Buffalo Bill's Texan team, or, The dog detective


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A WEEKLY PUBLICATlON DEVOTED TO BORDER HI'S.TORY issued Weekly. By Subscription $2.Sr;J fer year. Entered as Second Class Matter at New York Post Office by STREET& S1>1ITH 238 William S t J\: Y ;f:, R OLD M Y HORSE, AND I TAKE DEATHGRIP WITH HE, FOR HE SEEMS TO SEE, OR KNOW, HORE THAN WE DO ABOUT THIS NIGHT BURIAL," SAID BUFFALO

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Trpen n r?r?J%lb@ mo [b[S A WEEKLY' PU B LICATl 'ON DEVOTED T O BORDER HI 5TORY I ssw Weel:ly. By S11/Jscnpt w n $2.5 0 per y e ar. Entere d as Second C la ss Matter at the N. Y. Pos t OjJit;,e, fJy STREET Ir. SMIT!I, a38 Willia m S t., N. Y. E n tered acc rdinK' to Act of D mpess i n tire year zqoa i n the Offic e of t he Librarian of Conp4 ss Washin"'on, D C. 0. 8J. NEW YORK N ove m be r 29, 1902. Price Five Cents. 1BUFFALO BILL'S TEXAN TEAM; OR, The Dog fl tl 1 By the author of "BUFFAL O BILL." CHAPTER I. THE DOG DETECTIVE The sc e n e w as a p e culiar one. Five men w e re crouching in the midst of a pine forest n ear one of the Northwestern forts 1 In their midst was a huge dog-a bl oodhound w i t h '.d e ep jaws and long ove r hanging ears. The leader of the group of men is a familia r figu r e "--1f ou g h all the l e ngth and breadt h of Ameri c a Bu ffa lo B ill chief of scouts, was on a sec r et mission with a band of five of his most reliable and expe r ienced borderrrien. A robbery had been c omm itt ed in a m inin g ca m p n ear by. Two me n tenderfeet, fr om the East, w ho had c o m e to the country a year before, had struck i t r i ch staking out a very fine claim on their fir s t ve n tu re, an d h a d been killed and r o b be d. Dave Smith an d Sam Jones-tho se we r e the n am es iv c n by the two me n on the fr ontier, although the p ro b abili t y is t h a t i n the E ast they were k n own b y other names-had worked ha r d for a full year at th e ir ri c h claim Eve ry day, from morning to night, they had plied the pick and shovel ind u strious ly, and as time grew on the bags of buckskin, i n wh i ch they kept thei r gold dust in the i r little cabin, increased in w e ight. The y had j ust decided that they had gathe red together enough gold to enab l e them to go .East again arid open negotiations for the sale of their mine to some capitalist when t he robbery and murder occurred. Their cabin was broken into, both men were killed one shot through the head and the other stabbed to the hear t -ancj. the b ags of gold dust were taken away It was e viden t t o t hose who discovered the murdered m e n that D ave Sm ith t h e on.e of t h em w h o had been stabbed, h ad not died witho u t a struggle. His garme n ts were t orn and disa r ranged, a n d in one hand cla s p e d in a death g.rip, was a piece o f r oug h clo t h which h e h ad evidently torn in h is dying st ruggl e from the coat of his assailant

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THE BU ff 1\LO BILL STORIES. Buffalo Bill was one of the first to enter the cabin after the discovery of the murder. He had acquainted with both men, and his tenance grew grave and stern as he looked upon their dead forms. Taking the piece o f torn cloth from the hal)ds of the dead Dave Smith, he hurried from the cabin. Au hour later he \Vas at the head of a board of picked scouts. In their midst was a huge bloodho1.a1d-a dog that had once bee n presented to the scont by a boy pard whom he had defended. Death Grip was the dog's name, and his grip meant death to any upon whom it was fastened. The hound had been given the piece of cloth to smell, and then taken to the cabin of the nrnrdered men. The scent was still hot, for, with a low whine of delight, the great beast started straight across the prairie closely fol lowed by the scouts. i.Vlile after m ile the hound ran on until at length Buf falo Bill and his party entered a tract of country partly covered with pine forests. The dog went more slowl y and at l e ngth stopped for a moment. The scouts dropped from their hors e s and looked forward through the trees. There was a faint glimmer of yellow light to be seen in the darkness for night had come on while the party were still on the trail. The dog, followed by Buffalo Bill on foot, went slowly forward. There in a little clearing was a m a n by the light of a lantern. Digging a hole in the ground with pick-ax and shovel. In a moment the bloodhound was at his throat, and the man was borne to earth The scouts ran forward with cries of horror and dragrred the animal from his prey, but before they had succ:eded the man was dead-whether from fright at the sudden attack of the hound or from the terrible grip that the dog had fastened on his throat no one could tell. He had merited his fate, howe:ver, for the man was clearly the murderer of Dave Smith and Sam Jones. The" bags of gold dust which he had stolen lay on the ground beside him, and he had been digging a hole to bury thein in when he had been caught in the act. The scouts seized upon the pick and shovel and soon the murderer was buried in the grave he himself had s tarted to dig. Then gathering up the bags of gold dqst, which were to be sent tb the relatives of the dead men in !he East, the party started back to the fort. Buffalo Bill had acc o mplished a disagreeable task. It was the last he was to do in that part of the country for some time, for on his return to the fort he found a letter which necessitated his going to th_e Mexican fron tier. CHAPTER II. WILD KID, THE TERROR. "They mean mischief from their for they seem to be preparing to ambush some one. I'll get a closer look at them, for I suspect that th e y are some of the band of the Rio Grande Roughs. The speaker was a youth of about eighteen, with a fine physique and a face that was a study, so much there in it of deviltry, indomitable pluck and recklessness. It was a clear-cut, handsome face, scorched brown by the Southern sun, but illumined by eyes that were large, lustrous and full of expression. Looking a lone at the eyes, one would say that the youth possessed a noble natttre, but in the reckless e;.; pression of the mouth, with its cynical smile, young a:s he was, something that contradicted the look, almost pa thetic, which haunted the upper part of his face. His dress was an odd mixture, out picturesque, for he wore fringed leggings stuck in the tops of hig h -h eeled boots, on which were ringing spurs; a red s ilk shirt, black scarf knotted sailor fashion under the broad collar, and a velvet l\llexican jacket, profusely or namented with buttons, while his hat was an embroidered sombrero. His hair was dark, worn long but scrupulously well cared for, and he was armed \vith an ugly-looking knife and pair of revolvers. Apparent ly having just awakened from an afternoon siesta he had risen from a handsome serape spread upon the beneath the shade of the live oak tree, when his :yes had fallen upon three horsemen halting a mile away, just where a trail across the prairie entered the hills. Upon a lofty range himself, he looked down upon three riders and having decided by their suspicious ac tions that they were intending mischief, be gathered u his serape and was turning away, when his vision reste( 11pon a horse and rider coming across the prairie at 2. canter and following the trail which led to \vhere thq trio the youth was watching were riow in ambush. At sight of the lone rid e r coming across the prairie, the youth started, uttered a surprised exc!ama tion, and bounded back over the ridge. A short distance down the slope was a spring and c plot of meadow land, where the grass grew luxuriantly ci.nd here a pon y was staked out. . Of the hardy and fleet rac e of 1 exas p o mes, this on

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THE BUFF ALO Bl LL STORIES. 3 possessed extraordinarily good points, for he was as clean-limbed as a thoroughbred racer, and had indications of being very fleet and enduring. Lying near were a handsome silver-mounted saddle and bridle, much lighter than was the customary equipments of that kind, and a long lariat hung to the saddle horn. the pony was bridled and saddled, the serape rolled up tightly and strapped to the cantle, and the yQuth was ready to mount. But b efo re doing so he took his lariat from the horn, saw that .the coils were not entan.gled, and then looked carefully to his w eapo ns. Mounting, he showed that his carriage in the saddle was perfect-that he was at home there. As he turned his pony down the slope in a direction that would bring him around the range toward where he had seen the three horsemen dismount and go into am bush, where the trail entered the hills, he muttered: "Now, Lucifer, you have got to make two miles to an ther's one, for I am needed over yonder, and you must get me there." Then, while a look of intense recklessness passed over his young face, he continued : "If I count odds now, then I am not the daring devil men call me; but I am vVild Kid, the Terror, and must keep up his reputation." With this, having reached the valley, he put spurs to Lucifer and went flying along the traii at a tremendous speed. CHAPTER III. I I CAUGHT IN THE COILS. l There was no more beautiful girl in the ranchlands of l Texas than was Marie Brasher, daughter of one of the richest cattlemen along the Rio Grande. Where other ranchers had cattle and horses by the hundreds, Major Donald Brasher owned them by the thousands. Where the homes of other ranchers were comfortable, the major's. was luxurious, at least, for that far, wild I and of the frontier. Where the daughters of other ranchers were pretty, Marie Brasher was beautiful and accomplished, and easily won the title of "Belle Marie," and of "Lady Beauty, of Idlerest Ranch." I To one who saw "Belle Marie" as she was cantering along over the prairie, mounted upon a beautiful black mare, that arched her ne c k proudly, as though conscious tl!at she bore the loveliest girl among the ranches, she would indeed have been considered beautiful both in face, form and carriage. She wore a b e coming riding-habit of blue, trimmed with silver lac e and buttons, a light, embroidered som brero with a long black plume, while her saddle and bridle were worth a small fortune. A lariat hung at one saddle-horn, and in a holster upon the other side was a revolver. Her face was cast a perfect mold, her eyes being large and expressive. Her hair hung in two heavy braids down upon the saddle housing, and was tied with a blue ribbon. On went her pretty mare in a swinging lope. The ex, pression of the young equestrienne's face was earnest and anxious, as though she was bent upon some special ffiiSS!On. "Father would be angry, I know, if he ascertained that I went to Wild Kid's cabin to see him; but would I be doing right to resist his urgent call to come to hih1, now that he is wounded and perhaps may die? "No; I'll take the consequences, for I haye not for gotten that he risked his life to save mine the day the Indians shot my pony and raid e d the trails. "I'll try and get back be.fore nightfall, but if I do not I will frankly t ell father where I have been." She had now reached a part of the trail where it wound from the prairie into the hill country, and drew her horse down to a walk. Ahead a few hundred yards was a cut through which the trail ran, the ridge on either side covered small trees. "I am not suspicious, but t do dread passing through Death Pass, especially alone, for so many times have men lost their lives there. I can SC2e half a dozen graves yonder now," and she glanced to the left, where was a little vale. In full view were a number of those little mounds, never to be mistaken, and about which a weird interest ever hovers, even to the most callous observer. As she into the cut, the banks of which were now fifteen feet in height, there suddenly shot out into the air three small, dark clouds. They were coils of la ssoes, which, aimed true, and spreading out as they flew forward, settled down upon their victims, for the horse was caught in two, the maiden in the third noose. With a snort of fright the animal had pltmged forward, to be brought up with a grip that could not be shaken off, while the coil settling over the shoulders of Marie Brasher, had pinioned her arms close to h er side. A startled, indignant cry broke from the girl's lips, and her face paled as she glanced upon the banks to see who had thus captured her. Three forms in,c;tantly sprang into yiew, and two of them, slipping down into the cut, seized her horse and

