Buffalo Bill's dead-shot pard, or, The will-o'-the-wisp of the trails

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Buffalo Bill's dead-shot pard, or, The will-o'-the-wisp of the trails

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issued Weekly. No. 64. Price, Five Cents. BETWEEN THE EYES OF THE LEADER OF THE DESPERADOES, JUST AS THEY RUSHED UPON THEIR PRISONER, BUFFALO BILL.

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tf n ffi 0 [b[S A WEEK.LY PUBLICATION DEVOTED TO BORDER HI 5TORY Issw Weellly. By Suoscnptian $z..;o per year. Entered as Second Class Matter at tlie N. Y. Post Office oy STREET &: SMITH, :138 William St. N. Y. Entered according to Act of Conpess in tlte year Iqoz, in tile Office of the Librarian of Congress, Was!tina-fon, D. C. 64. NEW YORK, August .2, 1902. Price Five Cents. BUFFALO BILL'S DEAD=SHOT PARD; OR, lrhe Will=o'=the= Wisp of the Trails .By the author of "BUFF ALO BILLn CHAPTER I. BUFFALO BILL IN DANGER. It was a b alm y Sabbath Day in the mining country of Colorado, and the miners had knocked off work, as was the wont w ith most of them, for rest, enjoyment a hunt, card-playing or carousing, as the humor suited them. A mile distant from one of the camps was situated a lonel y cabin upon a mountain spur, and under the shelter of a cliff. It was a pretty spot, with a spring trickling from the cliff, forming a pool of dearest water a few feet distant from the door, and with a grand view of mountain, valley and river spread out before it. There a winding path up to the cabin, down to a trail which led to the cluster of m ining-camps down the vallev. a n ilc of wood at the door ready for use, a freshlykilled deer hanging on a tree near with sev eral hungry wolves crouching in a thic!{et sniffing the meat and gazing longingly at it. Within, the log cabin was rudely furnished, with cot, table, a bench and sbme cooking utensils, and without, s e ated by the door in an easy-chair made of hickory boughs and rope, sat the miner whose' humble home the place was. It was Ca rrol Dean, known in the mines as Dead s hot Dean, from the fact that he had been attacked in the camps one night soon after hi s coming by a crowd of des peradoes, and had shot the leader dead by a bullet sen t into the very center of his forehead, and broken t h e right arms of four others, thus disarming them with five shot s, in a fight of one against five. With this adven ture he had stamped his claim to the name of D e adshot Dean and won the respect of the bet-

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ter men of the community, and the fear of the bad ele ment. A handsome man he was as he sat there smoking his after-dinner pipe and with an open letter in his hand. With a slight, but wiry form, about the medium height, well dressed for a miner, and with a face that was hon est, fearless and full of determination, he looked just what he was, a true, manly man. More or less luck had attended him since coming to the mines. He had found the claim his father had bought from a retired miner, had struck it rich one day and held high hopes of a fortune, to discover the next day that the gold streak did not hold out. Then poor luck had followed for months, with an other streak of good fortune for a few days. And so on it had gone with him, though he was slowly but surely getting ahead if fortune would only favor him. With this end he had struggled for more than three years in his hard work, hoping for luck some day to "hit him big," as they called it in the mines. The miner had just read a letter from home over and over again, and sighed that his loved ones were so far away and that perhaps years more might go by before he saw them . Suddenly the sound of angry voices came to his ears, and he saw a group of men coming down in the trail, on the way to the s1ettlement. In their midst, and there were a score of them, was a man on hor seback ; his feet and hands were securely bound while about his neck was a rope, the other end held by several men who were leading the way. One glance at the man was stJfficient to reveal to Car rol Dean that it was a man different by far from those who had him in their power, for he knew them as a wild and lawless band in the who -were rnady for any deed of violence and rapine. The horseman was a man of striking appearance in face, form and general make-up. He rode a fine horse, long-bodied clean-limbed and well equipped. T he rider was tall, and sinewy in build, with massive shoulders, and lookingjust as he was, a iriant in strength, quick in action as a panther and evidently one who possessed wonderful physical endurance. He was dressed in buckskin leggings and hunting shirt, top-boots and a sombrero which was encircled by a silver cord and looped up upon the left side with a gold buffalo head, in which were set diamond eyes. The face of the man was as handsome in feature as a woman's, his eyes dark and expressive, his mustache and . giving him a air and his long darkbrown hair fell in waving locks far below his shoulders. Now he was bound hand and foot and looking like a captive lion, worried by a pack of yelping human wolves, for they were clamoring in noisy tones for his life, and when they reached Hangman's Gulch, half a mile b.elow in the valley on the way to the settlement of the miners, that they would hang him was evident from their ac tions and speech. "Ha.! it is Buffalo Bill, the scout. The hill gang have got him and they intend to hang him-hang brave Buffalo Bill!" and the speaker seemed deeply moved. "This must not be!" he at length cried, and he darted down the path to head off the desperadoes and their prisoner. Carrol Dean had once met Buffalo Bill, when as the guide of a troop of cavalry he had camped one night by the wagon-=train in which he had made his way westward, after leaving the railroads. He had heard and often read of the scout, and had been glad to have a talk with him, fi'nding him a and pleasant companion. Now he recognized him at a glance, though several years since he had seen him, and he at once knew there was some deviltry going on-that the scout was in great peril. So down the hill he bounded, as agile as a deer, fol lowing the path which brought him into the tr_-ail just ahead of the crowd of men and their prisoner. 1 "Yes; it is as I thought; they are the cut-throats of the mines, and Buffalo Bill is at their mercy. He needs a friend now, and I'll be that to the brave scout or perish with him, was the young miner's resolve. Then, as the desperadoe"S approached, the resolute fel low called out :

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1'HE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 3 "Ho, pards, what are you doing with Buffalo B i ll a prisoner?" "It hain't Buf-ler Bill, Deadshot Dean; but he's a pris'ner, and if yer wants ter see what we is doing with him, jist come along ter Hangman's Gulch and yer'll find out," responded Powder Face Pete, the leader q_f the gang. The ruffian's face was blackened with powder specks and also disfigured by a wound from a knife, showing that he had had some very close calls from sudden and violent death. He was a gambler and a desperado, and few men in the mines cared to risk a quarrel with Powder Face Pete. "I tell you that it is Buffalo Bill, the Govemmcnt scout and guide, for I have met him and I recognize him." "Yes, I recall your face now, sir. I met you with a wagon-train bound West and we camped together one night. I remember that you showed me a picture of your wife, and how beautiful she was," said the scout. "True, sir, you have a good memory indeed; but what is the "trouble between you and these men?" "Oh, they lariated me and my horse, and got me foul before I had time to use my weapons, and they say that I am Silk Lasso Sam, the road-agent." "It is false, as I can swear." "And I kin swear thet he not Buf'ler Bill," said Powder Face Pete. "Then you would swear to a lie, though that would not surprise me in the least, Powder Face Pete, knowing your ugly record as I do," said the miner, quietly, and in spite of his peril Buffalo Bill laughed and said: "You've got him down fine, sir." 'See here, Deadshot Dean, is yer seeking trouble with me?" "I do not seek it, Powder Face Pete, and I shall not avoid it, for I do not fear any such bully as you are; but I shall not allow you to harm this man." "Yer won't, won't ye.r ?" "No." ''Waal, he s our pris'ner, and I knows he is Silk Lasso Sam, while I hev got a big bulk o' money I tuk from him, and which he has robbed a Government paymaster of." "He did take a large sum of money from me, sir, and I got it from Captain Lennox, the fort paymaster, whom I found dying by the side of the trail, for he bad been fired upon by road-agents and wounded. He gave me all he I had with him, and wrote his will, which that Wretch also has, and I was on my way to the fOft when these devils caught me. That is all there is to it, sir." "It is enough to enlist me on your side, in spite of the odds, and you have me to fight, Powder Face Pete, if you do" not release that man and his possessions at once "Waal, I won't do it, fer he's a road-agent, as I knows, and we intends ter hang him in the gulch yonder, and try him arterwards." "I say no, and I feel that your comrades will side with me," and Deadshot Dean placed himself before the crowd now, and faced them. There were some who felt that it was best not to push matters against the scout, as the recognition of him by Deadshot Dean had done away with any doubt as to his identity, if they had felt any before. But there were others who still clung by their leader. He had the money, and they could say that they thought that Buffalo Bill was Silk Lasso Sam, whom they knew to be not unlike Buffalo Bill in appearance "Doer yer mean ter say, Deadshot Dean, that yer in tends ter chip in here agiin' me?" asked the desperado in a t o ne which he meant should terrify the one who had dared to interfere with him. "It is just what I do mean to say, Powder Face Pete, for I shall resist the murderous intention of yourself ato.d your cut-throat band, if I lose my own life in the attempt. "And if I do I will at least have the satisfaction of knowing that you and others will accompany me upon , the last long trail." This was spoken with utter fearlessness, and the crowd saw that they had brought a dangerous and brave man to b:i-y. "Waal, Deadshot Dean, as yer seems ignorant of who I be, has got ter edicate yer, I guesses, and so I'll tell yer thet I has a r ecord in these mines of killin' over a dozen better men than you be, and ef yer interferes with me yer'll be writ down on my list as one who didn't know I was loaded for "Oh, I know that you are a desperado of the worst kind, and have a record as a murderer, a bully and a thief; but for all that I do interfere and tell you that you shall never raise hand against Buffalo Bill, bound

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4 ifHE BUFF l\LO BILL STORn::s .. hand and foot as he ls and at your mercy. Now, play your hana Powder Face Pete, and play for life or death," said the young miner, coolly. CHAPTER IL THE MINER KEEPS HIS WORr. By a strange act of forgetfulness the desperadoes had not disarmed Buffalo Bill. His rifle hung to his saddle-horn, his revolvers and kni f e were still in his belt. They had bound his hands securel y and his feet were tied under his horse, and with him thus secure they had I felt no dread even of him. The crowd had stood grouped together, during the words passed between their ringleader and Deaclshot Dean the miner They with their leader wholly, though there were some who felt that their prisoner was not the outlaw, Silk Lasso Sam, and the slightest th ing would have caused them to show a willingness to compromise. Such was the intention when the miner, so pluckily and alone, threw the gauntlet of defiance in the teeth of Powder Face Pete. The latter gav e a glance int o the face of the miner, and I then at Buffalo Bill. He saw that Deadsh o t meant all that he said, and more, he knew his record. Then he looked at Buffalo Bill and the latter said with a mocking laugh : "You got it pat that time, Powder Face, so what are you going to do about it?" Before replying the desperado turned for a look at his companions He saw the situation at a glance. About half were in favor of retreating from their posi tion of hanging their prisoner. The others looked undecided, with perhaps two or three who were heart and hand with Powder Face Pete. The latter was disappointed. He had hoped to be fully backed up. Were the prisoner any other than Buffalo Bill, he would have been. But he was not a man to retreat when odds were in his favor, and so he turned again to the miner, drawing his re v olver as he did so. When he faced him, however, he found coy ered by the miner's pistol. "Yer damed fools, why didn't yer tell me he was dra,vin' on me?" he queried. 1'It was done so quick, pard," answered one. "Yer axes me, Buf'ler Bill, what I intends ter do about this chipper young man's chin music?" "Yes, and I notice you call me by my name.'' The man uttered an oath at having been so cleverly1 picked up "I tells y er now what I'll d o." "Well, talk quick or act!" came m the commanding voice of the miner. "I intends ter hang you, Buf'ler Bill, and this pilgrim, too, .who has chipped in when it wasn t his p!ay." All right, Powder Face Pete l Fire away!" said the miner, coolly. "Yer has got me covered, Deadshot Dean, so I calls upon my friends ter tackle yer." "If one of them attempts to carry out your threat. against Buffalo Bill, I shaJl plant a bullet between your eyes, Powder Face Pete, and I make no idle boast," as sured the miner. The men hesitated, for they knew just how the miner had won his name as a deadshot. Pards is yer goin' ter let one man bully yer all?" cried the ringleader, savagely. "It hain t fer us ter sa y Pete ; so tell us, if you says crowd him "I says rush him, pards,'' suddenly cried Powder Face Pete, and with his words he threw his rifle to a level to fire. But quicker than was his movement came the pull upon the trigger of the miner's revolver. Just as Deadshot Dean had threatened, he sent a bullet between the eyes of the leader of the desperadoes as they rushed upon their prisoner, Buffalo Bill. The stricken Pete sprang high in the air, and fell all in a heap just as Deadshot Dean fired a second and a third time,' and in each instance broke the bone of the right arm of one of the desperadoes as they leveled their weapons to fire. Then, quick as a flash, Deadshot Dean, with his knife in his left hand, severed the rope that bound Buffalo Bill's hands, still keeping his revo1ver at a level upon the crowd of now surging and infuriated desperadoes. ./'

