Buffalo Bill's vow of vengeance, or, The scout's boy ally

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} I i ssued Weekly. By S u scrzptio n $250 pe r ye a r --------THE TWO HUGE CATAMOUNT S C AMF. AT B UFF.HO BILL, AND IT WAS WELL FOR HI.Id 1 HA'l' H l S AIM .


Jsnutl 1Vl/y. By StilJScn'jtW,. lzJt> pw year. Entered as Second Cla.rs Jtl"atter at the N. Y. Ptut Oj/iet, by STREET a: S?.IITH, ;u8 Wi11ilzm SI., N. Y. Entereil acurdin,r-t11 Act of Conp-ess in tlle year upa, in tlze Office of tlu L1'brari'an of Washing-ton, D. C. No. 53. NEW YORK, May 17, 1902. Price Five Cents. BUFFALO B1irs vow OF VENGEANCE; OR, The Scout's Boy 1\llye By the author of "BUFF ALO BILL." CHAPTER I. BUFFALO BILL'S VOW. When Buffalo Bill, chief of scouts at Fort Blank. made a vow of vengeance, all who knew him felt certain that he would keep it. All knew, too, that he had come to utter a revenge ful oath against the Trail Raiders, for their chief had Yery nearly cost the great scout his life-in fact, he had caused him to have a very narrow escape from death by hane-ing, for, as an honored scout at Fort Blank. a man respected, if not liked, he had become second in command of the men in buckskin at the military post, and his charges against Buffalo Bill, backed by circumstantial evidence, had very nearly done the fatal act for William F. Cody. But Buffalo Bill had not only proven Scout Monte a traitor and a plotter, but that he was in reality a spy of the outlaw band known as the Trail Raiders, and had brought him to justice. In this good work the scout had been aided by Captain Cecil Lorne, an officer who was a warm friend of Cody's; Keno, one of his, scouts, anJ Ben Hurst, a youth who was known as the Brave Boy in Buckskin, and whom Buffalo Bill had found on the prairie one night, alone with his dead, for the Trail Raiders had swooped down on thcamp that night and wiped out his parents, brother and servants, and left the fate of his sister Lou unknown. The bodies of the others the boy and the scout had found, but the sister's remains could not be dis cmered-in fact, no trace of her, dead or alive. Ben, then fifteen, was away from the camp searching for his pony, and so missed the massacre. "I shall not rest with the execution of that man, Monte, Colonel Barry," Cody had said, "for his band must be wiped out, and I believe that they know something about that poor boy's sister, as I cannot believe that she is


' 2 THE BUFF "Dead or alive, however, I must and shall l\nmv; mean it, while I solemnly vow, sir, that l will hunt down the Trail Raiders to their just doom." Thns had BuEalo Bili registered his vow of .engeance, and Colonel Barry that it wonl d be kept. \Vhat had drawn Buffalo Bill to the fatal camp was hearing the notes of a bugle plaintively echoing upon the prairie and fillingthe night with melody. lt was the boy, Ben Hurst, relieving his pent-up feeling by playing npon hi s silver bngle, an few co<.1id play as lie did. Colonel Barry. when Cody took the boy to the fort, gladly made i1i111 a bugler. and in several battles thi:brave youth had sho\\'11 himself a hero. fle fairlv icloliz ect Buffalo Bill and was known as Pard. Buffalo B i ll's Boy Ally, and the Hoy Bravo in Bucks kin for he always wore a buckskin suit. .He was loved by aH, lrn t hi s hc:ro aud boon com panion was the great scout. \iVhen, therefore, Buffalo Bill had told him that he would yet iinJ out the fate of his sister, In: had faith that he \Vould do so. The charge which Monte h a d pressed so hard against Buffalo Bill had been made from tlte dying, lips o f Bill Bronze, also a traitor scout, as was later proven, who, in the pay of his chief. had ambushed the grea t scout at Padre's Rock to kill him, but had bee n s l ain by the man whose life he sought to take. Riding on, believing Bill Bronz e dead. Buffalo B.ill later learned that Monte had appeared upon the scene, found hi s companio11 111 g11ill mortally vrnunded, and prevailed upon hi1p to charge Buffalo B ill with shooting him down in cold blood. For payment ior this :,r onte was to see that the daughter of B ill Bronze, whos e real name was Dai!as. 1\'as t o receive the blood money, the poor girl not knowing her father to he other than the rancher represented himself to be. For the money. to be gi\'en to his

THE BUFF ALO B I L L STOR I ES. 3 a drink, fo r you mud

4 ifHE BU ff /\LO BILL STORIES. bridled, ready for a race should it be necessary, and b i s riRe hun.g at his saddle-horn. The animal was a splendid one. and, in fact, his "-peed and bottom had saved his master from being s11spended from a tree on several occasions. The man was clad in bnckskin, wore a belt of arms, carrying a knife and four revoJyers, and his face was repulsive in the extreme. Dad Ben \\as the name he was known by, !incl he descned it. for he was one of the most wicked r ; ;s,1als h;:i.t haunted the prairie. ''\Vith tha money," he continued, keepi:ig his eyes on the distant trail, ''I \\ill dt1st out o' this, fer 'tain"t healthy fer a man in a community whar they offers a thousand.dollars fer him, dead or alive. 'I'li strike fer New Mexico, and I guesses that p;Ht o' ther kentry will jist soot me. "Ef thcr gal comes, tho'?" and he peered anx.: iously into tbe distance in search for the hoped-for maiden. "Ef I had er place ter take her, and some one ter negotiate fer me, I'd hold he,r fer ransom, es them Brents w'u'd pay a big sum fer her, being as she i s left in their charge. ''But l might git a rope cravat while waitin', so f'll jist sail off with what I kin git. "Ah! thar ,comes some one." He looked earnestly at the person who had c:wght his eye. and then continued: "Yas, I knows th et prettli hat o' hem. "It are ther leetle gal, an' she are alone." Ile fairly capered with delight at this discovery, and then kept his eye upon the coming horsewoman. Her pony was corning on at a long canter, and she sat upright in the saddle, her face pale, yet fearless. Turning from the direct trail, she came on toward the timber, bringing her pony down to a walk as she neared the spot of her meeting with the desperado. ''Waal, leetle gal, yer is gamer than a hungry . volf !" cried Bad Ben, as she rode into the timber and halted near the spring. "A.nd you arc as vicious as a hun.gry wolf. ''But I do not fear you, and have come to keep my -promise," was the bold repJy "Did yer keep yer promise, tho'?" "Am I not here?" ''Yas.'' ''Then why ask if I kept my promise?" "Did yer bring th er money?" "I did." 'An' yer gold trinhts ? "You see that I wear my earrings, you have my watch and chain, and, see, here are my rings." She off her gloves as she spoke, r e v ealing two very pretty little hands, and upon several of her fingers were rings of considerable value. "\i\Taal, yer is a honey, an' ef yer is engaged to sum fine feller, I'll leave yer the engagement ring." "No; I am not engaged. "\Vill be soon, "l guesses, fer yer hain't ther kind o' a gal that the-r fellers will let alone." The girl laughed lightly, and made no reply, while the desperado said: "V/aal, chuck off ther rings, an' ther ear-bobs, fer I don't want yer ter lose no time." "Take the gold first." "'vVhar is it?" ''In the saddle pocket. The fellow stepped to the side of 11er horse and un fastened the flap of her saddle-pocket, and saw within a buckskin bag. vvhich was filled with gold. "Thar is five hundred dollars thar ?" "Count them yourself, and see." The man placed his hand upon the bag to take it out, but found that it was caught in some way, so used both hands. As he did so a reyo]ver muzzle was thrust squarely into one eye, while the silvery voice of the ni.aiden said firmly : "Bad Ben, I want you! Up_ with your hands. or I pull trigger!'' "'vVolves an' coyotes! Gal, what does ye:r mean?" "Just what I say. you 'villain! Up with your hands, or yon die!" He glanced up into her face, and saw that she meant every word that she uttered, and promptly he raised his hands above his head. "Clasp your hands together!'' was the next order. Sullenly the desperado obeyed With her disengaged hand she took a lariat, which hung at her saddle-horiJ, and slipped the noose over his ari11S and clbo\"VS, drawing them tightly together. I Then coil after coil was wound round h1s wHsts and arms until the man was a prisoner and wholly at her mercy. "Gal, this are a joke? Yer don't meant thet yer a re in yarn est?" "I do; in dead earnest, as you shall se e.''


t'HE BUff'l\LO BILL STORIES. "Yer hes orol.rt ter see them hang me." "No, for I shall not g o to the banging; but, know ing of your many red deeCis, 1 would do wrong were I to relec>.se you. "\Vere you a common robber, I would disarm you and let you go, but now you will have to suffer the penalty of your crimes. "Come, move, and go on foot. for I will lead your horse, as I fear to trust you on his back." "I'll not stir one step, gal." "You must." "I says I won't." "Do you wish me to kill you?" "Yas, fer it are better ter die now from a bullet than to go an' get my neck stretched," was the dogged reply. The maiden was in a quandary, for what to do she uid not know. To shoot the man, she would not think of such a thing, unless he attempted to attack her or to es cape. She well that he deserved death for his many crimes, an it she also knew that he would soon be dis posed of if she took him to the settlement. She would not shrink from her duty, though. and yet how was she to get him there? "You will not go, you say?" she suddenly asked, c>.s a thought flashed through her mind. "Not a step." "'vVe sh:ill see, then." She made a noose in the end of the lariat she held, and threw it about his body. Then she made it fast to the saclle-horn, and said : Corne Bird, you will haYe to drag this gentleman, and I will ride his horse." She spri'l ng from her saddle as she spoke, and, ap proaching the splendid animal of the desperado. pulkd up the lariat-stake and leaped into the sad dle. "Come, Bird," she called out to her horse, and the animal, well -trained and obedfont, walked toward her. From side to side Bad Ben bounded, but the mus tang moved on after its pretty mistress, pulling the ruffi a n along, in spite of his fierce struggles, the maiden, pistol in hand, rode on ahead, a beautiful guard 0\-er a particularly ugly human wretch. CHAPTER IV. BLJFFALO BILL, THE SCOUT. The violent struggles of the desperado to free him self and to hang back. could not la s t long, as the maiden captor of the ruffian \Veil knew. But she was unprepared to see him, as his strength failed, suddenly throw himself at full length upon the prairie and allow the pony to drag him. ''If I allow my heart to soften toward him; he \\'ill giYe me more trouble, so I'll let Bird drag him a while, and he'll soon get tired of it." she said to her self. But just then she saw a horseman coming toward her at a rapid gallop. Quickly she halted, calling to her pony to do the same, while she raised the Pifte of the pl'isoner, which was hanging at the saddle-horn, not knowing but that she might have to face a foe. The appearance ()f the horseman was assuring, howeveL He was mounted upon a jet-black steed that came


