we were going hunting squir rels, as Mrs. Button had o-one with my mother. My father had a fine l'if'ie, and so did Mr. Button. The next day I started for Ed's house. He got. his gun, and we started for Diamond Point, a kind of cape in the lake that was full of thick underbrus h We got there abou t two o'clo::k and roasted some squirrels that we had shot. Then we began to beat the brush. We had not gone more than a quarter of a mile when we heard a crash, and we both jumped upon the trunk of a fallen tree. In about a second a d ee r came rnnning past, and we both.fired. 'l'he d eer fell, but got up again and ran away. Our rifles were repeaters. We were tired, s o we sat on the tt'ee abou t ten minutes when we h enrd a kind of a snarl or and a l atge black bear came lumbering along. We uoth were scared, so said: "You stay here whil e I go around behind the bear." "Go along, then," I said, and he started. He got down and tried to sneak around, but the bear saw him and started after him, and I tired at tlle b ear and hit him in the hip. 'rhis turned him on me, and I shot at him again, but at rnndoru. I dropped my rifle and unsheathed my hunt kni fe. I stubbed my toe and fell, and t.he bear was on me in no time . I w a s scare
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28 THE BUFF J\LO BILL STORIES. my horse being fleet of foot, I felt comp!l!'atively safe. As we neared the middle of the forest my horse appeared restless. Suddenly the noble stopped, backed, reared on his haunches, then dashed madly forward. And when I conid 1ei11 him sufficiently to find the cause of alarm I could hear at the distance of some hunw. !\f.1 Adventure in a Duck Boat. (By John Bnrus, New York.) ' On .l\.p;dl r51 190r, a number of friends ancl myself decided to go. to ou1 village across the river iu a boat and piny There were aboui eight other boys besides the ones that were left on shore, and as we were a s .anxious to go over 1(he1;e as the rest we decided to go, too. :. ') There w 'as only one boat to go in and as that would only hold eight rest of u s bunted :uound until we found a duck boat, which is t wo inches above water line. 'l'he rest 0f them got to the other side all safe aud sound, but, alas! \re that went in the boat were doomed to a good wetting. As the boat leaked the water came in through the leak(> rapidly. When a.bout in the middle of the creek ou1 weight and that'ot:the water ljank the boat. W e all went down, but oIJly two of us could swim. As my clothing wa!) the heaviest of of cou.rse, -ient to the bottom like a stone. of the d?ve down and got hold of my collar and hold er 1t until a boat came from the shore and rescued us.' As the nearest drowned of any of them I of course was tlllked' !!(> the most. Afte1 we had got on laud the baseball gafn-e was and we went home,,a b:adly frightened crowd. Holding Up the Tramp. (By Laurence Willey, N. H.) I will tell my readers of my adventure with a tramp. One day I was going to a small town a few miles fl'.om the city. There was a man a few steps in front of me going in the same direction. He stopped and waited t.ill I caught up with him. I was taken by surprise for in a minute he grabbed me. Just then I heard a whistle from an apptoaching train. I had been walking down the track. He made for the woods just as the train went by. Then he tu med my pockets inside out. He got a revolver that I ha. 1 have never seen him anq ne\er want to any more. An Exciting Experience. (By Curtis Seward, Pa.) I am now twelve years of age,, 3nd when I was about seven years of age t here was a man in our town that had a ring in his nose and everybody was afraid of him. Women and children scarcely ever ventured out after One day while I was playing with my playmates I happened to, look a1md and seein g this man with the 1fog in his nose coming down toward us, I ran to my mother and cried for her to open the gate, but she did not hear my cry. So I ran :-me! hid behind a tree. After a while I came ottt from behind the tree and he was still on the street. I was sure to watch him until he was out of my reach. The man disappeared in a Yery .short time, and then I ran home. My mother told me if that man ever got hold of me he would eat me alive. I never had such an experience since and when I think of it it makes me shiver. My first Deer. (By Alva Towers, Me.) On the 5th day of January a chum of mine, Andy Arnold, and myself "ere hunting o n the Upper Peninsula of Michi gan, ab6l1t t\\ "enty miles due north of a small town named \Jladstone. We had been there then about ten days, and An(1y who was a man about. forty-fi \ e years old, and' had fought Inctians and al1 of heasts on the plair1s, and in the mottntalns of the great Northwest, had kilJed two deer, a bear and about two dozen turkeys while I had only about seven turkeys to my credit I 1rnd hall three pretty 8hots, but I always was afflicte d with a dolent attack of buck ague at the moment, and I bad m issecl "ith a great deal of regularity. Of course I felt a little blue to think my partner could get close enoL1gh to a dee!' to kill them with a Spencer repeater, while I could not kill them with the improved Savage rifle I was carrying. But to go back to my story. On the morning of the 5th I wa::; sttollin g nrol1nd our camp, and about 150 yards from t .be shack I struck a fres h deer track. "Now," I thought to myself, "I will track him down and kill him without Jetting Andy know anything -about it, 11 for I knew if he was along who would kill the deer, and r wautecl to kill it myself, so I went back tot.he shack whete Andy was sewing up a rent in his hunting shirt, got my rifle and told him I was going oul to see if I could g;.ct :'l turkey. I a,lso took the pains to put some canned biscuit and a chunk of yenison in my pocket when lie w;ttin't looking and was ie1J.
