Buffalo Bill's red trail, or, A race for ransom

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Buffalo Bill's red trail, or, A race for ransom

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Buffalo Bill's red trail, or, A race for ransom
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i ss ued H"eerdy. B y S1tbscript i o n $2.50 per yrar. Eutered as Second Clas s Matter at. N ew Y o r k P ost Office by S T R E E T & SMITH, 238 William St., N. Y. 66. Price, Five Cenis. THERE SUDDENLY DA$HED 'ROUND THE CORNER OF THE CABIN A TALL FORM, WITH A REVOLVEP. IN EACH HAND. . UP wn a YOUR HANDS. RE!OJGADE. OR YOU DIE I" CRIED BUFFALO BILJ, STERNLY.

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A WE"EKLY PIJBLrCATrON DEVOTE:D TO BORDER HI lssiud Wee.tty By Subscription $2.so per year. Entered as Second Class Matter at tfie N. Y. Post Office, by STREET & SMITH, 238 W171iam S t ., N. Y '' Entered to Act of Conrress in the yea r rqoa, in the Office of tlie Librarian of Congress, Washin gton, D. C. No. 66. NEW Y O RK, August 16, 1 9 0 2 . Price Five Cents-'BUff ALO BILL'S Rt:D TRAIL: I OR, A Race for Ransom By the au t hor of "BUFFALO BILL." CHAPTER I BAD NEWS. I t was at Fort Advance, one of the smaller frontier posts on the Indian border, .ust about the hour o f sunset. Buffalo Bill and Colonel Carr, the commandant of the fort, were chatting together when suddenly Buffalo Bill raised his hands and pointed across the plains. A horseman could be seen in the distance, and he was approaching at a furious gallop . B u ffalo Biil scanned the figure for a moment in silence "It is Hugh Hardin, the oldest of my scouts," he sa id, "and I am willing to bet 1a few cigars that he brings of a fresh Indian uprising." It was, indeed, Hugh Hardin, and a mor;;ien t later he had pulled up his steed before Buffalo Bill and Colonel Carr and, after sa luting h i s sup e rior officers, was making his report. It was to the effect that the Indians t o the number of severa l thousands were on the warpath, under command of Death Face and severa l oth e r o f t h ei r chiefs. "I scouted near their camp," said Hugh "and I know that there is at least one white man in their number. I saw him He is Eagle, a well known outlaw. He was formerly chief of the band known as the Renegade Road Riders, which yo u broke up, Buffalo Bill, not long ago. "What! Eagl e the outlaw chief exclaimed t he colonel. "I thought you killed him, Cody." "I followed him and drove him off a precipi ce into / Rapid River-:-man and horse," said Cody; bu t i t looks as if he had escaped by swimming, and joined the redsk i ns, now that h i s own ban d is wiped o ut. Are you sure t hat he is with the Indians?" "Perfectl y," said Hugh Hardin. "That man must be captured at all hazards," said

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I 2 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. ---the colonel. "I shall immedi a tely order out a troop of cavalry, as well as a battery of infantry ; and send them on to oppose the Indians." ... An hour later the detachment of cavalry and ar-tillery, under command of Lieutenant Worth, one of the most p0pular young officers in the post, was starting for Rapid River. Two other commands of artillery and cavalry were L immediately afterward. Buffalo Bill headed the column, of course, and, when, early the next day, after a hard night ride, theywere within a few miles of the river, he the lieutenant to call a halt. "I will go forward myself on a scout," he said, "be fore the Indians discover that there is a body of sol diers in the vicinity." "I suggest that y6u take one of the men in my troop, Sergeant Fallon, as (ln assistant. He has lived with the Indians for years, and can disguise himself perfectly as one and speak the language well. Besides, they say that he has powerful friends among the Sioux chiefs He can enter the camp in dis guise, perhaps." Sergeant Fallon, a tall, honest-faced man, stepped forward at the command of Lieutenant Worth, and, after a few words with Buffalo Bill, went off to dis guise himself as an Indian, a complete disguise having been brought along with the artillery equipments by command of Lieutenant Worth. "He is a mysterious man, evidently well edu cated," said the lieutenant to Buffalo Bill, "and no one knows why he entered the army, as he is re-. puted to be very wealthy. He has good cause to wish to revenged on Eagle, the outlaw chief. Eagle captured his daughter, Lucille Fallon, when she was on her way West; to hold her for ransom, and it was you yourself who rescued her when you wiped out Eagle's band." "I remember the occasion," said the great scout; "but here comes the man, and he looks like an In"dian, indeed." Sergeant Fallon's disguise was perfect, and an hour l:iter the scout and he set out. When they reached Rapid River, Fallon decided to swim his horse across and enter the Indian camp 'disguised as he was, and Buffalo Bill, knowing from what he had seen and heard of the man that he could thoroughly trust him, :i.:llowed him to do so. Buffalo Bill accompanied him as far as the river, and_ watched him cross. He lost his form after he had gotten half way across, but waited until he was sure that he had reached the other side and found the Indian guards. Hearing no outcry or shot, he muttered: "I guess he's all right, but his danger is great. "The man grows upon me more and more, and I am sure that he has once held a high position and been in command of men. "Well, if he gets back in safety, I will u se my in fluence to get him the commission he richly de serves.'' So saying, the scout gazed in silence for a while over the weird, wild scene, lit up by the int6 picturesque beauty, and then turning his. horse, rode back his camp for the night. The sergeant, meanwhile, had crossed tqe river, been met by the guards, and then rode to the camp beyond the ridge. To his surprise, he found there over a hundred Indian braves, and about a campfire built out of sight up in a niche of the cliff, stood several forms, upon whom his eyes were at once riveted. Bird, an old Sioux chief, was there, and near him stood the young chief, Death Face, while, seated upon a rock near, was a splendid type of a redskin leader. He was a man of almost herculean proportions, robed in gorgeous costume, wearing a war-bonnet of barbaric splendor, and with a face bold, rugged, crafty, intelligent and merciless. His face was furrowed with age, the silver threads streaked his raven locks, but he was still the mighty leader of his people the grand old fighter, plotter, good general, merciless foe of the palefaces, Iron Eyes, the head chief of his tribe. By his side stood a fourth person. It was one of elegant form, handsome face, dark, sinister, fine though it was. He was dressed in a black fatigue suit of army style wore buttons of ten-dollar gold pieces, diamond studs and sleeve-buttons in his negligee silk shirt, a massive watch chain, and a large, brilliant ruby upon the little finger of his left hand, his right being covered with a red glove. He had a cigar between his lips, stood like one waiting to be photographed, one booted foot rest-

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l'HE BUFF ALO BILL STO RIES. 3 ing upon a rock before him and his elbow leaning upon hi s knee as a rest. His spurs w ere of gold, his belt of arms showed that they were ornamented with the same precious metal, and, altogether he was a most picturesque and striking figure a man to stand in awe of. As the sergeant approached, old Iron Eyes arose and greeted him, greeted him as he would one for whom he hel d rev erence a nd a ffecti o n "Iron E y e s i s surp rised at meetin g his paleface brother, the great medicine chief, White Wolf. The Iron E y es has w ith him ar10ther great chief of the paleface r a c e, the E a gle, his brother and ally, and here is my son the mighty young chief who will some day wear the war-bonnet of old Iron Eyes, the Death Face. "It my heart to again see my brother, the White Wolf. "He i s welcome and he has proven my friend." Such w a s the welc ome and the introduction o f the sergeant t o thos e a ss embl e d about the campfire in 1.hc little ravine among the cliffs. CHAPTER II. THE O U TLAW' S ALLY. Fall o n w as perfectly calm un de r the o r d eal he was p ass ing throug h. He greeted th e ol d chief mos t reverently and kindly, offer ed his h a nd to the outla:w, for he wished to feel his g rip a n d rem ember it, and saluted the young s o n of Iron E yes court e o u sly, w hile he did not by any me a ns i gnore Fighting Bird. But he lo s t n o time in at once s a ying: I am here une x pectedly to-ni g ht, for I wish to tell the great chief that his foes are not sure that he has warriors camped he re, a nd th e y to send out scouts on foot to cro ss the ri ver and find out. By drawing your braves far b a ck putting out your campfir es, a nd not one being seen, the scouts will come o ver and find no braves here. "They" will report this to their chiefs, and then when another night the force attempts to cross, the warriors of Iron E yes will be here to ambush them. The w o rds of the dis gui s ed sergeant were listened to in silence, but. with great interest, ahd old Iron Eyes said: "The Chief White W olf speaks -it h wisd o m, and my warriors shail at once draw back to cover." "Yes, it will be the very thing to do, for if the soldiers belie v e that you have withdrawn your guards from the fords they will cross, hoping to sur prise you, and dash upon an ambust1 and be beaten back right here, as they should be." "I woold send couriers to the other bands also, chief, the outlaw joined in, "to have them also fall back for the night. Would you not, White Wolf?" / "It would be just what I should do, sir," answerec / the serg eant. Orders were at once given to put out the camp fires get the ponies and camp o tfit, and retreat over the range half a mile back. The sergeant went along and rode with Iron Eyes, the two talking together like old friends. When they had come to a halt the outlaw stepped up to the sergeant and asked: "vVhat force is on the other side, sir?" "The r e are thre e commands, sir; two of consid-era ble strength, the other not so large. "Have they any guns?" "All three commands have ai tillery, sir." "And infantry?" "Mounte d infantr y with cavalry and the gtins." "Then C arr i s in earnes t?/' s aid the outlaw. "Yes, sir; he seems determined." "There are thre e men there whom I hate. I will gi v e a re wa rd to get their scalps." "Who are they, sir? "One is Lieutenaqt Vv orth, who has been a per sistent foe of my band of Red Riders; one is Buffalo Bill, and the other is Sergeant Fallon." I know them all, sir." "They have both been strong allies to wipe me out, and here I am a fugitive to-day with no men left and must begin life qnew to gain both gold and reven &e. But I am not dead yet, and I will have both. "You are right, Captain Eagle," said the sergeant. "May I ask your name, my friend?" "My name is Louis, sir." "vVhat position do you hold under Colonel Carr?" I am in the ordnance qepartment, but hold only an inferior position." "You have once dwelt among the Indians?" Yes, as a fugitive from my own people I became a renegade and was a medicine chief. v V hen I could do so I returned to my people, unknown, however,

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4 ifHE BUFFJ\LO BILL STORIES. to wor'I( like you, for gold and revenge. Some Clay I will have both." "See here yqu are just the man that can aid me, and in doing so help yourself." "I am willing, if there is any money irt it.;' "There is, and big money, too, for youi" "I am your man, Captain Eagle," was the earnest reply. The outlaw was evidently greatly excited through 9me thought that had crossed his mind. -He paced to and fro for a minute, his hands clasped behind his back, his whole bearing that of one who was moved by strong emotion. Again turning to the sergeant, he said, and in a periectly calm tone: "You dwell at Fort Advance, of course?" 'Yes, sir.i' "Do you know Sergeant Fallon well?" "He is my most intimate friend and I occupy his quarters." "Good! have you any love for him? " I have for him sir, the deepest hatred, as he has been. my worst enemy, and at times I have bee11 tempted to take his life." "The11 you ate the very man I want for an ally what do you say?" "I will serve you, sir, as I can serve myself in doing so." CHAPTER III. PLOTTING WITH A FOE. The outlaw leader seemed pleased with the idea of his ally 's hatred for Sergeant Fallon, and said, when he was told that he would serve him: "Well, you will have to go slow, and there is much to be done." "I am ready." I'll tell you just what my plan is, and see what you think of it." "I'll frankl y tell you what I think." I believe you, for the chief speaks of you in the highest terms, in fact loves you as a brother, and the only thing I had against you was that, after being a renegade, you went back to your people." "It was, as I said before, fot a purpose." "Ah, yes; but now to my plot with you." "I am all attention." "You, of course, know the sere-eant's dau2"hter ?" "! do." "She is an heiress, you know?" "I have heard so, in fact, I know that it is the case from the sergeant." "I had her a captive, with others, but that Buffalo Bill guided Lieutenant Worth, Sergeant Fallon and others to my retreat and rescued the prisoners, destroying my band and making tne fly as a fugitive for shelter with my good friend, Iron Eyes." "I see.'' "Now, I wish to get possession of Lucille Fallon, the sergeant's daughter." "Ah!" "And that is what I wish you to aid me in." "I can do it if any man can "My plan is for you to notify me, by a letter left at a certain spot on the Overland trail, which I will describe to you, when I can get possession of her. "She can be called to Pioneer City through an excuse of some kind to meet a lawyer there who will not come further on, and I will hold up the coach and capture her." .But your men are all dead or prisoners." "Yes, but I am organizing another band out of new material, and who will serve my purpose even better than the others did." "You wish to capture the girl and get a big ransom for her?" "That is just it and Sergeant Fallon with her." "I understand." "You wish both." "I do, the one for revenge, the other for gold." "'vVell, I believe I can arrange it." "You must understand the whole situation, the name of the girl's lawyer in New York, something of the facts o f the case of her inheritance, and just what to do. Now, when she was my captive, I looked over her papers, and I have the name and ad dress of the lawyer in fact one of his letters, and I can forge his writing perfectly. "I will write the letter to her, mail it from Pioneer City, telling her that, writing as the lawyer, r cannot come any further, as I am suffering with an attack of rheumatism, and that she and her father must come to me the lawyer, mind you, by return coach. I will then lie in wait on the trail and capture them." "A good idea." "There is another thing. You must see to it that the 2"irl's iewels and money are taken along, though

