Buffalo Bill's spy shadower, or, The hermit of Grand Canyon

Buffalo Bill's spy shadower, or, The hermit of Grand Canyon

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issued t.u1C/:) lfy S11bscnj/UJ11 $2-JoPer year. Entered a s :>ecund Uuss ,11atler ac ,ew Yo r k Pust Office by S TREET & 8)11TH, zy8 William St., N. 1 No. 69. Price, Five Cents., \)N ONE OCCASION IN AN INDIAN FIGHT WALLACE WESTON HAD SAVED THE LIFE OF THE GREAT SCOUT, B UFFALO BILL.


Iss.uti Weelt!y. B y SJ1bscr ip tion $2.so Per y e a r Entered as S econ d Cla ss Matter a t lit e N. Y Post Oj/iu, by STREET &: SMITH, 238 William S t N. Y Entered a t ccrdi n1r t o Act of Con p e ss in tlte ye a r in tile Of/ice o f tlte L ibrarian o f Was lting1MI. IJ. C. ' No. 69. NEW YORK, Sept e mber 6, 1902. Five Cents. BUFFALO BILL'S SPY SHADOWER; OR, The ttermit of Otand Canyon. ' By the author of "BUFF ALO C H APTER I. THE HERMIT OF THE GRAN"D CANYON A h orse man d r ew r e i n one m o n ing up o n the brink of w h at i s one of wo n de r s of th e w orld yet s e en b y ve r y Grand Ca n yon o f the C o lora do. A m ig ht y abyss, t oo va s t fo r the e y e t o take in in i t s g r a n d i mmens ity: a migh ty m o unt a in r ent as under a n d forming a c ha-sm w hich is a va lle y o f grandeur a n d beau t y t hrough \ vhic h flow s the Co l orado G rande 1a n d \Yit h r anges o f m o un ta in s t o w er ing t o clo udland o n all s i d es; cliffs of scarlet blu e vio let y e s all hue s o f th e r ainbow; c r ys t al st r e am s fl.o win g merril y alo ng; ve rd a nt m eadows val es a nd hill s . w i th m ass i v e fore sts ,ev,er yw h e r e stH. : h was th e s igh t that m e t th e adm i rin g o f t he h o r s e m a n as h e sat the re in hi s saddle h i s r l o r se l oo kin g clow n int o the can yo n It was a s p o t avoi ded by India n s a s the abiding lace of evil spirits; a s c e n e s hunne d b y white i11ig hty re tre a t where a fugiti v e i t would seem o uld be forever s a f e n o m atter what the crime that ;a d dri ve n him to see k a refuge there. A dmvn fro m h e re th e h o rseman h a d halted was \ the bare tra.ce o f a trail winding around the epge of. an ov erh anging rock by a shelf that was not a yard ih '"idt h a nd whic h onl y a n l an could tre a d whose head was c oo l a n d he art f ea rless. vVrapt in ad mirati o n at the scen e the mis t-cl oucl s floa tin g lazi l y up ward fr o m the can y on the si l ver rib b o n far awa y tha t r ev e a led the winding river and th:e s ongs o f b i r ds c o min g fr o m a hundred leafy o n the h ills ides the ho rseman gave a deep sigh a s though mem o ries mo s t sad w e re awakened in his b r east b y th e s cene, an d t hen dism o unting, began to unwr ap a la r i a t fro m his s ad d le-horn <. H e was dre s se d a s a miner, wo re a s l o u c h h a t, was commanding presence and his face, he avi l y b ea rded w as full o f d e t e r m inati o n intelligence a n d expression. T\vo led h o rses, carry;ing hea vy packs, were behind the anim a l he rode and a ttaching the lariat s to their b i t s he took one end aild led the way down the most peril o u s and tr' a j l along the shelf running a r o und the jutting p o int of : \Vhen h e drew n ea r the ria rrowest p o int he t o ok off


2 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. ." . -------. v ..: the sadule at1d pack ,s, and one at a ti me led the horses clownvvard and around the ha za rdous rocks. A false step, a of fright in one o{ the apimals, wou}d send him downward to the depths than a mile l;>elow. . But the trembling animals seemed to have per.feet confidence in their n1aster, and afte r a long while he got them by the point of greatest peril. Going back and forward h e carried tJ:ie packs and saddles, and replacing them upon the animals began once more the descent of the only trail leading down into the Grand Canyon, from that side. The way was n:1ggecl, most dangerous in places, and several times his horses barely escaped a fall over the precipice, the coolness, strong arm of the man alone saving them from dealh, and his stores from destruction. It was nearly sunset when he at last reached the bottom of the stupendous rift, and only the tops of the cliffs were tinged with the golden light, the valley being in densest shadow. Going on along the canyon at a brisk pace, as though anxious to reach some camping-place before nightfall, after a ride of several miles, he came in sight of a wooded can.yon, entering the oile he was then .in, and with heights towering toward heaven so far that all below seemed as black as night. But a stream wound out of the canyon, to mingle its clear waters with the grand Colorado River a mile away, and ri1assive trees grew near at hand, sheltering a cabin that stood upon the sloping hill at the base of a cliff that arose thousands of feet above it. When within a few hundred yards of the lone cabin, suddenly there was a crashing, grinding sound, a ter rific roar, a rumbling, and the earth seemed shaken violently as the wl1ole face of the mighty cliff came crushing down into the :valley, sending up showers of splintered rocks and clouds of

1'HE BU ff ALO Bill STORIES. 3 m the morning ; but thank Heav en you are safe and h o me again." "And I am happy to find you safe, Lucas I was within an eighth of a mi l e of the c J iff when it fell, and I shall never forget the sight, the soqnd, the appalling dread for a few m o ments as I fledto a spot of safety, m y h o rse s bearing me along like the wind in their mad t error." ''It was appalling, and I have not dared leave my camp since, far as I am from it, for it resounded through the canyon s like a mighty battle with heavy guns. But, c o me, comrade, and we will have supper and talk over all that has happened." The h o rses were staked out up the canyon, where grass and water were plentiful, and then the two men sat down to supper, though neither seemed to have much of an appetite after what had occurred. But Savage, the huge vicious-looking clog felt no bad results from his fright of a few hours before, and te heartil y When their pipe s were lighted the man who had latel y arrived said: "\!Veil, Lucas, I brought back provisions and other hings to last us a year, and I care not to go again rom this canyon until I carry a fortune in gold with 11e." "Yes, here we are saf e and I feel that something 1as happened t o cause you to say what you do, pard." "And I will tell yo u what it is," impressively re urned the o ne who had s poken of himself as the Herit of the Grand Canyon "Yes," he added, slowly. "I will tell you a secret, omrade. "Pard after what ha s happened the falling of the Jiff, and our narrow escape from death, I feel little ike s leep tired as I am so, as I said, I will tell you secret," continued Andrew Seldon, speaking in a 1va.y that s h owed hi s thou&hts were roaming in the. ast. "You \Yill have a g ood lis tener pard," was the an wer. "Yes, I feel that I will, and you ha v ing told me hat you were a fugiti ve from the law that your life ad it s curse up o n it, I will tell you of mine, at least nough of it to prove to you th a t I also dare not ho\Y m y face a m ong my fellow-men. "You know me as Andrew Seldon, and I have with 1e proof that I conld show to convince one that such m y name; but in reality Andrew Seldon is dead, nd I am simply play ing his part in life, for I am ot unlike him in appearance, and, as I said, I have e proofs that enable me to impersonate him. "My real name is \tVallace \i\Teston whom circum ances beyond m y control made a murderer and fugi ve a nd here I am. "I e ntered the army as a private cavalry soldier, and ? rked m y way up t o sergeant, with the hope of get ng a commission some clay. But one day another regiment came to the froutier post where I was sta tioned and a member of it was the man \vith whom I had pre v iously quarreled. \tV ell the recognition was mutual a quarrel followed, and he-his was Manton Mayhew-fell by my hand, and ht!, too, was a se rgeant. "I nothing in my defense, and accepted my fate. On one occasion, in an Indian fight, I had sa v ed the life of the scout Buffalo Bill--" "Ah, yes, I know of him," said the listei-ter, ear ne s tly. "He, in return, rode through the Indian country, to the quarters of the qistrict commander, to try and get a reprieve, hoping to glean new evidence to clear me. He was refused, and returned just as I was led down on the banks of the river for execution. I heard the result and determined in a second, to escape, or be killed in the attempt. Buffalo Bill's horse stood near, and with a bound I was upon his back rushed him into the stream s.wam across and escaped. I was fired upon by the scout, under an order to do so, but his bullets were not aimed to kill me. Night was near at hand, and pursuit was begun, but I had a good start, reached the desert and entered it. "The next day-for the scout's horse was worn d own-my pursuers would have overtaken me had I not suddenly come upon a stray horse in a clump of timber an oasis in the desert. I mounted him and pushed straight on into the desert and the next day came upon a solitary rock, by which lay the dead body of a man upon which the coyotes had just begun to feed. "He had starved to death in the desert, and the hor s e I had fo'uncl wa s his. "At once an idea seized me to let my pursuer believe that I was that dead man; so I dressed him in my uni form killed the horse near him left the scout's sadd l e and bridle there and started off on foot over the desert attired as the man whom I had found there. "With him I had found l etters, papers, and a map and diary, and these gave me his name, and more, for I found that the map wou l d lead me to a gold-mine the one in this canyon in which we have worked so well to our profit. "I wandered back off the desert and you know the rest; how I came to the camp where you lay wounded and threatened with death by your comrade, B l ack Heart Bill who knew that you had a mine which he was determined to have. In B lack Heart Bill I recog nized a brother of Sergeant Manton Mayhew, another man whom I sought revenge upon. "You remember my duel with Hugh Mayhew, and that he fell by my hand? Taking the name of Andrew Seldon and leaving all to believe that I, Wallace Weston, died in the desert, I came here, with you as m y compa111011. "We are growing rich, and though the Cliff Mine


4 ':'HE BUFFJ\LO BILL STORIESo has fallen in, there are others that will pan out even better. "But, pard, when I went to the post this time for provisions.i I came upon Buffalo Bill escorting a de sei-ter to Fort Faraway, and a band of desperadoes from the mines of Last Chance had ambushed him to rescue the prisoner. "I went to the rescue of the scout, saved him and his prisoner, and went on my way to the post; but yet I half believe, in spite of believing me dead, and my changed appearance with my long l1air and beard, that Buffalo Bill half recognized me. "I must take no more chances, so shall remain close in this canyon until ready to leave it and go far away with my to enjoy it elsewhere. "Again, pard: I had written to the home of Andrew Seldon, whom I am now impersonating, and I find that he, too, was a fugitive from the law, and that there is no reason for me to share this fortune with any one there, as I had intended to .do; so now let us be lost to the world, hermits here in this weird land of mys tery the Grand Canyon, where no one dares come, until we are ready to seek new associations and homes elsewhere, and enjoy our riches." "Pard, I thank you for your confidence, your secret. I felt that you had been a sufferer in the past, while I am sure you were not the one to do the first wrong. In all things I will be guided by you," said Lucas Langley warmly, and it being late the two men retired to their blankets to sleep. CHAPTER II. THE GRAVE AT THE DESERTED CAMP. Two men had met in the remote wilds of the Grand Canyon country, as the district bordering upon the Colorado River was called, having appointed a mys terious, deserted camp as a r endezvous. One of these men needs no description from my pen, hardly more tpan a passing introd11ction to say that he bore the name of Buffalo Bill. He had come alone from Fort Faraway, to the de serted camp over a hundred miles from the nearest habitation, to meet a new-found friend, one known in Last Chance Claim as "Doctor Dick," and a man of 1 mystery. The latter was, in person, almost as striking in ap pearance as was handsome, dashing Bill Cody, for he was tall, sinewy in build, graceful, and dressed in a way to attract attention, with his cavalry boots, gold spurs, corduroy pants, velvet jacket, silk shirt and broad black sombrero encircled by a chain of go ld links Doctor Dick, too, was not afraid either to make a lavi s h display of jewels, his weapons were mounted, as was also his saddle and bridle, and from the fact that he was an ardent and successful gambleri i and was supposed to be very rich, he was called in Last Chance "The Gold King." Doctor Dick had made his debut into Last Chance mining-camp, by bringing in the coach, one day, with the dead body of the driver on the box by his side, and two murdered passengers on the inside. He had run off, sillgle-handed, the road-agents who had held up the coach, and therefore became a hero at once, adding to his fame very quickly by showing that he could "shoot to kill" when attacked. Signifying his intention of practicing medicine and surgery in Lc:st Chance, and gamblng in his leisure moments, Doctor Dick had established himself in a pleasant cabin near the hotel, to at once become popu lar, and began to make money. When Buffalo Bill went to Last Chance on a special Secret Service mission, to investigate the holding up of the coach, and had recognized there a deserter, whom he had orders to take "dead or alive," Doctor Dick had helped him out of what appeared to be a very ugly scrape, and thus the two men had become friends. Becoming confidential, Doctor Dick had told the scout a few chapters of his life, and he alone doubted that his foe from boyhood, Sergeant wallace Weston -who had been reported as dying in the desert while seeking to escape-;was dead, and the two, the scout and the gambler doctor, had arranged to meet at the deserted camp and discover if the real truth could not be ascertained. So it was at the deserted camp they had met, and Doctor Dick had stood with uncovered head before a quaking aspen tree, at the foot of which \vas a grave. Upon the tree had been cut a name and date, and this told that there lay the form of Hugh Mayhew, killed in a duel by one whom he had wronged. It further told that Hugh Mayhew was known in the mines as a desperado, :whose cruel deeds had gained for him the sobriquet of. Black Heart Bill. Convinced that the bocl.y in the grave was that of Hugh Mayhew, after he had unearthed the remains, and recognizing in that decaying form his own brothe'l.-one of the triplets born to his mother-Doc -tor Dick had seemed deeply moved when he told that he was the last of the trio and lived to avenge them; that he was sure \i\Tallace \!\Teston, their old foe, was their slayer, for he knew from the s cout that he had killed his brother Manton at the fort, and hence he would not be convinced that the grave in the desert of Arizona held tl1e body of Weston until he had certain proof oi it. "That man who came to your rescue, who called himself the Hermit of the Grand Canyon, who sought to shun you after his service to you, is either Wallace Weston, or knows something of him, and it is his trail we must pick up on his return to his retreat, and follow to the end, before I am satisfied," Doctor Dick had said to Buffalo BilL