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\fHE BU ff J\LO BILL STORIES., slipped the fair rider's revolver from its holster to thus disarm her. "How dare you seize me?" cried the indignant girl, as she glanced from one to the other of her captors, seem ing to realize as she did so that she was in merciless hands. "Gold is the reason, for we were paid to catch you, Lady Beauty, and we've earned our pay," answered one of the men, whose face Marie could not see, for all three wore red handkerchiefs tied over their heads, with holes cut through for the eyes. "You are some of the lawless gang about El Monte, I know, but who is the master you serve?"' "That our master, as you call the one who pays us, will or will not make known to you as he pleases; but now, you go with us, Lady Beauty, and it will be a long, hard trail I take." The "vords were prophetic, for, as he ceased speaking, a bullet crashed through his b\ain and he started upon the long, hard trail of death l CHAPTER IV. WILD KID CHIPS IN. "Hold 'em under sight, pards We've got 'em cor ralled I'll drop clown!" These words followed the shot from the banks on the right, and down into the cut came a human form, catch ing upon his feet nimbly as a cat, and with a revolver in each hand. At first shot and the fall of their leader, the two others, hearing the words which indicated that others were above, had dashed through the cut with the speed of deer, firing, but at random, as they ran. The one who had dropped into the cu\ was the youth who had been taking an afternoon siesta on the'mountai11, an hour before, and from his point of lookout had seen the three men go into ambush. His handsome face was lighted up with an angry flasb in his eyes, and his reckless mouth indicated that he was there to take all chances with the odds against him. Released from the grasp of the men upon her bridle rein, the spirited and frightened horse of th young girl darted forward with a bound, but the severe Texas bit was drawn upon hard, and the animal, thus reined to a halt, wheeled about, and, on a nm, passed the spot where the youth stood. "I guess she's frightened of me, too, though she oughtn't to be," muttered Wild Kid, as he saw the horse bound away with its fair rider, and a bitter smile passed over his face. But, with a smile, he turned to the fallen desperado, and, bending over him, snatched the handkerchief from his face that had served as a mask. As he did so he saw that Marie Brasher was coming back, and turned to meet her, his face lighting up with pleasure as he courteously raised his sombrero. "Bud Poisal, I believe you thought I had you, but it was my mare's fault, for she nearly ran off with me, she was so frightened." "And yoa were not frightened, Lady Beauty, though they had you in a close place?" "lndeecl I was! But when I saw the man drop dead by my side, from your ?hot, and recognized you, I forgot ri1y fear. See, I have their three lariats," and she pointeJ Lo the trio of ropes, one about herself, the othe r two around the mare"s neck. ''Vell, this fellow will not need a rope again, and the other two will get theirs yet-around their necks, for I think I know them, though I will wrong no man by accusii1g hin1 until I am sure, Lady Beauty." "I have seen that man before, Buel," said Marie, gaz ing down into the upturned face "He is coyote food now, Lady Beauty, but he was El Monte Ed, who was one of the worst toughs about El Monte, and that is saying a great deal." "Yes, I have heard of him, and seen him, too. But, what do you think was their motive in seizing me, Bud?" "To make yo\tr father pay big to get you back, or, perhaps, to kidnap you for one of your many lovers. Lady Beauty,'' and the last words were uttered half in earnest, half in a joking tone "These are not the days, Bud Poisal, when a man wins a lady's love by force, but rather by deeds of nobleness and daring. But now, let me thank you for your gallant rescue of me, Bud, and .at the risk of your own life, for you took no count of the odds against you." "Would I be half a man if I didn't do so, when you needed my aid, Miss Marie?" he said, with an earnest _ness that caused Marie to quickly remark: "Do you know where I was going when they halted me?" "For a run over the prairies?" "I was going to see you." "To see me?" "Yes. Half-Breed Jose came to the ranch early morning and hung about until he sa\.v me, when he tol
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THE BUffALO BILL STORIES. s "You oet it was, Lady Beauty And don't you mind any more such calls, for I don't intend to hand in my chips for many a long day, for something in my heart and brain tells me I will not . "I'll trail this plot to the encl,' and I only wish I had some good pard I could rel y upon to help me, to be my friend, for, to all about here, I am only Wild Kid, the Terror, as you understand, and many think I ought to have cloven hoofs and horns, I'm so bad. But I don t care what they think and he laughed recklessly. "I know that yott are not what yott are painted, Bud Poisal, though I do not doubt that you are wild and something of a terror in your way. "Why not trus t Dr. Delmar as you r friernl, for he lik es you and always speaks well of you?" The face of the youth flushed, and he said earnestly: "No, indeed, Lady Beautv. Not Duke Delmar! I -' hate him; he is no friend of mine. But yott had better ride back home, as your father will be angry with you for going out alone, and as I have no id e a where those t\.vo men are, I'll go with you a short distance. "The major will send out, I guess, and bury what's left of El Monte here." "Oh, yes; father will see to that," and gathering up the lariats searching the body, and telling Marie that he would meet her at the end of the cut, Wild Kid clam bered up the steep bank, got his pony, waiting a short distance awa:y, and, mounting, dashed on, to find that the young girl had come upon the horse of El Monte, the others havin g left him behind in their flight. CHAPTER V ...J THE OLD MISSION. \Vild Kid accompanied Marie Brasher within sight of Idlerest Ranch, and then left her, declining her urgent i d 1 invitation to go on with her and l e t her father and mother know that he had again served her so well. i "No, Lady Beauty: your father and mother don't like 1 me, for they believe I am all bad and I won't go where I'm not wanted. "Why, the major wouldn't let me join his company of Texas Rangers, and when I warned them of danger one e night h e sa id I kn ew more of the Comanches than an hon est man ought to, and only went to the camp and told them of the Comanches lying in ambush for them to keep from being run out of the country. "Yes, lady he even offered to pay me for saving you that time from the Indians, and that made me mad clean through. "I know that my father distrusts you, Wild Kid, as man y others do; but I have faith in your good intentions, and hope some day you will show your enemies how wrong they were. Remember, I am you; friend, and ever will be. Good-by.'! She held out her hand, which the youth grasped, and as he rod e on his way, murmured to himself: "Now I've got more sense than to fall in love with a girl older than I am, and so far above me-she, beauti ful, accomplished, and an heire ss, and I a waif of the prairie, an outcast; but, something draws me to her in a I canno t miderstand, and J jus t vow she shall not be sacrificed to any one of half a dozen fellows I know her father would marry her to. "No, indeed! She can't marry a dead man, and it will come to that if one of those I have in mind is selected bv the major, for she does not l ove any of 'em, I have reas o n to think, from .what I saw one night. "Kow I'll take the trail of those two men from wher! they ran off, and ascertain just where it l eads, and so learn what this raid means." With this he rode back to the scene of the tragedy, took up the trail of the two masked fugitives, and fol lowed it at a canter over the prairie. In half a dozen places efforts had been made by the two to cover up their tracks; but the young trailer lost no time in searching for the trace where he lost it, for h e seemed to know just where to go to pick it up again, and did so, skipping at times the distance of a mile. I thought so," he had to say. "They wish t o give the idea that they are going to the Indian country, but they are not, for, as they came this way, they are bound for old Carlos Trego's hacienda ; so I.'ll go right there, for it's getting too dark to see the trail now." With this he urged his horse into a canter, and mile after mile kept the pace up across the great green plain. He see111ed to know the coimtry perfectly, and to have directed his course unerringly, for, after an hour's ride; there loomed up him a long low struct.ure, spread ing over several acres of land. There was one building rising higher than the rest,
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1"HE BUFf' ALO Bl LL STORlf:S. seen in t?he settlements, his son, Juan, going after sup plies when needed. Travelers visiting at the mission were always most hospitably treated, and the rangers, on their marches, found a "velcome whenever they camped there. Wild Kid did not approach the mission from the two trails leading to it, toward a light that shone in one wing. He passed through the old burying-ground of the padres, and, as he rounded the wing, drew rein just be neath the window from which shone the light. Rising to his feet in his saddle, he peered cautiously into the narrow, opert window, and as he did so, he heard a voice say sternly: "I tell you that your guest is Buffalo Bill, the great scout, Senor Trego, and he has come to this cow1try on a secret mission, of which I have been informed by let ter, and you must do as I say-never allow him to leave this old ruin alive! Yes, this night he must die!" CHAPTER VI. FOREWARN ED. Standing upright in his saddle, Wild Kid was able to see all that was in the room into which he looked through the narrow window. Above him loomed the dark walls of the mission, and around him were the gravestones marking the resting place of many who had passed away generations before. The window looked out upon this grewsome abode of the dead, which was surrounded by a wall half crumbled down in places, and which Wild Kid's pony had leaped, as his rider was determined to see in that window, a:nd had an idea he would be high'. enough by standing up in his saddle to do so. Wild Kid thought he would like to see just who was at the mission before he asked for shelter, for if there were two strangers there he did not doubt but that they were the intenaed kidnapers of Marie Brasher. As they were masked he could not see their faces, but he had noticed their general outline before he had fired upon their leader, and he had studied well the tracks of their horses, which he had also seen, before he sought his position of attack. If those horses were in the corral, and two men answer ing the description of those he had seen at the kidnaping were there, then he would not seek shelter in the mission that night, but lie in wait for them the next morning, and try and hold them up single-handed and, taking them back to the ranches, furn them over to the band of Texas Rangers, whose duty it was to protect the scattering settlement from raiders across the Rio Grande, the Comanches and bad characters in general. But vVild Kid saw more than he had anticipated when he looked through that open window in the mission. He had heard more than he had expected to, when he listened to the threat to kill Buffalo Bill, a man of whom he had heard much, and who was his hero, but whom he )1ad never seen. There were four men in the room, which was large and furnished only with a table and chairs. He recognized Senor Trego, gray, grizzled and stern looking, and sitting next to him was the man who had uttered the dire threat against Buffalo Bill. Vv'ild Kid knew this man well, as a hanger-on about the settlement town, as El Monte was called. He was called "Captain," as it was said, upon his own authority, that he had once been an army officer, and he had an erect, military bearing, but a face that was evil, sinister and cruel. His il}timates called him "Panama," and he was a des perate gambler and known to be a man-killer, for he had established sucl1' a reputation in El Monte and wis greatly feared. The other two men in the room were, Wild Kid was sure, the game he was in search of. One was short, the other tall, and they were dressed as the two kidnapers had been. They were unmasked, now, and the youth recognized them as two more of El Monte's tough citizens, known as :Mustang l\.1att and Half-Breed Jose. Nominally, they were cowboys, but they spent most of their time in gambling and idleness. The four men were within fifteen feet of the youth, some ten feet below him, and he conld see them distinctly and hear all that they said. Fortunately, a vine half obscured the window, giving :.helter to his face as he peered through. Like men who were cautious, from being in daily dan ger, the men talked in low tones, but each word Vi/ild Kid heard. It was Panama who had made the threat against Buf falo Bill, and in response Don Trego, as he was continu-1 ally called, asked: "Are you sure that he is alone, senor captain?" "Yes, for he always travels that way, for I know him well." "You have seen him before, then, senor?" "Do you see this scar on my forehead?'' "Yes, senor captain." "Well, he gave me that, and he thought he had killed me, but I have as many lives as a cat and hold on well. "I tell you that he has come to Texas on a secret mis sion, and if we do not check his career right here, a mun ber of us will stretch hemp, for I can pick out scores of '11en who are now dodging the gallows in El Monte alone.

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 'l "What crimes sent you hiding here, Don Trego, is none of my business, but I live here because I would die East, and Mustang Matt and Half-Breed Jose are about in my category "But Buffalo Bill is Chi e f of Scouts up at the line of forts in the Northwest, and he has left them on a mis sion which means death to more than one man in EI Monte.'.' CHAPTER VII. THE PLOTTO KILL. "Now, I got this letter by coach this morning, and it was just in time, for Buffalo Bill has traveled fast. The is from a life-long pard, a soldier who is well truste\i and a square man, but he owed me his life on more than one occasion, and he did not care to see me hang, so when he overhe2.rd that the scout was coming to El Monte he decided to find out all he could and warn me. "So he pl ay ed eavesdropper, and heard enough to know that Buffalo Bill was on a special man-hunt. I was not mentioned for I am supposed to be dead, but he warned me. "He heard Buffalo Bill go over with the general his intended trail to Texas, and the latter told him to stop here at this old mission one or two nights, and he might gleam som e information ab out the El Monte settlement before goin g there "So I came at once to po s t y ou, and blow my soul if the man i s not here ahead of me, for when I saw him I could hardly b e li ev e m y ey es, and lucky I am that he did not see me." "I never allow my guests to see each other until I know it is proper, senor captain," said the Don. "You are wise Don; but tell me of Buffalo Bill's com ing." "He came this afternoon mounted upon a splendid animal and with its match following with a pack saddle. "He told me he was on his way to El Monte, but wanted to rest a d a y or two, and gave his name as Fred \Villiams, a government courier." "Yes, his real name is William Frederick Cody, and he has twisted his Christian names to suit, for he dared not let it be known that he wa s Buffalo Bill; but I know him, and forewarned is being forearmed, as he shall fq10w to his cost. " I am to consid e r, senor captain, what you !:ay about 1he general telling him to stop here, at my mis s ion "It must be General Carr, who commanded this district some years ago, and knows of me and the mission, and so it would be bad for his courier to meet his death here." "Bah he has come here through an Indian cotmtr)-, and who could follow his trail after a <::ouple of days? "Who would know that he ever reached here? "I tell you, Don, you are as deep in the mire as the rest f us, and when. I got my soldier friend's letter I came at once to you. "I was sure that with yqur aid, and your son Juan's we could easily cut short the career of Buffalo Bill; but here I find Mustang Matt and Half-Breed Jose, two more to aid us, for they are of our kind, and so I say dovV11 the scout this very night. "He's got money, which goes to you, Don, his horses and traps Matt and Jose can have to sell, and I claim onlv his life. "No\V, Don Trego, do you intend to desert a par
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THE I UfFJ\LO BILL STORIES. CHAPTER VIII. BUFFALO BILL. It was an hoilf b efore sunset whe n a horseman rode up to the gate of the ruined mission, where Don Trego made his home, amid the memories and the of bygone generations. He was splendidly mounted, thoroughly equipped, had a repeating rifle, revolvers and bowie, with a pack horse trotting obediently along behind him, and carrying a well stocke
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THE BU ff ALO Bill )RIES. 9 CHAPTER IX. THE USE OF A L A SSO W ild Kid had hear d enou g h. The coil fell with a h e avy thud, which he feared woul
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!O THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. Tt held firm. Then he took off his boots and tied them about his 'vai st. His next move was to seize the lasso firmly and begin to walk up the chapel wall. The idea struck him that he might pull the stone cross ever on top of him, but he grimly muttered: "I guess it would bury me and give m e a tombstone all i 1 1 011c. But I'll take the chances." Soon he reached tJ1e cross and caught his feet upon the apex of the roof. There he s tood a while to rest one arm clinging around the cross. \i\fith his hard efforts in throwing the lariat and his climb, he was tired, tough as a pine knot though he was. But he soon was rested; and, drawing up the lasso, be g-an to let himself down the steep roof. Reaching the edge, he saw a light streaming out of an open door beneath him. It must be from the chanel room which had been given to Buffalo Bill, h e though But he must make no mistake. It would not do to find that it was a. room 6ccupiecl.iby Panama or the two men he had tracked there. The dogs might have been turned loose, but he must risk that. So he climbed up the roof again and went down the other side. All was dark there. But the lasso was long enoug h to reach the ground, and so he lowered himself. Arranging, the etjd, in case he came back to it in a run, he slipped cautiously along the wall of the chapel, came around in front, halted under the shadow of the tower for a moment, and looked about to get his bearings. He soon di s covered that he was in one end of the large plaza, the chapel standing aloof from the mission house proper. To his right, a hundred yards, was the main entrance, in front of him, across the plaza, was the night corral for the horses and cattle, and to the l eft he saw a light shining from an open door These he knew were the living quarters of Don Trego ano his people for vVild Kid had been to the mission half a dozen times before, several times passing a night there. "The wing where thos e precious toughs are is right ;'onder, and they have put out their light; but they com mand a view of the room oyer here by the chapel, so I must go slow, as they may be on the watch.'" So saying, he kept along nnd er the s hado w of the chap!!l until he drew near the stream of light that came out of the open door at one end. There was a window also, a na rrow one out Of which the light shone, and a form passed between the light and the door. vVas it the scout? Again the form darkened the light in the doorway ai1d remained there. Then the youth glanced down upon the pavement, and he beheld the shadow outline of the one who obscured the light. It was plainly photographed in black upon the pave- ment-a slender, upright form, with l ong hair falling b e l ow hi s shoufders and a broad sombrero upon his h ead. It could but be the scout, and the boy, crouching in the shadow of the chapel, whispered distinctly: "Buffalo Bill, don't move, but listen to me." There was a slight ?tart of the sh adow, the outline of a hand and arm bending toward a revolver in the belt was seen, and then came the low uttered words : \i\ ho are you?" "Are you Buffalo Bill?"' "You appear to know that fact, and I am not one to deny my identity." 'Other eyes than mine are upon you, and your life i s in danger. "Pretend to prepare for bed, and put out your light, for I dare n ot be seen. "\he n it is dark in your room I will c ome there." I will do as you tell me, for, in light or darkness I am able to defend myself," was the cool reply of the scout. CHAPTER XI. WILD KID MEETS IlUl'F.\LO BILL. There was a movement of the shadowy form, the broad sombrero wa s taken off, the belt of arms unbuckled. a movem ent as though the high top boots ""vvere bein g r e moved, and then the light went o ut. As it did so "Wild Kid g lided frot11 the shadow of the chap e l to the door of the little room. Entering, he heard the lowspoken words : "1\ ow, pare!, friend or foe, I am ready for you for I have you covered." The scout was not to be caught napping. The thought pleased the Kid and h e laughed lightly and whispered : ''Good! You are wide awake, see." "I always :1111, when n ot a sleep ".Now, who arc you ?" ''Only a boy." "\iVho else?" :'Your friend." "So I would judge from your coming here as you do; but appearances are deceitful."

