Buffalo Bill and the Red Riders, or, The mad driver of the overlands


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A W'EEKLY_ PUBLJCA9{10 N 1DE-VOTE:D TO Hl5TORY TH.l!.RE, UNKEMPT AND DISHEVELED, STOUD SILK-RIBBON SAM, A GU<:AMJNG REVOLVER IN EACH HAND. "I HAVE COME TO KILL!" HE CRLEn, J FACING llUFFALO BILL AND BIS COJ\IPANIONS j

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A WEEKLY PU6.LICATlON DEVOTED T O BORDER HI Jsnud Weeify. By SNbscri/tion $2..so fer year. E1'tered as Second Class Matter at tl!e N. Y Post Offiu, by STREET & SMITH, 23 8 William St., N. Y. Entered 11ccording-lo A.cf of Conl{ress in lk year z90a, in the Office of' the Librari11n of Co11g-ress, Washing-ton, D. C. No. 63. NEW YORK July 26, 1902. Price F ive Cents. BUFFALO BILL AND THE RED RIDERS; OR, The Mad Driver of the 0verlands. By the author of "BUFFALO BILL." CHAPTER I. THE REDMEN. \Vind ing along a n overland trail a stagecoach drawn by six horses was climbing s lowly a m ounta in, the scenery on all s ide s growing grander as the top of the ridge was meared. A":. last the summi' t was reached a nd the driver drew rein to rest his ho1; ses, at the same time gazing with admiration upon the superb view that met hi s vision; a n admiration not d imini s hed b y the fact that he had s een tha t same broad expanse many and m any a time before. The face of this driver vvas a manly one, a beard of dark brow n concealing the lower portion, and his hair hung in curling masses upon his shoulders. He was dressed in black pants, top-boots, a fancy s ilk shi rt, with black scarf under the broad collar, ., knotted in sailor fashion, and wore upon his hea d a silver-embroidered Mexican sombrero. A red s ilk sas h was about his waist, half-concealing his belt of arms His eyes were large, in expre ssio n in re pose, but could light up with a dangerou s fire in ex citement or danger. Such was Silk-Ribbon Sam, a man known far and wide as the most reckless yet ski llful driver of the RC?cky Mountain ov erland t rails. \i\Tithin the coach wer e several passengers, their faces at the windows, as they gazed out upon the grand panorama . "Come, ponies, we must move on," said Silk-Ribbon Sam, after a couple of minutes' re:r.:; but hardly had the stage moved its length, when from behin d bowlders upon either s i de, and thickets ahead a nd in 9 n le

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II!t( ldaoxa .xat( 01J!013d 9t(l !JO Jt( at(l Ol am130 nom .xat( .xalP THE BUFF ALO BILL S)'ORIE5; as 0l lUaAI. TI' rear a withering fire was poured from the am .ish : : .M.OUlj PJ' Dowi1 dropped the six horses in their tracks; Silk Ribbon Sam fell backward on the top of the stage and la y mo t ionle ss .the blood streaming from a wound on his head, while from within the coach came \Vildest cries. But still from the ambush rattled the death-shots; though no resistance was made. There had come no stern command so well known upon the b11rder, of "Hands up!" but, without it, the shots from ambush had leveled the horses, the driver, and were tearing into the stagecoach r among the passetigers. Gradually the shrieks within the away, as the fire from the ambush kept up a constant rattle, and then all was still as death, for death wa s present there on the hill top. Then over the top of a bowlder peer a bunch of gay feathers, followed by the face of a white man, disguised after the Indian fashion, in full warpaint. Satisfied with the silence. that rested upon the s cene, he stepped out in full view. Another followed, then another and another, until thirteen painted forms stood in line! Not one spoke, not a gesture was made; but they moved toward the stagecoach. The doors were opened and the dead drawn out upon the ground. There was a woman among those dead, chil dren, too! No. word was spoken, while one of the red fiends climbed up and glanced at the driver. He seemed to be satisfied, for, after robbing him. he sprung down to join his comrades, wlio were rifling the bodies and the coach of booty. There was something appalling in this silent rob ... bery of the dead. Not a word was spoken, not a gesture was made, but. the red band. seemed to act as though each man was moved by the same thought and will. / From within the coach one took a small buckskin iE c _o?:.B.anJon -=---_ Another bag was taken out, and so on it went until twelve had been found, all the same size, and ap parently possessing considerable weight. Then the olie who had no treasure-bag to carry; walked away in the gathering gloom, and behind him came in single file his comrades, each beating on his shoulder the booty, and over the ridge the sjient the Mysterious Thirteen, passed out of sight, leaving the stage, with its slain horses and pas sengers, :1. ghastly spectacle for. the rising moorl to look upon 1 Hardly had the la.st one of the Mysterious Rea men, as these outla\vs were called, disappeared when the form of the driver, lyirtg back on the top of the. stage, as he had fallen, rose to a sitting posture. He stretched forth his hands as though to grasp the empty air, then pressed them hard upon his head -as if to collect his scattered senses. Then he rose to a standing position, gazed about him with a vacant stare, which suddenly changed into a look of horror. With a spring he was upon the ground, and upon the dead bodies of the slain like a man gone. mad. He rushed to the stage, sprung upon the step and leaned within for a short mom ent, and then, springing again to the ground, dropping upon his knees among the dead, crawled from body to body, gazing upon each intently-an old man, an elderly a young girl, a boy and a rough-faced borderman and from his lips broke a cry such as only human lips can utter when reason flies; and, eaping to his he dashed down the mountainside like a madman. CHAPTER II. THE SCOUT'S PLEDGE. On the far frontier, not very thany miles from where the stagecoach of Silk-Ribbon Sam was attacked by the Mysterious Redmen, a coach rolled UP, to a station on the overlatid, and from it sprung three n_:en, all armed.

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9 THE BUFF l\LO BILL STORIES. station agent with the air of one who addressed his superiors. Seats were given them under the shed piazza; a tin basin, soap, fresh water and a towel were provided, and the agent said, with a bow: "Supper will be ready in half an hour, gentlemen, and I have a flask of prime juice ter coax up a appe tite with." "No soldiers have arrived yet, Ben?" asked one of the trio. "No, sir, not yet; but I guesses they'll come in afore long." As he spoke, several horsemen appeared in sight, coming up the hill toward the station. In the lead was an officer in uniform, and by his side rode. a man clad in buckskin. I Behind these two came a sergeant, with a dozen cavalrymen following him by twos. "There comes Captain Carrol now, and what a splendid-loo'king fellow that is ridin& by his side!" said one of the trio on the piazza. "Yer has a eye fer beauty, superintendent, for that feller are ther purtiest specimen o' man-critters in these parts, and he hev lately come hereabout as a scout, and they calls him Buff'ler Bill," expfained the station agent, Ben Long. "Buffalo Bill! the famous scout?" cried Colonel Cass iday, the Overland superintendent, for it was he and his two associates who had dismounted from the coach. He and his two comrades fastened their eyes upon the man in buckskin, who rode by tlie side of the army officer. Tall broad-shouldered, straight as a soldier on duty, athletic and quick in his movements, he looked just what he was-a man of giant strength and In di;rn activity. His face was a study for an artist, for the features were perfect, and upon each and every one was stamp of manhood, a look of indomitable nerve, and with a spirit to do and dare shining from the dark, p1erc111g eyes. His fine, silken hair fell upon his shoulders, his rn broad-brimmed sombrero of grayish hue shaded h : face, and his form was clad in buck s kin, ... that he wore cavalry boots coming above his knees. Such was Buffalo Bill when he rode up to the Overland station by the side of Captain Louis Carrol, of the United States Army. Colonel Cassiday-colonel by coifrtesy along the forward and greeted the newcomers with the remark: "Glad to see you, Captain Carrol, and but half an hour behind us; but, let me introduce my friends." His two companions were introduced, and then Captain Carrol said: "Colonel Cassiday, let me present to you William Cody, chief of scouts at the fort, and better known as l Buffalo Bill." "I know you well by name, sir, and an:i t afraid of anything, and I am only surprised that he was so completely taken at a disadvantage." "Where is he?" asked Cody, having, by general consent, to take the initiative in the questioning. "Lying at the point of death from brain fever. caused by his wound." "He was wounded, then?" "Yes, by a bullet that must have beeri fired from