q"HE BU ff' BILL STORIES. 5 And so it was that the two had met at the deserted camp to pick up the trail of the Hermit and follow it to the end, bring what it might to Doctor Dick. The trail of the Hermit of the Grand Canyonwho had told the secret to his companion that he was impersonating another man, one whom he knew to be dead, to whom he owed the discovery of the gold mine then making hill1 rich-was taken up by Buffalo Bill, and his comrade, Doctor Dick, and followed to the brink of the grandest view in all Nature's marve"', the Grand Canyon of the Colorado. To a less experienced scout than Buffalo Bill, there would have appeared to be no trail down into the depths of that mighty chasm, and it would have been thought that the one whom they trailed had retraced his steps from there. But the scout was not one to be thrown off the trail by any obstacle that perseverance, pluck and hard work could overcome, and so he set about finding a way clown into the canyon, though there was no trace of a traveled path left on the solid rocks upon which he stood. Doctor Dick's determined assertion that he did not believe his old enemy, Wallace \Veston, to be dead, realy impressed the scout. The scout had been anxious to go alone with the gambler doctor, in the search, for he did have the hope that, if really found, Wallace Weston might be reconciled with Doctor Dick, while if taken by troop ers he would be returned to the fort and executed, as he was under death sentence. Buffalo Bill never forgot a service rendered him, and he did not wish to see the sergeant put to death, where he was already believed to be dead, and the secret might be kept. After a long search Buffalo Bill found the perilous path clown which the one he followed had gone with his packhorses. He revealed the fact to Doctor Dick, and the two, after a long consultation, decided to take the risk and make the descent into the Grand Valley. For men with less nerve than these two possessed it would have been impossible; and, as it was, there were times when the winding trail and dangers put their pluck to the test. At last the valley was reached, and, greatly relieved, the two went into camp before prosecuting their search further. The Hermit had admitted to Buffalo Bill, whom they had lately met upon the trail, the:t he had a com rade dwelling with him in his retreat, wherever that retreat was. Would it be that they held a secret there they did not wish known, and so would resist the intrusion of others? It might be, and that a death struggle would follow the discovery of their retreat. Still, Buffalo Bill was not one to dread wha_tever might turn and he had seen Doctor Dick hied and proven true as steel and brave as a lion. And so the sea11ch continued, the scout unerringly clinging to the trail until, just as the two felt that the retreat of those mysterious dwellers in the Grand Canyon was almost before them, they came upon a sight that caused them to draw rein and sit upon their horses appalled at the scene presented to their view. What they saw was the fallen cliff, and there, just peering out from among the piles of rocks, the shattered end of a stout cabin. They had found the secret retreat, but they stood there feeling that those who had dwelt in .that ruined cabin were beyond the sight of human eyes, buried be neath a monument of rocks an army could not remove in weeks. "And this is the encl?" said Buffalo Bill, the first to speak, breaking a silence that was appalling. "Yes, his encl, for he undoubtedly lies buried there beneath that mass of rock. "If it is my foe1 V{allace Weston, who met such a fate, so let it be." The two did not tarry long in the canyon, for a dread of the weird s )Ot seemed to have come over them. Doctor Dick roamed about, picking up bits 0 rock and examining it closely, while he muttered: "It was a gold mine that held them but that falling cliff has hidden the secret forever." And Buffalo Bill went about searching for trails, yet made no comment, whether he found any or not, to indicate that the lone dwellers in the canyon had not both perished in their cabin, and lay buried be neath the hills of rock that had fallen from heights above the valley. But, as the two men rode away up the dangerous mountain-trail, there were eyes peering upcm them they had little dreamed, and Wallace Weston mut tered: "They believe me dead now; so let it be." CHAPTER III. MASKED AND ERCILESS. Dave Dockery, the driver on the Last Chance trail, was as shrewd as he was brave, and bore many scars of wounds received in the discharge of his duty, his nerve and endurance, it was said, saving his life where other men would surely have been killed, The coach out from Last Chance had gone on its dangerous run with a very large sum in gold dust, but Dave had gotten safely through with it, and was congratulated by all who knew the chances he ha taken of losing booty and life. He had heard with regret after reachit destination, that he was to be ptf t to an going back, for a large sum. of money


THE BUf'f' ALO Bl LL STORll!.S was to be sent back to Last Chance in payment of sev eral mines purchased there by outsiders. Dave was told that the box contained at least thirty thousand dollars, and so he hid it away as best he could in the coach. He also was carrying out as freight a dozen rifles of the last and most improved repeating pattern, and double as many revolvers, intended for the vigilantes of Last Chance, and who were personally unknown to any of the miners, though it was $Uspected that either Landlord Larry, the hotel keeper, "judge," storekeeper, and proprietor of the largest gambling saloon in the place, or Doctor Dick, the Gambler Gold King, was the secret leader. Whoever the vigilante captain and his men might be, it was certain that they had a good influence over the most lawless spirits in the mines, the fact of J:peir being unknown greatly aiding their good effect. Dave Dockery had hoped that he would have a stage load of passengers upon the run to Last Chance, for he liked to have a crowd along, and then he felt that they a safeguard as well, as in numbers there was strength. But, when starting time came, only two passengers appeared, one of them a miner going out to Last Chance to hunt for a fortune, and the other a young man who Dave Dockery that he was only traveling from a love of adventure and enjoyed the wild life he thus far had met with. , He gave Dave a bunch of good cigars, showed him a silver flask of fine brandy, and was promptly invited to ride tipon the box with him, an invitation that wa s as promptly accepted. Out of the little settlement rolled the coach, followed by a cheer from the crowd gathered to see it depart, for the going and coming of the coaches in border places are events of great moment to the dwellers there. The young man in search of adventure was upon the box with Dave, and the miner passenger was in side where it was safer for him to ride, as he was in a hopeless state of intoxication. The horses dashed away in fine style, enthused by the cheer of the crowd, and Dave looked happy and proud while his companion on the box appeared to enjoy the scene immensely The young stranger was well dressed, for he had donned what was suitable for frontier roughing it and wore in his belt a single revolver, as a means of defense rather than for show or bravado. He had a fine face, fearless and frank, and looked like a man of refinement and education Dave Dockery was a good reader of human nature and took to his passenger at once, being really greatly pleased with his companionship. Three fourths of the trail had been gone over with out adventure the three stops at the relay stations for change of horses and meals for passengers having been made on time, and Last Chance was but a dozen miles away, as they neared a dreary-looking s pot in a gorge. Suddenly a sharp report rang out and Dave Dock ery fell back upon the coach and lay motionless, while out of the shadows spurred a horseman dressed in black and wearing a red mask. With his revolver lev eled at the stranger he said sharply: "i'. our turn next, sir, for I am out for blood and gold Riding on the box with Dave Dockery the young stranger had heard much of the wild ways of the border, and had been told that it would be madness to resist a "hold-up" of a coach, unless the chances were well on the side of those attacked. When, therefore, the sharp report of a revolver had been by the toppling over of poor Dave, and a masked horseman rode out of the shadows of the cliff, his revolver covering him, the young man did not just know what to do. He had with him a few hundred in money, his watch chain and a few articles of value, with some papers of importance. That the masked horseman was alone he could not believe, and yet he had, a gainst all traditions of the border, begun by firing upon Dave Dockery and not ordel:ing him to halt fir st. That he had fired to kill the bullet wound in the brea s t

I THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 'l the coach, and the man was evidently now sobered and greatly alarmed. "Then come out l" The miner quickly threw open the stage door, put his foot upon the step and then peered cautiously toward his foe Instantly there came a shot, and, without a moan, he pitched forward head foremost and fell in a heap between the wheels. "Any more?" called out the road-agent, sternly No answer came, and, revolvers in hand, he stepped to one side and opened fire at the coach. He fired with both hands, and did not cease until he had emptied his weapons and riddled the coach. Then he unslung his rifle from his saddle-horn and cautiously approached, ready to fire at the first sign of danger to himself. But he had done his work but too well, and he had nothing to fear, so advancing to the coach, found that it was empty. Quickly he set about searching the vehicle for all of value that it might carry. He found a roll of bills belonging to the miner, and a few things of va lu e in his valise. The young man panned out for him nearly a thou sand in money, and some jewelry, and Dave :QocKery was pretty well supplied with funds. But the masked marauder searched rapidly on, and evidently looked for a richer haul yet. The box was found with the money in it, and a bullet fired from his revolver shattered the lock. "Ah! here is a haul worth all risks to get," he mut tered, and the contents of the chest were put in a sack and tied upon his saddle. His work thus far had taken but a few minutes, and, apparently satisfied with what.booty he had se cured, he shot one of the wheel horses, to prevent the team going on with the coach, and, mounting the splendid animal he rode, and which was covered, head and all, with a black calico covering, he clashed away down the pass at a gallop. Hardly had the masked road-agent ridden away, when a deep groan came from the lips of Dave Dock ery. His eyes opened, and after a SUJ?reri1e effort, which cost him the greatest agony, as moans would force themselves through his shut teeth, he was able to slip clown from the box to the ground. He knelt by the side of the man who had been his companion a few minutes full. of life and vigor, and found him motionless. Then he crept on hands and knees to the side of the miner. "Dead !" came from between his clinched teeth. ft e r s ev e ral effo rts he arose by aid of a wheel to his feet, and taking a piece of paper and pencil from n .s l JOci

8 THE BUFFALO BILL STORTES. "Come, men, mount and follow tne !" Dave Dockery was liked by all, and Landlord Larry' was a very popular man; so, quickly, the miners obeyed the call to follow the one to the rescue of the other. Just as the party of mounted men were about to ride away from the hotel, under the leadership of Land lord Larry, a shout was heard down the valley, and then the cry from a score of men. "There comes Doctor Dick !" With an exclamation of pleasure Landlord Larry put sptJrs to his horse and dashed forward to meet the doctor, who warml y grasped his hand as the two met and called out: "\Vhat is it, Landlord Larry?" "Read this paper frbm Dave Dockery, wlio e v en now may be dead. vVe are going to his aid .now." "And I will go with you. "But ydur horse is worn out, Doc and you look tired aiter your long trail." "Don't mind me for I will mount a fresh horse and follow," and Doctor Dick rbde rapidly toward his own cabin. The eves of the miners followed the doctor o n his rapid ride to hi s quarters, with a l o ok as though all de P\'!nded upon him They had come to alm os t re v ere thi s hands o me stern, mysterious man wh o had come t o dwell amo n g 1.hem, yet seemed so well-fitted to adorn a far different life. His life was as a sealed book to them yet his skill as a physician and surgeon was great, his generosity unbounded, and his nerve and daring far above thos e with whom he had been forced to meet in deadly en counter. He had made his home in a snugly built cabin under the shelter of a cliff within easy walk o f the h o tel where he took his meals. He had fitted his fro ntier home with an e x t rava gance and comfort that w as surpri s ing. and had in a cabin near se v eral as fine h o r ses as c o uld be found among the mining-camp s with a Chine s e s erYant to look after them and hi s wants. The doctor has tily di s mou nted called to the Chinaq1an to throv v his saddle upon an other h o rse and l oo k after the pack-animal entered the cabin for a few mo ments and before Landlord Larry an d hi s p arty were a couple of mile s away was in rapid purs uit. He did not spare his hors e an d ov ertaki11g t h e crowd .of half-a-hundred miner h o r se men, he w as greeted with a cheer which he ackn o wledged by grace fully raising his sombrero Riding to the front of the colw1111 he to o k his place by the side o f Landlord Larry, and set a fa ster pace than that at which had been going. "YOU say that Dave Dockery v v as able to write a note landlord?" "Yes, I handed it to you to-day." "I thrust Jt into my pocket unread," and Doctor Dick n o w glanced o ver the n o te a s he rode along. I fear he i s too far gone, Larry, fo r if he h a d been able he would have come into the c a mp. I will ride s till faster, for e v ery moment c ounts with a badly wounded man, and y o u s ee I am mounted o n my racer "Push o n, do, Doc and I'll foll o w with the men a s fa st as I can," cried the landlord \i\T ith a word to Racer the h o r s e was off like an arrow and fairly flew up and d o wn hill al ong the rugged trail to reach the s cene o f the tragedy and l end aid to the wounded dri v er. At l a st the coach came in sight, and the coming miner s were v et all of two miles behind. The four c o ach h o r s e s s till attached t o the p ole, stood where they had been left by their driver, while the wheel horse shot by the road-agent l a y where he had fallen. Near the coach, t o o ne side and not twenty paces from where Buel Benton had been killed lay the form of Dave Dockery. Throwing him s elf fro m hi s sadd le Doc t o r Dick bent over him and s aid quickl y : "He s till lives! "Dq,ve Dav e! s peak t o m e The e y e s s l owly o p e ned, a nd th e r e \Yas a c o n v ul s i v e m o vem ent of the fo rm a struggle, which b eco min g violent cau s ed the d o ct o r to gras p him firmly, a n d thus hold him. The dying man s eemed in an ago ny of d es p a ir at b e ing unable t o spe a k and after a s l ight re s i s tance cea s ed hi s efforts and s ank b a ck e x h a u s t e d "Here, Dave take this for it will reYi, e you, and Doctor Dick poured so me medicin e b e tween the white lips. As he did so a g roan fro m a no th e r qua r te r s t a r tled him and glancing in the directio n fr o m w h e nce it came h e s a w the form o f the young pas se n ge r who had been r iding Oil th e b ox, qui ve r slig htl y In a n in stant h e sprang t o th e s i de o f th e o th e r suf ferer and bent ove r him placin g h is h a u d up o n his pul se. "The bull et struc k him in the fore h ead . g l a n c in g a l on g the s kull a nd c oming o u t I se e a t the back of the head "It rema in s t o s ee whether the b o ne i s fracturecla h h e re th e y c o me," and up d a s hed Landl o rd Larry and th os e wh o kl.cl k ept up wi t h h im. "How g o es it, d oc t o r ? ''Dave i s be yo nd I fe a r while thi s g e ntl eman i s ali v e though I do n o t kn o w y et how seri o u s l y wounded. "That man in rough clothe s there i s dead, a s y o u can see at a glance ; but come, we will get the w o unded men into the stage at once, and I will drive on to the camps "And the road-agents ?