, l'HE BUFF J\LO BlLL STORIES. on at a swinging lope, with arched neck and graceful carriage that seemed to mind neither the weight he bore nor the distance he had traveled. His saddle and bridle were Mexica!1 make, and were very rich in workmanship, being spangled with silver. The rider was dressed in buckskin, and wo'i"e his leggings stuck in high and handsome cavalry boots, the heds of which were armed \vith massive spurs. About his waist, and half-hidden by his short jacket, was a sash, in which were a pair of revolvers ai1d a knife, and at his back hung a repeating rifle, and to the saddle-horn a lariat. The face of the horseman was certainly very fascinating, darkly bronzed in complexion, with large e:yes, most expressive, and a regularity of features that was perfect. His hair fell in clusters upon his broad shoulders, gauntlet gloves covered his hands, and a broad brirtfmed sombrero, embroidered with gold, sat jauntily upon his head. Raising his sombrero as he approached, he gazed with s ome surprise at the maiden and her prisoner, and said, po1itely and in a rich voice: "Can I aid you, miss? for you have a very unruly customer there." "Thank you, senor; I shall esteem it a favor, as I confess he is more than I can manage." "It does not look so, for he appears to be your. prisoner." "Yes; I captured him a while ago," and the maiden laughingly told the story of her adventure of the day before, and her determination to capture the wretch. "Ah! you say he is known as Bad Ben?" "Yes, senor." "I recognize him, now that I get a look at his ugly face." "Yas, an' I knows yer, too, Buffalo Bill, ther scout," growled the p.risoner. "Then yon know that you will have to obey, for I will stand no trifling. "Now, miss, what are your orders?" "I wish the man to get up and go with me to the settlement." "He \1\1111 do it, of course." "In corse, I won't," was the sullen r.eply. ';Permit me to ask you to ride your horse, and I will place him upon his." The maiden sprung to the ground, and held tht rein of the desperado's horse, while the handsomf man whom Bad Ben had called Buffalo Bill raisec that worthy in his strong arms as though he hac been a child, and threw him across the saddle. A lariat then bound him firmly to the saddle, a11d after giving the bridle-rein of the animal to thf maiden, he said, pleasantly: "There is your prisoner, miss, and I think you wil have no more trouble.with him." "I thank you, sir," and the young girl vaulted intc her saddle, while the scqut also mounted and rod< by her side on toward the settkment. CHAPTER V. THE SCOUT'S DAUGHTER. The sun was fast setting when the maiden, her prison.er and he,.r escort, Buffalo Bill, rode into the settlement. Her coming created great excitement, for she was known to many as a dashing, daring girl, who preferred to ride over the prairies to moping in the ha-cienda where she lived. Bad Ben, the desperado, was also known, and many had been the efforts made to capture him, es pecially since some deadly work of which he had lately been guilty. A reward for his body, dead or alive, had been of fered. and this had stim!Jlated a number of brave men to go on the hunt for him. Now he had been captured by a girl, and a11 listened breathlessly while she sat upon her horse telling her story to the officers of the law. ''You are en titled to the reward, miss," said the marshal. ''I do not care for the rev.-ard and, in fact, would not accept it, so leave it in your hand to give t6 the needy," was the answer of the maiden. "You are most generous, but you will, at least, ac cept the horse of Bad Ben, for he is a superb animal,". urged the marshal. "Thank you. I will take the horse,. and if you will unsaddle him I will take him to my home." "Permit me to do that much for you," said the scout, Buffalo Bill, and he seized the bridle-rein of the desperado's horse and rode off with the maiden, amid wild cries to hang the prisoner. "'They will give him no trial, I fear," said the young ,.


l I THE BU ff J\LO BILL STORIES. 7 girl, addressingthe scout, as the two rode away to gether, and the yells of the infuriated crowd grew wilder and wilder. ''I do not think that he deserves trial-see I they have seized him by force from the marshal, and are going to hang him." "Oh, this is terrible! 'Come, let us ride on and get beyond of their voices." She urged the pony into a rapid run as she spoke, and .the scout kept close to her side, the desperado's horse running along without any trouble, as though glad of the change of owners. "M. Y home is there, and, after your kindness to me, I must ask you in, and Mr. Brent will welcome you. I reside in his family." and she pointed to a handsome hacimda far in the distance. "No, thank you, for I have a duty to perform which admits of no delay. "But another time I hope to have the honor of meeting you." "I will be glad to see you whenever you can call." "Perhaps you can tell me of the one I seek. She is at the convent, I believe." i "Yes, if you seek any one there. I can tell yo. u of her, for only a few months ago I left the convent, having completed my studies. and Mr. Brent, an old friend of my father's, made me a member of his fam ily. "\Vhat is the uame, please. of the young lady you \Vould find?" "Lulu Dallas." "Indeed! Then you need go 110 further to find her, for I am Lt!lu Dallas." "You sur prise me, and giYe me pleasure, too. for I came hither tD seek you." "Ah. sir; you speak i.n such a serious tone I fear you bring me ill tidings. "Speak, I implore you! Do you come from my father?" "I do, lady-come on his account," was the re sponse. "Has harm befallen him?" and, remaining on her horse, she gazed into the face of the man before her with earnest entreaty. "I am the bearer of sad tidings for you." "Speak! what of my father, for he is all I have in the world to hear ill-tidings from?" "Your father is dead." "Dead! Oh, Mary Ylother have mercy upon me!" As the prayer burst from the white lips, the beau tiful head was bent forward and rested in the hands, while the poor girl burst into tears. The scout made no effort to check her grief. but sat in silence ,.gazing upon her. After a few moments she raised her head, and said, earnestly: "Ah, sir, do not think me a child not to control myself ; but l have gone each afternoon for a week to meet my father, whom I expected about this time. "Long yearsago, when my poor mother died, he placed me in the hacienda here, and twice each year he has visited me and a clear, generous father he has been to me. "Now you tell me that he is dead, and that I look for him no more." "Yes; your father met his death at the hands of a foe I may say." "Killed?" gasped the young girl. "Yes; he was shot down while he was engaged in his duties as a scout at the fort." "His duties as a scout?'' "Yes, miss." "Is there not some mis take?" "None." My father was a ranchero.'' father was William Dallas \, as he not?" "Such was his name. "He was an American?" "Y cs." "And married your mother in :Mexico, for sh e \Vas the daughter of a Mexican don?" ''Yes, s enor." "Then there is no mistake, for your father was no t a ranchero, but a scout at Fort Blank. and there he WClS known as Bill Bronze. ' "Indeed. \Vhy senor, my father led me to be lieve that he had a small cattle ranch long miles from "Perhaps he did so, miss, to' keep you from anxiety, knowing that you would fear for him, leading the dangerDus life of a scout." "Perhaps so. senor," sai<.1 Lulu Dallas, in a dazed kind of a way. ''Such was doubtless the case, but' a scout he certainly was. ai'd he served under me at Fort Blank, where I am chief of scouts.


8 THE B U ff J\LO BI L L STORIES. ''Dying. he left his money for you. and I have come because he fired upon me from ambush, yet i t to turn over to you this package of bills, which con-death by my hands all the same, and well do I know tains something over three thousand dollars, as you that most of the money paid to the girl was paid to: will see by counting the money.'' Bronze as a fee to kill me; but that she does not ''Senor, there is &Orne slrange mystery in all that know, thank God and she must not know that herf you tell me.'' father was an outlaw and a spy in the fort. "1 'ot in the least, miss. ''Fortunately, the girl has a good home 'with ::}fr) "Your father was a scout, and the money which he Brent-but who would suspect her of being the had saved up he sends you here. daughter of Bill Bronze? "It is all that he had, and I will ask you to let me I wish her only happiness, and am mighty' go with you to the hacieuda and receive from you a glad to ha\1e served her. receipt for it.'' "But now I'll look up a camp fo1 the night, for T "Certainly; but. oh! what a bitter blow you ha,e could not bear to stay under the same roof with the given me!" daughter of Bill Bronze. She moved on once more toward her home, and "/.s my time is not I'll scout a 'nd the scout entered with her and told again to tl:e try to get a few pointers on the Trnil Raiders, and inmates of the hacienda the story which he had made once more go over the ground where the Hurs t train known to the maiden. was attacked. for I cannot believe my Boy Pard's sis-''The sefior speaks the trnth. Lulu. yGur father was ter was killed. or ''"anderecl off to die on that fateful a scout. hut for some reac;on wished the secret kept night, but rather that :-he was carried off a captive from you, and I ne\"er t o ld you that he was not a the Trail Raider". and held for ransom. ranchero, as he pretended to be." o:aid l\fr. Bye1 t. "Harl she escaped fron.1 the camp. and thus missed "I cannot understan," and the scout rode into a clump from Lulu a receipt for the money paid ner,' 1C deof timber, staked his horse out. found a good restingparted from the hacienda and rode back on his. trail. plf'lce, and was soon asleep. CHAPTER VI. WHAT BUFFALO BILL O\'ERHE,\RD. "That wa::: a yery cruel ordeal for me. the cn1ele:-t of my \rhole life, to have to go to that girl, whose father I had killed, and give to her n;bney left to her by my unworthy frie11d, Bill Brc/11ze," remarked Buffalo Bill as he rode along the traiV after his visit to the Brent ranch, where he had taken Lulu Dallas. Continuing to muse, the scout ,,ent on: "l do not believe that the colonel considered, when ne asked me to find the girl and h ,and over to her the money, that I had killed her fath1er, but merely con that I was the one to get sa:fely through the country with it. "Vvell, it is over with, and 1 do 111t wish another duty like it, for, though I killed Bill Blonze and did it He \Yas awakened soon after by hoof falls . and wa instantly upon his guard, for be had to dread both Incli;rns and outlaws. Like phantoms t\\o horsemen appeared and halted near him one calling ont: Herc:: a good camping-piace, Dark. ancl l'n] tire