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THE BU ff ALO BILL STORlf.S. 11 "That's so; but you are Buffalo Bill?" "Are y ou guessing?" "No." "\i\Thy do y ou ask?" "I do n o t w ish t o h e lp the wrong man." "So yo u are here to h e lp me, are you?" "Yes, to s ave your life, for there is a plot to kill you to-ni ght. " Ah! Now y o u are tal k ing business." I "I'. m a b o y for I'm dodging death about half th e t une myself: I I c anno t s e e y ou, but I rather like you, pard. I "I y ou will .. when you me better; but I i reck o n I h a d b ette r not preach too long, but get down to bu s in es s." "Fire away." "You came here from the upper country, where you are chief of sc o uts at the frontier forts, and you are in Texas on a special mis s ion, but did not give yourself away, but t0d D o n Tre go that you were a government courier, and your nam e was Fred v Villi ams "Ah! you are Juan, the Don's son." '11 "If I was I d exp e ct to be hanged, and for a good re a s on; but, though I may die with my boots on, I won't h ang." "vVho are you?" "A boy, an outc as t, prame waif, good-for-noth in g, t e rror, or w hat y o u will chri s tened by the toughs of El M onte Wild Kid, but at camp meet in g called by the parson Bud Poi s al, which n a me I answer to quick if anybody wou l d say B uel Poisa l w o uld lie or steal a horse. I "Now you ve g o t m y fa mily history, I b e ing the entire fami ly outfi t, and tho u g h it's too dark to see me, I'm h e re, and to help yo u. Buff alo Bill w a s d e ci ded l y impressed by this short and to the point e x plan a tion of the youth, and he felt at once dr aw n t oward him though he cotild not s e e a feature of his fa ce "My bra v e yo un g friend, I appreciate; what you have t old me, and also that you are here to aid me to escape ome threate n e d danger "What i s th a t d a nger may I ask?" I'll tell yo u by a sh ort trail. "Thre e m e n t r ied to kidn a p, this afternoon, the noblest girl in t h e Sta te of T e xas, th e only one who thinks I'm not as bla ck as the y paint m e ; but I saw their littl e game, hipp e d in, and sent c n e of the m, the leader El Monte Ed, o round-up cattl e in t h e h a pp y hunting grounds, and the t h e r two go t away " Good for yo u " I r ode ne a r l y h ome wi t h L a d y B eauty-the boys call 1 e r s o, but her r e al na m e is Miss Marie Brasher--an
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13 THE BU ff ALO BILL "Yes, like making a rabbit stew-you first catch your rabbit." "Sure. But the other three-Paf\ama, Mustang Mott, and Half-Breed Jose, all hard ones from El Monte, plot ted to come over here when you were asleep and open fire on you, as they said you would naturally keep the door open, and thus they would down you. "At the wall a couple of hundred feet from here, is a stone room, the Don said, with a window overlooking the river, and they your body out there and the stream would carry it far away." "You heard all this?" "Oh; yes I got it all down fine, and then I plotted to help you out." "How did you get in ?'1 "vVell, I'll tell you. I got in by a way which will en able you to say that you were saved by the cross." "I don't understand. Are you a traveling missionary?" "Not to any alarming extent; but I could not get over the walls I lassoed the cross on the chapel, shinned up the side and down the roof, and I'm here, aren't I?" "You certainly are in evidence, though I do not see you distinctly. "And now you are here to help me fight out this battle or aid me to escare-which ?'' "See here, chief, I fould help you to escape, but I've got an idea you could do more good fighting it otrt; in fact, I've an idea." Let ri1e have it, then." "If Panama is really posted you've got work ahead of you in these parts." "True." "Now, I'm not curious; but if you are playing a lone hand, but would like to have some one be pards with you, I'm with you for keeps." "You. are just the one I need, from what I've seen of you." "You haven't seen me yet, only heard me, and maybe when you do get a sight of my picture by daylight you won't like it." "I'll take chances on that." ''Then I'll do the same." "Now, my idea is to go arotmd the chapel, get my lariat and hang the end over this side so that I can be here with you in the fight. and fhen skip at a quickstep outside of the mission walls, I mean after the three men have passed in their chips. "I'll be on hand shonld Don Trego and Juan, with the p e on s take a hand again s t you: but my idea is that they will not; but, as I said, they'll hear sometliing drop from the chapel roof if they do. "Well, so far. good: but T. think yon'd better play that the three men must have followed you here to kill you, that they came from the Northwest, not from El Monte, and make believe you think Don Trego is all right. "He'll catch at that bait the same as a catfish will at a nigger's toe, and he'll pretend not to know the men at first; but then come out and say they are from El Monte, and asked for shelter for the night, which he gave them, little dreaming that they were here to murder you. "I know the Don well, and he'll be glad to get out of it while if you recognize the man Panama, you can give a reason for his attack on you, stating that in some way he knew of your coming. "When I see all is serene I'll skip and nobody will know me in the affair, only I'll have to borrow your lariat so as to tie it to minej so I car). draw them over after I am outside, as it would not 'Clo to leave mine fast to the cross. "That's my game, chief." "And it's a good one, and we 'll play it to the end, be the stakes what they may,'' was Buffalo Bill's stern response. .. CHAPTER XIII. WAITING. Buffalo Bill felt that he had one to aid him who, if a boy in years, was a man in pluck and experience. It was a novel situation for him, he who had done so much to aid others to save other lives, standing there in the dark in that old ruin, following the advice of a boy to save himself from death Yet there was a ring in the youth's tone that was sin cere and true, and he trusted him implicitly, so said: "Well," Wild Kid, when you think our friends will come to the ball ?" "Not until they are sure that you are sound asleep, so I'll go after my for that will take me a little time; but if they should come while I'm gone, I'll get a shot or two in from somewhere to help you, and be about until I know all is quiet, only don't sleep too sound there." ''I never do, for my cars are on the watch when my eyes are closed." ''Good for the ears; but when yoit leave in the morn ing take the river trail to El Monte, and I'll be someVv'.here along the way. "Now, I'll take a break." With this the boy glided out of the room, passed close along under the shadow of th e chap e l wall, and soon reached his lariat where it hung on the other side. He climbed up to roof, pa s s efl along the ridge to the cross, and ti e d Cod y' s lariat to his own, passing 1 them simply over the stone arm, and carrying the two ends clown upon the other side. This time he lanJed iii a dark c01' n e r of the chapel and

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 13 the wall, and not fifty feet from the room where Buffalo Bill was waiting. He arranged the ends of the lariats so that he could get hold of them in a hurry, and could, by pulling upon one rnd, when outside of the wall, drag the other over the cross after him. This done, he i;i.10ved gently forward to the door and whispered: "All serene!" "So far 'Have you a1T2,nged your means of escape?" "Oh, yes, and I've only got to crawl upon the wall, sit there in the shadow of the rear buttress of the chapel, and wait to see how the cards are played by the Don. "If the game goes square I'll drop over on the other side, pull the lariat s off the cros s, and glide out through t he graveyard to where my pony is fc:;ding." "You are not afraid of ghosts, then?" "I've been a long time hoping to see one, but it seems that onl y those that are afraid of ghosts see them, for I can't, and I've been around dead folks right much in my time, so I gi1ess wh e n the sp irit leaves the body it don't go fooling around any more it left it; that's my opinion, but then I'm only a kid, and so green the cattle chase me." "All cats are gray at night, so I can't see the green lin e you speak of," replied Buffalo Bill, much amused at the way Wild Kid had of expressing himself. "It's just tvveive o'clock," said \i\Tild Kid after a mo ment g lancing o ut of the door. ';How do you tell?" "I study the stars every night, for I'm out as much in the darkness as daytime, and I get to knowing pretty well." "Yes, yo u are a close observer, I see, and I'm lucky to have found such an ally, for I needed one, and hoped to find two gentlemen I have letters to, to be the ones to aid me." "Who are they? came the blunt question. "Do you know Major Donald Brasher?" .. "You b e t I know him; it was his daughter I saved from th e kidnapcrs to-day, and a year ago I saved her from the Indians; but the major hate s me, though I'm not growing thin over it. "He's a. good man, or wo uld be. if a certain fellow who is trying to marry his daughter would let him." Buffalo Bill listened to what Wild Kid said with great attention, but making no comment, asked : Do you know Dr. Duke Delmar ?" "I guess so, and he knows me, but our friendship don't pan out to any alarming extent, though I did keep Rip Fait from pntting a bullet in his brain once." "How did you it?" "Killed Rip, of course, "That was the only way to stop Rip, and he was on the warpath for scalps, was blind for gore, and I pulled my gun on him when I saw that he had Dr. Duke booked to kill. I ';And yet Dr. Duke Delmar is qot your friend?" ''No; nobody is, except Lady Beauty Brasher, and she dare not show she don't think I'm the devil on a round up.'' ''\Veil, I'll b e your friend, and I'll show it." "Don't, it will your reputation even with El Monte toughs; besides ef you want me to help you down here, I can do more for you by not appearing to know you; but I think death has starte d on the trail, for I saw something moving over yonder, sure, though it might have been one of the Don's sQ.vage dogs." ,:. "He would hardly l et the1n out ot the pen with strangers her e "You are right, I never thought of that; but I see now that what I saw move was not dogs." "No, I see them-they are men, threti of them1 ana they are coming this way." "They better stop to pray a little, was the quiet com ment of wild Kid, as he held his revolver ready for use, Buffalo Bill standing by his side, a weapon also iJ:l,. his hand. CHAPTER XIV. PLAYING A DEADLY GAME. If Buffalo Bill had had any doubt of his young ally, he could do s_o no longer when he saw three dark forms creep out of the shadows of the old mission and come silently toward the littl e adobe structure adjoining the chapel, where he had been pl,aced to sleep. The youth was as cool, the scout noticed, as though he were simply waiting for a deer to come within range of his weapon. 'Vithin the room it was intensely dark, but Buffalo Bill had placed the little lamp and matches wherei1e could get at them readily when needed. Bound upon a most important mission, after hearing the boy's story of the three men, and knowing that. the Don his so n and two peons, if not in league with them, might be prevailed to join them when he sh6wed resist ance, Buffalo Bill 's plan would have been to simply es cape with Wild Kid, as he had entered, and come back with a force of ranchmen to gain his own and s scure re-' ven ge . But Wild :E id had urged otherwise, and in a way that cu'tinced the scout that his plan was best. If he could clown his three foes, and convince Don Trcg-o that he thought him wholly innocent and that the

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l'HE BU ff J\LO Bill STORIE5. men had tracked him the.re to kill him, it would be best, for then he would have material to work on in the future against a man whom he knew had been trusted by Gen eral Carr and other army officers. Explaining to the Don that he had not slept, and saw the three men advancing toward him, he had protected himself, thus not letting it be known that he had been warned, or that Wild Kid was interested in the affair, the scout felt that he would hold a secret that would be to his advantage for future action. "I'll halt them first, young parcl, for I don't wish to fire on a man without a warning, if h e is coming to assassinate n1e." "All right, sir; that's my style, never to pull trigger un less the other party knows I am in the game. "But don't hold 'em up until they get so close that none of the thrt::e can get away." "Oh, yes, I mean to kill if I have to, but I d like to catch the man Panama alive to find out just who he is. "Can you pick him out?" "He's the tallest of the three." "Do you intend to fire also ?" "Well, it's your picnic, but if I'm need ed I'll chip in and it won't cause me to lie awake nights if I happen to kill Half-Breed Jose, for he has tried the coward act on me several times. "He's the little fellow on the left." The three men were now within thirty feet of the building, and advanced side by side on tiptoe. In the center was the taller of the trio, the youth had said was Panama. It was bright stadight, and they were distinctly visible now, for they were in the open, well out of the shadows of the mission walis, and nearing tho se about the chapel and its annex. There was no doubt but that the men were coming di rectly toward the open door, for, as Wild Kid whispered: ":rhere was no other place for them to go in that direc tion, the chapel to pray, and I guess prayer time hasn t come yet." Another moment, and the three men halted near the door and listened. Buffalo Bill breathed heavily, like a man in a deep slumber. The rrien seemed r eass ured as they heard the breathing, some low order was given, and they separated, those on each side stepping some fifteen feet apart from the center one. Instantly Wild Kid seized Buffalo Bill and drew him to one side of the door. The cot was just in fron t of the open door, but the men had separated so that they could fire from three directions into the room, and thus make sure of wounding, if not killing the scout before they rushed in on him. \Vild Kid seemed to aniticipate their act, and so drew the scout to the shelter of the wall between the door and the window. He had hardly clone so, when three s hots came to gether, almost as one, and the btillets Sflnk into the cot. Then came a second dischar ge, and the three men ran toward the door, firing as they did so. But two answering shots flashed from the darkness of; the room, and Half-Breed Jose and Mustang Matt dropped dead, while the form of the scout leap ed from the d9or and his iron grip was upon the throat of Panama, who was hurled to the ground with stunning force, while he heard the stern command : "Resist, and I will kill you !" "I give up,'' cried the half-dazed man, and he was dragged by the scout into the room, his weapons torn from him, and hurled upon the floor, the door was closed, and Buffalo Bill stood at bay by the window, his foot upon the prostrate prisoner's breast, while he waited for the coming of the Don, for voices were heard over by the mis sion, and forms were coming quickly to the scene. As for Wild Kid, he had glided away like a ghost when he saw his chance to do so. CHAPTER XV. BUFFALO BILL AT BAY. Buffalo Bill was glad to see that his young pard had skipped out so quickly, he feeling sure that Panama had not seen him. As he stood by the na0rrow window, a revolv e r in each hand, and his foot upon his prostrate prisoner, whom he had told that a move would be the signal for his death, he saw four forms coming toward the chapel. Of course, they were the Don, his so n Juan, and two of the peon cowboys. Determined not t.o let the Don make the mistake of fir in g, if he could head him off, the scout called out: "Ho, Bon Trego, I have been attacked by men who must have trailed me here. "Two of them are dead, and I have the third a pris oner." The words were utter ed slowly and distinctly, and were heard and understood, for the Don called back : "Oh, senor! It is terrible, and in my home, too. "I will bang the one you have made a prisoner." The Don then came runnin g on to the scene, while Buffalo Bill call eel out: ''Hold, senor! I have been attacked, as I said, and I wish to be sure that those with you are not also my foes."

