Buffalo Bill's still hunt, or, Fighting the robber of the ranges

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Buffalo Bill's still hunt, or, Fighting the robber of the ranges

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Buffalo Bill's still hunt, or, Fighting the robber of the ranges
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THE BU ff J\LO BILL STORIES. bullets, the plucky defender inside fired again, this time woundmg the horse ridden by the out law coming to the aid of his chief. The animal felf heavil y, but the rider caught upon his feet and sprang to one side of the coach, while his chief threw the door open upon the other. "It's over with him, so we have nothing to fear now," said the chief, as he saw the form of the defender of the coach lying all in a heap, and his life ebbing rapidly awa y, from the wounds be had received at the h nds of the out laws. "Frank dead, one horse ditto, and another d y ing, so the old coach should pan out well to repay us, Pat," said the chief, and he added: "Not to speak of my own wound, which amounts to little." He drew the body of the brave passenger from the coach as he spoke, and with deft bands, as though l ong e..'>: perienced in such work went through his search for booty. A well-filled purse, some jewelry, a watch and chain, and a wallet of papers were whathe found, and quickly the outlaw chief looked them over. Then he stood for some time, lost in a deep r eve rie, as though with little fear of danger to him self there, until suddenly he broke out with the words; "By Heavens, but I'll risk it! "Yes, if I hang for it, I will. "Do what sir?" asked his companion. "Pat, I am going to play a bold game for gold, for I shall go to the fort, and you are to help me out." "Go to the fort, sir?" asked the amazed man. "Yes, I shall go as a passenger in Ribbon 's coach, one who nred upon the road agents and was wounded, and afterward was robbed. Quick, get me the clothes off that man and help me to disguise myself-yes, here is a dre ssiug -case belonging to him, and I will soon have off my beard and mustache. "Then I will place the body of the passenger in the coach in another of his suits of clothes, for he traveled well supplied, and Frank can be left where he fell, for they will send back to the scene of the hold-up when I reach the fort." "Ah, captain, you have clean lost your senses." "Not a bit of it, Pat, for I see a chance to visit the fort without the slightest dain.:ige, and there is one there whom I wish particularly to see, for it means big money for me." And all this while the daring man was making his toilet, having quickly shaved off his mustache and im perial. "Now, Pat, stand there and empty a couple of revol vers into the coach, :md then you get Frank's horse, take that dead man s luggage, and go to the retreat, but say nothing of where I am, or when to expect me back, only do you keep in Spy's Canon to be ready to meet me, Ol\ a messenger I may send there. 1'Now I am ready, and do you get off at once, for a body of cavalry might happen along this way." And mounting the box, where the dead Ribbons still lay, after a few more words of instructions to his man, the outlaw chief drove on up the hill, holding the reins like one who wa s a skilled driver. His outlaw companion followed a moment after, with the lugg age of the dead passenger, leaving his dead com rade and the horses lying in the trail. Half-an-hour after the coach had rolled away a horse man came dasljing up on the scene and drew rein. The hor sema n was Buff alo Bill, the King of Scouts, and he cried, stern l y : "This is the work of the Rbbber of the Ranges-Silk La sso Sam." The trails were still fresh, and that night Buffalo Bill led a band of scouts upon the outlaws and caught them. They offered a desperate resistance, and all preferred to die rather than surrender. One outlaw made his escape. To the surprise of all however, Silk Lasso Sam's b ody was not found among the others, and only Bill himself had any idea of what the outlaw"s scheme was. CHAPTER II. AT PIONEER POST. "Sieze that man!" The speaker was Buffalo Bill, and he was pointing to a well-dressed man who was talking to Colonel Dunwoody in his private room in the fort which he commanded at Pioneer Post. The two scouts who were behind Buffalo Bill sprang forward, and to the surprise of Colonel Dunwoody, bound him and threw him up on the floor. Buffalo Bill soon explained the situation. "I recognize that man as the Robber of the Ranges, al though his mustache and imperial have been shaved off," he cried, after h e had told1Colonel Dunwoody of the hold up of the coach and the death of the driver and passenger. "It is clear to me that he has come here to impersonate the passenger, in order to start some new plan of mis chief." Colonel Dunwoody seemed disposed to think that the great scout had mad e a mistake, but when two of the drivers on the stage line who were called in had posi tively identified the prisoner as the Robber of the Ranges -Silk Lasso Sam-his doubts were removed and the pris oner, who had not spoken a word during the discussion, was quietly removed to the guardhouse. Two days after the capture of the outlaw, a new ar rival appeared at Pioneer Post. It was a woman, and this fact was sufficient to create considerable stir at the post, where women were, indeed, scarce. She came from Pocket City, the neighboring mining town, where she had been known to the miners as Bonnie Belle, although those who knew her well declared that her name was Ruth Arden, and that she had come from the East in search of a brother who had gone West. She was the owner of the only hotel in the place-the Frying Pan, as it was called-as well as the gambling house known as Devil 's Den. She w as respected by every one, .:is she was a woman of intelligence and refine ment. Colonel Dunwoody received her kindly, and was very much surprised when he learned that Sam Arden, or Silk Lasso Sam, the robber who had been captured, was her brother, whom she had been unable to locate for years She wept bitterly when told that the outiaw must die for his crimes, and asked only the privilege of seeing him once. She had a l ong in te rvi ew with him, and then an nounced her intention of leavin g the 'vV est forever. She had nothing more to keep her there, now that the brother

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1'HE B U ff ALO BILL ST O RIES. 3 she had been searching for was to die, and so she in tended going back to the East. She remained at the post for seve r a l days, but she decided to leave before her brother was executed, as she could not bear the thought of hi s death CHAPTER III. ANOTHER HOLD-UP. It was with the deepest regret that ever y one at the fort bade farewell to Ruth Arden-the colonel handing the maiden to a seat upon the box b y the side of shoe Ned, the driver, w h o seemed proud to have his fair passenger again und er his charge. Then Ned gathered up his re ins, to his leade:s and away whir l ed th e coach at a slappmg pace, whil e the eyes of Ruth were seen to turn with a longing look toward t h e cabin where her brother was in irons, and must soon go forth from hi s prison to the gallows. The coming of Ruth had created much comment. Had she been an ordinary person it would have been less thought of. But all who saw her recognized the lady at once, and more, she was very beautiful, and h e r m an ner strange l y fascinating. Her c o ming carried out the old saying that no man 1s so vile but has one good woman to l ove him. She had shown her good sense in going. A-:. the coach rolled away Surgeon Frank Powell and ). Buffalo Bill were stan ding near the latter's quarters. ''Bill, she is really going," said the s ur geo n as h e saw Ruth, whom both had talked to, upon the box with Horseshoe Ned. "So it seems Doc." The coach rolled by just 'hen and both Surgeon Powell and Buffalo Bill raised thei hats, a salutation which Ruth returned with a very g r acious bow They watched the coach until it left the stockade through the gateway. "They is two dandies from 'wayback, miss." Such had l:>een Horseshoe Ned's comment regarding Surgeon Powell and Buffalo Bill as the coach roll e d by them. "\.\Tho are they?" innocently asked Ruth She had talked to both of them about her brother ; but she had been too disturbed to notice who they were "Ther one in fatigue uniform is Dr. Frank Powell, miss, better known as ther Surgeon Scout, for he 's one of the best Injun fighters and trailers o n ther plains, and no man has had a more dangerous life than he has lived. '"I-Ie's a dead shot, and don't know no more >vhat fear is than I does about preachin' ther Gospil. ''Ther ain't no squarer and b e tter man in the W ild \7\!est than V/hite Beaver, as the Injuns calls him, nor a better surgeon scout and all a r pu nd man either." "You cer tainly give him a most delightful recommenda tion, Horseshoe Ted ; but who is the one in buckskin and the broad sombrero who was talking to him?" ''That are Buffalo Bill." ''Yes, I have heard of him, as I have also of the Surgeon Scout, for they are known everywhere, it seems, through their deeds." "Yes, miss, they is, for a fact. "Buffalo Bill is chief of scouts at the fort, and he is a man to tie to when one needs a friend '"It war them two, if you'll pardon me for saying it, thet captured Silk Ribbon Sam, and stopped highway robbery on this trail." ''Then you think there will now be no more holding up of c@aches on the Overland?" on ther trail I runs miss, I'm thinking." So on the coach went along its way, Horseshoe Ned delighted at exhibiting his skill as a driver and striving hard to keep Ruth from dwelling upon the fact that she had lost her brother forever. Just as the coach drove down into Deep Dell Brook, where it had been last held up and Ribbons had been killed, Horseshoe Ned said : "I tells yer, miss, it's a comfort ter feel yer kin halt in thet stream ter water your horses and not be expecting a shot all th er time." "Yes, for you have risked clangers enough to enjoy some sense of security now," was Ruth's answer. But hardly had the words been uttered when suddenly down the trail beyond, leading into the stream, rode a h orseman. He was dressed in black, but rode a snow-white horse, th o ugh all of his trappings were of sable hue. The hors eman was masked, and wore a black sombrero, but his hair fell in heavy waves upon his broad shoulders, concealing even his neck, while, as he wore gantlet gloves, no one could have told from his appearance whether he was pal eface, Indian, Chin ee o r negro ''Hands up! Horseshoe Ned, for you carry a rich prize,., cried the horseman as he reached the water's edge and leveled his rifle at the driver. ''Waal, 1'11 be etarnally roasted, ef thet don "t beat all, for I were jist sayin' thc'r trail were clear o' varmints like you." ''Silence! "Hold on th ere, my pretty lady for I'll send a bullet through your brain as quickl y as I would shoot Horseshoe Ned if you attempt to show your claws," sternly cried the highwayman. This command was caused by seeing the action of Ruth, for she had drawn toward her a small valise she had be hind her upon the top of the coach, and in which she had a revolver, which had before rendered her good service. J ot expecting a hold-up, she had not kept the wl':'.a.Uf\ll. near her. There was something in the tone of the maR that indi cated his intention to be as good as his word and Ruth rai sed her hand from the satchel. "Say, robber, if yer don't consider me rude I'd like ter ask yer who yer be, for I thought ther old gang had been wiped "The old gang was, but I have come to hunt the trails, and I am here to stay. "That lad y is well fixed, as I happen to know, so I will trouble her for her money and all else of value she may have with her. "If she refuses, I will kill you, Horseshoe Ned, and hold her a captive until she pays far more than I can now rob her of. "I hope you both understand the situation." "I understand you is a thief I'd like ter get a rope onto once, growled the driver, while Ruth said:

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THE BUFF .t\LO BILL STORIES. "Yes, I understand the situation perfectly, Sir Robber. "You have the power to rob me, and so I submit to your brute force only. "I have with me considerable money, a thousand dol lars, perhaps, and some jewelry, as you have said, and I will give all up if you demand it, but I would like to ask to keep a little money and several trinkets which, of little value to you, are most valuable to me from association. "May I keep these and a hundred dollars in money?" J.t would seem that few could resist this appeal, but the r er had the power and he meant to use it. "No, not a dollar, or anything of value shall you keep. "I risk my life to rob, and I demand all, so give it up, or I draw trigger on Horseshoe Ned and you are my captive. "Come, no nonsense, so hand over your wealth," and the robber rode nearer to the coach. CHAPTER IV. CRACK SHOTS. The man who had halted the coach moved nearer to it, riding into the stream to do so. The team of horses looked at him askance, as though appreciating the situation, while the face of Horseshoe Ned grew black with rage. "Ter think I can't protect her," he muttered. To have his fair passenger robbed of her money and jewels while in his keeping was a terrible thought to the driver. he was powerless to protect her, as the slightest resistance on his part meant instant death to him. So the road agent, still covering the driver with his rifle, rode nearer to the coach. "You will force me to give up all?" said Ruth, in a voice that showed she was deeply moved. "Every dollar and valuable you has along," was the stern rejoinder. "Then I suppose there is no help for me," and she opened the satchel and placed her hand within it. "None, my pretty miss, for I need all you have and more too." "Then take all that I have to give !" As the words were uttered the hand came quickly out of the satchel, it was thrust forward, and a sharp report followed. With a.cry of pain the road agent dropped his rifle into the stream, for his right arm was shattered, and then, with a savage oath, he dropped his left hand upon his revolver on his hip. But quickly a second shot rang out, and, unmindful of the plunging team, which brought all of Horseshoe Ned's energies to bear tq stop them from turning short around in the stream, the bullet was truly aimed and the left arm dropped to his side, the weapon falling into the water. "My God, miss, don't kill me!" cried the road agent, and he wheeled his horse by a movement of his body and a word, to dash away. "I hate to harm that beautiful animal, but he must not escape," cried Ruth, now thoroughly aroused, and for the third time her revolver was raised. A quick glance along the barrel and the third shot rang out. Althoucll h.oi:s5t .'t\'.il. bi.Jl full speed, the aim was true, and the animal dropped upon his knees, stumbled and went down, throwing his rider hard. "I'll catch him, miss, if you can hold the team," cried Horseshoe Ned, after giving vent to a wild yell of ad miration for the girl's crack shooting and the success she had met with. But as he spoke there came a rushing sound behind them, a plunge and a horseman was crossing the stream with mighty leaps. "Buffalo Bill!" yelled Horseshoe Ned wildly, and in an instant the scout had crossed the stream and was by the side of the wounded outlaw. "Don't kill me, for I cannot resist," said the road agent, faintly. Snatching the mask from his face, Buffalo Bill said: "Ah, I know that face. "You are the one of Silk Lasso Sam's band who es caped. "Ho, Ned, you did some crack shooting here, even if you did not kill him." "It wasn't me did it, Buffalo Bill," responded Ned, who had now driven up to the spot. "Not you?" ary ." "Who, then ?" "This young !eddy, and she knows how ter use a gun, says, I." "I did not wish to kill him, so broke his right arm. "Then, as he drew a revolver with his left, I sent a bullet through that, and my third shot was to bring down his horse to prevent his escape." "Well, miss, you are a crack shot and the fellow is the last one of Silk Lasso Sam's band so that now there will be a clear trail to travel, I guess." "I will have you take him n with you, Horseshoe Ned, and bring him back to the fort with you on your next run." "I'll die if I am not cared for," groaned the man. "Well, if I was in your place, pard, I'd want to die, as yer'll hang as sartin as I knows yer name," put in Horseshoe Ned. "I did no harm," whined the man. "Oh, no, yer didn't, but it wasn't your fault all ther: same, for yer intended ter rob this young lady, and threatened to shoot her, too." "Well, ed, I'll do the best I can for his wounds until you reach the station, where the doctor can care for him, and you must be particular that he does not escape." "Yer won't go along then, Bill ?1 "No, for I am on a little scouting expedition I cannot neglect. "I heard your shots, Miss Arden, so rode on to see what was the matter. "I congratulate you upon your nerve and splendid shooting 1 "I thank you, sir, for praise from such a man as Buffalo Bill is worth having." "It was just splendid the way she did it, Bill," said Horseshoe Ned, who now, with the scout, set to work to dress the wounds of the road agent. Taking from her satchel several handkerchiefs, Ruth tore, them into strips for bandages, and aided dressing the wounds which she had made. : At last the w.,ork Fas .d9ne, the i:_oad agent i!i.,as pla\:ed