THE BU ff ALO BILL STORIES. 9 But Buffalo Bill had heard all that they had said, nd it decided him upon his plan of action. One thing that particularly had interested him was verhearing the negro say: "Now, Monte has been done fer by de folks at de ort, does yer think de boss is gwine ter send more pies there, Boss, fer Bill Bronze were kilt by Buf'l e r ill, too, an' hit hain't no pleasant "jol> ?" r did hear old Catamount Kit say ther chief were oin' ter send you, Dark.., "Ole Catamount Kit are a liar, fer dis nigger don't o-o dar. ''No, sah, I'm willin' ter scout 'round wid de gang, n' ter watch de gal up by de hut in de mountings, ut I hain 't goin' ter no fort-no, sah, not dis nigger chi le." The white man laughed and said: "\Yell, we got ter ther settlement all right, an got ther provisions needed at ther hut, an' ,.,,-e be got ter report to ther cap'n thet Bad Ben was c2-p,tur.ed by a gal, who tarnecl him over ter ther cowboyg; an' they hanged him, so another man hes got ter be sent ter py in his pbcc." "Yes, sah; an \\"e learnt th:it Buf'ler Bill was dar in de settlement, an helped ther gal out in her capter ')' Bad Ben; den he went back to cle fort." "Yas. so Bad Ben's blood is another one on Buf'lcr Bill's head, an' I t c ils yer, Dark, he hes go'.: ter be done fer .:ifo;-e \YC any rest in this kentry; but which clccs v;c take from here. fer we clon't want ter run u1;0'.1 thcr scot!t ?'' "Fore ck Law

to THE BUFF ALO B ILL STORIES. "You kno\\'s me, sah ?" Yes: I know. more than you think I do, for you live up at the hut of Catamount Kit in the mountains, and are one of the guards who watch a girl prisoner your chief has there, and you and Boss are just back from Rancher's Settlement. where you went to get proYisions and !>ee Bar! Ben, the spy of the Raiders at that place." ''You knows it all, Massa Bill." ''Now, tell me who the girl i s at the hut." ''What am hit wuth ter me?" for I know, as you captured her from the Hurst train, and ha,e kept her in hiding until your chief couJd get ransom money for her." "Dere is no need yer as kin' me nothin', sah, but I guesses yer wants ter find de mountings, an' I kin trade wid you, sah." "Your. horses came from there, and they know the way back, so they vyi!: lead me." "Lordy I doesn't seem ter be no count fer noth in'." "Well, I'll gi ')'OU a chance to life, and, if you tell rne he truth, we can trade for it ; but, if you do' t\ot I'll take you to the fort, and Colonel Barcy i hang you." ,, ''Massa Buf'lcr Bill, I'll tell ycr de truf. ef I never 1 did it afore, sah-jist try me." "And I will know when you lie to me." "I beliebes yer, sah." "How far is that hut from here?" ''Bout twenty miles, sah." "\\'here is it?" 'fo -Red Cliff Hills, sah." "Whose is it?" "Catamount Kit's, sah." "He is a trapper and hunter?'' 'Yes, sah." "That is he is so known at the fort, and has as pets seyeral tame catamounts." 'Yes, sah; an' dey is same as cats ter him, fer he riz 'em from kittens." ''But really he i s a spy for the Raiders--one of the band?" ''Don't tell him I tole yer, sah,. fer he is cr.howlin terrer.'! '"He is a Raider?" "Yes, sah." ''\Vho li\ es at the cabin with him?" ''..His catamoun.ts, s.ah.:' "Answer me!" "De young gal." \i\That is her name?" "I don't know, sah; but I calls her missy, an' de cap n sent me dab ter cook fo' her." '"And to watch her?" "Yes, sah. '' "\i\Tho else?" "Only Boss, sa.h, an' Kit. and his catamounts." ''All right." 'you can get supper now, and then I'll talk. further with you, for we go to the hut to-night." ''Oh, Lorcly dat end s dis poor nigger!" Not if you act rigbt by me." "But Catamount Kit will kill us bofe. sah. "I'll take all chances as to that; but you know where the retreat of the Raiders is?'' The negr o did not reply. Buffalo Bill took out his revolver, and the wo r ds came quickly: 'Yes, sab. I knows." "How far is it from here ?u "In de \Ve t Mounting Range. sah." '"How many are there in the retreat?" "About thirty. sah. in the fightin' band1 now yer has got Bill Bronze, Bad Ben, Boss, thar, an' me: but cley is mostly trailin', only goin' ter de den at times." ".I see. ''\i\T ell, after you have cooked us ome supper and buried your dead pan! there. we will move on to Kit's cabin ... An' when we gits dere. de debbil will be ter pay," said the negro. The scout laughed and sai d : '.'I'll take all chances Dark, so don't scare yourself to

I THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 11 \alse, which, however, he did not believe would be he case. It was nearly dawn when the scout and the negro, fter filing through a narrow cafion, came to the abin and were g;eeted with a loud whine. "Dat"s de cattermom1t, so look out, massa, for he s er terrer,'' whispered the negro. He spoke just in time, for the animal came with a and then there was just one thing to do, and scout did it. Ile fired, and the beast dropped

' 12 THE BUFF ALO BILL latciy here, and is coming back to meet the nten he sent to the settlement. "Please t::' ke me a way from here at once, sir." "I. wiil do so, miss, and when you get us some breakfast I will bury those bodies." Lou Hurst tur11ed quickly to get breakfast, while the scout dug a g-rave for the negTo and Catamount Kit. He found also two very fine horses in the pen ]Jack of the cabin, and, saddling them, placed the girl on one of them, mounted the other himself, and, with the pack animals and two others in lead, he rode away before the !lun was an hour high. "If it were not for this poor, frightened girl, I \\-ould stay there and greet this Captain Monte when he comes; but I dare not risk it now, for if harm befa'.1 me it will rest upon her," mused the scout, as he rode along. CH!\.PTER IX. THE RETURN TO THE FORT. The fort vvas in sight, for the flag could be seen over t!:1c tree tops far in the distance, and Buffalo Bill poi.-ited it out to Lou Hurst, who clapped her hands joy. And the scout said: "Miss Lou, yonder comes a horseman toward us, and--yes, it is my boy paru cried the Boy in Buckskin. "How dare he do--" "Don't blame him, sir, for appearances are fearfully against you." "What appearances-what is against me?" hotly asked the scout. "Well, sir, you know how the traitor scout got .. you into trouble, nearly had you shot? Well, this time Paymaster Leigh comes in with an ambulance and with two soldiers, one of them dying, and he was held up the day after you left, and robbed by a masked man in buckskin, who got from him ten Lhousand dollars, after wounding one of the sol diers. "The paymaster fired at the robber as he mouhted his horse, and the bullet grazed his cheek and cut off his mask, and he was surprised to see that it was you." "Non sense !" "But the paymaster swears to it and he knows you well, while the two soldiers said the same, the dying man said the same__,for he got to the fort some 'time before his death. "The lieutenant called you by name, and added: 'You, of all men, to do this!' and yon, he said, re plied: 'Yes, I am Buffalo Bill, arn.l the secret is out also that I am Monte, the Trail Raiders' chief.'" ''This is infamous!" cried Buffalo Bill, his face liYicl. "I do not believe it, Pare! Bill-would not believe my own eyes against yon; but it is believed by all the fort now, except Y eno, for even Captain Cecil Lorne and Miss Barry do not doubt it, as they cannot doubt Lieutenant Leigh and the two soldiers." "Well, boy pard, I doubt it, and to the fort I go." ''You n1ust not." "But I will.' "They say you will be tried by drumhead collrtmartial and shot." "I'll take all chances, black as things appear against me. "Come, let me not cloud the joy of your sister's re-turn." 'But, alive, you can, in the end, prove that you are not guilty; but. dead, vou cannot." "A good argument, boy par

BUffl\LO BILL STORIES. 13 for the killing of Bill Bronze, and how, later, Monte, the traitor scout, had made charges against him, which many, with the circumstantial evidence against him, had really believed. "Some one is plotting to hang me, I can plainly see; but I will yet down them, if I can only keep them from hanging me until I get the cha!1ce. "But now I must talrn the chances-and will." Soon after they ere cliscoYered from the fort, and all was excitement there. Colonel Barry heard the noise. and stepped quickly to the window of his quarters and looked out. "What is all that noise?'' he asked. As he asked the question, he saw a man qt.1ietly towaicl his quarters, and exclaimed: "It is Buffalo Bill!"' rid ill CY ,.., "It cannot be possible, sir,., cried Captain Cec!l Lorne, who was with him. "Y he is riding as coolly up to my quarters as though he expected a pleasant welcome.'' "Y ct he must know that Leigh has reported him," answered Eaptain Lorne. Buffalo Bill's face was very stern and pale, while, ha! ; !Jg his horse, he as! ed: "\Vhat does this mean-a so!dier escort?" "It means. Cody. th.at you are under arrest," answct'ed Lientenant Lancaster. "Ah. what crime am I now guilty of?" "You \Yill soon kno\\'; but surrender your belt of arms. sir." \Vithout delay, Cody handed O\"Cr the we

14 l'HE BUFFA.LO BILL STORIES. sions, and by Buffalo Bill, it was claimed; but why, if they were members of the same band? This puzzled many, and yet, as the mystery could not be solved, then a victim must be had, and Cody, being under suspicion, must be that victim. But the last, and direct, charge of Lieutenant Leigh, the paymaster, that he had recognized Buf falo Bill as the man who had held him up, robbed him of government money and killed a soldier, convinced all, save a very few, that the scout was guilty as charged, and it was decided that there must have been some recent quarrel between the scout and Monte, that caused the former to wish ttl get rid of him. Then the news was spread around that Lou Hurst, rescued from the Trail Raiders by the scout, claimed that Monte was not dead. Altogether, it was a very complicated and !nys. terious case, and, if Buffalo Bill could not clear it all up at his trial then he would 11ave to suffer the death penalty, and that would end it-eYen satisfy those who demanded his life. In trying a -man thus accused, no time was to be lostt and a drumhead court-martial was at once dered for the following day. The hour of trial came round, and the prisoner was led before his accusers. He was pale, yet calm. and set!med not at all afraid of the fate that he felt must be his, with the charges ":fa'. against him. The first witness called was Captain Lorne, who went over the testimony giyen at the former trial, regarding the dying confession given to him b.y Bronze (William Dallas), who had said that he was ruthlessly shot down by Buffalo Bill. Then followed those who had witnessed the shot fired into the cabin of Monte, then chief of scouts, and the bullet was produced. It fitted exactly the weapon of Buffalo Bill, and no other weapon in the fort. Then, too, the timber from which it had been fired vvas too far off for any other rifle to risk a shot that far. Then came the witnesses of the shot fired at Monte, which knocked away his cigar, and all who saw the horseman. lighted up by the di scharge of the rifle for an instant, swore that it was Buffalo Bill. No, there was one who said: "He hed ther look o' Chief Cody, I admits, but I' might be mistaken, fer, with all ther fo lkeses on the yearth, it w'u'd be strange ef sum o' them didn't look jist like ther others. This was from the lips of Keno, the scout. Then came Lieutenant Edgar Leigh, the paymaster, and in a few straightforward words he told the story of the robbery of himself, and the knocking off of the hat, which r evealed the leader was that ca.lied himself Alva, or Monte. "Was the prisoner masked in his attack upon you?" asked Colonel Barry. ''Hewas, sir." "Did you hear him speak on that occasion?" "I did sir "You know that the prisoner has a ringing voice of peculiar tone?" "Yes, sir." "How did the voice of the outlaw leader striKe yon, as compared with that of the prisoner?" "I had not thought of that, si r but now I remember that the voice of Buffalo Bill was deeper then than ordinarily. Then Keno was recalled, and told his story in his quaint' way, adding: "I don't do no sw'aring thet it were Chief Cody; hut, ef it wasn't, then he were es much like him es twin peas, though I do now thet ther voices was dif'rent." With all of this damning testimony, it seemed as though the prisoner had not a chance for life. Blit he was asked by Colonel Barry: Now, Mr. Cody, what have you to say against these charges?" ''I am not guilty, sir," was the ca l m reply. "You deny having fired the shot from the timber that so nearly killed Monte in his cabin?" 'I do deny it, sir." "You disavow having shot at him the same night when he was lighting his cigar?" 'I never shot at him in my life, Colonel Barry. "YOU assert this on oath?" "Certainly; for, had I shot to kill him, I would lla ve done so "Do you also deny, prisoner, that you also halted Paymaster Leigh on the trail?" 1'Emphatica11y, I deny it, sir." And that you robbed him?" "I did not see him, s ir."