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. t'HE' BU ff' ALO BILL STORIES. I 8 ' she tnust not know this. Smuggle thetrt oti the coach in some way, for you can get possession of them, intimate as you are at the sergeant's home, and I will share with you. "Thank you. I know where the mone/and jewels are kept and I can get them, and will see that they go through with the sergeant ahd his daughter, never fear." "Is Jack Jessop, the star driver, driving now?" "Oh, yes." "It will be his last trip for I'll bury him on Monument Hill. He is too plucky a man to be in the Overland coach-driving business, and so he goes un der." "It is just as well, I guess, though I rather likj:! Jack." "V./ ell, now, we'll go over the whole matter again, and just as soon as you return to the fort notify me by letter what you think can be done, or if you can think of any better plan. The place to leave the letter is under the end of the third board of the Canyon River bridge, whete it projects over the land, as I suppose it must, though I have not seen the new structure. At any rate, look well for a spet there, and I'll find it, for I'll take to the trail soon with my new band." "I'll prepare the way for you, Captain Eagle, never fear," was the answer of the sergeant, and then the two went all over the same ground againi the outlaw asking many questions about the fort anq its people, and coming to what he considered was a thorough understanding with the ma11 whom he little dreamed to be his foe. This conversation being ended, the sergeant held a powwow with his old friend Iron Eyes, the outlaw, Death Face and Fightii1g Bird being present. It being then a couple of hours after midnight, Ser geant Fallon suggested that he would make a visit to the ford to see if the enemy had sent their scouts across and send back word by a couple of warriors who would accompany him, as he would then be compelled to go on back to the commarl!l where he was expected to serve as the Indians' spy. Two young braves were therefore called to accompany him, and Iron Eyes said that he had increased the force of guards at each ford by fifty men, while several hundred more braves under Death Face would camp at the first mountain pass on the trail, where they could give battle to the 1lbldie:-S, and be reinforted readily from the village. Iron Eyes himself would return to his village, and Captain Eagle was to remait1 at the ford, being at liberty to go where he Assured by these facts, and accompanied by the two btaves, the sergeant set out upon his return. He left the braves on the ridge, advanced alone / to the river, and discovering , by the sign agreed upon between them, tliat Buffalo Bill had l:lee11 there,1 he went back and told the warriors to return and rp.' port to Iron Eyes that a scout from the soldiers had been across the river, so that they could cotne back into their camp again. Then he rode into the river to cross. The sergeant was greeted by Buffalo Bill as he rode out of the watel:', the two friends clasping hands warmly. "I am glad, indeed, to see you again, sergeant, for I was becoming very ri.ervous about you." "I was delayed; as I did not dare appear anxious to get back. "I found Iron Eyes, Death Face and the outlaw in 1camp when I went over, and a number of warriors as well so I decided to them well out of the way at once, and would not delay for the time agreed upon "I found, upon my return' to the ford, that you had been there and crossed. I gave the chief a great ghost story about the soldiers, and I had an hour's chat with the outlaw and Fallon related all his convers ation the outlaw. "When he holds up the coach he will not only find Sergeant Fallon in it, but Buffalo Bill, Lieutenant Worth and a few good scouts and soldiers, with others following 011 behind, and a few more to head off the outlaws, so that we will catch the whole outfit said the sergeant. "The very thing to be done, sergeant; but who has the outlaw chief for a band?" "That is the question Cody." "Doubtless redskins?" "I had that idea at first, but he spoke of goin.g to Pioneer City where he had friends and I believe he will get men there, and more than he had before, from what he gave out in the way of hints." "Then, to be sure, we will have to be well provided with men s ay one on the box with Jack Jes sop who is als o to be counted. when it's a scrimmage,

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1'HE BU ff ALO BlLL STORIES. and a dtzen can pack away in the coach. Then a few scouts and soldiers on the trail behind the coach, some more ?f my men ahead and rope in the entire outfit, as you suggest." "We'll do it, and arrange with the lieutenant, but keep it as secret as the grave. When the letter comes we will then be ready to go out on the first \ coach, and the man who rides on the box with Jack 1 Jessop can wear a hat and clothes to appear to be my daughter, for she rode all the way through on tf e box, you know; but here we are at camp." Day had dawned, and the camp was astir, but the men were not building any fires, but were preparing to eat a cold breakfast. But, having washed off his paint and changed his clothes, the sergeant and Buffalo Bill went drrectely to the of the lieutenant. CHAPTER IV. BURSTING SHELLS. Before nightfall the two reserve commands had reached the fords they'had been guided to by the scout sent to each of them. They found them good camping-places, water, wood and gras s in plenty, and which could be readily defended if need be. There were a dozen fires built by those sent on ahead, and the officers in command were delighted to learn. that there was a chance for a brush with the Indians, for, being ordered to the front, they be lieved there would be. It was just before sunset that Lieutenant Worth, Buffalo Bill and Sergeant Fallon rode into the camp at the upper ford, and were welcomed by the officers and men. "Percy, how is your gun placed?" asked Lieutenant Worth of the officer in charge. "It commands the ford and the other shore, though it is not in position to be seen." "All right, run it into position as soon as Buffalo Bill shows you, just to toss a shell or two, for he has been devoting the past day to studying the Indian camps at two of the fords said the lieutenant, with a smile while the scout remarked: "Say night, rather, lieutenant, for I've been resting by daylight." Going to a point commanded a view of the other shore, Buffalo !}ill ran his glass over it and said: "Sergeant, when I reconnoitered the camp was in those willows." "Yes, that is it, and the ponies are corraled over beyond them." ''I'll see if I can put a she)! there," and the officer in charge of the guns sighted one himself, a sergeant training the other. "Fire!" The six and twelve-pounders flashed together, and shells went shriekin across the river. One burst directly in the willows, the other be yond, where the sergeant had said the horseswere. There was a neighing of horses, several ponies "dashed into view, and it was certain that the shells had been a startling surprise to the redskins in camp. "Percy, I wish one of your guns sent at once down to my camp and with full speed, for I shall drop a shell or two into the camp across the river from me, and then push on down to the other camp, and have them give the reds a surprise, though we do not know just where they are located at the lower ford, and must gues s at it. a few more shells over there, and then limber up and get the gun away, whichever one you care to send." / Half a do z en more shells were sent flying into the Indian camp and then the gun was sent down to the camp of Lieutenant Worth, who, after supper with his officer .comrades there, rode away with Buffalo Bill the sergeant and the three men sent there in the morning to build fires, back to his camp. He found it no easy task to overtake the gurt, the crew being anxious to reach their positiot?and throw in a few shells before word could be sent down from the upper ford though the firing would naturally be heard there, the sound traveling by the river. The gun was dragged to the ridge, and the sergeant pointed out just where the camp and corral of ponies were. "Aim it yourself, sergeant," ordered Lieutenant Worth: The sergeant did so, and the shells as seen to burst right behind the ledge. Wild yells followed and with the firing of a second s hell into the corral of ponies it also struck h ome, for horses neighed wildly in fright. Give them a few more shells, sergeant, and then

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; THE BUFFJ\LO BILL STORIES. 'l the gun can g o to camp, w.hile we hold on down to the lower ford." This was done, the gun retreated to camp, and Lieutenant Worth, Buffalo Bill and Sergeant Fallon followed on down the riv'er trail to the lower ford. It was some fifteen miles distant, and over a rough trail; but they reached the camp soon after midnight and found the officer in command and his men all under arms and ready for the fray for they had heard the firing from the middle ford and expected to be called upon to move at any time. "It is no alarm, Benedict, at least to us, though it is for the Indians. "I took a fancy to let the redskins know we were across here in very heavy force, as Sergeant Fallon had so reported to them, and got Percy to open on them, and, borrowing one of his guns, I did the same, and now I wish you to stir them up." "With great pleasure, Lieutenant Worth," answered Lieutenant Benedict who was in command. "Have you any idea of just where their camp and corral is ? " I reconnoitered with my glass just before sunset and think I found their camp, and behind it is a meadow where I saw a pony astray. "We'll chance it," and the guns were placed in position the spots pointed out to the gunners, and first one, then another roar came, the shells ent shrieking on their errands and bursting just where it w a s intended they should. Again startled y ell s answered, and then half a dozen more shells went crashing into the timber on the other side. "Give them a couple of shots just at dawn, Bene' diet, and the other camps will do the same to sh o w th.em that we hav e guns at each ford "We will camp at the ford s for a couple of da y s yet, and then return b y easy marches to the fort, for I do not believe a red s kin will venture acros s the river for a long while to come E h Co d y?" I do not think so either, sir unle ss Eagle, the outlaw, puts them up to some act of de v iltry, wa s the scout's answer, and after a snack the lieutenant and his two companions returned to their own camp. The stay o f the comma nd s at the ford s was continued for three day s longer, and ever y morning and evening what t!ie troo ps c a lled the s unri se and s unset guns" were fir e d a cro ss the ri ver at the Indian camps, the guns being loaded with shell. Since the first night of the firing n q t an Indian J had been seen or heard. They w ere either gone o r in hiding further off. Sergeant Fallon volunteered to go across and dis cover, making the site of the three fords in the night along the trail upon the other side, but Lieutenant Worth said that he did not care to have him take any more chances. Then the sergeant said it would be well for him to cross just where he had before, and let the Indians feel that he was still trying to serv e them, also gi,v ing th<:!m another ghost story about the troops -in tending to remain for some time. Thus urged, the lieutenant yielded, and, rigging out in his Indian costume once more, Sergeant Fallon rode slowly away from the fort after supper one night. Lieutenant v Vorth and B'uffalo Bill accompanied him to the river, and then waited It w 1s bright m o onli ght, and the other shore co uld be pl inly seen, the officer and the scout watching the sergeant all the way acros s and until he disappeared in the shadows of the other side. They waited two hours before they saw him co.me again into s ight. He rode into the river came across and joined the m b a ck in the s hado ws o n the ridge. "Have the y gone, serg e ant?" asked the officer. "No, sir, they are there, only camped well back, and with half-a-do z en brav e s on guard at a time, while their force now numbers a couple of hundred m e n at each ford. " Give me the location of their camp and we will t oss a s hell o ver there in the morning." P a rd o n me, lieuten ant," sa id Buffalo Bill, "but that wo uld comp ro mi s e the sergeant, as they would under s t a nd that throug h him onl y the location could coul d be e n found o ut." "You a re ri ght, Cody, and it wo uld not do ." "You could hardl y reach there as it is sir, for they are well protected; but, M r. Cody says, it might brin g s u s picion upon me and I was received in a mo s t friendl y manner." "Was Iron Eyes there?" "No s ir ; he is back at the v illa g e and Death Face commands fiv e hundred warriors at the pass where they wo uld hope t o c h ec k your a d v ance with the brav e s w ho wo uld retr ea t fro m the fords, and others who would come from the camp

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' THE BUff'!tLO BILL STORIES. "They have planned well Indeed sir, and are in dread of your advance for they think you have twothirds of the force from the fort. Fighting Bird is in command at the ford here, and he is a plucky, able chief. The shots did some damage at each ford, for half-a-dozen warriors were killed opposite to us two at the upper camp and one at the lower, while a s core were wounded, as the shells dropped right into their midst. Then, too, they lost a number of ponie s by \ the shelling \ "We did do some service then, at random. \"Yes, sir, and they will be most cautious about recrossing the river for some time to come." "I hope they will not allow us to rust in camp." "No danger of that, lieutenant, for they are In dians and they will break out in a new spot when they think you have forced them to lie quiet," remarked Buffalo Bill. "There is one thing I did not l i ke lieutenant. "What is that, sergeant?" "The outlaw chief has left the camps." "Indeed?" "Yes sir. "When did he leave?" "The day after my vis it sir "Where 'did he go?" "I was told by Fighting Bird that the outlaw seemed sorry to have trusted me after I left and told Iron Eyes so Iron Eyes and Death F a ce lau g hed at him, and he said that he had made a mistake, but would rectify it a nd s oon after he left the camp. I / sked where he had gone, but Fighting Bird said he did not know ; but he thought to the village of the meaning Pioneer Cit y." "But h e would not d a re to cro ss the ford s "It se ems s ir that be kn ows o f an other ford u p the ri ver to which n o trail lea ds, but wh ere there i s really a g o o d c ro s s in g, .;md he went there. He wished to lead a band of warriors around that way to attack the upper camp but the Indians were t o o much afraid o f the bi g gu!Js t o liste n t o it. "It's well for us th e y were; but would he dare go to Pioneer Cit y, where he mu s t b e known?" 'Yes, lieuten ant, for you kno w he always wore a mask as an outlaw, and no one s aw his face. "His face not known in Pioneer City, and I never saw it it tha t I know of," the scout remarked. "But is he mas ked now? "No, sir." J "Then you saw his face?" "I did, sir, and I would know it again if I met his ghos t in H a de s," was the sergeant' s emphatic re sponse for a moment did he break out from his ac cu s tomed quiet mien. "Des cribe him serg e ant, please." "A man s i x feet in height, si (, built like an Adonis, herculean in strength, and with a dark, intellectuGJ face, cynical, stern and very handsome, but for its look of cruelty. "He has a long, dark mustache, and his hair hangs upon his shoulders. ''He i s a very striking-lookingman, sir and worthy of a better calling to judge by his appearance." \iVell, I hope to have a close look at him some day; but what do you think he went to Pioneer City for? "I told you s ir of his intended letter to my daughter, and a s it seem s he grew suspicious of me, my idea i s tha t he has gone there to plot to get her into hi s power at once. " B y the Lord H arry, but you may be right, sergeant. W e will brea k camp at da ylight and push for the fort. C o me I'll se nd couriers to the otl1er camps to move also and the three returned at a gallop to the camp. CHAPTER V. THE RETURN. When the three forces got under way they m a rched at a sp e e d accordin g to the distance they had to travel, that all might make the same camp the fir s t night on the way. T he comma nd fro m the l o w e r ford made twenty m iles, and, ca m p in g early they were joined in the a fternoon b y th e p a r ty under Li 'eutenant \!Vorth. At dark t h e third c o mm a nd under Lieutenant Percy c a me in a nd Walter \!Vorth surv eyed his little army with consi d e r a bl e pride at bein g the superior officer W he n th ey pulle d out fr o m camp early the next morning, s eein g that the n e w s that the outlaw had gone t o Pionee r Cit y mad e Sergeant Fallon anxious, he s aid to him: "Sergeant, you and Buffalo Bill can pu s h on ahead to the fort, for the command cannot get in to-night without crowding the horses ver.y hard and riding l a te, and there is no necessity for either."