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THE BUFF ALO Bill STORIES. 29 When the gun cracked he bounded away into the brush nnd I thought I had mi s sed him. I took his track again, and about twenty yards from where I fired at him I found him stone de a d with a btt1let through his heart. I quickly dressed hi!Il and swung him up on a limb out Of reach of beat or wolves. And the n it came o ver me all of a sudden that I was lost. I started to go a s stt'aight as possible, but found myself walking in a circle. At length at nightfall I sank down, tired out. I was awakened late that night by Andy, who had followed my trail. /\ Call. \By Grover C. Parker, Texas.) One beautiful morning of about two years ago a lot of us boys concltided we w oul<'l stay out of school and g o hunting and fishing Well, about g :30 a. m. we met a t a railroad bridge about a mile from town and stal'ted for a pond seven or eight miles away W e we1e about two hours making the distance. When we reached t .he po11C1 we fo11t1d plenty of duck and a great many fis h. Fit-s t w e shot n few dncks and then took one of the du cks to bait our hooks to fis h wibh. We cnug}lt a few fish and sat d own to' eat ou1 dinner. Wh e n we had about finished eating we hearcl a freight train whistle. One of the bo y s Sflid, "Let's l'ic1e that il'ain home," and all said," All right," f 01' we were tired out wn1king. The train stopped to get water nt the pond and we climbed up on t h e cars for a ride. It ha1t gone about a mi1e when we concluded it was going too fa s t, nnd woi.1ldn't. stop nt tOtrn. So e all jumped off. Some of the boys htt1 t their feet when they jilmped off. But I came witbiu an inch of getting tun over. 'I'hat broke rue from 1iding trains. J\ Noble Creature (By E J. Nieman, In.) Early in June m y coustn an
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.1 BOYHOODS OF FAMOUS MEN. This department contains ea.ch week the stery of the early career of some celebrated American. Watch for these stories a n e read them, boys. They aie of the most fascinating interest. Those alr e a d y published are: No. i-Buffalo Bill; No. 2-Kit Carson; No. 3-Texas Jack; No. 4-Col. Daniel &one ; Nes. 5 and 6-David Crockett; No. 7-Gmera'l Sam Houston; Nos. 8 and 9 Lewis Wetzel; Nos. lO and it-Capt. John Smith; No. 12-Wild Bill; No. 13-Dr. Frank Powell, the Surgeon Scout; No. 14-Buckskin Sam; Ne. 15-Seneca Adams ("Old Glizzly" Adams); No. 16-Pony Bob (Bob Haslam); No. 17-Major John M. Burke (Arizona Jack ) ; No. JS-Kit Carson, Jr.; No. 19-Charles Emmett ( Dashing Charlie ) ; No. 20-Alf Slacle ; N o 21-Arizona Charlie ( Charlie Meadows); No. 22-Y e11ow Hair, the White Boy Chief (WiUiam Burress); No. 23Broncho Billy ( William Powell ) ; No. 24Sqt iaw-Man Jack (John Ndrnn) ; No. 25-Major Lamar Fontai11e (the Sharpsaooter King) ; No. 26Buck Taylor (King of the Cowboys ) ; No. 27-Bruin Adams (J. F. C. Adams); 28-California Joe. No. 29-Pawnce Bill (Gordon lilfy). The hero of tllis sketch of the meu of Borderland left his home from the fact that tlte longing to sec wild life among the Indians caused his father to allow Jiim to go out to the Indian Territory to visit a n uncle who had a ranch the!'e. But Gordon Lilly, in his early boyhood and years of 110.me life, had shown a wonderful skill for getting into mischief, while he was daring to recklessness and al ways willing to take the pat't of tlae under dog in a fight He was brought up te riie well, sho(}t, swim and take care of himself in trouble, and of ethers who needed his aid. He attended a country school and wa:; a good scholal', a hanrlsome fellow and of a well-proportioned form, though not tall. But between the teachers of the school and Gordon there was war continua1ly. 1 The cause of Gordon's dislike for the teacher, which seemed fully 1eciprocated, was on account of the boy having one dny offered himself for the thrashing