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES 8 "By all means send a party to hunt them down," was the stern rejoinder. All kn e w that D o ctor Dick was a s killful driver, and that he wo uld take the coach into Last Chance sooner than any o ne else could, so they hastened to get the team ready. The h a rne ss o n the horse w.hich had been the dumb me ssenger t o make known the traged y, had been b ro u g h t back, and tvvo of the miners' h o rse:; were quickly put in as wheelers while the wounded driver and pa ssenger were tenderl y lifted into the coach. In got a c o uple of miners to support them in their arms, while the body of the man killed by the roacl agents was put upon the t o p o f the coach. Landlord Larry had himself led the party in search of the trail o f the road-agents while, mounting the box, and lea ving his h o rse to follow on behind, Doct o r D ick sent the te a m al ong at a slapping pace for Last C hance Claim. As they w en t along they met other miners c o ming ont t o the scene, but the s e were turned back as there wa s n o need o f their going, and Landl o rd Larry had with him all that was needed. It was just nightfall when the coach rolled b y the door of th e hot e l while, to the s urprise of all, Doctor Dick did not draw rein there. Ins t ead he w ent o n to his ow n c a bin and came to a halt while h e sa id t o the miner s who accompanied him:a "Irthe live s of these two men are to be saved, it will on! y be by skill and de vo ted nursin g, and I want them near me "Bring ove r t\\ o cots from the hotel and we will soo n mak e th e m as comfortable as possible." The tw o cot s \\ ere soo n brought, the wounded m e n t ende rl y lift ed o ut and the coach

.to THE BUff l\LO BILL STORIES. just from my cabin, where I have ieft one of the wounded men dead, the other a madman." A breathless silence followed these words, and then a voice broke it with: "Doc, who is the dead man?" "Dave Dockery." A low murmur of regret and sorrow passed qver the crowd, and the doctor added : "He died soon after reaching the cabin." "And t' other, doc?" "The bullet struck him in the head, slightly fracturing the bone, I fear, yet indenting it and causing a loss of reason, which I fear may never return to him." "Poor fellow! better be dead, like poor Dave," said one, and this view was the thought of all. "Pards, prepare for Dave's funeral to-morrow, and out of respect for him, let us close the saloon to-night,' for I know Landlord Larty would wish it so." A general murmur of assent followed, and t:,e doc-tor continued : "I wish two men as couriers at once, one to carry a note to Landlord Larry, for he can go to the scene of the hold-up, and start on the trail from there as soon as it is light enough to see." "I'll go, Doc," said a cheery voice, and a young man came forward. .Thank you, Wall; go with me to my cabin and I'll give you the note. "Now,, I wish a man to go as courier to Fort Far away, and re!11ember it is a dangerous and long ride." "I hain't afreered of the danger, or the ride, Doc, so I'm yer man," said a burly fellow, coming forward, and his words wer.e greeted with a cheer. Doctor Dick glanced at him and then s3.id very calmly: "Thank you, -Brassy, but I do not care to accept your services." "And just why?" "In the first place I to send a letter to Buffalo Bill, and yol.1 have expressed openly your hatred for him, for not allowing you to have your way in certain "I doesn't allow my hates to interfere with duty." "I do not care to accept your services, "Nqw, I asks a reason why?" "I have given you One." "I wants another." '-'Is this a demand?" "If be." "You shall ha ye it:" ''Then don't beat round the bush, but: have the narve to come out with it like a 11ian." All looked at Brassy with amazement. He had been drinking a nd evident1y was ji.,tst fuli enough to be_ and want trouble. . The doctor smiled, but an swered complacently: "I alwa) r s answer a de;uand, Brassy, so will tell you frankly, that I would not trust you with any message whatever." The words fell pat from the lips of the doctor, and there was no misunderstanding them, and Brassy did not, for with a yell he shouted: "Yer shall eat them insultin' words, Doctor Dick!" and quick as action could be, he had drawn his revolver and fired. The crowd had fallen back from about each man at Brassy's cry, and yet one man caught the bullet in tended for the doctor in his shoulder. It was not a second after the shot of Brassy be fore the doctor's weapon rang out. He had n .ot expected Brassy to open fire so quickly, so was not prepared for defense, but he was just so little behind him in time, that before the man could pull trigger a second time, he fired, and his bullet went straight where aimed, between the eyes of the one he intended to kill, when he dropped his hand upon his revolver. Brassy's pistol fired a second shot as he fell, but it was from the death clutch upon the trigger, and the bullet went over the heads of the crowd, while instantly was heard the doctor's quiet tones: "Come, men, who volunteers as courier to Far away?" A young man stepped promptly forward and an swered: "I was a soldier at Faraway, sir, and knb't the trail. I will go." "You are the very man, Harding; come with \!Vall to niy cabin. "Good-night," gentlemen, and remember, I pay the expenses of Brassy's funeral, so do not be mean in his burial outfit." With this Doctor Dick raised his sombrero and left the saloon, his admirers being still more with his nerve and bearing after what had occurred. The body of Brassy was removed to his cabin by those who were his friends, and all could not but agree that he had brot1ght his sudden fate upon him self, as the first reaso1i given, of his hatred to Buffalo Bill, was excuse enough for refnsi 'ng him as a courier. The salool'l was closed, al'1d the other gambling and drinking-places followed the example set and also closed their doors for the night, so that quiet soon rested in the mining-canips of Last Chance. In the meanwhile, Doctor Dick, accompanied by \!Vall and Harding, had gone to his quarters, where Loo Foo was found making a cup of tea, alone with the dead and w9unded, and seemingly unmindful of the fact. Entering the cabin, the doctor drew the blanket back from the form of poor Dave Ddckery and revealed to the two couriers the honest, brave face of the driver. "Poor Dave. "He is on 1-iis last trail now," he said, softly, and seating himself at his table he hastily wrote two letters.


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 11 One read: "DEAR LARRY: "Dave died soon after reaching my cabin. "If you do not find trace of the outlaws by sunset, it \vo uld be well to return, sooner, if you can get no clew whatever. "I send Harding to Fort Faraway, with a note to Buffalo Bill, as I promised to do, if there was another hold-up o n the Overland Trail. "J had tp kill Brassy t o -night but Wall will e x plain the circumstances. ''Get back to poor Dave's funeral at sunset to-mor r ow; if p oss ible I closed sa l oo n to-night out of respect to Dave "The young pa sse nger will be a mad man if he recovers. "Yours, DOCTOR DICK." The note to Buffalo Bill told of the hold-up on the stage trail the death of one passenger, wounding of another and killing of Dav e Dockery, and closed with: "Landlord Larry i s on the trail of the outlaws, and all will be clone to hunt them down that it is possible to d o I will drive the coach back on the run, and until another driver can be found. "If you cannot come now, state what you think best to be done and it will be attended to "Yours, DocTOR DICK." The couriers left as soon as the letters were received, and having seen them depart, Doctor Dick went over to the hotel to get his supper, which Loo Foo had or dered for him after which he returned, looked at his patient, gave him a do se of medicine, and throwing him self up o n his bed w as soon fast asleep, wholly ob livious, it s eemed, of the dead man and the sufferer ithin a few feet of him. The courier on the trail of Landlord Larry found him a nd his halfhundred miners, trailing the moun. tains and valleys over in search of some trace of the coming of the road-agents to the scene of the tragedy, and their going therefrom. But the sea r c h of the evening before, and up to the of \i\Tall a t noon, when they had gone into camp, h a d been wh olly in vain. Not a h oof track could be found of the road-agents' h o r ses, n o r a place where they had lain in wait until the stage came along. Landlord Larry was n o t o ne to wa s te energy upon imp oss ibilities, and after reading Doctor Dick's letter h e decided t o return with hi s m e n to L a st Chance. They set out s oo n after the midday re s t and arrived in Last Chance jus t as all was in readiness for the buri al of Dave Dockery and Brassy, for a double funeral w as t o be had. The landlord dism iss ed his men and went at once to the quarters (){ Doctor Dick, w no greeted him warmly and asked : "Any success?" "Not a bit." "Too bad." "We could not find the photograph of a trail, and to search longer was a waste of time, so as the men wished to go to Dave's funeral, I just came in." "It was about all you could do under the circumLarry." "I see that they have got the corpse you furnished rigged out for burial too." "Brassy?" "Yes." "\i\!hy not for he has a number of friends?" "Don't fear no trouble, do yer ?" "No, I think not, for Brassy prescribed for himself and I administered the medicine." "Served him right for playing with edged tools." "I will not say that, poor fellow, for life was dear to him; but he shouJd have been more careful." "We will go together to the burial." "By all means, and I 'll give my friends a hint to be ready if Brassy 's pards go to showing an ugly mood, while you will go prepared, Doc? " I always am," was the laconic response. "Now, how's yer sick man?" ''He will recover bodily, but never mentally, I fear." "I'm sorry," and Landlord Larry went to prepare for the burial. In half an hour all was ready to .start, and Doctor Dick and Landlord Larry were given the places of honor at the procession, or rather just following what was called the Band," and which consisted of a dozen men who sung the music, the leader alone play ing on a cornet. At the command of the doctor, who was the master of ceremonies the procession moved off to the music of "I would not live alway," really beautifully rendered, for there were some splen did voices in the band, and the cornet leader was a master of the instrument. Following were the miners, marching eight abreast, eight men bearing the body of Dick Dockery, borne on a litter on their shoulders The body was incased in a board coffin, and behind followed eight men likewise carrying the body of Brassy. Up the canyon to the cemetery beneath the cliffs filed the column at funeral pace, keeping time to the splen did voices, that changed from air to air as they marched along, and which echottd and re-echoed among the hills. The burying-ground was reached, the bodies placed by the side of the graves dug for them and Landlord Larry consigned them to their last resting-place by


12 THE BUFFALO BILL STO"ll!:S. repeating the words of the burial service over them, no partiality being shown. But when the coffin, with the weapons, hat and whip of Dave Dockery was into the grave, hun dreds of bold, brawny men stepped forward and threw in upon it bunches of wild flowers they had gathered, and, when filled up, the little mound was covered from view by these sweet offerings of manly regard for the dead driver, while in strange contrast was the barren grave of Brassy, for his immediate friends had not thought of gatheri g flowers, there being no sentiment in his death. Doctor Dick looked calmly on, and perhaps it was his stern, mien that stayed the trouble that several of Brassy's pards seemed to have decided upon there in the sacred resting-place of the dead, perhaps the belief that they would be quickly sent to join their comrade, for they created no disturbance, only with a significant glance at the Gold-King Gambler, as Dick was called, turned and walked away with the bearing of men who would bide their time to avenge. CHAPTER V. THE COURIER. The man who volunteered to take the long and dan gerous ride to Fort Faraway, to carry a letter to Buf falo Bill, had ridden along steadily after leaving Last Chance, until a couple of hours before day. Then he halted, staked his horse out, and wrapping himself in his blanket, went to sleep. For several hours he slept serenely, then, awakirig, he cooked his breakfast and was soon again in the saddle. J;Ie seemed to understand frontier craft perfectly, and to appreciate just what his horse could stand, so did not press him too hard. Camping at nightfall, he was again on the trail at daybreak, and held steadily on during the day. Another night camp and he rode into Fort Faraway the next morning before the hour of noorf. He was directed at once to the quarters of Buffalo Bill, and though, having been a soldier there, he recog nized r.nany old friends, he saw that, dre s sed as he then was, and with his beard grown out, the recognition was not mutual. But the moment he entered the presence of Buffalo Bill, he was recognized and warmly greeted, for the scout had always liked the young soldier, who had been given his discharge on account of a severe wound received in an Indian fight, which it was thought would render him lame for life. "Well, Harding, I am glad to see you, and you de serve credit for the plucky ride you have made. "How is the old wound getting on now?" "All right, Bill, for am not r f 11 lame, I am glad to say." "And you are getting rich, I suppose?" "Well, no, but I have laid up some money in mining, only I cannot stand upon my wounded leg long at a time, and so I am going to ask you to take me on as a scout under your command, if you can do so." "Harding, you are just the man I want, and you are in that very place where I need you, so you can retun:1 to your mine, and pretend to work as before, for there is where I wish you to serve me, since I re ceived this letter from Doctor Dick." "Thank you, Pard Cody, for your kindness and will be glad to do as you wish; but may I favor?" "Certainly." "It is that no one knows that I am in your service, not even Landlord Larry or Doctor Dick, for I c a n work petter, I am sure." "It might be a good idea to have it so, and it shall be as you wish, for you can do better work as a spy, and I have full confidence in you, H a rding. But \Ye will talk over just what it is best to do, when I have reported to Major Randall the holding up of the coach, and killing of Dave Dockery and the others. Buffalo Bill then left the courier and went to head quarters, where he held a long conversation with the commandant of the post. Returning to his own quarters, he said to Harding, who was awaiting him: "\Veil, pard, the major has heard the whole story, and he has left it to me to go in my own way about running dow11 these road-agents, for, though but one was seen there were evidently more at the hold-up." "I do not doubt that, for one man would be a b o ld one to alone make an open attempt to hold up a coach with Dave Dockery on the box, and knowing that he had passengers with him." "'vVell, Harding, you are to return to Last Chance and give letters I will write to Landlord Larrry, and I wish you to go to work in my service, and secret service it must be, as you said, no one knowing that you are doing else than carrying on your mining as before. I will give you a paper which will protect you, for Major Randall will indorse it officially, and you can use it in case of trouble or necessity, not otherwise." "I thank you, friend Bill, and I'll be discreet, I promi s e you; but now there is another thing I wish to tell you, and to ask what you think of it." "Well, what is it, Harding?" "Do you believe that Sergeant Wall ace 'vVeston is dead?" was the query, in a low, earnest tone. Buffalo Bill fairly started at the unexpected secret asked him by Hal Harding, the miner, and gazing in tently at him, asked : "Vvhy do you ask such a question, Harding?" "I will tell you when you answer my question, Mr. Cody." "Whether i believe Sergeant Wallace Weston dead?" "Yes, sir. 1