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BUFFALO BILL STO R IES. 5 The moment that crowd saw that Buffalo Bill had been set free by Deadshot Dean, they broke and fled for cover, leaving their leader dead upon the scene, while the I two men with their right arms shattered by the bullets of the miner's revolver followed them, writhing with pain-all the fight taken out of them. "Well, Pard Dead shot, you are a dandy in a scrimmage and no mistake. That was the prettiest work I ever witnessed-so cool and neat. Give me your hand, and let me tell you that I owe you my life, ;{rid when Buffalo Bili tells you that he is yours to command-he means every word of it, and the scout grasped the hand of Deadshot Dean and wrung it warmly. "I am most glad to have served you, Buffalo Bill; but let me set your feet free, and then you can take from the body of that man all that he robbed you of. He knew well enough that you were not Silk Lasso Sam, the out law, only in some way he had heard of your having a large lot of money w,ith you, and sought to get it. "Now, come to my c,abin up yonper on the hill, and leave these vultures skulking there to look after their dead and wounded," and the miner pointed to the crowd of desperadoes, who had halted some dista nce off and were anxiously watc hing the scout and that man with the ter rible gun-Deadshat Dean They were cowed; there was no doubting that fact. The death of their leader, a mah who had b een a terror i n the camps, and the groaning and whining of the two wounded men gave them a wholesome example of what death and suffering we re. But they viewi;d with anxious eyes Buffalo Bi ll bending over Powder Face Pete, and t aking from his b ody the things he h ad stolen from him. "I will call some of those men here, Buffalo Bill, t o see that you simply take your own," said the miner . "Yes, that is a good idea, sir, or they will accuse me of robbing him." ''Ho, men; three of you come here." In answer to the miner's call there was a stir among the desperadoes, and yet none of them obeyed. "You are in no danger. . "I wish to talk with three of you." After some delay there were three who ventured .to approach, the others watching them anxiously. See here, men, I wish you to take notice of just what Buffalo Bill intends taking from the body of leader. 1You know what he was robbed of., and he want!i only that which you took from him," said the miner "I told Pete he were making a mistake, thet I knowed Buf'ler Bill, and he were wrong," said one Buffa l o Bill turned and eyed the speaker a moment. Then he said qu i et ly: "You lie, and you know it, for you were the one who urged him on; but the quarrel is O\!er, unless the colonel sends a troop here from the fort to find the men who 'first attacked and wounded Paymaster Lennox and then am bushed and captured me, and robbed me, threatening also to hang me." The words of the scout seemed to inip_ress the men greatly. T hey began to feel that they had gone too far Then the scout : You may tell friends, too, that if this miner has any harm befall him for his act this day in protecting a Government officer that the colonel will see to it that every man in this gang who attacked me to-day-and I have you all spotted-will be hunted down as though you were wolves. "See, here are the papers taken from the paymaster, and here is the money "Now comes his watch, chain, ring, and s l eeve-button s with his pocketbook. "Yes, and here is my watch and chain and my money, too. "You see, of his own he has two packs of cards; half-a dozen finger-rings--all stolen, I'll guarantee his weap ons, and a roll of money, which I will count so that you three cannot divide it among you. "Yes', just sixty-t h ree dollars, see! "Now I have done with you." "As I am also, only ca r ry away your dead leader for burial, and you had better take your two wounded men on to the camps to the doctor there "Now, Buffalo Bill, I am ready," and the miner led the way up the steep path to his cabin, Buffalo Bill following on foot and leading his horse As they reached the cabin they look ed back, and saw the desperadoes mbv ing off on the trail with thei r dead and wounded, and going in the direction of the camps. You have a snug little home here, sir," said the scout. No place is home, :Mr. Cody, without one's loved ones/' returned the miner.

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1"HE BUFF ALO Bl LL STORIES. "Very true, sir; and it is a hard life one leads here, hunting for a fortune, away from all he loves; but I hope you are doing well?" I "I am making a little money, sir, and hope for a change for the better, for I am anxious to get back to my home in Tennessee." "Now, with me it is different, for upQn the border is my home, and my duties call me here. "You would make a great scout, sir." "You think so ?'' "Oh, yes, for fhough I have beard of Deadshot Dean, I bad no idea he was one I had met before. "I heard .of your affair that gave you your name, sir, and to-day's act will add to your fame." "Such as it is, though; I am nm ambitious to pose as a man-killer." "No, I can understand that, for ha:d you been you would have killed those other two men instead of breaK ing their arms as you did/' "Yes, I did not wish their lives upon y hands, but Powder Face Pete I was forced t6 kill, and he was one of the worst men frt the mines." "Look out for bis gang, let me urge you, for they will try to avenge him; but now that I have met you I will try to give you a call now and then, show myself and my scouts among the camps, and see if the colonel will not send a troop through occasionally, for it will have a good effect and show these lawless fellows that we are watching them." "I thank you, Mr. Cody, but I keep close to my cabin, work hard and only go to the camps'for my mail and pro visions. "But you will remain with me to-night, for I have a spare cot and plenty to eat." The scout accepted the invitation willingly, and so his horse was staked out near, a good supper prepared, and until late into the night the two friends talked together. CHAPTER III. PIONEER POST. Fort or Pioneer Post, 3$ it was generally called, was located about sixty miles from the Yellow Dust mining camps, where Carrol Dean had been so long toiling for a fortune. In the mining camps of Yellow Dust Valley, which ex tended some twenty miles along the stream, were some three thousand souls, scattered in the canons, mountains and glens contiguous to the central mining camp, which was known as Pocket City. The element of such a community was naturally vicious ; where so many reckless souls were gathered in the struggle to win fortune. Where two-thirds "".ere honest wtirkers in their claims, was disturbing element of professional money-makers in anJ way it could be obtained, with fugi tives from justice, cutthroart:s, and rowdies in general to make up the population. Here and there some gold-hunter, or perhaps store keeper had brought his family, so that occa.qiOnally a woman and a few children were seen, but seldom. A coach ran from the mines once in a week, and re turned as often, bringing the mail and what passengers cared to go or come. Beyond the gold belt of this wild community was the danger line of the Indian country, and this extended north and south for many a long mile. Over these camps and the Indian country, with the settlements of cattlemen further eastward, the command ant of Pioneer Post held jurisdiction, and the work was such as to keep him busy. There was an Overland stage trail running westward, another going to and from the settlements, and a third that had its terminus at the post all weekly lines, and these had t
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THE BUffJ\LO BILL STORIES. 7 :iders, who were part scout, part guide, part Indian fighter, and the balance cowboys, and they were in of the Government herds. In case of a large uprising among the Indians, Colonel Dunwoody could call to his aid over a thousand volun teers, of miners, cattlemen, and settlers, so that he could place a force in the field, on a couple of days' notice, of over two thousand fighters, and good ones, too. Pioneer Post was located upon a bluff overhanging a river, and heavily timbered. Around the base of the bluff ran a stockade wall, cres cent-shaped, extending from the river below, around to the river above the fort proper, and the space was held in reserve for the cattle and horses, should they be penned in by a siege of the Indians. There were fields of corn, oats, and wheat near, a vege table farm, sawmill and gristmill, so that the fort was almost self-supporting. The top of the bluff was a level plateau, many acres in size, with the bapacks of the soldiers built at equal dis tances on the crescent line of fortifications, the guns having positions between them, and the rear of the cabins being made into a fort wall with a breastwork of logs upon the roof. The officers' quarters extended along the bluff, ,ith the headqqarters the dividing line, the hospitals, store houses, sutlers' and officers' clubhouse being beyond the stables at the further end. A stockade wall ran along the bluff its whole length, to protect the garrison from shots upon the side of the river, at1d there were ports for the artillery ai:d r ifles, with a lookout tower., and. sheltered pumps to draw up water in case of a siege. Into this frontier post it would have taken an immense army of redskins to gain an entrance, or do much dam age," and all in the fort felt their security, for nearly all of the married officers, and many of the soldiers, had their families with them. That the chief of scouts, William f. Cody, was popular at Pioneer Post was evidenced by the manner i11 which .. he was received upon his arrival there the afternoon of his return from the Yellow Dust Valley mines, where, but for Carrol Dean, the Lone.Miner, he would have died at the rope's end. The sentinel saluted him, the cowboys gave him a wave of their h!its as a welcome, and several officers he passed spoke to him. Some soldiers grouped together near the stockade gate welcomed him back, and the children, as he rode. toward headquarters, cheered him, an4 uttered many a hearty; greeting. "The chief of scouts wisi1es to see you, sir/' said Colonel Dunwoody's orderly, entering the room where thf!t officer sat, with Captain Dick Caruth and Lieutenant Vassar Turpin, two of his c:>fficers. "Show him in at once, orderly," was the colonel's re ply. Then, as the entered, he said pleasantly: "Ho, Cody, you know the old saying about spe
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a THE BU ff" ALO BILL STORIES. back, and bought a horse and outfit at the st. ation for this purpose." over me, sir, while some dozen men sprang out and covered me with their revolvers "He should ha;e awaited an escorf." "They dared do this in that valley?" "There was one thing against that, sir, as he said he "It was near Pocket City, sir, and they were the wicked was fearful of being robbed if he remained, for the staelement of the mines who did it, and I thirik I recognized tion was overrun with desperadoes. the two men among them v::hom I saw when I was with Some of the m must have suspected him of having Captain Lennox, though they had changed their appear money, and sent word ahead to the road agents, for he ance to deceive me." rode into an ambush, and when he was ordered to halt, "The scoundrels!" broke through." "Of course, sir. resistance was useless-out of the ques"Brave fellow." tion, and not thinking they would dare harm or rob me, "But he was wounded three times sir and his horse I could do nothing else than surrender. received a slight wound, which, however, did not retard I was at once bound to my horse, however, robbed of his speed, for he distanced all pursuit. all I had of the ai1d my own, and. then led toward ."But the noble animal at last fell from fatigue, and, Hangman's Gulch to be hanged as Silk Lasso Sam, the after going some miles further, Paymaster Lennox sank outlaw chief, for whom they pretended to take me." down on the side of the trail unable to go further. "You were taken for that infamous scamp Silk Lasso "There I found him several hours after, and he was Sam?" cried the colonel in utter amazement. dying." "Yes, sir, and as far as looks go I believe I was com"Poor Lennox," the c o lonel said, feelingly. plimented for he is said to be a handsome devil," said "While I was with him two horsemen passed, who said Buffalo Bill, with a smile. h d I d b I f l "Yes, and a vicious devil as well, with a heart of iron t ey were mmers an sei:t 'wor y t 1em or t 1e sur-geon at the mines to come to my aid at once. and a conscience of india rubber." "I have heard him described sir, as being a man very "But he died soon after, and I took' from him the much of the sty le of Cody," said Captain Di c k Caruth, money and other things he had of value. "Here they are, sir, and, as yo u see he had a large s um who was one of the handsomes t men in the army. "Doctor Powell has seen him, sir-in fact, was robbed of money with him," .and Buffalo Bill placed the several by him, and can tell us," Lieutenant Vassar Turpin repackages upon the table. marked. "He had, indeed, and y o u > V ere fortunate to be near, \Vho takes my name in vain?" said a cheer y voice at Cody." the door, and in walked the one whose name Lieutenant "I wrote down what he ask e d me t o do sir, for t11e Turpin had just uttered. Government, and of a pri v ate n ature, and here are. the It was Dr. Frank Pmvell, th e post surgeo n. and a man' papers." wh os e name and fame is world-wide, for i n addition to "You ha v e d o ne w e ll, C o d y and y ou de s er ve the high being a skill e<'l ph ys ician a most expert surgeon and perest praise." feet soldier, he was noted as one of the hero e s of the "Thank you, C o lonel Dunwoo dy. plains a s cout and Indian fighter whose record is second "Of course I had to bury the c aptai n there, where he to that of Buffalo Bill alone. died, wrapping t h e b o dy in bi s blank e t and digging a I atll g l ad you have come Powell; s it down and hear grave with my b o wie. Cody s story ," said the colonel to the dashing, handsome "I covered the grave with h e avy stones and then as it surgeon ,. with a as gentle as a woman's and a heart was night, remained for rest until the following morning. like a lion s when aroused. "The next afternoon as I was near Yellow Dust Valle y Cody was just saying that he had been mistaken for I rode into an ambush." Silk Lasso Sam, the outlaw chief, though first let me tell "What?" y ou that he brings the sad news of poor Lennox having "My horse was lassoed, aI1d I had three lariats thrown been killed by the road agents."