THE BU ff ALO BILL STORIESo 1.5 "Alsc. you gave to the daughter of Bronze the money which sent to her by you?" "l did, sir. and hold her receipt." ''You disavow having attacked and rohbe(\ Paymaster Leig-h ?" "I do, sir." "Then you admit the truth of not a single charge against you?" 1 ''Not one." "This_ is strange, prisoner." "I admit that appearances are terribly me; but I am not guilty." "Where were you after the last attack of the lndians in the mountains?" "I dogged their steps on their retreat until they sent a special force after me. "Then I retreated, the twelve \Yarrl_,ors pursuing me, and, in a fight with them, I killed two of their number, after \.\rhich I showed them the speed of my horse. and they turned back, knowing how us eless it was to follow me. "And where did you go then?" "I met a train whose guide had been killed, and I led it on to the upper country." ''And then?" .. I started for the fort. but struck a trail whic h T belieYed was made b y the Raiders. f!J\d scouted 011 it for a day or two. "And this i s all you have to say?" "All, sir." "Your word is against the te timony'of many. those who have been your friends.,, "T know it, sir, and I do not censure one of them for what they have s.aid as I believe that they labor under a mistake in identity. '.'I have no more to say. sir, :rnd am ready for se1!-tence." "A11d your scnte.11ce. \Villiam F Cody, is that yon be hanged for your crimes, at sunset, one week from to-clay." impressively .rnjd Colonel Barry. The prisoner never flinched. hut .. said. in hi s calm way: "Colonel Barry. J do not fear death; but I beg of you. for the sake of the services which yon will acl1J1it I haye rendered the that you allow me to be shot, and not die at the et1d of a rope." 'As a common mi..trclcrer. he cle,o:;Qrves hanging." boldly said a voice. -.. "Silence. sir! How dare you ;;pea k stc;rnly said Colonel B:ury. tnrningupon the man with flash ing eyes, while Keno said: "Yer strnck ther wrong trail thct time, pard Brand." "Prisoner." said Colone: Barry. "I change your sentence from hanging to shooting. "One week from to-clay you arc to be led forth by a file of and shot." "I thank you, Colonel Barry, a!ld you will find that l will meet death fearlessly." The prisoner was Jed a\A.-cty in clonble irons, and taken to the log cabin w hich served as a guardhouse, and left alone with his thoughts, while a sentin el \\as placed in front of his door, with orders to admit no one to see him without orders from the ., commandant. CHAPTER XI. KENO 1\)JD THE BOY PARD OF COD{. "Lcetle pare!. you heerd ther sintence in ther case?" sa i d Keno, as he visited Ben in his cabin t4e night foilowing the condemnatioH o( Buffalo Bill. I did ... "Docs yer think it were squar' ?" ''I think: it was intended to be just, the testimony, Keno. but I believe that all whq mistaken as to the one whom they saw being Buffalo Bill." ''Thet iclee kin'er haunts my mind. "But vvhat is we men goin' ter do about it?" ''I'll tell you what I am going to do about it," said the boy, abr11ptly. ''What arc thet ?" "I intend to save the life of Buffalo Bill?" "'Tain't so easy did." "Are you afraid to help me?" "Does l look skeery, pard ?" "No.'' "Does I act skeert ?" "No." "vVaal, I hain't skeered in the least. "Then we k in get him out.., "Thar must be no "There shall n() t be, for that would on l y get us into trouble. awl rttin all. .. "Fact.'' "Have yon. got .any plan to suggest, Keno?" "Th er. sentine, l hes th.er ke)s o' hfo irons?" ,I' . .,+.


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. If "He walks up and down afore the door, an' some, times he sits on ther bench." "So I noticed to-night." "Thar hain't no one else in ther guardhouse now?" "Fortu,nately for our plans, there is not." "Ther' nearest anybody are ter ther guard-cabin are a huf!-dred an' fifty feet." "True." "\Vaal, my plan are thet y 9 u rides ther p ack horse o Bill out o camp ter-morrer. fer he gived him ter yer. an' yer sails off arter sum wild ponies. ''Catch a good one, an' then return an' tell how ther black got away from yer; but don' t yer tarn up afore sunset, so nobody will be able ter go hunt ir. fer him. ''Yer can leave l:l1er black oYer a t ther edge o' ther chaparral, whar ,ther ol' military camp wa s an' v\ hich are jist three mile from ther fort. "Yes." "Then when night comes on, I'll dress up in some sojer ciothe s, fer I kin git a sergeant's suit, an' es 1 hain't got n o beard ter speak of, I'll git thet false hair thet Capta in Lorne wore at ther masked fandango some time ago, an' put it on, fer I seen it hangin' up ;in his room near ther window, and I kin reach in and git my grip onto it. "I'll wcilk, bold es a billy goat, up ter ther sentinel, an' jist grab him by the r throat, so he can't squeal, an' yer knows thet ther hain' t but one man in these camps e s kin loosen my grip." "And he is Scout Cody?" "Ya s he kin loosen the r grip o' any man I ever s een. "\rVaal, I won't hurt ther sentinel, but I'll jist hev you 'round ther corner o' ther cabin, dressed up es one o' ther ol' squaws over in ther hanger-on camp, an' yer kin tie ther sojer tight es wax, an' I'll gag him. "Then we kin take ther keys, open ther door, onlock ther irons, an' jist tell Bill ter skip outer ther fortifications, fer he kin sling a lariat onto a limb o' thet oak near ther wall, and git over beautiful. "You kin tell him whar his hoss is, an' then we kin shuck our duds, an' go up 'round headquarters an' hang 'round'on t il _ther relief guard goes 'round an' ther diskivery is made." ''Keno, your plan is splendid, and we will carry it out: but the weapons of BuffaJ.o B;ll are in the ne l' s quarters." "I would like ter hev him git 'em, pard Ben, but I does think he'll hev ter be satisfied wi'thout 'ern, an' I hes enough an' ter spare." "Yes, we cannot do more, for to take his arms would bring suspicion on me, as I have the run of the colonel's quarters." "An' boy pard, yer must be pertic'ler not ter be away in ther evenin' longer then yer kin help. "H ev ther squaw's rig ready, which I hev in my traps, fer I hev played squaw myself in my time, when gain' inter In jun camps, an' _yer. kin slip it on, an' all kin be did in ten minutes, an' you be back ag'in and a-blowin' o' th.et boogle o' your'n fer all ye1 is wuth." "I will, and you must show up at headquarters, too, so as not to be missed. ''But we may get some soldier into trouble." "Yas; waal, thar is plenty more in ther army, ef they hangs one fer ther settin o' Buf'ler Bill free." "I would confess that I did it, before I would see a m a n hanged, Keno." "Waal, it depends on what they intended

THE BU ff ALO BILL STORIES. 17 'Vv ell, yo u a r e a dead shot, a good fencer, an ex i ent h o rseman, thro\v the lariat as well as any man amp, c<:n play the bugl e beautifully, and, I do not b t will soon become the champion wild-horse cher." Thank you sir; but I wis h t o catch a faster horse n my pony, for he is a little slow." 'Then yo& had better rid e a fast animal to do the rk on. 'How would my da ughter's horse, King, suit you, she would lend it to you, I know?" 'He is not trained for the work, s i r." 'Ah, I forgot that." 'Why not take Cody's black, which he gave you, ?" asked Captain Lorne, who was present. True; why he is the very horse for you, and the ftest on the prai ries," put in the colonel. 'I did not wish to ride him, sir, until after-" 1--Ah I imdestand you-until after poor Cody's th. Well, do as you please, Ben I wi.11 take him, sir," and Ben turned away, and n rode out of the fort fo r his chase of wild muss. e certainly was in luck, for, ere he had gone half ile, a large herd was espied, driving along at. a d pace, and heading north, the very direction in ch the bov wished them to go. hstantly l;e gave the word to the black, and away r;ent at a terrific pace. aancing over the herd Ben picked out the animal vanted. I was a long-bodied, high-headed, roan stallion, arently in a gallop, \\'hi le the rest of the herd were the run. essing him, the boy saw him bound away at a that showed his speed. at the herd was strange to that p art of the es was eYident, for the leader was heading in a tion that would bring him upbtf a deep ravine. was a split in the prairie which could not be ed for a mile on either side of th.e point toward the herd was dri v i ng. ow is my chance," cried Ben, and he pressed on arder after the magni ficent roan. da s hed the herd, ancl, keeping back, the b0y, rged them on at their utmost speed, and saw lJe roan stallion had taken the l ead and still kept up only a sweeping gallop, which showed that he had not let himself out as he could do. Soon the ravine came in sight, and there was hal t ing, swaying and scattering to the right and left, and then Ben dashed to the front. The r -oan had halted in amazement, and was snuf fing the air w1th distended nostrils and head up. Just then, as he wa:s to dart away, the lariat was thrown. It was a long throw, an d barely reached; bu t over. the head it settled, and the well-trained black, throwing himself back upon his haunches, the wild mustang was thrown upon the prairie with stunni ngi force Quickly Ben had sprung from the saddle ana was at his side, thrusting upon him a bow stall. Then, unloosening the lariat from about hi s throat, he allowed the gasping animal to ari s e But the daring boy was upon his back, and, in stantly, like an arrow from the bow, and with a wild snort pf rage and frigl1t, the untamed beast bounded away A call to the black, and he came following behin d at a pace that kept him near. The herd had to the rig h t and the l eft, and were flying in two gangs across the prairie, and up and down the ravine. Toward one of these bands the roan mustang headed, but he was quickly checked by a jerk upon the bow stall. Then began a struggle for the mastery between the boy and his equine captive And long it l asted"' until the roan and his rider were well-n igh exhausted. But the horseman triumphed over the brute, and the mustang, tamed by a master hand, was ridden t o ward the p0tnt where Ben wished to go. That was the place of the old encampment in the edge of the chaparral, which led on to the Padre's Rocle Luxuriant grass was there in abundance, and plenty of water, so that Ben soon had the b lack un saddled and lariated out to rest ;'.\nd feed, whil e he hoppled his roan beyond chance of escape. Lying