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1"HE BUffJ\lO BILL STORIES. in the coa c h an d th e d oors secured firmly, and his traps wer e p lac e d o n th e top Mo untin g t h e box a g a in with Horseshoe Ned, Ruth sai d goodb y t o Buffa l o B ill a nd th e t e am moved on once m ore. B u t afte r wa i t in g for so m e littl e time, B u ffalo Bill m ounted a n d r ode o n after the c o ach. .. .... 't. .. CHAPTER V. C AUGI:!T I N THE ACT. Buffa l o B ill follo w e d o n the trail of tbe coach with no aesire to be see n aga in b y the woman whom he was w atc h i n g He had n ot inte n ded to b e s e en onl y the firing had q u i ck l y t a ke n him t o th e rescue. 'If s h e w as r e all y the all y of her bro ther, it is certain that the o u t l aw s h e wounded did not know it, for no look pa ssed betwee n the m that I could see, and she would not h ave fired o n him had sh e known him T hu s mu sed t h e s c out as h e rode on after the coach It was n ight w h e n h e r ea ched the station where Horse s h oe Ned's run ende d and he w ent at once to the hotel. He found Ned t h e re, and lea rned that his passenger ha d taken th e o utgoin g c o ach eastward "That sett les it, mused th e scout. She goes East an d not to Pocket City, for she has g iven u p t h e i dea o f r esc ue as impossible. "Poor g i r l I p it y h er, and o nl y w i sh she loved one in s ome way wort h y of her dee p r ega rd T h e n he said : "Well, Ned, w hat do y ou th i n k o f Miss Arden?" I t hi n k she i s j u st t h e d : mdi es t girl I ever crossed ther trai l of, B ill. But, B ill ef yer hed s een Miss Arden work u p thet J eet l e racket t o a climax ye r 'cl h e v died o' joy. "Yer see, I g i v e up all for gon e wh e n s he talked ther sa m e w ay a nd inv i t e d the t sarpint t e r take ther things. She ope n e d t he r satc h e l and out com e a gun, and oh, my I Bill s h e's t h er deades t s h o t I e ver s e e n barrin' you and Surgeo n Powe l l." "Sh e has n e rve of an unc o mmon order, Ned, and sh e s e n ds a b ulle t to d e ad center. "But w h e r e i s your pris o ner?" H e' s i n t he r t a vern under guard, the doctor havin' fi'xed up hi s wounds." "Ar e t h ey ve r y b a d?" "Ther l eet l e b one in hi s right arm w ere 'Smashed, and t h e r b ulle t g r azed the o n e in his left, but he ll b e w ell en o u g h to hang, for it's hi s neck we wants in prime c o n diti on for t h e t o cca s i on. "But w h a r i s yo u g o in ', B ill ? " I t h ought I wo ul d o n here and se e if you needed an y aid go in g ba c k with y our man. "No, i n dee d for I'll t ie him o n the box with m e ; but I'll be g l ad o f your com p any, Bill if y ou will go along." "Thank yo u no, for I'll continue on in rny scouting al ong th e r a n ge t o -m orrow Staying th a t n i g h t a t the tav e rn Buffalo Bill left bright a nd earl y t h e n ex t m o rning, taking the trail for Y e!low Dus t Val ley, in w hich wa s situa ted the mining town of P ocket City. He was wellmount e d .and it was not yet suns et when h e rode b_y t h e l o nel y of the min er, Deadshot Dean, an honest man and a great friend of the scout, who had rec e ntly left the mines to take a trip East. The cabin was closed and doubly locked, and an air of d eso lation and desertion was upon all. The scout had hitched his horse down in the valley and walked up to the cabin. G o ing to the re a r of it around the cliff, he stood gazing at the fine view from that point, until suddenly he heard bl o ws toward the cabin Quickly he mad e his way there, and felt sure that some one was striving to break in. Voices reached hi s ear, too, for one said: "Yer hain t moved her, Jerry, so let me get a whack at her as I fer one d on't intend ter be caught in this neigh borhood arter dark, fer this is too near ther Hangman's Gulch ter suit me." Hangman' s Gulch was a sp o t much drea ed by miners, bec a use it was s aid to be haunte d And it don t please me a little bit." "Take ther ax and let fly, for thar' s money inside I is dead sartin," was the repl y The scout placed his foot on the projecting ends of the l o g s, and quickly ascended to the ro of, which was nearly fl.at and of boards on top of logs, slanting toward the cliff under which the c::bin stood. He drew a revolver in each hand, knelt down, and, peeping ov er, saw the two men hard at work to break in the door. So fat t hey had ma d e no impression upon either the l ocks or th e door, and, covering both of them with a re volv er, Buff alo Bill said, sternly: "Hands up pards, for I want y ou both!" The voice coming from over their heads, and just aJter their expres s ed dread of b e ing so near Hangman's Gulch wh e n ni g ht cam e on, brought fr o m the lips of each man a cry o f fright. They shrank back, l o ok e d up and s.aw their danger. "Hands up, I say!" roared Buffalo Bill. Quickly the y obeyed, and in an instant the scout had leap e d down fr o m the roof and confronted them. Breaking into Deadshot Dean's home, are you? Well, I am glad I happened along at this time, for th e miner is a fri e nd of mine and I guess you are citizens who will n o t be mis sed if y ou are called suddenly away fro m Pocket City. "I'll take y o ur w e ap o ns sir," and th e scout slipped t e revolver and knife from the b e lt o f one of the roen. And yours, t oo," and the second one w a s dis arm ed. "Hain't y ou Buff a lo Bill ? " So I am call ed." W a al I might have kn o w e d it f e r y e r i s allus around when yer hain t want e d "I'm a s c o ut, you know ;" was the smiling answer. '" Waal, what d oes y er tre at us t his wa y fer?" "When I g e t y ou to P o cket Cit y it is more than likely you 'll find out," was the sc o u t 's significant reply. The t wo h o usebreakers did n o t r e li s h the reply of Buf falo Bill. They felt' that the y were in dangerous hands, and had been caught in an act that would not be tolerated in Gold Dust Valley. It would never do to be taken into Pocket City as prisoners.

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1'HE BUFFALO BlLL STORIES. Their reputations there were of a very unsavmy char act er, and miners were quick to resent an injustice. They must get away at all costs, for an enraged border crowd was hard to manage, and would the matter over after they were hanged. "I say, Buffalo Bill, this is a darned good joke," said one of the prisoners. "What is ?" "Your making us prisoners." "Yes, it is funny." "I doesn't see ther joke," growled the other. "You haven't the sense of humor that your companion has, for he sees it," said the scout. "But I means this, Pard Buffalo Bill : We was sent here by Deadshot Dean ter git some things fer him, and as he hed lost his key he told us ter knock in ther door, don t yer see?" "I see wh re you did the knocking, yes." "Now jist go with us ter Deadshot Dean, and he 'll say it's all right." "Where is he i'" "!-!p yer cp.fion thar. "\'\l'e'll show yer." "Look here I Deadshot Dean went East weeks ago, and you cannot play any bluff game on me." "I tells yer ther truth." "You couldn't tell the truth, either one of you, except tlr accident. No, I am going to Pocket City, _and you go with me. I caught you breaking into the caLin of an absent miner, and I shall so report to the m,iners and give you up to them." / "They'll hang us." "That is your misfortune, not my fault." "And we so innercent," whined one. "See here, Buffalo Bill, we don't want ter hand in our chips no more than you does, so if yer plays quits with us we'll divvy." "What will you divide?" "I've got nigh a thousand in money here with me, and Jerry have got about half as much, so you kin hev all if yer'll let us go." "Yes, all of fifteen hundred dollars," said "Well, it is more money than I make in a year with chief of scou1!s' pay, but if it was ten times as much, you could not bribe me to do a mean act. "I know you are two scamps, for whom hanging would be only justice, and, as I caught you housebreaking, I'll so report your acts. "Come, you go with me. "Stand close up behind this man, sir." "Tom, we is goners." "Dead sa:rtin, Jerry." Having placed the men at close step, Buffalo Bill buckled their belts together, and fastened them about their waists. ''I'll carry ther weepons, Buffalo Bill." "No, thank you, Jerry, I can do so," was the snling reply. Shouldering the ax and iron bar two men had brought with them, and sticking their weapons in his belt, until he looked like a walking arsenal, Buffalo Bill made his prisoners march down the hill before him. The;-e he found his horse, and, 1mounting, ordered the men to face toward Pocket City and march. They did so, with low curses and whines. It was just before sunset as they passed Hangman's Gulch, and they glanced up into the dark recesses of the canon with many misgivings that they would soon be more intimately acquainted with the weird and dreaded spot. Just as twilight was falling, the scout heard the supper horn of the Frying Pan Hotel, the only hotel in the town, and from that moment a stream of humanity began to pour out of the mines and cabins and flow toward the rendezvous of the miners on every night. They quickly caught sight of Buffalo Bill, whose hand some face and form were seldom seen in Y el!ow Dust Valley, and, beholding his they began to call out in many an odd question as to what it meant. "Ho, Tom and Jerry, what's up?" "Hain't thet Buf-ler Bill?" "What has yer got 'em in limbo fer, pard?" "Has they been robbin' a henroost ?" "Say, pard, what has they been up ter ?" "Is yer goin' ter hang 'em?" "They'll be no loss ." . .;t
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t'HE BUFFALO BILL ST ORIE;S. 7 lier affairs in her absence, and who seemed anxious to treat the scout well. Boimie Be ll e's quarters were all securely locked up in h er absertce, but othe rwi se the hotel was in foll blast, and the Vigilante captain and Bu ffalo Bill sat down to a very t empting supper. The prisoners had been placed in safe hands, and with their guards were e a t ing supp er near so the scout had an opportunity to see how much kindness was bestowed upon the two men. "You see the boys wish to do the best they can for them, as they regard t hem as dying men, explained the store keeper. "DyiQ.g men?" \,Yell, it amounts to that, as we shall try them after su pper, and that means a verdict of guilty." "What is the use of trying them if the verdict 1s as sured?'' asked Buffalo Bill with a smile "Well. for effect. "You caught them trying to into Deadshot Dean s ca bin and rob it, and you brought here with you the im plements they used, w hil e you bear testimony to their guilt." "True, but why not run them out of the camps, under penalty of death i f they return?" "That would n ever do, for of course every fellow that i s run out has a purse mqde up for him by the sympa thetic miners, and hereafter every man that wanted money would do some act to be sent away for, whereas if we try these men, find them guilty and hang them, Pocket City will rid itself of two notorious scoundrels and their end will serve as a who l eso me les son for others." "Well, if they are all yo u say they are they deserve h anging, yet I suppose it would have been better for me to have taken them to the fort to get justice." "They will get justice here, for we will try them by th e l aw of right. "Now let us go and arrange for the trial." "Need 1 appear in the matter, sir?" "\,Yell, as I am judge, I'll ask you to take a seat with m e on the bench." ''You are very kind, sir; but I am only a witness." "Well, you will h ave to face the prisoner and the crowd, so take a seat with me on the bench.' The "judge" evidently felt the importance of his posi tion, and as he left t h e suppe r-room, light ed his pipe and took up his position upon the piazza, where seats had already been placed for him and the prisoners. The bench was one in real ity, and Buffalo Bill sat down next to the judge, whi l e the prisoners were placed in front of them. The crowd had now increased to seve ral hundred men, ye they were not noisy, and their silence was more ex pres sive than their shouting would have been The prisoners were white with fear, for they sat where the l ight of a !1llmber of lantern s fell full up o n them. They cast uneasy glances at the judge, baleful o nes at Buffalo Bill, and pleading dnes over the crowd, where they looked in vain for some sy"llpathetic face. The Vigi lant e captain called the meeting to order by rapping with his bowie kn ife upon the bench. It was as effective, hovy-ever, as a gold e n gavel in Con gress would h ave been. Instantly there vvas a deathlike s ilence _____ ...______---....... "Gentlemen," began the Vigilante captait1, after clearing his throat: "You have honored me by making me captain of the Vigilantes of Yellow Dust Valley, and also have be stowed upon me the more honored title of Judge of the Criminal Court of Pocket City. "Thus are many of us present who remember that Yel low Dust Valley was a very dangerous place of abode be fore the Vigilantes were organized, for lawlessness and disorder reigned supreme. "But since they began to hunt down criminals and this court sentence them for their crimes, see the change. "Why, there has not been a murder in Pocket City for thirty-six hours "This gentleman beside me, my fellow-citizens, I desire to introduce to you as a man whose name has spread from pole to pole from the rising to the setting sun, as you will kn ow when I tell you that he is Buffalo Bill." A wild roar like thunder answered the words of the judge, and Buffalo Bill arose and bowed to the compli ment bestowed upon him. "Now, gentlemen," resumed the judge, "let me tell you that on his way to Pocket C ity this evening Buffalo Bill saw a sight which I am going to a sk him to relate to you." Thus urged, the scout arose, and s imply told his story as it is known to the reader. Then the jLidge r es umed: "You have heard, gentlemen, and this case is tried ac cording to iaw and Gospel, for as soon as Wf; have h eard your decision in the matter, and I can guess what it will be, I will pass sentence, after which I will read a chapter in the Bible and the Ten Commandments to the prisoners and end by singing the Doxology.' "Now, gentlemen, are these men guilty or not guilty?" "Guilty !" came with another roar like thunder. The two prisoners fairly quaked under the angry re sponse of "guilty" to the question of the judge, and Buffalo Bill quickly aro se and signified his desire to i;"f"'\0."' l r '-r .... -A. The judge rapped for silence, and said : "We will hear what the gre:it scout has to say "I would say, gentlemen, as a government officer, it is my wish to hav e full justice done these men. "It i s true that I c aught them robbing a miner's cabin, or attempting t o do so, but there are crimes far heinous than that and I b eg that you will, in their case, give them as light a punishment as possible, for I am sure they will h ee d the warning they have had." The words of the scout fell upqn deaf ears when he made an appeal for mercy He might as well have attempted to stem the current of a river as stay that m ad element of humanity, for all eyes thrned from him to the judge, who said: "Yo u ha ve heard the appeal of our distinguished friend for mercv, and we will be merciful. "As these men have been unanimously pronounced guilty, our merc y will be n ot to long keep them in the agony of their approaching doom and hence I do hereby sentence them to be taken within th e hour to Hangman' s Gulch and there to be hanged by the neck until all life shall leave them, for the good order of this community must shall be preserv ed."