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THE B U ff ALO BILL STORIES. 9 ... "Ha! L ennox killed, and by those cowardly coyotes. "They shall pay for this," and the face of the surgeon ; changed in a flash, showing what he could be when aroused by hatred or anger. B\1ffalo Bill told of the death of the paymaster, and of his captur e for Silk Lasso Sam, and Dr. Powell said, thoughtfully : "Well, you do look like the fellow, Cody. "You are about his build, anCI he wears his hair as y ou do, with mustache ahd imperial, also. "But his face is darker, his eyes are blue, a bad com bination, by the way, black hair and blue eyes, for the y do not go together, and he has a snee.r, a grin, a smile, all combined, upon his mouth like a hyena showing his teeth, while you, Bill, you know, have the san c timonious look about the mouth of an army chaplain, old in the service. "Still you might be mistaken for Silk Lasso Sam, espe cially if there was reason for s o doing." "Well, I came very near being hanged for him, and wou!d have been but for the rescue by one of the gamest men I ever crossed the trail of." "That is saying a good deal, Cody, said the colonel, with a smile. "I will tell yon what he did, sir, and you can judge. "His cabin was upon the spnr of a mountain, and he was enjoying his pipe and rest after a Sabbath-day din ner. when my captors came in s ight with me. "He recognized me, having met me several year s ago with yon, Captain Carnth, when we camped one night near a wagon -tr, ain o f emigrants aml kept th e m from be ing attacked by Jndi a ns." "Yes, I rem e mber the circumstance," s aid the c:iptain. "He at once came to my rescue baited the gang, and asked why I was a prisoner. :The leader, a gentleman by the name of Powder Face Pete, and one of the worst men in the mines, said that I was Silk Lasso Sam and had killed and robbed an paymaster, and I was to be hanged when we reached .Bangman's haU a mile beyond. The miner, who is known as Deadshot Dean--" ."I have heard of him said Surgeon Powell. "Yes; he made his record as a shot one night when at tacked by a band of ruffians. He said that I was not Silk Lasso Sam, that I was Buffalo Bill, and he would protect me; so invited Powder Face to play his hand. There was some talk, and next Deadshot Dean said that if any of the band made an to attack him he would plant a bullet between the eyes of Mister Powder Face Pete. The leader then made an effort to fire, but the miner kept his word, nailing hi!lJ squarely between the eyes, and breaking the right arms of the two men who had been most anxious to back up their chief." "W elJ, Cody, he has rendered the Government splendid service in saving you and the money poor Lennox was robbed of, and anything I can do for him I shall be most happy to do," Colonel Dunwoody. "He is not a man to accept aid, I am sure, sir, but I think he might be put under good pay as a Government detective and spy on the movements of the road agents, and this would help him, sir." "The very man I want, and in the very -place I need him, for this Silk Lasso Sam and his band must be wiped out," said the colonel, with determination. CHAPTER IV. THE MINER SPY. The story of Buffalo Bill had been listened to by all three of the officers with the deepest of interest. That the miner ( Carrol Dean had won the admiration of all by his daring and nerve was certain, and Colonel Dunwoody said, after the scout had finished his story: "vVell, C o dy, your friend deserves all the praise we c an be s tow upon him, and I will certainly be glad to reward him in an y way he will accept recomp e nse. ;,\s I said, Colonel Dunwood y I am sure that he is not o n e to be p aid for a s ervice, for he is a gentleman of reiinerr!ent and edu\;ation. "But you think his claim is not ai paying one, Cody?" "He did not s a y as much, sir, but he told me he hoped it w o uld iinprove." "And any services he might render he would accept pay for, you think?" "I am sure, sir, if given some position as I re ferred to, he would feel that he was earning his pay." Well, I am entitled under late orders, to employ a de tective on the Overland to get some clew to the robbers who have of late been rifling the mails. ''The position will pay fairly well, say a hundred do.1lars a month, and I can offer it to this miner, telling him to devote what time he can to obtaining clews tci the re treats of these robbers, their number and identity."

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10 THE BUFFALO BILL STO RI ES. ''I feel sure, sir, that he would do this, for he told me he ':"ould be glad to in any way in his power to drive off robbers that infest this part of th e country and spoke of it as a shame that Silk Lasso Sam had not been caught in spite of all the traps laid to in s nare him." Yes it is a pit y and a shame and y et I feel that we have done all in our power to entrap that outlaw chief and his band." Yes, colonel and h e is getting bolder ," Captain Dick Caruth s aid. "He is, inde e d but I hope w e will !t.)()11 b e able to rqn him to earth. But, Cody, thi s r obbery and murder o f poor Lennox was not by Silk Lasso Sam, you say?" "You misu)lderstood me, colonel, for if it was not by Silk Lasso Sam, I cannot but believe that Powder Face Pete was one of his men and so th ought Deadshot bean also." "He did hav e that idea; then?" "Yes, sir, and was confident that Pocket City was the headquarters of Silk Lasso Sam s spies ." "Then the miner will be in the very s pot to act as de tecti.ve, and when you return for the body of Captain Len!1ox ; as I wish you to do, you ca11 carry word to Dead shot Dean that he i s to serve as a Secr e t Service man for me, under the pay of one hundred dollar s per month. "He wiH have to report to me in way dis coveries he ma y make and end e a vo r ali in his p o wer to break up th .is band of frontier lawbre a ker s " Yes, sfr, I will so report to him your wis hes, and I be you will find him just th e man YC?U wi_ sh in your service." "I sincerel y hope Cody; but n o w y ou n e ed rest, especially as I wish you to start back upon the morrow with an escort to get the remains o.f-Pay master Lennox, and bring them to the fort for burial." Buffalo Bill now arose and departed, the colonel re marking after he had left : "There is one of the !: amest men I ever knew, and as modest as he is brave. "I only wish I had more like him in my command "He is all that you say he i s Colonel Dunwoody, as I have had reas o n to know a hundred time s or more, for Buffalo Bill has saved me from dea t h o n many an occa sion earnestly remarked Surgeon Frank P ? well. "And it appears to me, Powell, that th e re is a that y ou have often saved the life of Buffalo Bill, ind are just as modest about your achievements as he is," Cap tain Caruth i:emarked. "What is the use of boasting of one s own deeds, Dick when I can leave it to such good friends of qiine as o.u are to d9 it for me? Frank P o well responded with a smile. After some further conversation upon the subjec.t, Colo nel Dunwood y decided that it \'VOuld be well to send a few soldier s under Captain Caruth to Yellow pust Val. ley for the b ody o f Pay ma ster Lenn ox, and that Surgeon. Powell w a s to accompan y them, while Buffalo Bill was to act as guide to the spot where the body had been buried. Of course, the were not to visit the cabin of Dean1 a s it might arouse suspicion against the miner, bt1 t if possible, the officers were to see and a talk with him upon the new duties h e was to enter upon. This being decided J..tpon, the next morning the soldiers rode out of the fort with Buffalo Bill leadingas guide. !. CHAPTER V. SILK LASSO SAM. Am ong the gre atest worries which Colonel Dunwoody had to contend with upon the frontier was the band of road ag e nts who infested the trail s holding up coaches, traveler s o n hor s eback, wagont rains and now and then robbing a ranch or mining camp These were said to be from a d o zen to half a hundred in number, never struck their blows twice in the same spot, and were as cunning as foxes, defying capture in spite of the most vigorou s purs uit b y t e n tim e s their num sent them. They were more troublesome than the Indians, equally as much to be feared, and fro m their chief 9-own rewards had been offered upon their heads, dead or alive One r e ward was from the Government, of five thou sand for their ch i ef and one thousarid for any of the men of his barid This was duplicated bJ'. the reward offered by the 'overland Stage Company, while a third reward was offered by the settlers of lik e amoimt, and the miners of the camps equaled it. Then there was a fifth re ward in a purse of one thou sand dollars put up by Colonel Dunwoody and his officers

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l'HE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 11 at fort for the capture of the outlaw chief, dead or alive : It was not to be wondered at that -With the sum of twenty-one thousand dollars offered for his head the chief of the outlaws was grea1ly sought after, while the capture, or killing, of one of his men would bring four thousand dollars to the man captured or killed him. The band was known from their appearing first in one place and then in another as "The \Vill-o -the-Wisps," and their leader had won the name of Silk Lasso Sam from the fact l:ha1 he carried a beautifully woven lariat of real silk, which he was capable of using with astonishing skill. What his real name was no one knew, or where he had come from, though it was said, as his equipments and dress were Mexican, that he had been a Texan bandit driven into Mexico, and then had made his way north ward to the frontier to again turn to his deeds of out lawry. His me1f spoke of him as captain, calling him by no name, though to the people of the border he was Silk Lasso Sam. He had once left for the East, promising to reform and become an honest man, but he was soon back again, engaged in new deeds of crime The deeds of this outlaw were numerous and cruel, and he handled his band with the skill of a trained soldier. \Vhere his retreat was had puzzled the best scouts, and yet that he had a hiding pfa a e for the quantities of plunder he often got possession of and a herding for the horses and stock he robbed the post, settlement and mip ing camps of, th e re was no doubt whatever. But where it was located had not yet been discovered. To-day he was seen upon one stage trail, and to-mor row at the mirring camps. One day he was seen at the fort or near it, arid in the settlements, always in a different disguise and yet always leaving a proof that Silk Lasso Sam had been in the midst of his foes The man seemed to Jove to play with the most deadly danger, and would laugh at all efforts to capture him. That l?e had spies in the mining camps settlement and even at the fort was without doubt true, for he seemed to know of the movement of trains coming westward that were valuable, and of the sending eastward of gold from the mines. If a stage coach brought passengers with money or jewelry of value, that coach was almost ce rtain to be held up by Silk Lasso Sam. He always demanded implicit obedience to his orders, and if resisted in his robberies he would at once merciless. The most thrilling and terrible stories were told of the cruelties of Silk Lasso Sam, and yet few could vouch for them as being true. Surgeon Frank Powe!J had once been in the coach which had been halted by the Will-o'-the-Wisps. The surgeon was asleep at the time, and, awakening suddenly, Ciiscovered the situation. Resistance was useless, for the coach was covered by a dozen rifles. "You are Frank Powell, the surgeon-sc0ut ?" asked the outlaw leader, looking curiously at the officer. "I am, and you are Silk Lasso Sam, the outlaw?" "I am, and as I admire a man of nerve I shall not rob y ou," wa s the answer of the outlaw. Oh, I ask no favors of you, and I accept the situa tion with the others, be it what it may," answered sur geon. "As you insist, I will rob you, and having refused the favor I sought to show you, remember that the next time meet it will be your life I will take, for I never forgive a slight." "Just as you please, sir, and let me state that I will acc ept the gauntlet you throw down when next we meet, that it be yollr fife or mine." "It is a bargain," was the smiling reply of Sil k Lasso Sam, and all who knew the two men felt that it would be a duel to the death when and wherever they: met each other. CHAPTER VI. T H E A C C E P TA N C E The sun was just setting on the Tuesday following his Sabbath-day adventure with the band of desperadoes un der Powder Face Pete, when Deadshot Dean lighted his pipe and took a seat in his rustic easy-chair in front of his cabin. He had worked hard in the mine all day, and had gotten but a few dollars in precious metal. Returning to his home, he had eaten his supper, and then sat down to rest and view the grand sunset, a delight