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 13 "I Clo." "You have good reason for believing it, then?" "I have." "Please tell me what it is." "As you have some motive above curiosity in ask ing, I will do so, Harding," and Buffalp Bill told the whole story of Sergeant Weston's escape from execu tion, and the finding of a body in his uniform upon the desert, and burying it. But he added: "I confess, Harding, after a talk with Doctor Dick upon the subject, I was led to doubt to a certain degree the death of the sergeant, and even followed a trail which I supposed was his." "Wit h what result, sir?" "That we found the trail led to a mine which had caved in and crushed the cabin home of those who dwelt there!" "vVhen was this, sir?" "But a short while ago." "Do you mind giving me the date?" Buffalo Bill took a notebook from his pocket and gave the exact elate. "Now, Harding, you have some knowledge upon this subject, a secret to tell." "Yes, sir." "Out with it." "Yo u will keep it in confidence, between us two?" "Certainly." "You know that the sergeant was my friend, that he had saved my life twice in battle, and I loved him as I did a brother?" "I remember." "No man knew him better than I did in the fort, for we were boon comrades for over a year, and I knew his features perfectly, and more, other marks of iden tification about him." "Yes." "The sergeant hacl one mark that he was sensitive about and kept hidden from all, though I saw it sev eral times "vVhat was it?" "He had a peculiar way of dressing his hair, with a curl hanging over his forehead." "I remember it." "Be neath that curl, sir, was a birthmark." "Ah!" "It was a peculiar one that wa s a red cross, an inch in length upon his forehead, and perfect in shape." "Indeed?" "Yes, and I saw that same mark on a man' s fore head a few days before the date you say that Sergeant Weston, if it was he, was buried in the caved-in mine." "Ah! and \vhere did you see it?" "I had gone to \i\Tingate by coach, sir, to collect some money due me from several soldiers there, and in the sutler's store I saw a man whose face I was sure I h a d seen before. "He wore his hair and beard long, and seemed to stoop badly, or was round shouldered; but the form otherwise was the same, so were the eyes and shape of the head, with a round gold setting the size of a pin's head, in one of the front teeth. '-'Reading a letter that seemed to impress him, he took off his hat and pushed his hair backi and I saw the red cross mark' on his forehead. "I went up to see him as though to attract his atten tion, but he looked at me as though he had never seen me before, yet his face flushed and paled as he looked. "Now, Mr. Cody, that man was none other than Sergeant vVeston, and I'll swear to it, but I would not tell any other man than you, for if he escaped death no one is more glad of it than I, unless--" "Unless what, Harding?" "Unless, a poor man, and a hunted one, he turned road-agent and was the m(\n who held up the coach, killing Dave Dockery." "No, Harding, I can hardly believe that of him, and then, too, the coach was just held up, and this man, with his pard, perished in the cave-in of their mine." "Well, sir, if it was in my power to capture Sergeant W estoi1, never would I lay hand upon him, and I be lieve you feel the same way, unless it was your orders to do so. "Still, somehow, the thought came to me that, a fugitive, and friendless he might have turned outlaw." "I do not think so, and I am sure now that, if it was Weston who came to my aid, when I was attacked by an outlaw gang a short time ago, and whom you saw, that he perished in the mine; but now let us go over what I wish you to do, and my plan to run clown these road-agents, who, I am sure, are from Last Chance Claim and nowhere else," said Buffalo Bill. CHAPTER VI. "OLD HUCKLEBERRY." A pall seemed to have fallen r over Last Chance, in the death of Dave Dockery, .and its life began to flag in gloom. Seeing this, and fearing that the hold-up of the coach might injure the mines, Landlord Larry decided to get up a scheme to attract outsiders to the mines, and so the rumor went out of a large find of gold in one of the canyons near the town. A couple of miners only were put there to work it, and the claim was known as the "Doctor Dick Mine," as the Gold King at once bought from the landlord a half interest in it. This news stirred the miners to increased exertions in their own mines, and also caused prospectors to go out on the search for new "finds." The wounded passenger continued to steadily im prove bodily, under the sI<1ll and kind care of Doctor Dick, but mentally his mind was a wreck, and no one believed that he w9uld ever his reason. I


14 l"HE BUFFALO BILL_ STORIES. Doctor Dick hinted at an operation some day that might relieve the pressure upon the brain, yet spoke of it also as an experiment and a dangerous one, only to be tried as a last resort. The passenger was as docile as a child, gave no trou ble, and simply sat about whittling sticks into the shape of a revolver, his only occupation. ') -.A:t last the week passed by, when the stage was to start again upon its run eastward. A number of miners had volunteered as an escort, hut Doctor Dick said he would drive on the run out and come back as a passenger, and he did not expect trouble, so would not accept an armed escort. The night before the stage was to start, Harding, the courier to Fort Faraway, returned. He brought with him a letter from Buffalo Bill to Doctor Dick, and another for Landlord Larry, stating that the troops at the fort were pressed just then with extra duty, as the Indians were in an angry mood, and for them to do what they could for the protection of the coaches until Major .Randall, who was in com mand at the fort, could investigate and patrol the trail. Harding had little to say of his visit to fort, more than to hint that the soldiers were too much occu pied just then with their own affairs to care much for the killing of a stage-driver and couple of passengers. As no government funds had been taken by the out laws, the miners would have to look to their own pro tection, for a while at least. The courier also stated that there were stories at the fort of secret finds of gold in and about Last Chance, and he would give up his intention, expressed some time before, of selling out his miring interests, and in stead, stick to hard work, in the hope of striking it rich in the end. The next morning the coach was to start, and as it was to go out at an early hour many of the miners de cided to remain up all night gambling to see it leave, for it would be the Sabbath day, when they could rest. Doctor Dick had been too busy of late with his pa tient and others matters, to devote much time to gambling, and so he also decided to make a night of it at the gambling tables. \iVhen the dawn came many regretted that he had done so, for never had he played more recklessly, and never before had he been such a large winner, for luck seemed to go his way from the start. Play what game he might he was a winner, and going from table to table he "broke the combination" as one of the miners expressed it. The dawn was at hand when he went to his cabin for a bath, and in half an hour he came back to the hotel for breakfast, looking little like a man who had passed the night over a gambling table. He was dressed in his best, was well armed, and coming out from a hearty breakfast lighted a cigar and mounted to the stage box at a single bound, an act that gained for him a cheer upon hii agility. "All ready, Landlord Larry," he called out as he gathered up the reins, and the answer was : "No passengers, mails aboard, go!" Doctor Dick gathered up the reins in a way that showed him a master of the art of driving. He looked very dashing and handsome, as he sat on the box, his long hair falling upon his shoulders and his face devoid of all dread of what he might have to encounter upon his run . He puffed the blue sn:ioke of hjs cigar in rings above his head, and with a wave of the hand at the word, "Go," gave the whip lash a quick whirl and made the crack resound like a pistol shot. The six horses bounded forward and a wild yell of admiration of the volunteer driver's pluck went up from the crov.-cl. As the coach rolled clown the valley the miners come out from their cal;>ins and gave him a cheer, and it was a constant, continuous yell along the line until he had left the .last camp behind him. The six horses had be en sent along at a rapid pace until the camps were left behind, the doctor showing his great skill as a driver in clashing over places, and around corners where others had found it safer to go slow, but when the last cabin disappeared the team was brought clown to a jog, for the way was long before them. THe scene of the last tragedy was passed at a walk, the doctor glancing calmly at the spot where Dave Dockery had lost his life, along with his passengers. The first relay was made, and the stock-tender there, who had heard the nev.'s of the hold-up from Landlord Larry's men when searching for the road-agents, ex pressed pleasure at seeing the coach come in safe and with Doctor Dick upon the box. "Anything suspicious about, pare!?" asked the doc tor. "No, sir, hain't seen a man around since poor Dave went by on the last run, which was his last run on earth." "Yes, poor fellow, he is gone." "You doesn't mean ter say th:

l THE BUFF' ALO BILL STORIES ways made for the night, as there was a canyo n t here t o go through w hi c h c o uld only be driven in t h e daylig ht and the rela y of horse s taken in the to p ull into the station at the end of the run for the driv e r on th e Last Chance end of the l ine But the d oc t o r reach ed what was known as Canyon End Station s o on after dark, and after supper turned in in one of the c o ts in the cabin provided for p assen gers and was soon fa s t a s leep. H e w a s up at an earl y h o ur, had b r eakfa s t lighted a cig a r a nd vvith a sp a nking fine team t oo k the peril o u s nm throu g h the c a nyo n at a trot, driving the twent y mile s that end e d his run in a l ittle over three hours. The s tage r ollin g in at a brisk pace to the station a t W--, was g reet e d with cheers, for the news had com e fr o m F ort Faraw ay the d a y before of Dave Dock e ry' s de a th, t h e killin g of one pas s enger, wounding of another and th e robb e ry o f the c o ach The brav e m a n wh o had dared drive through was greet ed with cheer s b u t he had hardly dismounted fr o m the box when h e was informed that he would have t o dri v e ba c k a s th e re was no driver there who w o uld t a k e t h e ri s k at a n y price. Othe r driver s had b e en sent for, men who were afra id of n othing, but n o o ne had yet bee n found who w o u l d dri ve t h e run to L as t C h ance, which had been set clo wn in the fr o nti e r vo c abulary as the "Sure De a th Trail." D o ct o r Di c k agr e ed t o dri v e the coach back on con diti o n that th e clri \er wh o came t o take cha 1 ge shoul the cause of de l ay with e v ery one in the dark as to the rea l cause. Again Landlord L arry h ad s o mething to say, and it wa s t o the eff ect that the coach was not dash ing a long with its accu s tomed sp e ed in corning in at t he end of the trail that D o ct o r Dick was on the box, and alone, w hile h e seem ed t o dri v e in a very careful manne r very d iffer ent fr o m his going, a way on his dri".e out. N ea r e r and ne a rer came the coach up the valley, e v er y e y e up o n it, and all won:dering, guessing and as -.. sertin g their views o f what' had happened. "The d o ctor is there .that is c e rtain,' ; said one "Tvvo h o rses ha v e been killed another r ema r ked "He m a y ha v e l ost them in the bad roads," was an an sw er "Per. haps they were sho t dow11 by r oad-agen ts." "He has n o p asse11ge rs." See h ow he dri ves." "He's c o ming on as s l o w as a snail." "See, he i s drivi r1g wit h one h and "vV h a t d oes th a t mean?" H i s left h a nd i s hanging by hi s side "He h as sure l y been w ounded." And s o th e cot'nm e nts ran arom jcl, as all stood watch in g the comin g c o a ch,. \ V hich h aJf an hou r after com:. ing in si g ht rolled u p to the h ot e l came t o a halt a n d w as greet ed with a wild c h orus of cheers from the as s e mbl e d miner s D o ct o r Dick s hand so me face v v as pale, h i s eyes had a h aggard -loo k and his teeth were firmly set. They knew that he had pa ssed through s orhe dread ordea l and a silence fell up o n all, waiting for him t o sp eak. They s a w that his left arm w as car r i ed in a sling ; his hanclkerchieflrnotted arnund h i s neck, and that a red stain wa s upon bis slee v e :


I 11 THE BUFF l\LO BILL STORIES. Furthermore they saw that the two wheel horses \Vere missing, the center pair having been put back in their place. Upon opening the stage dqor to see if there were any passengers, Landlord Larry started back as the dead form of a man pitched out qn his head The door being open it was 'Seen that a sc:cond form was in the coach, all in a heap in one corner. There were red stains upon the steps, and upon the ct1shions, and everything indicated that the stage had nm a death gantlet. But, excepting his pale, stern face, the doctor was as sete11e a:s a May morn though his v,oice showed when he "I'll ask your aid, landlord, for I am weakened from loss of bldod. Bind my arrn up to stop the fl.ow and I'll see how serious the wound is He said no more, but was at once aided from the box and over to his cabin, Landlord Larry leaving his clerk to 1ook after the mails and the dead passengers. Arriving at the cabin Doctor Dick had his coat sleeve slit open and the bandage he had tied about his arm removed. His silk shirt sleeve was also cut, and then the wound was revealed in the fleshy part of the arm. Taking a probe from his case Doctor Dick, after swallowing a glass of brandy, coolly proved the wound, found the ball, and aided by Loo Foo, the Chinee, un der his direction, soon extracted the bullet. Then the wound was -skillfully dressed, the arm rested in a sling, and Doctor Dick, lolling back in his easy chair, asked with the greatest sangfroid: "Well, Landlord Larry, how goes all at Last Chance?" The landlo r d was amazed at the coolness of the man, and said quickly : "Oh, Last Chance is 0. K.; but it is your run that we are dying to hear about, Doc." "Well, it was a close call for me, Larry, I admit for I found foes where I t;xpected friends." "You were held up? "Yes." "It the masked road-agents ? "Not this time." "Ah, who then? "I did riot form their acquaintance by name, but perhaps a search of the bodies may reveal." "You killed them?" "Two." "Where are the bodies?" "I brou ght them along in the coach." "I thought they were passengers who had been killed." "They \vere." "How do you mean?" "They J.eft \V-booke d a:s pas s engers, but reached Last Chance as deadiiead road-agents." "Now I begin to undersfand." "It was your two passengers who attacked you. "T ust so." ''it is a wonder that they did not kill you." -''They would easily have done so had I not sus pected them; but I grew suspicious, and without ap pearing to do so, watched their every look and move. They said they would lie dowti on top of the coach and rest, so they spread their blankets and did so . I thought this strange, as just before I had told them we were approaching the scene of the hold-ups. But I kept my eye upon them, and, as we neared the cliff the sun shone brightly clown and I distinctly saw the shad ows of the two men as they arose and drew their re vol\ 1 ers. I drew mine as quick as a flash, turned, and caught this shot in the arm, while a second bullet whizzed by my head." The doctor in his story, as though recalling the thriling scene,. which had so nearly cost him his life, and a sad look came into his eyes as though he felt that his mission seemed ever to kill. So lost was he in thought, that Larry had to recall him to his story by saying: "It was a very close call for you, Doc." "A close call indeed, and, but for the shadows on the cliff, revealing the hostility of my two passengers, my death would have followed. "But, my discovery of their intention, and quick ness in facing them disconcerted them both, clestroy 'ing their aim, close as they were to me." "They did not fire again ? "Oh, yes; several shots, two of which kiled my wheelers; but I got in my work by firing two shots also." "Killing them?" "Yes, for you will find my bullet brands in their forelieads. The horse s had s tarted forward at the shots, and as the wheelers fell, the coach gave a lurch which sent the two men from the t o p to the ground' just a s I fired on them. I quieted my team, and first bound my arm up as tightly as I could to stop the flow of blood and then / dismounting, picked up the two dead men, threw them into the coach and drove on. Of course, my wounded arm gave me more and m ore trouble, and I could not drive but very slowly with one hancl, and hence my delay in arrival. But I g o t in without being robbed, which I am very glad of, for there is :i large mail on thi s run. N o\v I will have Loo Foo fetch me some supper and retire for I am about played out, and you can search the two men and let me know the result in the morning." "But one minute-how is my patient? "Bodily all right, but his mind, as you said would be the case, is gone. "Poor fellow Good night Larry, and hurry Loo Foo over with my supp e r, please." La11dlord Larry bade Doctor Dick good-night and departM more than ever impressed with the idea that the Gold King Gambler was a very remarkable man.