18 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES Watering the latter at the spring, Ben staked him out again, and then mounted the roan, untied the hopple, and let him .bound away at full speed with him, guiding him in the direction of the fort. Into the stockade he dashed just at sunset, and all weie delighted at his splendid capture. "You doi1't mean you lost the black, Ben?" asked the colonel. "The la s t I saw of him, s ir, he was a long way behind me, and I had my hands full with the Colonel here, for I have named him after you, sir, with your permission." "Certainly, my boy, and at the christening I'll present him with a Mexican saddle and bridle," an swered the kind-hearted colonel, while Keno re marked: "Pard Ben, thet animile are a beauty, an' no mistake. "But don't feel bad abo11t the black, fer sometimes a horse gets tangled in his bridle, an' ef he don't come in to-night, we kin look him up ter-morrer fer you." Th,.r.m, as the t\\'o \\'ent off together, the scout con-tinued: '"Yer hes done prime, boy pard." "An.c) did you get the uniform?" "Yas. "I tell yer, ther plot are a-workin' fust class." I CHAPTER XIII. THE RESCUERS AT WORK. Boy Ben was very tired after his severe struggle with the roan mustang, but he vent up to headquarters soon after dark, and never appeared in better spirits. After the guards were posted at eight o'clock, he got out his cornet and began to play, and never did he play better, all thought who heard him. Keno was also loafing around, smoking his pipe, and chatting now and then 'vith an officer. Presently, he walked quietly away, and Ben saw him disappear in the direction of the soldiers' quar ters. He had not been gone long before the boy laid down his cornet with the remark: "She needs cleaning, captain, so I'll get my box and clean her up. "Then you'!l see the difference." Leaning the cornet on the bench, on the bro; headquarters piazza, where he had been seated, }3t walked quietly away. Straight to his cabin he went, and all was dar'. ness within. But as he stepped in, Keno whispered: "I is pard, and done up like a .bold sojer, ye'. bet." "Good Now, where is my rig?" "Right thar, an' ef it don't make a squaw out< yer, I lies. J "I made yer a headgear o' scalps, and in ther rl yer finds on ther table are paint fer yer face i1 hands, so jist jump inter ther rags in no time." P Ben rapidly found the articles referred to, and:" couple of minutes was sufficient for him to th1' oughly disguise himself. i\ "Is yer ready, boy pa rd?" '; "I am." "Then jist skip. "For the guardhouse?" "Yes." "I will go to the rear of it?'' 31 'I t 'E ( jist sai:): "Yas, an' when yer hears me come up, ther front.,. v "\Vhere are the ropes and the for his mout"' "Here they is in my hand. vi 1'N ow, I am ready." s "All right, sail out, boy pard." \i\ Ben left the cabin and cautiously made his was the guardhouse. arriving i n the rear of that glrn c abode in less than ten minutes after he had le'ft h1W quarters. tld Ti1e sentinel was pacing to and fro, little drear(s < of the plot to free the prisoner, and that he was p o closdy watched. Soon, from his place of lookout, Ben saw the fed of Keno coming through the darkness. 1:11 So upright did he walk. so soldierly did he loo1i< the shadowy light, that Ben feared that it Keno, his pare!. :'O< Straight up to the sentinel he walked, receivi1.l l < salute, for the stripes on his arm were visible tcng soldier, though he failed t o recognize him. n Seeing that' he was a stranger, the sentint. .s< about to halt him, \\I hen, wit h the spring of a pa1 be Keno was upon him, his hand upon his throat n he said, in hoarse tones : "Resist, and you die g j


THE BU ff ALO BILL STORIES. 19 t that moment, the soldier saw the form of a aw glide up, and instantly the musket was nched from his hands, and he found himself in a tch he could not shake off. or could he cry out, as the pressure on his throat evented that. 1tralf-a-minute was sufficient for the rescuers to )d and gag t11e sentinel securely, and then he was 'en around the cabin, out of sight, and' the keys re unloosened from his belt. nlocking the guardhouse, lhc daring allies pped within. 11 was darkness; and Keno called out in a whis'Pa rd!" o reply; again he called: no answer. vvaal, he do sleep sound fer a man what is goin' be shooted; it hain't like him ter sleep thet way." Keno, Buffalo Bill has gone!" cried Ben. Gone?" Y cs. V\Thar ?" t Vho knows?" \Vaal, it are so, fer here are his irons, and he skipped." ho has aided him, Keno?" omebody has been sooner than we i s." 1 Vell, he is gone, and I am glad of it, though I kl have liked to have been the one who aided in 11.fs cape, but it seems he has friends here after all." it do. et us return to headquarters, so as not to be sus-11 right, pard." ietly the two left the cabin, the sentinel was ht back and placed before the door, which they ocked, and tied to the lctgs, with his musket at Ider arms," so that any one seeing him when lg would suspect nothing wrong. n the two returned to the cabin, threw off their scs, and Keno went to replace the uniform and beard, and Ben washed his face, and, seizing rnet case, hastened back to headquarters, not g been half-an-hour absent. d there he played his cornet, Keno and others sitting out upon the piazza listening, until the relief guard went around, and the startling news was made known that Buffalo Bill had escaped.. CHAPTER XIV. THE ESCAPE. Buffalo Bill sat alone in his prison of logs. He heard the hum of the distant ca 1ps, the sing- ing of the birds, and t he steady tram:' of the sentinel before his door. '' These were the sounds that checl his ears while hi s eyes fell upon bare w alls of.roughly-hewn logs, a table, a cot, a campstool, and no more. At last there fell ir: L ... the room a tiny ray of light. It was a golden beam of sunlight, cast by the sun just as it was going down beyorid the horizon. "It seems like a ray of hope amid gloom that surrounds me," murmured the prisoner. Then the door was opened, and a: soldier entered with the supper for the prisoner. No word passed between the two, the meal was placed silent ly upon the table, and then Buffalo Bill was alone once more. Darkness now fell upon the scene, and he sat by the table, his head buried in his hands, h is supper .n. touched. 1 Suddenly, he heard a peculiar sound. It seemed like the gnawing of a rat, though fro:n where it came he could not tell. Now and then it would cease, and then again hl: would hear it. what could it mean? At last the sound changed to one that was grating, and th.en he looked up, for overhead it seemedi to be. He knew that the roof was whole and firm, and yet now he distinctly saw light shining Uhrough. And on the roof he placed the sound. Instantly, he discovered the cause.. ''That brave boy is trying to rescue me," he said. Still the grating sound continued, unheard by the sentinel that paced to and fro in front of the caoin. ''He may not hear it. ''I will sing to drown the noise, though he works almost noisele ss ly, and if he is the guard will kill him." T11en the prisoner broke forth into a lively melody that caused the guard to mutter:


20 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. "That man has more pluck than generally falls to human beings. "He sings well, too; but his voice will be hushed before long, and it's a pity, for I hate to see a brave man die, even if he is a bad one." Thus mused the sentinel, litt le dreaming that on the other side o f the roof a person was working like a beaver to prevent the prisoner from dying. And Cody sang on, running from one air into another until at l ast he beheld a square opening in the roof fully large enough for him to get through. T11en the space was darkened and a human form wa s vis ible, relieved against the cl ear sky. The next in stant a human being stood by his side, having come clown by :neans n f a rope. ''Mr. Cody, I ha\ e come to save you," said a low voice. "You here, t o sa \ me?" he cried in a \\ hisper. '\'es." "I am sorry y Ht came. for l mu!:t remain and meet my fate." "Yo n mu1>t clo no such s illy thing. for after I have risk eel so much Lo s a \e you I will not hear of your refusing to go." "But--" "I will hear of no e x cu ses. "'You are se n tenc ed to di e \\'it hi n fj, e days, and d i e you mns t, if y o u r emai n h .erc. 'I b e lie\ e that y o u are inn o c e n t, and once fr ee from her e you can prove that you arc not the guiity one it is claime d that you are." "God bless you for those kind words." "Then you \Yill g o for I have the keys, \Yhich I took from the colonel's

THE BUFF /\LO BILL STORIES. 21 CHAPTER XV. KENO SPEAKS. The excitement that existed at Fort Blank and its adjoining camps was intense, when it became known 'that Buffalo Bill had escaped. How he had done so the hole in the roof showed conclusively, and yet there was a deep mystery about t. \Vhcn the relief guard went to the cabin, the sentinel there wasdisco\ered in a very disagreeable amt embarrassing situation. He stood against the walls of the guardhouse, firmly bound and gagged, and his musket was secured to his s id e as though he held it there on duty. Bis story was told to Colonel Barry, before whom the sergeant at once brought him. "."'.ow. sir, what have you to say for yourself?" sternly asked the colonel. The man's mouth was in by no means good talk-11g condition, after his having beet1 gagged so long, hut he blurted out: ''I'll tell you, sir-I'll tell you." ''That is what I wish you wauld do, sir. and lose no time about it." "Well, sir. I \\'.'.1.s pacing my beTo. sir." ''.\nd know notl1ing-about the hole sawed in the roof?" o, sir." ".:'\' vr heard t h e sawing?" ''No. sir, 1 am just a triAe deaf." .\h "\\.ell. my man, l think yon ha\e oyerclone your p a rt. fo1 I belie\c you ;:ire .1ilty." "Guiity, sir;-., "Yes.::.._fot you, and you only ; had the keys/ ex cepting those in my desk. that unlock the guardhouse ancl the prisoner's irons. .. \' ou overdid the matter in a)lowing the prisoner to cut that hole in the roof arnl then tie you up as the 5uard found you." "Ah. s ir. I am 110t guilty." you searchecl th1t man, sergeant?" o, sir." "Do so." The soldier was searched. and in his pockets was found a large roll of bills. amounting to several hun dred dollars. "Ai1. thi::, luuks had. ''\\ Jid :0,; :;ct this money, my man?"