which the master was going to give a sickly little fellow for scme tl'iviat offenee. The teacher showed his evil dispm;ition by whipping Gordon soundly, deliberntely intending to whip the little fellow, t oo, although he had pretended to accept a substitute. This Gordon stoutly resisted, and the result was a roughanct-tumble :fight, in which the boy got the worst of i t though the teacher dfd not come off unscarred. F1om that day there was bad blood between the and Gordon. Among the girl pupils the school was a maiden of sixteen, the iaughter of a poer but well-educated ranner, and his only child. .Her name was Della Hunt, and she was gentle. iovabie and the belle of the ceunty since. she was fourteen years of age. Upon her the tJttor, !'loss, seemed to have cente1ed his love, for he was partial to her at all times in her studies, aided her more than any other of the scholars, and was only too glad when recess came, when he could give her a lesson in drawing, a tuition that was wholly grntuitous, as it was not in-cluded in the school exercises. . That Della was deeply impressed with the young teachel' there could be no doubt. , Ross, however, had ene strange habit, and tnat was to mount bis horse on Friday afternoons, when school was over, and go, no one knew where, until Monday morning. He was wont to say that he visited an old friend in the mountains, but Gordon's keen eyes showed him that the teacher often looked very blue l)fter his trips, and all. day Monday would nod in h,is chair and generally neglect recitations. One Friday Gordon did not appear at school and as usual Ross depa1>ted after hours hti;; weekly trip. Bu.the had not gone very far before he met a young girl on horsepack, who said she was a stranger in the country, and was going to seek relatives living in the mountains . She confessed to the teacher that she had i10 near kindred, her parents had died in the city, and with what money she had. whic}l was considerable, she was.going to buy a little h9me in s ome village aud become a i;cbool teacher. R oss promi8ecl her his aid, and the twO'rode on together to "ard the mountains. The following Monday the teacher was at bis desk, looking pale and haggard, but Gordon was still absent. As school was closing, Ross told the scholars they were all invited with their parent s to Farmer Hunt's home o n the l!oming 'Wednesday, to th-e marriage of himself and Della, the maiden ending her school life that day to become his wife. Della blushed and hung he! head, and then burst into tems and kissed a ll the gi r ls, and shook h ands with all the boys in farewell, and t h e n Ross led her to her horse, placed he1 in the saddle, and was mounting his own animal when he saw a pal'ty of some thirty horsemen coming toward the school house. At a glance he recognized them as tb"'e parents of his pupils, and turning Yery pale as he de .scried Gordon at their head he called out: "Come, Della, for yottr life, come with me!" Involuntarily, she obeyed, and they darted in rapid flight, to the of all the school children, while with loud cries the horsemen started in pursuit. Both the teacher and Della were well mounted, and they sped awa y like the wind along the mountain road, while the farmers came on in hot chase. But Gordon "as also splendidly mounted, on a wiry roan, which had won many a long rnc e and h e began to gain on the fugitives very slowly, and at the same time rapidly increase the distance betweel\ himself and his companions. Every now and then he \\'Ottld observe Della glance back, and recognizing he1 father among the pursuers. attempt to draw l'ein; but Ross would at such times lay his whip upon her Lorse-and the enraged and ff'ightened animal would again fly onward. Gordon in the meantime l1ad drawn near enough to see that the teacher held the rein of Della' s horse, and that he seemed to use force to make her accompfmy him, and he urged his roan mare to greater speed, for h e knew if R o ss reached the mountain path a hundred yards ahead of him, he could hurl stones down upon him that would not only keep him hut the entire number iu chase at bay, as one man could hold that steep pathway against fifty. 