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THE BU Ff J\LO BILL STORIES. l senor, never! They are my son, Juan, and my peon cowboys. Pedro and Antonio. "We are your friends and will defend you, for it makes me sad that they shottld have attacked you, my frie11d." The Don and the others were now 01'itside of the door, which Buffalo Bill had not yet ope ned, for he asked: ''\Vho are these men?" "Three m en from El l\Ionte, senor, who came lat e to night and asked for shelter, even saying that they were friends of yours, but would .not disturb you. "They must have trailed your here, senor; but the Vig ilantes of El ).!onte will deal with the prisoner quickly. and I will guard him myself until daylight, and go with you to El Monte on the morrow and sec him hanged .. Thanks, Dcin Trego, but I never allow another to do th at which it is my duty to attend to, so I will guard the prif-oner my s elf," and the scout opened the door, and then continu ed: "The lamp and match e s are on that table, Don, so please us hav e some light." The Don's hand trembled as he lighted the la mp, and Buffalo Bill, who was watching him closely, saw that he was very pale. The failure of the attack, and fear of being suspected of complicity in it had quite unnerved the Don. But, appearing not to notice his fright, Buffalo Bill said: 'Of course, Don, you are not responsible for your guests, but it cam e very near being a close call for me. "As I had not been a s leep, 1 saw them coming, felt their movements were suspicious, and prepared for them. "When they fired into tfte room and then rushed for ward. I met them with my revolver, and as the other two were quickly out of the game, I made this man a pris oner. ''Hand me my lariat off of my saddle, please, Don, and aft e r I have secured him I'll have a look at his face, for perhap s that may t ell me why I have been dogged hereah !" and Buffalo Bill sprang forward and seized the pris-1 oner by the throat with one hand, while he wrenched from him a letter he had seen him trying to tear up. The act of the scout showed the Don and the others that Buffalo Bill was a man of giant strength and tiger like quickness, for Panama. they knew, justly boasted of his wonderful prowess. But in the hands of the scout he was but. as a child. Thrusting the letter into his pocket, Buffalo Bill pro ceeded to search the prisoner, all the time looking fixedly into his face, until at last he said, in a puzzled kind of way: "I don't believe in the grave giving up its dead until they are called official)y at the bugle call of Gabriel; but if you have not been numbered with the shadows, I am greatly mistaken, for I will take oath that you are North Adams, deserter from the army, and murderer of Ser geant Fair four years ago. "I thought 1 had killed you, but it seems I was mistaken-yes, you are North Adams, and you escaped my bullet to die on the g-allows." CHAPTER XVI. GUARD. The sco ut could not but note the startled look of the prisoner at his recognition of him, as also his appealing g lanc e to Don Trego and Juan. He also caught the nod of response the Don quickly gave, but, pretending not to notice it, said: "You need not appeal to the Don a!Jd his son for help, for they are hon est men, and are on my side; but even if they were not I would fight them to keep you, and they wou ld have to answer to the soldiers who are following on my trai l if I disappeared." The shot to ld, for the Don hastened to say: "Yes, senor, we are honest men, and though we know this man, we never suspected him of being the wretch he is. "He came to our house last night with his pards, as I have told you, but he came to kill you, and thus get me into trouble. "But I will put him in irons at once and guard him un' til morning for you." "No, Don, I will ask you to guard those two dead men instead, and this man I will keep here, for he cannot es cape when I have secured him-my la ss o not on my sad dle horn, you say? well, there is one on my pack saddle. so hand me that, please." It was given to him, for Buffalo Bill had forgotten that Wild Kid had his lariat when he asked the Don to hand it to him. Those who watched the scout tie the prisoner felt that he had had experience in that kind of work, and that Panama"s chances of getting free were very slim. But the Don, though appearing to side with the scout, and against was on ly too anxious to aid the lat ter to escape. He knew that he dare not refuse to aid him, as Panama would avenge himself by betraying him ; and, little dream ing now that the scout was playing a waiting game in pre tending to trust him, Don Trego said : "Now, senor, I insist .that you shall not watch the pris oner, for yo u have already suffered enough under my roof." "Leave him to me and I \.Yill guard him, while you seek the rest you need.

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THE BUff ALO STOR!f.S. "Senor, I'm as wideawake as an owl at midnight, and I will keep the prisoner h e re. "He is sectm: l y bound, as you see. I will draw my cot across the door, and sleep serenely until I am called to eat the tempting breakfast I know your good wife will have for me." "But, senor--" "I am determined, Don, so that ends it." "I hope the senor does not fear to trust me with the prison er," said the Don, reproachfully. "Why should I? Are you not an honest man?" The s udden questio ns staggered the Don, and he gave the a quick glance, and Buffalo Bill saw it, as well as a sign in return. That the Don understood the sign was evident, for he argued no more, anti, bidding Buffalo Bill good-night, was going to the door, when the prisoner asked: "May I have my blankets t o rest on?" "Oh, yes; for I would not have you uncomfortabl e," responded Buffalo Bill. The Don himself brought th em, and insisted spreading them, while Buffalo B ill though pretending not to heed, heard the words siowly spoken b y t he prison er: "Juan and the peons on the trail to-morrow." The Don n o dded and left with his son and the p eons, removing the bodies of the two dead men as they did so. Instantly Buffalo Bill blew the lamp out. He would take no chances of a shot in the dark, and, closing the stout door, he bolted it. Then he drew his cot under the window, where he could rai se his head and look out. "Now, North Adams, I'll take a nap and I advise you to forget yourself in slumber, also." I am not North Adams." "vVhy lie, for your letter will prove that, as, though ad dressed to Captain Palos Panama, I notic ed that it began, 'My dear North.' Then, too, Adams, I recogni ze you, and rememb er that yo u bear a scar on your head I gave you, and thought the wound was fatal, as it knocked you off the cliff into tl.e river, but you escaped in sorne way, and so we meet again. "Now, go to slee p fopyo u cannot escape and you kn9 w me well enoug h to und erstand that the Don and his outfit could not t ake you from me if they even felt in clined to do so." \iVhether convinced or nQt, Panama sa id no mor e and the scout was soon asleep, though he was on the alert even in slumber. CHAPTER XVII. THE TWO TRAILS. When Buffalo Bill awoke the sun was up. There lay his prisoner, secure, as he qad left him. Go ing to his pack saddle, the scout took out a pair of steel manacles, and these he put upon the prisoner with the remark: "The lari at binds you, I see, but these will be comfortable. "Understa nd Adams, that I shall allow no nonsense, so obev me .rI will, Buffalo Bill.'' The scout smiled, and asked quiclcly: "You have betrayed yourself, for why did you call m e Buffalo Bill? ."My name is Fred vVilliams, you know.'' The prisoner bit his lip viciously, for he felt that he had made a mistake. The Don now appeared and told the scout the senora had breakfast ready, and he would guard the prisoner while he ate. "No, Don, I'll take him with me," was the reply, and this was done. The senora was all smiles and congratt:1lations when Buffalo Bill appeared, and, turning to the. prisoner, said, reproachfully: "And to think he has been our gues t, and would treat you thus. "For shame, Panama. "I fear the Vigilantes will hang you when you reach El Monte." But her kind heart enabled her to h ea p the plate of the prisoner with a good breakfast, and the Don's offer for his wife to guard the prisoner while he and the scout went out to get the horses ready being declined, Panama was taken along also tb the 1 corra1. "My son is looking up a stray horse of hi s, and tl-:i"'..,. peons are guarding the cattle," explained the Don, witT1-out being asked, and Buffalo Bill made a mental note of the fact, as also that the three were missing. The scout's two horses were saddled, that of the pris oner also, and the Don refused decidedly any pay for the night's lodging he h a d given, but seemed most particular in his directi ons to Buffalo Bill as to the trail h e should take. Telling the Don that h e would pay the peons for burying the two dead men, upon hi s return, he bade a courteous farewell to the senora, shook hands with hi s host, and rode away with his prisoner upon the trai1 the Spaniard had directed him to take. But Buffalo Bill was not to 15e caught napping, and he recalled that Wild Kid had told him to be sure and take the ri ver trai-l. That certainly was not the one he was then on; he felt sure, so h e asked the pri soner if the other trail was not th e sh ortest. 1 "No, the longe st," said Panama, shortly. "This is th e direct one, then?" "Yes.'' "The other lies yonder, does it not? "No, in this other direction.'' That agreed with the advice given by Wild Kid. So he said, while he watched the prisoner closely : "We will take the other trail, then.'' Buffalo Bill had observed looks pass bet ween the Don, the senora and the prisoner, which he felt were intended to convey to the prisoner certain information. He now saw' that his avowed intention of taking the other trail caused the prisoner t o start and grow anxious. "You will have a hard ride of it, if you take the river trail, and are just as likel y as not to run upon a band of redskins that way," urged Panama. "'I've met r edsk ins before, and am pretty well armed and mounted, so I can run if I cannot fight, and your horse is a good one, too; but should I have to leave you

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THE BUFF ALO B.ILL STORIES. 12 behind it will save you from being hanged, as you ce rtainl y will be, North Adams." The prisoner was white faced now, and brought forward severa l strong arguments of why the scout should not take what was known as the river trail, as it followed alonothe stream for several miles, and, crossing it, re cros;cd after some distance; rendering it considerably long er than the one that ran directly across country from the old mission But Buffalo Bill was determined to go his own way, and turned out of the trail to cross country a mile or two to the other one: The moment he did so the lo oks of the prisoner showed that the scout had saved himself from an ambush and kept Panama from being aided in an escape. A muttered imprecation in Spanish from the prisoner told how deep was his at the action of the s cout in regard to the two trails. CHAPTER XVIII. A SIGNAL AHEAD. ...... Buffalo Bill soon came into the other trail, and turned in the direction he had been going on the first one. He was sure that was the right one, as Panama told him it was not. "'I'll chance it," he said. with a smile. Then he was bothered as to his meeting with wild Kid on the trail. The youth had said he would meet him, but nothing had been said of havin g the prisoner along. Would Wild Kid think it wise to show himself while Panama was along? That Buffalo Bi11 determined to leave to the boy to de cide. He would naturally see him, and that he had a prisoner with him, before he allowed himself to be seen, and so would know best how to act. So the scout continued on his only that he was not surprised by any one on the way, as he did not k n ow but that the Don's people might have gu3rded both trails. Then, too, the prisoner might h ave been right in his dread of meeting a band of fo.dians. Some ten miles frcrn the old mission the scout cam e upon a little prairie, a mile across, and with a range of hills in the distance. There the trail crossed the river and wound along the banks, which the scout's knowledge of th e lay of land in general convinced him that the river must wind around and run along at the base of the clistan hills. He asked his prisoner, but the latter, was in a mood not to It was evident that Buffalo Bill had taken the wrong trail-for Panama. The river was easily forclecl, the trail followed down the bank, and as the hills were approached the trail seemed to l ead away from the stream As the slope was reached Buffalo Bill's eyes were upon the trail ahead, going among the hills, and his keen eyes caught sight of a form ahead; appearing for a moment, and then gliding out of sight. "I thir.k I shall reconnoiter on ahead alone, Adams, but I'll see that your horse does not run away with you," Buffalo Bill p:oceeded to tie the animal ridden by tne prisoner securely to a tree. The prisoner was already bound securely to his saddle. Riding on ahead, Buffalo Bill advanced caution, though he felt sure the form he had caught sight of must be the Wild Kid. If mistaken, then it would be man against man; but great odds never di sturbed Buffalo Bill to any alarming extent. After several hundred yards the trail wound into the timber belt along the range of hills, and as he was lost sight of to the sharply watching prisoner, he beheld ahead the Wild Kid, for it was the youth he saw. There h e stood in the trail, upright, hand so me-faced and waiting. The scout was at once impressed with the appearance of the youth, just such as he would expect to find his friend of the night before to be. "I'm the Wild Kid, Chief. Cody," informed the youth, with a smile. "Yes, I am sure of that, for, though I did not see you last night, you are just about what I pictured you, and I have kept a searchihg lookout along the trail to find you." "I saw you several miles back, but dared not signal, as I perceiv ed that you had company, so I came on here and t ook the chances." ''It is Panama you have, I suppose, but did he see me?" "I\' o; and I simply explained that I would reconnoiter on ahead." "Good! Now! you vvere going to El Monte with your prisoner?" ''Yes, he really is North Adams. a deserter from the army, and a double murderer and thief. I thought I had killed him, but was mistaken." "So I heard yo u say last night to him." "Yo u heard me?" in s urprise. '"Oh, yes; for I was on the roof and heard and saw all. "You see, I didn't know just what the Don and his layout migP,t be tempted to do, so I la y low until n early dawn, and 1 know that Juan and the peons went out be fore clay to ambush yo u on the other trail. "I, kept near, and was glad wh e n you took my adv ice and followed the river trail, for you IJ!issed the ambush But if you had been attacked Wild Kid would have been in the game for all I was worth." "You are a true friend, Wild Kid, as I have had the best of proof. "Then take the advice I now give you. If you do not you'll get into big trouble." ''I'll do it, for I feel that I can trust you," was Buffalo Bill's earnest r ep ly. CHAPTER XIX. WILD KID'S ADVICE. "Now, Chief Cody, I don't know what your business at El Monte is, but yo u are a brave man to come alone, though I heard your bluff to the Don last night about sol diers following." "You are a keen one." "If you needed soldiers here you'd get them from the