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THE BU ff ALO BILL STOR ES. 8 Th_ e face of the sergeant brightened at the order The words of the sergeant fairly startled the of the and he said : colonel and he looked anxiously toward the scout "Thank you, s!r; I shall be most happy to go on and said: ahead." Cody, the sergeant is too deeply moved to speak. "Say to Colonel Carr I will arriv e with the com"Tell me yourself what this means?" mand to-morrow, not caring to pus h the cattle." "It means, colonel," answered Buffalo Bi.ll, "that "Y. es, sir," and the sergeant at once reported to while in the Indian lines Sergeant Fallon had a long Buffalo Bill what the lieutenant had said and th!! two talk with Eagle, the outlaw leader, and became his / started off at, a pace more than double that at which ally in an intended capture of himself, the sergeant, the troops were traveling, retarded as they were by and Miss Fallon. A compact was entered into be-the gtms, a couple of ambulances and some pack tween them, as I understood it from Sergeant Falloql, mules. that he should inveigle himself and Miss Fallon to The sun was yet t h e horizon when the sen-take the coach to Pioneer City, and he would hold tinel on the watch tower reported the coming of two it up and capture them. horsemen by the trail leading to the Indian coun"The outlaw had seen Miss Fallon' s papers and try. letters when she was his captive, copied the address The coming of the scout and Sergeant Fallon w a s of her law yer and secreted a letter of his so as to soon reported to the colonel. forge his writing and signature. The stories were told as known to the reader, the "A letter to her was to be written from Pioneer sergeirnt telling his fir s t and both were listened to City, pretending to come from the law yer and say with the greatest attention by the colonel who in g a s he wa s la id up and unable to come to the fort, said: she must come to him on a most important legal "Sergeant, your daring and g a llant conduct s hall matter that he would explain be reported with a strong recommenda tion added to I s ee it all, and she has fallen into the trap, for it o't:hers already sent to Washing ton, for your promo-wa s to Pioneer City that the outlaw went to carry tion to a lieutenancy." out his infernal plot. Sergeant, you hive my deep"I thank you sir." s ympathy and we will do all we can to rescue "It will be a well-won appointment, ser g eant, but, your daughter, I a ssure you I as you reques t it, it will be be s t to s a y as little as p os I feel that, s ir ; but she is now in that man's power, sible about your g o in g into the Indian lines, as it and--" might re ach the ears of the outlaw, who you say left Col o nel Carr, may I offer a suggestion?" said the after your firs t vis it pres umably going to Buffalo Bill s uddenly. Pioneer City." 'Out with it, Cody." "Yes, sir." "The outl a w crossed the ri ver at a point beyond "Then he will be up to more deviltry I fear; but, the upper ford, the Indians told the sergeant, at a sesergeant, your daughter is not here, you know, or cret ford known to him alone. h a d you heard of her departure?" N o w I believe he carried Indians along with "My daughter not here, sir?" and Sergeant Fal-h i m s o a trail will be left, and if he has captured Miss Ion's face turned to the hue of death Lucille he will most surery take her to the village "Don't be alarmed, man, for she only went by of old Iron Eyes, for nowhere else could he carry her J ayk Jessop's coach this morning t'ci Pioneer City to in safety." see her lawyer, who wrote to her that he was laid up "Yes, Cody_." there with rheumf tism, and wished both of you to "If he held up the coach to-day. it was on the other come on there. s ide of Canon River bridge, and it is as far for him "As she did not know when you would return, she to ride from there to his secret crossing of the r iver went alone; but what ails you sergeagt ?" as it is for us to go down frnm here, and by hard rid"My God, Co}onel Carr, that letter was a trick of ing we could get there first, sir begging your parthe outlaw chief to get my child into his clutches don, if we could start at once push through and again," gasped the sergeant. meet Lieutenant Worth, we could--"

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10 THE BUFF .ALO BILL STORIES. "Cody, yoi.1 have hit the nail on the head, and you and the sergeant shall start within half an hour on your ride. "You, sergeant, can ride my best charger, Spur, for he needs exercise, and Lieutenant Worth will go back with you and take what men he deems neces sary, leaving the command to Lieutenant Percy to bring on Say to Lieutenant Worth, sergeant, that 'ruch is my wish. "Let him pick his horses, and you should reach in time to-night to get a short rest there for yours, and be away all together at dawn." "We will, sir, and I thank you deeply for your great kindness Vv e will start within half an hour, sir, but I dislike to force Scout Cody and others on such a hard ride," said Sergeant Fallon, earnestly. Oh, don't mind me, sergeant, for I've had more rest of late than I wanted," said Buffalo Bill dryly. "Well, now be off, and remember, sergeant, you are to ride my horse, Spur." "Thank you, sir," and with wishes for their suc cess, the colonel saw them depart hastily for their respective quarters. The long ride they had had was fqrgotten by both men, for what did they care for fatigue when it was to save Lucille from the power of the hated outlaw chief. Buffalo Bill hastened to his quarters to change his clothing, and order two of his best horses brought out, for the scout was noted for the splendid animals he always had ready for use. One of them he intended to ride, the other to be used as a pack animal, and he ordered a good supply of provisions put in the pack saddle, and within an hour after leaving the colonel's quarters he was ready for the tr. ail. He had his supper, and just at dark rode up to the sergeant's quarters. "Time, sergeant, time!". he called. The colonel's magnificent roan Spur, was there, with the sergeant's saddle and bridle on, and there was a place in the pack saddle for what the soldier wished to carry along. These were stowed away and the two friends rode out of the fort side by side, the pack horse traveling behind. The traps of the horsemen had been so divided up that the saddle horses had only the weight of the riders, the pack animal carrying the balance. They were gazed upon as they rode away back' un the trail they had come the soldiers wondehng at their going so soon after their return. As they left the gate, the scout urged his horse into a slow canter, the sergeant's and the pack horse settling down to the same steady pace. Thus they went on their way through the darkness, leaving mile after mile behind them. "We will reach the camp tly midnigpt, sergeant, and that will give our horses and ourselves a good rest until dawn, and allow Lieutenant VVorth ample time to select his men." "\!\That number do you think he will take, Mr.' Cody?" "I should say six of my men, and as many soldiers, and this, with the lieutenant and ourselves, will give us fifteen." "Enough, if \Vorth picks the men " Which he will do and yet a few more would not be amiss." \Veil, suggest it, for he is most reasonable." "He is, indeed and one of the bravest and most brilliant young officers I ever knew "You are right there, and he is making his waY, well to the front." Seeing that they were not distressing their horses, the two kept them at a still more rapid pace, and jt was just before midnight that they dashed up to the camp. Lieutenant Worth was at once aroused and the situation explained to him, and before the sergeant could t leliver the colonel's message he cried:" "I'll take a score of men and go back with you, for that villain must be run down. You know your men best, Cody, so pick out from the three commands together here ten of your best scouts, and let them take the finest horses, whether their own or not. You, Sergeant Fallon, pick a corporal and ten troopers and see that they get the very best mounts. The quartermaster shall at once get supplies for a couple of weeks' stay for we must go well prepared, and--" I go, too, Lieutenant. vVorth for I shall be needed cried Surgeon Denmead, who was present at the interview. Ah, Denmead, always the right n : an in the right place and I am glad you spoke, for I will be glad to have you along."

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T'HE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 11 "Now, prepare all, for we must be in the saddle within the hour." There was no use saying wait dawn, for the dashing young cavalry officer sai?: "'vVe will go ten miles on our way and then camp, for I'll feel then. as though we had started. If your horses are blown, Cody, you can take others." "I'll ride another, sir, as will Sergeant Fallon, and take an extra pack horse, too, so the three we pushed to the camp here can run loose and thus rest." "Yes, and I've or1dered half-a-dozen extras driven along loose in case of breakdowns, for there must liie no delay on this ride." The party who were to make the ride then had supper, and in just one hour after the arrival of Buf falo Bill and the sergeant in camp, the party, twentyfive all told and thirty-five horses, rode off on their expedition to rescue Lucille Fallon. "Set the pace, Cody, and don't make it too slow," said Lieutenant Worth, and Buffalo Bill rode to the front, the sergeant with him. Behind rode Lieutenant Worth and Surgeon Denmead, then the corporal and his troopers, the pack horses and extras following, and the scouts bringing up the rear in two detachments, under Will Palmer and Hugh Hardin respectively. When ten miles had been passed over Buffalo Bill began to look for a camping-place, when Lieutenant Worth called out: "The horses are all right, Cody, so give them another hour of it, and we'll reach a good. halting place." .. Another hour was given them, and the scout led the command to a fine camp where water, grass and wood were plentiful. They quickly staked out the animals, one scout was put on duty, with orders to call a relief after one hour, and he to do likewise, until four hours had passed, when breakfast would be eaten and the resumed. The men threw themselves down upon their blan kets a'nd were soon fast asleep. Feeling that all was being done that was possible for the rescue of his daughter, Sergeant Fallon, knowing his need of rest, followed Buffalo Bill's ex ample and dropped off into a deep slumber. Two soldiers and two scouts were a wakened by .the sentinel to get breakfast, and the others were al-lowed to sleep on until it was ready. The meal disposed of, the horses were saddled, and, mounting, away they stared on another mad rjde Buffalo Bill was leading the command as guide and scout, and constantly by his side kept Sergeant Fallon, while Lieutenant Worth and Dr. Denmead were not far in the rear. The halt was made at noon, but not for two hou rs, as a consultation and look at the horses showed that, they were not yet used up, save two, that were left behind. "They will get a rest when we reach the river tonight, so push them for all they are worth, Bill," said the lieutenant. "Yes, sir; and we must reach the river while it is daylight to find that trail; and so wait there, for he may come up in the night and go across," answered Buffalo Bill. The halt was, therefore, made at noon for an hour only, and yet the horses were stripped and rubbed down while they fed. Then the party mouJJted again and pushed on, the scout setting even a faster pace than before He was determined to strike the river above the upper ford and from there up look for the trail coming out the outlaw crossed. To do this, hard riding must be made Another horse dropped out during the afternoon, and a second soon after. They were left by the trail side Buffalo Bill glanced back to see if he was pushing too hard, but the lieutenant waved him on, and the sergeant's face brightened, as said, in a low tone: "God bless that noble young man. "Oh, he's got the nerve to push to the end," an swered Buffalo Bill, and as he spoke Lieutenant \i\T or th called out: "Your horses can stand the strain, Bill, so you and the sergeant push on ahead, and I'll send what men after you I can pick out with the best ani mals. "The rest of us can follow, but you go on and try and pick up the trail." The splendid animals ridrlen by Buffalo Bill and the sergeant were yet capable of hard work, as was also the one ridden by Lieutenant Worth, but he felt that he had better remain with the meli. So he picked out several of the scouts whose

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ta 1HE BUFF .hLO BILL STOF(lf:S. horses seemed less distressed; and told them to push on with their chief. So on went Buffalo Bill, the sergeant and four scouts following, the rest bringing up the rear at a slower pace. Buffalo Bill 15)0ked back and saw that they were the commp.nd fast enough for the good of the animals, and so held at the reserved pace he had set. / On, on, they went, halting at a brook for a few \ swallows of water, again a few mouthfuls of grass, apd then on more. The river at last came in sight as they descended a ridge. They had crossed the trail leading back from the upper ford half an hour before. Riding down from the ridge, they reached the river just three rr.iles above the ford. Here they halted for a moment, two of the scouts' horses having failed them. Tlie animals were all pantir1g like hc>ttnds, and the riders relieved them of their weight, and began to go on foot along the river bank1 the scotit remark ing: "There is certainly no crossing between us and the fot'd, for I have ridden this far above it several times bef01 :e. "It is above that the secret crossing is, and the outlaw would hardly have risked it had it been nearer to where the soldiers' camp was." "So I think," the sergeant remarked. So on they went, the scout and sergeant walking rapidly and viewing every foot of ground, while the scouts followed behind leading their horses Thus a mile had been gone over, and the face of the sergeant grew anxious, for he saw that the sun was drawing near the horizon. Buffalo Bill's face was placid, for he never relieved his thoughts, no matter what was his distress of mind; yet he, too, vvatched the declining sun with anxious eyes. On they went, limberi11g up their legs from long riding by rapid walking. I At last they came to a nse, when the scout halted. He saw that there were two ridges rt.tnning to the river, a deep ravine between them. Across. the river he saw that there was a sandba;, and a point of sand stretched out into the stream, the swift floJV being on the side where they stood. The channel here looked narrow, too, and, examining the water, it appeared to be more shallow than above and below. 'Sergeant." "Yes, Mr. Cody." "I think here is the crossing.'' "The same thought was mine, sir." "Of course, they would have to swim their horses for several hundred yards, but by riding out upon that sandbar which is well above, they would land, forced down by the current, about at this ravine-in fact, if they were 'swept by, would not land at all." "If they crossed from this side, sir?" ''They would have to ride in yonder above at that. bteak in the bank, and that would bring them on the sandbar point. I will go there and see if they could get down to the river, while you look down in the ravine for their trail," and the scout started on his way, to sddenly call out to the sergeant, who was climbing down the ravine: "Here is the trail coming out, and there were a score of them.'' The sergeant, at the call of Btiffalo Bili, hastened to where he stood. He was passing around the descent to the river be tween the two ridges, and had found a trail. Reaching the spot, the trail was there, made by all of t\vo dozen horses, they decided afler an examination. "It goes straight down the ravine to the river, and was as you said, the landing when they rode in from the bar. "Yes, sergeant. ''We will leave the boys here and go On to that break up yonder, for there is where I feel sure they must cross, ancl, if my memory serves me right, there is no other for many a long mile apove." Calling to the scouts to halt there where. they were Buffalo Bill and the sergeant pushed rapidly on to the break in the bank, nearly a mile above. They reached it just as the sun touched the hori zon, and a glance showed that it was a ravine like the one below, narrow, rocky and steep. But from that point a descent into the river could rapidly be made, and as the stream had a bend there, a swim would carry them across for a landing on the sandbar below. Going around to the he?.d of the Buffalo