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8 THE BU ff J\LO BILL STORIES. Again a roar greeted these words; and, once more rap ping for silence, the judge said: "Officers, do your duty." The two guards stepped forward, and over the head of each prisoner placed a noose. Then the judge opened the Bible and read-just why Buffalo Bill did not know-the story of Daniel in the den of lions. This he followed with the Ten Commandments, dwell ing particularly upon the Eighth-"Thou shalt not steal" -and making it more impressive by the question put to the prisoners as to whether they heard it or not, and re peating it to them. Following this, three hundred voices sung the "Doxology," and then the judge arose, and, locking his arm in Buffalo Bill's, led the way to Hangman's Gulch. The guards and their prisoners followed, the twelve men who were to draw the doomed men into midair each grasping the rope of their respective victim. A slow and solemn step was kept to Hangman's Gulch, the many lanterns casting flickering shadows as they marched along. At last the place was reached, already dotted with the graves of many men who had trus been tried and exe cuted Into the dark, loathsome, weird place they filed, and soon approached the gallows where so many others had died. The two prisoners were moaning like men in physical pain, for the y wer e cowards at heart. Then they began to plead for mercy. But as well might they have appealed to the cliffs about them as to that crowd, for while some there were doubt less merciful. they were too greatly in the minority to dare speak what they felt The ropes were thrown over the beam, which was greased, and, at a signal from the judge, the twelve men upon each line drew their victims up into midair, silencing their cries for mercy. Then back from Hangman's Gulch surged the crowd, laughing and talking over the affair as they went, and it was generally agreed that Pocket City would be the better for the hanging. The Vigilante captain felt that he had done his duty so repaired to his store in a very self-satisfied humor, while Buffalo Bill accompanied him for a short tim e and began in a quiet way, to questi o n him ab out B o nnie B elle All he could learn was the fact that not a man in Yel l o w Dust Valley could say one word against her, all hold ing her as above reproach. Nothing was known of her antecedents, and there was not t\1e slightest suspici o n that she was c o nnected in an y way with the road agents under Silk Lasso Sam. She had gone Eas t upon some busin e s s of her own 1.h e storekeeper said and Deaclshot Dean, the m i ner, had been her escoti, and not aware that the latter was a married man Scott Kindon hinted that he believed there was a strong feeling of friendship between the t wo This might result in marriage and th e 'judge h o ped that it would, as the miner was a spl e ndid f ellow, in his opinion. Then, learning that the driver of the stagecoach was in Pocket City that night, Buffalo Bill sought him out. He found him at the Devil's Den, the gambling resort of the place, having just won all the money at poker which his adversary had. He greeted the scout sa id th a t h e h ad come in a couple of h o urs b efo re, and was g lad t o fee l that the trail was fr e e of outla w s I wish to a sk you, P a r d Sandy, so methin g a bout Bonnie Belle, said Buff a lo Bill. At once Sand y was all atte n t i o n "Vv aal, p a rd what kin I t ell ye r ?" "You to o k her in your coach w h e n s h e w ent East?" "Sure." "And the miner?" "Deadshot Dean?" "Yes." "He went along too "Where did you leave them?" "Waal, she left me at the trail junc t ion. "And the miner?" "He went on East on the regul a r c o ach "And Bonnie Belle?' ' "She took the upper branch trail via Omah a. "East?" "Yes." And this answer cause d Buffal o Bill t o p o n de r deep l y CHAPTER VII. ,. B U FFAL O BIL L ON A The mann e r in which B u ff al o Bill m e dita t ed w a s t hu s : Now Bonnie B ell e surely started East. Why then, did she le; w e D ea d s h o t Dan at t he O v er land juncti o n and take the upper t r ail, w hi c h led h e r through Chica g o ? Why did she turn bac k unl ess s h e had received so me word from the fort, where the o utla w w as a pri soner? "And you did not hear of h e r passing back over the trail?" "See here, Buffalo Bill you is chief o f scouts at Pione e r Post, I knows well, and you has a right t e r ask all ques tions of me, but I wants ter say if it' s t e r ge t Bon n i e Belle inter trouble, I'll be a dumb m a n sa r t in, a nd don't you fergit it." "Pard Sandy., that lit tle w o man h as no b e t te r fri e nd than I am, and I w o uld prote ct rath e r th an do one :ict to cause her trou b le ; bu t I am o n a secret t rai1, w h ich I w i s h to see
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THE BU ff ALO BILL STORIES. 9 "Oh, yes, I'll pla y if you wish, though I had not intended t o when I came in," said the scout. "Waal I plays for big stakes, and d o n t you forgit it," was the answer of t he challenger. Buffalo B ill t ook his measure in a steady look at him. He thought that his face was familiar, but he was not sure, fo r he could n o t r eca ll where he h ad seen him be fore. He was a man even larger t han the scout, for he was more braw ny, weighing over two hundred pounds, and as hard as iron. His face was beai;ded, his hair worn long, and he car ried no knife in h is belt, but i ns tead four revolvers, two i n front and one on each hip, so that no matter where he dropped his hand it must fall up o n the butt of a "gun." H e wore no superfluo us clothing either; his miner's shirt, corduroy pants, topboots, and slouch hat, pulled down over his eyes, about making up his wardrobe. The carrying o f four revolvers had gained him the name o f "Pist ols," and that he knew h ow to use them, t oo, several graves upo n Sunset Hill gave testimon y He was peacefully inclined when n ot drinking, but when under t h e influ ence o f liquor his best friends avoided him religiously, and those who saw him chal l e n ge B u ffalo Bi ll to play cards felt that the scout had made a mistake in accept ing, for they discovered that Pis tols was drinking, and that meant a r ow, they were c ertain. In answer to the r emark of the man that he played for big stakes, B uffal o B ill asked in his quief way: 'i\ll1at do you call big stakes" pard ?" "What does I call big stakes?" "Yes, that is the question I asked ." "Waal, I call a game without a limit bi g money.1 "Are yo u a bl e to stand a game without a limit?" "Is I? "Ask my pards if I can't call yer at a thousand and pay if I l oses." "Oh, a thousand is your limit, then?'' "Can you match rrie ?" "If I co ul d not I wou ld not play with you; but when yo u said 'without a limjt,' I wished to know what ya;u meant, as yo u can size my pile at a tho usand. "Now you know w hat I can do, so s ay whether you will play or back tlown ?" "Back down?" yelle d the miner, savagely. "Yes," was the perfectly calm response. "I n eve r b acks clown ag'in any odds." "Then play," said B uffal o B ill in the coolest manner possible. The int e rest in the games going on in Devil's Den very q uickl y was centered in the match between Buffalo Bill and Pistols. "I'm out fo r sc alps ," the miner had said, in a voice that was heard all over the saloon. At thi s Buffalo Bill l ooke d him squarely in the face, and th e re was something in the look that controlled the man, and the s cout said: "I see n ow that you have been drinking. "Had I suspected this I would not have played with you, for I n eve r play with a drunken man. "Beh ave yourse lf now, or quit before trouble follows." There was that in the words and look which mastered the man, for he made at first no reply ; but then he said : "What did I sa y to make you mad?" "Nothing, for I am not angry; but yo u sai d you v;ere out for scalps, and I wish you to understand that I take the same trail when there is n eed for it." 111e man appeared cowed, for he said : "We d'on't want trouble, Buffalo Bill. Shall I git a fresh pack of cards and will yer take a drink?" "Thank you, I do not care to drink, and you take my advice and let it alone. "But get the cards." An angry gleam came into th e eyes of Pisto ls. But he made no reply, and walked to the bar after a fresh p ac k of cards. "Shuffles, give me a fresh pack and some whisky, too," he said. "Here's the ca rds, Pistols, but tak e my advice and don't drink anv more, for Buffalo Bill is a strnnger here, said Shuffles. W aal, he wants ter git better acquainted with ther folks. "Whisky, I said straight, strong and blistering." Had Bonnie Belle be e n there he would have refused. But to do the best he could h e took a half-empty bottle hastily poured water into it, and se t iit before the maa, hoping to have him get but half the quantity. The miner found it out, held it up to the lamp, and looked at it. "Is this pale sherry, Shuffles?" "It's whisky." "You lies, for you have drowned it with water, so you kin hev it." Quick as a flash he dashed the stuff foll i,nto the face of poor Shuffles, who, blinded and maddened, drew his revolver and fired a shot at random. It was the last act of his life, for he dropped dead with a bullet in his brain, while Pistols called out: "He put water into my whisky, pards, and then shot at m e, so I kilt him There he lies ahind the bar." To. put water in whisky was a criminal offense which the miners of Yellow Dust Valley could not forgive or forget, and so Shuffles lost the sympathy of the crowd by his heinous act, while Pistols rose in their estimation for visiting just punishment upon one who would do such a thing. "Now, Pard Studley, I wants some whisky," and Pis tols turned to the bartender nearest, who quickly placed a fresh bottle before him. Then, turning to those who had gathered about him, he said: ''J'ine me, folks, in a leetle beverage, for I'm bettin' high it will be ther Simon-pure article. "Does yer catch on?" They "caught on" with alacrity, and with the upturned, pallid face of Shuffles, the eyes wide open, staring into his own, Pistols poured his glass full to the brim and dashed it down his capacious throat. A hush had fallen upon the crowd during this scene, and a few of the timid ones, or rather those who wished to avoid being in a row, silently withdrew from the build ing. There were several who felt that Buffalo Bill was making a sad mistake in having accepted the challenge of Pistols, while others knew that had he not done so, in the then temper of the man, a row would have been precipi-

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10 THE BUff BILL STORIES. tated at once, for he would Fertainly have insulted the scout then and there. A few now hastened to tell Buffalo Bill, who had not risen from his seat, that Pistols had just killed Shuffles, and had then taken a tumblerful of whisky, so was in a dangerous mood, and, having braced himself up to the right pitch by the liquor, he would seek an encounter. "He didn't have quite enough ter brace him fer trouble with you, paotl, f.or he has heerd o' you, as we all has, and that's w_,, he got more. "He's primed now, and will go off like a hair-trigger," a miner said. "Yas, so jist go out and let him alone,'' another added. Buffalo Bill smiled serenely. It was a smile that some who saw it felt boded mischief. Then he said, complacently: "I never seek trouble, gentlemen, unless I am after a man I know needs running down, and duty compels me. "I sought rio trouble with your comrade, and merely accepted his challenge, so he can tum it into any game that suits his humor best." "Here he comes now," cried a voice, and just then Pis tols was seen approaching the table where Buffalo Bill sat, a cigar between his teeth. With a lurch Pistols dropped into his chair, and glared at Buffalo Bill. "I has come back !" he said. 1 "So I see." "There's ther pack o' cards," and he tossed them upon the table. Buffalo Bill picked them up, glanced at them, and said: "Yes, they are all right." "Did yer think I'd git any as wasn't?" "Not being acquainted with you, I didn't know." Waal, we'll git better acquainted, I'!!l thinking." "Perhaps." "Come, don't git skeered, fer I hain't goin' ter shoot, only I hed ter kill a feller over thar, just now, and I is loadin' rny gun ag'in." "You are very wise." "Yer see; he ins"tll.tgd me." 'J: can hardly believe that possible." There were a number who heard this reply who ap preciated its sarcasm. Pistols felt that there was a meaning in it he could not fathom, so he did not try, and said: "Yes, he put water in my whisky." "Did he not know you ?" "Yas, only he tried to play a underhand game on me. "We has been mighty good friends, Shuffles and me, for he has twice saved my life, and he meant well to ward me, I is sartin, fearin' I sh'u'd git too much, so he put water in my whisky, and I'd kill my brother fer a insult like that." "I can believe you; but may he not have been only wounded ?" "Yer don't know me, pard, for I never wastes powder and lead, but shoots to kill. "I is sorry my poor pard Shuffles committed suicide, for he should have know'd me well; but he's out o' misery now, and I'll pay all ther expenses of ther funeral, and give him a beautiful send-off on ther trail ter glory, an' put up a stone over him with a inscription as a warnin' to them who puts water in whisky, which I drinks ter git all o' ther leetle devil out of it I kin. "Does yer tumble?" "Oh, yes; but do you still wish to play with me?" "Poes I?" "Yes." "Why, pard, I is in fer a game o' anything with you.'' "Then let us begin." "All right pard, I is ready. The cards were sht1ffled, cut for the deal, and Buffalo Bill won. Then the cards were thoroughly shuffled, and the game was begun All who watched the two men-and they were all who could crowd about them, saw that the scout was as cool as an icicle, showing not the s li ghtest dread of what any one who was near felt sure must end in a deadly enco un ter between the two players. Buffalo Bill s ere nely smoked hi s cigar, his face remain ing impassive, and yet those who watched him closely saw that his eyes were rather upon his adversary than his cards. The game was played more carefully by Pistols than those who saw him believed possible, for he was caut ious in ail he did and leered maliciously at Buffo.lo Bill when he gained a point. At last he seemed to brighten up, and said: A hundred on my hand, Buffalo Bill." "Mine is worth twice that sum "I'll add that more to mine." "So will I," was the quiet response. "I calls yer." I "Four aces,' and Buffalo Bill laid the cards upon the table. "Durn yer !" said the miner, without showing his hand, and the scout pocketed the money. That Pistols felt his loss was evident to all, for hi.s face grew darker and an uglier look came into his eyes. "Well, how muc.h is your hand worth, Mister Pistols?" asked the scout, when the climax of the second game came around. "It's worth a hundred, and Pistols appeared confident then. "No more?" "Well, what is your h and worth?' ''Just five hundred dollars no more, no less ." The miner started. Could it be possible that the scout held a better hand than h e did this time? No, it could not be. The. lightning would not strike twice in the same spot. I jist says show up to t h er tune of five hundred." Buffalo Bill put up the money he had just won, add ing more to it, and said : "There, match that with fi've hw1dred.'1 The miner drew out a greasy buckskin bag, and to o k out a roll of bills. He counted out very slowly five hundred dollars, and it could be seen that very little r emained in the bag. "Thar she goes, and ye r needn't squint at ther bag, fer thar is more whar thet come from. ''Now I'm thinkin' your mone y is mine, so show yer hand." "Four aces," said the scout, without the change of a muscle.

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THE B UffJ\LO BILL STORIES. 1 1 1 "Four aces I" roared the miner. "Four aces ag'in my I.four kings How comes that?" "You dealt, pard, and were more generous to me than o yourself," and Buffa lo Bill very quietly put the money 111 his p ocket, wh ile he said : / '"I'll play you another game to give you a chance to "tvin ba ck your m o ney, or lose more, if you wish it "'T h e r e's but one more game I'll pla y with you, Buffalo Bill, and that 's with th ese," and the miner quickly l eveled his revolver s CHAPTER VIII. TUR::\'ING THE TABLES. T h e miners words and act at once cleared a lane be hind B uff alo Bill and himself through the:: crowds that had gathered around. But the ac t did not appear to disturb the scout. lf caught off his guard by the sudden drawing of his revolvers by Pistols, B uffalo Bill remained as cool as be fore, an d said: "Th en you are willing to play a sq uare game with me with revolvers, are yo n?" I i s going to play a game with you, yes, but there's others in it be s ides, for I has something to say to you, Buffalo Bi ll. "Talk fast then, old man, for life's s hort, y6u know." "Oh, i t'll be short enough to you when I tells what I knows ag'in you." '' ':Vhat do yo u know?" "I knows that you was ther cause o' havin' two inno cent men strung up in Hangman's Gulch this night. "I only wish I'd been at ther hangin', for them wouldn't hev been ther men thet got choked." I am listening." "But me and my pard, Dave Dunn, got in too late ter save them poor murdered m en, and when I heerd what had been done, says I, thet a r Buffalo Bill will hev ter die ter-night, I'll jist be his heir by winning his money fu'st. "So I axes yer t er play me ." "And I did." Yas, for sure." "And I became your heir, as you put it." "So far." "Well, what else?"' "A heap, for I wants ter let the r folks know thet Dave Dunn and me were up in ther range and seen you breakin' inter ther cabin o' Deadshot Dean." A murmur went through the crowd at this, while Buffalo Bill said, indifferently: "Is that all? "Why, I feel relieved, for I was afraid you were going to accuse me of cheating you." "Oh, no, yer played sq u a r e enoug h. for I was a-watchin' yer; but we seen ye r breakin' inter Dead s hot's cabin, and Tom and Jerry caught ye r at it. "But you was too soo n for them, got them under ther muzzle of yer gun and trotted them off as housebreakers when you was the thief." "Why did you not at once come to their rescue?" asked Buffalo Bill, when the uproar which the se words created had in a measure subsided ".\Ve was up in Eagle Nest Mountain, and it took us a long time ter git down to ther valley and up to Pocket City. "Then we found thet ther folks hed believed you, Buf falo Bill, ag'in them men, and it were too late. "So we talked it over and thar is jist a large-size com munity here ter-night as says you has got ter hang, too." "Why not make it by unanimous consent, Mr. Pistols, for it would sound better when reported at the fort to Colonel Pun woody?" The crowd gave vent to a murmur of admiration at the scout's pluck. He did not appear to be in the least degree disturbed by the danger he most certainly was in. "Oh, I knows yer is game, and I has just seen thet yer kin bluff, but thet don"t go no\v." "What does?" "Ropes is trumps." "You intend to hang me, then?" "We does." "Without judge or jury?" "We have set on you r case and it is ag'in yer." "When am I to be hanged, please?" "Afore dawn." "Isn't that crowding matters a little?'' "No more than you crowded it ag'in' them two p oo r boys as was hanged to-night." And you saw me break into Deadshot Dean's cabin?" "I did." "And the other witness?" "Was Dave D u nn." "I-..clo not believe q.n body here who has common sense will believe any suctt .t(;harge against me," said the scou t while, with his elbows resting upon the table at which he sat, Pistols held his revolver in both of his hands and covering the heart of the scout. "Yer don t believe it?" "No, I don't "Pards, does I teii the truth r' In his excitement the miner turned his head, and in that instant his revolver wz.s struck upward and knocked from his hands by Buffalo Bill, who now held him covered with his weapon. "A turn about is fair play, Mr. Pistols." Some laugh e d at this, but Pistols swore roundly, yet dared not move, for he saw he was caught, the left hand of the scout lying upon his own weapon wh e re it had fallen upon the table, the right holding his revolver within a foot of his eyes. But the words of the miner had been answered by a savage chorus of voices, crying: "You is right, Pard Pistols, for Buffalo Bill is the guilty man." Still the pluck of the scout did not desert him, and he never changed expression at the outburst. Encouraged by the cries of his comrades, t hough under cover of the scout's pistol, the miner said: "See here, Buffalo Bill, you has half-a-hundred guns on you, but we don't intend ter s h oot yer, but hang yer, as you got poor Tom and Jerry strung up, so up with yer hands, mighty quick, says I." "Yes, up with your hands, Buffalo Bill!" shouted the Crowd. savage ly, while scores of revolvers covered the scout as he still sat at the t able facing t h e r i n g leade r,