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q +daoxa Jaq [O'lld aq+ JJO aq+ o+ am'!lo ifHE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. l.OUJ' .he ground1 for it struck his forehead, glanced up ward under the scalp and cut out at the top of the head. "The bone is n Captain Carrol, u1h0 rert1arked: "Put it in Cody's hands." "Ah! biit will you undertake the work, Mr. Cody?'' "I will ferret out the mystery, sir, and bring thos devils to their just punishment," was the response of Buffalo Bill, utteied in a way that showed he meant to do just what he pledged himself to do. Having pledged himself thus to the work, Buffalo Bill bade Captain Carrol and the soldiers good-by, when they retired that night, and set off with Colonel CasC('.day and his escort of two men, at
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9 (!'HE BUFF AhO BILL STORIES. n le Another orlver baa been founa to go through in the place of Silk-Ribbon Sam, but his coach had been attended by a guard of five men ort horseback. The station was more of a settlement than the other stage stops, for there were, as ha'.s been said, about a hundred dwellers there. There was a repair shop for toaches1 a harness store, grocery and a so-called tavern, with about a score of cabins . To the tavern Sai.;n had been taken and given the best room. The landlord wa-s a doctor, had practiced medicine in the East until he had fallen from grace from some cause which he kept to himself ; then he had "skipped West, mined for a while, and at length he began to practice as man and hbrse doctor as well as a landlord. He had skill in his profession, though, and had taken fine care of the sick and wounded driver. "Dr. Dunn, this is the great scout, Buffalo Bill. He may stop a short time with you, and wants to help you take care of your patient who by the way, I hope is improving,'' said Colonel Cassiday when they stopped at the tavern. "Scout Cody, I am proud to meet you. Come in, sir, and consider this your home for life. "As to Silk-Ribbon, colonel he is delirious yet, but he has less fever and his wound is doing well,'' an nounced the doctor, who was a pompous-looking lit tle man whom the boys called "'Pills and also "Gamecock ,' either cognomen being appropriate. "He has said nothing you can get a clew from, doc tor?" the colonel asked. 11Not a word that I ca11 tmderstand. res a bad case Cody for the poor fellow was wounded, just here on the head, the ball glancing upward and cut titig out just here and the doctor showed the places indicated ''A pistol shot?" "No; a rifle bullet made the wound "He w a s robbed?" "Oh, y es of a fine watch and chain but of h o w much money I do i1ot know. "011, Lordy I Buffalo Bill, there he is now." Thl. doctor sprang to his feet with a wild scream, for there, behind him, unkempt and disheveled, stood Sam, a gleaming revolver in each hand. "I have come to kill!" he cried, in hoarse tones. CHAPTER IV. ON THE TRAIL. At the sudden appearance of Silk-Ribbon Sam, tisen frotn his bed of fever and suffering, there was a hasty scattering. Colonel Cassiday, Fills the landlord-doctor and Tips a stable boy cared little to face a madman. But Buffalo Bill did not flinch. On the contrary, he went straight toward the fever-crazed man and said, while he extended his hand: "Why, Sam, how glad I am to see you I I am Buf falo Bill, you know." This coolness and confidence saved the life of the scout, and of the others, for Sam hesitated as he glanced into Cody's face, as if trying to think sanely. "Buffalo Bill! Yes he's a great scout and I want him to help me." "I will help you, Sam so let us have a talk." The driver allowed himself to be led back to the bed, and Buffalo Bill quietly took the pistols from him and laid them on the table. Then he said: "Lie down Sam, while we talk, and I will call the doctor to give us both a drink." The doctor then re-entered, for he had been ex pectantly at hand. His face wore an anxious look but he fixed two drinks, and the one the patient drank was a cooling one with a s edative in it. The scout rattled on pleasantly, talking of various matters until Sam, overcome by the medicitle, dropped intd a deep sleep. Instantly Pills removed the revolvers and all else that could be used as a dangerou s weapon by the invalid 1 He had been taught a lesson he would not soon

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smiq +da:>xa .zaq :lY!:J'!ld aq+ J;JO rioq aq+ o+ )q+om .zaq :J eas o+ +ua BUFF J\LO BlLL STORIES. A: MO forget, the leaving his patient the means of doing came to a trail leading off from the Overland track. harm. It was just where the main trail crossed a small Well, Cody, what did you learn in your talk with stream; but there was an evident trace of a track in him?" asked Colonel Cassiday, when they left the water up the stream. driver asleep. "I learned but little, colonel for he talked at ran aom.; but I will go up to Danger Station and look around, and begin work at once." "Then I leave all in your hands and if you need aid call on the men in the stati,on nearest to you." "This robbery and murder, I am sure, were planned colon el." The colonel soon after bade the station farewell. and returned to his own post, lea ving Bill .JI -I, master of his own movements. Cody started for Danger Station, a point near the place where the coach had been held up. The station boss Nick Sawyer, greatly admired the well-known scout, so welcomed Buffalo Bill warmly. Ni:ck was an honest-faced fellow, who knew only his duty to his employers. The scout showed his papers from Colonel Cassi day, giving him full freedom to do all he deemed best in his work of solving the mystery of the mas sacre, and the first request of Bill was to ask to see the cabin of Silk-Ribbon Sam; but Sawyer was una ble to give him admission, as the driver had the key and, of course, no one felt a t liberty, while the owner still lived, of breaking the lock. "Was Sam in the habit of taking daily hunts when he was off duty?" "Yes; he was always off in the mountains somewhere." "Which way
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THE BUf'fALO BILL STORIES. 9 find no track of Silk-Ribbon Sam's away from the cinon, nor cbuld he understand why he had made tho$e pilgrimages there continually. "I must go to the scene of the massacre," he de cidtd, and the rtext day he started; accompanied by Nick Sawyer, for the scene of the Redmen's fiendish crime. CHAPTER V. THE RED FEATHER, Buffalo Bill gazed with considerable intuest over the trail which had been,.the run of Silk-Ribbon Sam. He had been him5elf a Pony Express Rider when young, and, later, had driven a coach in the Rocky Mountains, so that he could appreciate the skill of the "Ribbon King," as Sam was often also called, in driving over such a tr.ail by day and night. Added to this was the fact that the run was often visited by Indians on and bands of r-oad agents were wont to strike different parts of the line from time to time, adding materially to the danger of that particular division of the Overland. At length Bill and Sawyer reached the scene of the tragedy. The scout dismounted, hitched his horse, and standing where the coach had stood on that fatal day, took in the situation. For ten minutes he merely looked in silence. His eyes took in the grand sweep of scenery, and then fell upon objects nearer. Here were the picked bones of the six stage horses. Over yonder beneath that tree were the graves of the passengers, and a headboard at each marked the name, as entered on the register of the coach line, when they had started on their westward journey. "There is where the men were in ambush-behind those rocks in that thicket; yonder among those rocks on the right; here on the left under cover of those bushes, and in the rear under shelter of the hill; for the bullet marks in the stagecoach show that it was riddled from four quarters. "Sam had evidently halted here to give his horses I 'll a breathing sp, ell after their long climb, and to lt the passengers have a view of the scenery. "The attacking party knew of his coming and arranged accotdingly. "Now, to see who were killed." So saying, he walked over to the graves, five m . number, and, taking out pencil and notebook, wrote what was on each headboard. First was a grave marked: ANllREIV (OVERLEY. Took seat Green Hill-booked to end bf line. Baggage robbed, no other clew. Same as others massacred on this spot The next was: MARY SAUNDERS. Took seat Green Hill-Lbooked to end of line. third was marked simply: The fourth was: UNKNOWN BoY, Aged twelve. LULU LENNOX. Girl of thirteen-under care of Andrew Covcrley and Mary Saunders. The fifth UNKNOWN BORDERMAN. Such was the record of that mountain tragedy, and as the baggage of those slain had been taken or de stroyed, more could not be discovered regarding them: 1 It certainly was a puzzle to solve, as to whether there had been a motive for killing these five people other than for booty. What brought that man, woman and little girl West, and what were they to each other? Who was the unknown boy of twelve years of age? Who was the unknown borderman, and what had he to do with the others? The scout pondered over all of these things, but said nothing; then he began to look about for "signs." Who perpetrated this red work? It had the look of having been done for an object

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nn1i:r lda;ixa .ra :lYJ:l'Bd ai:r1 J:l 1oi:r ai:r+ 01 aw ltJ:lOW .IatJ: ?as 01 : w THE BU ff ALO BILL STORIES. other than mere plunder, for why had all been as the murderers supposed, slaughtered? '".khere was one survivor, but his brain was now wild with delirium. Would he die with the secret untold? He alone, apparently, could clear up the mystery, unless one of the murderers came forward and con fessed: The trail was an old one, and yet Buffalo Bill started out to find how the Redmen had come to the mountain, and how they had left it. He went to work systematically, and with the pa tience of the Indian. Nick Sawyer was forced to go back to his station, so left the trail 11unter there alone. Cody sought a camping-place not far a : way ; staked out his horse and then set to work. The westbound coach passed the second J ay of his stay, with a new driver in the place of Silk-Ribbon Sam. He handled the reins well, but looked nerv ous . He halted for the passengers-for the coach was full-to see the scene of the mysterious f!lassacre, and they appeai;ed to be equally as much interested iq the tall form and handsome face of the scout, who, the driver told them, had come there to trail the mystery to the end. As day travel alone was allowed on that part of the line, the driver waved adieu to Buffalo Bill and drove on, for he had no desire for nigllt to catch him between t'l'<-o stations. Cody continued his trailing until'. suddenly, he and picked up a It was a feather of crimson hue, an ostrich plume, in fact, and at the end was a clasp, or small gold pin of unique design, representing a hand holding the four aces of a pack of cards The catch had been brnken off, and this accounted for the dropping of ,the feather by the wearer, who ever that wearer had be-en. Buffalo Bill gazed long at the feather and the pin On the reverse side of the latter were two letters, which the scout wrote down in his notebook, and then placed the red feather and the pin away in his saddle pocket and went on once more, trailing the almost obliterated track left by the assassins on their retreat. He continued on this trail until nightfall, and then camped on it. The next day he resumed his search, and late in the afternoon reached a broad trail that led up into a bold range of mountains. Any other man could scarcely have followed that indistinct trail, for it was left by human feet, not hoofs; but Buffalo Bill did not give it up and with the instinct of an Indian and the imagination and skill of an intelligent man, he had held on his way, each time when at fault, again finding the track he sought. When at last he saw whither it led, he seemed to be satisfied on some point, for he boldly mounted his horse and rode leisurely away. The next morning he rode into a frontier f01ct, and a cheer from the soldiers and scouts greeted him. H.e put up his horse and went straight to the qtr.w -_,... ters of the commandant, Captain Carrol. Captain Carrol greeted the chief of scouts warmly. "What, Bill, back so sqon from your detective work?" "I'll tell you just what I have done, captain, -and it seems to me as though my work was just begun," and the scout told the story up to the time of his finding the red feather. He placed his notebook be fore the officer, open at the names of the people who were slain in the stagecoach. "Now, Captain Carrol, from the manner in which the attack and murders were carried out, many have believed""'that Indians were at the bottom of it; but from the first I had an idea that it was the work of white men. "Now, no Indian had this feather; that is certain; still, the murderers did not go to the scene 011 horseback, but on foot, which does not look as though they were white men, for white men would not walk, as a general thing. "They yet could have had only a motive to kill, as