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t l'HE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 13 Bill and the sergeant came to a halt, as though they had been shot at. "My God!" exclaimed the sergeant. "Too late!" said Buffalo Bill. "They have crossed," and the sergeant's face was white. "Yes, not two hours ago, from the looks of the trail. "That man knows the secret pass through Skele ton Range, or he could never have reached here in this time, for that 'cuts off all of thirty miles in coming from the Overland Trail to the upper ford." "Yes, I have followed the regular trail, long ago, hut knew of no secret pass." "There is one, however, as an old trapper once led me through it. The outlaw must have known it to have reached her' e before us, riding as we have, for, remember, it is just twenty-four hours since we left the fort, and we have cotne a little over a hundred miles." "'Very true, we have done our duty, but in vain for my daughter is still in that man's power and has been carried on to the Indian carr:p in the' moun tains." "I fear so." "vYhat can we do now?" "I'll tell you. "We came here on foot, so have left rto trail. We will go to the lower ravine and join the boys, then draw off fdr a catnp, for horses and men must rest." "True." "We passed a spot some distance back that will make a splendid camp, back from the river, and where the fires cannot be seen by the Indians, who must still be guarding the fords." "Yes." "Now to see if this trail was made by the same party, for I took notice of peculiarities I can readily discover, as the1e were two shod hors<:s, and large animals, the others being ponies." "That means the outlaw ; s two horses and the ponies of the Indian allies." "Just that," and the two began to examine the t rail. "Yes, here are the tracks of the two ironshod horses, Mr. Cody." "There are more shod more, sergeant -and that means-" "The six horses of the stage coach," quickly interrupted the sergeant. "Just that." "That tells the story,1 then, for the other tracks agree. It is growing dark, sb let us hurry back and make a camp for the tired men." They walked rapidly back down the river bank, joined the two scouts awaiting them, and told the sad story to them that they were-"Too late!" ( I :Mounting their horses they rode back in the gath/ ering twilight for a mile, when they met the other tvvo scouts, who had dropped back on account of their horses. They had halted just where the scout intended to make the night camp, and seeing that the place was thoroughly sheltered, they began to build fires. Just as the fires began to burn well, the command came in sight, and the tired horses gained courage and hastened on. They were soon all there, the stragglers dropping in l:me by one, and a sadness fell upon all as they heard the ill-omened words: "Too late." Lieutenant Worth listened with stern face and flashing eyes. Then he said: "Our first duty is to care for our worn-out caftle. "Then we will ha v e supper, and, afterward, hOld a council of war, Bill, and decide what must be done, for Miss Fallon shall be rescued; yes, and that vil lain Lamar must be hanged. "Those two duties must and shall be dotie.'1 CHAPTER VI. THE FORGED LETTER. Lucille Fallon was s1.1rptised when she received a letter by mail, posted at Pioneer city, and addressed in the well-known hand of her lawyer. It was short, and merely told her that \:ettain legal technicalities having arisen that required her signa ture, and her father's, M papers he held, he had de cided to come himself and get them, and had reached Pioneer City, where, on account of an attack of matism, he was compelled to halt and ask the sergeant and herself to come to him. Lucille expressed her surprise that any business had been so important as to bring the lawyer out to

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14 l'HE BUFFALO B ILL STOR I ES. the Wild West, but $he concluded to go, and regreted the absence of her father. Perhaps she could do without him, and, if not, she would urge the lawyer t'o return with her to the fort, where he would be well cared for. There were no other passengers, and with a small satchel as her only baggage, she mounted to the box with Jack J esso p and rolled away from the fort. She enjoyed the bright morning and beautiful scenery immensely, and Jack was glad to entertain fair companion. The bridge was crossed over the river, and then began the pull up a long hill. Suddenly, as though by magic, a score of forms arose, it appeared from the ground. 1 They came from behind trees and rocks, and they came like so many apparitions. They. were all dressed in buckskin, wore slouch hats and masks, w hile they carried rifles in their hands and were armed with a belt of weapons as well. They were all on foot, save one. That one was mounted on a fine horse, and ca1'1e Ot.Jt from behind. a group of rocks. He sat his horse splendidly, wore a belt of arms, but carried no rifle. A broad sombrero sheltered his head, his hair fell upon his shoulders, and he was dressed in a black suit with gold-coin buttons. His face was masked completely, and his hands were covered with red _gauntlet gloves. There was no mistaking the man, for it was Cap tain Eagle, chief of the Red Hand Riders. "That imp of Satan, ther chief o' ther Red Hands, by all that's holy!" growled Jack Jessop. Lucille turned yet remained perfectly calm, while she said: "He has little to rob me of, Jack." Up to the coach rode the chief, while he bent low in his saddle and said : "We havelthe pleasure of meeting, Miss Fallon." "The pleasure is all yours, sir." "And, Jack, you and I have met before," resumed the chief, paying no attention to Lucille's sarcastic reply to his salutation. "Yes, and day we'll meet once too often for your good, cap," said Jack. "Well, what have you aboard to interest me, other than the fair lady 011 the box with you?" "Nothing, for I is running light; but I was m hopes you was dead." "Oh, no; I am still on deck, as you see. "But have you no dust from the mines on board?" "Not an ounce." "No money?" "This hain't after pay time, as you knows, so no money goes East on this run." "Well, I believe you, but I shall search your old hearse, all the same." He called to his followers, atad they completely surrounded the coach. Then he began the search personally. "What is in these boxes in the rear boot?" "Weapons sent to Colone'. Buck from the fort sut-ler; he ordered 1 hem." "They are treasure. Give me your hatchet." The driver passed it down, and, knocking open the boxes, the chief said: Good! repeating rifles and revolvers-just what I need; yes, and ammunition, too, with bowie knives and belts. Ah! here are a couple of fine sad dles anq bridles, too, and a roll of superb serapes. Why, Jack, I am in luck, especially as a decoy letter I wrote got Miss Fallon into my power, though I regret to see that her father is not along. "Miss Fallon, the letter from your lawyer I forged. It has done its duty." When the outlaw chief spoke of the letter Lucille's face flushed, and her eyes brigh.tened with indigna tion and anger. She knew that she was the victim of a plot, and quick as a flash she whipped out from her belt a small reYolver and threw it forward, her finger upon the trigger. There was no tremor of the hand, the act was one of determined intel1tion to kill the man, and she would have done so then and there, fo\ he was caught wholly off his guard, had not Jack Jessop struck up her hand just as she pulled trigger. The bullet, as it was, cut through .the corner of the chief's sqmbrero. "A close call, that. "Jack Jessop, you saved my life, so I'll not kill you, as I intended to do; that act saved you." "I didn't do it for you, but to save her," Jack. "Oh, I know your intention, but the act was the same, for you saved me from death.

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' THE BU ff ALO BILL STORIES. Fallon; you are as quick as a flash as a drawer, and a ready hand with a revolver. You owe it to Jack Jessop that you do not uffer for your intended taking of my life, for my men would have been quickly revenged upon you. Give me that weapon, please." She sat, white, silent and almost despairing. But she turned and handed the weapon to Jack Jessop, who in turn surrendered it with his own weapons to the chief. "Get off the box, Jack." The man obeyed. "Now, Mi ss Fallon, do you also alight." She also obeyed. "Jack, I shall put these irons on your ankles. You can walk with them, for the chain is a foot long, but slowly. You will have to walk to the next station, and you'll hardly reach there before night. I need your horses, so will take them, and I have pack ani-.mals along, too, for the plunder. "Miss Fallon, I have a horse with side saddle for you, so you see I came prepared, even to good food for you, a canvas shelter and blankets." "You intend to take me a prisoner?" said Lucille. "i certainly do, and hold you until I get the big ransom I shall demand." "My poor, poor father." "He is fortunate in not having come with you." "Jack, there is no help for it, so I'll make the best_ of and Lucille turned to the driver. "Tell my father what happened, and to arrange for the ransom, -as he can do, provided it is not too large, for there is a limit, you know, and I am not of age yet, so funds cannot be readily gotten beyond a certain sum. Tell him not to delay, for I wi.sh my freedom, and attempt no rescue, but pay the ransom. Good-by, Jack," and Lucille held out her hand. "You is the gamest leetle gal I ever seen," said Jack Jessop, and the tears came into his eyes, and, turning to the outlaw, he continued: "Some day ther/ll come a settlement for your red deeds, and cruel treatment of this leetle lady, and I'd show you no more mercy than I would a snake." The chief laughed, snapped the irons on Jack's ankles, then continued his search of the coach, taking several things of value. Then he called to his silent to bring up horses, and to strip the team of the harness. They quickly did so, and a horse was led up with a lady's saddle. Lucille sprang to her seat without aid, making the remark in an indifferent tone: "It is lucky I wore my riding habit, fearing some accident." The things from the coach, arms and other arti cles, with the harness, cushions and rubber cover ings, were soon packed on the horses, the chiei mounted, and, turning to the driver, said: ''Good-by, J "I will not leave you unarmed, so here is your belt again. "My compliments to Buffalo Bill, and tell him that some day I'll get his scalp With a wave of the hand he rode off, leaving Jack Jessop gazing after them, his eyes full of tears at the fate of poor Lucille, whom he was powerless to aid. But Jack did .not hesitate long, for he at once turned his steps down the trail toward Pioneer City, carrying the mails, which had not been disturbed, upon his back. He could not walk fast, ironed as he vyas, and it was night when he reached the relay station, utterly exhausted. But he quickly had the ir9n chain hammered in two by the stock tender, ari.d, mounting a horse, the manacles still about his ankles, he rode on to Pio neer City and reported what had happened, starting out at once again with a harnessed team after his coach. The stock tender at the station he had sent off .at full speed to the fort .to report the affair to Colonel Carr. The stock tender reached the fort after midnight, and, half an hour after, a lieutenant with his troop and six of Buffalo Bill's scouts had started for Monument Hill to pick up the trail of the outlaws at dawn, and follow it, Colonel Carr believing that he could thus aid Lieutenant Worth and his party. who were pushing on to the river to head off the lawless band. Jack Jessop took his dismantled coach into Pio neer City with all haste, and then went to a blacksmith to get his manacles removed. He found the town all excitement over the affair, and learned from Colonel Buck, the stage agent there, that. a stranger had come into Pioneer City and purchased a side saddle and a lot of brovisions

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES:. and other things, remammg but a short while and stating that he was from the Fort Advance settle. ment. "That man was the outlaw," s aid Jack Jessop. "And he was right. ""' CHAPTER VII. '\ THE FLIGHT. The outlaw chief placed himself by the side of L u as they started away, and she said, quickly : "There is no possible chance of my escape, so ride qn ahead and I will follow you." "You do not wish me by your side?" ."I do not." "I wish to talk to you." ,f "I do not care to converse with you." "But I have something of importance to say." I do not care to hear it." "But you must, and the trail admits of two riding abreast now and will not later on and I will not disturb you long." "I have no power to enforce my wish." "I shall ask the sum of just thirty thousand dollars for: your ran s om, and when that is paid you shall go free." "You will not get it." "Why?" "Well, though I have property of considerable value, neither my lawyer and guardian, nor myself. can get money on it until a certain time, and the cash that can be gotten is just that which is left over from the sum appropriated to pay certain fees, my schooling and living." "And 'Nhat does that amount to?" "Abottt eighteen thousand dollars." "Somehow, I believe you, so I will take vvhat I can get. Twenty thousand, then, shall be the price, for the balance can be raised, doubtless your father has it, and when that is paid, you shall go free. I shall arrange all matters so as to place no difficulties in the way, and meanwhile you shall treated with every respect, and given what comforts I can allow you." There was something in the manner of the outlaw toward her that Lucille could not understand, and that was his marked respect. When it grew near sunset he ordered a halt, sought a secluded spot for his captive, had her can/ vas she lter put up, and p lacecl before lie r a good suir per, after which he left her, with the words: "I shall halt for four hours, and then it shall be six more in the saddle, so get what rest you can. She enjoyed her supper, spread her blankets, and was soon fast A call awakened her, c>nd, fifteen minutes after, they were again in the saddle, this time the c)lief riding ahead of her, his masked followers coming along behind "Why do they mask still? for they are all Indians, I have discovered," she said to the chief. "You are not so surt! of that." "Oh, I was the confident reply I wasn't born in the 'vVest, but I know an Indian when I se e one. Another long ride through the darkness of six hours, and the chief called a halt, two hours before dawn. Again Lucille was placed in a secludfd spot, her shelter put up and she was made comfortable, the chief remarking: "Vv e will not move for five hours this time, so you will have another rest, so make the best of it." Again she slept soundly, and when she awoke the sun was shining brightly. Sh. e at once realized het position, and sighed. But she went to a rivulet near and made her toilet, then sat down on a rock and ate the breakfast the chief had cooked. He had kill ed a deer, and gave her a nice steak, some bacon broiled on the coals a cri sp hoecake and cup of coffee in which there was some condensed milk and sugar he had brought from Piorieer City. She ate heartily mounted her horse and again took her place behipd the chief, who remarked, quietly: "As you can see through masks, Miss Falion, I told my men to take them off." "Yes, they are Indians, and a cruel-looking lot they are, though with hearts tha.t are not' as evil as their master's, for their training has been to kill tor ture and rob an enemy, yours far different." He bit hi s lip, but made no reply, and again rode to the front. After a short while he said : "Buffalo Bill and youl"father are up at the fords with Lieutenant 'vVorth, hunting Indians, as you doubtless kno\v. Jack Jessop got in during the