I THE-BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 17 Going to his hotel, Landlord Larry found nearly every denizen of Last Chance awaiting him, and a suppressed excitement was apparent in all. The two bodies had been taken into the hotel office, to await the coming of the landlord, aii.d there they lay rnvered with a blanket. The moment Landlord Larry was slen, coming from the cabin of Doctor Dick, cries a-..)se of: "Speech! Speech!" "Tell the news, landlord!" and so on. Larry mounted to the piazza of the hotel, and in a few words told the story of Doctor Dick's run ning the gantlet and the nerve he had shown in the ordeal he had passed through. "Oh, he's got t;her nerve of Old Nick, as we all knows," cried a miner, and this intended compliment was acquiesced in by one and all. Having learned the news, the miners adjourned to the saloons and the toasts for the next few hours were to: "Doctor Dick, a man o' narve from 'way back." Until a late hour the miners drank and g:ambled, and then, toward dawn, quiet reigned in the camps, broken only now and then by a yell from man who \vas too full of liquor to go to sleep. The next morning, greatly to the delight of all, Doctor Dick appeared at breakfast and received an o..-a tion. Loo Foo had dressed his wounded '8.rm, and though sore, it was all right, Doctoi Dick said, yet he was pale from loss of blood. After breakfast he mounted his horse and too"k the rounds to his patients, and everywhere he was greeted with a welcome that could not but flatter him. But the two \veeks before date of the return of the coach, for the runs were semi-monthly, passed away and no dr1\'er appeared from .\V-to carry the stage out, so it began to look veiy much as though Doctor. Dick would have to again take the reins. The sea rch of the dead bodies of the two road-agents had reveaied nothing as to their identity, for, excepting their weapo1is, a little money some odds and ends in their pockets, they had nothing of value, or identifi cation about them, and they were buried at the ex pense of Doctor Dick, who would have it so, as he very laconically remarked : "As I killed them I should pay their expenses vvhen they are unable to do so." At last the clay for the starting of the coach came round, and Doctor Dick, as no one else volunteered, expressed his willingness to take the reins though he remarked: "This shall be the last run I shall make, so you must get a man here, Landlord Larry, to go, if I do not bring one back with me from \--." And 0nce more Doctor. Di<::k rolled away ,.,-ith a cheer from his admirers. He had an uneventful run of it on the way to W--, and arrived \\'ithout accident or delay on time at the end of his journey. He was weil received, but the stage-agent at Wtold him not a volunteer had put in an appearance for the place of driver. Double the price had been offered, but there were no takers, and the agent added : "You must find some dare-devil at Last Chance who is willing t0 risk his life upon the lfox, while rest as sured, Doctor Dick, I have reported your noble service for the company in its dire need and it will be appre appreciatecl." "I do not care for pay, or thanks, only I wish to be relieved of a duty I do not like especially as it in terferes with my own work," was the answer. 1 Just before the time came for the starting of the coach a horseman rode up and dismounted at the stage office. He was an odd-looking individual, tall, but with a hump on bis back, awkward in gait, and dressed in buckskin leggings, hunting shirt and a pair of bodts. His hair was long, bushy, and would have been white but for its soiled appearance, and he had it croi)ped, or banged in front, like an Indian, or fash ionable young miss, to keep it out of his eyes. His face was clean shaven, but the hue of leather, he wore a pair of iron-rimmed His slouch hat was worn in reality, for the rim fell down upon his shoulders, save in front, where the flap was turned up and fastened with an army button. He was armed with a pair of old, but serviceable revolvers ari' gly-looking bowie knife with a deer's horn handle, and combined rifle.and shot gun, double barreled. Then his horse was as queer as his master in ap pearance, being a large, raw-boned animal, with patches of hair upon him, a long tangled mane and tail, devoid of shoes, though his hoofs looked as tough as iron. The saddle was also a back number, and the stake rope served for a bridle-as well. A lariat hung at the saddle-horn, also a hatchet, and in a large rubber blanket was rolled his bedding, while a bag contained a coffee-pot, frying-pan, tin cup, plate and provisions. He\ looked the crowd over as he drew rein, and asked quietly: . "vVho s boss o' this lay-out?" "I am," and the stage-agent stepped forward. "I hears thet yer wants a man ter drive yer o l d hearse on ther trail ter Last Chance and back." "I do." c "I' m yer huckleberry." "You." "Yas, me." "Are you a driver?" "Ef I wasn't J'd not be sidi a durned fool as te r trust myself on a two-story hearse, i;>ard."


' 8 THE BUFF l\LO BILL "Wno sent you Here?" declining the invitation of the stock-tender to sleep 1n "Nobody, for I hain t o ne ter be sent." the cabin. "\tVhe re did yo u come from?" He was on his box on time the next morning, and "Ther up-country whar I has been trappin', huntin', with Doctor Dick by his side, went off on his run. prospectin' and killin' a Injin or tw o-see!" He was a disposed to silence, for he did not "And now you wish to turn stage -driver? speak often, unless Doctor Dick addre ssed him. "If it pays what they t o ld me at Fort Faraway I But he w ulcl ask now and then about the trails, does." and showed some interest in the gambl er k ing's stories "The pay is good; but have yo u no ?" of the different road-agents' attacks upon the way to "Yas." Las t Chance. "Where are they?" He greeted the stock-tenders at the relay stations "Here." p l easantly, said he hoped to be with them for some The old m an put his hands up o n his revolvers and time and kept the team at the pace set for schedule drew them with a lightning-like motion that surprised time the lookers-on. Passing the scenes of the severa l tragedies, he drew "They are pretty good references on a pinch and rein for a few minutes and attentively regarded the sur you may have cause to u se them if you drive this trail." roundings, but drove on again without a word of "I has used them before, and I guess I kin do it comment. ag'in," was the quiet re sponse. Doctor Dick had become more and more interested "Wheq could you begin?" in the strange driver, had told him all he cou l d about "Now.1 the trai l and time to make going and coming, and was is your name?" a n xious t o have him make no mistakes, he said "Old Huckleberry, but the boys calls me Old Huck He tried to draw him out time and again, but in for short; but durn ther name, call me what yer wants vam. ter, and I'll be thar." All h e cou ld rearn fro111 him was that he had lived "Well, Pard Huckleberry, 1 r a ther like your style, for man y years upon the frontier and preferred to d o and have a mind t o give you a tri a l." so for reasons best known to him se lf. "Ef yer kin do bett e r don't do it; but if yer can't, He said he was a trapper, Indian-fighter, hunter and count on me, for as I said afore, I'm yer huckleberry. p ro spe ctor, that w.as all, and he tried t o do his duty in and ready for the game." every work he undertook. .. Doctor Dick had been close l y looking at the old v0lMore he would n o t say of himself and the doctor unteer and sa id something in a whisper to the gave up trying to "pump" him agent, who at once said : \.V hen the coach came in sight of Last Chance, Old "I'll take you, and the time for starting is alm os t Huckleberry showed no satisfaction at having made up." the run ii1 safe ty, or excitement at driving in for the "I'm ready, only take care of my horse at my exfirst time. pense," an .cl the vo lunteer dismounted ready for w o rk. He quickened the pace of his team, handled his rein s \Vhen h e mounted the st a ge box, Doctor Dick with a skill that won the admiration, as he had all yielded to him the reins. al ong, of Doctor Dick, and a t last came to a halt pefore He seized them in a somewhat awkwai-cl manner, the hote l with a whoop and the words: yet with the air of one who knew j ust what to do, t ook "Here we be, boss!" the whip, gave it a resounding crack and started off at Doctor Dick introduced Old Huckl eberry from the a brisk pace. box, as soon as the cheer that greeted their arrival had There were four passen gers inside, all miners g o ing died avvay. to Last Chance, lured there by the rumor of richer "Parcls, I i s glad ter know yer, and I greets yer," mines having been found, for the stories were circu-ancl with this Old Huckleberry dismo un ted from the latin g more and more that there were rich finds !1eing box a nd asked at once for the "feed room." disco vered there every day. He ate his su pper with a relish, smoked his pipe, and "That man knows h ow to handle the rei ns as well declinin g a bed in the hotel, saying it would smother as the best of them, old though he may be and a tri fie him to sleep in between walls, took an ax and hatchet, awkward," said the stage-agent, as he saw the vo lun with a few n ails, and, going up on the hillside where t eer driver sending his team a long at a slapping pace, there was a thicket, soon built for himself a wicky-up in sp it e of the fact that the trail was none of the best that would keep him sheltered even in a s t orm. along there. He carried his few traps there, and then stuck up a The coach soon disappeared from the sight of those notice which read: at W--, made the night halt on time, and as soon as h e had had his s upp er the new driver wrapped himself in his blanket and threw him self down out of doors, "OLD HUCKLEBERRY'S CLAIM." Having completed his quarters, he strolled about


THE BUFF l\LO BILL STORftES. 19 ainong the saloons and gambling dens, watching the playing, but neither drank nor gambled, and at last, tiring of looking on, went to his roost and turned in for the night, an object of curiosity to all, yet also of adrriiration, for a man who would volunteer to drive the coach over that trail was one to command respect in Last Chance. CHAPTER VII. THE WAY IT WAS DONE. The ne\',;. driver drove the run to W--. for several round trips, and not once had he been held up, or seen any sign 6f a road-agent on the way. He made the regular time, drove without any acci dent vvhatever, attended to his business, associated with no one, or, that is, to be on intimate terms with any one, not even Doctor Dick, and still slept in his little shelter on"the hill. He had fitted this up more comfortably, and said that ne felt perfectly at home there, while, on the re turn from W--he had led his horse back behind the coach, wishing to have hin1 at Last Chance, where his stay was always two weeks, for there was only a clay's stop at the other end of the run. He was wont to go on long hunts, mounted upon "Rawbones," as he called his horse, and he kept Landlord Larry well supplied with game. One day as Old Huckleberry was returning to Last Chance, and neared the Dead Line, the scene of the other hold-up, he suddenly threw his rifle to his shoul der and sent a shower of buckshot into a thicket ahead. A rifle bullet from the other barrel was sent to the other side, and the whip was brought down upon his team in a way that put them into a run. Seeing them well started, he threw the reins over the brake and with a revolver in each hand opened a fusil ade on both sides of the trail, while he called out to his passengers : "Blaze away into the bushes, clurn yer, for thar is game thar ter kill." All this had not taken over half-a-dozen seconds, an

20 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES.' "I t ell yer, landlord, it were prime fun and no mis take, and as ther insiders helped with their guns, you bet we waltzed through them stared road agents in a way that crippled 'em and come in on time. "That's all ther is o f .ther story / boss, and Old Huckleberry puffed away at his pipe agafo in the most unconcerned manner possible. Hardly had Old Huckleberry finished his simp l e story of his brave act in saving his passengers, and the coach from robbery when a voice at the door said: "Ho, old gentleman, I have just hea1:d at the hotel of your splendid work this afternoon and have come to 1 congratulate you." "Come in, Pard Doc, and camp on that. blanket thar before ther fire. I is glad to see yer, but I don't need no C0ngratulations, for I hain't done nothing more than I oughter." "Well, old man, you saved the lives of your passen gers, and a rich freight, I learn, and I know as well as any one how to appreciate what you did, for I have driven the trail, you remember." "I know it, and done it well." "I also praised Old Huck, Doc, but he does not care to be thanked; but what is to be done about the at tempted attack on the coach?" said Landlord Larry. "I'll go out so as ter git thar at daybreak, and see if thar can be any trail found. "It is spittin' now, but not much a q d I guess we can find if we done any harm in our fire and maybe track the varmints," said Old Huck. "And I'll go with you," said Landlord Larry. "Count me another," the doctor added Then it was decided to take a dozen men along, and the doctor and the landlord bade the old driver goodnight and departed, when he at once turned in, after throwing a large log upon his fire to burn until morn ing. "That is a strange old character, Larry," said Doctor Dick, as the two walked back to the hotei. "He is indeed, Doc. I do not understand him, for he is a mystery to me." "And to me; but do you think I should send an()fher courier Jo Buffalo Bill known this intended at tack?" ,,. "No, write as you did before to him, and we'll get it by way of W--." "I'll do so; but did you learn anything in particular about this attack?" "Nothing more than that fully half a dozen roacl agents were seen, and for the bold and prompt act of Old Huck there would have been death and robbery beyond a doubt. "He_is a very daring man to do what he did." "He is indeed and it will surely tnark him for death with the road-agents." "Beyond all doubt; but we must make a start early to{Jring us to the sce11e by daybfeak, so The two separated anC1 yet met again when Old Huck came up ready mounted to take the trail. The party who were to go w e re soon in the saddle and they started off at a canter. There was just a trace of snow upon the ground, and they were glad to see that there was no m o re. A brisk gallop brought them to the Dead Line at dawn, and the search was at once begu1i. Hardly any snow had fallen there, and in the pinons there was none, so that in several places the ground was stained red, showing that the coach had not been useless if not fatal. Then Old Huck showed his skill a a trailer, for he at once went to work in a way that revealed the fact that he was an old hand at the business. He went from blood-stain to blood-stain in silence, examined the position of the thicket, took in the whole situation, and the direction of the stage when the fir ing had been going on, and at last started off up the canyon following a trail that was so faint that a. num ber of the party said that there was no rrail at all. But he climbed up the steep side of the canyon encl, followed by the others, and there on the top were found several reel spots in different places. "Three, maybe dead, maybe only wounded," he said shortly. "Those three stains tell you that, old man?" asked Doctor Dick. "Yas, they took off ther dead or wounded, as ther case might be, and halted ter rest after climbin' up here, and right here is whar they laid the dead or wounded down, while they was restin'." "\!Veil, which way now, Huck, for your solution seems the right one, said Doctor Dick. "That' s hard ter tell, for a horse wouldn t leave no track here,' was the reply That even Old Huckleberry had lost his grip on the traii, after reaching the top of the ridge, was soon evi dent, for search as he might, he could find no trace of a track in the hard, rocky soil about them. "'0/ e'll scatter parcls, and try ter find another place whar they rested ther loads for they won' t carry hea v y \,eights far up this slope without restin'," he said. So the party separated and half an hour after a halloo from Old Huck brought them together again. There was another place where the road-agents had halted, for there were the three tell-tale spots of blood lying close together. Again they separated on a search, but after hours spent in vain, they were forced to give it up, Old Huck remarking: "Thar is snow higher up, so it's no use, now." Back to Last Chance the party reluctantly retraced their w ay, after they had eaten their noonday meal, and all hope of finding a clevv to the retreat of the roacl agents was given up . save by Old Huckleberry, wh o each day went off on a hunt, though many were sure that is was a trail, not game, that he was hunting.


, THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. .21 When at last the d ay came for him to start off on hi s run he mounted his box without the slightest ap parent reluctance, nodded good-by and drove off on his perilous j o urne y There was much anxiety felt at Last Chance for his return, and a number talked of riding out to the Dead Line and meeting him but this was not clone, as a sug gestion was made that the old m a n might n o t take it kindly, but l oo k upon it as an interference, a belief that he was n o t able to take care of himself. When, h oweve r the time for his arrival came, and no stage appeared, men l oo k ed anxiously at each other and wondered if the old man was another victim of the road-agents' hunt for gold. \ V hen an hour passed and there was no stage in sight, Doctor Dick said that he would mount his horse and go to see w h a t was the m a t ter. He was not allowed to go alone, for a scor e of m ou nt ed m e n at once followed him, and the ride was a r apid o ne to the Dead Line, for the coach was not met on the way. A rri ving at the D ead Line the c oa ch l oo med in sight. It was s till and, d ashing up, the horses were found hitched to trees. But not a so ul was visible. The box was empty, and not a soul was found within \ i\'here was Old Huck? That question c o uld not be answered, and a search was at o nce begun. Upon the stage-box blood was found. That looked very bad for Old Huck. Some one h ad hitched those h o rses to the trees surely, but who? The coach had evidently been searched, for the cush i o ns were thrown out and the boot o pen, and yet, strange to say, th e mail bag had escaped the eyes of the searchers, being found by Landlord Larry where Old Huck always hid it, in o ne of the cushions arranged for the purpose by the old man. vVho h ad been killed, o r what the coach had been robbed of was not revealed. The party camp ed all night up on the scene, and a tho rough search was made th e next m orning again for the missing driver Mile s back o n the trail h ad the miners rid den, and more, every rock and thicket by the way was thor o ughl y searched, ye t all in vain. A t la st the party were reluctantl y compelled to give up further search for Old Huck, be h e d ead o r alive, for not the sligh test clew could be found and there was no trace of any trail whatever. Doctor Dick m ounted the box and drove the c oac h back to Last Chance, and the min e rs had kn ocked off work and were a sse mbled to h ear bad news, which the dela y caused them to look for. Landior

.. 23 l'HE BUff'AlO BILL STORIES. cided that as Old Huck had only disappeared, and the coach had not been robbed of the mails, they would send no repor.t of the affair to Buffalo Bill, but wait and see how Harding came out with his drive. The news soon spread about that Hal Harding had volunteered to drive the coach through to W-ancl he at once became a hero in the camps, for those bold fellows always loved heroism in a man above all other qualities. He was, however, regarded as a dead man before hand, for that he would be killed seemed a foregone conclusion, and many felt pity for the fate they felt as sured would befall the handsome young miner. But Harding seemed not to dread the drive in the lea st, but went on about his duties in his usual cheery way. Sticking to the work in his mine he had found that it panned out richer than he had anticipated, and he already had partnership offers, and a good price if he wou ld sell. He had kept his eyes open, too, in his secret service work for Buffalo Bill, and had noted down certain discoveries he had made of a suspicious nature, and also had the names of a few whom he considered worth \Vhile watching. At last the day came for the coach to start out, and as nothing had been heard of Old Huck, Hal Harding reported at the hotel ready to mount the box and drive through. CHAPTER VIII. T A K I N G C H A N Cl'E S There was not a shadow of dread at the fate that might be his upon the face of Hal Harding as he mounted to the stage-box and gathered up the reins. The mails were aboard, and he knew that he had a valuable freight hidden away, as best it could be, of gold dust, being risked by miners who were sending it eastward. what gold was to be sent out was always kept a secret, known only to the senders, to Landlord Larry and the driver, and though it was taking chances to let it go, the senders were risking it, as gamblers chance money in large sums upon the turn of a card. Then, too, there was a very strange feature in the holding up of the coaches, and that was the fact that they had never been halted on the outward run, no how much gold they carried out, but always when bringing back to Last Chance the exchange in bank notes. The road-agents knew that they could carry large sums in money where they could not be bothered with gold in bulk. Not a was to go, and Harding sung out in a cheerful tone : "All ready." "Go," cried Larry, and the vehicle rolled away in a manner that showed that the young miner was as good a driver as he had asserted that he was. The crowd cheered wildly, the Yoices echoing clown the canyon a s he drove along, and now and then he would raise his hat to those who greeted nim from their cabins and mines as he went along. Out of the valley he turned, swinging at a brisk trot along through canyons, over hills, up mountains, by the way of the narrow pci.ss es ancl clown again to the valleys. He reached the relay station nearest Last Chance and made known to the stock-tender the fate of Old Huck. "You goes next, pard, for it won't be long afore Doctor Dick will come along and tell me that poor Hal Harding has gone under," said the sympathetic stock tender. "Think so?" "Sure of it." "\!\Thy, Doctor Dick?" "\i\T aal, ef you kilt no other man in or out o' Last chance will have ther grit to drive ther old Death Trap, for thet hearse you is sittin' on is no more." "It is an unlucky old vehicle I admit, pard; but I'll be going," and Harding drove on once more. He had not seen a soul at the Dead Line. All was as quiet at that dread spot as the forms of those who had lost their lives there. Only the stockmen at the station greeted him on the way, and at night he came to the halting cabin a little ahead of time. He had the same story to tell at each one of the relay stations, about the fate of Old Huck, and an ominous shake of the head from tho se who listened convinced him that they expected him to be the next victim. The next morning he rolled into 'vV-a few minutes ahead of time, and the stage-agent seemed sur prised to see a new man upon the box. He heard v hat Harding had to s ay of Old Huck, listened to his report of his uneventful run and re ceived from him the way bill of what he carried. "You have clone well, Mr. Harding, and I hope we will hear no more of these attack s so that yon may escape, for if they make a victim o f yon I do not know who we can look to unless it be that fearless fellow Doctor Dick." "And his practice, mining interests and gambling


THE BUFF ALO Bill STORIES. 23 occupy him so thoroughly that he will not drive again, sir, I am sure." "Not unle ss no other can be found, for he is just the man to step in then in open c!efiance of danger." "Yes, he 's just what you say of him, sir." "Now, how is that poor passenger who was crazed by a shot fr o m the road-agents?" "Aimlessly wandering about Last Chance, sir, harm less and to be pitied." "\Veil, I h ave received letters asking about him, and had to make a report of the circumstances. "It will be upon your retur.n trip that you will have to be watchful." "I will be, sir, never fear," was the cheery response. Meanwhile, the ndvs of the mysterious disappear ance of the old driver, Huckleberry, soon spread about W--, and pe o ple gathered about the stage office to have a look at the brave fellow who had, in the face of the pa s t experience, brought the coach through. The agent had told Harding that if the mails had gone through nothing had been taken, for no freight had been sent and no passengers were along on that trip. As they had found nothing to take, the road-agents had doubtless visited their vengeance upon Old Huck, especially to repay him for having run the gantlet of the m on a former occasion. There were pas s engers booked for Last Chance by stage, but when it became known that Old Huck had been killed', as all supposed he must have been, they concluded that they were in no great hurry to reach the mining camps and could wait a while longer. So Harding discovered that he would have to return with an empty coach, as far as passengers were con cerned. He showed no disappointment, however, at having to return alone, and was told by the agent that he was to carry back considerable money and a valuable mail. "All right, sir, I'll do my best to go through in safety," he said, and he gras r ed the outstretched hand of the agent, who said: "I feel as though I was shaking hands with a man about to die." "Now I don t feel that way in the least," was the laughing response, and Harding sprung upon the box, seized his reins, cracked his whip when he got the word, and was off. The crowd gathered there cheered him, of course, but a generally sad expression rested upon every face as they l ooked upon the brave young miner who had taken his life in his hand to drive what was now called the Death Trap. Having halted for the night at the way cabin, Harding pushed on the next morning with the glimmer of dawn, and reached the third relay at noon. There was then one more relay and the run into Last Chance, which in good weather could readily be made before sunset. He passed the last relay, and the "Job's comforter" who resided there in the person of the stock-tender, said, as he was about to start: "Good-by pard, and do you know I kinder feels as if yer was a dead man already." "Don't you believe it, for I am 'i\rorth a dozen dead men, old man," was the laughing response, and Hard-' ing drove on, with the Dead Line r.ising in his mind before him. He drove more rapidly than was the schedule time, and when he came into the pass, with the Dead Line just ahead, he had half an hour to spare. The horses pricked up their eats, as thou,gh they knew the doomed place well, and the leaders gave : a snort as th e y beheld a form ahead. It was a man leaning against a tree. That Harding also saw the form was certain, for his eyes were riveted upon the spot. As he drew nearer, the man moved away from the tree and advanced down into the trail. Still Harding made no move to halt, to rush by, or appeared to notice of him. The man placed hin1self by the side of the trail and stood as as a statue, after making a slight sign, as it appeared. The answer of Harding to this sign was to sqake his head. On rolled the coach, and when it neared the silent fotm, without any command to do so, Harding drew hard upon the rei11s, pressed his foot upon the br:ake and brought the coach to a standstill, the horses, which had before drawn it through the deadly dangers it had passed at that spot, showing a restless dread and ex pectancy of the cracking of revolvers. But there was no weapon drawn either by the."man . on the side of the trail, or by Harding, and m#{her seemed to dread the other. The reason for thfs was that the one who had awaited the coming of the coach at the Dead Line was none other than Old Huckleberry:.


24 THE BU ff ALO BILL STORIES. CHAPTER IX. A SECRET K EPT. Just fifteen minutes before the time of arrival s et f o r the coach by s chedule Hal Harding drove up to the hotel at L a st Chance. From his entering the valle y and pa s sing the fir s t mine, he had been foll o w ed b y c heer after cheer, unti l wh e n he reached the shanty, kn ow n a s L a ndl ord L a r r y's tav ern there v v ere man y there t o swell the choru s o f welcome. Larry greeted him most warmly, and when sa w what a valuable freight he h a d brought through with him he told him that he was de s er v ing of the highe s t praise. Had H a rding taken o ne-h alf the d r i n k s offe red him he w o uld ha v e s oon b ec o m e paral yz ed But he wa s n o t a drinking m a n r e c e i v ed the h o n o r s heaped upon him in a m o de s t m a nner and w hen as k ed b y Landlord Larry if he h a d s een a ny road -a gents, an swered: "Not one. "All quiet along the trail then ? "As quiet as th e gra_ve." "I suppose yo u were an x i o u s up o n reaching th e Dead Line?" I think the h o r s e s w e re m o r e ner vo u s th a n I w as for the y at lea s t s h ow ed it. "You told th e agent a t W--ab out Old Huck's fate?" "Of c ourse, sir I told him o f hi s m ys t er iou s clis eppe2;2.nce." "Do you kn o w I half-wa y h o p ed y o u w o uld he a r something of Old Huck a t W--?" No. I heard nothing of him there. "And none of the stock tenders h a d seen him ?" "They did not speak t o me o f ha v ing clo ne s o." "'v Vell, he is g one, that is certain ; but y ou ha v e b e I gun well Harding, and I hope may keep it up." "Thank you, Landl ord Larry, I h o pe t hat I ill, for I have abiding faith in the belief that I w ill liv e t o be an old man." ( "I hope so sincerely," sai d the d o ct o r who had b e en an attentive lis tener t o the c o n ve r satio n between th e young miner and Larry "They sa y at Vv-. D o ct o r Dick that if I go un der y o u will be the only man wh o will dare dri v e the c o ach thro ugh. " A nd I will not do it unl ess w e d oo med f o cut off from all communication, and I see that L as t C h a nce w ill be ruined, fr o m f ear of tra,eling t h e trai l t o it," sa id boctor Dick d e cidedly. "How i s your patient d octor?" "Whi ch o ne for I ha':e a number of patients jus t no w." "The young man w h os e wo un d a t the hand s o f the road age n ts turned hi s brain. " I see him d aily, a n d h e is abo ut t he s am e like a c h i l d of four, m entally." "They as k e d a b out h i m at 'vV--, fo r the a g e nt had r ece i v ed several lett e r s regarding him. "Ah! said D o ct o r D i ck with intere st. 1\i\f hat was their te n o r?" "Tha t he h a d c o m e out \ ;\!est up o n a s peci a l miss i o n and c o n side r able m oney, and s in c e leavin g \V--, wh e re he h ad w r itte n o f hi s arriv al n o t a word ha d been h eard fro m him. " I an1 gl a d that he ha s fr iends, th e n fo r h e w ill b e c are d for in his misfo r t une ." "Yes," D o ct o r Di c k a nd the agent hint e d that so m e o ne w as c o min g o ut t o l oo k him up. " I r e j o ice a t this, for h e need s c are ," th e d oc t o r re join ed, and he added: I have b ee n c o n v inc ed th a t h e \Yas n o o r d in a r y individual, and h a d been well r ea r ed ; but what a blow it \viii be t o hi s friend s t o find him as he is, p oo r fello w." Aft e r so me further con v er sa ti o n Harding went t o hi s cabin for the night; bu t he wa s no t l ong in d i s cove rin g th a t h e was r egarded as a hero by all. He h a d n o t m a d e th e slig h tes t refer e nce t o h a \'ing m e t Old H uckl e b erry a t th e D ea d Line and as he th ought ov er the fa c t th a t h e h ad clo n e so, a nd th e secr e t th a t \\as kn ow n t o him al o ne. He rep o rted fo r duty p ro mp t l y wh e n the time cam e around for h i m t o t a k e th e coac h aga in o n i ts p e ril o u s run. "Vie ha v e go t co n s i d er able go ld-du s t a b oard, p arcl, a nd a big o u t-go ing m ai l so I h o pe yo u will g o throu g h all r ig ht ," s aid L a ndl ord Lar ry, w hil e Doct o r D i ck, w h o jus t the n cam e up saA:j: "Yes, Harding, I ha v e s ever a l va luable letter s in th e mail w ith d ra ft s for la r g e s ums, whic.h 'r sincere l y h ope will n o t mi s c arrv." I'll do th e best I ca n D oc t o r Di c k," w as th e a n s w e r a n d Harding we nt out a n d m o unt ed the b ox. He could n o t but fee l g rat ified a t th e s i z e of th e crowd t hat h ad g a t h e r e d t o see him d e part, a nd h e r aised h is so mbrero p olite l y i n re s p o n s e to the cheer s