22 THE BUFl"ALO BILL STO RIES The sohtier hesitated, and said: ''I found it, sir, in the Indian camp, at the last fight." "I do not believe you, Richards, and it pains me to say so, for you have been a good s oldier "Sergeant, lead him to the guardhouse, and, if the prisoner is not cap>tured, I will take the responsibility of having Richards shot, for his crime i s worse than desertion, for he has accepted a bribe to set free a 'man who had cost the government many lives and hundreds of thousands of dollars." The soldier turned piteously tmvard his commander, but was sternly ordered off and the sergeant was just putting the irons upon him when Keno stepped into the room. "Col'nel, them irons belongs on my wrists, and not on his'n." "\Vhat do you mean, Keno?" asked the colonel, starting to his feet in surprise, while all looked upon him with astonishment. "I means thet ther sojer

THE BU ff ALO BILL STORIES. 23 escape, and, as I said to Richards, so I say to you, that you shall be shot for your act." ''You knows best, col'nel." ''Pardon me, Colonel Barry, but Scout Keno is not the only g uilty one; for I aided him, said Ben, rtepping into the room. "You?" gasped the colonel, for he had learned to Joye the boy bugler as though he were his own son. "Yes, sir. for I am the old squaw,' and Ben smiled as thougb h e had been playi;1g a joke in impersonating the old squaw ''Ben Hurst, this is a most serious matter for you," sternly said the colonel. "It was more serious for poor Bill," was the answer of the boy, though not with any desire to be impertinent. ''You are young, deeply attached to Cody, and hardly knew the gravity of the crime which you were committing, so-" 'You are mistaken, Colori,el Barry, for I fully knew all that I did, and I expect my punishment to be same as that. which you threaten Keno vith, for I am equally g uilty .' 'Boy parcl. why in thunder d idn't yer keep yer month shet, fer they'll never hev diskiverecl the old squaw ter be you?" "You should not suffer alone, Keno." ''\Vaal. \\"e went inte r ther big end o' ther horn together. an' we comes out o' ther Jeetle encl, s ide by side." said Keno. ''Sergeant, put that boy in irons, loo, for he is equally guilty," sternly S aid Colonel Barry. ''One moment. sergeant." :rhe speaker wa s Marie Barry, and she stepped be" h\ecn the sergeant and the boy bttgler, while she took from t.he hands of the former the iron handcuffs \\"hich he held. ::\o one had su.:>pectcd her presence u ntil she h::irl glided into the room. !"lfarie !"cried the co lonel, as she approached. Qnickly she clasped the irons upon her own wrists, and, .holding Ollt her little .hands toward father, 'he said. in calm and distinct tones: "Colonel Barry. 110\V you have the guilt y one." "Marie. for God's sake, what does this all mean?" cried the mystified colonel. J t means that I set Buffalo Bill free. From e\er, lip came a,n exclamation at this calm assertion. while Keno said : "Waal, thet cj.o beat all, an' no mistaJ

1 24 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. "He at first refused; but I told him I believed him innocent, and to go and prove himself so. "Then he departed, scaling the stockade waJI by the help ef the oak tree that grows near it, and, thank Heaven, he is fr.ee ,"As for Keno and Ben, they doubtless meant to rescue their friend, but I was before them," and Marie smiled. "Durned ef yer wasn't ahead, an', ef yer ain't a glory, then set me dowh fer a weepin' liar," bluntly said Keno, lost in admiration of the act of the braYe girl. "Marie, my child, I know not what to do, for you have been equally guilty with this man and'boy." "Permit me, Colonel Barry, to suggest that yo11 release the trio, for Keno and Ben intended releasing Cody, and Miss Barry did said Captain Cecil Lorne. ,' "It will be said that I Gl'o so on account of my i daughter." 1 "It makes n& differkn.oe, sir, what is said, so long as Miss Barry is not to feel unpleasantly for acting on an impulfoe that was right-to serve one who had saved heiflife." "Then I wilVclrop the matter here ; but, if ever such a tif.1! again in my command, I will punish th guilty one, even if it be you, Marie. "Keno you a,ncl Ben are discharged. ,The tl\rvo pards bowed and left the room, followed by the }oldiers, and Marie remained alone with her fothet. who certainly w a s in no pleasant mood with he,t/for her daring act. CHAPTER XV.II. f.. PLEASANT SURPRISE. After he had thrown his lariat upon the naked limb of the tree growing near the stockade wall, Buffalo Bill drew himself up into the tree, loosened the noose from about the limb, and then, passing the lariat around it, lowered himself to the other side. "I am free, and it will be a daring man who attempts to retake me now," he said, as he stood on the outside of the stockade wall. But which way to go he seemed at a lo ss to decide for a moment or two . "I will go to the chaparral, and once there I am safe. ''But it oains me deeply to gi'vc: up my beautiful horse, but Ben will treat him well, I know. ''\Vell, I can soon get another animal, and it wifl not be my fault if I don't get a good one. "To the chaparrals I go, then." With this he set off across the prairie at a rapid walk, his belt of arms around his waist, his rifle slung at his back. A strange circumstance directed his steps toward the old encampment before referred to. It may have been that he knew that the entrance to the chaparral was easiest at that point. and it may have been accident. But certain it is that he vvent straight to the old encampment. \\'ith no expectation of meeting any one there, he was not approachi,ng with caution, but was brought to a sudden halt by hearing the snprt of a horse. "Ha! some one is there," he said. Instantly h e threw himself flat down upon the prairie, and lay thus listening and w atching. 'Can it be that some wild mustang5 are there?'' he muttered. For a long; time he waited, t\\ i c e hearing the snort of the hors e again. "Some Indian s c o n t m::iy be there, or it may be a R a id e r.' F o r so me time l o n ger he re ma ined quiet. and then he c r ept along to\\ arcl the chaparrals, which rose dark a n d gloomy b e fore h i m. Nea T e r and n earer he drew, circling around the old enc ampment, s o as to g a i n the sh elter of the chaparrals f\t b.s t he gained their shelter, and then, standing upon a slig h t rise of the gTonnd, he beheld a horse. \ The animal had ceased feeclillg, and was with outstretche d head, and dently hav i n g scented the of the scout . "That is no wil

THE BUFF A LO BI L L 25 Instantly he was upon his feet "By Heaven! it is my own beautif u l Night Hawk!" With these words he sprang to. the side of the animal who rubbed h is nose l o vingly against the b.road breast of his master, wpom he had, without doubt, recognized from the first "But what are you doing here, Night Hawk? "Perhaps Ben is here. for I left you with him when they said I must die. 'No; some one mu s t have stolen you, and, if so, woe be unto that man. "Where is he, Night Hawk: "\IV here i s he old fellow?" Following up the lariat at the stake. he found to his surprise his own saddle bridle and lasso, with his saddle pockets filled with ammunition, evidently taken from his store at tfie cabin. The haversac k w as also full of provisions, and. seei11g this, he said: ''\Veil. whoeYer ran off with you. right Hawk, prepared for a long trip, l am gbd to see. '::--Jo\Y .. old horse. we'll be off, and, mounted upon you, I'll ha,e no fear of capture." CHAPTER XVIII. COKCLt.:SION. It was ten days after the escape of Buffa]? Bill. and scouts and sold ie rs sent in pursuit of him had aii returned to report that no trace of him could be found, when a courier arrived :i.t the [ort, and, after delivering dispatches to Colonel Barry, sought a private interview ,-;ith Captain Cecil Lorne. "I have a letter to you, sir, which I promised to eliver only to you, and I \Yas not to let any qne see me do so." said the courier. The captain took the letter, and hi face flushed as he read it through slmYly. "My man, say nothing to any one about this, for, of course, you know who gaYe this to you." "Scout Cody, sir "Poor fellow. h e got into trouble here. you know." "He told me all, sir, and asked me to help him by seeing you, and I was only too glad to do so, for I feel sure he is not and he says that he can pvove it." The captain and the courier then had a long talk together, after which the officer went to headquarters, and, two hours later, he rode away from Fort Blank at the head of bis trnop of cavalry, while Keno went along as scout, and Ben, the Boy in Buckskin as bugler. Captain Lorne had only asked the colonel to allow him to go upon a scouting expedition for a few days, and sa id no thing about a letter brought him by the couner. The letter had been a short one, a,nd to .the point, for i t sa id : .. Du\R Sut :-As one who has rroyen him s elf my fri en d 1t 1s n ow in your power to aid me to t h e cloud now resting upon my life. I h ave told the bearer of this the cri.;el story of my trouble, and h e will explain what I cannot I waited on the trail of his pas s ing just to sen d yon this, and hoping it would be the courier it ha s proYe n to be If you will bring your trc op and my friends, r-eno and Ben, 011 the second clay from this, and meet m e at sunset af\Red Rock, I will take you on a t rail that will bring you honor and also clear my life of the shadow now upon it. Please do th.is for me, and. confer a lasting debt of gratitude upon Yours with r espe ct, BUFFALO BILL. Before. the appointed time, Captain Lorne reached Red R ock w ith the troop a nd went into camp. From a hidi.ng-place, Buffa lo Bill saw the soldiers arrive, but. did not yet show himself. Suspectingthat Cody them and was cautious about approaching. Captain Lorne walked alone a\;ay from \\'hen well out of sight, Cody sudde nly appeared before him. "Cody, I am still you r friend, for I cannot believe I you are gl'lilty, bnt I have come as you requested," and the office r held out his hand. "I will take your hand, sir, only when I prove that I am not as black as appearances and circumstantial evidence have painted me. "But docs any one know .why you have come?"


r ' 26 THE BUf f /\LO BILL S T ORIES. "No; and Keno and Ben are with me. "But you have a report to make?" "Yes, sir; I have been scouting to find out the retreat o.f the Trail Raiders which my arrest caused me to relinqtiish. II "In the fort are the horses I got from Catamount Kit and his two pards, and which I ,depended upon to take me upon the trail to the outlaw "But I learned enough from negro, Dark, to enable me to, find my way there, awl, i1aving done so, I returned to the Overland Trail to head off the courier and report to yon. "Now, sir, I can gnide yon to the of the Raiders, and we can strike .it at dawn, for all of the band will be there the11, some important move is intended, and, if possibl Captain Monte must be taken alive." "\i\Thy, M ante wa exe-cuted. a.c; you know, Corly." "\Vait and see./sir," was the answer, and, after some further together, the two \Vent to the camp, }OJ the great amazement of the soldiers, who, afr.ct a moment, gaye the scout a rousingcheer, whil e J'" eno and Ben rushed forward a1JCI grasped the hand of the man they had tried so hard to saYe. It was just one \\'eek later that the troop returned to Fort Blank one afterno0n. and. with a score of prisoners seYera l hundred hors es, and a number cf animals loaded down with packs. At the head rode Captain Lorne, with Bl1ffal o Bill by his side, ,, hile behind came a man monntecl on a black bar e, dressed in bucks kin. and in appearance, size, form and face the very dollhle of B uffalo Bill! ., lt was Captain ::\Iontc .\l\'a. the chief of the outlaw band of Trail Raiders, and whose twin brother, Monte, the traitor scout, had been executed at Fort Blank, was also much like Cocty. though the leader of the robbers made up a s much like the gr.eat scout a s possible, and for the very purpose of g etting the man he hated and w h o was his ruthless foe put to death for his But thoug h he had nearly been successful, through his escape, Buffalo Bill 'had n111 ::\fontc .-\lva and his band to earth, and the soldiers had killed half of them' when they surprised the camp early ip the morning, captured all not s l ain, got their chief, the money that had been taken from Paymaster1 Leigh, and much more, and secured booty in la1'ge quantity, with horses and cattle, also. Colonel Barry heard Captain Lorne's report, anc then said: "Cody, thank God that, through my daughter' act, and Keno's and Ben's efforts, you escaped while, as you were tried by drumhead court-martia and condemned on suspicion. this man Monte anc his men shall a lso be so tried, and on facts agains1 them. '"You hav e suffered much, been terribly wronged but we will do all in our power to at:one for it all; and the voice of the colonel quivered with emotion. ''It is all over, sir. and she\11 be forgotten," was th answer, just as Marie and Lou Hurst c;ame in to offe their cdngTatulations to the scout, the former saying when Buffal o Bill thanked her for saving his life: "I. I had not done so, Mr. Cody, your boy ally Ben, and Scout Keno .would have clone so." "I could never fo rget you, Pard Bill, nor cou sister Lou,"' and placing his silver bugle to his lip with the remark. '\ye are pards to the end." the bo played, deep feeling-. the melody of "Auld Lan< Svn6'." Two days' later J?en's bugle sounded "Lights out'j over g raves of ::\Iontc Alva and his men, ana B'i1f falo Bill's Vow of Vengeance had been kept, and h1 Double had passed off the scenes of his crimes for ever. TJIE END: l'\ ext ;.,,,i eek's issue (No. 54) will con ta in "Buffa! Bill and the Ma?' Tr2.ppcr; or, Finding. a Lost Trail Buffalo Bill sdon left ForL Blank 2nd star.,ted nort on a long trq.11. It brought him into as wild a coun try as man ever entered. R,ead about h is adventure with the Crazy Trapper, "'lvho lived in the Hattnte ::\1ountains. In next week's issue.