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!& THE BUFF ALO Bill STORIES. fortr sixty-five miles south of here, and where I wish you to go now." "Why?" "Well, the prisoner you have is a d eserter, you say ? "Yes." "Down here he is a gambl e r anct a secret member of a very dangerous band. "I am not dead sure, but I think the Don is in the gang also; but by pretending not to susp e ct him we can catch him in a trap, is my idea." "The very thing Kid." "Now, if you take Panama into El : Monte, brave a? y o u are, and a man to face any clanger, he will be taken from you, for his gang is a strong one and the good men there will not put their lives in jeopardy, and their homes, too, by taking sides with you. "You might kill half a dozen, but a bull e t will kill a buffalo, and you are but lmman." "You are right, Wild Kid." "So I say to you to skip this trail right here, follow the range right along. I'll sketch you a map of the country and trails, and get int o the fort as quickly as vou can. "Leave your prisoner there, and make your back to this point by day after to-morrow noon, and I'll be on hand to join you. "I'll go into El Monte and. hear what story the Don has sent in of the affair, and see just how the humor of the. men stands, for they think I am a bad one; and so will talk freely before me. "I'll see how matters s tand, too, about the attack on Lady Beauty, of Idler est Ranch, and wh e n you return I'll take you for the night to my layout and put you on the trail for the hom e s of Dr. Duke Delmar and Major Brasher, whom you say y ou have letters to, though I would advise you not to tell your business here to either one of them, for I 'll say flatfooted I do not trust the Doc a little bit, and if he has not got the major on a string I'm willing to be licked for lying." Buffalo Bill laughed, and then said : "Well, my young friend I will take your advice and deliver my prisoner for safeke e ping at the fort. "Then I will return and meet you h e re, and after al: you have done fo.r me, I will be gu:Jetl by you in regard to my future actions, for you know the c o untry, the peo ple, go(>d and bad, and I do not believe you are half as bad as you paint yourself." "Give a dog a bad name, and he 'll soon begin to think he's the meanest cut in town, for, save the Lady Beautv and four boy pards who will tie to me to the end, I've got no friends; but they s ay even that we boys are road agents and all that is bad, though the Vigilantes have never been able to catch us in a single lawless de e d. "We call ourselves Boy Range rs and though we've fought the Indians and Rio Grande Renegades hard, sev eral tim e s warning the ranches of trouble the y won t believe we are hon e st simply becau s e I am s aid to be a young terror. "vV hy, the ranchers ke e p a closer count on my cattle and ponies than I do myself, to see i f I don t add to them by stealing splithoofs and nmstangs." Buffalo Bill e y ed the fixedly as h e was s p e aking, and seemed to dwell upon every word he uttered. Then he said : "So you have a little ranch of your own?" "Yes, a baby layout, with a couple of hundred long horns and thirty-odd ponies." "And you have some pards ?" "I've got a young Mexican pard, Rico San c hez, though he's a year older than I am, living at my layout with me along with Sable, a boy I picked up. and whost: heart is full of good blood, if he has got a bad face. ''The n, on a littl e ranch below El Monte. I 've go t t w o boy parcls whom I can call on when I ne e d them, and that is all. "You see, Rico Sanchez had to l eave Mexico o r be killed, and was followed across the Rio Gra11de and wounded; but I happened along and helped him out, and took him to my ranch, while Sable was stood up for a target one day in El :'.\fontc by a desperado, and I t o o k his part, so he's stuck to me ever since. "The other two boys I also h e lp e d out of a scrape, and when I call they 'll come; but folks will call me a terror, and maybe I am, in a quiet way. "\i\Tell, pard, you are just the o ne I want to help me, you and your Boy Rangers, and wh e n I r e turn fro m the fort I'll tell you my business at El Monte ," and Bqf falo Bill warmly grasped the hand of the "Yotmg -I ror." CHAPTER XX. NOT FOR SALE After talking togeth e r a short while l onger, and the scout receiving from the youth a p e ncils ketched map of his way, the two parted. Buffalo Bill at once returned to his pri s oner who was anxiously awaiting him, wondering if Juan Trego and t h e peon s, finding that they had not tak e n th e trail they were e x pected to take, would run across to still ambush them. He knew weil that if he did not his only chance w o uld be t o raise trouhle in El Monte, and have his comrades free him from the power of the sc out, wh o h e feare d might make sure of hini. by killing him. He could not blame Don Trego, for he f elt that he had acted as best he could ; bnt Panama wa s not one to b e take n back a prisoner by Buffalo Bill t o the fort from which he had deserted, no matte r what th e c os t might be t o others. So when the scout r e turned he eye d him clos ely and a sked: "Did you find anything suspicious ? "Yes. "Indians?" "No." "What then?" "Enough to make me leave thi s trail." "Ah! I told you so, and you can g o back to the othe r bv a five-mi l e ride--. I know the way. " Thanks, but I do not need your aid nor will I go back to the other trail .'f "Then you return to the Miss ion Ranch?'' No. "I don t know what you 'll do, then.' Buffalo Bill had now untied the prisoner's horse ancl the pack animal, and, taking them in lead, to the

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l'HE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. pri se of Panama, he turned short off of the trail to El Monte "Where in the name of Satan are yo u going?" cried the pri soner. ,, . "I thought I would go t o Fort Rio, was the _calm rep1y. Buff alo Bill sa:w the start g iven by the pris oner, and that h i s face b e came the hue of death "This i s not the way to the fort," he faltered. "I think it is." "Ifs o v e r a hundre d miles " M ore o r l e ss as you will see w h en we reach there by night, for I shail ottsh al ong rapidly." "'l\I y G od! m a n d on't take me there." "It is jus t what I intend to do." "YOU a cc use me of being 'or t h Adams, but I am not.'i "Quit t alk ing, Adams. for I know jus t what yo u are,. and th a t you kill e d th e s ergeant who arrested you for r ob bing th e p ay m aster' s quarte rs, and then sho t the guard 0ver y o u and mad e vour escape. "As I r e port e d when I followed you that I had killed von and I believ erl it to be trne, tha t ended the matter; but 'as it was my m i stake, I wi ll now be g lad to atone for it by returning you to General Carr, and to do so, I will ,take you to Fort Rio for safe keeping, for I know what to expe ct should I ca r ry you a prisoner to El Monte. "Come, we must quicken our pace." Panama groaned, and th e n gave vent to a string of oaths in Englis h and Spanish But Buffalo Bill paid no he ed, but kept the horses at a steadv trot for severa l hours, following the direction in w hi d} he should go with an exactness that surprised th e prisoner, who knew h e was a stranger in t hat .,art.of the country. At noon Buffalo Bill halted at a small stream for rest. The grass was plentiful, the water cl ea r and cold, and there was wood in plenty for a fir e But the scout cont e nted himself wit h a c o ld lunch from his supplies, the prisoner eating sparingly. After a rest of nearly an h ou r as Buffalo Bill began to sadd l e up preparatory to starting on, Panama said : "See here, Buffalo Bill, ev.ery man has his price-what is yours ? "I haven't got any thi n g for sa l e just now, Adams." "Non. s e n se! You understand me well. "If you carry me to the for t yo u 'll have me s afe. "Now, nobody knows that I am alive save you, and I will pay you a clean t wo thousand dollars in gold if you will l e t me g o." "It is not e nough "I'm not rich, but I've won some money with cards and tr adi n g cattle-" 'And cutting throats." "I didn t s a y that ." 'N o but I did." "Well, the n I have that much more reason to wish to escape, s o if two thousand will not buy you, name w]1at will, and I'll try and meet your price." "Call it as many millions as you did thousands, and I guess I'd surrender." ':Bah! Do you think I am a fool?" "Oh, no, and n e ither am I for sa le, Adams," and the journe y was re s umed . While restin g, Buffalo Bill had glanced over Wild Kid's map, and saw that he had made no mistake, and if he con tinued on a couple of hours more he must get into the trail leading from the south to Fort Rio. This he did, and pressing on, just as the sun set he caught s i ght, in the distance, of the Stars and Stripes flut tering down from the flagstaff at For.t Rio, and heard the s un set gun echoi n g amon g the hills. But what was a great satisfaction for him was despair for his prisoner. .. CHAPTER XXL THE MASKED PURSUERS. Whe n Wild Kid saw Buffalo Bill return to his prisoner h e watched until they had turned off along the range and disapeared from sight. Then h e moved up to where the scou t had halted his pris o ner, w hil e he came forward on t h e trail to speak to him. "I'll just halt here for a while, for Juan and the Don may come a long in pursuit, and I can chip in if needed," he s-:t.id. So h e waited for an h ou r or more, and then, as no one appeared, began to rid e along toward the old mi ssio n. He had gone about a mile. when his pony, which he had named Scamp, pricked up hi s ea rs. "Some one i s coming-yes, I hear h oofs, and they are in a hurry, and more than one." The next moment there dashed into sight four masked men. They were riding hard, and their horses showed that th e y h ad been k ept at a speedy gait for some distance. "The Don and his imps-masks don't fool me a little bit," muttered the youth. A moment more and they had halted, while one called out: "Ho, Wild Kid, did you see two men pass along this trail?" "Yes, Don Trego One was Panama, and the other was a large, splendidl ook ing man." "You call me Don ?" "Yes, for I'm onto you, and Juan and the two Cop pers. Masks don't go with me, Don Trego, and I didn't know you sported them. Thought only bad men did that." "\Ve had a purpose for wearing thet"n, for that fine looking man you speak of has killed t wo men at my ranch and has Panama a prisoner." "Pan did lo ok tied up. "How far ahead of u s are they, Kiel?" "Well, I should say too far for you to catch them, for it's been over an hour since I met them, and the big man was pushing his hoofs for all t h ey were worth." "C aramba !" ejaculated the D on, and Juan echoed the oath whi l e Wild Kid said innocentl v : -"If it is s o important for you to him, Don, I'll l end you my pony, for h e's fresh, and your horse could never do it 'vVe took the wrong trail, and had to cross from the other one to this, and have pushed our h orses too hard. "Juan, we must give it up. for rea c h El Monte before w e cou l d head them off. Bu t yo u \Vilcl Kiel, can do something for me if you will, said the Don