' I ,.HE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. He had gone through in safety once; but could he do it a second time? .That was the thought in the brain of every man there assembled. At last the word was given ,and away went the c o ach cheered all the way down the valley until it was out of sight. As before the young driver lost no time on the trail, but upon reaching the Dead Line, instead of seeming to dread the spot and wishing to drive rapidly by, he dismounted from the box, and, going to the tree where he had met Old Huckleberry, felt about among the wild flowers growing about it until he picked up a slip of paper, while he hastily read what he found written thereon. Taking from his pocket a similar slip, upon which there was writing, he thrust it out of sight in the spot he had taken the other from. Then he returned to the coach and drove on once more as though he felt no fear of his surroundings. He reached the night cabin on time, and surprised the stock-tender there by telling him that he intended to drive on to Vv-that night. "You don"t mean it?" certainly do." "vVhy yer'll kill yer team, smash ther old box and crush yerself to atoms." "I believe I can drive the road at night," was the firm response. "It's the wu st of road on ther whole Overlq.nd Trail." ''It is a bad o ne, but I will depend upon my team mainly and risk it." "\Vhy. do you d o it?" "I have an idea that it will be safer." "How so?" \ iVell, if there vYere road-agents on the trail to hold me up to-morrow I will miss them, that is all." "Right you are pard; but I don't believe they is as clangerous as traveling this trail t:p-night." ''I'll let y o u kno\\" what I think upon my return ," wa s Harding's answer, and he drove on once more. Night had c o me on and he well knew the dangers before him fr o m a mistake in driving. He had been over the road perhaps half-a-dozen times, always riding upon the box but upon his last run as driver he had 111ost carefully noted every foot of the wav. The night was dark, but he knew that he had the instinct of his team to depend upon and that was more than half the battle. He was determined to push through and save his load of gold, and if he did make a successful run over that part of the trail by night, he would do what no other driver had done, and on this account his pride was at stake. So he started boldly yet cautiously upon his way, and when the sun was just rising in W--the stage agent there was awakened by wheels dashing up to his door and heard the call : "The coach from Last Chance has arrived." He was up in a hurry and congratulating the young driver upon his night drive while he said: "Do you know I feared you would be held up to day, for a party of desperadoes lately left W-L-, and I felt most anxious about yotl." "Yes, they are on the trail waiting for me now, not knowing that I slipped by in the night. "I'll get together a band of orave fellows and go back them," and an hour after Harding was mounted upon a fine horse and leading a dozen men back upon the trail he had safely driven over in the night. CHAPTER X. A MYSTERIOUS SOUND. The stage-agent at vV-was right in declaring that the coach might be held up on rough trail that was always driven by daylight, for the party he fe'.J.red were half-a-dozen wild fellows who had riddei1 into the settlement two clays before and stated th.at they were on their way to the mines. They were well mounted and armed, had several pack with them, and, though not having the excuse of drinking to make them dreaded, had carried on in a way that caused all peaceably disposed persons to dread them. '-\Vho the y were no one kne\\", and when they left the place honest men breathed more freely and congrattf lated each other that no tragedy had occurred, as a re minder of their visit. They had gone out upon the trail to Last Chance late in the afternoon, and the agent felt sure that they would camp early and meet the coach the next morn ing, and the result he greatly feared, after a look at party in question, so he was rejoiced to find that /


26 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. Harding had taken the great risk of driving through by The crovvd that he dreaded were five in number, and they were young men, bronzed-faced, brawny and with an air of recklessness stamped upon them. That they were a dangerous lot their appearance indicated, and few men would care to face them where no help was at hand. They had halted some do;zen miles from W--, and gone into camp on a brook a hundred yards from the trail the stage would follow. That they knew their way well their movements were proof of, for they rode at once to the camping place, staked out their horses, spread their blankets and gathered wood to cook their supper with. The spot chosen was one where they could command a view Of the trail for a mile in both directions, yet re main in concealment themselves. 'They had supper, then gambled a while by the light of the fire and afterward turned in, setting no watch. It was about midnight when one of the party awoke, half arose and listened. He, heard a rumbling sound that seemed to surprise him. "I say, pards," he called out. A man awoke and asked drowsily: "What is it, Sully?" "I hear wheels." "N onsene." ."But I do." "It's the roar of the stream." "I don1t think so.'' "1 does.'! Others were awakened and listened, and they dis heard a l9w, rumbling sound. But after some minutes the sound died away and the one who had first discovered it asked: "Do you think it could have been-the coach?" "No, indeed." "Why not ?" "No man living would dare drive a coad1 over this trail' at night." "It. sounded to like wheels." ,."There it is again." Ainistened attentively, and then one said: : "It is the wind in the pines." The wind was rising and this solution of the mys terious sound seemed to settle the matter, so all laid down ih their blankets once more. The man who had discovered the sound was the one to arise first in the morning, and the day was just dawning when he left his blankets, gazed about him and walked over to where the stage trail ran, several hundred yards from their camp, and along through a bit of meadow land. He h ad hardly reached the trail when he gave a loud halloo The voice brought his comrades from their bl anke ts in an instant, and his call set them coming toward him at a run. "Look there, pards !" he cried, a nd as each man reached his side he st

THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 27 Larry and Harding, from Last Chance, to follow the trail of the outlaws. Presently they hove in s ight and there was a shout of surprise from them at the sight of the man whon1' all of them except Harding, had thought dead. Old Huckleberry howe ver, gave them little time to think. "This way, he cried indicating tpe direction in which the outlaws had gone and speaking in a voice which seemed strangely familiar to some of his hearers. "The trail is still hot." He wheeled his horse as he spoke and at a mad gal lop led the way over the rough trail the outlaws had taken. It was a rough trail that the outlaws had taken, and it led into a country that grew wilder and wilder C}S they approached the vicinity of the Grand Canyon. The trail was the same as that taken by Buffalo Bill the day on which he witnessed the landslide which had buried under it the mining cabin of wallace Weston, the hermit of the Colorado Canyon, and as they neared the brink of the mighty chasm they were forced to pull their horses to a walk and proceed slowly and carefully down the winding trail. Old Huckleberry was in the lead. He seemed to be thoroughly familiar with the ground and had naturally, it seemed, fallen into the command of the party of Vigilantes, none of whom seemed at all di s posed to dispute his leadership. Suddenly Old Huckleberry pulled his horse to a standstill and sat motionless for a moment, listening. The remainder of the party did the same. From down the chasm then came the unmistakable sounds of firing. Every one heard it and every onf! pressed forward at a quicker pace. Within half an hour the party came within sight of the outlaws. Two of their number lay dead in the trail, each s h o t through the head and the remairn:ler were scattered among the rocks on the hill in front, as if searching for an invisible assailant. Then came a rattling volley fron.1, the Vigilantes, a scattering return from the outlaws a quick succes sion of flas hes from the two revolvers of Old B:uckle berry, and the battle wa s over. Every one of the out law band of ten lay de ad, while several of the V igi Jantes v. ere wounded but none seriously. "Now, gentlemen, s aid Old Huckleberry when the smoke had cleared away, "I will make my true identity known to you. He removed a wig of whitish gray hair that cov ered his head as he spoke, showing that his own hair, which was black and long, had been coiled up be neath it. Then he removed the pair of spectacles from his nose and looked around 'at his companio1 1s. "Buffalo Bill!; came the cry from every one. It was indeed Buffalo Bill. He had worked in dis guise in order to prevent the outlaws from getting wind of the fact that he was in the vicinity, and for this reason take extra precautions against him. vVhen the coach he drove was attacked he had first driven off the robbers and then, leaving the coach to go home by itself had taken their trail; securing of the horse of an outlaw he had shot, and which had been left behind them in their flight. Several hiding-places filled with gold, bank-notes and valuables, stolen by the robbers, were found in the vicinity, and all that day the Vigilantes spent trailfng about the canyon, trying to find the whereabouts of the assailants of the outlaws who had killed two of their number before they came upon them. They failed to do this. The man who had attacked the robbers m their flight, killing two of them and thus enabling the Vigi lantes to come up with them, was none other than Wallace Weston, the Hermit of the Colorado Canyon. He had decided to leave the West for good with the gold he had obtained, and was just leaving the canyon when he learned that the robbers had made their re treat there. He had spied upon their motions, and after attacking them in their flight had watched, from a secret hiding place, their slaughrer at the hands of the Vigilantes. His knowledge of the canyon had enabled him to elude the searchers, and that night he joined his friend Lucas Langley at a secret retreat, and the two decided to start for the East within a short time. THE END. Next week s issue, No. 70, will contain "Buffalo Bill s Secret Camp; or, Trailing the Cloven Hoofs." If you are interested in the further adventures of the young man who ""; as rendered insane by the wound he received from the outlaws, you should read next week's is sue. How he was kidnapped, how rescued and how Doctor Dick the Gold King Gambler, met his death, ill be told in the story in I


\ Prize-winners in this contest to be announced in two weeks. Judges hard at work. It's a pretty ticklish thing to decide upon, all of the entries are so good. In the meantime we will print a number of the best stories received recently. While you are awaiting the result of this contest, get to work on the new contest. Don't lose any time. It's .a corker, as you can xe from page 3i. My Na Escape. (By Thomas Kline, Massachusetts., This escape is about the nearest I ever came to losing my life. It was on a cold winter's day, when some other fellows and myself took our sleds and went for an hour's coasting. The street that w used to coast on was in Charlestown, where I lived at that time. I don't remember the name oi the street, but that don't count. It was a short street, but very steep, and as smooth as glass I was about twelve years old at the time this hap pened to me. The first boy that coasted down was to remaiq at the foot of the street and watch out for teams until the next fellow came down, when he was to take his place, and so on. I had coasted down about a dozen times when my turn came again. I cafied to the watcher that was at the foot of ttte street, to see if there was any team fa sight. He called out something which I took to be "No! come on," but which I found out afterward was "Yes, stay back." Y ot.t can bet your life that I was sorry I mis understood him. Well, to go on with "my narrowest escape." I took a run and threw myself on my sled. The sled flew over the ice like a flash of lightning. Before I reached the end of the street I was wishing it went as slow as a snail. The boys at the end of the street were yelling themselves hoarse for me to stop. I knew that I couldn't stop, and I was too frightened to fall off. No wonder I was frightened, as I knew what their yelling meant. Faster and faster the sled went, and as I came to a point about six yards from the corner at the end of the street, along came a coal cart, drawn by two horses, with two tons of coal in it. When I saw it I lost my nerve en tirely, and who wouldn't? I can't tell if my hair stood on end, but I guess it did. I knew if I didn't steer the sled I would go between the wheels, and either have the life crushed out of me or have my legs cut off. But I couldn t stop the sled. The driver didn t see me or he would have done something. The sled drew nearer to the team. When I was about two or three feet from the team my nerve seemed to come back to me, and I threw out my foot and turned the sled around. I didn t escape1 without an injury, though. The sled slid alone sideways and crashed into the hind wheel, hurting my hip badly. My hip was sore and black and blue for a week afterward. This may not be as thr!lling as some, but it was ex citing enough for me, and is true. Blown Out to Sea. (By Halleck Holme.) Last summer I spent ;i. few weeks of my vacation cruising with my brother on Narragansett Bay, in his catboat, the Spray. We had been on our cruise just two days, and night found us in Newport harbor. The next morning was very dark and stormy. We lay at anchor until five o'clock in the evening, and then making sail we headed for the sea, intending to take a sittle spin, and then r eturn to the harbor. We were gone about an hour when the wind suddenly began to freshen, and fifteen minutes later it was blowing half a gale. The sea also began to grow rough, and a large bank of black clouds were piled around the horizon in the west. A sudden hard puff of wind now struck us, breaking one of the halyards. It was now out of the question to try,to sail out the corning storm, so we threw the anchor over to serve as a drag, for we were drifting out to sea at race-horse speed. As night cfosed in on us, the scene was a wild and grand one. The waves were rolling fearfully high, ancf one could see them come rolling down to us with their heads a hissing mass of broken white foam, and their I