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THE BUF F ALO BIL L STORIES. 9 Colonel Cassiday says there was no treasure serrt through that .day, unless the passengers had a treasure which these murderers knew of." "That may been, Cody, and an ally must have been along with the coach," said Captain Carrol, who was deeply interested in the scout's story. "Yet the books show only the five passengers." "111e might have been the spy." "If so, they killed him, for he was found dead among the rest." "True; but go on with your story, for I have every confidence that you can ferret this out, for you are a natural-born detective, Bill." "Thank you, sir. I followed the trail for sixty miles, until it led up into the Wild Range, and there I left it." "Lost it?" "Oh, no; for it had become broader, no pains hav ing been taken to conceal it from a follower, as had been the case up to that time." "Well?" "I then branched off and came here to report." "N 9t to give it up, I hope?" "Certainly not, sir; to give up is not my nature; but my tracking them to the \Yild Range shows that they must have their rendezvous there." "There are hostile Indians there, too." "Yes, sir, and it is the .retreat of the Red Riders too." "Ha! of that band of road agents that every now and then strike Overland coaches upon some of their trails?" "Yes, sir, for you know the Red Riders' trails have always led from the scene of their deviltry to the vicinity of the Wild Range . "And yet, not a soul has ever been ably to trace this band to its retreat, further than that they have a refuge in these mountains, where it would take a regiment to capture a dozen men." "It is my intention, Captain Carrol, to now undertake the work of finding out these daring men, arid, with the aid of a few of my scouts, turned into de tectives, I believe I can do it." "I fear you are going to take too great a risk upon yourself, Cody." "All life is a risk." "What is your plan?" "I \.Vil! tell you, sir, for I need all the aid you can give me. You have a deserter in the guardhousea soldier, who is not unlike me in appearance." "Yes." "Now, I would like you to have him secretly re moved by night, under a guard of two of my scouts, and taken to another fort, there to be secretly con fined in prison; then let the report get out that he has escaped, and offer a reward for him, dead or alive." 1 .} "I cannot see your plan, Cody." "You soon will, sir. I will shave off my hair, mus tache and imperial, dress in the deserter's uniforin, and make my way to the Wild Range, as though seeking refuge among the Indians or road agents, whiche ver I come up with first." "I knew you meant to take some terrible risk." "Oh, no, sir; for I'll be thought to be Dave Daw son, the deserter, you know. I'll hang about the trail for some time, and I wish some of my men to take passage on each stagecoach, west and east, for the next two weeks, and report to me all that takes place. "They can do so, with their experience, and when it is clone Surgeon Powell, I know, will bring it to me at a place I \\ill appoint to meet him. "This may be all useless, and yet it may pan out something of great value .. "Then I will go on my hunt for the retreat of the Red Riders, and see what I can discover." "I _don' t like this risk, Cody, I frankly confess." "I think you exaggerate the danger to me, sir." "Not at all; I fear you do not see how great the danger really will be." "A life's a life, sir, and one in my calling must risk it daily. "I wish, then, Captain Carrol, to detail twelve men, and ask Surgeon Powell to have charge of them. I will take mosHy my own men, but I want

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'. to THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. also your brave negro servant, Kansas, and Captain Taylor's faithful Chinee, Buckskin, with four soldiers and six of my own picked scouts. These are to be ready to come to my aid when I need them, either singly or all together, for my intention is to make a band of detectives of them, and thus ferret out the . lawless men that are a curse to the border. .'By so doing, Captain Carrol, we can rid the Over land of these road agents, and the settlements of horse thieves and marauders." "It would be a great blessing, Cody, and I will give you all the aid in my power to accomplish the good work, while Surgeon Powell is a _tower of strength in himself, and will give you the. aid you ask, for you are like brothers." "When does he return, sir?" "He went off on a scout for me in your and I expect him back at any time.' "If it is Frank Powell you are speaking of, he is here," and into the room stepped a tall, splendicHooking man, wearing the uniform fatigue coat of an army surgeon, but with buckskin leggins stuck in top-boots, and a slouch hat encircled by a gold cord. It was Surgeon Frank Po,well, one who, not content with winning fame in his profession, also gained it as a scout and Indian fighter, and who is known today as the "border brother of Buffalo Bill," the "Sur geon Scout," "Wizard Medicine Man" and "Fancy Frank.'' "Sit down, Powell, for we were just speaking of you. Bill, here, requires your aid," said Captain Carrol. "Thanks,, capta,in, and let me report that in my three days scout I saw but one his scalp-for we had a duel at long range, he first shot, and there were no signs of comrades near him. ''Now, Bill, old fellow, what is it?" and the Sur geon Scout tossed the redskin's scalp on the captain's table. "I've turned detective, Frank, and need some allies, so I've a sked for you, four soldiers, six of my; nien, and Kansas, the captain's servant, and Buck. skin, Captain Taylor's Chinee." "What such a dozen can't find out, Bill, with you as chief, won't be worth knowing," remarked Powell, laughing. "I want men whom no one will suspect, .and yet who can do their work w'hen thrown a:ny position. "You will h:i-ve to go and take charge of that poor wounded driver, Silk-Ribbon Sam, and the others are to leave their posts along the Overland, and re2ort everything to you, and I'll find a way for you to com1 municate with me. "If I need my scout detectives, mounted and ready for wor1;:, I know you cart cbtne to me with them on short notice." "I'll do it, Bill, and luck be with you in solving the mystery of that stagecoach murder case, which Cap tain Carrol told me all about; but, when do you start?" "As soon as I have picked my men and let them . know just what is to be done," was the reply. At midnight Cody made his arrangements, and slipped out of camp in the uniform of a soldier. With his long hair cut to his head, and his face beardless, no one would have recognized the noted scout, for he had sacrificed beauty to duty, and had started upon a trail that was beset with the greatest dangers. CHAPTER VI. sAM's ESCAPADE. Tips, the stable boy _who was nursing the mad driver in his delirium, wa s a good nurse, and attended devotedly to his wQrk-that of caring for the wounded and very sick Silk-Ribbon Sam. As the days passed the fever began to abate, and Dr. Dunn, the landlord, physician and boss of the station, decided that the patient would recover. In his delirium he had uttered many things, w_hich Tips had nrligiously down. A leaf from the book the nurse had kept of the

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THE BUFF ALO BILt.. STORIES. 1i wandering mind finding utterance in words was strange reading, for in it occurred these apparently incoherent sentences: Trickery I yes-guilty? Crime I do not breathe it here-wait! I would cut my veins open and let out the blood if it was the same as his I A gambler I oh, ye&-vcry bad Too late! Too late! I have myself to blame. I fled and why? God knows best Who am I ? I dare not tell. What am I? A gentleman-no, I forget, a wanderer, a vagabond-no, no, I forget. I am Silk-Ribbon Sam, the Mad Driver of the Rockies. I guess I am mad-ha! all dead! the treasure gone! I saw them as they fired! Red faces 1 red forms I with red feathers-all were red, and blood is red. God I I recall no more I Ha I yes, I remember now. My horses shot down! my people dead, my treasure gone I Yes, I guess I am mad; but I can drive, I can kill, I can avenge-ha! ha! ha! Such was a page record of the driver's ravings, and with slight changes they were repeated day and night. According to Buffalo Bill's instructions, the watchers wrote all down, skipping no word, for much might hang on a word. Days passed and at length the fever left the pa tient. He seemed much better, ate well, but said nothing. "My God l I fear his reason is gone," cried the doctor, one day, as he at the man, who seemed unconscious of his presence. When spoken to, Sam promptly replied, if questioned as to how he felt, or what he wisped to eat; but if asked about the massacre he looked the questioner squarely in the face and remained silent. He improved daily, gained in strength, and finally moved about in a quiet way. One night Tips, who slept in the room with him, was not disturbed in his slumber by any sound, but in the morning he awoke with a start, for the driver was gone! Tips gave the alarm, and search was at once be gun, but it was fruitless. Sam had dressed himself, carried with him his weapons and had departed. The whole settlement turned out in the search, and yet not a trace of him could be found "The poor fellow is mad, gone clean man. Having lost his patient, Tips determined to return to Danger Station and report to Nick Sawyer that the head driver was gone. As he was ridihg along the trail he saw a horseman approaching. He drew rein, for those were hazardous times, and' it behooved all lone riders to be on guard. The horseman was splendidly mounted, sat his horse like a Comanche, and wore a semi-uniform, half-buckskin suit, while upon his broad shoulders were straps, denoting an army officer's rank. Tip s Urheassured it:nd moved on, the stranger not having stopped at all. As he drew near, the stranger said, politely: "Good-CJay, my friend! Can you tell me how far it is to the stage station?" "Seven miles by the trail, sir." ''Thank you, and perhaps you are from there?" "Jist lit out a hour ago." "Is there a wounded stage driver there by the name of Silk-Ribbon Sam?" "There until last night, but he skipped off last night." "Died?" "Nary! He jest lit out." "Pray tell me all about him, for I am an army surgeon sent to look after him. I am Surgeon Frank Powell." "Lordy I has heerd of yer, Pard Doctor, as who hain't? "You is no slouch, but a man from 'way up, and I'm as tickled to meet yer as though I'd swallowed a feather." Frank Powell said the pleasure was reciprocated, heard the story of the mad driver, and turned back with Tips for Danger Station. Arriving there Surgeon Powell presented to Nick Saw:.yer, and the news told to all that Silk-Rib bon Sam, as mad as a wolf, had eluded all watching,