NAMES O F PRIZg WINNERS 1N LAST CONTEST ON PA.CE 31. Well boys, b efore this you have look e d to s ee whether you w ere a or n o t in the last We con gratulat e you if you wer e. And we congratulate, also, t he tho u sands who alm ost wonw ho s e contributi o ns were only a s h ad e infer i or to those of the pri z e winntrs. Get into the new o0ntest, GVery one of you. On p a g e 3t yo u will see full p arliculars about it. A Long Trip f o r a N e w York Bey. ( B y A R. Sartwell. ) I n the spring of 1 898 I received from my father, who wa s in Kansas City, M o., a11d who m I had not seen for over fifteen years, money t o pay m y expenses U 1ere. O f cotuse, boy like, I was anxious to take t h e tnp. It was o n Friday I receive d the m o n e y and on the following Monda y I took the train w ith my ticket l'e ading N. Y. C. and Ii. R. R. R and Z. S M. C ., via G R. J R t o K.,'lnsas C i ty. In cross ing the river at Detir oit, I met with my first a:o River, taking on o u r c a rgo, and I shall never forget t h e sight the next day we were towed out into the lake ,\ here we could work our ow11 scre ws. Then we heaclerl for B--. That night we h:td an awful hard sq uall, the wind comin g ever our port side I was c alle d on watch at 9 :ao p. m., and i n trying to make n 1 y way from the forecastle to the fire hole I wa s twi ce ,ery ne arly washed o verboard, but at la t got t h ete all right, excep t a f e w bruise s Arrived in B -two dayf:l later all shipshape. I s tayed in B-for two daye mor e, when I thoug11t it about time for me t o be on m y way. I took a titreet ca r as far as Lanc:u; t e r, and s ayed all night in a car. Next day I waited all day on a grade for a freight that I could eatob., but tJOne came along going slow enough, s o I slept in a cerniielci alt night. The next morning I caught a freight goi11g about thirty miles an hour aud rod e in to Roohester, where I :ot to eat, and it tasted good, for I had not eatea anything bef o1e siAce Satu1' day night, a m l this was Me11day noon. After a goed sque aeal t acaja oan;bt a freirt, was caught myself at Lions anti put off, but another jtist pulling in, geing the same way, a11d I made a dive for ih, and almos t got u1y brains out on a bridge trying to get on. I did get on all the same, and 1o de in to !Syracus e and that ni g h t caught a freight on the :It. W and 0. in td Watertown, and next day I rode home in the varnished cars. My Fall From a Swing. (By E. Wyath Thurmond.) One d::iy las t summer my two cousins and I while w alking t111ongh a forest found a grape vine susl_lend e d from a high tre e and concluded to swing on it.. We tned it and it made an admirable swing. W e swung on it for abottt two hours, when I got t o o bold and jumped up and down while swinging out :.ibou t forty feet above the <>rO'Und. It weakened the grape vine a n d a t las t it oroke and I full about forty feet to the groun d It knocke d all the breath out of me fol' abeut three minutes and s c::ired my cousins and m y s elf almos t to death. I aros e with ni y cousin's aid and managel l to waik home, but I was Yety s o r e for several days. I hav e always been afraid of grape vine s win g s since the n The Tables Turned. (By Chas. Bodley, Connecticut.) Two thieves h a d jus t finishea looting the pockets of JailleS Blackfoot, a "gen tleman" of a prospering little mining com m trnity in Ala8 lrn 'l'hey h::td got a w ntch and $25 in monc_y. 'rhey were abont to retire thr ough the window when Blackfoot himself, with a reYslve1 in hls right laand, stepped from the adjoining apartment, which was his 1'edroom, and gave the thieves a Rentle sttrprise. "Hands llp 'was his greeting t o the two startled thieves who obey ed him in a 'll'ay that showed the y had a deep respect for the r evolver if they had not for its owner. B ob come her e!" called Blackfoot. But Bob didn't come until he h a d b ee n summoned two or thre e times. When at last he came in g a p iJJg and yawn'ing, and was very much surprise d at what he saw.


28 T'HE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. When he recovered from his surprise his father ordered him to search the thieves' pockets and take all that he found. Bob removed his rlad's watch and $60 in money, which he gave tQ his father with a gri11. His father, whel) Bob had thoroughly sacked the thieves' pockets of all escorted the two <).owncast thieves from the hottse nnd told them the 11ext time they came t.o give him uotice and he w6ttld hnve a reception in thei1 honor. Qt co ttese the thieves didn't dare tell that Blackfoot had robbed them for fear of being aneste<,l on the charge of attempting to roh Blackfoot, so Blackfoot and his son enjoyed themselve$ for many a day afterward on the money they had so cleverly gained. /""j 1\n Adventure On a Roof. (By H. Louis Weiser, N: Y.) It wasoa 11 dad' night when I and two of my friends went out to look for some fun. We clilnbed io the church roof and begal'I jigging on a part that was ftat. Some club Wag holding a meeting inside and they came and called us down, but we bid so they cotild not see ,UB. At last tkey threateneli to send for an officer. 'It was about time-fol' us to wA.ke up, for the church wn s all surrounded by member& of the club. "They 111-e gmng to get an officer to lock ue up,'' said one of my fr1ends to me. "We mul!t rret down j,;hen,'' BAid I. "But how?"" put in the third. "We are all surrounded." "Let us go down and sunender," said the first. "Not much," said I. "I know a pipe where we can climb dqwn around on the north side of the church; I wlll lead the. way." We 11,ll crawled a-1:ound !Jo where the pipe and I 11t11rted to climb down. I got about OflefOut'th of the way when I henrd tbe pipe crack. I atiH and called for one of the other boys to help n1e. They both M1pec1 me up to the roof again. 'l'ben I anli one pf tny friends lost otir nerve and we11t down to sttrtender. l'he other stllyed up until we were chas tised, when he calmly came over and asked us what was the mii.tter. I will neve11 forget the night of 011r adventure on ti.Jc church roof. Thrown Out. (By Joseph McClafterty, N. Y.) Oae dny I wa11 visittng my uncle, who then liYed on a farm in the country. I used to spend roy vncntions there. One fine suinmer rlay I 11nd my btohhe1 tbougbt we would take a drive, so uncle hitched ttt> otie oi: his h1>r.ses. Wn were roin{!; along nicely when all of a sudden the train whistle b1ew ftllll the h"rRe got $cnl'ed and ran away. The wa11:on ttpset apd both of us wet'e thrown out. .My brother eecrt1>4c11 btft I didn't. lily 1trin was btot

l'HE BUFf/\LO BILL STORIES. 29 gain and this time be took me with him. I tried to keep my .ead even in that awfttl moment, and directed my movements ward reaching tbe surface and succeeded sooner than I exected. I had managed tu get his arms from my neck while elow; but tbe fellow seized my left wrist with a grip like a ise, and I could not twist it loose. Again I called to him to keep cool, but it was useless He egan fighting desperately to seize me, but as a last resort I rew back my clinched fist and let ddve straight between his yes. The blow was delivered with all my strength and did he business. Bob was stunned and instantly became as limp s a rag. Freeing my wrist, I caught him by the hair and olding hls head above the water, began swimming toward he shore. Meanwhile a boat had been launched, and we were icked up, and in a few hours we were all right again. A Wild Plowhorse. (By Roy Yoho, Pa.) One day last summer m y brother and I were returning from plowing when the )lwse I was riding scared at 80mdhiug and tarted to run off. I had a basket of seeds in 011e hand and when she started to run I couldn't hold her. She kept on the road until I had nearly got home and then an up on a bank about three feet high. She ran for a few feet n top of the pank and then leaped down off it. 'l'his nearly t11rew me off. By this time I had reached home. The horse turned into the lane bllt the gate was cl0sed. She rndn't time to stop and rnn iuto the gate. This threw me onto her back and I didn't have time to leap off of her before she wheeled suddenly and threw me off. My foot caught iu the lines andif it hadn't come loose it migbt have broken m y leg when she started up the road. The ground wa s slippe r y and when .she whirled around she slipped and fe ll buck right bc1 i;ide me. She. leaped up and started to run again and stepped on my ankle .and sprained it badly. She ran a short distance and then stopped. I gcit off with a badly sprained ankle and a good scare. I I think that I was lucky in getting off as easily as I did. The Rattlesnake. (By Chas. We st, Virginia.) ""It was in the middle of June, t900, when I and some more men went hunting We hunted all day and didn't kill but three sqttirrds and five birds. We were returning undet a tree to take a lunch when a sound reached our e::irs. We looked but could not find any i hi11g. We ate ottr lunch and then proceeded home. Again the sound reached our ears. We took muskets and started to the plac