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I ; .,, THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. nlght, and do ubtl ess sent word of the hold-up of the coach both to the fort -.i.nd to Pioneer City, so that the troops, if sent at on the trail, have now reach ed Monument Hill." "On your trail?" "Yes, but a long distance behind, for we are over forty miles from the hill, and before night I shall cross the river intq the Indian country, as I know of a secret trail over the mountain range you see ahead of us which will cut off half a day's hard ride, and treat you to a view of some magnificent scenery as well." "You very thoughtful to treat me ... to grand scenery under sm;:h circumstances." "Vv ell, I wish to make your captivity as pleasant to you as possible; but I have to ride hard, as L will onl y feel safe when I get you across the river." "Anq I shall be less safe." "You will be all right, for I wiil ta ke yo u up into the village of the old chief, Iron Eyes, and there is a good cabin there whiCh no Indian will live in. It was built by a renegade white man who fled with his family to the Indians and was adopted into the tribe. The man, his wife and the children died off, and th. eir cabin still remains there in good condition, furnished as they left it, for they brought all their furniture with them in their flight." "I shall appreciate being separated from the Indians at least." "Oh, yes, you will be free from them, for the tepees neares t the cabin are not occupied, but all used to store pelts, food and the hundred and one things an Indian snakes in. It is, in fact, the store village, and the nearest living tepee to you is that of the young chief, Death Face, and you can trust him, for he is of a most chivalrous nature. "The other Indians will not go near you, I'll see to that, so you will be alone; but that will not mean that you will have a chance to escape, as that would be impossible for a man to do, let alone a young girl." Lucille marie no reply, and the chief did not again b reak the silence until they had climbed the moun tain range by a most dangerous path. The outlaw h a l ted as he neared the tdp of the range, having asked Lucille not to look behind her until he told her to do so, as he did not wish to spoil her view. She wheeled her hors e and glartced behind her, and an exclamation of del ight burst from her lips. Long she gazed in perfect rapture, and forgetful of herself, a,s she beheld miles of mountain, valley and plain sce nery. The chief said: "That little grove there shall be your noonday camping-place, directly upon the summit of the mountain, so that yo u can see in every direction. ., Down on the other side, a few hundr:ed yards, is a plateau, a valley in the mountain top, with a stream, running through it, and there we shall go oi;i ar; halt for there is good grass foi the horses. Whe1. you get tired of the view come to where we are, andot dinner will be ready." Reaching the little grove of pines Lucille again 1 cried out in admiration, for before her now was a still grander view, for, flowing through a vast valley, was a large river. "Do you see yonder mountains, miles below the i:iver ?" ''Yes. "It is there that the Indian village is, and that will be the end of our trail. l "Just there, where you see a bald hill by the river, is where we will cross by a ford but very few know of, for none of my Indians know of it, and it is one no one could find, save by accident, as I did by seeing a herd of deer take to the water and swim across "Something frightened them on the other side a pac k of wolves, I think-and th y swam back again landing at another point below. It showed me a crossing-place, and I let several of my men into the secret and used to se nd couriers that way to and from my retreat to the Indian village. As the known fords are now guarded by troops, we will cross this way, if you are not too much "And if I am you will go to the regular ford?" "Oh, no; I am no fool, to run upon the so ldier s." "vVhat will you do if I have not the nerve to go across?" "Simply go around by a ford that will give us two days' hard travel." "Never mind me, then; cross by the secret ford, for I can venture it if you can." The outlaw then rode on, leading her horse, the Indians having gone to the camping-place. Lucille was alone on the mountain top, and gazed her in rapt admiration.

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18 THE BUFFA LO BILL STORIES. At last she said: "If I had my horse and a good start, I would risk finding my way back to the Overland Trail, for I watched all along closely, and my horse would retrace his tracks, I believe. "But, no, I must accept the situation as it is, and take things as they come. "The outlaw, from what he says, seems to think t he fords are guarded by a large force, so I will not undeceive him. cilh.-"Even now my father may be within a few miles of "1 ?., and, oh! if he only knew." on weakened for a moment, but quickly raliied her emotions and continued her gaze for quite a "Nhile. ( f -I Then she strolled about the mountain top, plucked a few wild flowers clinging among the rocks, and next started down to the camp with the remark: "Ah! I get the odors of boiling bacon and coffee, r the wind blows up from the camp. It makes me hungry, so I'll go tdown to dinner." Down she went, to soon come upon the trail, and she was glad to find dinner ready and enjoyed it. Mounting again, the chief said: "We must ride hard now, for the river will have to be behind us when the sun sets. "Are you very tired, Miss Fallon?" "Oh, no." So on they went at a very slow pace for several miles in going down the mountail), and then when they struck good tra'veling, they pushed rapidly on, the chief not sparing the horses now. The sun was over an hour high when the river came into view. A halt was made to cool the horses off a little then, riding down a steep ravine to the water, the chief said: "I'll take your bridle rein here, Miss Fallon. Per mit me to fold this rubber blanket around your feet and form, and you will not get in the least wet. Let your horse have full rein and do not be alarmed. "I am not in the least alarmed," was the reply, and she permitted the chief to fold the rubber blanket about her in such a way that she would not get wet when her horse was back deep in swimming Then the chief rode in, she followed, her horse led, and the Indians came behind with the pack horses. The animals began to swim almost immediatel)i, aud the brave girl rather enjoyed the scene than dreaded it. After a long swim a sa,ndbar was reached, landed in safety, and, not to. let the horses get colCl; the chief pushed on for a couple of miles and went into camp, with the remark: "We are safe now, Miss Fallon, and you can rest through the night." CHAPTER VIII. IN THE INDIAN VILLAGE. What the outlaw called safety was for himself and the Indians alone, and far from it for poor Lucille. Ht believed that the three fords were guarded still that he might run upon a scouting party from tbe soldiers' camps at any moment, and he did not feel at ease until he had crossed the river w'ith his captive It was bold in him to venture so near the upper ford believing a party of soldiers to be there, yet he knew that the wild nature of the country thro'ugh which the river flowed above, would keep him froin crossing for many a long mile, and, for Lucille's sake alone, to his credit be it said, he wished to cross by the unknown ford, though, strictly speaking, it was not a ford, but a place where a horse or 1an might get over by swimming. Lucille had escaped getting wet in crossing, and, as before, was given a secluded camping-place to herself. The chief made it most comfortable, as there was no hurry now, by cutting pine boughs and building a wicky-up and placing the pine straw as a couch, with the cushions from the coach upon it A little fire was built near, just to make it more homelike, the chief said, and an extra supper was prepared for all. Night fell, and soon after supper the tired girl, for she was tired, sank to sleep in a few minutes. She awoke once in the night, to hear an owl hooting in the trees not far away, and a coyote yelping a short distance from camp. But she banished all thought with an effort of her will, and went to sleep again, awakening only wheq the sun had risen. "I hope 'you rested well last night, Miss Fallon?" "I enjoyed a good night's rest, thank you."

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/ \fHE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 19 "A r ide of a little over thirty miles, and. you will be in your new home to-night." "Home! Do not desecrate the name, for it will be a prison, not a home to me," she sa id bitterly. "Breakfast is ready for you." She ate it, her spi rits returned, and once more she mounted for the ride Toward noon they began to climb the range she had seep from far across the river, and soon after the chief halted for dinner. Then up the steep trail they climbed again, Lucille gla ncin g back from time to time to behold the scen ery, and, w hile the sun was yet two hours above horizon, they came to a pass in the mountains, \vhere she suddenly beheld an Indian sentinel standing in the trail ahead of them. "Where is the chief?" asked the outlaw in the In dian tongue, and which was as Hebrew to Lucille. The Indian sentinel pointed, and soon after there came toward them a horseman that at once riveted Lucille's gaze. He was the Indian chief, Death Face, and he had just come down from the vil lage to the pass, which his band of braves were guarding. He was resplendent in a new costume, from boots to war-bonnet, for he had on a pair of handsome cavalry boots. Sitting his horse with conscious power, armed with the white man's weapons of revol ve rs and bowie knife, his face hideously pai nted, and mounted upon an animal that was bedecked in barbaric splendor, Death Face struck Lucille as being the mo s t remarkabl e being she had e ve r gazed upon. The young chief fairly started as his eyes fell upon her, and the outlaw, after greeting him, said : "Death Face, I have been on a raid into the white man 's terri tory, and this lady is my captive, whom I shall sell back to her father for a large price." To the utter amazement of Lucille the young chief r eplied, in perfect English: "I do not believe in the theory of my people, chief, of making, wa r upon women and children and I am surprised that you, as a white man, should do so; but that is your affair, not mine, only treat her well." "That she will tell you I have clone. I wish to place her in the renegade's cabin in your camp." "You can do so." The outl aw and his capti ve were then riding on, when he halted and said : "Chief Death Face, those braves of yours whoin I took with me I shall arm with repeating rifles and -revolvers I also have a pair of fine revolvers, a knife and a rifle for yo u with a very handsome buck skin suit sent by an officer at the fort to a friend in the East, with slouch hat arid all. "They will fit you, I am sure, and I wish you to ac-cept them, as well as several fine Mexi can serapes." "Thank you, Captain Eagle, I will take them. "You have done well, I see, on your raid?". "Oh1 yes. "Come to my quarters in the village to-night." / "I will. "But have yo u any .;,vord of the so ldiers? "They are st ill on the other side, though I did not see them." "I s upposed they had gone, for we had seen no campfire smoke for three days 'Jt ma y be a trick, so still be cautious and guard thd fords, especially now that I have a captive here for whose r escue Colonel Carr wo uld doubtless send his whole force." With this th e chief rode on, muttering to himself: "I must \Yin that fellow with presents, fo r he will be the next chief after Iron Eyes, and he has as much influence now. He speaks English like a paleface, and acts like one, too. There is some secret about him that I cannot fathom." He had not ridden far before Lucille came up alongside of him. She now about her in a valley-like canon a camp of half-a-thou sand Indians. .r They were in full war paint, and gazed savagely at her as she rode by, yet were gloating in her capture. Once through the canon, and the trail led down into a beautiful va lley in which was the village of old Iron Eyes. Lucille uttered a cry as the view burst upon her, for, through the valley ran a mountain stream, upon both sides of which, for several miles, were the tepees of the Indians, the scattered village of the red men. The valley was dotted wit h thousands of ponies, and among the !epees we re v isible many women and children. Warriors were riding about, youths were mounted upon bareback ponies, others were playing games, children were bathing in the stream, and squaws were busy getting the evening meal. At the base of the hills on either side was heavy