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12 THE BUFF J\LO BILL STORll!S. he enjoyed immensely while he thought of the loved ones at home. Suddenly the sound of hoofs fell upon his ears, and he saw coming around the bend in the trail where he had seen the desperadoes approaching with Buffalo Bill no other than the scout himself. Following him were two officers in uniform, and close upon their heels came a score of soldiers, with two negro servants and several pack-hones bringing up their rear. "Ah! the scout is back soon, and I intends to hunt dowrt those ruffians who him. "It is nightfall, and there is a fine camping place there on the brook, while I can take care of the officers; so .I will hail them." So saying, Carrol Dean arose and hastened down the path toward the trail. "Ho, Scout Cody, glad to see you again. "Will not those gentlemen share with you my hospital ity for the night, while the men can fi'nd an excellent near? "I will glad to have you, gentlemen," and the miner turned to the two officers who, just then rode up. Buffalo Bill shook Carrol Dean warmly by the hand, and presented him to Captain Dick Caruth and Surgeon Frank Powell, who greeted him warmly. "Mr. Dean, our desire is to have a talk with you," said Captain Caruth. "Yes, gentlemen?" "We are aware of your splendid service so daringly rendered Buffalo Bill, and through him to the Govern ment in saving the large sum of money of which Pay master Lennox had been robbed." "A man would be a cowardly cur indeed, sir, to sit by and see a pack of wolves destroy a man and not go to his aid, no matter what the odds." "There are men who would take such chances, true, but they are not foun d every day, and Colonel Dunwoody, commanding this military district, is anxious to show his appreciation in some way of your services." "Permit tne to reguest that he do so by utterly ignoring anything that I did, Captain Caruth." "If you feel thus about it, I will say no more, sir, for I can well appreciate how a brave man, acting from a sense of duty, must feel. "But there is one thing that we are anxious to have you do for us ?" "Certainly, if in my power." "You are aware that this frontier is cursed by the pres ertce upon it of a &and of outlaws known as the Will-o' the-Wisps ?" "Yes, sir ; they attacked my home one night, a year ago." "fodeed, and robbed you?" "They only got a little lead, sir, in the place of gold." "Ah! you beat them off?" "I opened fire, sir, from the roof of my cabin, which you see has a log breastwork i11 front and on the sides, and a ladder runs up along the chimney to a trap in the roof. "I fired two shots, sir, and they ran off." "Did you do any damage?". "As you go down the trail, to-morrow, you will notice two graves under a large pine tree, sir, and therein are buried the two Will-0-the-Wisps ;" and the miner spoke. with the utmost modesty of his exploit. "You have had cause to dread the country, sir; but while you remain here it is the wish of Colonel Dun woody that you accept the position of Secret Service man for him. In other words, become the detective, the spy upon the movements of the Will-o'-the-Wisps, and en cleavor to gain some clew by which they can be cornered and captured." "I understand, sir." ... "I may remark, incidentally, sir, that the pay is one hun dred dollars per month, and I will leave with you a good horse, and arrange with you regarding your repoPts to headquarters. "I certainly hope you will not refuse, Mr. Dean." -"Permit me also to urge your acceptance of the offer," said Surgeon Powell, while Buffalo Bill remarked: "'Yes, Deadshot, you are just the man we want in this place, so do not refuse." "I shall accept," was the prompt response of the miner. CHAPTER vn. THE AGED HORSEMAN. Carrol Dean s aw the soldiers ride away from his cabin with mingled feelings in his breast. "I have another chance to make money now, and at odd times from my mining work, and though the peril is great, I am glad that I accepted the position, for it will get me

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) t'HE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 13" home that much soo11er, and if my mine should fail, en able me to lay 1up a few more hundreds he said as he s a t musing in front of his eabin. "Now, \Vhat is the best way to go about this detective work? "I have half a mind to confide in Bonnie Belle, for she a lways has seemed friendly to me; but then, one does not know whom he can tmst out here, and the suspicion will come upo n me that she is secretly leagued with the Will o -1he-W i sps." Bonnie Belle was a woman who owned the hotel and gambling den at P ocket City. She was a young, pretty, well-educated woman, and admired and respected by all the miners, desperadoes and rough charActers in the town, who stood greatly in awe of her. "No, I will not trust her until I am certain she will not prove a traitress, for in spite ot her ve l vety ways she m a y be a tigress," he added. "Now to change my mode of living som ewhat, and m ingle with those wild spirits at Pocket City. I will have to gamble, too, I suppose, and drink, but a professional gamb ler and a drunkard I never can bec?me." musing for a while longer Dean took his w a y toward his claim. It was beyond the spur, up in a canon through which flowed a small stream. He had "worked" the cafion up to the end at the cliffs, himting in the stream among the rocks and at the of trees for the precious metal, at last had found streaks i n the cliffs into whi .ch_ he had dug with more or less suc c ess. He entered the cavity, and began work, carefully sift ing the l oose earth as he dug it, and when he stopped for his dinher had gathered the largest quantity of golden grains which he had found in many a long day. "Buffalo Bill has brought me luck," he said, cheerily; and keeping on with his work, he only left off when the shadows began to deepen. "Fully twenty dollars to-day," he said, weighing the ti ny grains i n his hand, as he started homeward. As he turned into the trail h e came upon a horseman. He was a man with lo\ig iron-gray hai r and beard; wore i ron-framed spectacles, and was dressed rather sh abbily, while his horse and outfit were of little value. "Ho, pard, I'm glad ter meet ye0er I wants ter know if this be ther trail ter Pocket City?-" called out the old man "Yes, sir, it is the trail, and Pocket City lies only little over a mile and a half beyond." "Th ankee; but does yer know a man there by ther name o' Peter Swain, for he is my son, and I'm a -hunting his camp, as luck hev gone hard with me of late?" "No, sir, I do not know such a man; but will you not halt for the night with me?" "Thankee, no, for I must git on and fi"nd Peter. "It's strange yer don't know him, for he gits acquainted easy, and though some thinks he is a bad lot, he's been a good boy ter me, and h e's all I has got in ther world no\.V ter l ove." "Peter Swain, you say his name is?" said Carrol Dean, thoughtfully. "Yas, pard, and yer'd know him if once yer seen him, fer his face looks like a turkey egg with ther powder burn in it, and they does call him Powder Face Pete, I l 'an1." "Powder Face Pete!" ) The miner started as he uttered the words, and his face changed color. The old man was going to seek his son, one whom he would never find, one who was in his grave, placed there by his hand. 'He's been a good boy to me, and he's all I h as got now in the world to love," mused Carrol Dean, repeating the old man's words. How could he tell him that his boy was dead, slain by himself? No, he could not do so, and so he said not h ing abo u t knowing him, and the old man rode on his way toward Pocket City. This meeting affected the miner greatly, and. as he as cended the hill to his cabin he halted by the1g r aves of two men whom he had kill .eel when they attacked his cabin. "Oh! the curse of killing one's own kind, in self defense," he said, bitterly, as he w
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14 l'HE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. "I will ask Bonnie Belle to give him food and lodging at my expense, and some inoney, too. "Poor old man, how I feel for him!" Closing up his cabin, he shouldered rifle, with which to kill any game that might cross his path on the way to Pocket City, and set out back along the spur, taking a way that was nearet, and which he knew would bring him out into the trail in Hangman's Gulch. His path led him to a cliff overhanging Hangman' s Gulch, and it was a steep climb down this of some sixty feet. But Carrol Dean halted upon the cliff suddenly, his eyes having become riveted upon something he beheld in the cafion below. That was the old man who had left him a short w bile before, and yet he was not alone. The one with him was Bonnie Belle, the fair landlady of the Frying Pan, and the two had dismounted from their horses, and were talking earnestly together. The miner would not have ordinarily seen anything ,, strange in the meeting of Bonnie Belle and the aged horseman in Hangman's Gulch. But in this instance he did, for there was hardly a man to be found in the mines who would pass through that place alone. The trail to Pocket City led around it, around the base of the mountain, not through the canyon, which was a longer distance to the camp s It seemed hardly probable that an old man would turn from the well-marked trail into the can o n wh e re there was no trace of tracks, without object in view Yet this old man had done so. And then, too, there was a young woman alone going through a place where men seldom went, and only then in crowds to hang some unfortunate who was deemed g9ilty of breaking border laws. The place was alive with cruel memories, for there had been half-a-hundred men put to death there. There were graves by the score to mark the place, and they were scattered about in places according to the humor of those who laid the bodies of the dead away. ., There was a scaffold erected there, hewn of heavy logs, with the platform on hinges beneath, while nailed to the beams were remnants of each lariat, rope, or chain which had served as the means of execution. And on another part was cut the name of each individual hanged there-that is, the name the victim had been known by when hanged. How many of tho s e had really been victims, innocent of what accused, was not stated; but where lynch law tries for a crime the innocent seldom are punished or the guilty escape, as is so frequently ,....the case with the justice of civilization. A damp, dark, weird place was this same Hapgman's Gulch with its ghastly and ghostly memories, a strange trysting place for a young lady. to go to meet any one. Carrol Dean had no dread of the place. There was not an atom of superstition in his composi tion, and he often took the short cut that way, whether by day Qr night, in g-0ing to Pocket City. In fact, his was the nearest cabin to the weird spat within the limit of half a mile, where other miners would not pitch their houses within the circle of a mile of it, or search for claims there as though by common consent. The miner stood like one spellbound, looking at the two in the valley for fully a minute before the idea struck him that he, too, might be discovered by them. Then he drew back out of sight, and hunting another position, crept up to where the edge of the cliff was fringed with bushes. Through them he peered, and was nearer the two in the gulch than before. But though he could hear the voices, he was too far dis tant to overhear what was being said. Bonnie Belle looked very handsome in her buckskin riding habit, gauntlet gloves, and slouch hat and plume. Her horse stood near, patiently awaiting her, and the saddle was ornamented with silver until it shone gorgeously. She had a lasso hanging at the horn, and a rifle hung from the cantel, and she knew well how to use both, having proven herself to be a very apt scholar in mastering border accomplishments. She was switching a bush somewhat viciously as the old man was talking. He had hitched his horse near, and stood before her, but no longer in the half-bent attitude he had shown in the saddle when talking to Carrol Dean. Now he stood upright movements were quick and decided, for he paced to fro near the woman. "That is no old man," muttered the miner, as he eyed him from head to foot.

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THE BUFFAL O 131LL ST O RIES. -' "And he is no stranger here. "Yes, his story to me was false, I am sure, now that I see him here and with Bonnie Belle. "What can those two have in common, I wonder?" It was growing d4rk now, and the two turned towa rd the_ir horses, the man mounting and riding toward a rock and pfaciJ1g his hand in a crevice of it, while the woman nodded her head, as though understanding his action. TheI:\ she leaped lightly into the saddle, and rode rapidly up the canon. The man turned down the canon, riding within a short distance of the miner. Carrol Dean watched him until he neared the opening into the trail, and saw that he again resumed his bent po sition in the saddle, his whole attitude changing. The miner then went upon his way, down the steep path from the i;:liff, into Hangman's Gulch, and thence on the way which Bonnie Belle had gone._ He soon came out upon the trail, and jmt after the aged horsemati had gone along, for, hearing the sound of hoofs, he had hung back out of sight. "Now to go on to Pocket City, and see if I can get at the bottom of that mysterious meeting," he muttered as he turned into the trail to the valley camps. CHAPTER VIII. THE SPY AT WORK. Nighttime was when Pocket City was in all its glory, if the scenes enacted under cover of the darkness could be so classed. The miners were then ready for rest, carousing, gam bling, or spinning yarns, their eyer ready revolvers to settle any disputes. As has been said, the Frying Pan was an orderly \ house, and Bonnie Belle so kept it. No saloon being there, it was thus not the scene of 1 revels, and a good bed and excellent, well-cooked food could always be obtained. As hostess of the Frying Pan, Bonn1e Belle was always . gentle but firm in her management, and one saw in her almost a different person from the Bonnie Belle of Devil's Den, her gambling and drinking saloon. She was wont to appear there each night ten o 'clock, remain until midnight, and she always went there d ressed in velvet and wearing jewels, while her face, it seemed, became somewhat hardened in its exprssion from the contact, and thus she ruled them with a rod of iron. The bartenders, faro dealer and soon the frequenters of the p l ace seemed to stand in awe of her when she visited Devil's Den. No mattl':r how wild the orgi)', how boisterous the: men, when she came into the room there followed a hsh, and all seemed subdued. She had checked a dozen rows by simply <;;ommanding a cessation of hostilities, and if appealed to, as she was almost imi ariably, to settle a dispute, she decided with impartial justice, and her decision was final. On this account she was often called "Justice" by the miner-s. Devil's Den stood against an overhanging cliff, and a hi 'gh stockade wall rart rom the rear of it around the spur to the Frying Pan, which gave Bonnie Belle an op portunity to travel the three hundred yards between the hotel and the gambling saloon under cover. The back of the hotel was also against the overhanging ridge, and the wing in Bonnie Belle had her quar ters was cut off by a stockade fence, forming a yard where i11ni.1merable wild flowers and trees had been pla nted.' There was a spring there,' a rustic arbor, too, all to make tjle quarters and their surroundings as pleasant as possible. Devil's Den was a very spacious building, built of logs and tough boards, and with a bar across the rear end, a faro table upon either side, a couple of other chance games and then a score of small tables for from two to half-a dozen players. Bonnie Belle was not as grasping as a landlord might have been, and she therefore sold no bad liquor nor cab bage leaf cigars, but furnished a fair equivalent for the money : She aided the needy, was a good nurse to any one who was ill, and sent from Frying Pan any delicacy that she could prepare to tempt their appetites. When Miner "carrol Dean arrived at the hotel he de cided to take supper there, and seeing Bonnie Bell, asked if it were too late to get a meal. "It is never too late, Mr. Dean, to get anything to eat in my house," was the smiling answer, and supper was ordered. Carrol Dean was anxious to have a talk with Bonnie Belle, so was glad to see that s he did not avoid him.