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t2 THE BUFFALO BILL whom he yet held his revolver upon, the muzzle within a foot of his eyes. It certainly did look bad for Buffalo Bill, and for two reasons: ,. First, the charge of Pistols, backed by Dave Dunn, a reputable miner, seemed to be believed by a great many of those present. Second, the crowd that backed Pistols was not only but composed of the very worst element in the mm es. This shut off many who felt that the accusation was ut terly false, from lending any aid. Pistols was certainly in danger of instant death at the hands of the scout, but the latter was equally in danger of sudden death from the backers of his accuser. Thus th2 situation rested until Buffalo Bill broke the silence with : "See here, Pistols; I recall that ugly face of yours, now that I get a better look at it, and I remember you as one of Powder Face Pete's gang who ambushed me some time ago, under pretense that I was Silk Lasso Sam. "You wished to get rid of me then, because I make this country too hot for just such men as you and your ilk are. "Now, what are you g-oing to do about it, Mr. Pis tols, for, if I am facing death, you are just as close as I am to it, so begin business when you please, ano you'll find that I'll never hang, and dying, will take company along, so as not to get too lonesome on the trail across the Dark River." The splendid pluck of Buffalo Bill, at bay against a crowd, delighted many present But those who surrounded him r "re his foes, and the better element hung back, feeling that a terrible scene must follow the first shot fired. Pistols felt his situation keenly. The danger had sobered him, and his desire was to be able to see Buffalo Bill hanged by the crowd, and it began to look as though he would not be there to witness it. This he did not want, and he felt how certain death was to him if his comrades pushed the scout to extremes. Such was the situation, and the suspense to all was fear ful, and especially to Pistols and the scout, though the latter was, as a miner expressed it to a pard: "Beautifuly serene." What the resutt would have been was assured, for the crowd was becoming restless, and there were those who did not love Pistols and so would push matters to a climax to get him killed that they might then hang the scout. But, just as it seemed that another instant must come a crash, a loud, stern voice rang out with : "What does this mean, holding a government officer under your guns? "Room, here, men!" and, hurling men right and left by his giant strength, as though they were children, the Surgeon Scout strode to the side of Buffalo Bill, who still sat at the table, covering the miner with his revolver. A perfect yell of joy burst from mfi,ny in the crowd, who thus gave vent to their pent-up feelings as they saw the splendid form of Frank Powell, the Surgeon Scout, in uni form, stride into the midst of the scene. "Ah, Doc, just in time to keep me from killing this gent, and being made a target myself for half-a-hundn:d bullets," said Buffalo Bill, still unmoved by his rescue. "It seems that I am jus t in time Bill and if I mistake not there are men in thi s c r owd who w ill dangl e at a rope's end for .this work, if they harm a hair of your head. "What does it mean ? The ugly element in the cro wd wa s still paramount. It had only received a tem porary chec k by the corning of the Surgeon Scout The greatest number of the miners present were now however, decidedly upon the side of law and order, but the devil in the nature of the others was destin e d to lead them on to trouble. They did not care wh ether Pis t o l s di e d or not at the hands of Buffalo Bill. They hated Bill and his bod y guard because they were the foes of the bad element in the mines, They hated the army becau s e it put down lawlessness. Here was a chance to wipe out the chief of s couts and Surgeon Powell, both of whom t he y st o od in the greates t awe of. They, this ugly element, w e re s ixty to two, and they had nothing to lose. The army would sw o op down upon the Yellow Dust Valley, of course, but who could b e found who was guilty, who could be punished? Thus the men who had backed Pistols argued, and with a desire for a row, a wish to sacrifice Buffalo Bill and the Surgeon Scout, and enough whi s ky in th e m to make tht'm reckle s s of consequences, they b egan t o crowd closely upon the center of attraction, where Cod y sat still covering Pistols, and with the Surgeo n S cout b y his sid e revolver in each hand. It was a most critical moment, for the officer and the scout saw that the authority of the latter was goi11g to be defied. "Men, don't mind what Bras s Butto ns sa y s for as h e' s chipped inter the game, h e goes with Buffalo Bill. "Don't shoot, for that m e ans innocent m e n hurte d, but capter them two gamecocks alive an han g 'em. "Does I say right?" and the burly ruffi a n wh o had con stituted himself leader gazed at the crowd with a look that demanded recognition. The yell that greeted his words showed the temper of the crowd, which began to sway to and fro wildly, prepar ing for a rush upon the two men now at bay. "I am sorry vou came, Frank, for it only brings you into a tight place," said Buffalo Bill, in a low tone to the Surgeon Scout, and he at once drew a second revolver from his belt to hav e it ready, though h e did not take his eyes off the miner whom he covered. "I don't mind it, Bill and I'm alwa ys ready to d ie, if need be, for a comrade. "If they make a rush, kill that man, then stand back to back with me and let u s make a record before we go under," was Frank Powell' s response "I'm with you until sunset, Frank," rejoined Cod y and he added, addressing the min er: "You started this circu s Mr. Pistols, bt.tt yo u won t see the end of it." "Cus$ you, I'll call e m off if y ou 'll call it quits," re turned Pistols, eagerly, now thoroughly terrified when he saw another leader in the field who meant to precipitate matters independent of him.

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t'HE BU ff ALO BILL STORIES. 13 1 "Pa ra, you, t a lk in y our s leep for you could rw more c all off t h a t p ack than yo u c o uld t ell the truth. "No, you se t t h e t une an d the song must be sung I throug h." In the mea nwhil e t h e Surgeo n S co ut was wa t ching the v,i!dl y-swaying c rowd, w hich w e r e gradually drawing closer abo u t t h em, a n d h e wa s jus t about to op e n fire, w hen the r e s u dden l y ra n g o ut a clear v o ice above the n o i sy hum: "Hol d vVh a t does thi s m e an, I s h o uld like to know?" Instant l y t he r e was sile nce, int e ns e in that it followed s uch 2.n uproar. Then ha t s w e r e doffed, th e cro w d swayed apart, and t owa rd t h e tabl e whe re B uffal o Bill s t ill held the miner u nde r cover o f hi s r evo lve r and t h e Surgeon Scout stood at bay by his side, g lid e d B o nnie B e lle the owner of the p lace. She was d r essed in a blue d ress, trimmed with silver bra i d, wo re a s l o uch hat with a heav y sable plume and carri ed a rev o lver i n e ach hand. Be hi tid he r ca m e Sa n dy the driv e r of the Overland, an d t h e n Scot t Ki ndon t h e captain o f the Vigilantes. Bu t Bo n nie B elle n eit h e r n eede d aid nor ask e d it. Her s i mple presence co mmanded r e sp e ct. They had deem e d h e r fa r a w a y in the East, and like an apparit i o n s h e h ad glided thro u g h the d oo r s he alwa y s en tered by, and h er w h ite fa ce, n o w stern and thre aten i ng, showed that she was i n n o humor to be trifl e d with. "Ah, Sur geon Powell, it i s yo u, and y ou als o, Buffalo Bill, whom t h ese roughs h o ld at b ay ? "And for what?" "I was scouting, Bonnie Belle, and came upon two m eri, T om and Je;r y t h ey called them, brea king into Deadsh a t I D ean's cabin. "I made them pri so ne rs, brought them h e re :i.nd the :Vi gila n tes hanged them. "To-night this man, w h o m I h a v e cover ed, accused me of b r eaking i n to the ca bit1 and he was not long in g etting willi n g hands to hang me, and but for the coming of Sur geon Powell it wou l d h av e b ee n o ve r e r e this "And I only c h ecke d th e t ro ubl e for a few minutes, Bonni e Belle, as the me n turne d upo n me also. "I took B u ffa l o B i ll's trail a nd followed him here, for s o m e h ow I fea r e d h e mig ht need aid. "You have save d us b ot h b y your timely coming, un less t h ese gentl eme n w i s h to push their quarrel to a con clu sio n. B u t t h e gentleme n did not se e m to be so inclined, or, i f t h ey did, th e wo rds o f B o nnie B e lle checked them, for she said, stern ly: Io, t h ere w ill b e no t rou ble here, for the man who r a i ses a weapo n agains t you I will kill. "As for you, Pisto ls, i f yo u e ve r ente r my hotel or this saloon again, I will see that y ou d o not do so a second t ime. "Sh uffles, do yo u h ear what I s ay about this man?" A silence m ost f e arful followed and, as no answer ca me, Bonnie Belle calle d again: "Sh uffles "If you are calling you r m:i.n l e ft in charge here, Bonnie Be lle, he is dead," said B uffal o Bill, as no one else seemed t o care t o speak. "Shuffles dead?" she re pe ated, with a start. Y es "When did he die?" "To-night." "Ha! he was killed?" "Ask one of your men here to tell you about it, Bonnie Belle." Sh e called a bartender, and was told the story. Sh e listened in silence, making no comment, and then turne d to Scott Kind on and asked: "Captain, is this not a case of murder?" "It l o oks so Bonnie Belle." "This man Pistols has been carrying too high a hand for the safety and comfort of the good citizens in Yellow Dust Valley, and it appears to me that he needs disciplin ing by the Vigilantes." "Say the word, B o nnie Belle J and he travels the trail to Hangman' s Gulch, the Vigilante captain said, very de cidedl y B o nnie B e lle w as lost for a moment in thought, while Pistols gaz ed at her with a look of pleadjng and despair commingled. At last sh e sp o k e : "No, Capta i n Kindon, I will not say the word, for I w i s h n o man s lif e upon my consci e nce, where it can be a void ed "The mines will b e the b etter for the taking off of those m e n, Tom and J erry and it would make it more respect able to rid us of this man Pistols. H e has no mine o r cl a im here, carries his fortune with him, I b elieve, so give him until sunrise to get out. of the camps; while tha t he may not be lonesom e let this man who w as l e adin g the attack upon Snrgeo n Powell and Buffal o Bill go with him. "Sh all it be so comrades?" and Bonnie Belle glanced ov e r t h e crow d, which answered with a yell that nearl y raised the roof. CHAPTER IX. A MIDNIGHT INTERVIEW. Pis t o l s was t oo happ y to escape with his lif e to grumble at an y thing that might be put upon him, and he was but too anxiou s to get awa y from the saloon and start upon his exile, f e eling that there was safety only in placing many miles between hil}lself and Yellow Dust Valley. Dave Dunn, the other alleged witness against Buffalo Bill, had been' led into making the charge by his comrade Pistols, and, se e ing how matters were going, had slipped out of Devil s D e n and has tened to his cabin to prepare for an immediate farewell to Pocket City. The burly fell o w who had made himself a leader against Surge on Powell would have been glad to have escaped the n o tice of Bonnie Belle. Bu her words had brought the e yes of the Vigilantes upon him and he was anxious to get away, and so with Pisto ls skulk e d out into the darkness. The y had hastened to their respective quarters then, making an agreement to meet at Dave Dunn' s in half an hour' s time, :i.nd when the sun rose the two were making tracks down the valley, carrying their belongings upon a pole slung between two of them, ancj. with all the wealth they possessed in their pockets I would like to see you and Buffalo Bill, Surgeon Powell Bonnie Belle 1).ad said1 in a low tone, "We are going at once to the hotel."

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14 THE BU ff ALO BILL STORIES. I will see you there," and Bonnie Belle circled abc.ut the room, greeted everywhere with the most cordial wel In the meanwhile Surgeon Powell and Buffalo Bill were congratulated on all sides by those who bad not shown the nerve to come to their rescue. But they received all that was said coldly, gauging it at about what it was worth, and passed out of the saloon to the hotel. The scout alre;idy had a room there, and the surgeon was given one next to him, and so they repaired to them at once. "It came over me, Bill, to follow you,
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' THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 15 "No, I wo\1ld not accomplish his rescue, save his life even, by the taking of another life. "What I could not accomplish by strategy I would not do b y force. "I can b'e lieve that of you now, since what you have done a n d s aid to-night." Le t m e tell )'OU, Buffalo Bill, what I could have done to-night ," s:.ii d Bonnie Belle, eagerly. 'Yr;s. : I could hav e sei ze d both y o u and Surgeon Powell, sent you into hiding where your best scouts could not have found you, and there have held you as hostages to be given in e xchange for my brother, or put to death if he was e xecuted. " Y o u are right, for y ou surely could have done that." Without doubt, added Frank Powell. "But I would n o t do so, and I would not be known as connected with the outlaw in :.iny way, and I thank you both for your promise not to b e tray me. ''It'is late now, so I will s a y good-night, and I will be glad t o h av e yo u breakfa s t v.-ith me at nine, for that will giv e yo u sev e n h ours' sleep. "Go od -nirrht." They them s elves out, both with the th o u g ht that they had s tood in the presence of a very sup erio r w o man and one a s pure as :.i pearl, in spite of her surrou ndi ngs and the callin g she followed as mistress of The Fry ing Pan and the Devil's Den. ' F r a nk, I could not place a straw in the way of that girl t o d o h e r harm,'' said Buffalo Bill, as the two friends re:.ich ed t heir ro o m ''I wo uld protect h e r from harm with my life, Bill," w a s th e Surgeon Sc o ut' s rejoinder. Do you know s he takes the corning execution of her broth er, l o vin g him as she does, very coolly?" Y es, Bill and it sets me to thinking." "And me.: "Yo u have an idea?" "Yes." "What is it?" T hat she may accomplish by strategy, :tfter all, the rescu e of the Robb e r of the Range." "It m a y be, for sh e is a very clever woman, and one dang e rous to balk when she sets her mind upon carrying out a plot. "She is, iDdeecl." CHAPTER X. CHARITY C O V E RS A MULTITUDE OF SINS. The m o rnin g dawned upon Yellow Dust Valley with Pis tols and Dav e Dunn and their other ally, Maddox, m a king t ra c ks out of the valley with an anxiety to place as m a n y mil e s between themselves and the citizens oi Poc ke t Cit y in as sh ort space of time as was possible. Cro wds are proverbially fickle, and the thought in the minds of the three fugitives was that the mob might de cide to change its mind and hang them, when it came to attend th e funeral of Shuffles, whom Pistols had so wan tonlv shot. \Vh1le these three were keeping up a quickstep for safety, as if by common consent, Pocket City was taking a holida y The miners had held open house at Devil's Den until very late, or rather early, for the gray of dawn was visible in the east when the doors of the saloon were at last closed. Business had b ee n good for the saloon, and bad for many a gambler, and the employees were anxious to get the :.iccounts straightened out before Bonnie Belle ex amined the sales, expenses and profits. Shuffles had been a universal favorite, for he was always polite, obliging and generous. He could never refuse a poor devil a drink, and would chalk the amount against himself, so that at the end of the month he would only have a small sum coming to him out of his wages. Bonnie Belle had held the money back until just be fore her departure for the East, when she had placed him in charge of the saloon, and at the same time said to him : "Shuffles, you have been here for several years, and Landlord La. zarus gave you the oame of being a very honest man. "In the past ten months you have charged to yourself nearly two-thirds of your w:.iges for favors shown others who have never paid you . "I have kept it back, as I knew that it would be loaned awa y or spent. "I now hold for you the sum of what those amounts are, and its total is a trifle over eight hundred dollars. "When it reaches a thousand I shall send it to your mother, of vvhom yott have so often spoken to me, to keep for yati, and who, you say, has a mortgage on her little farm which she and your two younger brothers are work ing hard to pay off. ''How much is that mortgage?" Shuffles could hardly speak, his heart was so full of joy :.incl gratitude. But at l ast he faltered: "It is eleven hundred dollars, miss, for I sent mother fifty dollars last week; but, ,oh! what can I do to thank you for your goodness to me?" "Act as squarely by me as you have done in the past, and maI).age the Den for me until further instructions." "I\ will, miss, I And upon the very night of Bonnie Belle s return, poor Shuffles shuffled off this mortal coil, murdered for doing a kind act in preventing Pistols from getting drunk, unmindful of the terrible fate of a man who waters another man's whisky. There was no contract between Bonnie Belle and her dead clerk, but the morning after death she arose, and her first duty was to write a long letter to his mother, stating that he had been shot by a desperad o, whom he had once saved from being killed. She also stated that he should be buried with proper decency, and that his effects should be sent to her at once, by express, along with twelve hundred dollars sal ary in her hands, due him, while a purse contributed by the miners sht; begged her acceptance of, as it would show in what esteem her dead son was held by those among whom he associated. Not a word as to his calling, or a word to cast a shadow upon the mother's love for her son was written. Bonnie Bell had just finished her letter when Surgeon Powell and Buffalo Bill were ushered into her pleasant sitting-room by Sly Cheek, the Chinaman, who de served his name most certainly.