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THE BUFFALO BILL S T O IU'l! S. and had gone, no one knew where, and carried with him his belt of arms. "You are sure that he was mad?" asked Powell, addressing Tips. "I g11esses he were, for not a word would he say but 'yes' an' 'no,' and ef yer axed him about ther ma s sacre, he did give yer a look .out o' hi.s eyes that made yer oncomfortable. "Old Pills said as how he was mad as a March hare, whatever that means." "And who is Pills?" asked Powell, with a smile. Tips had just explained that "Pills" was Dr. Dunn, landlord and agent, when Nick Sawyer called out: "There comes the coach, and on ti{lle for the first time since Sam quit driving. Buck Riley s improv ing." "And he's a-comin' fer all he's worth, as Sam uster come," Tips added "Lordy jist hear that horn wind! Hain't it like Sam's way?" cried one of the men, as the sound of a horn was heard ringing down the mountain pass. "There she comes !" cried several voices, and the stagecoach, drawn by six horses, rolled into view, coming along at a slapping pace. Then there broke forth from all a cry of horror, for. on the box they recognized the mad driver, Silk-Rib b o n S a m. CHAPTER VII. BROUGHT TO BAY. Buck Riley was one of the best drivers on the Overland, but he, like all the rest, excepting Silk Ribbon Sam, had spurned the piece of road beyond Danger Station. It was a bad road by day, and by 11ight it wa,s a that he would drive if it was arranged to mal
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. 1'ttE BUFFALO BILL 13 they would do, if attaclj:ed, now turned white and slunk bac;k in their seats. No one seemed to have courq,ge to look out of the wi.ndows, and, brought to bay as he was, Buck Riley was more than anxious to obey the commands given him. 1 He got down with considerable haste, after having made his brake fast and thrown the ends of the reins over the lantern. But he got down on the opposite sid e to the mad (}river. The / latter walked quickly to the c oach, sprung upon the box, took his seat, and, paying no more attention to Buck Riley, drove on. Poor Buck had taken refuge behind a bowlder and saw the coach roll off with a sinking heart. All he could do was to follow on foot. The passengers were at a loss to understand the situation. They had been halted but not robbed, and now were moving on once more, and at a pace than before. One of the brave men wh? wa s going to do so much in case of an attack, and had simply subsided, now felt his courage rise, and said, pompously: "I'll see if that was the driver's joke to attempt to scare us." He leaned far out of the window, and sternly said: "Driver, what did that mean a while--'' He dodged his head in again with a suddenness that gave him a blow which knocked his hat off. But the -coach did not stop for the hat. "What is it?" gasped several in chorus. "It's not the driver." "What?" This was in chorus. "It's not our driver," whispered the man. "Who is it?" "A road agent. We being kidnaped, I think." Every face in the coach was white with They were expecti11g another massacre, this time down in the valley. "I say, dri \ 1 er, where q.re you going?" called out one man, screwing up his to the sticking point. Silk-Ribbon Sam gave him a look, that was all. He made no reply, fl.nd the man asked no more que!itions. The whole party sat within, alarmed, in suspense and waiting to see what was going to happen, "He drives well,'' said one. "He drives recklessly, I think, another remarked. "Far more rapidly than our other driver." "Oh, yes, he sends 'em along at a peed gait, and knows how to drive 'em; but them road agents kin do anything they wants to," an old timer remarked. At last from the box came the winding of the .. hprn, notif,ying tpose at Danger Station to be ready with the relay of horses. The passengers certainly gave the strange driver credit for playing the horn well, but they looked upon it as a signal to his brother road agents that he had brought them game to pick. A few moments after the coach drew up at Danger Station and the passengers breathed freely, for they felt that after all they were safe, and that what had occurred back on the mountai had been but a joke aftt:r all. CHAPTER V.III. RESUMING THE RIBBONS. It was a most startling surprise to all at the station to see the coach dash up with the mad driver upon the box. Silk-Rigbon Sam looked pale and haggard, a,nd yet he seemed to in full possession of his faculties. Be nodded to Nick Sawyer, unbuckled reins, and threw them down, but did not leave the box, while the stable boys were putting fresh to the coach. The men looked at Nick Sawyer, and then up at Silk-Ribbon Sam, The passengers looked out of the windows, and one asked: ..

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14 \THE BUFF J\LO BILL STORIES. "Is it all rif;ht, boss, for thet hain't our driver up there?" And he pointed up at the box. "Where is Buck Riley, Sam?" asked Nie-k Sawyer, after Surgeon Powell had whispered something to him. "I left him on Red Top." "Did he kill him?" asked Sawyer, in a whisper, of one of the passengers. "No; or I -didn't see him do it; nor hear any shot." I "Who is he?" asked another of the passengers. "Silk-Ribbon Sam, and he is just out from a severe illness, and, you notice, has been wounded." "He's mad." "We fear so." "For God's sake, don't let him drive us." "I'll not." And Nick Sawyer said: I "Sam, I'm glad to see you out; but you are not well enough to drive yet, so let-one of the boys re lieve you until your return trip." "No; I drive." There was a look in the eyes that meant mischief if urged, and yet Nick Sawyer felt that he must do his duty and remove SilkRibbon Sam from the box, 'and he was about to attempt it when Surgeon Pow ell, who had been watching the driver closely, feeling that there would be serious trouble, said: "Remember, Mr. Sawyer, I yaid for a seat on the box, so will go on with Silk-Ribbon Sam, of whom I have so often heard." And, with a significant look at Nick Sawyer, he sprung upon the box by the side of the driver. "Glad to meet you, sir, as we are to go together. "I am Surgeon Powell, of the army." And he held forth his hand. Sam took it in silence; the horses were ready now and he called out: "Hanrl me the ribbons, Tips!" \ t '.'.' .iwt\Q.!1 from Surgeon Powell, Tips obeyed. 11.1i ready!" shouted Silk-Ribbon Sam, and the stage rolled away, the passengers greatly relieved by the whisper from Nick that: "It's all right; the Surgeon Scout is with yer." Away went the six horses at a rattling pace, Sam driving in his old way, and winning the admiratfon of Frank Powell, who for some time watched him in silence. Then he said: "I have heard of your wonderful driving, .my friend, and feel that you have not been too highly praised. "You must have driven from boyhood?" "I have ," was the laCOJ'!iC response. "Where did you learn to drive so well?" "At home." "You have always lived vVest ?" "No." "Ah! from the East; so am I, or rather, I was born in New York State; but have been a borderman since my boyhood. "It's a wild life we lead here, Sam." "Yes." "Do you know Buffalo Bill?" "Never met him." is our greatest frontiersman, ana you should know him." "May, some day." By the way, it was you who had the coach the day the passengers were killed on Red Top?" The face of Silk-Ribbon Sam paled and his eyes flashed. He seemed deeply moved, and Surgeon Powell was watching him closely, though not appearing to do so. "You were the man, for it was SilkRibbon Sam, I ?" "Yes, see there I" He raised his sombrero and revealea the wound, which was barely healed. "The road agents mu.st have fired on you from ambush?" Silk-Ribbon Sam mape no reply, but his face worked convulsively. Surgeon Powell saw that it was best not to speak

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. t'HE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 1)1ore' upon the subject and excite him, so he changed the subject and asked: "Do you intend to c _ontinue to drive on the line?" ''Yes." "But not over your old run?" "Yes! yes!" he said, almost fiercely. ""Why did you g,o to Red Top to resume your The mad 4river passed his hand over his head as though not wholly understanding the question, and replied, slowly : "I left my stage at Red Top-went back there to take it." Surgeon Powell pressed him no more. His knowledge of the human mind and body told him that Silk-Ribbon Sam was then at least a wreck. Physically he was all right, and mentally he would go through all duties devolving upon him as re garded the work he had been doing. Attempt to remove him and he would become a raving maniac. Let hin i alone and he would perhaps recover in -,. tune. The wound, and what he had witnessed that awful day on the mountain, had proven to be a shock suf ficient to unsea.t his mind. When the next station was reached the people there were amazed indeed to see Sam on the box. But, with the cunning of madness, he would not I dismount, fearing tpey would prevent his return, and, leaping down, Surgeon Powell explained to the keeper the situation. "I will get blamed for trusting the coach to a mad man," he said. "I will be responsible, and the passengers, you see, do not demur." . "All right, go ahead witlJ hirn," was tpe aniiwer, and San1 drove on onc_ e more, a pleased loo],< upon his face. The _next station was the one which, in his flight from the mountain, he had gone to instead of where he lived. Here was the agent in charge of that division of the road, and in driving by Danger Station Sill{-Ribbon Sam seemed to have realized the fact that he I must go on to the settlement and have it understood . whether he was to drive or not. So on to the settlement he went, and a cry went up on the arrival of the coach, as he was recognized. Here Sam left the box and entered the hotel, while Surgeon Po\vell quickly called Dr. Dunn aside, plained to him that he came from Buffalo Bill to see after the mad driver, and ended by saying: "I met Tips and turned back, and Sam drove up while thete. He went back to Red Top, where he left the stage, to resume his duties, and my advice is to let him have the coach. He is harmless now, but it would n'lake him a raving lunatic to deprive him of the coach: He attends strictly to his work, and so will continue to do, I pledge you." "You know best, Surgeon Powell, and iny own of me di cine teaches me that you are right; so I'll l'et him take the coach back to Danger Station, and his own is about finished, for I have had it fully repaired, and he can take that again and re his old runs from Danger Station westward and back." "Doctor, I'll bear it in mind. Tell the poor fellow you wish him to resume duty again, for it will cheer him up, and I'll ride back to Danger Station with him when he goes, and return on my horse, for I am to camp with you for a while, according to the wishes of Buffalo Bill." "Now isn't that good. news to me, to have you with me; but I'll go and see Sam, and the coach rolls out again to-morrow, for this is his one-day stopover trip, the next giving him two days at Danger Station," And the doctor left in search of Sam, whose face brightened up at the good news. CHAPTER IX. BUCK RILEY' SEEKS 1REVENGE. I When the st9-g-e rolled away, leaving Buck Riley on Red Top, near the graves of the murdered passen-