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I THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "I saw some soldiers on the way to Pocket City, Bonnie Belle," he said a s a means of starting the conversation. Yes, they put up with me, and I learned of your rescue of Buffalo Bill last Sunday. "Did you learn the truth' ? " Perhaps not, but I was sure that you >vere in the right." I s aw the scout in the hands of Powder Face Pete and a d ozen o f th e gang that so often are seen at his heels. "They claim ed to" ha:ve captured Silk Las so Sam, the outlaw but I knew that their prisoner was Buffalo Bill, for I pad m e t him, and recognized him. "They declin e d to gi ve him up, and I was forc e d to kill Powd e r F ace P e t e and wo und two others to get the scout fre e "The.r e w e r e a d o z e n y o u s a y? '':Mor e than that, Bonn;ie B e lle. "Do y ou know any qf the men ? "Ev ery one of them." Then l o ok out for them, significant repl y D e adsh o t Dean," \Vasthe "Thank y ou ; but now let me ask if y ou have seen an old, gray-haired and bearded man who seems to be in hard luck? "The re i s such a man here wh o came half an hoiir ago. "Do you k n o w who he is? "He gave his name as Peter Swain, and said "that he wa here to search for his son." I s a w him a s he pa s s e d m y cabin, and off e r e d him shelte r but h e sai d that he mu st come o n. Hi s s on. he t o ld me, wa s P o wd e r Face Pete, and be ing in haTd luck, he had c om e h e r e to look him up and get help "Of course, having killed his son, I felt so r ry for him and I came here to-night to a s k y ou to give him sev e ral week s' board at my exp e nse, and also, say, a hundred dol lars in cash, from on l y he need not know wher e it comes from." Bonnie Belle turned her e yes full upon the miner Then she said, speakin g v e ry slowly: Deadshot Dean, you are too true a man to live in th i s wicked community, and I hope you will strike it rich very soon, and go away, for I suppose you have a home to go to? "Oh, yes, Bonnie Belle and those there whom I dearly love ; but is this old man here now ?"
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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 11 she did not appear to have anticipated such a request as to have the man who had killed the desperado go to his 1 grave with the of the dead man. She glanced quickly at the miner and saiq: "No, Mr. Swain, I will accompany you to your son's grave to-night if you insist upon going." 1 "On the contrary, Bonnie Belle, I will go with Mr. Swain," was the unexpected response of the miner. But do you know the grave?" asked Bonnie Belle with intense surprise. "Oh, yes, he was l.mried in Angels' Row, I heard from a miner who was at the burial." "How good of them to bury him in Angels' Row, said the old man. "Do you really insist upon going to-night, Mr. Swain?" asked Bonnie Belle. "Oh, yes, for I cannot sleep until I see my son's grave." "And dG> you insist Deaclshot Dean, in going with Mr. Swain ?" "Certainly, as he wishes it," was the response :: "Then I 'am ready, sir, as soon as I have gotte;; 'my supper," was the cool reply, and the miner went in to supper, which a Chinese servant had just announced with: ':Nlelican man come eatee." Whatever Deadshot Dean had Jost his appetite for, after just meeting the old man at his cabin, the cause was removed upon sitting clown to one of Bonnie Belle's good suppers, which tempted him to eat heartily. Then he came out and joined the old man and Bonnie Belle, whom he saw talking earnestly together, but whose manner changed when they saw him approaching. "I am ready sir," said Deadshot Dean politely. I'll be with yer at once," and the two walked away together, the old man going with a tread as though it was hai:cl for him to W(!.lk. But the miner recalled how he had seen him move in the Hangman's Gulch, and so kept a brisk step purposely, watching his every movement. The way Jed up on the ridge back of the hotel and camps, and by a \vinding trail. It was all of half a mile before the miner halted upon the summit of the i:idge, in the midst of a number of headstones and boards marking the last resting place those ..yho had died in Pocket City, or more properly; perhaps been killed there, for nearly all of those lying, in that village of the dead had died with boots on, if not shot on purpose in some personal encounter, killed by accident in some free fight, a state of affairs so common in Gold Dust Valley as to caus e Bonnie Belle to wittily remark that she would as soon be killed purpose as by accident, as the result was about the same. To one row of graves apart from the others Deadshbt Dean led the o,d man, and said: "This is Angels Row, and the n ewest made grave is that of your son. "There it is, sir." The moon shone brightly down upon the row of gravea and the fresh earth readily marked the one where Powder Face Pete lay. With a moan the old man sank down bx the mound and rocked to and fro in deepest grief, the miner watch ing him closely the while. When at last th ey turned away and retraced thetr steps toward The Frying Pan, Dea
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f 18 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. Quietly entering the doo r, he sought a seat in an obscure corner and viewed scene. It was then eleven o'clock and the place was in full blast. Glasses were tlinking, the atmosphere was dense .with smoke, for nine out of every ten were smoking, and prot1nity, boisterous laughter and loud talking made the place a perfect pandemonium. The miner glanced about for Bonnie Belle, but she bad not yet put in an appearance on her rounds. Walking over to the faro bank, the miner stood I ,Watching the players for a while and then calmly put a ten-dollar bill upon a card He won on the next deal, and without a miss kept i f [J,lck until he had won five hundred dollars The miners about him were surprised, for hehad never been known to play before. : Just as another winning handed over to him, !Bonnie Belle came in from the rear of the saloon, through the door back of the bar. She wore a dark-blue velvet dress, which fitted her form to perfection, and it was trimmed with gold lace and brass buttons, a sombrero richly embroidered in gold thread adorned her head, and a sash about her waist held her revohers. If she saw the miner Dcadshot Dean she did not notice him, but coming forward, while instantly a hush fell upon the place, she said, in h .er full, rich voice : "My pards, I have something to say to you, if you will hear me ." The silence was intense, money and glasses no longer clinked, every hat was doffed, every voice stilled, and the hush was an answer to her wish to be heard. "I wish to say to you, my pards, that an old man came into the valley to-night, one I believe 'to be in distress. "He was poorly mounted, poorly equipped and had but a few dollars in money, he told me. "Luck has been against him of late, his years are many, and he came to Pocket City to find his son and a sk his aid. "Last Sunday his son was killed, and the news of his tleath I broke to h im as gently as I could, and already h as he been under the guidan ce of a kind miner to visit the grave of that son. ;'I did not disguise from him the fact that his so n was in the wrong, that he, with others, had attd d captured Buffalo Bill, the noted scout, and intend,ed hanging him, under the belief that he was Silk Lasso Sam. ;we all know what a calamity si1ch an act would have been for Gold Dust Valley and all in it, and the i11iner deserves our thanks for saving us from it." "But it was Silk Las5o Sam," yal!ed out a voice. "It was not, for Buffalo Bill and a number of sol diers v/ere here yester. day, and from the scout's own lips I had the truth of the affair, and I warn those who are plotting mischief against the miner who rescued him, claiming that he aided an outlaw, that they must desist or take the consequences." As Bonnie Belle cast her eyes over the crowd there were some present who moved nervously, and eyes met eyes all over the room. But a was raised in reply, and Bonnie Belle continued : "But now to this old man, who came here only to find his son dead. He does not wish to remain among strangers, and that he may go East to find his friends, I have decided to raise a for hip1. One generou s miner has already placed in my hands a most liberal gift, the sum of which I will not name, as I do not wish to influence your offerings. Btit I will pass around ml sombrero, and I wish you, my pards, to give what you can." A ch ee r greeted the words of the woman, and then followed special calls from many voices: "Pass her round, Bonnie Belle." "Ti1row in : ther dust, "Pards, don't be mean ." "Bonnie Belle holds ther hat, pards, so give yer dust freely." "Now set tber pace, Bonnie Belle, and we'll keep up with ther procession." I In the midst of these cries the old rnan himself had come into the saloon, and spying him .and. feeling that he was the man, as he was a stranger, a voice called,, out; "There: s the old pilgrim now, pards, so three cheersy for Powder Face Pete's old dad. Whatever the feeling had been for .Powder Face Pete, and the delight that he had been called away, the white

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l'HE BUFF J\LO. BILL STORIES. 19 hair of the old man commanded respect and the cheers we-re given with a will. Among the first whom Bonnie Belle faced when she was passing around the sombrero for contributions for old Swain was Deadshot D e an. She started at seeing him, his presence there evidently being a surprise to h e r You have giv e n far than your share, Deadshot Dean, so I pass you b y ," she said, quietly. "Pardon me, no, for I desire to contribute again, hav ing ju s t been a large winn e r at faro ," he said. You a w i nn e r ? "Yes. _"I did not know that you played cards?" "Oh, yes, but I never gambled before. "It is unfortunate, then, that you not lose, as this may cause you to gamble again. "Perhaps, but here is my contributio n for the old 1 man," and he tosse d a twenty -dollar bill into the hat. The woman pa ss ed on with a s trange l o ok upon h e r face, one Deadshot Dean could not fathom Here it was a handful of gold dust frorl.1 one) then a dozen silver dollars from another, next a buckskin bag of golden grains again a bank note, to be follow e d with a gold piece and so on until the hat became heavy and calling a man near .her to take it and lend her his, she went on her round s "No, Barney, y ou are in ill luck yourself, so I'll chip iz; for you, she said, as a s ickl y-looking man held out 1 a dollar. Then she added: "Come take your m e als at The Frying Pan for a couple of weeks on my invitation, and you may build up." "Bless you, Bonnie Belle," were the low-uttered words, and tears came into the man's eyes To another, an evil-faced man, who affected to be a miner dandy in dress she said : "Thorny, you chip in generously. "Come, no nonsense, for you are well able, and have won heavily of late Come nothing less than a hundred will I take from you." "A hundred devils! growled the man. "No, a hundred dollars. "Put it in or ne\'er darken the door of m y house again "This is robbery," and the man drew some money; from his pocket. "If so, it is in a good cause ." "If y ou w e re in n e ed to-morrow I'd do as much o11 / y ou, so put in your money." "There's fifty. " I said a hundred. "Then here g oes, and the money was thrown in, w hile the woman, with a triumphant smile, passed on. "That's the first time Thorny ever' g.ive a dollar ter c-harity, n1 bet, said a miner Ye s but Bonnie Belle em all, remarked one near. At last she had gone the rounds of the s aioon, and having kept a rapid calculati o n, as nearly as she was able to d o o f what had been put in, she said: "Here, Mr. Swain, there are about twelve hundred dollars in thes e two hats, and I. am glad to say a very, liberal contribution for you ." "I am more than thankful Bonnie Belle," the response, and then followed the words that closed the last chapt er: N ow I ki11 give ther tiger a turn." The crowd were momentarily paralyzed at the words of the old man, if I may use the expression. They looked at him, as he adv anced toward the table, and then from one to the other, and wh e n the y saw him c o v e r the ace of hearts with his money, fully fifty dol lars, there aros e a shout o f admiration mingled with laughter, and cries of: "Go in ter clip the r tiger' s claws old man. " Pull ther financial tail clean out of him, daddy." "Clip his ears, old pilgrim "Break the bank, grandpa." Waal, now you hev got ther cheek o' a Govern ment mule and no mistake." "He' s Powder Face Pete's dad that's sartin." "Of all old M e thuselah s I ever seen he takes ther pre mium Such were the cries that went the rounds, until the old man having Jos t a hundred dollar s turned away from the faro bank wit h a look of disgust. "May be thar's somebod y w u d like ter play me?" he said, glancing unabash e d over the crowd