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20 THE BUFFALO BILL STO RIE5. "You bet I will, for I have not forgotten the good :;uppers the senora gave me when I stopped at your ranch, Don." "All right. Come when you will, for you are we!come. "In fact, Wild R:id, I'm anxious to have a talk with yo u some time, for there is money in it for both of us. "Don't forget me in the deal, Don. But what can I do for you now ?" "Go on to El Monte and tell Brimstone Bill that Buf falo Bill, the great scout of the Northwest, is the man that has Panama a prisoner, and that he is not Fred Williams, as he calls hims elf." "Gee! but I'd like to see Buffalo Bill!" cried the boy, with enthusiasm. "You clid see him, for be was the on e you m e t with Panama. ''But h ow was I to know it then?" "Weil. you'll see him at El Monte, and you tell Brim stone Bill that I you to say that Buffalo Bill stopped at my ranch last night, as did Panama, Mustang Matt and Half-Breed Jose. "They had a row of some kind to settle, and Buffalo Bill killed l\fott and Jose, and took Panarna a prisoner. "Of course, as I knew Buffalo Bill was a Government officer, I could do nothing, but you tell Brimstone who he is, and that he is in this co1mtry for scalps, b11t to keep it dark, for if they don't know who he is t he y won't know him as an officer of the army, and so ii Fred Williams gets ki!led it will be his own fault for uot saying who he was. "Do you understand, Kid?" "You bet I do, and I'll tell Bill." ''All but remember you tell no one else but Brim stone Birr that I sent you." ''No one else but :3ill, Don?" "Well, if yo u have any big news to rep o rt co me out to-morrow or n ex t day to the Mission Ran. ch and let me hear it, for you will not forget it." "You, bet I won't," and, wheeling his p9ny, Wild Kie!, dashed back on the trail in a sweeping gallop. CHAPTER xxn. THE THREAT. Wild Kid's expression would not have pleased the Don, could h e have see n it, as he rod.e back on the trail. The youth kept up his rapid pace as long as he was in sight of the Don and those with him, and then drew rein, going at a walk. When he reach ed the hills he h alted and waited. He wished to see if the Don would change J1is mind and go on to El Monte himself, or send Juan. But. he soon felt convinced that he had l eft the mis sion wholly in his h ands Then he mounted and rode slow l y away to the right, muttering to him self: "Well it's about time I had something to eat, for y e ste rday's dinner was my last wrestle with grub. "Now I'm glad I headed that gan g off, for they'd have seen that th e trail they were on led to the fort and g ues sed why, and maybe they conld hav e headed Buffalo Bill off '1. somewhere by hard riding, k n owing the country as they do. ow I'll go to Ranch Lookout and tell Rico and Sabl e just wh_at has hzppened, and when I've made up for lost time in eating, I'll mount Skip and make for El Monte to tell Brimstone Bill. "Oh yes; I'll t ell him all the Don me, but in my own way, and I know a Bill I'll tell in the right way." \ i\'ith this h e urge d hi s pony into a canter and kept him at it mile after mile. At last he turned from the prairie toward a wooded ridge, and just after noon came upon a lit tle house nest ling away un d er a cliff that ended abruptly at the prairie that spre<'!d out like the ocean from its base. There was a log cabin of two rooms, stoutly built, ancl with a stockade corral behind it. A spring flowed out of the cliff, and had been turned to run through the corral, which was a couple of acres; in size. Along the front of th e house was a brush shelter form ing a piazza and from there the countrv a round could be seen from three sides fo1: miles. On the prairie the other side of the ridge were a herd 0 of a couple of hundred cattle feed ing and two doze\1 or. more ponies. .Lying before the door of the cabin was a huge dog, that arose as the youth rode up while upon the cliff, fifty ieet above the littl e h ome, was a match for the savage Lrute below : The latt e r seemed to be on watch for he kept his eyes continually roving around the country, and though the c ome along the base of the range, the point of l oo kout had enab l ed him to see him when a lon g dis tance off. ' Ho, Catchem, v.r here are Rico and Sable?" said \Vile! Kid, as he dismounted at the corral gate. But as he spo ke a dark-faced, slen
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1'HE BU f f ALO BILL 21 "I'm going to El Monte to-night, so they can find me if I'm wanted, Rico." "I told them that you were away, had gone to Hacienda del Norte day before yesterday, with some ponies to sell, and should 11ave been back last night; but that if you had met the Senorita Brasher and rescued her from kid.: napers it was no sham rescue, as I would vouch for." ''What did they say then?" "That they wanted yen to know they were aware of vour trick to win favor with the senorita and her father, they would drop the matter with a warning that vou would get into trouble if you ever went near Idle iest Ranch, or spoke to her again. "It was Dr. Delmar who did all the talking and threat-. emng. "I thought so; but I should have thought the dead man, El Monte Ed, would prove that it was no sham rescue, as well as Lady Beauty's report of it." "Doc Delmar said no one was killed, that he and his men went to the scene and nobody was there, and that the man fell at your fire, pretending to be shot, while, of course, h e said that I v1as in it with you, and our two ranch pards, Merton Calder and Ham Goldsby." :Rico, I'll tell you now that Texas is not large enough 'for' that Dr. Duke Delmar and me to live in. One of us must quit," said wild Kid, with deep feeling. CHAPTER XXIII. ABOUT EL MONTE AND ITS PEOPLE. Ere more was said between wild Kiel and the young Mexican, a negro youth came from behind the cabin, whence an odor 'of broiling venison and coffee had beer! wafted for some time. The ne g ro was of s tout build, had an intensely black face, teeth as white as milk and large, expressive eyes. Be was of stout build, and seemed fond of dress, for he wore a Mexica n jacket, buckskin leggings, stuck in top boots, and a sombrero embroidered in silver, and with a stuffed rattlesnake around it as a cord. "Lor', Mars Kiel, I mor'n glad to see you back, for we was beginnin' ter worry 'bout yer. "But dinn er is all ready, and I guesses you is hungry, so come right along, for I knows senor is ready and I allers is." Wild Kiel grasped the hand of the negro boy and they went to a sheltered nook behind the cabin and under the cliff, where a fire burned, and a rude table and seats were set beneath a shelter. Wild Kiel needed 110 urging to eat, and the appetite ..-he had brought with him was a surprise to both Rico Sanchez and Sable. But provisions were plentiful in Lookout Ranch, and Sable was only too glad to see Wild Kid eat, helping him bountifully. The story of the youth's adventl!res. from his returning from the Hacienda del Norte, and rescue of l\1arie Brasher, fil his l eaving the Don and his party, whom he had turned back from the pursuit of Buffalo Bill, was all told to his Mexica n and negro pards, the two listen-ing with the deepest interest. "\i\l ell, Kid, yo u have had a time of it, and I only wish I had been along, for I would so have liked to see Bi.:falo Bill, whom you have served so well, and of whom I have heard so much." "Y on'll see him before long, Rico, for he will come by here with me clay after to-morrow, when I meet him." "But do you really intend to go to El Monte to-night, Kid?" "Yes." "Better not, Mars' Kid, for I recomember what elem fellers is there-I doesn't like 'em a little tiny bit; and they don't like you." ''That's all right, Sable, but I wish to go particularly, 1.o get on the trail of certain things I have in mind, and which I'll call on all of you to help. me in when I am ready to act." "I had better go to El Monte with you, Kid." "No, Rico, it will be b est for me to go alone, espe cially as I bear a message from Don Trego to Brimstone Bill, and I'll start pretty soon." Ten minutes after, mounted up o n a fresh pony, and one equally as good as Scamp, he started off on his ride of twenty-five miles to El l\fo nte, the settlement made up of a few stores, a couple of blacksmith and wagon repair fhops, a dozen drinking and gambling saloons, a com bined schoolhouse, courtroo1 11, church and public hall, which had been the scene of deadly encounters, with a score of logcabin houses and an alleged hotel. The regular dwellers in El J\fonte numb e red some three hundred souls, the "floating population," of wagon train people, emigrants passing through, ranchers and cow boys, with a mingling of itinerant gamblers and fugitives from justice more than dqubling the number of those who were proud to call themselves El Monteites. \i\T ith half a 'hundred ranches within a radius oi as many miles, and employing from two to twenty cowboys tach, El Monte had a large number to draw upon in the ,vay of frequenters of its saloons, and they were wont to make things lively there at times, and keep the place ''on the jump, so to speak, fr om noon un ti l daybreak. It was Wild Kiel's wish to reach El J\fonte after night fall. He considered it safer, as just then he was anxious to avoid trouble He was never before afraid to go there at any time. for Wild Kid was not one to avoid danger, and he had made his mark even in such a community as that of El Monte Who the boy 'was no one there knew, and he often said that h e did not himself know; that he was a product oi the prairie, lik e a weed, and just grew, but whethe r he told the truth in this nobody could say . He had been known in El Monte for fonr years, stop p ing there with a number of people from a wag-on train that had been terribly cut up in a fight with Indians. The boy wrote a good hand, was bright, quiet, and got work in the hotel as clerk, being cashier of a gamb ling saloon at night. His first display of "border talent" had b een when a couple of roughs tried to rob him and h e shot one dead and h eld the other up, the Vigilantes hanging him an h our after. Then h e had distinguished himself by taking the part of Sable, the negro boy, whom some desperadoes were to rturin g for fun, and in the stand-u p fight that followed

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THE BU ff /\LO BILL S T ORIES boy won the admiration of all by his nerve and deadly aim. On another occasion he took sides with two youths, Merton Calder, and Ham Goldsby, who had come to T exas to seek a fortune, and he help ed them out of a very ugly scrape, as afterward he aided Henrico San chez, whom he called Rico. Giving up his clerkship, he had gone off beyond the border of the settlement proper and started a ranch, ;vith Rico Sanchez and the negro Sable as his pards, and he had prospered. Thrice had he warned the settlement of a ra id by the Renegades of the Rio Grande, and again saved the ranches from being surprised by Indians, for he was constantly on the trail, being a dev oted hunter of large g ame. Ever r eady with his rev o lver. if impos e d on, fl sure wi nner if he gambled, utterly fearl ess, suspected of many crimes he was guiltless of, Wild Ki
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t'HE BU ff ALO BILL STORIES. 23 He was the most dreaded rt1an in the settlement, and one who \Vas a dead shot and full of nerve. When Wild Kid caught sight of him, he walked 5traight up to him and said in a low tone. 'Tve got a message for you, Brimstone Bill." The man had never liked the youth, and he now said with a s neer : "From my friend Eel whom you claim to have killed I s'pose ?" 1'\o it i s from rnur friends 1\Iustang .\llatt and HalfBreed 1Jose,' was the cool reply, and the boy looked quickly from the face of Brimstone Bill to that of Dr. Delmar. He saw the start of the former and the quick look that Dr. Delmar gave, followed by a sign that no one else caught. 'All right. young feller, I takes mighty lcctlc stock in you, but if my pards has sent you lo me I'll hear what yer has ter say. "I don't ask you lo take any stock in me, Brimstone Bill, and don't care for your lov e or hatred ; but I sent lo you, and if you care to hear wiiat I haYe to say YO". n fe>llow me outside." ''I'll get yer ," and another strange look pass eel bet ween Brimstone Bill and Dr. Delmar, the latter nrging the man to go, as Wild Kid interpreted it. "Do not go, Senor Beel, for he weel you assassir:ate calle d out Captain :\liguel l\Iunoz, in a tone that all hcarcl, an d a silence followed word!'. Instantly \i\:ild Kid faced him, RllCI said : "El Capitah, none but a coward would give. s uch an insult." The ivlexican sprang to his feet, drawing a weapon as he did so. and, with a savage oath, upsetting the table and spilling the money, while the crowd scattered in ar dir ec tions out of the lin e of fire. \i\Tild Kid did not move, and even at such a moment he seemed to sec the ridiculous side of the affair in the men tt.1mbling over each other, and laughed. But, as the Mexican got to his feet, revolver in hand, \Yild Kid hacl his weapon ready, and seeing that the man intended to kill him, he touched the trigger a second in advance of his foe. It was enough, for it saved his life, his shot striking the Mexican in the left side, while the latter's bullet cut throngh the rim of \Viki Kiel's hat Dr. Delmar caught the :\Icxica n in his arms as he stag gered back, and cried : --''You have clone for him, boy. I'll see you later." Ag-atn came the boy's reckless laugh, and then the words : "So y,pu said before. Doc No time like the present." whatever Dr. Delmar would have clone, a quickly wlii s yrxed word from Brimstone Bill checked him, and he called for aid to carry the vvoum :lecl Mexican to his room in the Lone Star Hotel. Wild Kid had replaced his w e apon. but stood his ground, until Brimstone Bill grasped him by the arm and whispered: "Come with me, boy, or the Vigilantes will hang yer u p." "No; Vigil:mtes may make mistakes now and then, but they won't hang a boy for a killing a man who insulted him, and fought a fai r stand-up fight." "He did start it, that's a fact. But yer wants te.r see me, yer said?" and Brimstone Bill seemed a trifle nervous. As \i\Tild Kiel moved tm,varcl the door some one shouted out that he had only defended himself, and called for a cheer, and Brimstone Bill join e d in the rousing shout that foI!owed. "Now, boy pard, what bas yer from Mustang Matt and Half-Breed Jose for 1 'e ?" asked Brimstone Bill, as the two walked away out of earshot from any one nearby. "Don Trego sent me to tell you that they were both dead." Tl1e man almost staggered under the blow, and cried, in a hoarse voice: "\Vhat kilt 'em?" ''Buffalo Bill, the great scout of the Xorthwest," was the quiet response of the boy CHAPTER XXVI. \\'JLJ) j(li) LEARNS SO)IETIII:t\G. The words or the youth seemed to impress Brimstone Dill stnc ngcly, for he muttered. to himself over and over: "Dead!" and .vla.t knew the: secret only. I've been a foo l for E l Monte Ed is d ead!" "Yes, Brimstone B ill. I killed El Monte Ed, as you know; but he was masked, as were also Matt and Jose, and all I saw were three men \\ith their hands on Laclv Be<:>uty, rn I acted just as you would have clone if you hacl 11ot'then known how it all was, and was not in the secret of who they were, and supposed they were raiders from over the Rio Grande. "Ent when I saw who El -:\lonte Eel was, then I did not unclerstanJ just what to do, after seeing Lady Beauty home, I can;e back to take their trail, thinking from all I knew, they had gone to the Mission Ranch. "And they had, and Panama too, and they found there Buffalo Bill, and he was on his way to El Monte." ''Coming here?" crie d Brimstone Bill, in alarm. "Yes," and in the same manner, feeling his way for points and trying to trap Brimstone Bi ll, Wild Kid continued: "They planned-Panama, Matt and Jose-to clown Buffalo Eill, whom they had not seen, but they knew he was there 'You see, Panama, who hacl 'been a soldier in the Northwest, r e cognized him, and they planned to catch him <>sleep; but he didn't sleep, a-nd saw them coming, so killed Matt and Jose, and took Panama alive." "The deuce he did 1 would not believe any man alive, not even Buffalo Hill, could get the best of those three men," and in his excitement Brimstone Bill had dropped his dialect and incorrect way of speaking. "Well, he did, and he's gone off with Panama to the fort.'' ''My God! can he not be headed?" for I tracked him, and he's there now "And he'll come back with a troop of cavalry to ba c k him?" "No, I guess not, for, you see, );le goes as Fred W il liams. and was only recognized by Panama.