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THE BUFF BILL STORIES. gers, he hastened to put space between himself and the weird spot as as possible. Buck as a brave man, that is, he was a bold driver, and could take his part in any fracas. He had killed several men in personal affairs, and had the reputation of being a man whom it was dangerous to fool with, and I guess he was just that. But Buck Riley was devoured with superstition. He believed if a rabbit ran across his trail it was bad lucf. If he heard an owl hooting alongside at night, Buck was sure some one would die soon, and he was right, for, for every hoot of an owl a person dies, but would have died all the same had the owl not hooted. 'f o shudder without seeming cause Buck said was a sign that some one was walking over the spot where you were to be buried. . Then he believed firmly in ghosts and s pooks, and said that he had seen them. With all these superstitions, Buck hastened to get away from Red Top. After he did so his superstitions gave place to He detested walking. It was too much like work, he was wont to say. And yet he had fifteen long miles to walk to Danger Station. He got madder as he progressed, and he trudged on, wondering how he had been so cleverly managed by the mad driver. "I'll get even with him, novv, you bet! "The boys will have it in for me; but I'll make some of them regret laughing at Buck Riley." And so he on, having here and there to ford a stream, climb a hill or go through a muddy bit of lowlands. When at last Buck arrived in s i ght of the station he was at fever heat. He was mad dean through, and he saw the group as he advanced, footsore and weary, taking far more interest in him than he cared to have them do. "Hello, Buck, you is in?" cried one. ''What about Mad Sam gettin' ther coach from yer ?" "Did he make yer come down with a gun?" Such were the questions that greeted him, and yet he answered none, only asked: "Whar's Nick Sawyer?" "I'm here, Buck," and Sawyer came out of the cabin. "Nick, when I struck Reel Top, Silk-Ribbon Sam were thar layin' fet me. "He hed his rifle coverin' me, and told me to git down. "I got clown, and he got up and clruv off, me on ther mountain, and I tells yer squar' I are on ther warpath and mean ter hev it out with him." "Don't be angry, Buck, for poor Sam is crazy, clean gone, I fear." "Whar is he?" "Gone on to the settlement with the coach." "Why didn't Tips take her on?" "Sam kept the box while here, and Surgeon Pow ell from the fort, who was here, thought-it best to . let him go on." '.', "Waal, when he comes back, fie's got ter fight, fer I hain't no child ter be played with." "Do nothing rash, Buck, or you may regret it; but tell me just how it all occurred." Buck Riley told his story, and, seeing the ill-humor he was in, none of the boys cared to joke him about his walk from Red Top. The next day he was in no humor, and all feared trouble upon the return of the coach if Silk Ribbon Sam should come back with it. As the time drew near for the coming of the coach, Tips started off down the trail to meet it, determined to put Sam on his guard. But he came to a sudden halt, as he heard him a rapid step, and the words: "Hold o::i., thar, Tips, for ef yer goes ter play any dirt on me, I'll put a bullet clean tl!rough yer. Come back to ther cabin, or I shoots." "I'm not afraid of you, Buck Riley but you has the drop on me and so I obeys," and Tips returned,

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 17 wl1ile all others became more interested in what they were sure would soon happen. Nick Sawyer could do no more than warn Buck, and said: "I've advised you for your good, Buck, and if you pick a quarrel with a man whose reason has left him you'll regret it." "I'll take ther chances o' regrettin'," was the re sponse, and just then the sound of the stage horn came floating up from the valley. "That's Sam, for no other can blow a horn like him," said -Nick Sawyer, and he watched for the stage to come in sight. Soon it appeared, and the mad driver wcls on the box, and by hi s side sat Surgeon Frank Powell. There was a silence upon all at the station, and every eye was upon Buck Riley. He sat on a bench pale, silent and with glaring eyes. When he had been confronted on Red Top by the n:ad
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' .. ' "...-.-.....------.....,..-....----, 1& THE BUfff\lO BILL STORIES. and they had just seen him show what he could do must suspect that the new man comes for aught else when brought to bay. than to work." He disappeared in his cabin, while the body of Buck Riley was removed by the boys, and Surgeon Powell and Nick Sawyer walked apart for a talk together. "I see." "Now, I will write a note, if you will give me pen1 ink and paper." These were provided, and when Surgeon Powell "That was quickly done, Sawyer,'' said Powell, as .came out of the cabin he found the time was up. the two walked apart. He went up and spoke to several of the passengers, "Yes, it was a second's work, and Buck Riley got told them that all would go well for the rest of the his deserts, for he meant to kill Sam against all I trip, and not to feel any anxiety. could say, and I shall so report it, for the rules of Then Silk-Ribbon Sam appeared, coming from his the company .are very severe against its people fightcabin. ing." "I am witness to the fact that Sam acted only to save his life; but how cool he was about it." "Yes, indeed, surgeon; but what do you think of him?" "He's a most remarkable tnan." 'Clean gone in the head?" "No, not as bad as that; but the wound and the shock have deranged him, and upon that subject he is silent, "He has nothing to say about it and gets excited if I refer to it, so it is best to let him go on in his own way." "But can he be trusted?" "\tVholly, my word on it for that." "Then I'm to let him go on?" "Certainly, for that has already been decided. "He keeps his coach, and humor him in his queer ways, and warn the boys to say nothing to fret him, or to refer to the murder on Red Top." "I sh

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 19 wished to ride on the box, but there was something in the look of the mad driver that deterred them from asking, and they contented themselves with remaining inside and enjoying the grand scenery from that point of observation. The road over which the coach sped along was, as has been said, a dangerous one, and at places the passengers fairly held their breath with awe and dread. But the six horses moved along unswervingly, the wheels of the coach were guided unerringly by the master hand on the ribbons. The next station was reached, and in five minutes fresh horses were attached, the axles were greased, and the coach rolled on once more, Silk-Ri bbon Sam spe9J
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20 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORlt::S. almost boyish-looking, and wore the .garb of the East. His paled as he heard his name called, and he thrust his hand into his bosom, when one of his fell ow passengers said, quickly: "Don't be a fool, for that soldier has his company to back him "He said nothing, and when the soldier called to him to get out he obeyed in silence. "I am sorry to have alarmed you, gentlemen," said the soldier, politely, and then, addressinghimself to Sam, he continued: "I thank you, sir. "You can drive on now." Silk-Ribbon Sam chirped his horses, and the coach rolled on, leaving the passenger standing in the trail and under gua,rd of the soldier who had so cleverly made l}im a prisoper. The soldier was Buffalo Bill. CHAPTER X. THE CAPTURED OUTLAW. The scout had been on a lone trail endeavoring to the Red-men who had held up the coach of Silk-Ribbon Sam. He had been unable to trail them to their lair, and he had finally lit upon the idea that perhaps some of the outlaws had conceived the idea of going as passengers on the coaches. While he was pondering this idea in his mind he received a qispatch, sent from an old scout pard of his, Wild Bill. lt read as follows: An outlaw, wanted by the h;ingman in these parts, has left for your part of the country. He travels b: the Overland line, under the name of Ned Marsden Look out for him Bill. They say }icis the heqd of a pand of road 3,gents over in your section. A grim smile spread over the scout's face as he read these lines. "I will search every coach that passes and watch every passenger who is unable to give a good and satisfactory account of himself As the coach appeared around the bend in the road a few hours later he drew his horse up, facing it, and called the driver to a halt with the result told above. When Silk-Ribbon Sam drove away from the graves on Red Top, he glanced over his shoulder saw the soldier still standi11g in the trail before him with the passenger whom he had taken from the stagecoach. the coach disappeared the passenger asked hoarsdy: "W ho are you, and why have you committed this outrage?" "You ask who I am. "Do you not know?" "I do not know, though your face does have a familiar look." "Look well at me." "I do." "Have we met before?" "I do not recall where." "Have you ever been to the fort commanded by Captain Carrol?" "No," and the man started. "I think you have forgotten--" "I am on my trip West for the first time." "Where do you hail from, Mr. Marsden?" "I am from the East." "What is your name?" "Dan Dudley." "Why did you not correct me just now when I calld you Mr. Marsden, and when I asked if one bearing such name was not in the stage?" The man bit his lips, but remained silent. "Your name on the stage books is Ned Marsden." "How do you know?" "No matter; but tell me if you recall me when I say we met last at the fort?" "What fort?" "I told you, the outpost commanded by Captain Louis Carrol?" "I do not remember you." "I am called Buffalo Bill." The man started visibly, and then his face flushed under the penetrating gaze of the scout. "The last time we met, Mr. Ned Marsden, was on the trail. You were dressed in the uniform of a cav, fl.lrytnan, well-rnotmtec\, and was on your way to the fort. We rode on together, you You remained a day at the fqrt, said that you came from Colonel Miles' post, and while there you spoke to a lady who said that s he had met you some years before in the East. "That night you departed, carrying .dispatches from Captain Carrol to Colonel Miles. Those

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THE BUFFA.LOBILL 21 patches never reached the colonel, sir, so what be :ame of them?" "You are mistaken in the man, and you are not 3uffalo Bill, for he was a ss;out, with long hair, mus aehe and imperial." "Ah! your tongue gives you away, Mr. Marsden, or how do you know that Buffalo Bill is s..uch a per ;on as you describe?" "I have seen his picture." "You are for, living on the plains all my ife, I have not had my picture taken. "You are the man I. seek, and I was sure of it, when word came to me three hours ago that one Ned Marsden had taken passage at a station for the West. .I had heard the name, and when I saw you I recog)1nized you as the courier who had brought wha: purported to be dispatches to Captain Carrol. Now, thos e dispatches were bogus, and stopped Captain Carrol from sending out a squadron, as he had in l
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22 THE BUFI" ALO BILL STORIES. The man silently obeyed, the scout walking back into the heavy timber, firmly grasping the arm of the prisoner. CHAPTER XI. SINGLEHANDElD. It was the Clay after the taking of the prisoner from the coach that Silk-Ribbon Sam came back on his return trip to Danger Station. r. He had made the run in safety, speaking only when necessary for him fo do so, and yet carrying out every duty that devolved upon Never had he driven better, and he was on time on arrivals and departures to the minute. As he reached Red Top on his return he saw the soldier, as he supposed Buffalo Bill to be, standing by the group of graves awaiting him. Near him was the prisoner whom he had taken from the coach the day before. Buffalo Bill had searched him carefully a second time and found, be sides the pin, a map. which he thought would guide him to the hiding place of the Red-men. This had been concealed in the sole of one of his boqts, and the outlaw turned pale when was drawn forth. Silk-Ribbon Sam Cl'rew up when the scout mo tioned him to do so. He had read a paper the scout carried, and he knew from whence it came. "Driver, you are to take this prisoner to the set tlement station, and deliver him into the hands of I Surgeon Powell of the army, who is now there. "Should the surgeon be away, deliver him to Pr. Dunn, the agent, with instructions to hold him until Powell comes. "Here is a letter to Surgeon Powell, and you will please give the prisoner a seat on the box with you." "All right, sir," replied Silk-Ribbon Sam, and he made room for the prisoner, whom J?uffalo Bill ordered to mount the box, and then bound there se curely, hands and feet. There were four passengers in the coach, all of them bordermen from their looks, and they gazed in silence upon what was going on. Ned Marsden, the prisoner, uttered no word, and he quietly obeyed every order giv.en him by the scout. :Taking the letter from Buffalo Bill, Silk-Ribbon Sam thrust it into his pocket and drove off without another word. The stage rolled on its way, and engrossed with the steep, dangerous desctnt of the mountain, Silk Ribbon Sam failed to notice that every now and then a head would peer out of one window or the other of the c9ach, and make a sign to the prisoner, who almost constantly glanced behind him. Suddenly a head appeared from each window, then the shoulders, next the body, and two men drew themselves up on top of the coach. Creeping toward the box, one of them raised his revolver and brought it down heavily upon the head of the driver. But a lurch of the coach and sudden movement of Silk-Ribbon Sam saved him from instant death. As it was, the blow half stunned him, and, rising, a lurch of the threw him from the box. He fell into a thicket, while with a yell of triumph the man who had sought to kill him sprung to the ; seat he had vacated and grasped the reins. The horses were moved forward at a quicker pace, while the other man on top of the coac11 cried out: "We've saved yer, pard." I He addressed the prisoner, and his compan!on who held the reins added : -... J I "Sure as shootm' we has, and got ther coach, too. I "We'll set yer free when we reaches ther valley,j for that mad driver may not be much hurt and : foller." The stage rolled on in its windling trail until, I rounding the head of a cafion, the trail formed a per' feet horseshoe, going back within a hundred yards of the spot where Silk-Ribbon Sam had been hurled : from the box. Thefe the trail led close alongside of a ledge of: rocks rising some six feet above the top of the coach. Suddenly over the ledge was thrust a revolver, a 1 sharp report followed, and another in quic\<: succes: sion, and the two wheel-horses went down ,,,-ith a1 bullet in their Then came a third shot, and the driver fell to the1 ground a dead man, and upon the top of the coach i from the ledge leaped Silk:Ribbon Sam who had taken a short cttt across country and come out on the coach trail again ahead of the coach, whi le at the1 same instant he hurled the second man to the1 ground, where he lay in a h e ap like one badly hurt. "Hand out your weapons, or I will kill you!"