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2 0 1'HE BUFF J\LO Bl LL STORIES; "I don't mind gettin' my hundred back agin,'; said the man Thorny, and the crowd cheered. They sat down to a table and the old man drew from one of his many and capacious pockets ah old deck of cards. "Give me a new deck, Bottles," cried Thorny. "Oh, no, yer don't ring in no marked keetds qn me,'' cried the old man, and the crowd laughed. ."These keerds is good enough ef they be a little worn; but they is honest keerds, and ef yer don't play \vith them I sets yer down as one who don't play fair." "I'll go yer, old man, with any cards, so name yer limit "I hain't got none, fer ef I loses, I'll git ther pretty girl ter pass ther ha:t around ag'in." "Call it a hundred." "I'm yer man." The game was begun, and the old man won. Again they played it was with the same result. The third game was of the same kind, a,nd the crowd was with the gray hairs in sympathy, for they cheered him all the while. lighting up the trail, but it did not reveal a form ing by the. roadside. On. came the horseman, to behold :i: dark object rise before him, ruh his arm up through the bridle rein of his horse and level a rifle foil at his heart. The old rnan was taken completely aback. He did not offer resistance, for he was too fairli caught to ahempt. it. "Hold, old man, for I wants a few \\lords with you," said the man who had so quickly and successfully brought him to a halt. "Who are you?" The voice was no longer feeble with age, but stern and ringing now. 'Tm ther patd o' ther man you cheated at cardli to-night." "Who says I cheated?" "I does." "You lie!" "Oh, no, your k eenls was marked and yer cheated' Thorny out o' his money, so ha:nd it over or I takes Y
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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 21 But all to no use, for he had to give up his ill-gotten gains. He could not tell who the man was who held him up, for he had a handhrchief stretched over his face with holes cut in it to see through. He saw that he could do nothing but yield, but as the man robbed him he suddenly said : "Here is money yer didn't git thar ter-night, so I hands it back to yer, and I doesn't want yer watch and chain, and ther diamonds yer wears. It's a queer beggar you is ter wear a fine watch and a diamond, but as yer didn't steal 'em in Pocket City, yer kin keep 'em." ',' You are very kind," sneered the old man. "Oh, yes, I means ter be just as well as generous. "Now I'm going ter place yer belt o' arms right here in ther trail while you rides on ontil yer counts a hundred. "Then turn back and come and git 'em, only yer won t find me here. "I doe:;n't wish ter send yer unarmed through ther country." "Thank you," sneered the old man. "Now, go." As he spoke the masked' man placed the belt of arms in the trail, and the horseman rode on. He counted a lnmdred very rapidly, turned, and rode back to the spot where he had been held up. Quickly he dismounted and seized his leaped into the saddle again and dashed awa y He did not see or hear the man who had robbed him. But that individual saw him, and muttered to himself: "That leap into the saddle was the act of an athlete. Yes, he is no old man Then he took his handkerchief from his face and .valked on up Hangman's Gulch. He passed on to the secret path up the cliffside, too'k : he tflail then along the ridge, and halted only when he eached the door of Deadshot Dean' s cabin. UnIOcking it he entered, closed and harred the door 1 ehind him, and then struck a light The light r evealed that the robber of the horseman vas none other than Deadshot Dean himself. I He took from his pocket the money he had gotten, 15old, dust, silver and gold coin and bills, and spread it .out upon the table. "One hundred and twenty dollars of this I gave him, so that .I take back again "Thorny's money was won by cheating at cards, for I have seen him cheat, so that I will not give back, but put with the other to go to charity. "Let me see, here are about two thousand dollars, or its equivalent, which I will turn over for the poor, sick miners in the camps, for they need it, and that man is no more old than I am, and is an impostor. "What his game is I do not know, but I shall fathom it I feel certain by keeping my eye upon Bonnie Bel1e. "Well, Carrol Dean, you are coming out, for you are detective, spy, gambler and road agent, all within twenty-four hours. "But thank Heaven I robbed a robber and am not tempted to a dollar for my own use, except that which I won to-night, and by the laws that govern betting that is honestly mine. "Now for some rest," and throwing himself upon his cot, he was soon fast asleep. CHAPTER X. THE MYSTERIOUS TRAIL, The sun was well above the horizon the next morning when Deaclshot Dean arose from his cot. He cooked his breakfast, hid away his own money and that which he had taken from old Swain, and then started down the valley, where he had left the horseman during the night. His life as a miner and upon the frontier had made him a good trailer, and he at once started off on the tracks of the horse ridden by old Swain. He saw that he had halted at the path leading to his cabin, and the trar;:ks showed that the horse had stood there for a few minutes, at least. "Yes, he doubtless dismounted and went up to IDYJ cabin, but finding all quiet, went on his way again, anxious not to have daylight find him in this vicinity. "I wonder if he suspected me of being the one to hold him up. "I hardly think so. Now to see where his trail wili lead me." He followed along on foot at a good, swinging step that cast behind him fotir n1iles an hour, and kept it u p fot severa l hours.

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22 THE BUf'f" ALO BILL STORIES. He had no difficulty following the trail, and halted onl y for a short rest and di nt.!_er. That he was well hardened for work was shown b y the springy step he kept up when again starting upon his wa y He did not halt again for some three hours, and though not mounted, was putting the miles behind him at a good pace. What caused him then to halt wa s at finding the track h e was following turn sharp off from t he trail between Pioneer Posf and Pocket City ? He turned off on the trail at once and followed on up irita a wild and rugged cafion for a mile or more Then it widened into a valley, fed by mountain streams, and wi t h rich meadow lands, in which were traces of several horses having lately be e n f e eding. Up against the rocks were the remains of a camp fire, the ashes still warm, and there had evidently b een a camp for a couple or more da ys. A clos e search revealed that there had b ee n thre e horses staked out there and a couple of men had been camping at the place for there was a wick yup just large enough to shelter two. The tracks of the horse he followed led directly to this camp, and Carrol Dean. also made note of the fact tha t the s ame animal had left the plac e to go down toward the mining camp s the trail being a clay or so old e r than the o ne c oming ba<;k. For som e t i me the min e r ponder e d o ve r the situati on, an d then d e cid e d to c a mp th e r e all night: H e bui lt up the fire, put his blankets under the shelter and after eating supper sat. down for a qui e t smoke in the gathering darkness. I think I see intention," he muttered. "That man came here with two or thre e men, doubtl ess o nly two, and w hil e they camped in the cafio;" he w e n t on to the mining for some purpo se. The n he r e turned here, and the party went on their \va y wh e r ever that is. Now, who was that man, and who were his followers? I noticed that his hands did not look like those of an old and if his hair and beard were real, then he is premature ly gray. I can go on to-morrow following the trail, for it will be easier with horses to follow than one . If I could run these ;\Vill-o' -the-Wisps to earth it would be a fortune m m y pocket, that is certain, and a good service done Then, too, I would like to repay the confidence placed in me in that wa y b y those gallant army o fficers and that splendid fellow, Buffalo Bill. Well, I am tired, and have a hard day's tramp before me t o-morrow, so I will turn in With thi s he sought hi s blanket s and w as s oo n fast a s leep. But at dawn he wa s up and had breakfast, and pushed on his way onc e more, now following the trail of the four horses He had gone but a few miles when he saw a hors e feeding ahead of him upon the trail. The animal had no saddle or bridle on, only a stake rope which had cau ght in some bushes and held him fast. "It is the h orse o f the old man and he has gotten a w ay from him in the night, I suppose. 'He is thin but a animal so I will be glad to have the use of him. He went up to the horse now and s oon had his blankets made into a t emporary saddle and the stake rope into a bridle . Then he gave the animal r e in and s e t off on the trail as b e fore. "If this horse could only talk, what could he not tell me?" he muttered. ) W ith a halt at noon of an h o ur h e once more renewed his way, t o co m e sud de nl y to a brood, well-traveled stage trail. There was t he track of a coach passed ( that way, g .oing westward, but the trail. he followed of j the;;e harses now w ent eastward. On he pushed, now and then catching sight of the trac k s not oblit erated b y th e coach, until suddenly he heard the rapid ciatte r of hoof s Instant! v h e rode into the shelt e r of some bushes and waited read y to greet frienq or foe. On came the horseman, for there was but one, and he was riding like the wind. A m oment more. and h e da shed around a course in the trail and from the lips of the miner brok e a cry followed b y th e w o rd s : "It is B i dfalo Billi" I

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l'HE BUFF A.LO BILL STORIES. 23 ... THE TWO TRA.CKERS. Buffalo Bill drew rein quickly, and the miner noted mt the scout was riding with his reins held taut in his ft hand, while in his right he carri ed his revolver for 1stant u se There was something going wrong for the scout to e ridin g thus fast upbn the stage trail and prepared to ive battle in a second of time. "V\'hat my gallant rescuer, it is. yoi1 ?" cried Buffalo ,ill, as he saw the mirier ride out of his place of : alrnent Yes, friend Cody, and I' have just struck the stage >ad while following a most mysterious traif. "Ah!' the Will-o'-the-Wisps, I'll wager high on; but, ')W about that gothic steed of yours keeping up upon a m, for though an animal of fine points, he d oes n o t look
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24 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. The trail was rough and dangerous at. places, but he eased his horse over like the skillful rider that he was. The miles flew behind him rapidly, until in an hour he had gained so much on the coach that, halting to listen, he could hear the distant rumble of the' wheels ahead. Another half hour and he saw the red coach flashing in the sunlight as it moved along t he foliage-clad trail. "That is not Ribbons on the box, an? it is certainly not Horseshoe Ned, for I am sure that he did not come out on this run," he said, as he saw a stranger on the box. "\Vell, he drives like an expert, and is sending the horses along at a slapping pace "Come, old fellow, stretch your legs at a better rate, if you wish to overtake that train soon." So saying, the scout touched his spurs to the flanks of his horse and away the animal bounded with in speed. The clatter of the hoofs behind then caught the ears of the driver and he turned his head quickly. A mome!'lt more and he had drawn rein ; se ized his rifle from alongside of him upon the box and stood a man at. bay. .. "Ho, he shows fight, taking me for an outlaw, I guess, for he is a stranger in these parts." So saying, the scout rode forward at a walk; while he raised his hands above his head in token of peac efu l in tention, As Buffalo Bill approached, he eyed the st ranger upon the box closely, and muttered: "The drive r has been killed, that fellow i s a tender foot,_ and will _fill me full. of lead if I don't go slow." The man on the box was dressed in a suit of sty lish, dark-gray clothes, and wore a black hat. the For, I have discovered, one knows n.ot wh_om to trust in this country." "Well, sir, I came out upon a scout to look after the safety of Ribbons, who was to drive the coach through this run. I heard firing, and upon riding to j the scene found a dead outlaw there, two horses and every evidence that the coach had been held up by road agents. I then put spurs to my horse to overtake th coach and find out what had happened." "I believe you now, s ir, after getting a better look at you, for a man with such a face as you have is no villain. "Thank yo u sir," and the scout rai sed his haf. "You were right in your surmise, for onr coach wa attacked." "Yes, that is ev ident." "We were in a stream, watering the horses, when w were held up. "There were two of us inside, fellow-passengers, an I, not caring to be robbed, ope ned fire. "The result was that the coach was riddled, as yo sec, the driver was s h ot, my fellow-passenger was killed and after I was robbed, with only the satisfaction o killing one of the sco u;1dr e lS: I got this W?tmd i my s11 oulder, as you see; ' and Buffalo Bill noticed tha the speake r 's shoulder and s l eeve were st ained l "It was a mi stake to fire upon a force whose strengt yo u did not knO 'N, sir; hut let me see your .. wound, fo it may be serious." "Oh, no, I think not, for it .has stopped bleeding He wore no mustache or beard, was a hands ome the surgeon at the fort can soon pnt me to rights. B man, scarcely thirty, and had the look of one who the way, how far is the fort from here?" be a dangerous foe if aroused. "Some fifteen miles, sir. But I congratulate ,I "Ho, pard, I am no enemy, so put up your gun and upon your nerve;" and the scout saw the dead body wi:'ll get acquainted," said Buffalo Bill. Ribbons, the driver, in boot, and in the coach a "Who are you?" asked the s!ranger on the box. other face upturned in death. "Chief of scouts at Pioneer Post, and I am known as "One needs n e rve to knock aboi.tt the world, sir, a Buffalo Bill." that is about my occupation, I may say profession, f
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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 21 an outfit and remittances from home; for though an [ American, I live in Cuba, and the outlaws stripped me of all I had with me." .. But in this he was disappointed Instead, he found a stick stuck up in the trail, in the top which was split, was a slip of paper. "That is unfortunate sir ; but you will find warm and enerous friends at the fort, if you have no acquaint-The scout felt that he had work before him, so he first watered his horse and then staked him out to feed, aft e r .taking off the saddle and bridle so that the "Not a soul sir. I am fri endless and penniless a bad animal could have a complete rest. situation to be in, is it not?" and the stranger smiled. l e "Well, yes, but as I am your first acquaintance in the f.'ild West, I will indorse you, sir, at the sutler' s for all ltrou may need." 0 "You are very kind, sir just the man that I have read hat you were. Permit me to introduce myself as Ausin Marvin, a United States citi zen, but for years a S:uban sugar planter, who, having a fair income, manges to get rid of it in knocking about the world." The scout was pleased with his new-found friend and efter looking at his wound, placing up o n it a bandage cold water, and t e lling him to let the horses show the <\ay, as they would take the right trail where there were ividing ones, he set off on. his ride back to search 01ie road asking Mr. Marvin to request Colon e l to s end a dozen of his scout s out to join him Deep Dell Brook with all speed. l ir ha gt} fo CHAPTER xrr. T H E M INER'S N OTE. "There's a fell o w I like: frank, brav e and wholeam 1 d h h h" f u e wit nerve enoug to g e t 1m out o an y scrape, B \less he tack le s a V./ild W road agent. The re made a mi stake .. yo So mu se d Buffal o Bill as he rod e o n his way ba ck 0 the scene of t he tragedy. arHe did not go back at the speed he had ridden to _ertake the coach, for he wished to spare hi s horse, it was three hours a fter his crossing Deep Dell for ok that he returnr:d to it. -p01 j He hoped to find the miner there. ;of Thea he sat down to read the note, which had been left by the miner an,d was quite length y It was as follows, in an educated, legible hand: I examined the cliffs on either side but found only trace of -two pl_ aces where men had been lying in ambush, and so I feel sure that they must have been those I followed. There is but the track of one horse leading away from the spot and that one went into th e s.tre am. I went up the stream for half a mile and found the spot where the trail left the water You can ride direct to a n overhanging rock and there you will find it, and it bears away to the n o rthward up the r i dge. Having read it, the scout at once wrote on a slip of paper: Come to overha?ging rock up Deep Dell Brook half a mile, and t a k e my trail from there. B. B. Then he started up the stream, following the water, I as the b ,an15s were impassable. Half a mile up he came to the overhanging_ rock which Carrol Dean had referred to, and he had the slightest difficulty in finding the trail. He at once followed it on up the ridge and on for when it became too dark for him to go further. The.n h e wei1t into camp for the night. He ha!i marked the trail for his men to follow, and knew that they would be on hand at Deep Dell Brook th a t n i ght, read y to start on after him at daylight. As he would hav e but a few miles the start of them, and would have to find th e trail as he \vent alongt while he would mark his for them to follow, they would be able to travel more rapidly and0 overtake him before noon. He was surprised tnat the coach had oeen held up