'\ 30 THE-BUffl\LO BILL STORIES. barrels at his he,ad, blowing it completely off. He had thirteen rattles and a button, and measured five feet ten inches long, and in his stomach was a fullgrO\Yn rabbit which he had swallowed whole. I have a belt made of his skin, and among some other cu1'ios I have are his rattles, of which I am very proud. In a Landslide. (By ChestM Ge0rge Schiefer, Ind.) It was in the summer of 1899 that a few boys and myself were on our way to go fishing in a useless stone quarry of Decatur. As we were passing one of Steel's quarries I went over to the edge of the quarry to look down at the men working, hundreds of feet below. Just as I got to the edge of the quarry, I started to sink and noticed, to my horror, that the earth under me was caving into the quarry. I screamed, but I had all'eady started to go down, and my friends coulli no longer help me. I went down several feet, when suddenly I struck a cable that was used to run a bucket oil, to draw brpken stone out of the quarry. I managed t o cling to this until one of the q harrymen was drawn up to me in one of the buckets and saved me. It took a long time before I recovered from the fright, but I will never be "nosey" again. Nearly Beheaded. (By W. Hull, N. J.) It was a few days before the Fourth of July, 1899, when I was cutting wood in the cellar of our house with a companion of mine namt!d Harry. We had a tent and we needed a few stakes, so we went into the cellar to some. We had a bi-g piece of a railroad tie, and so we decided to make them out of this. So we each got an ax and were taking a whack out of it one by one for a long time. When it was Harry's turn to hjt it, ti.e log slipped, and went in under his ax to lay it straight. He had his ax rai8ed and did not see me go ill under t straighten the log, and brought his ax down on my head. I lay on the ground unconscious for about an hour, my co panion rnnning away, as he was frightened. When I finally recivered I screamed for help, and m brother came down aud lt elpei me to the l;10spital. I was in t.11e hospital for four months, and the dooto said it was a n a rrQw shave. I am \Yell and happy now, for i cause d great pain and sorrow for my parents and myself. I\ Dangerous fall. (By Nickie Kleanch, Minn.) One day I and two friends went hunting. Wehad bee hunting a while "ithout any luck. J decided to go by myself J was "alking ne:n the edge of the cliff. Suddenly I s lippe and fell over. I fell on a ledge and broke my fall. I was a littl bruised. After that I did not go so near the edge again. $1 !Olor.bottUi Gum to cdek o n.&:. f Ilq,rut Cork lv bbi.ckcu to r a'IJ l&?'l\'O llh. c::.t'gof pl:Yit'f"!l;l.triob & a.gt.1. t.tdt paper ,-eu t:t.'11' tliil in ir.nd I wlll alllo put in a Deary G-OU> lit:i;n R1.ni FREE,1o nd 1he. Add..-cuCba.s.M:i.1'baU, )Itr.,Lookport.N:T. A.LL T1HlE WOlRL:D FOLLOWS BUFF Buffalo Bill. with interest a11d appreciation the wonderful career of LO BILL (CoL. II noted author, daring, best guide, a.n'd tl1e ,greatest horseman ever known F. Thousands have admired1 and the people of the whole world will contin-.ie to admire the King of Scou ts whose remarkable exhibitions of his amazing skill with rifle and r.,evolver are given in his popular "WILD WEST SHOW. Our boys delight in him, and the best stories of his life and exploits are to be found only in the B'Jfff1LO BILL WEEKLT, the one publication authorized by him which contains the only true and. authentic accounts of the wi1c1 career and thrilling adven, tures of the great plainsman Street & Smith a1'e the only publish ers authorized by Col. Cody himself to publish stories of his life. ODY)


THE BUfff\LO BILL STORUES .. 81 rize Winners in Contest No. 3. OR the past three weeks the judges have been ca1eful!y reading the contributions entered in the Buffalo Bill Anecdote Contest No. 3, which dosed May j-;t. There have been thousands upon housands of contestants, and the editors wish to congratulate every boy who entered the co11test for the ood work he has done. NAMES OF PRIZ:E WINNERS. FIRST PRIZE WINNERS. William Gander, Matteawau, N. Y. Grover C. Parker, Milford, Texas. A. R. Sartwell, Theresa, N. Y. Y.Jnch gets a first-class Spalding Catcher's Mitt. Made throughout of a specially tanned and s e1ec .ted buckskin, s t rong an.d durable soft and pliable and extra well padded. Has patent lace back. PRIZE WINNERS. Roy o h o, H a z e l Dell, P a G eo. W. Wall, B11ffnlo, N. Y. W H Schmidt, Augusta, Ga. Each receive s a Spa1ding's Infielder's G love. l\Iade throug h out of s elected velvet tanned buckskin, lined and co.rrectly padded with finest felt. Highest qtrnlit y of workmanship throughout. THIRD PRIZE W I NNERS J. B. 'l'urner. Bet hany, Neb. H. L e wis, We stfield, Mass. L Nolan, Rocheste1-, N. Y. Tom C o h en, St. Joseph, M o .J. F .Jeffreys, Col., 'fex. C Frnnklin, S nllnter, Tenn. .I.E. Meyers Philu., P a C. G. Schiefe1-, Ft. Wayne, Ind. ,..Harold James, Dutton, Ont C ha s West, Dand lle, Vn. E ach receives an Ar Spalding League Baseball Bat. l\Iade of the Yery best s e l e cted s econd growth white ns h timbe r, grown on hig h l al) d. swamp ash is u sed in th bats Absolutely the bes t bat made. FOURTIJ PRIZE WINNERS, E.W. Thurmond, W. Va. E. V. E a r ly Wilmington, N C Billie Windle, Flauagn n Ill. Arth ttr Swnrk )'fa u nettc W is. G. Pearson, }farnmoud, Ind P11. S. A shcroft, Stre d es boro, N J L aurence lilchler, Pa. Y ?. Pro,idcucc R. I. R B ;ru, Jacksonville, na. Each rccciv1:;s n Spal ding I!z.inch "Long D i s t a n ce" .'.llega phone. :'.\Iadc fircboarcl, capable o f carryhi g tbe o f a human voice one mile imd in $ Orne i nstance s two More fun tha11 a barre l Of Every one of these twenty-six prize winr:ers e arned his prize.. The contest w a s cfo:se. Many of who did not wtn car::1.e so neai doing lt that you are almost st1re to win iu the r.;c-ntest you e ni:er Ifs rarely a boy does his best at his first I t 's the boy who enters contest after contest who fin a lly w i ns a prize. Remember that the neatr,ess and appear a nce cf co..J.tr ibulio1 s rSEVEN COMPLrn; 'FISHING TACKLE I i ASSORTMENTS j 6IVEN Aw AY AS PRIZES I Look on the Back Cover of No. 52 to See What They Are Like. IF YOU WIN ONE o f these famous fif..' : tackle asso rti m e nts you \\"ill have everything could p os si b l y need i n the way of fishing tackle. \ uu will have s uch a complete assortmen t that you w i ll be able t o MAKE MONEY r e tailing hoo k s iines and sinkers t o your c omfll rades who have not been fortunate enoug h to win p ri zes You may become a dealer i n fishing t ackl e if you win o n e of o these prizes, for you will have a complete assortment of over NINE HUNDRED HOOKS of All Kinds ONE HUNDRED LINES, Besides SINK ERS and TROLLIIiG HOOKS. . : I of the I i o n e which bas just closed--one of the most successful co n111 tests cybr inaugurated. Every hoy in the co untr y has had I some THRI L LINC ADVENTURES. You h ave had one yourself-perhaps you were held up by robber s, o r were t nearly rnn over by a train; perhaps i t was a close shave i n @ a burning building, in scaling a preci pice, i n bear-hunting, i or swimming; whatever it was, WRITE IT UP. D o it i n ; less than 500 words, and mai l it to us with the accompany! ng c0u pon. 3 All entries mus t be in before September I. 'l'he contest closes o n tha t d ate. I T h e Prizes Will Be Awarded to the Seven I Boy s S e nding in the Best Stories. i Look on. the back co yer of Xo. 52 for photograph and ii of one of the prizes. 'Eo l!CGOJnQ a Colltesta.nt for Tltese t'!ut out the Aneedote Co:nest Conpon printed herewith. till it out p roperly, and se.n d "-'?' it to BUFFALO Utr.r. \VEEKLY. care of & Smllb, 'Villinm >."ew York City, together with your anecdote. NQ anec.dote I will be considered that does not ha\e thi; coupon accomp,.nyh1g i t !i!J I co:ir.:n::->o:s: e I mLL i i ; : :: : I .................................................. ............... t T 1tln o r A necd o t e ............................................... ... -......


I BUFF !\LO BILL SIZE.) Containing the Only Stories Authorized by Hon. WILLIAM F CODY ("Buffalo Bill") 26-Buffalo Bill and the Prairie Whirlwind; or, The Three Avengers. 27-Buffalo Bill Entrapped; or, The Phantom of the Storm. j 28-Buffalo Bill in the Den of the Ranger Chief; or, One Chance in a Thousand. 29-Buffalo Bill's Tussle with Iron Arm, the Renegade; or, Red Snake, the I 1 Pawnee Pard. 1 30-Buffalo Bill on the Roost Trail; or, The Redskin Heiress 31-Buffalo Bill's Peril; or, Going It Alone in Dead Man's G ulch. 1 32-Buffalo Bill in Massacre Vallev; or, T h e Search for the Missing Ranger. 33-Buffalo Bill in the Hidden Retreat; or, The Captives of O l d Bear Cl a w s 34-Buffalo Bill's Disappearance; or, The Stranger Guide of the Rio Grande. 1 35-Buffalo Bill's Mission; or, The Haunt of the Lone Medici n e Man. ; 36-Buffalo Bitl and the Woman in B lack ; or, In League with the T oll-Takers. 1 37-Buffalo Bill and the Haunted R anch; or, The Disappearanc e of the Ranchman's Daughter. 38-Buffalo Bill a nd the Danite Kidnapers ; or, The Green R iver Massacre. 39-Buffalo Bill's Duel; or, Among the Mexican Min ers. '. 40-Buffalo Bill and the Prairie Wolves; or, Hunting the .Bandit s of Boneyard Gulch. 41-Buffalo Bill at Painted Rock; or, After the Human Buzzards. 42-Buffalo Bill and the Boy Trailer; or, After Kidnappers i n Kans.as. 43-Buffalo Bill In Zigzag Canyon; or, Fighting Red Hugh's B and. 44-Buffalo Bill's Red Allies; or, Hand to Hand with the Devil Gang. 45-Buffalo Bill in the Bad Lan ds; or, T railing the V eiled Squaw. 46-Buffalo Bill's Trail of t h e Ghos t Dancers ; or, The Si o ux C h ie f' s Secret. 1 47-Buffalo Bill's Deadliest Deal; o r T h e Doomed Desp eradoes o f Satan's Mine. 48-Buffalo Bill's Secret; or, The Trail of a Traitor. 49-Buffalo Bill's Phantom H u n t ; or, The G ol d Guide o f Colorado Canyon. 50-Buffalo Bill's Brother i n Buckskin; or, The Redskin L ariat Rangers. 51-Buffalo Bill's Trail o f the M a n Tigers; or, T h e D oom of the B randed Hand. 52-Buffalo Bill's Boy Pard; or, Trai n ing the Buckskin Boy. Ba.ck numbers always on hand. If you cannot ge t t h em f rom your nev.rsd eal er, five cen ts a copy 1 will bring them to you, by mail, postpaid. I STREET & SMIT H Publishers, 238 ... JVI[ NE"V C I T Y


The World-Renowne Buffalo Bil (HON. WM. F. CODY) One of his latest photos by Sta Buffalo Bill Storie is the only auth orized by HoN. WM. F. Coo WE were the publishers o the first story ever w.rit ten of the famous and world renowned Buffalo Bill, the hero whose life has been on succession of exciting and thri ling incidents combined wi great successes and ac :omplish ments, all of which will be tol in a series of grand storie which we are now placing be fore the American Boys. Th popularity they have alread obtained shows what the boy want, and is very gratifying t the publishers. STREET & SMIT PUBLISHERS


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