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 29 bodies arched in glistening coils like those of a great, green serpent Our boat was laboring heavily, and shipping large quan tities of spray and water. Once or twice I thought she would be swamped . But this tremendous pounding soon started a l eak, and we were obliged to bail and pump to keep the water out. While we were thus engaged, I chanced to look up, and there, bearing down upon us, as if $hot out .of the darkness, was a huge schooner. Through the foam spray she loomed up a gigantic shape In an in stant my eyes took in her complete form. I saw her green side light, ,he straining headsails, and all her other close reefed sails But what gave me most joy was that I knew that she wo11l d go clear of i1s. As she pitched \lP and over the waves, her heavy bows wou l d come down with a crash and hammer the wate r into a mass of foam that swirled along the lee rail and l eaped and tumbled in great, snowy he aps as it encountered the rigging and other obstacles. The roari n g of the wind as it escaped from under the foot of the heavy sai l s was like the rumblings of an express train Not a rnan was to be seen. I tried to make out the man at the wheel, btit the spray was too thick for my eye to pierce. Before we had half realized her presence she was gone. Before morning the sea and wind went down, and we found it possible to sai l the yacht back to the harbor. It was an experience never to be forgotten, and one I wou ld not like to go through again A Hay Ride. (By Fred Wright, New York.) One day l ast summer I was on a hay wagon out in the field, and one of the men asked me to drive w hil e they packed the hay. There was something lik e a ladd er in the front of the wagon. Well, I stood the ladder up and stood on the next to the top rung. The two horses I was drivin g were very restless, one of which was a gray mare; she was especially r est l ess The wagon was almost filled wit h hay w h e n the l adder that I was standing on broke. I fell right on top of the gray mare. She took fright and both horses dashed off to the encl of the field. One of the other men saw them and stopped them. when I got off I was pretty we ll shaken up "Dutch's" Runaway. (By John McKenzie, Ma; s.) Recently I went up countlf)' for a month's vacation, and . 1M 'fraicl she's gittin' away, Jack.'' I never heard "Dutch" say anything so dead ea rnest be fore. His face was like a sheet, and the bulging veins in his neck t91d the amount of strength the boy was exert ing to check the bay's speed. The carriage careened and slewed but did not go over. The bridge was in sight and my b l ood ra11 cold as I r ealized couldn't swim. I clutched the r eins with "vVhit," but I onl y weigh a little over a hundred pounds, so my help didn't count much. At the very begiiming of the bridge the vehicle slewed and must strike the rail. I waited to be clashed into (ternity, but we struck A stone, went up on two whee l s but escaped the fence. Across the l oosely-floored bridge we thundered, Nell seeming to endeavor to slide from under the harness. At last we were over and at the foot of a long hill. Ah! Nell, the vixen, was conquered at l ast, for with both of us sfraining at the reins, she slowed down and balked at the spring halfway up. We came home by anothe r road and "Dutch" laughed-actually lau ghed. My Adventure. (By Frank Ward, Ohio;) One clay l ast summe r rny dog, Major, and I went out for a hunt. We were staying at my aunt's house in Nebraska. I had sp l endid luck, and shot two coyotes We were returning when I and my clog had become sep arated. It was dusk and getting dark fast, so I walked fast. I was going up a hill when clown bounded a large animal. I was trembling and r aised my rifle and took aim at the wo lf I fired, and then clown the hill came my dog. He was bleeding a little, as the ball had grazed his side. I saw that I had hurt him and then began to cry. We got h ome and in a couple of days my clog was all right. I was g lad my aim was not straight. An (By Freel Figary, N Y.) I went up to Si l van Beach one clay last summer to see the place. Soon after I got I thought I would go across the l ake on the steamer. When we got a little way from the shore the steamer ran on a sandbank and was stuck. The eng in e would not work. I thought we would all be drowned. I was so frightened that I fell into the lake, but was helped @ut all right, and the rest of the day went very pleasant! y. one day strolled over to "Dutch Whitney's house to see h im He suggested that we go out for a drive, so I con sented, and he hitched up th e bay in the carriage. "Dutch" Persimmon Hunting. (By Clifton Browning, Texas.) was a big, strong, good -natured fellow, and al th ough the horse was nervous and very large, I felt safe unclef the boy's care. We were discussing horses when something we never knew what-catlsecl Nell to shy and then let out a sno rt, and laying back her ears, start clown the road like a flying dragon with i \Thitney trying to "saw" h($ to a slack, but the cai1ght the bit i n h e r thi s was of 110 avail. One Saturday I and some friends of mine were to go persimmon hunting. They couldn't go, so I went by my self. The trees were about a mile from h ome I went out there and got a basketful of persimmons w ithout any mishap. On the way back I had to cross a railr0ad. Just as I got wit hin about five yards of the track a cow carne tearing after me. J'here .was a steep embanknrent .. --....; --


30 T H E BUff 1\LO BILL STORIES. on the other side, so I had to run a l o n g b es ide the track t o the crossing. J as I got to the crossing a train was comin g along the track. It was about four yards from m e I thought I c o uld get across before the tra in got to me I tried t o run across, but my foot got stuck. When the train was about a yard from me the cow h oo k ed me. She cau ght me in the back o f th e coat and t osse d me o ut of the w:iy s h e got nm ove r h erse lf. Saved by a Dinne r Pail. ' (By C. D Southard, Mo. ) This incident of which I am about to write, oc curre d late last fall. I was coming h ome from school. It had been sprinkling rain all day, and the ground was wet and sjppery. I was walking up the railroad an .cl a fr,eight train overtook me, so I thought I would ge t on and ride home As all th e rest of the b oys and m yse lf were used t o riding eve ry train that came through our litt l e town and stopped, I thought I could get o n this o ne. But just as I went to grab the h an d les b o th m y feet s lipped out from under me I barely got the tips of th e fing ers of m y l eft hand up o n the h and le. I clung there as long as I cou ld, but soon Jost my grip and fell und e r the cars. I had my dinner pail on my arm, and as I fell across the rail the wheel struck m y pail and the pail slid on th e rai l and pu s h e d me from unde r the wheel. 1 T h ank s to the old dinner pai l for it s u rel y saved my l ife I have it still and intend to keep it. : .Number s of GOOD NEWS BOUGHT The following numbers of GOOD NEWS will be bought. Any boys having them in their possession sh;:>uld communicate at once with P. 0. Box 192, New York If you have the following number s write at once: Numbers 137, 349, 370 to 377, inclusive. Another Great Story by Frank Merriwell. .o READ Frank Merriwell writes exclusively f'or BOYS OF AMERICA. .13> I I FRANK MERRIWELL'S Latest and Best Story. entitled "BUCK BADGER'S RANCH; Or, UP AGAINST THE GOLD PIRATS." Opening Chapt ers Appear in No. 51 of BOYS Ever>" boy of' America will want to read this 1 story. .Iii> .8 I' ' OF Out Thursday, Sept, 5th. A I\. a t t 1 i n g S t o r ;y of' Western ranch lif'e. .................................. ____ .., ________________________ _,_, ...... __________ .... ________________________ ......


... The Contest just starting is going to b e the greatest we ever ran. it's a n entirely new idea. The Prizes are new a nd the finest we ever offer ed. The other contests h e ld in the BUFFALO BILL WEEKL y have all made splendid succt:ss, but this one is sure to bre a k all r eco rds. Why? Because it is a brand-new ideaa contest every boy' in America h a s an equal ch a nce in a nd because the prizes beat a nything ever offered before. All you have to do is to write out n account of any of your Curious Dreams. Everybody has had remarkable dreams, and anybody who s e nds in an account of one has a chance of winning one of the prizes. They consist of THREE FIRST-CLASS PHOTOCRAPHIC OUTFITS, Including Camera and all Appliances for Taking and Developing Photographs. Five Hunting Axes and Five Hunting Knives. Think of the fun you can have this winter with one of those cameras. You can take and develop photographs of all your friends. Full directions go with each camera. Think how useful a nd handy a first rate hunting knife or ax will be when you go hunting or tr a pping in the woods this winter. To Win a Prize.-Wtite an account of any curious or r e mark able dre a m you have had-no matter what it was about. Tell it in five hundred words, and send it with the coupon you will find on this page, properly filled out, to the BUFFALO B1u,, WEEKLY, care of Stre e t & Smith, 238 Willi a m St., New York City. HERE IS A LIST OF THE PRIZES: The thr ee boys who send in the three mbst interesting accounts will each r eceive an Eastman PQcket Kodak, with completo outfit. The ca mera takes picture l!x2 inches; u ses film, and has capacity for twelve pictures without r e l o ading ; weight six ounces. This S wonderfu l little ca m era takes pictures equal to the most expensive. It I mak es neiatives of su c h sharpness and definition that beautiful enlar ge m ents of any size ca n b e made from th e m Has perfect Achro m atic L ens o f fixed focus, Rotary Shutter, with sets of Lhree stops square View Finder, and covered with fine Seal GraiI1 L eather Ta kes sna p sllots or time exposures. Ea.Sily carried in pocket or oh bicycle. Complete with roll o f film for tw elve exposures and L ea ther Can,Ying Case, with room f!>r extra .fihl). cartridges. .: ', The five boys who sen d in th e five next b es t accounts will eac h re ceive a Safety Hunting Ax. Dime n sions over all llx4 inches: 'Yeight 1 8 o unces The blade is made of solid tool steel, finely t empere d and highly polished. The handl e is mad e of mila steel; nick l e plated on copper, wit h handle plates of engraved h ard rubb er. The guard is of sheet stee l h inged on a spring in such a manner that eit h er o p e n or closed it .is firmly held in position. The construction is uniqu e Now, Boys, You See Your Chance! COUPON. BUFFALO BILL DREAM CONTEST. and of s uc h a n atn r e as to make it almos t imposs ible f o r one part to b ecome detached from another. The head has an oblong semi-ci.:cula r rec ess milled in either s ide to receive the s l otte d end of ha;;dle, whic h is accurately : milled t o a close fit and firmly held by ii. l-inc h steel screw. This method of handle fastening prevents any liability of the blade working loose on the h and le. The upper part of the h a ndle is slotted on the under side to receive the folded sheet steel gua rd, which is so a rrang e d as to be firmly h eld by a flat stee l bar when open or closed. The five boys who send in th e five next best accounts w:iU each re ceiye a.. Sports:rnan.s Ideal Hunting Knife. There is about as muc h difference in point of utility and beauty b etwee n one of our" Id eal" hunting knives and any other knife on the mark et as there i s between a grizzly bear and a porcupine. They are h and forged, h an d tempere!f, h and t ested by the rigidest possible test and finish e d iii a manner that makes the m the h andso m est knives in the m arket. The "Ideal" k nives are made with 5-inch blades, leath er h a n d le, bra.ss and fibre trimmings, wit h polished stag-horn tip. A handsome black or russet case with eac h knife. It's Up to You to Win a P;ize! This Contest closes Decetnber 1st. entries must be in by that date. All Reme:mber, the "BUFF ALO BILL Name ............. .. ,........................ WEEKLY" has the greateAt dtculation of any Stree t and No. < : weekly descriptive of Indian warfare ever published. Oily or Town .... Your story, whether it wins a prize or not, has a chance of published, and will be read throughf out the length and breadth of the Continent .....J ...................... e. ... ....


BlJFF !\LO BILL (LARGE SIZE.) 1 : I ; -;.' Containing 'the Only Stories Authorized by Hon. WILLIAM F. CODY (''Buffalcr Brlf'.'). 41-Buffalp Bill at Painted Rock; or, After the Human Buzzards. 42-Buffalo. Bill and the Boy Trailer; or, After Kidnappers in Kansas. 43-Buffalo Bill In Zigzag Canyon; or, fighting Red Hugh's Band. 44-Buffalo Bill's Red Allies; o.r, Hand to Hand with the Devil Gang. 45-Buffalo Bi l l in the Bad Lands; or, Trailing the Veiled Squaw. 46-Buffalo Bill's Trail of the Ghost Dancers; or, The Sioux Chief's Secret. 47-Buffalo Bill's D eadliest Deal; of, The Doomed of Mine. 48--Buffalo Bill's Secret; or, The Trail of a Traitor. ,49-Buffalo Bill's Phantom liunt; or, The Gold Guide of Colorado Canvon. 50-Buffalo Bill's Brother in Buckskin; or, The Redskin Lariat H angers. 51-Buffalo Bill's Trail o ithe Man Tigers; or, The Doom of the Branded liand. 52-Buffalo Bill's Soy Pard; or, T r aining the Bov. 53-Buffalo Bill's Vow of Vengeance; er, The Scout's Boy A lly. 54-Buffalo Bill a n d the Mad Hermit; or, finding a lost Trail. 55-Buffalo Biil's Bonanza; or, The Clan of the Silver Circle. 56-Buffalo Bill's Mascot; or The Mystery of Death Valley. 57-Buff a o Bill and the Surgeon Scout; or, The Brave Dumb Messenger. 58-Buffalo Bill s Mvsterious Trail; or. Tracking a Hidden foe. 59-Buffalo Bill and t h e Masked Hussar; or, fighting the P 1airie Pirates. 60-Buffalo Bill's Blind; or, Running the Peath Gauntlet. 61-Buffalo Bill and the M a s ked f'river: or. The fatal Run Through Death 62-Buffalo Bill's Still Hunt; or, fighting the. Robt:er of the Ranges. I 63-Buffalo Bill and the Red Rid e rs; or,. The Mad Driver of the 64-Buffalo Bill's Dead-Shot Pard; or, The Will-o --the-Wisp of the Trails 65-Buffalo Bill's Run-Down; or, The R ed-Hand Renegade's Death. 66-Buffalo Bill's Red Trail ; or, A Race for Ranson. 67-Buffalo Bill s B e s t Bower; or, C alli n g the rurn on Deat h Notch l.Jtck. 68-Buffalo Bill and the Go ld Ghouls; or, De f ying Death at Elt:phant Rock. 69-Buffa lo Bill's Spy Shadower; or, The Hermit of Gr-and Cany _on. Ba.ck numbers always on hand. If you cannot l?'et them from your newsdealer, five cents a copy will brin2' them to you, by mail, postpaid. STREET & SMITH Vubl:is hers ' 238 VVl:J:....T....,.IA.l'U NEVV-YORK crrv.


The World-Renowned Buffalo Bill (HON. WM. F. CODY) One of his latest photos by Sta c y Buffalo Bill Stories is the only publication authorized by HoN. WM. F. Co6v WE were -the publishers of the first story ever writ ten of the famous-and world renowned Buffalo Bill, great hero whose life has been one succession of exciting and thrilling 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 American Boys. The popularity they have already obtained shows what the boys want, and is very gratifying to the publishers. STREET & SMITH PUBLISHERS -NEW YORK


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