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26 THE BUff J\LO BILL STORIES. with only three men, as every evidence revealed, and said to himself: Silk Lasso Sam was there, for no other would dare do it. "The outlaw killed was not Silk Lasso Sam, and there is only one horse trail here, but two men must have "One of them went on foot and the other o n horseback, and the latter mu s t be Silk Lasso Sam with the booty. "1 sh o uld much like to get that young man 's mone y and valuables back for him s o I will find out jus t where this trail ends. "Thanks to Deadshot Dean, I have a chance to go on without delay, and the boys will not be long in overtaking me." Wrapping himself in his blanket, Buffalo Bill slept as serenely as though upon a bed and in perfect s afet y Just a s the fir s t ra y of light came h o we v er he was up and on the trail" again, to follow it to its end CHAPTER XIII. CONCLU SIO N He rode on at an easy gait, for the trail of the single h p rs e was readilyfollowed and at la s t the countr y became har9. artd barren-to such an extent that he could no l onger follow the tracks He tried all he could to go on from where he could see the last indentations of hoofs in the ground, but in vain. So he decided that his onl y course was to until his men up1 and then he could divide the force into parties. One of these could move awa y to the right in a semi. circle . Anothe! could go in a semi circle to t he left, and the third M i d straight on, and three meet at a tain p0irit qhead : In tttis way they must cross the trail at some place, m ost surely. He had ju. st decided upon this course, when he heard the sound of hoofs and a band of which sent from the fort when the robbery of the wa \ '' learned came i nto sight. A t their head wa s the surgeon-scout, Frank Powel and that the y had ridden hard their horses showed . Ho, Doc, I am awfully glad to see you, for I have ru aground," cried Cody. And we are glad to find you Bill so soon 1It was good of you to come." Oh I thought I saw a chance to be in at the captur of the fox so I came al ong." Good!" We got to Deep Dell jus t at nightfall and found yo note so we went into cam p, but were at the rock befo light, and pu s hed on from t here 6n your trail. Now, what ha v e y ou found out?" Nothing "Jlhere is n o trail here. "The ground w on t allow a h o rse-track to show That is bad. v "And it i s the s ame thing as far as Sandy Creek, gue s s so I w ait e d for you to come up." "Here we are. "\! V eil, we 'll have bre akfa s t and then m y pian pu s h a party s trai ght ahead to Sand y Creek. can circle to the r i ght, another to the le and all meet at th e creek and if we do not find a trail b s hall be greatly mistaken. "We can but try, Bill." Thete was a halt of an hour tor rest and breakfast aJ then the scouts were divided into three parties.-;. r .?ne 'went directly t".'o others the right and l eft-one, under Surge on Powell, the ot by Buffalo Bill. . The country was very wild, ver y barren, and there \ n o t a for an y animal to live there upon tion it was so scant, and onl y here and spots. There was, far in the di s tance, a mountain rafr rugged, loft y and the base washed b y the waters of S th

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THE BU Ff J\LO BILL STORIES. Creek, a stream which from a small bro ok in dry weather becomes a mighty river when the floods come. It was full of quicksands, and only here and there was there a crossing made b y buffalo, deer, and other ani mals, but these were not frequently traveled, as the range was as devoid of vegetation as the surrounding country. The stream ran in a crescent around the range, 'which ended there abruptly, and the sides were precipitous, and not broken eve n b y canons. 1 r It was upon the banks of the creek just at nightfall, that the three parties met. They had had a hard and fatiguing ride of it, and )l horses and men felt the jaunt. JI Just upon the there were a few stunted trees, and some grass-enough for a night's feed for the horses, while water could be gotten from the creek. "We will camp here to-night, Doc, said Buffalo Bill. "Yes, we can do nothing else." "It is lucky we found these trees and grass, or we k, would have it rough among the rocks." s I "You saw no trace of a trail, Bill?' "Not the photograph of one, doctor." "Nor did I." "If the have a retreat in these lands,. then I do 1 not know where it is, and the stories of having large num-e . 1bers of cattle and horses are not so." H "No, indeed, for nothing could live here.': "Nor in the range yonder." a: "So it seems, but \Ve will have a look at that to-morrow, returning ir. time to get back to grass a i t night, for : edthe horses will begin to suffer." 1 The night passed without disturbance, save the yelping ot 1 )f a wolf or the cry of a panther coming from the Rocky Kange, as the ridge was called, across the stream. e v The next morning the party crossed at a buffalo ford, ege md went to the range. erel I They had not ridden far when they came upon the l ail of three horses. ra11 Sa Immediately a cheer arose from the band of and their horses were pushed forward at their topmost speed. It was a hard ride, but in an hour they came sight of One of these was .the old man who had claimed to be the father of Pete Swain; the other two looked the part of outlaws. At the command of Buffalo Bill to halt, the fugitives wheeled and opened fire The conflict was short and sharp. Two scouts were wounded, and all three fugitives were killed. When Buffalo Bill rode up to examine the dead bodies he found that the old man was no old man at all. The whiskers and hair he wore were false, and when theY. were removed the face andJeatures of Silk Lasso' Sa:m' the Will-o' -the-Wisp of the Trails-were revealed. The other two were recognized as members of the band, and, with the spoils of the coach robbery, which were discov ered in their saddle-bags, the pary rode back to the post. A week lat Bonnie Belle, the owner of the hotel at Pocket City, explained to Deadshort Dean that Silk Lasso Sam, the outlaw, was her brother. This fact had been known only to Buffalo Bill and Sur geon Frank Powell, and it explained her private con ferences with the graybeard who afterward proved to be an outlaw. Bonnie Belle had for years been trying to persuade her brother to leave his course of crime, and once had as sisted him to escape, and sent him East, on his promise that he would leave the West fo'.rever. He had returned, however, and now that he was killed . Bonnie Belle bade good-by to Pocket City to go Eas.t, as her only object in remaining in that wild country was to reform her brother. THE END. Next week's issue (No. 65) will contain "Buffalo Bill 's Run-Down; or, The Red-Hand Renegade's Death." The Renegade was a tough customer, as he had Indian as well as outlaw followers to back him up. The story of how Buffalo Bill ran him down :will make your blood tingle with excitement.

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Contest pretty near ha.lf-way over-letters coming in by the basket full-things humming generallygood prospects for a wind-up: Th'l-t's the ptesent situation. Look on page 3l for details. A Sailing Adventure. (By a. D. Edwards, Ohio.) One summer a few years ago when I was at the seashore an old boat floated in. Myself and three-other boys got it and put a mast in it and also made a sail. 1 The next day a good breeze was blowing so we got in the b oat and started out. We got out a good way and the boat started to leak so we came about and started for the shore but she leaked too fast for us. After we .got in all but .about five miles the old boat sank. So it was a case of swim. \'Ve swam to the nearest rocks which were about a mile and a half away. The tide was coming in and had got most up to us when a boat came out from the shore and took us in. You may believe we felt pretty good to get back to shore and we never tried to sail in au old, leaky water logged boat again. A Hot. Time in Atlanta. (By Sam Bokeritzki, Georgia ) On a Saturday morning in May, 1902, as I walked along the street I heard that a negro by the name of Will Richardson was fighting some officers on the out skirts of our town. So mixing together with a crowd we rode ont there on a car. When we reached there the negro and another one had barricaded themselves in a house where they had killed one officer by the name of Ed. Battle. We had just got off the car when one of the negroes, whose name is Henry Kiug, stepped out from the house and was looking about him where he could escape best, when two police sergeants covering him with their rifles ordered him t? smrender. H e submitted, but they had no sooner handcuffed him that a shot was beard and Officer Tom Grant dropped dead. By this time a lot of <;itizens and police had gathered all with rifles, and be9oming enraged at this murder started to shoot at the house where the uegro took refuge. The negro jumped out from the house where h was and running to a barn opened fire. He fired three shots a.nd Officers Crabtree, Osborn and a Citizen fell mortally wounded, the officers dying few minutes afterward. About twelve dtizeus and tba many policemen had either been killed or wounded be fore they made the man they captured run out from tb1 house. I They set fire to it, and Officer Covington, catchint sight of the negro, fired three shots which killed th1 negro. Just thep two negroes jumped out from a sewe and started to nm, but they didn't take more than thre steps when they fell dead, riddled with bullets. Amon the people who had close calls were Chief of Police Bal a bullet flying so near his head that he heard the win of it, and Sheriff Nelms had a bullet cut off some his beard. And foe place where I was standing was s much fired at that we had to lie dowlJ on ground escape t .he bullets. After the house burned up they too the negro's remains out and dragged it for many bloc before they stopped. It is said that there never was so much excitement Atlanta before except when Shernian set fire to it. My Adventure Wit4 a Tramp. (By Harry Ashto, Ind. ) It was one bright morning last April when I w returning from taking my cows to pasture. I bad ridd into the barn and was removing the saddle from u pony when a stranger appeared in the door. He was a tough-looking character, with a beard of 1 we ek's growth. He spoke up and said: j ''It was a pretty cold night." "Yes, I slept in a box-car all night, and got pre cold before morning." s I noticed he was sizing up the barn pretty well, and made me feel kind of funny, but Id. id not say 'At this time I was raisiug guinea pigs and rabb aud was just going o:it to feed ::>ome carrots . I