'hat Ross always went armed with a revolver Gordon also knew, but he had his own trusty Colt's, a prize he had' won at a shooting match and did not fear the teacher and so pressed on. Nearer and nearer the fugitives drew to the mountain pass. So -0n he urged Racer, as he had named his horse, and saw that. he was gaining rapidly. 'hree times he raised his revolver, but, uncer.tain of his aim, lowered it, until, seeing that he must .firce dr the teacher escape, he pulied ,' . The black horse ridden by Ross gave a migl1ty hottnd a '1id S\Yerved so badly that his rider was c9mpeUed to rele:t .se Della's rein, and at instant Gordon and the black w ent down, hurlmg the teacher over his bead. Ere Ross could rise to his feet, Gordon dashed up and got a

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THE BUFF /\LO BILL STOR!ES. Sj bullet in his left at'm. But he instlntly returne d the fire, and Ross sank forward upon his face. "Oh, Gordon! you have ) n fatmhottse which '" as his home. Under the physician's cnrc he was not long iu r ecovering. Della l e arneed alone. 11t G ordon was s wif t of foot, fo l loweirect G fo r i1is foe. t. last be saw hiru l\ith n party of othe r e nn<1 b y inquiry ottnd out that h e w a s called a g ambler in the towu, w;'\s hen. going to the snloon to p l ny cat'.dH. . "I' m only a bor, and they won' t let me 10, but !'11 yet e x -11ose l\fr. E c1gn t he saic1, aloud, nnd his words were lea!'d by n !:Hly who wati passing, nnd who wotc a hcnvy veil. "I heard you speak n name l know well, young tnal) ; are ou n<'quaintec l with Ed.gar Ros s ?" said. Gordon w11s s urpl"i B ed thnt lie had spoken nloud, bu t told lie lady all he knew n h oti t Ross an<'\ fra11kly 8ait1 he hated 1im fo r whippin g him, as he lt:lll, and jhte1)<1C d to be renrngell 1pon him. 1'b e u Gol'd o n he: i n l her s t o r y, a nd i t was t !rn' t she the ife o f Ro:-11, wh o m he: h :1d and be l icYed c1end, b n t v Jio had tra cked him t o the maiden who ind inherited t h e fortnnc and which. she s u specte d wns hi s incntiol!. Gordon then p ropos ed that she s \lould g o with him to his ather's and whe n they arriYcd there on Monday F armer Ittnt wa10 sent for, and iv h o le story of villai n y c nme 1 ut. The 11ei ghbors he1<1 Hn imlig: i n ti o n m eet i ng, a11d mount-1ng tl:jeir s tarted for foe t o nnest the eacher. aod t .he rei>11lt i s nlrearl:< known. Ross was taken hf1ck to h i s old home, tried and for he attempt to kill hii! wife, nod sent to prison, while Della oon ,got over her first Jon?, ::ind tn[lrried a worthy yot\ng armer. A.s fo1 be bcc;a1pe a hero, and, thirst.Ing for ad entttr e, mounted Race; one antl 11nl'led with rjfle and evolver, qy his fai thful dog, set out for tbe ViJd \li'ei?t Oi1 l i i,.; l ong to the l n l1i:u 1 Territory; G o rn .on Lilly, o f tifte.en hntl lo fnce d e adl y that Ould lat\ e i.i j e d the uCiye of any ma. One night he was att acke(1 in hjs lonely cntnp by two tramps, whom he had given a supper to and allowed to sletip by hi s tire. But they had fo1gotten the dog, Buffalo Bill, who sprang upon one ns he crept, knife in hand, upon the sleeping boy'. .A$ the o ther trnmp tiJ erl t1pon the clog, whom Gol'don Lilly had named lift e r the great scout abotit whom he had read so much, Gordon a 1so fir e d and the mnn fell de a d. The tramp held by Buffalo Rill in a death grip was so hadly injured that Gordon mounted his horse and rode to the near est viJl::tge and reported what he had dohe. A trial followed, wit h a delay of days, but property and weapon s fotlud on the two n'len-for the s econd one had died -showed that they