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13 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. She welcomed them pleasantly, told t h e m .-,f he r Jetter to Shuffles' mother, and added: "Pocke t C it y was up all nigh>, so is restin g now, for it is arranged to give poor Shuffles a grand funeral thi s afternoon." "An i tine rant organ-grinder was shot here some months ago, and his instrument has b e en pressed into service as a bras s band, while a quartette of really fine voices are rehearsinga hymn which some cl ever f e llow has discovered can be sung to the air of 'Tramp, T ramp, the Boys Are Marching,' the chorus being an original one written b y a poor poet here who gave up the p e n for the pick and has mad e a failure w ith both. "You surel y will remain to the funeral gentleme n of poor Shuffl e s. for it would b e a mark of respe ct the miners w ould nev e r forge t you for showing?" '"O u tside of that in d ucement, Bonnie Bell e I would not miss it for the world, said the surgeon scout, with enthusiasm. "Yes, I know we should enjoy it, Buffalo Bill added, a b s ent-mindedl y his e ye s upori a t w o pound venis on steak whiclt Sl y Cheek had jus t h e lp e d him t o. 'Enjo y it, Buffalo Bill?" said Bonnie B ell r eproac h fully. "No, I mean we should be d e light e d to attend, for if th en.'! i s a ny thing that will ke e p me a wa y from t!hurch o n a S ab b a th day it is to attend a first-cla s s border funeral wh e n the chief mourne r is gen e rall y the man who turned up the toes of the lamented corpse. "We will see Shuffl e s laid to rest, Bonni e Belle, and as you spoke of raising a purs e for his mothe r, Jet me offe r you now a hundred doll a rs of my winnings last ni g ht. It was when the bu g l e sounde d at noon, calling the min e rs to d inne r at The Frying Pan, that Pocket Cit y reall y awoke to the situation. Scott Kindon, the Vigilante captain, se t the example o f r e spect by closing his store and hanging in front of it a piece of b l ack calic o The Devil 's Den had not been opened after its night closing, and t h e door had been tastefully .draped b y Bonnie Bell e with crepe. The body of Shuffles, dressed in his b e st, was laid out upon the piazza o f The Frying Pan, in a coffin which, though not a perfect fit w a s at least a good co'vering for the dead. A United States flag, brought into requisition on all occasions was spread over the coffin, and two miners stood guard over the remains, rifles in hand, and it is sate t o predict that had Pistols put in an appearance then he woul d have been at once placed in the same c ondition of the l amented Shuffles. The crowd began to gather from one end of the val l ey to the other, and miners came up with the handorgan of the dead grinder in a wheelbarrow, one to furnish the mean s of locomotion, while the other turned the crank. Placing the organ at the foot of the coffin one of the miners began to play, and all during dinner such airs were ground out as : "Johnny Comes Marching Home, "The Girl I L eft B ehind Me," "A Life on the Ocean Wave," "John Brown's Body," and others mor e or Jess suited to the occasion. There were many extras who took dinner at The Fry-ing Pan that day s o that the Ch i n ee se r vants were kep t busy ; but the re w as en o u g h for all for Bonnie Belle kept a g e n e r o usl y suppl ied t a bl e, and t h e r e was neve r h eard the slightes t murm u r o f discontent. At last Bonnie Belle a ppeared upon t h e pia zza, an d, as the bars had all b ee n clo se d s h e look e d upon a sobe r c rowd, thoug h not a few were still unstead y fr o m the effe cts of dri n kin g the ni ght before. At h e r appearance e very headgear was r aised, for i t would b e a mis nom e r t o des i g nate them as hats, for they wore s o mbr e r os, s l o u c h es, c a p s coo n sk in and other v a ri e ties. T h e r e was the sil e n ce, too, t h a t a l ways greeted h er eve n th e org an l e a ving off its g r ind ing. Sh e w as d r ess ed in b l ack, slo u c h hat, sabl e p lu me and all a s a mark o f r es p ec t and ca r rie d in lier han
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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 17 started for Sunset Hill, Bonnie B e lle escorted by Surgeon Powell and Buffalo Bill, and the miners following in fours, while th e h an d organ led the way with "The Carnpbells A r e Coming" and "John Brown' s Body." Arriving at the g rave the hymn was sung by the quartette t o the tune of "Tramp, Boys, Tramp," all joining in the original chorus written by the miner poet, with a will that sent a roar of melody down the valley to rebound from the distant cliffs with many an echo. Then the body was lowered into the grave, while Sur geon Powell took up a shovel and said, in his deep, sympathetic voice: "We commit this body to the ground, earth to earth, ashes to ashes,
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18 THE BUFF J\LO BILL STOR,ES. I guesses yer nev ter doctor him up, sir, for he's been in the hands o' that old Pills at ther station and maybe he don t know much about "All right, Horseshoe Ned, I'll do all I can for him; but you appe ar to have several passengers along on this run?" "You bet I has, sir, three passengers besides ther outlaw who is crippled in both arms. "This gent ridin' with me I don't know by name, or I'd interdooce yer." Thus urged, the man riding on the box with Horse Ned said: "My name is Ravmond, sir, Henry Raymond." "Ah, .yes, I remembers hearing your pards call yer lhet name now. "These gents, Mr. Raymond, is Surgeon Powell, o' cavalry, and Buffalo Bill, chief of scouts, and they is among ther best men thet ever is seen in these parts. All bowed at the introduction, and the scouts kept up with the coach until it reached the fort. The man that had given his name as Raymond was bne who possessed the look of one to be depended on in ll time of need. He was well built, quick of action and had dark, pier cing eyes that were most penetrating. The other two passengers were heavily-bearded men, as might be found anywhere on the frontier. As Henry Raymond dismounted from the box h e turned to Surgeon Powell., who had just gotten off his horse, and said : "You are an officer at the fort, I believe, sir?" "Yes, the surgeon of the post." "I would like to see the commandant, sir, Colonel !Dunwoody?" "I will conduct you to him if you wish." "I thank you, sir," and the stranger joined the sur geon and the scout who were going to headquarters to report their return. Colonel Dunwoody was seated upon the piazza of his headquarters smoking an after-dinner cigar, and was a1one when me party arrived, for the two other had come alon g also, Henry Raymond remarking that they were friends of his. "Ah, Powell, glad to see you back, and you, too, Cody, for after getting word that you had gone off on the trail I began to fear that after all the redskins might have gotten hold of Buffalo Bill." "No, sir, the redskins did not catch him, for we have not seen an Indian; but I found him in a very tight place. "But I 'll explain later, as this gentleman whom Horseshoe Ned introduced as Mr. Henry Raymond, for he and his comrades came ii1 on the coach, desires to see you, sir." The colonel turned at once to the strangers, and said, nddressing the leader of the three : "How can I serve you, M11. Raymond?" "I desire, sir, to present my card and this letter, given me by General S--:-," said Raymond, and he handed Pver a card and letter. The former had on it: HENRY R AYMOND, PINKERTON DETECTIVE AGENCY, Chicago, Ill. The letter bore the official stamp of the military headquarters at Chicago, and was as follows: SIR :-A question having arisen between the civil and military authorities, regarding the right for you to hold and try the prisoner now in your kee.ljing, known as Silk Lasso S am, th e outl aw thief, and now under sentence of death, I have consulted the Attorney-General through the Secretary of War, and the re sult is that you are hereby ordered to tum over to Detective Henry R aymon d the sai d ,1mson er, u pon presenting to you the r equ i sition from the Governor of the State of Illin ois for his body, through the authorized office r of th e law. This letter was signed b y the ass istant adjutant-general for General S--, and the colone l read it ove r with : an expression upon his face w hich was hard to fathom. "You have the requisition Detective Raymond, re: erred to in this letter?" asked the colonel, quietly. "I have, sir. "Here it is, Colonel Dunwoody," and the detect ive at, once presented an official-looking document, which r e ad as follO\vs : Whereas Austin Arden, alias Silk L asso Sam, having broken) the laws of the State of Illin ois, by th e crimes of murder a nd r o bbery, I hereby make requi s iti on of the military command e r holding the said Austin Arden a prisoner, and under a sen t encei of de a th by military court, t o deliver t o my authorize d agent, -1 Henry R aymond, det ective, the body of the sai<;l Austin Arden, alias Silk Lasso Sam, for trial in the civil court of t11e Stat e of Illin ois. Signed, etc < "The stage does not return for several days, Detectivtj Raymond, and before its departure you shall receive myc answer," said Colonel Dunwoody, after reading the paperSc handed to him by the officer 1 : CHAPTER XII. b b THE SURGEON'S MISSION. t J When Ray:nond had departed from headh quarters with his two friends, the colonel turned to Sur1 geon Powell and Buffalo Bill, who had seen that frorrt' some c a use the colonel was greatly moved. it "Sit down, Powell, you and Cody, for I wish to taU. to you," said the colonel, and he added: i:; "I am very glad that you are h e re. 1 They both obeyed, .the colon e l light ed cigar, and after smokmg 1t for a couple of m111utes,v tossed it away. "'Tobacco always soothes me," he said, by way of planation. Then brightening up, he continued: "Let me ask pardon for my delay, but the truth is ) T was both nonplused and pleased by the news brough by that gentleman, Raymond. "He is a State detective. an officer of the l aw, an) brought me this lette r from Gene ral S--, which >a will read to you." This the colon!'!! did, the two listening most attenh tively. "This," he continued, "is a r equisition from the Go>

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 19 erno r of Illinois for the prisoner, Austin Arden, or Silk asso Sam, as he is a lso know n. This also was read, the surgeon and the scout making o comment. The colonel then continued: "The r e seems to be in this a reflection upon my course having at once tried this man by military court, which se ntenced him t o death upon the gallows. "Out here on this border my word is law, and the outlaw has had a price set upon his head for breaking the laws of the land, for committing crimes untold, and 1e richl v d eserves his fate. "The, proof against him was perfect, and I sentenced im to death by hanging, at a certain date. Now it must be that General Sgave out my eport to the papers, the man was recognized as an old offender, wh o had broken the laws of the State of Illinois, and the State h as sought to gain possession of him, to try him by c ivil process. "Now he may, o r may not be hanged, a ccording to the l aw known by hi s lawy e r, or his brilliancy as an orator, for most cases hang o n these two things. "Of course he will be back here soon after, again vorking the trails as a road agent. "If sent to prison, he will be pardoned out by the next governor who may be of hi s political creed, who hopes t o gain a few votes thereby for his clemency, and if hanged, then he saves us the trouble of swinging him up. "Now, this is the point that pleases me, for I am very g lad that I will not be th e one to have to sign his death warrant or send him to the gallows. "That is an honor I shall gladly y ield to the Governor f IIlinoiS\ "But, Surgeon Powell you spoke last week of desir ingto run to Chicag o upon important business of your own, and I desire to say that I will make you the bearer f my dispatch to General S-, giving all the papers n the matter, whic h can be used against this man upon iis trial then:, and which will go far toward hanging 1im, a result most devoutly to be clesired." "I thank you, Colonel Dun.woody, and I appreciate the honor." "You are to see the State's attorney and place him in osscss ion of all the facts of the case against this out-aw, .and yet this is to remain a secret, as I do not wish o be thought to influ ence the case, though of course the ust deserts of th e man is hanging. "You can therefore get ready to return with D e tective aymond and his prisoner, and be especially careful bat he does not escape for he is no ordinary man, nd they may not be accustomed to the ways of this vild land." I will endeavor to obey you r orders in all things, olo n e l Dunwoody." r know that well, Dr. Powell. "But say nothing of you r going, only be r ea dy to start n the coach with the prisoner and his guards." I w ill, sir." After a few other words of instruction from Colonel unwoody Surgeon Powell le ft headquarters, accom anied by Buffalo Bill. The scout accompanied the doctor to his quarters, and here seemed to be something upon his mind. At last he said ; "Frank, did you see those papers?" "What papers?" "The letter from the general and the requisition of the governor?" "Yes, I saw them." "I thought I noticed you reading them once." "I did. But whv ?" "Were they reguiar ?" "Perfectly." "Seal, letter heading and all?" "Everything was regular, Bill." "Why do you ask?" "I do not know, unless being a scout detective makes me suspicious of everything nowadays." "Yes, and I feel the same way in many things." "Well, you are going along, so if there is anything wrong I will be glad to know that you will be on hand to thwa; t it. do you really suspect, Bill?" "I do;l:,t know, but I am 2 s suspicious as a coyote." "Well, as you say, I will be along and will keep my eyes open, and I will go prepared for work. "I atr). glad that you gave me a hint, for I was not at all suspicious in that quarter, I admit, and now I will be upon my guard," and as the scout turned away to go to his quarters, Frank Powell looked after him a moment and muttered: "Yes, Bill, you have set me to thinking." CHAPTER XIII. THE SCOUT S REQUEST. Horseshoe Ned, always an important personage in the eyes of many, was particularly so on the morning of his departure for the East with no Jess a person <;is a passenger than Silk Lasso Sam. He had told over and over again the story of his last run out, and had brought with him as evidence of Miss Arden's deadly shooting the outlaw wounded in both arms, and who had been placed under guard in the hospital. Now he was to go out with Silk Lasso Sam and the three detectives. He had another passenger, just whom he had no knowledge of, but the box seat had been engaged for some one who was to go along. The coach rattled up to its place, the mail was put aboard and instructions given and the three detectives stood ready to receive their prisoner. Presently a squad of soldiers was seen approaching and in their midst was the tall form of the outlaw chief. He walked upright with soldierly step, and looked about him as he halted at the stage station with calm indifference. A very large crowd had gathered to see him off, and as the guard halted they were anxious to get a look at his face." The officer in charge, after coming to a halt, asked: "Is Mr. Raymond, the detective here?" Henry Raymond stepped forward and said: "I am Detective Henry Raym ond, sir." "I have orders to surrender into .vour keeping thi s prisoner, known as Silk Lasso Sam." am ready to receive him, sir,"