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20 THE Btlff ALO BILL STORIES. timber, ana aoove the village towered the mountain r a n ges . "What a view for an artist!" cried Lucille. "Yes, it m ust strike you strangely, Miss Fa1lon. "Jt does; but you did not answer my ?" "What was that?" I I asked you, after we came through the camp of braves, who that young chief was?" "He is called Death Face, and is the next chief in power to old Iron Eyes. \ "Re is very young?" "Not ove r twenty-two, I should say." \,Ad n yet holds such power?" "He i s a born fighter, a plotter, a soldier, and has won h i s way up, young as he is." -"How is it that he speaks English so well?" "He was taught by a renegade white man and his fami ly, I believe '"And a'Iso learned from him, I suppose not to war against women and children. "He could set you a good example, chief." I follow my own inclinations, Miss Fallon " S o I have discovered "But in what part of this village am I to find ref uge?" "Up at the head of the valley, in the cabin I spoke of." "There mu s t be a couple of thousand Indians here, at least." "Double that number and more" for the village is five miles l ong, has some twelve hundred tep ees, and can put out a force to defend it of two thousand war r iors. Then there are several other contingent vil lages in t hese mo u nta i ns that claim Iron Eyes as c111et. I t wou l d be a sad day for any 1force of so l diers to invade these mountains, Miss Fallon, unless they came severa l thousands strong." : "That was just \.vhat "I wa s thi nking," answered Lucille As they rode into the village the squaws and chil dren rushed toward them to see the newcomer. But a few words from the outlaw prevented any rudeness, for they held no sympathy for the fairfaced captive. Lucille pal ed at sight of them, but remained calm, and rode on by the side of the outlaw, whom she c ould .not but now regard as her protector. Up through the v i llage they rode, the girl's fears givit1g p l ace to interest, unti l at the upper end of the valley, undet the she lter of a heavi l y wooded ridge the mountain top, there were visibl e < a x:iumber of tepees apart from t h e others. "There is your camp, Miss Fallorl. I t is a de serted village-the tepees, as I tol d you. Yonder you see your caqin, apart from them, and there you will be safe I shall have a half-breed squaw, who once l ived at the fort as an officer's servant, remain there with you i and do your cooking." "And be my guard also?" "In a measure, yes, for she will keep the Indians from you, and you do not need any other guar d here, as you could not escape over yonder ridge, un less you have wings. "The squaw speaks English, and has cooked for me when I have been here, for my own tepee is in the village. The cabin is furnished, as I told ydu, after a rude fashion, and you have your own satchel with clothing, so you will not be uncomfortable," and, as they passed a large tepee the olitlaw called out to an Indian woman who stood there to approach them. She did so and Lucille noticed that her face was lighter than those about her, and she looked neat in her attire. "Yellow Bird, I wish you to get your fraps and come on up to the cabin. You are to look after this captive of mine while she is here, and take gooq care of her. The woman ha
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'/ / \ \ ... THE BUf'fALO BILL STORIES. It ha,ve treated. me sn much differently thart I anticiin the large hearth, so that the cabin sooil ilo longer pated, that I thank you." looked forlorn. . The moment that she was left alone by the 0L1tlaw, The outlaw had left the stage cushions there, the arid she saw him and his braves ride away, Lucille stores he had bought in Pioneer City Lucille's Fallon yielded to the prerogative of a w0man, and, satchel, and the young captive was soon quite comseating herself in the cabin, she burst into tears. fortable, and she began to feel that she had cause to "At home! congratulate herself, after all, that matters were as "My God I if this were to be my hbme, I would they were. rather that the grave should be;'' she cried, bitterly. In Yellow Bird she believed she had found a She had totally forgotten about the Indian womart and yet Lucille was not one to gush, and deuntil she heard the gently-uttered words: cided that there was a very narrow margin between "Don't cry, little paleface." deceit and sincerity in one s appearance; so sht She started to her feet, for she was too proud to to know whether the Indian woman was wish any one to see her weeping. really true or false. Before her stood Yellow Bird, the half-breed In-As she watched the squaw preparing supper, she dian woman. asked her about Death Face, the young chief. She had tidied herself up and had a bunale under "He heap good yourtg chief-heap like paleface. her arms. He be great chief some day, and tnaybe have Her face was a good o!le not cntel, and she said with palefaces, for he don t like to kill Little Pale-agairt: ., face's people but big fighter in battle. Red people "bon1t cry, Yellow Bird be good to you." all love Death Face. Iron Eyes heap cruel man, kill Lucille stepped forward and grasped the woman' s and scalp hate them bad. hon Eyes kill hand. many." "You ate good1 I can see that. You have lived Lucille glanced out of the open window and said amo11g the palefaces, the outlaw told me?" half aloud: "Yes; my mother was a paleface squaw, my father "Speak of the devil and his imp appears. !here a great fodian chief. comes Death Face now." "He died and my mother went back to her people, He rode up to the front of the cabin and was taking l'l1e with her. She died and I work hard for alone. officer s family at fort far away I hear them say: Lucille walked out on the piazza a_nd to her stu-'She only half-breed IhjL1t1; watch her.' I feel mad, prise he bowed t'o her and then said: I feel bad and run away back to my people. But "i hope you are comfortable here!" some treat me good, one young squaw p.retty, just "Comfortable, yes, far more so than I anticipated like you, and I love her. I love you for her. Ye!being, but unhappy as you may know,' fot my low be good to you." are not your _people, my life not yottr life, we are The tears came into the eyes of Lucille and step-raised i i 1 a different atmosphere and are foes." ping close up to the woman she kissed her. He lis tened fo her in deepest attention, gazing It was under the impul s e of her loneliness her sorfixedly at her, and then saici: row, her helplessness and the kind words spoken to I like to hear you talk, for it brings back to me her. the voice of tho s e I loved, those who are gone." The squaw started as though she had been strucI< a '"Who do you mean?" blow for it fairly frightened her, but she said, "! mean one whom I loved as a father, another quickly: who was a mother to me and a sister and brother. "Oh, yes, Yellow Bird be heap good to little pale"They are all gone-dead; but I-had not forgottert face. ' them, and you bring them back to me now so I love Then she set about her work to clean up, just as to look at you love to hear you talk. she had clone when living in the officer's family. "Speak again, for your voice is as sweet as the She got \vater from a spring near, and built a fire murmur of the brook in s_ummer, as sweet as the ....

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' ,1 23 il'HE BU ff' ALO BILL STORIES. trilling of the birds, and your face as lovely as the mountain flowers that setm timid, just like you." Lucille listened with rapt attention to the words of the strange young chief, for he spoke with a soft ness of tone, a look and with words that fell strangely from the lips of an Indian, and w you think I re-semble your father?" "In form, yes, and in face, also, save for the stamp of your countenance.." -..

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, l'HE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES i 23 1\ No, he is innocent, I evil. "But we should be alike, for we are brothers." Lucille sprang out of the hammock and cried fifrcely: "It is false!" ,i "I tell you we are brothers, he being several years my senior," said the outlaw. "My first love was a young and beautiful girl, and, though she loved me, he stole her from me." "I do not believe you." "\i\Tell, he married her, that is certain--" 'My mother?" "Oh, no; your mo her was his seco\d wife. "He won my sweetheart from me, married her, and then, went to Texas to live. I heard afterward that his wife died after two years of wedded life, but I did not know, did not care, and I was not aware of where he or what doing until during the Civil Viar I was taken prisoner by the Confederates when in my captor, the colonel of a regiment, I recognized my brother. He knew me at a gfance, and he came to me and we had a long talk together. "He told me that he had not known of my love for the woman he that he had never been told by her or her parents about an engagement be tween her and myself, that I was away and he there-. fore could not hear it from my own lips, and hence he had asked her to be his wife. He was going to Texas to live, and the marriage was hastened and she went with 1 im and only when on her dying bed had she confessed to him that she had been ei:gaged to me "Then he had written me the truth; but his letter I never received, and I did not believe what he told me." "Yet it was the truth." "How do you know?" "I have his first wife's written confession, in which she told all, and h ow her parents had told her not to seak of her love affair with you, as was rich, you were not, having squandered much of your fortune in fast living. Her name was Dorothy Armand, and she left her with her jewelry and other things that my father placed in my mother's keeping, and all of which she left to me." "Yes, her name was Dorothy as yo u say; but she deceived me, and I would not belie.ve her dying confession, or take my brother's word eithet\ :or they wronged me, and I never forgive a wrong." "You look to be just such a n ature. "But my fatJrer never did you a wrong,' his wife did in deceiving him as to her engagement to' you," s'aicl Lucille; warmly. "His name is Louis Fallon Lamar; and he was a 0 colonel in the Confederate army, as I hav e said; anda Texan ranchero. He got me exchanged, I admit, and gave me money; but that did not atone for the past, and I hated him, for even in war he beat me, as he rose to be a colonel of cavalry, I only a captain of infantry. "He had married again, he told me, and had a daughter, but I was glad to feel that h'e was by the war. What became of him then i never knew until I recogtiized him as a soldier in the Unit.ed States army, and only a sergeant. "Then I remembered that I had heard that a Southerner of our name had ki1lecl a man in the East; and had fl.eel to escape the gallows. wi;ote East, got the particulars, and found that it was my brother Louis. I have only hojled to capture him that I might send hirri back as a fugitive from justice to oe hanged." . Lucille s eyes flashed fire, and for a moment she did not speak. Then she said : "Let me ask you t9 look me in the eyes while I you what I know about what you have told me of my father." "I am listening." "My father did come out of the war ruined almost. He had iharriecl again, my mother being his second wife. He had felt keenly the unhappy of his first marriage, in fact, it cut him t.o the heart. He saved my mother's father's life at the risk of his own, was wounded by the shqt in.tended for my grandfather, who took him to his home, where his daughter, my mother, nursed him through a 'long siege of suffering. My mother loved him, and he loved her so they were married "My father went North on business, accompanied a gentleman to his home one night with whom he had some business, burglars broke into the house and the host was shot clown and robbed. Before he died he stated under oath that it was my fa'ther who had killed him.; that they had a business deal on hand, that my father knew he had thousands of cloiJars in his home, and had come into his room at night and kil red him ... "My father had been in a distant wing of the I

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24 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. house, had arisen at the noise of the struggle, had gone to the aid of his friend to come face to face with you as you fled. You were dressed just as l}e was, you had killed your ma'n; robbed him and "'.ere flying. Stunned by the recognition, my father had b,een incapable of action, and, tottering to a seat, h ad remained there until arrested as the murderer. \ "Detenpined not to hang for your crime, and feel' ing that there was no hope for him, he sprang upon the constable who guarded him, choked him into un secured the keys of his manacles, freed himself and fled. He wrote my mother that he was not guilty of the crime, but circumstantial evidence was against him, his flight added seeming proof, and she unfortunately believed that he had committed t he deed, and wrote to him. "Thus a wide gulf was between them, and be c a me a homeless wanderer and fugitive. He went t o dwell among the Indians, and, having been educated as a he became a medicine man in the tribe, c hecked a smallpox epidemic in their midst an, d became a great chief, honored and loved by t hem. Discovering gold in his wanderings, he hid it away and at_ last decided to make good use of it So the Indian village, carrying his gold on pack horses, and, going to a settlement, shipped it home to my mother. "It was a fortune for us, and she gladly received it, for her income was not large, and long before she had rep,ented of her belief in my father's gl!lilt, and tried in vain to find him. "One day, just one year ago, my mother received a .letter from .the judge of the court in the city where the murder was committed which had wrecked my father's life. It told of the confession of a prisoner, who had died in prison, that my father was innocent o f the crime, that it was his brother who had been t?e murderer, he, the being his ally. .'That he saw the recognition of his brother by my father, -and the shock it gave him. But the mur 'derer ha(i committed other crimes, for cing him to become a fugitive, and so he could not be found, nor could my father, who afterward, I learned, had en tered the army on the border. My mother was 'dying then, and I had to cling to her. She dfed, and soon after I had my lawyer find out if Sergeant L ouis Fallon was my father, and he did so. -'Then r wrote him that I would come to him. \ You know the rest, and I know that you have' wronged my father beyond all forgi veness. Yes, you are his crime-stained brother, Loyd Lamar." CHAPTER IX . BUFFALO BILL'S BOLD VENTURE. The council of war which Lieutenant Walter W .orth had said he would hold that night in the camp near the secret crossing of the river, where it was found that the outlaw had escaped across into the Indian continued until late at night, the young officer, Surgeon Denmead, the sergeant and Buffalo Bill beirrg the four present. Talking the matter over, in the light of all the facts with which they were acquainted, they fere certain that Lucille had been captured by the outlaw leader. The letter which the outla\.v had told the sergeant he would write to entrap her had been sent, and so there was no doubt but that he had been on hand to receive his prize. The Indians had told the sergeant the last night he had crossed the river that .the outlaw had gone to Pioneer City by a secret ford. That trail had been found where it had left the river and the trail wheJe it had entered the river go-' ing back had also been discovered. This proved that the outlaw had secured his cap tive and hastened with her to the Indian camp. l To rescue he1, then, was the question, and Sergeant Fallon at once said: "There is but one thing for me to do, and that is to put on my disguise and go into the Indian village after her." "Yes, sergeant, and I will' go with you," said Buffalo Bill, firmly. "It would be madness for you to do so, Mr. Cody." oh, no, sergean t, for I would go as any ?lly, not to keep you company. r would go on foot, not mounted. "We can cross the river, and while you go down to the ford, I will go over here. "You can .proceed by the tegular trail, while I will take it afoot to the mountains, there make for the bald peak we can see, and there you can find me, as I will look for you. "Afoot, I can readily hide I will leave no trail,