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l'HE BUFF ALO Bill STORIES. 23 The words were addressed to the two men in the c-"We hain't no fools, pard, for we kin play a game b ball as well as you!" said one. J>f .The response of the driver from where he o ouched on the box by the side of the prisoner was ) send a bullet into the coach. n A yell of pain followed, and two shots came back wn within, but without damage, though the pris ner called out: s '-'Say, pards, you'll kill me." tl shot from the driver into the rought forth: f "Hold on, for we caves!" "Hand out your weapons one by one." A revolver was thrust from a window. Instantly the driver severed the bonds on one hand f the prisoner. and said, hoarsely: e "Take that weapon!" The man obeyed, unsuspecting the cunning of the nad driver. As his hand was reached dovvn a shot came from vithin, and it shatterd it, while with a yell of triumph heachwas thrust out of the coach and a hand with A shot, and the man fell across the window, the 1reapon dropping from his hand. i "Do you intend to make me kill you, too?" came he stern demand of the driver to t.he other man. "No, I surrenders!" "Then hand out your weapons, one in each hand, md held by the barrels." ) 1 The weapons came out as chrected, and were taken iy the mad driver. I "There are more!" "Only one, pard," and out came the weapon. "Now, get out and lie fiat on your face!" The man obeyed, and, taking a rope from the box :uddy; Silk-Ribbon Sam sprung do>wn and quickly JOund the prisoner. Then he went to the one he had hurled from the )OX found that he had a broken shoulder. He raised him in his arms as though he was a child nd placed him in the coach, disarming him of his elt of which he seemed in no humor to se . The dead b9dy ol the man he had shot from the ox was also put in the coach, the prisoner followed, nd was securely bound there, and then. the driver unhitched his four lea ders, dragged the dead animals out of the way, made two of the others wheelers, and, getting upon his box, drove on as quietly as though nothing had occurred. "You are a remarkable man, indeed, and if you are mad there is method in your madness," said N Marsden, Jost in admiration of the man who had so cleverly taken his coach against such odds as he h{ld had to contend with. The mad driver made no reply, but drove on in silence, mapaging his two new wheelers, which, un used to the pole, were fretting and plunging, with the skill of a master of the reins as he was. As they reached the valley the driver drew rein, and, turning to his prisoner on the box with him, said as though continuing the conversation: "And you are a brave man, and I will n.ow dress the wound your friend gave for here is a stream of water." CHAPTER XII. AT DANGER STATION. The horn blew just as merrily as the coach approached Danger Station as though within it there were not two dead forms, a man with a broken !.houlder and two prisoners. The mad driver drew up at the station, tossed the reins on the backs of his horses, and springing down to the ground said, quietly: "Mr. Sawyer, that man on the box went through as a passenger with me, you but a soldier, under orders from Miles, arrested him and sent him back to-day as a prisoner. "The men inside proved to be his friends 'aqd attempted his rescue, so that accounts for what you will find in the coach in the way of dead and disabled-Oh! Surgeon Powell, here is a letter for you from the soldier I met on Red. Top, and he told me to deliver the to you also." And Silk-Ribbon Sam turned to Surgeon Powell, who just then came out of the cabin, having arrived at Danger Station but a few moments before. As the mad driver was to go no further, that be: ing the end of his line, he turned the coach over to the driver who to take it on and walked off toward his cabin. Nick Sawyer was amazed. There were two dead men in the coach, one witn

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24 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. a brol\en shoulder, a prisoner, and on the box another bound man, one of whose hands was bound up from a wound received. The face of the mad driver had been badly scratched from his fall in the bus hes, and there was blood on his shoulder from the scalp wound 1 on his head. "Pard Doctor, there has been the devil to pay on this run," said Nick Sawyer. "Yes, and Driver Sam' s report was too modest to learn much about it," replied Powell, who had just finished reading the letter Sam had given him from Buffalo Bill. "This man will doubtless let u s know all about it while I dress his wound. "I am glad I happened to ride up here to-day," continued Surgeon Powell, as he stepped toward the prisoner, Marsden. "There' s no reason why I shouldn't tell. "The soldier who arrested me took me for a mem ber of the Red-men' s band and sent me back to y ou. rfhese men thought I was being imposed on, I sup pOS!!, and attempted my rescue with the result you see, an:d the moral is to let that mad driver alone ,'' and Ned Marsden spoke in a reckless sort of way hiding the pain from his wounq as best he could. "I recognize you, sir, as the bogus courier who gave us a call at the fort, as this letter says you are; but I suppose it is to be proven whether you are a Red Rider or not. "Let me look to your wound, pl e a s e." The driver dressed it like one who knew what he was about, but, of course had no surgical instru ments. "I only hope I will not lose my hand," and by degrees the pri soner told all that had happened, w hile Surgeon Powell dressed the wound, remarking: ''The bullet fortunately for you, passed between the first and second bones, ma.king an ugly w ound, but not a serious one. "Now to yonder poor fellow who seems to be suf fering," and he pointed to the man with the broken shoulder. This was soon set, and the stage, which had been 'detained by Nick Sawyer, went on to the settlement with the two wounded men 'and the Sur-: geon Powell returning with it to look after the suf ferers. The two 'dead men were buried at Danger Station, and Silk-Ribbon Sam walked up to the graves an on with the coldest possible, and 'i1' perf ect silence. CHAPTER XIII. Meanwhile Buffalo Bill in the wilderness was care full y study ing bi s map and s e veral other papers h had secured frpm Ned Marsd en, the outlaw he ha captured. These showed that Ned Marsden was indeed pri soner of the band of Red-men or Red Riders, a the outlaws were variousl y called They also showed that a notorious outlaw, know1 as Red Robin, was the head of the band. Buffalo Bill then studied carefully the map he secured. 1 The retreat of the Red Riders was in the of the mountains known as the Wild Range. '. To reach it one must h a ve a guide, and such was the difficulty of acce s s it that a dozen men could at a number of points th' a t could not be kept at bay several hundred. Then, too, there w as a hostile tribe who s e v illage was in the Wild Range, though at point d istant from the rende z v ous of the outlaws, and this alone would make a band of Vi g ilantes company of soldiers cautious pursuing the Red Riders into their fastne ss e s The ba nd numbered a s core of m e n, and they were as wild a J o t a s we r e t h e savages o r the w o l v es about them. They lived i n rude cabins, spent their time in carous in g, c a rd pl ay in g and idlene s s going only upon raids w hen the y needed money The chief had a se ntin e l at an advanced post c onstantly on duty, and drilled the band into discipline. Buffalo Bill knew all this, and yet he dar.ed save for hi s horse, to penetrat e into the haunts of this band o f cutthroats. Early the next morning he set out, and late that evening his knowledge of the country showed him that he was in the land of Red Robin the outlaw chief. The track was plain here, from the nature of the ground, and he pressed on rapidly not caring to spare his horse then, and wishing him to a s though hard-ridden. He was also anxious to reach the den of the Red men before nightfall.