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20 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. "Tnen please sign this receipt." The officer drew from his belt a paper which the detective carefully read, and stepping into the stqge office, signed. "Thank you, sir. "The prisoner is now in your charge,'' and ordering the sergeant to march the guard back to the guardhouse, the officer turned upon his heel and walked leisurely away, as though there was no more interest in the case for him. The detective ordered the prisoner to enter the :coach, assisting him, as both his hands and feet were manacled; the others followed, and Henry Raymond c alled out: "All ready, driver "I'm all r eady, too, but I have otders to wa i t a few mfoutes," But a moment after Surgeon Powell h as t ily ap-proached and leapihg to the box seat said: "Let her go, Ned." "The seat was for you, then, sir?" "Yes." "Then she goes." The whip cracked and the team went rapidly away Clown the hill toward the stockade gate. Soon after the stage rolled out of sight in the dis tance, and Horseshoe Ned, having given the idea to the uninitiated in stage travel that he kept up that speed all the way, now drew the horses down to a slow pace for the long drive ahead. Hardly had the coach disappeared when Buffalo Rill walked up to headquarters. The colonel, with a rel ieved look upon his face, was seated upon the piazza. "Ah, Cody, any news?" asked the colonel. "Not any, sir; but I came to ask leave to go on a trail for a few days?" "Any definite point in view, Cody?" "Well, no, colonel, only I thought I would like to follow Horseshoe Ned's coach." "You have some motive for asking this, Cody?" "Yes, sir." "Out with it." "The coach carried a very valuable freight, sir, in the person of Silk Lasso Sam." "Yes, and you think that he may escape?" "Well, sir, it has been rumored about that he was to go by this coach, and it may be that an attempt at res cue might be made." "Impossible." "\i\!hy impossible, sir?" "He is well guarded by three determined men, while Surgeon Powell and Horseshoe Neel are along, and I do not believe a force could be raised at short notice that WO\lld dare attack those five." sir, Silk Lasso Sam has many friends, and those who sought to curry favor with him might attempt a rescue." "There is something in this." "I will s.tart at once, sir," was the scout's reply, and he saluted and walked rapidly back to his quarters. Anticipating that the colonel would grant his request for him to folio"'" the coach, Buffalo Bill had already prepared fc;r his going, and had his horse awaiting him, the very best animal that he had, and lie was never known to have an inferior one. Ten minutes after his request was gTanted the scout was riding out of the stockade, and once out of sight of the fort, went on at a very rapid pace, for the coach had all of ten miles the start of him. Buffalo long life upon the had made him { watchful, caut i ous, nervy and cunmng. He had all the attributes to make a great borderman, and he cou l d bring into play his every talent and energy when it was needed. I;Ie had a suspicion that constantly grew upon him that there might be a rescue of the prisoner attempted. Did not Bonnie Belle know something, he wondered, of this intended requisition from the governor and thu s 1 prepare for the rescue when the opportunity offered? Might she not meet the detectives on the way with their prisoner, and with unlimited money at her com mand, gain by strategy and bribery what could not be dqne by force? So argued the scout, and that was why he wished to go on the trail of the coach. He rode lively until out of sight of the fort. Then he dismounted, gave his horse a drink of water at a stream, tightened his saddle girths and looking at his watch, said: "Just two hours since Ned l eft. "That means, as he drives, all of twelve miles from this point. "I should overtake him about Deep Dell Bl,"ook or a little beyond, only I do not wish to get close eQ.ough to be seen by them." Mounting then, he put his horse into a swinging canter and held him to it for miles, wh e n he reached the country where the hills grew s te ep and l ong. Two hours after leaving the fort he halt ed for a short rest and said: "The coach is about six miles a h ead now I take it, if Ned is on schedule time. Again he resumed his way and for another. l ong time held on when he destended into Deep Dell Brook. Just as he halted his horse for water, confident that the coach could not be very far from him then, his eyes fell upon the trail beyond. There was sorriething in it which caught his eye. It was a revolver. He spurred toward it, dismounted and cried: "It's Frank Powell's revolver!" He looked about him and saw tracks of horses, blood stains, footprints and the evidence of a struggle. Instantly he leaped into his saddle and his horse was sent fl_ying on up the hill. A mile ahead he caught sight of the coach, and it was driving rapidly. He had no time to lose in overtaking it, so drawing his r e volver, he fired several shots. The sound reached the ears of Horseshoe Ned, who glanced back, saw who it was, and, wheeling his team in a broad space of the trail, drove back to meet the scout with all speed. He soon drew rein and the scout dashed up and leaped from his horse. "Ho, Ned, what is the matter?" called out Buffalo Bill.

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 21 ":Matter enough, Bill, for the doc, the detectives and the prisoner is gone." "Gone w here?" 'Don't know." "Wh y don't you know?" angrily said the scout. In answe r Horseshoe Ned turned the back; of his head and said : "See there, Bill." "It's wound." "It's something." "My poor Ned, what has happened?" "Durned ef I know, for I'm kinder dazed like." "Tell me what you can." "I will." "Y O\l were held up." "I don't know," and the driver passed his hand across his head and said: "It pains me, Bill." "Come, Ned, get clown fr o111 your box, for there is a brook, and l et me dress that wound, for I hav_e _a needle and thread and ca n stitch it up for you, for it is an ugly-looking gash. "Then tell me all yo u can remember." The driver obeyed without a allowe_d scout to take the stitches in the wound without flmchmg and fixed his handkerchief over it, wet with arnica which uffalo Bill ahvays carri ed with him. "It feels better. now, Bill, thankee." "Oh, you'll come round all rig:ht soon," and the aid no more for he did not wish to hurry the driver and perhaps fret him, in the condition in which he then was. After a few moments of silenc e Ned said: "I think it was a rock, Bill." ''What was?" "That struck me." "Ah aJ1d it was at Deep Dell Brook?" the horses we r e drinkin' thar, and d<>c and me talkin', when suddenly came a blow that knocked me clear off the box, for I was clown on the gr011nd just out of the stream when I came round. "The tea,m was standing near me, just w<1;itin' hurnan's for me ter come round, and when I tned to git uo I found I was uncommon dizzy. .. "But I did git up at last, and then I see thet ther mail bags were gone and I scrambled up to my boxas best I coulcl and come on. r don't know no more about it than you does, Bill, save that thar is one o f them detectives dead inside the coach and ht: 'pears to hev been robbed, too, for I r ecom1member thet he hed a watch and chain." Buffalo Bill sprung quick l y to the coach door, thre\ it op'n, and there he beheld a dead man. It was Henry Raymond. CHAPTER XIV. BUFFALO BILL'S hl ;\D !UDE. As Buffalo B ill gazed at th e dead detective h e sa w that was a bullet wound in his heart. There was evidence that he had also been robbed, hough in searching through t h e pockets of the man he found a bundle of papers which h e at once took possessiG.11 of He mounted to the top of the coach and saw there red stains and indications of a struggle. The gripsack of Powell and of the prisone r and the detective were also m1ssmg. At last Buffalo Bill said, as though at a loss to know what to do: "Ned?" Bill." are able to drive on to the station?" "I am." "Then continue on your way, and report your having been held up on the road, and a!! that you can remember that occurred." I will." "I must return to the fort at all speed, aud I am goirig to take one of your horses, to enable me to giye mine a rest for I shall stake him out itJ the Deep Dell Brook for the trail is to be taken up fronl "You can rig one horse in the lead, can you not?" "Easy, to oblige you, Bill, for I see that Y,OU is hot for scalps." I am, so give me your best horse." "I'll do it." "If I kill him I'll re.place him., but I can make good time to the fort, make my report, have my scouts and a troop follow, and ride a fresh horse back to Deep Dell Brook. ''There I will find my horse well rested, and leaving the other animal for the sc0t\ts to pick up, I can get along on the trail of the outlaws who dicl this deed a Jong way before night, making my way for those com ing after me to follow rapidly." "You've got ter do some tall riding ,, Bt1ffalo Bill." "All right, I'll do it, for remember, 111Y pard, Frank Powell, is either dead or a prisoner." "That's so. "Take the roan mare, Bill. "She's an all-day animal, and willing." Buffalo Bill has tily threw the harness off the rpan mare, put his saddle and bridle on her, and bidding Horseshoe Ned good-by, led his own horse down to a secluded spot upon Deep Dell Brook. There he staked him out, and leaping into the saddle, sent the roan mare off like al} arrow t:He had ju s t twenty-five miles totg"o to reach the fort, and in two honrs and a half he dashed through the stockade gate, and up to the colonel's quarters, the gallant roan dropping dead as the scout sprung from his saddle. The colonel heard o f his rapid coming, and met him on the piaz za, where th e r e were a tn1mber of officers and ladi es. "Colon e l Dunwoody, I have to report overtaking the coach a mile b eyond Deep D ell l3roRI<, :>ir, found Horseshoe Ned half dazed fron a wound in hi,s head. made, I b e lieve, by a rock, and inside the stage the dead b ody o f Det ctiv e Raymond, sho t through the heart. ;He had been robbed, as al o the coach of the mail and the luggage it car ri ed, whil e Surgeon the prii;oner, and the othet tw o tktcc tives were 111iss111g. "Th e r e was an ev idence of a severe struggle, s ir, so I took o n e o f Kecl"s horses and r ode bac)<, leaving 111ine to r esl \\hile, as I came through the I or4ered

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22 l'HE BUFf' ALO BILL STORIES. other horse which I will return on at once, so as to take the trail before night. "With your permission, sir, I would like to take a dozen of my men, and ask for Captain Caruth, with a sco re of his troopers, to follow me, for I will mark m y trail well, sir." "Cody, you are worth a hundred men at any time, and I ca_ n now understand your riding your horse to death. "There comes Texas Jack with another animal for you, so give him your orders and do you start back at once, while your scouts can follow, and Captain Caruth :will take his entire troop, for there must be no mistake abot't catching those fellows who have been guilty of this ou_trage." With a salute to the colonel, Buffalo Bill turned to his fresh horse, Texas Jack having taken the saddle and bridle from the dead animal and placed them upon the pne he had led up for his chief. "Jack, get twelve of the men and provisions in plenty and follow me at once to Deep Dell Brook, where .Captain Caruth and his troop are coming also." "vVe will be there, Bill," was the answer of T exas Dropping into the saddle, with a wave of his hand, Buffalo Bill dashed away like the wind. ., "Deep Dell Brook in two hours at that pace, and an. other dead horse," said Texas Jack, as he saw his chief das h away like the wind, settling himself in his saddle as he started down the hill, as though it really was his intention to reach the scene of the tragedy in two hours or kill the horse he rode. The scouts were ready fifteen minutes after the departure of Buffalo Bill and within half an hour the troop of Captain Caruth rode out of quarters on their ya th. The scouts, twelve dashing fellows under Texas Jack, the well-known bordlrman, had settled down to a quick trot, and were just disappearing from sight in the dis tance when Captain Caruth, one of the officers at the fort, started off with his men at a pace very fittle less rapid. It was an hour before sunset when the scot.its reached the Deep Dell Brook. They threw themselves from their horses to give them a rest, and they set about looking for "signs." The first thing they discovered was the horse ridden by Buffalo Bill. The animal was standing dead beat in the edge of the stream; panting like a hound, and his appearance indicating that Buffalo Bill had gotten there with ample time to be far on the trail of the outlaws by that time. II'hen thei discovered the signs of the -struggle where the coach had been halted, and down the stream led the trail. Not far below was a stick, in the top of which was a slip of paper. Taking it, Texas Jack read in his chid's we41-known hand: There were m ounted outlaws av\aiting the coach at Deep D e ll Brook. Their horses were staked out at the bend b e l ow here, and they had camped there all night. The tracks show nine horses w e re th ere, and I suppose that means as many men. \ Vith their prisoners, Surgeon Powell and the detecti\es, they can hardly travel very fast. I sha ll press rapidly on until dark, marking trail as I go so that you can follow with considerable speed. BILL. A scout was sent back by Texas Jack to the ford with this note, to give to Captain Caruth, and then the scout pressed on once more at a quick trot. All along they saw where Bnffalo Bill had marked the trail, and when at last night came on they were com pelled to halt, bnt they were glad to know that Buffalo Bill had had all of two hours more of daylight than they had. A scout was sent back to bring the troopers up to the scouts' camp, and soon after they arrived. "Well, Texas Jack, what do you think of the situa tion?" asked Captain Carut as he sat in his camp that night, having sent for the scout. "Buffalo Bill had three hours of daylight at least sir, when he reached the Brook, as his horse showt!d that he came throug h at fuii speed. "Then sir, h e had hi s own fresh horse to mount there, and the of the robber; he doubtless followed at a run to get as far as possible before nightfall. "The robbers could not have gone half so fast, and were certainly not expecting pursuit to-day, which would cause them to go slow, for they had killed Ned, I suppose they thought, and were not expecting Cody to be upon their trail." "Then the chances are, you think, that Buffalo Bill is not very far behind the band?" asked Captain Caruth. "I do, sir, :111cl we can start just when it is light enough to see, so that we can keep as close upon Cody's he els as possible." "Now, what is your opinion as to where these out laws came from?" "I pass there, captain, for I supposed that all of the band of the outlaw chief, Silk Lasso Sam, were either dead or wiped out. But, it seems, I am wrong, sir." "Yes, for these were certainl ) r men who were willing to come to ffie rescue of their chief."

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THE BUFF 1\LO BILL STORIES. "Yes, s ir and I onl y h o pe that no othe r harm than being t ake n pri soner h as befallen Surgeon Powell." ''So do I. "Yet, Jack, I have s uch an abiding faith in Surgeon Powell 's capacity for taking care of him se lf that I do not oelieve that he was born to die with his boots on." 1'1 hope h e can take his time about it, sir, when bis time c omes, for no better man did I ever meet, nor do I car e to know," was the scout's comment. "If he has an. enemy, Jack, i t is a n outlaw, an Indian r a ,:main. "Yon are right, sir. "But we had get all the s leep we can, for we ill b e kept hun1ping it to-morrow, if Buffalo Bill can 'nd horses to rid e." "Yes he's a rough and ready rid e r, and it would take scoie o f horses to break him down. ''Now, good-night," and wrapping his blanket about im, the captain dropped off to sleep at once. T Jack had said that all the men could rest, for he ould keep watch, and h e started off alone, leaving the hole camp in deep slumber. I He, t oo, had an iron frame, and lantern in hand he out the trail for a distance of some six or seven niles. Then be returned to camp, on foot as he had gone, nd1 as it was yet an hour before dawn aroused the en so that they could r each the place he had gone to efore daylight, get breakfast and be ready for the trail hen abl e to see it. ( ;' "'" 1' CHAPTER XV. TREACHERY. Now to go back to the adventures that had befallen Torseshoe Ned. The coach that ca rri ed the prisoner away from the fort rogressed on it s way until it neared Deep Dell Brook. 'Then Detective Raymond called out to the
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24 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. I so go your separate ways, and I will go mine, taking my prisoner with me. "The odd horses we will tum loose, and that there may be seven separate trails going in as many directions; I will go on foot, and the surgeon can ride the horse I had.'1 Thus the men parted on the trail, the surgeon scout mounted on the best horse which was led by Silk Lasso Sam. The outlaw chief appeared to have a direct purpose in view, and to know the country thoroughly, for he kept steadily on, the Surgeon Scout seemingly indifferent to what was going on. ... Toward sunset he came to a good spot for a camp, and was just coming to a halt, when a horse and rider ap peared in sight. The chief started and dropped his hand upon his re volver, as though to stand at bay, when the Surgeon Scout said, sternly : "Hold I do not fi're upon a woman." "My God, I had nearly done so, for I could hardly see her through the foliage." "It is your sister." "Yes." The outlaw gave a call, and the horsewoman, who had not seen them up to that time, came quickly toward them. "Ruth!" "Brother I" The rider had thrown berself from her horse and was clasped in her brother's arms, while she cried: "You are free, and now you will remember your pledge to me to lead a different life?" "I will keep my word to you, Ruth." "But see, here is an old friend, and he is wounded and suffering." "Surgeon Powell!" cried Ruth, her face turning white, and then wheeling upon her brother, she demanded, sternly: "vVhat does this mean, sir?" The eyes of Ruth flashed fire as she turned them upon her brother, whose face flushed under her gaze, while he said, in an embarrassed planner: "Do not be angry, Ruth, for no harm has been done, or very little, at least, for the surgeon is not much hurt." "I wish to say to you, Surgeon Powell," and Ruth turned toward him, "that I planned the escape of my brother from the gallows. "I went to Chicago, got forged documents and sent these men in my pay to play the detective and bring my brother away. "I was to have horses meet them at Deep Dell Brook, and it seems that so far as his escape is concerned, all :went well. "In consideration for his escape, he had pledged me to lead a different life, to reform. "Now, when I supposed that there would be no trouble in his making his escape, no bloodshed, he appears here, I when I come to meet him, with you in irons and a 1 prisoner. "I ask you, Surgeon Powell, what does it mean?" "Let your brother inform you, Miss Arden," was the reply of Frank Powell. "Well, sir, what explanation have you to offer for this I outrage upon Surgeon Powell?" j "I wish to say, Ruth, that you are angry without a I cause. "Colonel Dunwoody sent Surgeon Powell along also, and there was but one way to escape, if I was to so. "The man Raymond dealt Horseshoe Ned a severe blow, and I struck the surgeon, but not to do him other harm than stun him. "The driver, I fear, was killed, for he fell from the box, while Surgeon Powell turned, drew his revolver and fired upon Raymond, who also drew trigger at the same time. "The surgeon killed Raymond, and you see that Dr. Powell r eceived a slight wound in the shoulder. "There was nothing to be done then but to make Sur geon Powell a prisoner and bring him along. "I discovered the men back in the v:illey, and we were up'on our way to Pocket City, where I knew that you wou ld do all in your power for the doctor." "Gladly I will, and it is but seven miles to Pocket City, and we will go on at once. "But there should have been no bloodshed in this es cape, brother, for I meant that it shonld be a rescue wholly by strategy. "Come, Surgeon Powell, you are no prisoner, so brother, unlock those irons." "And have him kill me?" "I shall take the parole of both of you to do no h:irm to each other. "Will yo u give it, Surgeon Powell?" "As yo u ask it, Miss Arden, I will." "And you, brother?" ,. "I will only pro tect my life," was the guar ded answer o the outlaw. "Then give me the key of these manacles." They were handed to her, and the irons were unlocke 1 and thrown over the horn of the saddle. "Now, Dr. Powell, I desire lo get you to a place o safety as soon as possible, and see what can be done fo you. "Brother my horse is fresh and able to carry double, mount behind me.