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'l'HE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. ,. apd am afraid of no redskins trapping me, for I have been within hailing distance of their villq,ges scores of times." "Pardon me, lieutenant, but do you think Mr. Cody should make the venture?" "No, sergeant, I do not. "Nor do I," said the surgeon. "See here, that sweet little woma11 is a captive, ana I tell you there should be more than one to aid in her rescue. "I know Indians from 'way back, and I'll guarantee to go to their village and return. "You, in your disguise, are all right, sergeant, and you may be able to help me escape with her, and come away yourself later. '"We can pick out certain points in the mountains which we can discern, where we can meet, and I feel we can accomplish your daughter's rescue; yes, and get hold of that outlaw by some means also, for I'll not be happy until his chips are dlled in. "I go, too, sergeant." "Well, Cody I see you are determined, so I yield, for I have every confidence in your powers to give the redskins the slip, but what are we to do?" "Stay right here, lieutenant, until we bring Miss Lucille back, for we may need your support and need it bad." "All right, I will do as you suggest; but you and the sergeant arrange your plans of action between you "We will sir, to-morrow." The next morning the scout and the sergeant went up on the range and picked out half-a-dozen objects on the distant mountains across the river, and agreed to make them points of rendezvous. Then the sergeant said: "Mr. Cody I wish to confide in you." "Well, sergeant." "I have a brother who was a wild young fellow, and believed that I had treacherously cheated him out of his lady love, when I knew nothing about his love for her, and she became my wife. She was not Lucille's mother, she being the daughter of my se c ond wife. "Now, my brother never forgave me, -and some years after he committed a crime of which I was ac. cused, and it made an outcast, a fugitive of me. "He married and came West, and the. other night when I looked into the face of the man known as Eagle, the outlaw, I felt sure that he was my brother. ( "I have not seen my unfortunate brother for many. years, but the face, as I saw it by the campfire's light, the voice, impresse.d me that it was Loyd Lamar. "Now, if he is my brother, he knows that Lt'tcille is my daughter, and that is a relief to my mind. If the outla'r is my brother, and I would almost take oath that he is, I have but ,one request of you, and that is to kill him, and not capture him to be taken to the fort and hanged." "My dearest sergeant, I had promised myself I would do that on account of his sweet wi.fe, ancl I will be more anxious to SClve him from the gal-' lows now that he is suspected of being your brother," was Buffalo Bill's reply That afternoon they started upon their peril9us mission, Buffalo Bill crossing the river at the s_pot where the camp was and the sergeant riding down to the upper to go over after dark and con tinue on by the trail to the mountains. But the sergeant in crossing came to grief, for there stood on the other bank as sentinei a young . ; brave who was striving to win a name for himseH. He saw in the moonlight a horse and rider crossing the ford; so, taking aim, the redskin fired, pulling trigger just as he discovered that it was not a pale face but an Indian. The sergeant felt a stinging pain in his shoulder, the blood began to flow; he therefore turned back, fearing that he was seriously wounded, and did not know whi he had been fired on. / Fortunately Surgeon Deqmead was there, and -at once went to work on him, remarking after a while: "I have got the ball, vVorth, and, with care, the wound will not b e fatal, serious." I

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26 THE BUFF ALO BILL S'FORtES. CHAPTER X. THE RESCUER REACHES THE GOAL. .. afternoon, a week after Luc!lle;s coming to t4. e Indian village as a captive, and while Lucille and the. chief, Death Face, who had. proved to be half I white, were seated upon the little piazza looking at . -the suns:t, the young man on the chair, the maiden in the hammock, there suddenly dashed around the corner of the cabin a tall form, a revolver in each hand. "You are safe here, Buffalo Bill, for I cannot but call you so, and you shall know the whole story, so sit down, for it is a long one, and there are secrets hi it which you must not breathe to any one. "You have my pledge not to betray anything, Miss Lucille," said Buffalo Bill, and then he heard the story of her father's strange life, uncle's and her, own. The scout listened with an interest that was in tense, and when he had heard all, said in a low tone: H 1 d l 1 1 1 d f 11 t h : "And I have a story to tell, too, Miss Lucille, and e 1a 11s revo ver eve e u a t e young man, 1 1 1 d 1 _it is that you need no longer dread your wicked un-as 1e ca e out stern y: cle, the outlaw. I crossed the river at the spot "Up with your hands, renegade, or you die!" "Buffalo Bill!" cried Lucille, in suppressed tones, a s though realizing, even her surprise, '!:he danger \ I o f speakii;ig that name there. Then she quickly . added: "For God:s sake do not kill him, for he is fny fr iend." Death. Face sprang to his feet, yet made no move to draw a Weapon, but stood gazing defiantly into the face of the scout , who at the words of Lucille, lowered his weapons and said quickly: : ''Let me step into the cabin, for I may be seen he. re." Quickly Lu'c'.ille seized his hand "and fairly dragged him into the cabin, while she said, reproachfully: "Oh, why did you come here, for your life will be the forfeit?" "i came for you, Miss Lucille but I did not expect to find you in a white man's cabin, free and with cpmpany "I will explain all later, but now go into hiding, for if you were discovered--" "Not a redskin has seen me I assure you. I have been f01fr coming from the river to this cabin, I saw frbm the ridge as 1did you also, a:nd this young man, who I thought must be some renegade. "I crept up behind the cabin, having seei1 you seated on the piazza, and, dashing around, covered .him; but you say he is your friend." where you did, and that night camped not far away. The next morning the outlaw r-ode full upon me; we saw ea,c\1 0ther at the same time, but I was a little the quickest, and my bullet pierced his brain. I had crossed the river upon a small raft the soldiers had made for me, and so I staked his horse out, when I was sure that was alone and, pi..1tting the body on the raft, poled back to the other shore. There I found that your father, who was to have crossed at the ford and go with me to rescue you had re turned, having been fired on by the Indian sentinel and slightly wounded." "You mean it-slightly wounded?" cried Lucille. "I tell the truth, for Surgeon Denmead was in camp and extracted the bullet. I had a talk with your father and he was doing well, but did not wish me to risk coming. How glad I now am that I did, for I have found you, though I have not rescued you." "And my outlaw uncle?" "Lieutenant Worth had his soldiers bury him, for the lieutenant is waiting on the river for your re turn, and just as I vias leaving another force came up which had taken your trail frbm Monument Hill and followed it to.the river, so both a re there: "I recrossed the river then on the raft, waited until night, and, mounting the horse of the outlaw, made a flank movement to reach the camp, mined to play Captain Eagle, if I a redskin, for we were not unlike in size and face, and I speak the """""

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THE BU ff J\LO Bl 'LL STORIES. 27 Indian tongue fairly well while the horse and the coat and hat I appropriated would help me out, I knew. "I did not care to risk it by day so flew by night only .reached the ridge, reconnoitered and here I am, Miss 'Lucille; anci my adv ice is that we get out of this at once.IJ Lucille turned to Death Face, who said: "Yes, 1ve will go. I will bring onie s too, and we will g o up the ridge trail, where Bu ffa lo Bill s l :ors e is, and then, together, we will g o down to the river. If we meet any bands Death Face, the chief passes unquestioned. So it was decided and, while the y oung man went In the week that had since he was wounded the sergeant had much improved. The meeting between father and daughter was most affecting while tears came into the brave man's eyes as he grasped Buffalo Bill s hand and said : \ "I owe all this to you Cody tells me she has told you all." .. F e arful of ris king his daughter so near the red s kins the sergeant said he was able to travel. T m a rch was therefore begun after the n,oon meal, trail taken being the same one that Lucille had trav eled with the outlaw. The commc:nd was threk days getting back to the to make his arrangements for leaving the Indian fort, but when they came in sight, and it was seen camp forever Lucille and Yellow Bird prepared for that Lucille had been rescued, again there was a their escape Buffalo Bill keeping in hiding. CHAPTER XI. CON C L USION. Under the guidance of the young chief the trail to the ri ver was made in perfect sa fet y, Buffalo Bill being taken for the outlaw, and Lucille and Yellow Bird for braves by the bands of Indians they passed. No one questioned Death Face, and on he rode with his escaping party, Lucille and Yellow Bird having their faces painted, and in their leg gin g s riding in masculine fashion, while the packhorses they had along were well loaded with things taken from the Manly cabin and the young chief' s tepee. Reaching the river before dawn the Indians left them, and Lucill j added to her costume her riding habit and felt better able to face the soldier s on fhe other side. They crossed on the raft which made several trips, the horses swimming over ; then, mounting, they rode on to the soldiers camp. Such a welcome as greeted them, wheu J?uffalo Bill and the sergeant's daughter were recogni z e d, cannot be de s cribed, for the s o ldie rs seemed to ha v e gone wild. wild scene of rejoicing Then, too, the sergeant had moJie joy added to his cup of bli s s for the last coach through had brought him his commission for special and gallant ser vices, as a fir s t lieutenant in the Army of the United States. a month' s stay at, the fort under the plea of his wound unfitting him for service, for it was still troublesome, Lieutenant Fallon re s igned his commi ss ion feeling that he had been vindicated in hav ing won it, unaided and, with his d
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JThing'$ swimming, boys. Contest going at a gait. The fishing is goqd this yeat, and you don't want to miss a cha.nee for one of those fishing s.ets. Look on page 3J if you want to know what they're like and how to win one. /. A Mascot's Story. ( By Roy Morrison, Ind. ) Last summer I went from Lima, Ohio, to Toledo with a company of the Oh i o National Guards. My uncle was the captain of the company, and wa s taking me as a mascot to camp with them. We h a d to change trains at Ounkirk, and all our trunks and boxes were piled in rows. After we had waited for h a lf an a hour the train came and began to slacken its speed. But it could not stop quick enough to keep from bumping into the front 'r ow of boxes, which were very close to the tracks. When the front row was struck it knocked the la s t row back and I was thrown into tpe air. When I fell, my head was within a foot' or nine inches from the track and my feet weire on top of a box wbjle the train was s till moving above me. At last it stopped and one of the men pulled me out, wore irigntened than from my unc_omfortable position. Howe v er, if the train had been going only !1 little faster, I would not have been able to write this stqry, but, fortunately this was not the case. A Duck-Hunting Episode. ( By H. C. Iowa. ) One day this spring when I was visiting a friend in JJOrtheru Nebra ska. m y friend and myself went o .1,1t duck bunting. Upon arriving at the river. we started up stream and as the forest was thick and the river marshy hunting was pretty good. W e bad shot s everal duck s when two ducks dropped into the river. As we did fi' t have a boat we appropriated one lyiqg on the bank I got in and pu s hed off. By this time the ducks had floated s ome distance down the river. I started to row and had gone but a short distance when one of the oars broke. I was set adrift in the c urrent. The boat began to go faster and faster until finally, as went around a big cur e I saw a sight that filled rue with horror Before me about one hundred yards distant was a huge dam over which the water was pouring. The river was too wide for one to think of it. I was approaching, seemingly, certain death. The boat was befog whirled and twistedand the rate of speed was constantly increasing. Some cowboys were going along the right-hand bank and one of them called to me to stand lip. This 1 did, and as the boat swerved in toward their bank a rope set tled o ver my shoulders I was dragged overboard and when I woke up three quarters of an hour later they told 1ne I had had a very close call. An Experiment. (B y P. Gilson, fod.) One morning my brother and I were trying to make a small steam engine. We cut out a furnace and put a can with a s e al e d lid on it over the furnace and built a fire under it. I was sitting by the e n d with the lid toward me We cu t a hole in the top of the can so as to let steam out. One time we left the bole closed up too long and the first thing I knew I was running round i11 a circle, then I darted to the house. The next I knew I was in bed s calded on arms, face, side and one leg. I w a s up that evening, but was lame for about two weeks. That was the worst accident I ever had. Saved By a Rooster's Crow. (By W illiam Forn w al d, Pa.) On e fine a f t e rn oo n ab out a m o nth a g o a fri end of mine ( he d o e s n t want his name m e ntioned, but hi s initial s are C. B.) prop os ed to t ak e a bic y cle ride along the canal to w ard R o ck v ille, t o w hich I readil y a g reed. S o w e b oth m o unt e d our bik e s at about half pa s t t wo q clock, and