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26 THE BUFF f\L O BILL STORIES. near them fenced-in patches, where the outlaw s had their gardens full of vegetables. were but two passes down into or from the valley or glen and the outlaws could hever be caught napping, for a sentinel was either one, and if forced to retreat they could readily escape one way or the other and by a trail that defied purimit. The cabin of the chief was really a comfortable st;ucttire, built like the old-time Southern cabin, two i-ooms On either side \Vith an open Space between, and surrounde d b y a s hed which was by courtesy called the pi a z za. Se v eral ham. mocks were swung under this shed s addles, bridles and weapons hung on the wall, and twq large dogs lay out in front of the cabin giving it a homelike 'appearance that seemed strange for that ;wild land There vJas an appearance about the little settlement of comfort, and also of discipline, a11d one drop ping in .. upon the picturesque scene would never have s uspected th a t he wa s in the camp of outlaws the cruel and desperate Red Riders of the Rocky Moun tains. At a table sat a man the chief. The fable was littered with gold, and the chief was dividing it into separate p a rts all equal save two. One of these two was for the c ommon treasury of .the band the other the chief's share, and the score or more s maller pile s were for the men. The m a n was the one who had become chief of the Reel Riders through his bold determination to win that po s ition. It was Red Robin and he 11ad the idol of his men. He was dressed in a suit of red velvet, a broad brimn1 ed sombrero of the hue hung on the back of his chair, and a crimson close-fitting mask was upon the table by his side. i;ri s hair was long, waving, falling upon his shoul ders, and hi s handsome face was beardl ss, giving him a very youthful appearance. Stylish boots came up above his knees, and were wit h gold spurs, a sa s h of gold thread woven by some fair hand encircled his waist half-concealing 1 the belt that held his arms He wore a silk shirt, snow-white, and. the collar \ V as by a scarf of red silk, in \ which was a pin representing a hand of coral hold [ ing four aces. Arond his hat was a chairt of five-dollar go pieces, and altogether Red. Robin, chief of the R Riders, was a striking remarkable-lookit personage. He glanced up as he beheld the two men of 11 band approaching with a prisoner, and as they halt before his cabin, he arose and advanced to me them, his jingling spurs and coins making pldsin) music with every step. 1 "Well, men, who have you there?" he said, in 1 rich, decided voice. "We'll let him do his own talkin', cap'n, for Sloa give him to us ter fetch ter you," said one of the me "Well, sir, how is ita man in your uniform find himself in the camp of the Red Riders?" sternl asked Red Robin, gazing with admiration upon thi superb form and handsome face of the pretendeG deserter. :Cike Centaur did Bttffalo Bill sit his horse, an he certainly presented a fine appearance, in spite his travel-stained uniform. "I was so unfortunate, sir, as to shoot a comrad over a game of c-ards, and, believingI had .d hi I deserted, was captured and sentehced to death. "i my and, after hiding in the tains for some days sought your camp, to see if might cast my lot with yours." The words were spoken sadly, but with frankness and Red Robin said: "What is your name, sir?" I "Dave Dawson, late sergeant of the Third Ca alry." "Ah, yes; I saw the name posted on the Over lan Trail, with an offer of a thousand dollars reward fo your body, dead or alive, from the commandant o the fort." "Yes, sir Captain Carrol." "Well, I see how a thousand dollars can be .made but we are not S D badly off fpr money, busi ness'bein good with us just now, so I will not deliver you up. "Thank you, sir." "Now tell me how you found yot.tr way here?" "I had heard the Red Riders had a retreat i h the Wild Range, so made my way struck a fr es1 trail yesterday, and followed \ it until your sentin fired on me." "And missed you?" "Yes, sir; by an inch."

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THE BUFF J\LO BILL STORIES. 27 "TI1at man must practice more; but I am glad, for our sake, he missed you. "Now tell me, what do you wish to do?" "Join your band, for I am a hunted man, the 1 hadow of death hanging upon me." l e "Well, I want good men, and if you are not one, ( your looks belie you. "I will tell you that to become a Red-man you have to take an oath that appalls most men, and I have never known it to be broken since I originated it, and woe be unto the man who does. "I lost my lieutenant to-day by death, he having been thrown by his horse, and if you are the man I take you for, you can soon step into his shoes. "Now go and take his cabin, and rig yourself out in our carmine uniform. "Your horse is a good one, but will not do for work, as we ride only blood bays. "To-morrow at sunrise one will come to a dmin ister the oath to you, so be prepared. "Now tell me what news from the fort you can give me." "ijone, sir; for you know I was in the guardhouse, a11 ;since my escape was hiding in the woods." "Ah, yes; now go to your quarters with these men, who will look after your comfort." The pretended deserter rode away with his two guards for the small cabin. As he departed Red Robin resumed the counting of his gold. CHAPTER XIV. CONCLUSION. When Buffalo Bill was taken to the cabin he congratulated himself upon his success He felt sure that not a suspicion had entered the mind of the chief of the Red Riders that all was not right, and he was sure that he could do m11ch while in the camp of the outlaws to bring them to justice. He had trailed the chief to his lair, and he had caught him counting his stolen gold. He had found the outlaws retreat was not im pregnable, and he guessed at their number. He had no intention of taking the oath. It was his plan to escape, if possible. He had no idea of waiting in the cabin until sun rise the next morning. He knew that the door was watched, but he knew that the darkness of night would help him, and, besides, he knew the trail well that led to the home of the Red Riders. That night he had made an opening in the ceiling of his cabin, and was soon on the roof. Without a sound he slipped to the ground at the rear, dropped on his hands and knees, and disap peared into the bushes. He did not dare to look for his horse, for fear of arousing the attention of some outlaws, and so he had a .long journey to make on foot. He had no food with him, but he wa.1 a man of il\)n, and did not fear the ordeal that was before him. At length he had crawled out of range of the sen tinels of the Red Riders, and two days later was bacK at the frontier settlement, where he had left Surgeon Powell, Captain Carrol and his troopers and Sill( Ribbon Sam. To his joy he learned that the mad <1rlver lia
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7 '! Spinning along at a swift pace. That's what this contest is doing. It's getting up speed every.._ m1nute, and it's going to be a hot finish, and no mistake, at the post. Look on pag-e 3 J for full particulars. In a Burning (By A. Ben11ett, Virginia.) It was in the month of January, on Wednesday. I was asleep in my room upstairs when I was awakened by something I qon't wbat, I wanted some water. I cdtild not get my breath: it looked like some thing was Strangling me to death. I rushed out of my bed and as I did so I saw a blue blaze flash up through a crack in the top step of the stairs. I jumped, arid I went clear down the steps and struck my head against Something and it knocked me senseless. I did not khow anything until some one caught hold of me. The house bad caught fire in the closet under the steps and as they pulled me tip, the steps fell in and the fire came all over the house. They took me out, and as we got to the door my grandfather ptlsbed the window sash out upstairs, and it fell, and a piece of ,the glass hit me on the bead and cut me. They said they gave me up as dead for tbre days. The scar is oil my head now. If that was not a narrow escape I would not like to have one. Shipwrecked. (By W. Hearthway, Md.) One morning my pard and I went out rowing very early and were enjoying ourselves very mu c h, when 011 a sudde\) we heard a noise, and looking around we saw two tramps giving chase to us. We waited for them to come close, suspecting no danger. They were drunk and demanded us to give up our boat. We started to driving our boat faster and faster until we got neatly t>ut of sight of them, when of a sud den we ran into a blown-down tree and were capsized, but managed to reach the shore in some fashion. We roamed about in the woods, foll'ving the river back for some hours; and then we became hungry. We bad one hook from out 0 my pocket. We did not \ have my line or r6d, so we concluded to tear up one o our handkerchiefs and make a line. We cut a rod; l:hen we had nothing to sink it with, so we had to get a shell and tie it on to it and soon ha some roasted fish. After we ate them we started again. At last we came up to a carriage and home. h. On a Fishing Trip. (By George Duren, qa.) Not long ago my chum and I went fishing and it started to rain. We were walking along the river bank when I saw a log, and I said: "Joe, let's go across." "All right; but you better look out. You will fall in, this is mighty slippery." Then I heard him halloa, and I looked up. He baci fallen in the river. I lat;ighed at him and when be gotout he said : ''Look there at that stlake." It made me juml' and I fell into the river. I got out and we made a fire, but I didn't laugh at him any more. Why 1 to Swim. ( By Walter Davis, Iowa.) I thought I would write up another anecdote. This is the experience I recently passed through: I was down the street when I met my chum and he said: "Let's go fishing." I said: ''All right; wait here until I go and get my fishing tackle." When I g
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t'HE BUFF ALO BILL. S10RIES. 29 couldn't swim, so I thought the time had come for me to pass in my chips. I was just going down the last time when sorne one grabbsid me and I didn't know any more. When l came to, the doctor was bending over 1 me. The first words 1 said were: "Where am I at?" '!'hey told me that my chum bad yelled fot help, -ant1 a man had come and got tl1e 6ut. You bet I didn't'go back there until I learned how to swim. What HapJ'ened in a T otnado. (By Archie Berry, Ill.) The incident I ain about to relate happened when I was about five years old, and it is one which I will re member to the end of my life. It was in a little Pennsylvania town where it happened. It was at the time the oil boom was on in that State. There was an oli derrick erected about ten feet the other side of the house in.which we lived. There bad been a few small wind storms for a few days preceding this memorable day in my life, and the stream in back of our house had beco m e a raging torrent. Many of the people had fled to the h i lls, fearing a flood. Only my mother and I were at home, when she happened to look out the window toward the oil derrick, and she saw something which almost made her faint. It was a funnel-shaped cloud and the house was right in 't-irpath. that the lights on the top floor were lit e knew that the h o use would get on fire when the derrick or part of another house struck it. She picked me up and losing not a minute, she ran upstair's and turned the gas off just as the derrick crushed the front of the house and tore its way through to the basement. We were not hurt in the least. and only suffered from the excit:
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/ -30 THE BUFF f\LO BILL STORIES. had a friend that went up in the country, .and be came back and wanted to go sailing in m y canoe. He said Maspog wa s a good place so we took the can o e and started. The pond wa s a big one, aud it was rough whe11 the wind blew, a nd many boys had beeu drowned in it, so my friend was afraid to go across. I said that if he dicln 't go across I wouldn't go at all. so be saici :be woulin't be afraid, so we put the canoe in the water and started off, and a lot of men said we would be lucky if we got very far. We went across and sailed toward the ice-house, and it was very rough. We :ot near the ice-house and we were rocking, and my friend got afraid. Suddenly we tipped over. We could swim a little, and we swam to the ice-house. The canoe didn't sink. We went and got a boat, but my friend wouldn't help me row to my canoe because be was so scared. A Fight With An Alligator. (By E. A. Richards, Fla.) About twenty years ago I was returni11g from a camp hunt on the sand hills in Orange County. We hunted three days, killed seven large deer. My companion drove t:be ox cart carrying the game and campin g out, while I followed a deer trail that led down along by a small creek. In the course of a mile, I came to an almost impenetrable liat! of bamboo briar vines, which I could only penetrate by crawling on my bands and knees. When I eweried it was in a small, grassy clatie about fifty f e et across in either direc t ion On one s i de was the creek, while I was almost entirely surrounded by the thicket of bamboo briar vines. A s I ros e to my feet I s a w a large alligator slide into a hole full of water about six feet wide, and two feet deep. At that time his hide was worth one 4ollar, so I decided to capture him. I took a small pole which I cut and prodded him in the bead. When he threw his bead out of the water and snapped bis jaws at the pole. I took a quick sight and fired but the ball from m y old-fashioned muzzle-load e r only grazed the right side of bis head, putting out his right e y e. The next moment be rushed out of the water and charged rou:bly at me, his sound eye fairly glittering with ra:e. He made several rushes, which I only a v oided b y jumping away on the b lind si d e of him. In the meantime I was trying to reload. I had succeeded in pouring in the powqer and had the rifle between ruy knees in the act of driving home the ball when the alligator turned around so as to catch sight of me. This time be was only about fifteen feet away, but his rush wa s so quick that I bad to drop my rifle to save my legs. Until then I hae not thought of my heavy bdwie -knife which I always carried in m y belt while hunting, and drawing it from its sheath I sprang off on h i s blind side at bis uext rush, and quickly turning around I jumped with my right foot on the alligator's no s e and with my left band resting on bi s ugly, s cal y back t o steady my self. I drove the point of my b o wie at bis eye, a nd by great good luck tbe knife blade slid to the brain. How it happe ned I ca n hardly explain, but the next moment I turned a somersault about eight feet in the air and landed with a thump on the ground alongside of l\fr. 'Gater. The next instant I w as up and running, as I had lost bold of my knife. My heart was apparently in my throat with fright, as I glanced over DJY shoulder, I saw the 'gater lying very still. I approa ched him cautiously, and after finding him to be past fighting I commenced to bunt for my knife, and after a fifteen minutes' search I found it standing on its point in a bunch of broom hedge grass twelve feet away from the alligator. His bide when taken off measured ten feet three inches long. I have killed hundreds of them for their hides, but that was the worst fight I ever had with one of them. The Masked Man of the Night-A Thrilling Episode. ( By George G. Golden, N V.) A passenger train was whirling around a lofty point in the Rocky Mountains-. It was night, and dark. To the passengers it. was naught but blank space. On one side of the train towered a great wall of a mountain perpendicular and hundreds of feet high. The other side looked over a precipice into a deep, yawning canyon Beautiful scenery can be observed in the daytime in thasc highlands, among which, a train of cars seem but a toy. Of a sudden the train gave a backward lurch, throwing the dumfounded passengers forward .it;!_ their and began to slow up. In the engine cab, the engineer and fiteman w being held up by one masked man "Stop!" he commanded, sternly "Go no furth,er if you value your lives! I am the 'Masked Man of the Night.'" That name bad made m a ny a man tremble through all the great Ro c kies, and it did these two, who had nothing to do but to obey. Giving them a warning not to try any tricks while be was gone, the Masked Man climbed over the tender into the where be collected a few light valuab le s and passed on into the first coach Standing in the exit be" leveled bis revolver at the scared men and frightened women who were trying to bide themselves and their valuables. "Hands up, all!" said he. "The 'Masked Man of the Night' commands you!" The frightene d pass engers' bands flew up before the menace of that pistol and that dreaded name. But one of t hose bands was steady and held a pisto l, backed b y a well-dressed cool and determined young man. 'Hands up yourself Jack James!" was the response Staggered for a moment, the masked man exclaimed, hoa r sely : ' Sam Starr, detective! " Yes coolly "I knew you in spite of your mask. I have track e d y ou from New York Cit y for a diamoud robbery committed years a g o." "It's life or death between us," hissed Jack James. Crack C rack A fusillade began, and the passengers hid themse lve s under the seats. Sam Starr advanced and Jack James retreated. The