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THE BU ff ALO BILL STORIES.. "He has come here on some secret service, and. will come into El Monte alone, you bet!" "Then he goes under right here, for we can fix it." "You see 1 was with the Don, Juan. and the peons on his trail, and the Don sent me on to tell you "But Major Brashe r and Doc Delmar were hunting me, so I had to keep in hiding and was late; but I determined t o put you en your guard against Buffalo .Bill, as the D<;m ask e d me to do, so I braved with the Doc and cam e h e re t o -ni g ht, and yet I g nto it with both feet, for I cou l d not let Captain 1 1unoz say what he did to me, and he did not know I was one of you, I g u'ess, or Doc Del mar, either, and he says he's got to s e t t le with me after a while." "No, he won't, for I'll go right in and have a talk with him, <.ncl tell him you conic fro m the Don, who vouches for you." "I guess the Doc would to have a talk with yuu, for we want you, boy, and we didn t jst know how to.tak.e you and your gang." "\Vhat made the Doc say that was a fake rescue of Lady Beauty, and cart El Mont13' s b o dy off to prove it?" "' "Had to, i \iild Kid, had to; but the D o c didn t think you couid be tru:.;ted then, you se e ." "Well, I can "I sh o uld think so; but I'il go in and s ee D oc Deirn:ir and tell him the news you bring, for he kn o ws Buffalo Bill, as I do, and we don't want to se c him until we know just what to do." "Well, y ou just tell Doc Delm a r, i f h e s got anythi11e; against me, I'm in the Gold M in e salo o n and w e c a n !a i t out; but I'm not going to let hift! or any other man me up for a fool." "You bet you won't, b oy p ard; but J '11 fix it and l guess the Doc will want to s e e y o u. Lord y h o w y o u did scatter the money in y o nder, and c all o n E l C:ip!tan to hand you his chips-for I gues s h e's c as hed 'cm in. "But I'!! s e e t h e D oc, but don' t get int o ano th e r rov : for we n ee d you Nile! Kid "All ri g ht.''' and w hil e B ill I P s t enecl to t he L o n e Star, vVilcl Kid sa n nt e r ed i n to the G o l d l\Iine, where ail v : as in full swing once as a t r age d y in th eir midst mad e but little impre s s i o n o:i t h e m e n gath e r e d there. "I gne s s I've learned something, and I'm on the trail to l earn more ,'' muttered \Vilcl Kid as he enter e d the s a l oon where he was g r e et e d with a s h out l J y so me of his ad mi r ers and a scowl by those Y r ho did not like him. r CHAPTER XXVII. T H E DYING MEXICAN. Refus:ng a score of invitations to "take some t hin g ," for Wild Kid never drank anything, never t ouch e d tp bacco or uttere d an oath, in spite of his wild life, he walked up to a table where a half dozen men were gam bling heavily, and took a seat that gave him equal command of the two d oors in case Dr. Delmar should return to carry out his threat to "see him later." He had not b e en t here very long before Brirn s tope Biil entered hastily, and called out: / "Here, boy pard, I want you. gents, thi ,hain't no fight, but business, for a dying man has got something to say to the Wild Kid." The crowd seemed disappointed, while Wild Kid walked quickly to the doo r and j oined Brimstone Bill, who said ; "I has seen Doc De lmar and it's all right." "He wants to talk with yo u tater, Kid; but just now E l Capitan is crowdi n along on his last t r ail, and he has got someth ing to say te r yer, he says, and there's no time ter lose. "Yer, see, I thought he wanted ter kill yer, but he hain't !'ot er weapon, and it's som ething he wants ter git off l11s miicl. s o as ter let him lie easy in tl1er gra ve B rimstone Bill had hastened \Vild Kid a long to the ro o m wh e re El C apitan had been taken, and there lay the dying l\1exican upoa a cot. Dr. Duke Delmar, the l ancllorcl and hi s wife, by his side. As the two entered the room Brimstone Bill called out che crilv: ''Hoicl on, EI Capitan, he's here." The : Mexican muttered a prayer in Spanish, and Dr. Delmar stepped forward, :rnd extending his hand said in a low tone: "It's all right between us, Wiid Kiel; we are pa,rcls. "If you say so," was vVilcl Kid's res p o n se, and :nstant he stood by the man whom his bull e t h:id brought clown The pallor 0 death ; v as already cre eping over the face of Mi g uel Munoz, and he said, as he raised hi s h a nd with an eff ort: "I i t upon m y self V.fild Kid, and I forgi v e y0c1, as I hope y o n will fdrgiv e me, for I m eant to kill you I had a reas o n more than others k:1 ew "Don't mention it, senor, for I n e ver hold ill will-you pla ye d y our c a r c l. a n d I held a winning h a nd. ''What ca n i L i o fo r y o u ? 'I wi s h to be alo ne w ith iiO l1." Dr. D c b 'ar led ail from the roo m, and, seated by the cot t he y"uth b eard wha t the i\1c -ica n l ia d t o t e ll. 1 t was a long story o f of a n1a l 1Jorn to riches and go'.)d na11e, who had gon e wron g b e c a use he lost t he v;cr;1an he had l mc d. :me.\ \\ h o iiacl s o ught t o kill riv;.i.L : n 1 Aiaeric:m cf.G.ccr. \'1ho n:arri c d t h e fa i r c an, w ho b::cl h im, her cons iiJ. M i\Iu n o z D i smisse d fr on; the army, i :c ha d ;on e from b ad to w o:sc \1nti l he: h::-,d b e c ome an out i a w and \\ra s the n c hief o f the 1\Icxi Gm of tf1e Renegades of th e Rio Gr a nde. 'Bu t h a d :.ought r eve n g e upon hi s rinl throug h his son, wh o had b ee n kitlP..ap e d in y o uth discove red a fter yc::!r s to fine\ hi s mother de acl a nd to b e told also that his A me rican father had cruelly d ese rted his Mexican wifo._ B ut Migue l lfm1oz h a d n o t t h e n ende d hi s reYenge, for tbc b o y taking his m o th e r's name had b een falsl y ac cu se d oi cri me of which he ( Munoz) wa s g u i lty and he b a d been to fly from Mexico . Tha t b oy was then with Wild Kid, known as Henrico and the c o nfession of :rviiguel M unoz, with the proof:; he would give v\ii l d Kid, would e nable the young man to return to Mexico and claim hi s just inhe ritance. But th e re was m o re to t e il, and that was that the Ameri can officer had not d e s erted his Mexi c an wife, but had be e n led to believe that she had deser t ed him, all through the plotting of Miguel Munoz, and that he had learned of her death and soon after married an America n lady

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B u t M i gue l s t ill dogged him w it h h i s r eve n g e for t h e two chil d r e n of t h e America n officer by h i s se c on d marriage had be e n kidnaped fro m a fort on the Rio Grande, and the so r row ing parents had n eve r been a ble t o find them since, nor co ul d M u noz g i ve a ny cle w to t h e m or tfieir fa t e . Suc h w a s t he confessio n of t h e dying Mexi can, and Wild K i d promi s e d that h e vvoul d seek t he Ame ri can off i c er, t hen a co l o n e l in t h e Uni ted State:; army, and sta tioned in t he Nort hwe s t and p l ace b efor e h im the pape r s an d proo f s of the sto r y to l d1 and a l so l e t Henric o S anch e s k now of the fortune i n sto're for him Calling Dr. Delma r a n d the ot h ers i nto the room, Wild K iel resumed his seat b y th e d y ing man, and there r emained until th e spark of life h ad flut t ere d away into b oundless spa ce. CHAPT E R XXVIII. T H E MEETIN G If \iV ild K id w as i mpressed by the r emarbbl e sc e ne th rough which h e h a d pass e d with the man h e had kill ed h :c:: fa c e d id n ot sho w it Then r e st e d u pon h is co u n t e nance the sam e d e t er mi ne d, reck l ess half-b ii.l .;r l oo k natural to him and ht; turne d from the de ad Mexica n t o h av e a ta l k w i t h Dr. Delm ar. \ V i t h t h e latt e r h e fe l t hi s wa y a s ckv erly as he had with Bri m ston e Bill a n d fro m wh a t he g o t o u t of t h e l atter, t h e n the dying M e x i can and l a s t from Dr. Delmar h e felt that he h a d m ate r i al eno u g h to act upon and act he woul d He fir s t exp res s e d his del:ermination t o rctu 'rn to the Don, a c c o rdi1'lg to p rom ise and tell what h e had d one a s requ este d a n d b ea r b a c k the new s of w h a t t he d octo r ; rn d Brim s ton e Bill i nte n ded t o do a s re gard s Buffal o Bill s c o ming to El Monte A long t alk wa s h e ld, and the n Dr. D e lmar sa i d : "Tell the D on of t h e death o f Mun oz a nd how the kill i n g o f El l\f onte Ed. Mustang Matt and Half-B1 eed Jose, and th e capture o f Panama c ut u s clo wn to hi m sel f Jua n, and the peon s at the old mis sion B rims t o n e Bil!-fom m e n h e r e a n d m ys e lf in El Mo nt e a nd yo n \i\Tild Kiel, fo'r I do not SUF>O s e we can c o unt on Sanc h ez, now h e i s an h e ir a nd there i s no t ime for you to g et Calder and G o l dsby t o h e lp u s ''But D:irnst one a n d his rne n will g o w it h me to he a d off Ru ff alo Bill o n hi s return fro m th e fort, a n d we w ill ar.i bu s h him in B lac k Rock C a 1 w o11. "If w e mi s s him, w hv w e come o n to El M-on te and the Don and J n a n and yo u must me e t us he re t w o nig-ht s hc:1 c e a nd we'll s h ow t h a t the gre a t scou t ca n be k ilicd a s ea s ily a s an y oth e r man 'Now, vo u wiil start b;:ick t o -n i g ht, o f c ours e ?" Yes D o c D e l m a r, at o n ce; and if Rico Sanch e z does no t get the big h ead when he h e ars o f his fortune he'll come with m e r ea dy for b u siness. If you don' t dow n Buffalo Bill on the trail a t Bla c k Rock, why, i t can be d one i n Ei Monte "It m u st be for th a t man knows e n o u g h t o han g half of the men in E l monte," w a s t h e e mphatic r e pl y h H alf an ho u r after, having ha d a m idn ight su p p er and "'t w it h h i s po n y well res t e d, Wil d Kid w a s d a shing along dire c t l y for hi s r anch He arrived b e for e daw n h is advent bei n g s ignal e d by the barking o f the two clogs. .What h e h a d to s a y w as the ca u se o f th ree horsem e n d as hing a way fr o m L o o kout Ranch in the earl y gray of d awn, l eav in g t he clogs onl y in c harge, for t he three wer e wild Ki d Henrico Sanch e z and Sab l e There w a s a J e d horse along, a sple ndid animal, who carri ed not even a sadd l e The rid e vvas a hard o ne, n o h a lt b eing made, and seve r al hours after sunri se t h ey had x:idden twent y -five miles and drew rein at a seclude d spo t on the trail from Fon R io to El M o nt e There the h o r se s w e re strip p e d o f th eir saddl e s, as so o n as vVild Kid had clo se l y exam in ed the trail and the party parto o k of a c o ld breakfas t Hardly had they finished w h e n h oo f falls w e re heard, a nd s oon after a hors e m a n ap p eared in sight, riding at a cante r. lt. w a s Buffa l o B ill. H e w a s r eady to :fig h t th e i nstant he cau ght sight of the thre.:: yo u t hs, but, r ecog:1i z in g \Vild Ki d h e cam e o n. 'Tm b ehind ti m e wild Kid, for I w a s d elaye d b y a bru s h with reds k ins a few miles back; but th i s is n o t wh e r e yo u were t o JY.ee t me ?'' "lt's a b e tt e r place as six men are ly ing in amb u s h fo r you a t B l ac k R oc k Can y o n, h a lf a d o zen miles ahea d. B u t I'v e g o t l ots to tel l you, a s son n as yo u know th a t this i s my l\Icxic:::.n p arcl, H enrico Sanchez, and t hi s i s Sable, th e bos s o f all the d::r kies I eve r crossed t h e trail of. V v e are h er e to fig ht it out wit h yo u if yo u say th e word, or to d o just as yo u think bes t for w e are in it to s t a y Bu f falo Biil s m i l ed, sho o k hand s y 1 ith t he young Mexi can and Sabl e a n d said : ' I t h ink it is for y o u to say, Wild Kid, from all I h ave t hus far seen of you o w what i s t he r a ck e t ? spit it out a n d I'll kno w wha t to d o ," a nd the four sat do w n for a tdk. CHAPTER XXI X. T H E FIGHT TO TUE I'IN lSII. B uff alo Bill i i ste n e d atten t ive l y t o the w h o l e s tory vVilcl Kid h a d t o tell, of his me et in g wi t h D on T r ego and hi s p art_v, an d h ow h e h a d pla ye d his ca rds ; c f the v i sit to hi s r a n c h a n d ri d e to E l I\Io nte ; o f the du e l w it h Ca p tain l\l igu e l M u noz, the d ying conf e s s i o n and his ta lk with B r imsto ne Biil and Dr. D elma r, endin g v;i th : 'Now I to l d you, C hi ef Cody, n o t t o trust Dr. D e l mar, and I m e a n t i t for I've long had an i dea h e was pl a ying a doubl e g ame, thou g h I could not spot him "The major i s n o t bad, I t hink, bu t the Doc has a pull o n h im of so me kind, to make h im do as h e says. "Dr. De l ma r, in m y opin i on, i s c h i e f of t he A me ri can band of R e n e gades o f th e Ri o G r ande, w i th B rim stone B ill as h i s right hand. ma n Do n Trego a n d h is g a n g as allies, an d fou r me n in E l Mon te a s m e mb e rs, Pa.41a m a being secure d and El M on t e Ed, Mustang Matt, and H alf B reed J o s e having p as sed in their chips. T h e Doc Bnmsto n e Bill, and four oth er s are la ying for you a nd if t hey mis s yo u th e D o n and his gang are