were desperate characters and the boy Wf;l S allowed t o go on his way. At n farmhouse where he put uv for the night, the farmer, learning that the boy h a d some sb:t. y dollars, tried to kill and rob him thut nighi, bttt got a bad wound fo1 his trouble, n11 G ordon suspected him. In a swollen s t.teatn one d a y h e would hnve been drqwne4 but for his d og, who e qme i.o his 1 esrue ancl llided l)im ashore, when he w a s tirecl ou t fro m tl' y ing t.o release his hotse froin s oni e tangled brushwood i n which he had been caught. His hors e wa s drowned, but the brave boy swam !lI\<.1 relenRCcl fro m i t the sarldle, brid1 e aJ)d outfit, and got thel)l asho r e His thing3 w ere all we t bla n kets an\ttli wa s piom1 of his name, gi ven him by the seout, who tolrl him to look hiin up a t the fot't if he eve r wi&):ied to go scottting. S oon after hill unde, having solide for th.6se who cfue to

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BlJff l\LO BILL (LtARGE SIZ:&.) Containing the Only Stories Authorized by Hon. WILLIAM F. CODY ( "Buffalo 23-Buffal8 Bill on the Trail of the Renegades; or. The Masked Marauders. 24-Buffalo Lone Hand ; or. Fighting Bandits and Redskins. 25-Buffalo Bill's Warning; or, Malo, the Mexican's Death Deal. 26-Buffalo Bill and the Prakie Whirlwind; or, The Three Avengers. 27-Buffalo Bill Entrapped; or, The Phantom of the Storm. 28-Buffalo Bill in the Den of the Chief; or, One Chance in a Thousand. 29-Buffalo Bill's Tussle with Iron Arm. the Renegade; or, Red Snake, t h e Pawnee Pard. 30-Buffalo Bill on the Roqst Trail; or, The Redskin Heiress. 31-Buffalo Bill's Peril; or, Going It Alone in Dead Man's Gulch. 32-Buffalo Bill in Massacre Vallev; or, T h e Search for the Mi ssing Ranger.1 33-Buffato Bill in the Hidden Retreat; or, T h e Captives o f Old Bear Cl aws. 34-Buffalo Bill's Disappearance; or, The Stranger Guide of t h e Rio Grande 35-Buffalo Bill's Mission; or. The Haunt of the Lone Medicine Man. 36-Buffalo Bill and the \.\loman in Black; or, In League with the T oll-Takers. 37-Buffalo Bill and the Haunted Ranch; or, The Disappearance of the Ranchman's Daughter. 38-Buffalo Bill and the Danite 1-\idnape rs; or. T h e Green River M
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it t t I t t t I t I t t t t t t t t t t t++++++++H+++ I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I -: .. H+H-+i-++++++++ I I I I I f H f I f f I f :H I f I I I f f f Seven of FOR FULL PARTICULARS LOOK ON PAGE 26. Here is a Photograph and Description of 011e of the Outfits. t The Famous Fishing Tackle 1\ssortmen-! ASSORTMENT CONTAINS THE FOLLOWING: 6 Otsego Lines, waterproof, at IO eents ............... $ .Ge 6 Floats, aclJustable, at 5 cients . . . . . . . . . . . . .30 U Best Braided flott.on 1..lnes, at 5 cents . . . . . . . . .60 3 Ten flent Furnished Lines ......... ..... . . . . . .30 8 Five CJent Furnished Lines . . . . . . . . . . . . . ..to 8 Three Cent Furnished Lines . . ............... .'. . . .24 H One flent Lines . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 72 2( Two flent Lines... .... .......... ........ .......... ..ts U One tlent Furnished Lines ....... .... ............ $ .2( 6 Five flent Float, Fumlsh>d Lines . . . . . . . . .30 5( Sinkers, at I c:ent........... ... . . . .. . .. .. . ,5, 200 Hooks, at 1 c:ent each ... ... . ...... ....... ..... 2.00 700 Hooks, 2 for 1 cient .... ... . . . . .... ....... ... 3.50 100 Hooks at 2 cents . .............................. 2.00 3 Dozen Hooks, 2 cients eac:h . . . . . . . . 72 6 Trolling Spoons, at 10 eents.............. . . . . .60 SEVEN CIVEN AWAY. See Page 26. $13.5' ............ ....._ ...... ....._....., .... -......++++I I I I I I I I I I I t I I I I I I I I I I I t I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I II l I t t t I I t I I I I 1 HI I I I I t I t I I I I I I


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