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BUFFALO BILL SfORIES. 11 .. esperado was now on the lookout for a good chance to Crack! 1 Crack! / ) Two more shots pealed out. : Suddenly the desperado drew himself upon the car roof with the agility of a cat. The young det ective followed with no less quickness. Then the demoralized passengers heard a tertific scuffling -overhead, mingled with the crashing and jingling of l glass upon their beads and in the aisle. All this time the two men in the engine cab dared nothing for fear of a bullet frotn somewhere in darkness. The people in the other parts of the. tqdn were para lyzed with the thought of a robber being aboard, and consequently remained inactive. As for the tfain hands, they were also cowed and left the job to our hero. Suddenly a wild yell rent the night ait without, and then all was still. Presently Sam Starr appeared' was met by the conductor, who asked, breathlessly: "Where is be?" ' Dead '' was the cool answer. "But--" "Down below.'., That was enough. The conductor was profuse in shelling out his thanks, and gratified that no other damage was done than the loss of a dollars, the smashing of skylights and an oil lamp. Sam Starr was duly rewarded by both the passengers and company1 _la little while train was again speeding peace. ly through the highlands, and our young detective kept with it until it reached San Francisco, from whence be returned to New York. He heard nothing more of Jack ]limes, "The Masked Man of the Night." Fun With a Striped Bass. (By Chas. Brownell, New York.) If the readers of this story have bad any experience 1li salt-water fishing they will proba.bly know that a striped bass, if any size, gives a terrible fight, and it was only last summer that I had my first experience with one. I was stopping at Glen Cove, a small village on Long Island near the Sound, and was there about a week when I was invited to go fishing with an old friend. We had hardly put our lines out when I had a terrible strike which nearly pulled me overboard. Then the fun began, under the boat and away the line fairly flew, cutting my bands until they nearly bled. At last I landed him. When be first came out of the water he looked like a shining mass of gold and silver and weighed seven and one-bali pounds. I him home. on a string so that everybody could see him, and I believe I was the proudest happiest boy in all America. 1-sevEntcompun1 FISHING TACKLE ASSORTMENTS 6IVEN AWAY AS PRIZES Look on the Back Cover of No. 52 to See What Thy Are Like IF YOU WIN ONE of these famous fishing tackle ments you will have everything you could possibly need in the way of fishing tackle. You will have such a complete assortment that you will be able to MAKE MONEY retailing hooks, lines and sinkers to your com rades who have not been fortunate to win prizes. You may become a dealer in fishing tackle 1f you win one of these prizes, for you will have a complete assortment of over NINE HUNDRED HOOKS of All Kind1, .. ONE HUNDRED LI?iES, Be1ide1 .. SINKERS and TROLLING HOOltS. HOW TO WIN A PRIZE. This new Prize Anecdote Contest is on the lines of the one which has just closed-one of the most successful con tests ever inaugurated. Every boy in the country has had some 1'HRILLINC AOVENTURl::S. You have had one yourself-perhaps you were held UJ? by robbers, or were nearly run over by a train; perhaps 1t was a close shave in a burning building, in scaling a precipice, in or swimming; whatever it was, WRITE IT UP. Do it !ess than 500 words, and mail it to us with the accompany mg coupon. All entries must be in before September 1. The contest closes on that date. I __ .._ __ 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 Becon:le a Contestant for These Prizes cut out the Anec dote Contest Coupon printed herewith, fill It out properly, allld send It to BUFF'ALO BILL WEEKLY care of Street & William Street, New York Citr, together with your anecdote. No anecdote will be tha does not have this coupon accompanying it, COUPON. BUFFALO BILL WEEKLY ANECDOTE CONTEST, No. 4. Name ................................................................ Street and Number . ............................. City or Town .. _. llitate ................................................................. tle of Anecdote ... : . ................... ..... ...... ..-

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V BlJFFl\LO BILL STORIES I, _Containing the Only Stories Authorizetl by Hon. WILLIAM_ F. CODY C 'Buffalo Bill") 35-Buffalo Bill's Mission; or, The Haunt of the Lone Medicine Man. 36-Buffalo Bill and the \l/oman in Black; or, In League with the Toll-Taker. 37-Buffalo Bill and the Haunted Ranch; or, The Disappearance of t I j Ranchman's Daughter. 38-Buffalo Bill and the Danite Kidnapers; or, The Green River Massacre. 39-Buffalo Bill's Duel; or, Among the Mexican Miners. 40-Buffalo Bill and the Prairie Wolves; or, Hunting the Bandits of Boneyar Gulch. 41-Buffalo Bill at Painted Rock; or, After the Human Buzzards-. 42-Buffalo Bill and the Boy Trailer; or, After Kidnappers in Kansas. 43-Buffalo Bill In Zigzag Canyon; or, Fighting Red Hugh's Band. 44-Buffalo Bill'5 Red Allies; 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 Chief's Secret1 47-Buffalo Bill's Deadliest Deal; or, The Doomed Desperadoes of ::.t, \ Mine. 48-Buffalo Bill'5 Secret; or, The Trail of a Traitor. 49-Buffalo Bill's Phantom Hunt; or, The G!Jld Guide of Colorado Canvon 50-Buffalo Bill's Brother in Buckskin; or, The Redskin Lariat Rangers. i 51-Buffalo Bill's Trail of the Man Tigers; or, The Doom of the Branded ttaJ 52_:.Buffalo Bill's Boy Pard; or, Training the Buckskin Bov. 53-Buffalo Bilf's Vow of Vengeance; or, The Scout's Boy Ally. 54-Buffalo Bill and the Mad Hermit; or, finding a lost Traif. 55-Buffalo Bill's Bonanza; or, The Clan of the Silver Circle. 56-Buffalo Mascot; or The Mystery of Death Valley. 57-Buffalo Bill and the Surgeon Scout; or, The Brave Dumb Messenger. 58-Buffalo Bill's Mvsteri6us Trail; or, Tracking a Hidden Foe. I 59-Buffalo Bill and the Masked Hussar; or, Fighting the P rairie Pirates. 60-Buffalo Bill's Blind; or, Running the Deat h Gauntlet. I 61-Buffalo Bill and the M asked Driver; or. The fatal Run Through De Canyon. Ba.ck numbers always on hand. If you cannot srd them from your newsdealer, five cents a will bring-them to you, by postpaid. STREET & SMITH, Publishers,

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