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THE BUf'f' ALO BILL STORIES. 2a This the outlaw did, and she rode on through the gaith ering darkness. Arriving in the vicinity of Hangman's Gulch, Ruth I paus e d and said : "Brother, y ou know that it will not do for you to be seen and I have a hiding place for you, where you can b e safe until y ou hav e an opportu?ity of leaving this c ount r y You have no fear of Hangman' s Guidi so remain here until I return for you later, for now I shall go on with Major Powell to the hotel." The outlay made no reply and obeyed, and Ruth rode on with Surgeon Powell by her side. Soon after he found himself in pleasant quarters, and his w o unds were skillfully dressed by the fair hands of the good Samari tan who once more appeared in her character of Bonnie Belle. When Ruth had seen Surgeon Powell in comfortable q uarters at The Frying Pan, she mounted her horse and rode alone out of Pocket Cit y. There were few mine;s abroad at that hour, and if any o ne saw her at all, they supposed in the darkness that s h e w as a man. E ve n had they kn o wn it to be Bonnie Belle, she would ha v e g o n e unques t i o ned as to the cau s e of her late ride, no matter h ow much a n y one would have wondered a s to J the reas o n. She rod e directl y towa rd Hangman' s Gulch, and that w a s a .sure s ig n t hat s he would m eet no o ne on that trail, which the bra vest o f the miners would not travel by night. And yet the re in that w e ird spot among the graves of a score of victims of border justice or injustice, as the c a se might be, with the gall o ws rising above him, stood a man t hen und e r s e ntence of death to die by hanging. A m an w h o c o uld c ount his victims by the score a man r evengefu l m e rciless. and wi cked far bey ond his kind It was A u s t i n kn ow n o n the frontier as Silk L asso Sam. He had b een left there by h i s d evo t ed s ister to :iwait h e r r e t u rn an d i f th e s po t had haunt ing memorie s for 1 him, h e did n ot r eveal t h e fa c t b y w o rd or d e ed. In fa c t he w as rath e r mor e callous, it seemed than tou ch ed b y the memories w hich the place must bring up to one w h o was s u c h as he. 1 He uttered a n .impat ient oa th n o w and then as tim e p a sse d on a n d h e did n o t h ear his sis ter returning, and a t l ast, l osi n g hi s patie nce as tim e s tole o n he wa s movii1g ciown towa r d the mouth o f t he gulch, w h e n his ears cau ght th e clatt e r o.f h oof falls She i s co min g he muttered. Then, as h e darted b ack into the s hadow, he drew a revo l v er a nd said : "But I mu s t n ot be too s ure." Soon a horse and rider appeared in the gulch, and draw ing rein, those near heard the soft, plaintive notes of the whip-poor-will. Then, as the call was repeated again and again, he stepped out from the shadow and approached the maiden where she sat upon her horse. "Ah, brother, I am so glad to find you, for I was be coming anxious at not finding you," she said, as she slipped from her saddle to the ground, "I was so taken aback at the old whip.-poor-will cnll, Ruth, that I could neither answer it, or speak." "Then you can feel, and you are not, as people have said, utterly heartless and callous!" "I hope I am a changed man, my aister. But what am I to do?" "Yau are to return with me to Pocket Oty, for I have a place in my wing of the hotel where I can hide and care for you for a few days, as it w0uld by no means be safe for you to attempt now to go through the country alone." "And why not now?" "Because you know that your attack on .Surgeon Powell will cause the wildest excitement at the fort. "Of course it will be known that you escaped, and Col onel Dunwoody will have half his force on your track, for Surgeon Powell will be supposed to have been killed, and that ''"-ill make those who search for you most revengeful." "That is so, sister "I am sorry that this was not an escape without vio lence, and, as I fear, the death of the driver." "How could it be without violence or death with the Sugeon Scout along, Ruth, for you know it would have been easier to have mastered a guard of half a dozen men than Powell, unless by a blow when he did not expect it. "He is an extraordinary man, you know." r Yes, he is, and I am glad it is no worse. "But i10w here are some things for you to put on, and you are to come with me to Pocket City. "I will ride on ahead and enter my wing of the hotel, and when you hear the whip-poor-will cry, do you then c o me directly to my gaite in the stockade wall." "I understand." "I will h a ve your room ready and will bring you your footl myself while I am arraJ:).ging for your departure." "Yo u are most kind to me, Ruth. "But then you always ha v e been." I wish to be and I hope to help you to lead a dif f ere nt life my brother." "You alone can do it, Ruth," was the low response, and then, as though he dreaded trouble yet for himself, he said: "What you say about Powell alarms me, and if it n. found out that you are my sister. then your houM will b e searched, Ruth."

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26 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 1'Let them search it, for they will never flnd you in the place where I can hide you, Austin." "All right, I am in your hands, my sister," and having slipped on the clothes she had brought him, he followed her on to the edge of Pocket City. For h;;ilf an hour he waited there in the shadow of the timber, and then came the cry of the night bird, wh1en he ; walked briskly toward the stockade. The gate was opened, and unseen by any one, he en tered and had reached a haven of refuge. CHAPTER XVI. THE SURGEON SCOUT GIVES A WARNING. Frank Powell's wounds were painful, though not fierious. He had been taken to one of the pleasantest rooms in the border shanty known as The Frying Pan, and thither ; went Bonnie Belle and a Ch\nese servant, with water, arnica ai.1d bandages. "I have come to dress your wounds, Surgeon Powell, under your direction," she said, with a smile. "They amount to but little to one who has roughed it as [ have, Miss Arden." "There, you are calling me Miss Arden, when yott know that h ere I am Bonnie Belle." "I will not mistake again, Bonnie Belle." "Here, Chin-Chin, get ready to help me," and having placed the basin and other things upon the table, she drew hack t!1e collar of the surgeon's shirt and glanced at the do you think of it?" she asked. "The bullet passed through and touched no bones, so it will soon heal," he assured. She then bathed the two wounds where the bullet cut its Way in and out, and bandaged the should(!r firmly "Now to that cut upon the head." The blow had cut to the bone, but the skull was not injured, and being washed clean, she tool? a. couple of stitches, drawing it : togeth er, after which it was also dressed carefully. Chin-Chin, meanwhile, was sent for some Shlpper for the Surgeon Scout, who ate heartily of what was brought to him and, left to himself; was soon after sound asleep. The next day Bonnie Belle visited him, with Chin-Chin, again dressed his wounds and then said : "Now, Surgeon Powell, I have written a lette1: to the ifort that you are here, and I suppose a troop will soon b e for you." "Yes, but there was no of it, as I could have gone bn alone." "No, sir, that I would not allow, for brave and strong as you are, you are not able to take that ride alone, S( you are to remain here until your comrades come you.' "You are the captain, Bonnie Belle, and so I obey .' "But I have something to say to you." "W e11, sir?" "You do not know that Buffalo Bill is on my trail.'1 She started and asked : "What do YOJl mean ?" "I mean that Buffalo Bill was to follow the coach to I the end of the run. "He did not say as much, but I feel sure that he did so.' l "Yes." "Of course he came upon the scene where the coach had been held up, and where were the bodies of the res-' cuer and of Horseshoe Ned, if the latter was killed, wltich I doubt." I "I think I see your meaning n ow "Yes, for Buffalo Bill coming upon this scene, read i like an open book. He returned to the fort and got force with which to follow the rescuers, and he did so with all the promptness for which he is famous. That is the way I read it, anyhow." "And that means th:it he will come here?" "Yes, and very soon." "But my brother guarded against that by dividing th men, as you know, and covering up -the trails as well as hl could." l mJour brother did not guard against the fact that falo Bill was upon his tr:til. He supposed that it would, 1 perhaps, be a couple of days before the rescue wa,s known, and so the trails would be in a manner stale before there1 would be any one on his track. What became of his res cuers he doubtless did not care, long as he reached you \ in safety and found a hiding place." [ "I fear such is the nature of my brother, Dr. Powell."1 "I judge him b y his actions in the past, an 1 though I feel that he deserves hanging, and should b hanged without any hesitation if taken, as he will sure! be, for your sake I give you this warning." "It is most kind of you." .. "No, it is just to you, for I feel that you are here, !iv ing the life you do, only to save your brother, to redeern him. "You have played a bold game for his rescue, and as you believe in his reformation, as he has pledged himself1 to lead a different life I s hall not be the one to thwart you, so give you a warning that if Buffalo Bill comes here with his sco uts, as he surely will, he will ferret ou the hiding place of your brother and you will see him hanged before your eyes, I very much fear." "The n you would advise me to at once remove hin1i to a safer retreat?" anxiously asked Bonnie Belle.

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THE BU ff J\LO BILL STORIES. 27 "I would advise yo u to send him far from here at once, Bonnie Belle. "If he goes back to his old ways of wickedness again, then you have done far more than your duty by him and he must take the cc,;isequences." "Yes, it must be so," she said, s adly, and then, as she turned from the room, s he continued : "I thank you, Surgeon Powell; and I will at once take your advice." From the room o f the Surgeon Scout, Bonnie Belle went with very thoughtful face to her room. She soon made her arrangements for bringing the out law to her own quarters, for she could do nothing else.1 That she did so the reader has seen. Then she looked the situation squarely in the face and decided to speak and act at once. Delays are dangerous she was well aware, and with Buffalo Bill upon the trail of her brother, she under stood just what it meant. So she said, after some time spent in silent thought: "Brother, I wish tc talk with y ou." "I am very tired, sis, so say another tim e "No, it must be now, for I have something to tell you that will startle you." "Well?" "Buffalo Bill is upon your trail." "Ha How know you this ?" "From the Surgeon Scout." "Ba-h he has tried to frighten you." "And has been successful." "You are frightened, then ? "I am." "And I am not." "WeII we shall see what cause you have." "Fire away." "The Surgeon Scout did not try to frighten me." "What then ?" "He did me a kindness, as, after all I had risked and done for yoc.1, he did not wish me to see you hanged." ''He is very kind." There was a snee r in the man's tones. "You misunderstand him, as I wiII prove to you." "He _told me that he had been sent East by Colonel Dunwoody under orders, and that fearfol of an attack upon the coach to rescue you, for my men were not sus pected of being treacherous, except that they might be bribed to release you, detectives though they were sup posed to be, Buffalo Bill had decided to follow the coach and did so." "Ah!" "He therefore came upon the scene and of course rode back to the fort for aid ." "This looks bad, if true." "It is true, for Surgeon Powell tolCi me for my good, with the hope that you might have a chance to prove to me that your reformation was sincere." The outlaw wore a troubled look now, for he knew what Buffalo Bill was on a trail. "Well, Rutb, what is to be done?'' "If you remain here, knowing as he does that you are my brother, Buffalo Bill will prevent your escape, for he will put spies upon this hotel and you will be captured when you least expect it." "It looks bad for me, sis." "Yes, unless you go at once from here." "How can I?" "I will go to the stable and get my. best horse for. you, yes, two of them, for one you can use as a pack animal. "I will fit you up a disguise, some provisions to last you a week or more, your weapons you can get to gether and when all is in readiness you can meet me at the cliff on the trail to Hangman's Gulch. "That trail is well traveled, and you t1:an take the bed of the stream then, following down it for miles. "This will destroy any trait, fo r I will drag back a: hush over the trajl of the horses to the stream, leaving a rope to it as though a horse had been hitched to it and then broke away." "You are as ingenious as Buffalo Bill, sis." "When we are working for a life .our brains are on the alert, brother. "Now, I will get the provisions, blankets, ammunition and weapons packed up, and I will bring them to you with the pack saddle at once, and I will see to the going to the edge of the timber. "You will have to carry tne pack saddle that far yourself, but the other horse will be all saddled and bridled ready for you." "I will not mind it, Ruth; but I want the best animals you have." "You shall them." "And you know that I have no money." "Indeed?" "It is so." "I heard that you had been allowed to keep what you had on you of value when taken." "It is not so, for I was robbed of everything," said the outlaw. "Well, brother, I am not sorry, for that which you had had been gained dishonorably and would have brought you bad luck. "I will give you ten thousand dollars in bills, which you can carry easily, when I know in die future, that you have that you have atoned for the

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28 l'HE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. past all that lies within your power, then will I share Caruth, Buffalo Bill rode on into with you the fortune that I possess." halted at The Frying Pan. "You are very kind to me, Ruth; but I believe if I But for the warning given by the. Surgeon Scout, itl had more money now I could invest it so well that you would have been to the great surprise of Bonnie Belle, would not have to give me a cent.'' as she came out of her rooms, tci be suddenly c<'>n"I cannot give you more, now, brother; but should fronted by the tall form of the scout, and to see behind you need it, you know where I told you to write to me, him the two officers in uniform. and I will readily help you. The !lcout acted as spokesman and said: "Bu't have you decided where you will go?" "Bonnie Belle, we are here to find Stirgeon Powell, "Yes, I shall go .to South America somewhere and and I feel that you will give what information you can' lnvest my money there.'' regarding him.'' "Well, may success attend yqu, brother, wherever "Come into my rooms and I will tell you all there you go." is to tell, while, to relieve you r minds, let me say that And half an hour after the devoted sister parted Surgeon Powell is here and doing well, though he is from her outlaw brother at the little stream, she re-wounded. turning to the camps dragging after her a cedar bush "I will explain, however." to wipe out the trails of the two horses she had led to And then she told the story of her bold rescue of her that spot to await his coming. brother, and which had been intended to be a blood-And once more a free man. Austin Arden was less one, as far as she was concerned. 1 launched again upon the world, no longer know11 as Surgeon Powell was sent for and was able to come Silk La?SQ Sam the outlaw. to her rooms to meet his comrades, and q, pleasant CHAPTER XVII. CONCLUSION. The scouts i.mder Buffalo Bill came into camp the following day after starting t1pon the trails, two of them with horses which they had found astray in the timber, and two more with a prisoner they had taken. Two others reported paving killed a man whom they overtook and who showed fight, and thus were the pretended d etec tives, the comrades of Raymond, ac counted for. Texas Jack had the best story to tell, however. He had tracked a horse clown toward Pocket City and discovered that there was a man on foot going along that way, too. He had trailed them to a spot half a dozen miles from Yellow Dust Valley, and there a horse had joined them, as 'the tracks showed. This horse came from the direction of Yellow Dust Valley. "That is the trail we take, Captain Caruth, and I am going to ask you to camp your men outside of Pocket City, and you and the major go on with me alone," said Buffalo Bill. "You will discover my reason later, and, if I mistake not we will find Surgeon Powell in Pocket City, for I cannot believe that harm has befallen him.'' So the command moved on its way, and Buffalo Bill guided them to the camping place near the cabin of Deadshot Dean. It was nig:ht then! and accomP,a?ied bY. Captain meeting it was. "And now, Bonni e Belle, I desire to ask yotJ one question," said Buffalo Bill. "Certainly." "Where is your brother?" "Far from here, for he was set free upon conditions. "I have kept my contract with him, and with a handsome sum of money, he has gone to appear amid these scenes no more. "As for myself, I coach going out, to Dunwoody.'' shall start East upon the next escape punishment from Colonel Until a late hour they all talked together, arid the next morning, as Surgeon Powell expressed himself as well able for the journey, the return rnarch was begun.1 The two heroes of the plains, who have been mainly the heroes of this romance, the Surgeon Scout, Frank Powell, and 'the king of scouts, Buffalo Bill, are to-day men whose names are read almost daily in story and verse, and that they may yet be spared to llves of use.:: fulness, to enjoy for many years the honors they have won in their her,pic deeds upon the frontier, is, I know, the warmest wish of all. THE END. Next week's issue, No. 631 will contain "Buffalo Eill and the Red Riders; or, The Mad Driver of the Over lands.'' How the mad driver lost his reason is a thrilling story. Buffalo Bill tracked the Red Riders, who were responsible for this, became one of their band for a few hours and finally cleaned out the whole stronghold where they dwelt. Look out for this story in next week's issue.