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THE BUFF i\LO BILL STORIES. 29' got my basket and looking in I saw I had forgotten my knife. I set the basket down and told bim, I was going into the house after a knife. I went into the house and got tbe knife, at the same time my father's big .38 revolver into my pocket. Wh e n I retumed to the barn again I dropped the knife into the basket and started for the rabbit yar9, which was only about six feet from the barn door. I opened the gate and then gave it, a slam shut again to make him believe I had gone the yard, but I did not go in. I just stepped in behind the door and waited to see what he would do. Just a few days before this my father had made me a present of a pair of beautifullamps for my pony carriage, and I admired them very much. Now, what do you think Mr. Tramp did but. to go right up to the buggy and place them under his coat and walk off. I ran down the alley after him, and with my revolver drawn I told him to hold up or I would stop him. He stopped without any more words. I theu asked him where he .going with my lamps; he said he was just. going down the street. He gave them back aud started off at a rapid gait. I was not frightened as I thought, but one of the neighbors came in and wanted to know what was the matter, that I was as white as.a ghost and was trembling like a leaf. I now began to feel frightened aud got sick at my stomach. At noon when my father came home I told :what I bad :!one; he said I was a very brave boy and so o n after this he made me a present of a twentytwo calibre revolver. A ;Swimming Story. (By Ernest Enright, Iowa.) one nne day in the year 1900, I thought I would go swimming down to the Austin Bridge, as they call it. I went down there and bad to go across the bridge, to get to the good swimming part. I went across and bad a swim. There were no boys down there, so I came out and was gqing across when I h eard a train whistle. I had no time to think, so I threw myself over the edge of the bridge. I had t o ,bang there till the train got across the bridge. I did not know how to get up then. I did not want to jum p, because it was so far down, and the creek was low. I happened to look at my feet, and saw a bolt sticking out, and stepped on it. 1 pulled myself up inch by iuch till I got up. Only for that bolt I would not have been writing this ow. A Oosc Ca11. (By Arcltie Brainard, Mich.) .Last February I was out bunting and shot sevea rab bi.ts in the forenoon. I had just put m y ferret in a hole and run two rabbits out, but the brush was so that I couldn't get a shot at them, so I let the d ogs run them around. They ran them in a hole about four rods from where they started. I put my ferret iu the hole to run them 01;1t, but there was only one hole, so I couldn't get my ferret or the rabbit& out. l went to a house about a quarter of a mile away and got a spad e and dug them out. l was j!Jst putting the rabbits in my game sack when the hamu1 e r of the gun, which I had between my l e gs, caught in my boot and. wlien I moved my boot jt let the hammer go down and hit:tbe cap. The gun wrnt off and blew my hat off my head and came within inch of hitting me in the face After that I was more careful about bandling gnns. I got twenty rabbits alto gether that day. I have read all of the Buffalo Bill stories up to date but Tied to the Track. (By ]. F. Jeffreys Texas.) The story I am goin g to write happened near a small towu (Rosebud ) in Falls County, Texas. Three of my friend s and myself had started from Rose bud to go to the hors e race that was to take place about one and one-half miles northeast of town. We had started on foot up the railroad and had got only about half way and were nearing a small cut, when we heard the whistle of the local behind us. We then decided to run through the cut ahead of the train, as it was only a s h ort distance. We all broke into a ruu. I was some fifteen or tweuty yards .in advance of the others and about half way through the cut when I saw a man lying across the trac k I thought him asleep and began to halloa at him to get off the track, but he did not answer or move, and when we go t to him we saw he was tied to the track, with a rag stuffed in his mouth. 'I'heu we surely did some hustling to get him cut loose before the train got there, bnt we finally got him off the track, and uone to o soon, for as it was, myself and one of my friends lost oiu hats aud nevet found anything but a few small pieces of them after the train passed by. We didn't care for that, as we had saved the man's life. He proved to b e a Gennan and had been attacked by tramps, yvas robbed and tied to the track for U1e train to finish their da stardly work. He was robbed of $7 5, his watch, c:)laio, hat and coat. He never recovered anything, but said he was glad to get off with his life. Caght in a Stampede. (By Berger Olson, Massachuse'tts.) While Evans an d some companions were camping for the night on a high tableland, which ended a few miles away in an abrupt drop of two hundred feet, a storm swept through the mountains. Made nervous by the lightning, the herd of fifteen hundred cattle stampeded in the direction of the precipice. Evans and his men hurriedly and circling to the front of the mad dened cattle, tried with whpops and revolver shots to turn them back. In th. e dense blackness of the right Evan's horse missed bis footing and went down in a beap, one leg in a gopher hole. The horse of a cowboy named Davis, running clo s e behind, stumbled over Evans' horse, and Davis too, came to the earth and lay still, unconscious. Fifty yards away came the herd, and a short of lightning showed Evaus the situation. swiftly-

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30 THE BUFF f\LO BILL STORIES. moving sea of cattle reachec l one hundred yards each way. Unable to arouse Davis, aud never thinking of leaving bis disabled comrade, Evans took the only of saving both. He emptied his own revolver and his companion's into the center of the herd, cutting a breach in the front of the mass Then throwing the inanimate form of Davis over.his shoulder, he awaited his opportunity As one of the leaders brushed by, Evans, with one movement, put the b ody of Davis across the shoulders of the stee r and rnounted also. Vai,nly the animal leap e d, bucked and side-jllm p ed. With his legs wrapped tightly arot1nd the body of his mount, Evans drove his spurs deep in and held himself and Davis in place. 'l'he s teer, wild with rage, agony and fright, rapidly left the herd in the rear, and to the right in a furious gallop, carried bis riders out of danger. Then Evans rolled off the back of his strange rescuer, and a half hour later, when bis cowboys turned the herd at the rim of the canyon, and rode back to look for the foreman .and Davis, they found them, both unconscious. The weary steer, with his sides covered with blood lay exhausted a short distance away. The outfit ordered a medal for Evans, and the steer has been 'pensioned for life on the best alfalfa in the valley. In the Planing Mill. (By R. G. Palmer, California.) I started to work at a planing mill and being a greenhorn did not .lrnow how to keep my hands out of the machinery. I was always fooling with something. One day I was cutting fancy fence pickets. I had got the tops cut off of most of them, and wh e n you get t!Je tops off so many you push them away with y0ur hands. Well, I was working and wasn't paying much attention to my work, and the first thing I knew I bad my hand in the saw. The blood commenced to spurt out of my fing e rs, and the first I did was to ruu to one of my fellow workmen and borrow a handkerchief. He almost fainted. Then I jumped on my wheel and went to the do c tor. When I unwrapped my hand I found that my thumb and forefinger were cut off at the first joint. The other three were cut pretty badly, too. That was the last time I worked at a mill. A Runaway. (By Chas'. Douglas, Ohio. ) One day in June I was driving our whoE e name was Floe,,down a steep bill in Pennsylvania. My mother and I were riding together, and my father, sister and uncle in the other buggy, which was ahead of us. We were going down the hill, and I "as uot giving much attention to my horse, when all at once the hold-pack strap snapped in two and Floe started. It scared me, but I held on to the lin e s and did my best to stop her, but I couldn't do it. The other team was ahead of us and I told them to get out of the way. They tried to, but were too slow, and our buggy bit their's and upset and knocked their's clear over on it's -That frightened their horses, and they starred to run, with my sister and father under the top. My mother and I were thrown out. I was knocked unconscious. The miracle of it was that my sister was not hurt at all, but my father was hurt so badly that ht: had to be sent to the hospital for over six months. I was hurt pretty badly, but I was well in a few weeks. A Lineman's Last Day's Work. ( By Walter Handy, N. J.) It was on a bright day in January that I was in school looking at my lessons when all at once I looked out of a window and there I saw a man up a great big telegraph pole repairing a wirewhen all of a sudden I saw him drop and catch in a lot of wires, and there be had to stay until another linemg'\] came to him out. There must have been about one hundred wires on the pole. It was quite a long time before he could do anything with the poor man in the wires, but after a while he managed to get a rope around his waist and then he put the rope over a cross-arm aud he let him down very slowly. He was at least forty feet from the ground. He bad caught hold of a Jive wire by mistake and was receiving about 1500 volts of electricity. I was not the only one-fhat saw it, for in less thau _fiv e minutes there were about 200 people on the spo t but they could not see him for be was covered with a blanket as soon as he reached the ground, and then the und ertaker took ch .arge of his body. The next day the coroner held an inquest over his body and the next day after he was laid awayt o fix those wires which have no end. When I went back to school. My teacher myself were so nervous and excited that we could not work at any of our lessons and the teacher had to dismiss the cJa 3 s which she was teacher of, and I did not go again for two days. I would not like to see an of that kind again. My Mistake. J (By Frank Speedel, Wash.) I I remember once in my younger days bow I was I nearly frightened to death by an eel which I mistook for a snake. It happened that my father and I went fishing in a small creek uot far from our house. After fishing half the day, and not' catching a singJe fish, it made me pull my line up with unllsual force wheu I felt a bite, so I could have at least caught one fisb, but the confounded lin e went straight to my face. I felt something wriggling all over my face, so I pulled it away faster than it came, and found an enormous snake, as I thought, dangling from the line. threw my pole down, and went running in the direction/ of my father as fast as my short legs could qury me. I stumbled iuto a ditch of thick mud up to my waist an

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 81 could not get out till my f:ther came to my aid. I cried excitedly as be came up: "Oh; father L I saw a big snake, which I thought would surely sting me to death I" 1 My father soon came to the place of excitement, took the snake in bis hand, to my surp ri s e and laughed: I 'Ha, ba you little fool you have been frightened by au eel,'' be said. CORRESPONDENCE. What Do You Think of This Boy? Editor Buffalo Bill WeeklyDear Sir: I have the pleasure of reading the Buffalo Bill stories, which are sent from the States to Elilgland, and I like them yery much. But reading them does not say if be is alive now, as I should very much like to know. If you could answer this letter in one of the Buffalo Bill numbers I should be very glad. I get them over in England about every six or seven weeks. Yours truly, Wu,r., fAM Owim. Of course, Buffalo Bill is alive. Every boy in Amer ica and pretty nearly every boy in England knows that. Buffalo Bill is at present traveling through the country. /J n the fall he will take a parfy of wealthy gentlemen on V a hunting trip in Wyoming. STAM Ps-iooall dllferentf rom C hin a, Ml&, only 1 oc s o dlf. &:. 1 dlr. u nu s e d Cuba o r Po rt o Ri co o nl y 6 dtf. unused Phlllp pl nes only roe <4 dlf. Canada o nly 16<:.. 99 dif. japan only t 6c difl'tren t o nl v 25c. Send for Oll t Appr o va l sheeu. t wante d s o p er cent. com. CARL M. WILLIS l!ITAMP CO., Sullivan, Indiana. A LIBERAL PRICE Will be paiq for the following Weeklies : True Blue Weekly, Numbers 43, 46, 49. Starry Fla.g ,, " 1. 1, 9, rn, H, t2, t6, n. 2 to t3 and Nos. t6, t9.. t, 5, t 1, 12, t3, 15, t8, t9. Diamond Dick, Jr., Weekly. Number 08. Any boys who have copies of the above mentioned number s hould communicate at once with STEWART, Box 192, New York City. Unless you have on e or mor e o f the numbers above do n iJ. not write, as no other numbers of the We eklies are wanted, Ci SEVEN COMPLETE FISHING TACKLE ASSORTMENTS IF YOU WIN ONE of these famous fishing tackle assort ments you will have everything you could possibly need in the way of fishi n g 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 enough to win prizes. You may become a dealer in fishing tackle if you win one of these prizes, for you will have a complete assortment of over NINE HUNDRED HOOKS of All Xind1, .. ONE HUNDRED LINES, Be1ide1 .. SINKERS and TROLLING HOOKS. HOW T() WIN A PRIZE. This ne,w Prize Anecdote Contest is on the lines of the one r ; Olty o r Town .. State .. -...... ... ....

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BLJFF !\LO BILL STORIES (LARGE SIZE.) Containing the Only Stories Authorized by Hon. WILLIAM F. CODY ("Buffalo Bill"). I I' 37-Buffalo Bill and the Haunted Ranch; or, The Disappearance of the Ranchman's Daughter. 1 38-Buffalo Bill and the Danite Kidnapers; or, The Green River Massacre. 39-Buffalo Bill's Duel; or, J\.mong the Mexican Miners. 40-Buffalo Bill and the Prairie Wolves; or, Hunting the Bandits of Boneyard . Gulch. ' 41-Buffalo Bill at Painted Rock; or, After the Human Buzzards. '42-Buffalo Bill and the Boy Trailer; or, Kidnappers in Kansas. 43-Buffalo Bill In Zigzag Canyon; or, Fighting Red Hugh's Band. 44-Buffalo Red Allies; or, Hand to Hand with the Devil Gang. 45-Buffalo Bill in the Bad Lands; or, Trailing the Veiled Squaw. 46-Buffolo Bill s Trail of the Ghost Dancers; or, The Sioux Chiefs Secret. 47-Buffalo Bill's Deadliest Deal; or, The Doomed Desperadoes of Mine. 48-Buffalo Bill s Secret; or, The Trail of a Traitor. 49-Buffat
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