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f l'HE BUffALO BILL STORIES. 29 proceeded along till we got near Lucknow station, when we turned off the canal and rode along the railroad. At that point it was very rough riding beside t\1e tracks, so we got up between the rails, w:rtere it was more even We were going along pretty fast, with our heads down, myself in the lead, with my friend about thirty feet in the rear. Suddenly I heard the loud crow of a rooster, which wa5 running along the tails, and on looking up, to my infinite horror I saw a passenger train less than an eighth of a mile away, coming at the rate of forty-five miles an hour. Well, I just yelled and threw myself off my' \vheel, my friend following suit. 'Ne both landed against the fence which stood along the railroad. But we had no more than done so than the train whizzed past. We both agreed that it was the closest shave of our lives, fo1' if it had not been for the rooster, we would be sleeping under the ground by this time. The ppor rooster gave up its life to save others, for we found it lying dead about eighty feet away j Nearly Drowned. (By Howard Bartles, Pa.) At the time of the adventure I am about to relate I was living in a small town. One fine day in July, with two other companions, I went out fishing in a small boat. We got along as far as fishing went. When we were coming to the shore the boat upset throwing us all out in the water. The water was pretty deep, and none of us could swim, but we struggled in the water. My companions were more fortunate than I was, and they managed to get to the boat, which floated to the shore. My friends happened to think about me. They jumped into the boat, seized a pair of oars whic;h lay on the shore and rowed out to where I was sinking for the la st time, I thought, but I came up again, and my com panions seized me and dragged me into the boat. I then fainted. I do not know how long I was in the stupor, but when I came around I found my mother and the doctor bending over me. I went fishing after that, but not in a boat. N!y Adventure in Africa. ( By George Kellam, N. Y:-) ,"", Two years ago a friend by the name of William Bor den, my father and myself went to Africa. We started frcim New York on the steamer St. Paul, and went to London. Then we took a sailing vessel to Algeria, and after four days of rough weather we lanc;led at Algiers, anCI hired three camels and two Arab guides, an d the next night set out to cross the desert of Sahara, which is nearly as big as the United States. We only traveled by night, because the sun in the day time was so hot that it would burn yo 1u shoes so they wouldn't l ast two days and in the night it was about as cold as it was hot in the daytime. On the fifth day we were on the desert we were awakened by one of the guides, who announced that sup per was readx. -We got up, ate supper, and took down the tents and made re a4y for the start, about se v en o'clock. One of the guides said a storm was coming up fr6m the east, and said we could go no further and wou ld have to get ready for the storm. The guic;le ordered the camels to lie down, and they got down, with their sides to the storm. We had no time to waste, for the storm cotning fast, and the lightning was flashing everywhere. We put blankets around us, and la y down until the stortp was over. lt lasted about two hours, and the guide said if it had lasted another hour we would have been covered up, be cause the pack on the camels' backs was about fifteen feet high, and the sand was within half a foot of the top. After two weeks' travel we reached Timbuctoo, w ; is on the banks of the Niger River. We took a boat from there, and sailed down the river to the Atlantic Ocean into the Gulf of Guinea and down the coast to the Cape of Good Hope, which was the first stop we made. We got coal. Then we sailed into th e Indian Ocean, and through the Mozambique channel; then into the Gulf 0 and through the Strait of Babe l Mandeb into the Red Sea, and landed at Suakim, which is on the shore 0 the Reel Sea. 1 From Suakim we went to the Ni l e River, and sailed clown it until we came to the ruins of Thebes, which has many temples yet standing. We visited the Pyramids, an .cl went to Cairo and theq to France, where we stayed until we were rested, and then took the vessel La Champagne for New York. We started May 7, 1899, and ended February 27, 1901. On the Palisades. (By Joseph Daly N. Y.) I had an expe rience one time about a year ago in the Palisades opposite W
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11 30 THE BUff J\LO BILL STORIES seemed to be certain death I f ell o n the edge of a large tree, which overhung a depth of at least seventy-five feet. I held on with the g rip of d e ath t o that branch, until I heard a nois e below me, and saw m y dog and the bo ys at the bottom o f the tree. One of th e boy s had a l ariat with him, and, climbing the tree o n a higher branch, threw it over my legs, and told me to let go, and I did, thereby swinging myself to safety. I think that was the narrowest e cape of my life Coon Huntin g \ '. (By W. Powlins, Ohio.) \ It was j ust before Christmas. I was talking with some ?.llows with whom I associated at the time, and I sug ted that we go to Pine Hollow or Roe)< Cave, and th ey all agreed to go tb the latter place. We called the dogs together, and started for Ro ck Cave. We we r e a l most the r e when we struck upon the trail of a large coon We followed the clogs down through a deep ravine and into a deep woods. T h e clogs. were just ahea d of us, when we saw a large coon sitting out o n a narrow ledge of rock, which ex t e nd e d out over a large arid deep p oo l o f water. The clogs kerJt o n going out on this narrow l edge until they wer e almost upon th e coon, w h e n all of a sudde n the coon jumped upon th e first dog, which was a s m all, black dog. ;rhe dog d id not seem ve r y well prepared for him, for when he jumped h e lit up on the Lliig's back. They lost their footing, and went over the cliff, and hit the wate r with a splash. I r an out on the ledge jus t as they went over. I stooped clown to l ook over th e cliff. Just the n two of the dogs began to fight. They ran against me and pushed me over the rocks, and I lit with a splash in the water, eighty-flve f eet below. I knew nothing more unt i l I found myself lying o n the bank of the stream down in the gorge far b e l ow, moce dead than aliv e. It was almost eight o'clock when they got me home. But' the y caught' th e coon all 0. K. But I ha ve always said ever since that I want no m o re hunting in my lot. I A Tale F r om Wil d Colorado. (By Irving Sweet, Mich.) I had a thrilling adventure some tim e -ago. My sweet heart was kidmtped against h e r wishes b y my rival in l ove. And I resolved to find her. S11e was taken to the mountains. I set out in search for h e r. Before doing so I wound a lariat around me under my clothing. I was armed with a r e p ea ting rifle and a pair of Colt's revolvers, and had a good h orse And I had plenty of' provisions. I :traveled all clay hard, until night. The n ext morning I set out again on my way toward the mountains. Before night I rea c h ed them, and resolved to travel all night. I went all right until about twelve o'clock, when suddenly somebody threw a lariat around my bod y and dragged m e fr o m m y h o rse. When I st ru ck the ground the blow made me un con scious. I knew nothing until I came to and fou nd m yse lf in a dungeon with but a torch for a ligll_t, and m y swee t heart Lee No rris working over me. She told me we were both in prison. The entrance to the dungeon was a trap door fi'fty feet above. Before I wa:s put in my firearms were taken from me. I had the lariat around my body yet, so I took it from my body and threw it oo the trap-door to see if it would catch onto anything. To my surprise, it caught on a spike used to hold the trap-door in place. I went up the lariat, pushed, opened the door and went out into freedom again. Then Lee put the lariat around her b o dy, and I pulled her through the do o r into freedom We hurried to the door of the cave. There I found my horse tied to a sp ike driven into the rock. We mounted the h o rse ;me\ went toward our desti nation, Bri ghte n, Colo., which we r eac hed after three days' travel. / I and L ee were soon married, and my rival has been see n since. --.-Captured With a K e y. (By J. Devlin e Smith, Boston.) All nature was j oyo u s l y hailin g the coming spring, yet as I tramped schoolward my heart was filled with sad ness, for that m orning my father h ad said it was im possible for m e to go to college. I had absorbed all the l ea rnin g to b e gained in the littl e village of \Vest Sidney, and my ambition was t o go to Harvard, but poor crops the preceding yea r had caused m y father to shatter m y hopes. Schoo l had no attractions for m e that dav, and I wel comed the closing h o ur. It happ e ned to be. m y week for cleaning up (a duty imp osed up o n each pupil in turn), so it was late in the gloam ing when I l ocked the door and put the huge brass-key in my pocket. As I pa sse d down the road a placard on a tree attracted my notice. It ran like this: $1,500 Rewacd For the Capture o f Jake Connor, Murderer. D escription: About S f eet 6 inches tall ; big scar on left c_heek; reel muhache and, hair. A hired man by that name had fiendishly murdered his employer's whole family a week before; then had nm ningly escaped. A bi g reward had at once been offered. A change of wind had brought with it a s t or m of hail and rain, such as comes in late winter, so I cut across fields to reach home quickly, but darkness had fallen l ong before I go t there. As I came up back of barn I suddenly saw the dark s had ow of a man at the wood s hed door, and, watc hin g, could see him strife a match and fumble at the lock. :Yly heart gave one great throb as the flare of l ig ht f ell o n his face, for it showed a l ong scar, reel mu stac he and hair-the very description V\Tithout stopping to think, I gave a leap onto hi s b ack. Hard wor k had given m e sinews of iron so I was near l y hi s mat c h a s we \ roll ed over a nd over in the b ow ling sto rm At last h e got a h o ld o n m y throat, and I would soon have been unconscious, when my hand accidentally

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l'HE BUFFALO BILL STORIE S . 11 struck the key that had fallen from m y pocket. It gave me an inspiration. Lifting it, I pressed the end hard against his temple Feeling what he supposed was the cold, round point of a revolver he let go his hold, giving me a chance to shout : "Don't move, or I 'll blow your head off! "My God, don't shoot; I give in," he answered, falling l imply back. My cries brought my fathe r out, and we soon had him tied safely in the barn * * * * It hangs in a glass case above my head, b oys, as I write. As I lean back and see the red banners and pillows with t heir white H-signs of what it brought me-I feel like j oining in the jolly yell that some frolic bent students send floating up past my window : "Rah Rah! Rah Harvard!" An Escape from Snakes. (By C l yde Green, La.) One d a y I went fishing in a branch of the river I went to a low, oense part of the woods, where there wer e a great many tangled bushes. Finding ap opening, I put my line in the water and, seeing what I thought a large snake skin I thoughtJ would stand on it. It was a l ive Going further I saw a plank. I thought I would stand on it. Raising it up, a large snake under it crawled out, a nd gazed me straight in the eyes. I gazed back at it, a nd, to my horror, I could not take my e yes from his; a strange numbness was creeping over me and it wou l d have killed me had not a friend of mine killed it. Numbers of GOOD NEWS BOUGHT The follow ing numbers of GOOD NEWS will be bought. Any boys having them in thei r possession should communicate at once with P. 0. Box 82 New York If you have the follow ing numbers, w rite at once: I, 137, 349, 366 t o 3 7 7, inclu s i v e. ...................... .................. .. SEVEN COMPLETE FISHING TACKLE ASSORTMENTS 6IVEN AWAY AS PRIZES Look on the Back Cover r;, No. 52 to See What They Are' 1;Jke. IF YOU WIN ONE of these famous f "hingtackl e assort-ments yo u will have everythin g U ou l d possibly need in the way of fishing tackle. 4 will h ave such a complete assortment that you w .. 1 b e able to MAKE MO NEY retailing hooks, lines and sinkers to y ou r co m rades who have not been fortunate enough t o wi n p riz e s. You may become a dealer in fishing tackle if you win one o f these prizes, for you will have a complete assortment of over NINE HUNDRED HOOKS of All Kinds ._ ONE HUNDRED LINES le1idei ._ SINKERS and TROLLING HOOKS. , HOW TO WIN A PRIZE. This new Prize Anecdote Contest is on the lines of the one which has just closed-one of the most successf u l con tests ever inaugurated. Every boy in the country has had some THRILL.INC ADVENTURES. You have had one yourself-perhaps you were held UJ.> by robbers, or were nearly run over by a train; perhaps 1 t was a close shave in a burning building, in scaling a precipice, in or swimming; whatever it was, WRITE IT UP. D o it m !ess than 500 words, and mail it to us with the accom p a n y mg coupon All entries must be in before September I. The c ontest closes on that date. The Prizes Will Be Awarded to the Seven Boys Sending in the Best Stories. Look on the back cover of No. 5 2 f o r photograph and descpption of one of the prizes . T o Become a Contestant f o r These Prizes cut out t h e Anec dote Contest Coupo n printed herewith, fill it out pro,Perly, and s end it to BUFFALO BILL WEEKLY care of Street & Smith, 238 William Street, New York C itf, together with your anecdote. No anecdote wm be considered tha d oes not have this coupon accompallylng it, COU;E>ON. BUFFALO BltL WEEKLY ANECDOTE CONTEST, No. 4. Name : Street and Number . . .......................................... City o r Town ........................................ ........... '

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BlJFFl\LO BILL STORIES (LARGE SIZE.) I 1 Containing the Only Stories Authorized by Hon. WILLIAM F. CODY ("Buffalb Bill"). I . i 38-Buffalo Bill and the Danite Hidnapers; or, The Green Massacre. \ 1 39-Buffalo Bill's Duel; or, f\.mong the M exican Miners. : 40-Buffalo Bill and the Prairie Wolves; or, Hunting the Bandits of Boneyard . I Gplch. 41-Buf0nt,' Bill at Painted Rock; or, f\.f ter the Human Buzzards. l 0 11.2B u ff 0 ttt Bill and the Boy Trailer; or, f\.fter Kidnappers in Kansas. 43-Buf:logs Bill In Zigzag Canyon; or, f ighting Red Hugh's Band. Red Allie s ; or, Hand to Hand with the Devil Gang. 1 45-Buffiuc Bill in the Bad Lands ; or, Trailing the Veiled Squaw 46-Buffalo rail of the G ho s t Dancers; or, The Sioux Chief's Secret. 47-Bu ffalo Bill's Deadliest Deal; or, The Do.omed Desperadoes of 1 M i n e 48-Buffalo Bill s Secret; or, The Trail of a Traitor. ; 49-Buffalo Bill's Phantom Hunt; or, The Gold Gui d e of Colorado Canvon. so-Buffalo Bill's B rother in Buck,kin; or, The Redskin Lariat Rangers 51-Buffalo Bill's Trail of the Man Tigers; or, The Doom of the Branded Hand. 52-Buffalo Bill s B o y Pard; or, Training the M uckskin Bov. 53-Bulfalo Bill's Vow of Vengeanc e r or, The Scout's Boy All y 54-Buffaio Bill and the Mad He r m it; or, finding a Lost Tra il. 55-Buffalo B ill' s Bonanza; or. The of the Silver Circle. 56-Buffalo Bill's Mascot; o r The My stery of Death \'alley. 57-Buffa'o Bill and the Surgeon Scout; or, The Briv e Dumb Messenger 58-Buffalo Bill s Mvsterio u s Trail; or, Tra:: k ing a H idden Foe. 59-Buffa lo Bill a n d the Masked Hussar; o r fighting the P rairie 60-Buffalo Bill s B lin d ; or, Running the Deat h Gauntl et. 61-Buffalo Bill a n g the M a s ked D r iver; or. The Fatal Run Throug h Death Canyon. 1 62Btiff a lo B ill' s Still Hunt; or. Fi ghting the Robber of the Ranges. 63-Buffato B ill and the Red Ri ders ; o r The Mad Driver of the O v e r l a nds. 6 4-Buffal o Bill's Dead-Shot Pard; or, The W iilo '-the-Wisp of the Trails. : 65-Buffalo Bill's Run-Down; or, The R ed-Hand R enegade' s Death. Ba.ck numbers alwa ys on h a nd. If you cannot "et them from your newsdealer, five cents a copy 1 will brin2' them to you, by mail, postpaid. I i I STREET & SMITH, ...............

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The W orld-Renow 1ed Buffalo Bill (HON. WM. F. CODY) One of his latest photos by Stac_'JJ Buffalo Bill Stories is the only publication auth orized by HoN. WM. F. Cooy WE' were the publishers of 1 the first story ever writ1 ten of the famous and world renowned Buffalo Bill, the great hero who s e life has been one 1 succession of exciting and thril ling incidents combined with great successes and accomplish ments, all of which will be told in a series of grand stories which we are now placing before the Boys. The 1 popularity they have already 1 obtained shows what the boys want, and is very gratifying to the publishers. STREET & SMITH PUBLISHERS NEW YORK


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