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Conte s t pretty near half-way over, boys, and humming along. Keep it going. We'll soon swing round into the home-stretch, and finish with a burst of speed. Remembe r those fishing sets we offer as prizes. If you don't, look on page 3J. A Close. Shave With a Twister. (By Geo r ge Herman Braun, Neb.) About five years ago we lived in a town called Beloit, in Mi tchell County, Kansas. We l i ved iu a one-story house o f seven rooms and had a big orchard, a horse, c o w, calf and s everal chickehs. It was my business to drive the cow to and from a pasture about a mile away fro m us. One afternoon in August the. sky suddenly beca me clouded. I paid no particular attention to it Until ahout four when father called our attention to a big, black cloud hanging below t he others in the south. On a closer scrutiny we could s e e tha t it was twisting and circling, and graduaily forming into a tunnel mass. Father said it was a cyclone cloud and told me to go after the cow, while he got things ready in the cyclone cellar. W ell, I w e nt. When I reached the gate I saw nothing of the cows and so pressed on. I went all over the pasture but couldn't find a cow. I looked at the cloud (o r twister) and saw that it bad gradually low ered itself. I noticed th a t the color of the lightning was a deep red instead of yellow. Then I got frightened and determined to g o home without the cow, but when I reached the gate y ou c a n imagine my surprise at seeing every cow assembled the re. I let our cow out of the gate and hurried on home, meanwhile keeping an eye on the which bad moved to the southwest. ,. About half way home it suddenl y began to rain and blo w terribly. I could h a rdly adva nce a s tep. I could hear the crashing and breaking away of boards by the wind. Presently a plank five fee t lon g, a foot wide and au jnch thick came flying through the air, grazing the cow, strikin g me on the shoulder, and burling me to the ground in the mnd. I got up in considerable pain, my arm severe ly bruised, and hurried on. About half a b lock further I was suddenly blinded by a flash of lightning aud knocked down by something falling ou me, pinning m e to the ground. Next moment the air was re soundiug with a cra s h of thtmder enough to deafeu a fish. Well, the lightning bad struck a large tree near me, breakiug the limb that now pinned me to the ground. I had to use all my strength to get my leg out and finally scrambled from under the tree in some way. I couldn't find the cow, but I kJ:\eW she went on and I man aged to limp there also. I was gl:i.d when I got home, for I was drenched to the skin and bruised all over, but it didn't take long for me to get well agaiu. Next day we heard that the cyclone bad struck a town thirty miles away. i\ Terrible Experience. (By Harry Kleifgen, Indiana.) One night, about a year ago-I shall never forget that night-Dan Williams; a friend of mine, and I went to Buffalo Bill's Wild West Show. We bad dtcided to stay at Dau's home that night, as it was uot so far from the show grounds. We had an excellent time that uight, and started for home about midnight. We had about a mile to walk along the Eelt Railroad, and a loug trestle bridge about one hundre d yards long and havi11g three sp ans. While walking along we were joking and making a Jot of ra ck et unt{l we reached about the ceut e r of the bridge. Then, and only then, did we hear the train, which was fast a pproaching us. Upon seeing it, Dan yelled for me to nm, which we did, but when I was within fifteen feet of the pier I heard a s cream, and one glance in back was enough. I jump ed and mi s sed the pier, bnt n o t until I had struck my bead upon an iron railing. I went far out into the darkness aud it seemed an age before I struck water. At last I hit the water with a great splash and sank, and when I came to the top I struc k out for shore. It seemed as ;f I nev e r would reach land a ga in. At last I felt a. strange ringing in my ears, and then it seemed as though I was paraly7e .l, aud with a cry I became unconscious. When I came to I wa s at home in bed with a high fever, and it was many a day before I was able to get out again.

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' 1 30 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. Late r I learned that the e n gineer bad s een us too late, and he stopped the trai n and notified a farmer who had a boat, and who rowed out in the river and found me when I was near drowned. The next day tkey found the remains of Dan, who was struck b y the train and killed, and his bod y fallin g in the river. They were unable to fina it till daylight. I was unconscious for three days, and tbat time they buried poor Dan Williams, my best friend. The Mountain Lion. (By Harold Ogilvie, New Me x ico ) When I was a boy about fourteen years old I obtained permission to io rabbit hunting up in the mountai n s One about dusk I took my brother's shotgun and 6nly three shells. That was all he had. I walked about two miles and kille d two rabbits and a haw. Just as I was returning t o go home I beard a low no)se and turned around jus t in t ime to have a mountain lion strike me in the fa c e. He had spran' off a roc k and if I had kept on without turning h e hav e struck me on my back. He knocked me over and m y h ead struck aiainst a rock and bled a w hol e lot. He got a tas te of blood and seemed to want more. He bit into my slaoulder a n d arm. I had a s mall knif e and I stabbed him in the shoulde r but that only enraged h i m t h e more, and just then a rifle cracked and h e f e ll ov e r d e ad. It wa s my boy pard a n d had he not come up just then I would not be writing this adventure. J\ Clos e Shave. (By Jas. Stewart, Iowa.) One day when I was about twelve yea r s ol d 11 an d some other bo y s were playing b a ll in a pasture nea r the house and another boy w as shooting sparrows with a .22 r i fle. I guess he did not se e u s He shot at a sparrow and the b u llet gla nced, a ud it jus t m i ssed me about an inch. Was n t tha t a clos e s h a v e ? I w a s never s o scare d in m y lif e. Prairie fire. (By Fran k W oo d bec k Oklahom a T erritory.) It w a s a fine morn i 1J011t half' wa y hom e wh e n I cam e upon a long, siugle-track rail1 road bridge across a w i d e cree k . I was about half way o ver whe1rl s a w to iny d i s m a y a t ra in c oming fr o m t h e r ear, and I did not know what to d o so I got down be t ween the rai i s I happen ed t o l eave m y gun on top o f the bridge, and it was knocked:: t o s p l in t ers and the train pas s e d over m y llead Jike a ; thun derbolt. I The stea m was c omi n g out of one of the brakes and \ scalde d my h a n ds and I nearly dropp ed, but I manag e d t o hang unti l it passe d over and then I h a d a grea t time getting on the bridge agai n, but a t la s t I got and co ntinue d o n m y journ ey home v ery muc h d is ma y ed J about the l oss of my gim. : At las t I got h ome, and I bad to relate the story to m y p a r ents Lost in a Cave. (By E b e r E L udwick, Pa.) Last i nstitut e w ee k four oth e r boys and I p lanned a I vis-i t t o S t overdale Ca\e We had lanterns and guide stri n gs, also a rop e to l e t u s down the ' we ll," a s we c a lle d i t, a h o l e from t h e upper cav ern to the lowe r cav ; em about fifteen fee t deep. 1 A ft e r w e b a d gone thro u g h th e upr;er c a vern w e fas t e n ed the rope securely and s li d down into the lower c av ern. We then fas tened our g u ide string and start ed o n t A fter seeing a ll the sight s and carving our n a mes on t be rocks, we began to f<:!el hungry, so w e d e cided t o go back and have our diuuer. \Ve reached t h e well" in sa f e t y, a n d af ter a good deal of trouble all g o t up but m e, I being l e ft to p u t the lanterns on a rope t o have the m dra w u up. Just then I r e m e m bere d tha t I had left my lantern away bac k o n a rock where I h ad carved m y name. I di d n t m iss it beca 1se i t was 011l y a l a r d oil la11tern and di d not give m uch light, as my j o b was lo le t out the guide string [didn t want such a big lantern. So, thin k in g I conlcl ge t it myself l t ook one of t h e other boy's lc:n te;11s and started out. ,-\ltho:igh the g u i de wa ; there 1 t ho 1 ; g!Jt it wa s o f no use t o follow it, as 1 t hougli t l knew where to fiud the lantern, b ecause it was suc h a bother. So I went on, aud sud den ly I encountered t h e b l ank s i d e o f t h e cave.

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 31 1 knowing what this meant, I looked around and y 1w a cavern leading from this. So I started in this one, ) 1inking it was one we had passed through, because .y-Yes, there was the same rock, but yet I was doubtul. Anyway, I started in this one. re I bad not gone far when I noticed my lantern grow '.0lim and finally go out. Thinking it blew out, I tried to 0ight it with the only match I had, but I had no sooner 0it it than it went out again. Then the startling fact ame to me that the air here was too rare to sustain a ;t Then all at once I smelt smoke, which became stronger Ind stronger. Then bats flew all around me and in my 1 ace, and I thought I saw big eyes and heard strange mises. These thoughts were made more real by my campfires of tramps in the cave. All these things appened in a short time, but I was so thoroughly ared, and the smoke became so strong I could hardly : eatbe, and had to shut my eyes and I ran like one il 1Dad. f I had not run far when I stumbled and fell over a liff of rocks. I threw out my 11ands, naturally, and ilutched something all at once and stopped. I found it 1 as the guide string, but I was so weak from smoke I t ould hardly move, and I could not open my e y es. Not ) :nowing where I was going, I stumbled along by the l 1elp of the guide string, until I came to the "well," 1 rnowing it by a little fresh air coming down. I then :alled for help, for the boys had gone I knew not wliere, l md I was too weak to get up myself. l I called again and then fainted. When I came to I 111as lying in the grass with the boys bathing my fore aead with 'rnter. The boys had gone to the entrance of ;he cave, w11ich was not far away from the ''well," and wade fires to cook dinner and dry ou r clothes, which iVere wet from the drippings of water. As they had to start them with brush and leaves they smoked a great foal, but they "didn't think," they said. After a while :hey beard me call, and came to the ''well.'' Finding me unconscious, they became frightene d and r.ome went down and some s t ay ed up, and then they got .ne up the best way they could. We starte d at once, and jlY being half carried I managed to get home and to bed, 1 stayed for two .days and a half. Whenever I bink of it it makes me shudder, and I don't think I ill ever get my lantern. I ;. J\ Caddie's Story. (By Thos. Cassin, Illinois.) I am about to tell you of an adventure I had. I am a caddie for the Glen.View Golf Club. One day I was }vatcbing another man drive bis ball. Then my man kot read y He struck the ball. I was to see the ball swiftly toward me. I stood there looking at it. 1 Then I heard some one shout. I stooped just as it was a foot from me. While it was passing it took my cap 9.long. That was one of the closest shaves I had and hope it will be the last. i tiIVEN AWAY AS PRIZES Look on the Back Cover of No. 52 to See What They Are Like. HOW TO WIN A PRIZE The Prizes Will Be Awarded to the Seven Boys Sending in the Best Stories. Look on the back cover of No. 52 for photograph and description of one of the prizes. To Become a Contestant for These Prizes cut out the Anec dote Contest Coupon printed herewitl1, fill it out properly, and send it to BUFFALO BILL WEEKLY care of Street & Smith, 238 William Street, Ne)V York City, together with.your anecdote. No anecdote will be considered that does not have this coupon accompanying it, COUPON. BUFFALO BILL WEEKLY ANECDOTE CONTEST; No. 4. Name ......... Street. and Number ............................................... or Tqwn ....................................................... s ............................................................... ot Anecdote .. ..................... ...........

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BlJFF!\LO BILL STORIES (LARGE SIZE.) Containing the Only Stories Authorized by Hon. WILLIAM F. CODY ("Buffalo Bill"). i' I ,\. 1 ,' 35-Buffalo Bill's Mission; or, The Haunt of the Lone Medicine Man. 36-Buffalo Bill and the Woman in Black; or, In League with the TollTakers. j : 31-Buffalo Bill the Haunted Ranch; or, The Disappearance of the (1 Ranc.hman's Daughter. 1 38-Buffalo Bill and the Dantte Kidnapcrs; or, The Green River Massacre. j 39-Buffalo Bill's Duel; or, Among th( Mexican Miners. 40-Buffalo Bill and the Prairie W .olves; or, Hunting the Bandits of Boneyard Gulch. 41-Buffalo Bill at Painted Rock; or, After the Human Buzzards. 42-Buffalo Bill and the Boy Trailer; or, After Kidnappers in Kansas. f" 43-Buffalo Bill In Zigzag Canyon; or, fighting Red Hugh's Band. 44-Buffalo Red 1\llies; or, Hand to Hand with the Devil .Gang. ... 45-Buffalo Bill in the Bad Lands; or, Trailing the Veiled Squaw. 46-Buffalo Bill's Trail of the Ghost Dancers; or, The Sioux Chiefs Sectic(. 47-Buffalo Bill's Deadliest Deal ; or, The Doomed Desperadoes of Mine. 48-Buffalo Bill's Secret; or, The Trail of a Traitor. 49-Buffalo Bill's Phantom Hunt. ; or, The Gold Guide o f Colorado Canvon. 50-Buffalo Bill's Brother in Buckskin; or. The Redskin Lariat Rangers. 51-Buffalo Bill's Trail of the Man Tigers; or, The Doom of the Branded Hand. 52-Buffalo Bill's Boy Pard; or, Training the Buckskin Boy. 53-Buffalo Bill's Vow of Vengeance; or, The Scout's Boy Ally : 54-Buffalo Bill and the Mad Hermit; or, a Lost Trail. >:.-Tl 55-Buffalo Bill's Bonanza; or, The Clan of the Silver 56-Buffalo Bill's Mascot; or The Mystery of Death Valley. 57-Buffalo Bill and the Surgeon Scout; or, The Brave Dumb Messenger. 58-Buffalo Bill's Mysterious Trail; or, Tracking a Hidden foe. 59-Buffalo Bill and the Masked Hussar; or, fighting the P r airie Piratt:s GO-Buffalo Blind; or, Running the Peath Gauntlet. 62-Buffalo Bill and the Masked Driver; or, The fatal Run Thiough Death Canyon. 1 Back numbers always on ha.nd. If you cannot fet them from your newsde aler five cents a copy 1 will Ming pos;d. SMITH, ;.y '1 .,._ _____________________________ """"""'....,,.._,_ __ _,,,,......,...., __

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l McGOVERN CROSS-COUNTERS WITH HIS RIGHT. THERE .. can be no question abo-\ the advantage of being able I I box well. When called upon to defer yourself you are always ready ar :, 1 the manly art of boxing if practice as set forth in the pages of the boo entitled "The Art of Boxing and Se Defense" will bring the muscles int play and transform a weak man int< a noble specimen of his race. . The Art of Boxing a"d Self Defense B,,-PROF. DONOVAN I . The only authentic work on Boxing now on the market. '! DIAnOND \ THE CONTENTS AN lLLUSTRA TIONS WILL mAnOND I HAND BQ K HAND BOOK INTEREST THE MOST INDIFFERENT PERSON. No 9 JT is profusely illustrat@d with 37 elegant halftone cuts, showing the different positions and blows. The originals of these illustrations are such noted pugilists as J ames Jeffries, Rob ert Fitzsimmons, James J. Corbett, Terry McGovern, Young Corbett, and all the heavy and light-weight fighters who ever held the championship of their class. The book is printed on good paper, clear, sharp type and bound in attractive illuminated cover. PRICE 10 CENTS ALL .NEWSDEALERS If sent by mail, 5 cBnts additional for postage. No.9 YOUNG CORBETT GETS IN A STRAIGHT LEFT ON McGOVERN'S STOMACH. I :::::::=: :: :: .::::::::< e : : I : : r l


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