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26 THE BU ff ALO BILL STORIES. to meet them in El Monte and do you up there, so my idea is that you go home with us, send Sable here on t 1is led horse to the fort for a troop to come to El Monte, arriving at a certain time. We will all be on hand to go in with them and bag the game." "Right you are, Wild Kid, and I'll write a note at once for Sab le to carry to Colonel Gibb o ns at Fort Rio; th e n we1ll meet the troop and just tak e El Monte in to-morrow night." The note was written, Sable saddled up the led horse, and with his ow n following for a chan ge, st a rted with all speed for Fort Rio. After his departure the scout and his two boy backers mounted, and und e r the guidance of Wild Kid they started for Lookout Ranch. Leaving the hills, they were crossing prairie, when suddenly they saw a party of horsemen dash over a ri se Both parties halt e d, and Wild Kid said, cooll y : "It's all up, for it's Doc Delmar and his gang, six of them, and they see us." "They w e re late in getting into Black Rock, which lies four miles west of them." "Then it's a fight at two to one, boys-or is it a race?" asked Buffalo Bill, w ith a smile. "I'd rather fight than run any day," Wild Kid re marked. "I've fought odds a ll m y life Chief said Henrico San chez. "We ll, the n young pard s we'll make forts of our hors e s and fight it out. H e r e the y come!" With a w o rd and a touch on the l eg s, Buffalo Bill 's hors e dropp e d down flat on t h e prairie, he h a ving left hi s pack an i mal at Fort Rio, as his b a se of op e rati o ns The p onie s of the two bo y r a n ge rs obe y e d the comman d of the ir rid e r s a nd lay do w n al so and the thre e dropped li e hind t h e h o r ses res tin g th e ir rifl es ov e r the ir saddles, for th e s i x me n we r e co min g rap idl y forward now, hav in g r ecognize d Buffalo B ill and al so that, as they meant to fig h t, Wild K id h a d trappe d them. B u ffa l o B ill was up o n the right, Henrico Sanchez n ext t o him a n d W ild Kid on the l e ft, as the y waited their coming foes, t w o to on e aga inst them. T h e attac king party began to fire at long range, their rifles, how e v e r d o ing no da m age but wh e n Buffalo Bill l eve l ed his w e apon he s a id, qui e tl y : "'I 'll reduce the majority, boy s With tl(ie cra c k of his rifle Brimstone Bill fell from his S
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THE BUFF /\LO BILL STORR ES. 27 Captain Plu mmer and Buffalo Bill were glad to learn these facts, as Major Brasher had once been an honored officer of the army. From the Delmar ranch they rode over to Idlerest, Wild Kid acting as guide. It was a surprise to Major Brasher, his wife and Lady Beauty, when they saw Wild Kid coming to the ranch, accompanied by the splend id-l ooking scou t and an army officer They were in ign orance of the happenings of the past forty-eight hours, and the major looked suspiciously at Wild Kid, while both Mrs. Brasher and :tllarie stepped forward and greeted him warmly. Nothing abashed, Vlild Kid did the "introd u ction act," as he called it, and p res ented Captain Plummer and Buffalo Bill to the major and the ladies . Buffalo Bill was well known to all by name, while Captain Plummer was known to be a distinguished young officer at Fort Rio, so they received a warm welcome It fell upon Captain Plummer to tell of the late happen in gs, and all noticed the start of pleasure Major Brasher gave as he was informed of the death of Dr. Delmar As for Marie, she did not change cotmtenance-a proof that she was not in love with the wicked man. That it was Dr. Delmar who had planned the kidnap ing of Marie, to force her into a se cret marriage with him, came out, and also that the proofs existed of the major's havin g killed the man he had slain purely iri self-defense. it was Buff a lo Bill's time to say a word, and he r eported that he had letters to the major and also to Dr. Delmar-that he had come to Texas upon a double mis sion, one being to track certain deserters from the army guilty of other crimes, and that in Panama, Brimstone Bill, and Mustang Matt he had found the men he sought. His other mission was to look up the children of Cap tain Kidd Poisal, stolen in their yo unger years. One of them he was sure he had found, from all he could learn of him and his past, in the waif of the prairies, known as Wild Kid, the Texan Terror. The girl he had yet to discover. With a glance at his wife, Major Brasher the11 spoke : "I must tell the truth, sir, for the daughter 'of Colonel Kidd Poisal is before you, in this young lady, supposed to be our own child. We bought her from a Mexican woma'.n when she was a very little girl. She had a littl e brother, as we then knew, but we took only the girl, and now a resemblance that has often struck u s is explained, for Wild Kid, there, is" Marie's brother, beyond a doubt Jt would be hard to tell of what followed, all being ex cited save Wild Kid, who presently remarked: "If Colonel K" d Poisal was the father of Lady Beauty and myself, then Rico is our half-brother, for bi's father bore the same name and was first married to a Mexican lady, Senorita Rita Sanchez, as Captain Miguel Munoz t old me in his dying confession. "We are getting located and labeled all around, but, much as I like Sable, I'll draw the line at having him tabbed as one of the family, and I guess Lady Beauty and Rico are with me there." It was not hard to induce the party to r emain all night at Idlerest Ranch, and a very pleasant evening was spent, the sister arid two brothers, so strange ly met, getting ac quaint ed, while handslilme and young Captain Plummer 11as congratulating himself that the Boy Rangers were really the brothers of the beautiful "Belle Marie." The next morning the party of men all rode to El Monte, and the sto r y of the doctor's double life and the fate of the Renegades of the Rio Grande became known. El Monte at once put on an air of virtue, and, when th e troop, under Captain Plumme r, started for the fort, there was talk of sending for a parson to come and do missionary work there. As Henrico Sanchez was in no hurry to claim his tune, he consented to return to the Northwest with Buf fa.lo Bill and Wild Kid, and the th r ee set off together one fine morning. There at the fort, wher e Bffalo Bill was chief of scouts, the boys found their father, colonel commanding, and he was, in truth, very much pleased to hear Cody's goo d story of them, and said, upon their retu,rn, he w o uld go with them to Texas. This h e d id, and the m eet ing b etwee n father and daughter was, as we may well infer, an affecting one, and it was decided, as th e colonel a man of ample means, that Marie should .remain at Idlerest Ranch until he had gone East and found a home for them all, as he intended to re tire from the service and enjoy his l ater years in the so ciety of the children from whom a crnel fate had so long kept him apart. while he went East, Kid Poisal, Jr., as we must now call wild Kid, and Henrico Poisal w en t to Mexico to gether, where the later received his inheritance without a word being raised against it. So it was that a year after the meeting 6f Buffalo Bill and his Boy Rangers, the scout again crossed their trail, this time in the elegant home in the East of Colonel Poi sal, to wh i ch the great scout had been invited as a special guest for an especia l occasion-which was the marriage of Belle Marie to Captain Plummer. As for the two youths, they had given up their w ild l ife, and, with Sable for a valet to both, they were content to live a quiet but emi n ent l y u seful existence in the E ast, few who knew them ever dreaming of the eventful career they had led in the Lone Star State in years gone by THE END. Next week's issue (No. 82) will cont ain ''Buffalo Bill's Water Trail; or, Foiling the Mexican Bandit." The scout trailed an o utlaw by water. If you want to know how did it read next week's i ssue . :YOU will find it one of the finest stories you ever read

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The No. J Dream Contest ends in this numtier. It has been immensely successful. The names of prize-winners will be announced in three weeks. A new one begins this week. For rules and list of prizes, see page 3J. Incriminating Evidence. (By J. W. Walker,. Race Pond, Ga.) The dream which I shall attempt to record occurred about two years ago. At that time I was studying teleg raphy under a friend of mine, who was agent for the Cen tral of Georgia Railway in a small North Georgia town. As winter was drawing near, I purchased a couple of suits of heavy winter underwear. I was highly pleased with them. They were of a kind of dull pearl-gray shade, artistically stitched with pink silk floss. But to l'ny disap pointment, when I tried them on they were entirely too small to be worn by me with any degree of comfort. I had retired after the first day's wear and fell asleep while trying to thin1{ up some plan to dispose of them to some of the darkies living in the village, when I had the following dream: I dreamed that I was in a nearby city, ,and that for some offense, which I could not in my dream recall; the police were after me. Upon finding that I was shadowed by the police I decided to skip, if possible, and get out of the city arrd catch my train at a small station some two miles away. I l).ad almost reached the corporate limits of the city and was already congratulating myself upon giv.ing them the slip when two cops walked hurriedly ot from a cross street just ahead of me and made directly for me. There was no mistaking that I was the man they were after. I saw it was impossible to elude them, so I de cided to show a bold ftont and try my hand at bluffing. When they came up and asked me if I wasn't Mr. So and-So-giving my correct name--I denied that I was the man, when one of the officers produced a paper from his pocket and proceeded to read what proved to be a descrip tion of me, which had been furnished at police headquar ters, and a very accurate description it was. It read as follows: "Height, 5 feet II inches; weight, 17 5 pounds ; black hair, ; blue eyes. \Vhen tast seen," continued the descrip tion, "he was wearing a blue serge suit of clothes, a white fedora hat, tan shoes, and a pearl gray undershirt about two sizes too small for him, stitched with pink silk thread." It is useless for me to add that I surrendered without further ado. But there was some consolation in the fact that, although I was arrested, I awoke about this time, which was the only thing under the circumstances that would have saved me from spending the remainder of the night in the "lock-up." A Railroad Dream. (By Leon Zeglio, Galla, N. J.) .. Ou.e nigl:it when I was very tired I went to bed quite early and slept for quite a while when I began to dream. I thought I was on a track, tied down, and a train was coming at full speed, and I could not get away. It seemed as if I was bound to be run over by the train, but just as the train within an or so of me I woke up, and was frightened. I was all 111 a sweat, but I up, dressed, and went downstairs. After reading for a while I went back to bed and went to sleep. Queer Chinese. (By Charles M. Glauner, Lancaster, Pa.) I was lying on a bed near a window. My back was toward the window, but still I could see outside. It was getting dark, but I could dimly see a field of gray clover about three feet high with three men moving around in it. They were not much taller than the clover, and I thought they were Chinese. One of them came close to the window, and said to me: j

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THE BU ff ALO BILL STORIES. "\Vould you l ike to have a. good view of me?" ''Y cs," I answered. So I turned toward him, and suddenly a green light enveloped the field, and where the man was I saw nothing but a human skull. The light vanished and the man was in his place again. ''Well, how do you like that?" he said. "It was all right," I answered, "but I would like to see the whole body He agreed, a11d just as the green light came I awoke. The sun was shining the window, and my father was calling for me to get up. My True Drum. (By Tom Aurand, Allegheny City, Pa.) Some time ago I dreamed I was crossing a mountain in California, to a place called Santa Rosa. and I came across an old stone house, where a couple of old people lived. and, being tired and hungry, I knocked on the door and asked if they would sell me something to eat and a place to sleep, which they said they would While waiting for my supper the old haggard asked me to turn the grindstone, and I said I would So he took an old, rusty knife and we went to an old shed and started to grind the knife, and every once in a while he would look at me and say: 'It is getting pretty sharp." At las t it s e emed to be sharp enough. Then we went to the house and ate our supper. Then they showed me to a bed. I was in an old room at the top of the house, and I thought J took my money to hide it, for I thought I had pockets foll of and silver, when suddenly I heard the stairs squeaking and two old voices one asking the other if he was sure I was asleep, and then they would say, "Make no noise." Suddenly the door opened and in stepped the old man with the big knife I ground for him. He made straight for my bed, drawing the big knife up to cut my head off, as I thought, but instead there was a big side of bacon hanging above the bed, and, cutting a piece off they left the room. Just as they went out I heard mother say: "''Fom, get up to bre akfast." Then I awoke All for the Lon o f Anna (By \Vm. Beale Neuer, Indianapolis, Incl.) Her name was Anna, and I loved her with all the in4f\seness of my boyish nature. In some manner my elder brother became of my infatuution, 'and one ""evening jokingly threatened to steal her from me, as he expressed it. I hotly retorted that I would kill any one who would come between A..nna and I, and with my broth ei:'s mocking laugh still ringing in my ears, went upstairs to bed . I lay awake for a long time thinking what I would do if any one would come between her and I. The next thing I remember after going t0 sleep, was of seeing my brother standing beneath one of the shade ttees in our 1ard with Anna folded in loving embrace, while he W.f\S showering loving kisses upon her upturned face, which she earnestly returned. My heart seemed to burst into rlames of hatred toward my brother and sweetheart at the ight, and, with a curse, I rushed to the ho1.1se for some-thing to kill them with I don't remember how I procured them, or how I returned to where my brother and Anna was standing, but the next thing I do remember was of facing them with two keen-edged, long-bladed b u tcher knives in my hands, and was demanding him to t ake one and defend himself. This he refused to do, a nd I shouted:' ''Fig ht for your Ii fe, or I will kill you like a dog "Then I'll die like a dog," he seemed to reply, "for I would sooner die than kill my brother." ''Then d ie!" I screamed, and springing u p on him, I bore him to the g round, and pinning his arms to his sides, I delib e rately cut his throat from ear to ear, and then springing to my feet. loo ked about for Anna to serve her the same way when what was my surprise to see standing there where she had stood, a big, burly policeman, with drawn revolv e r p o inted at me, while in a stern voice, he cried: "I arrest you for the murder of your brother." In a moment the enormity of my crime flashed upon me, and with a wild cry I sank to my knees at my brother's side, and. with heart-broken sobs, begged him to speak to me and tell me he was not dead; but the gruff voice of the officer cut in upon my sorrow. ''Corne come, youngster, it's too late to cry now, you did the deed, I saw you, and you'll hang for it," and he seemed to grasp me by the collar a11d drag me to my feet. I gave a wild cry of grief and despair, and tried to pull away from him, when something gave me an awful th u mp in the ribs, and a voice shouted in my ear. "What's the matter with you, kid, are you going d a:ff ?" "\iVhere am I?" I sobbed. "R,ight here in bed, making as much fuss as a bull i n a china closet "Is that you, Bob?" I whispered. ''Of course, it's me. Who in blazes did you think it was?" ''Oh, Bob 1 I'm so glad. I dreamed I had murdered you. Cut your throat from ear to ear," and I began sob bing again. "That's all right, Billy. You haven't, and I wo u ldn't let you if you tried. Just turn over and go to sleep." I did so, hugg ing closely to him and putting arms around him. I remained quiet for a while, thinkirrg of my terrible dream, and then I whispered, "Bob !" ''What is it, kid?" "You can have Anna if you want her." ;'No, thanks; I've got a sweetheart of my own," qnd, with a glad sigh, I again went to sleep. A Dr eam of D anger (By "Barron Hampton.") Last August I dreamed that several companions and m y self were in a freight yard,, while they were shifting box cars. Three of the boys were under a car when, frQ:n where I was standing, I saw a puff of steam from the gine, and I yelled to them, but it was too late, for the engine started off so sudden that they had no time to get out, and one or two cars passed over them before the cars were stopped I cannot remember that either one was h1.1rt very much,

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so THE BUFF J\LO BILL STORIESo but I pulled one out and the other two I did not see again during my dream. One had be en d ea d a year: in fact, he was drowned one year to the month of my dream, and it seems peculiar that I should dre am of his being under the car and then not :see him again for he was one of the two b oys that I missed in my dream. A Close Call. (By Floyd Howland, Marathon, N. J.) I went t o bed o ne night feeling very tired. I tossed around for a while un ab l e to sleep. After a while I fell asle ep and h ad troubled dreams. I dreamed as I was standing on a corner by the railroad track, I saw a train coming down the sidewalk The train came on with great speed. I tried to move away, but could not stir I tried to yell for help but I could not utt er a sound. The train came on, and at last hit me and sent me flying out in front. I land ed on the track just ahead of the engine, and just as I f e lt the wheels going ove r me I woke up and found myself'in bed, with no traius 11car, but I was pretty well scared. Almost Buried Alive. (By Karl Strowalter, Atlan ta, Ga.) Here is my dream,' which h appened a few nights ago: I and a few friends were out hunting and we were crossing a field wh e n a farmer shot in the crowd and the bull et struck me in the b ack of my h ead I didn't feel any pain, but pnt my hand up to my head and felt the hole. We walked on a f e w yards and then I dropped and was thought to be dead, so the boys picked me up and carried me home, whe re I was pre pared for burial and placed in a coffin. and lay there and watched my old friends come and take a last farewell look. Finally the funeral started over to the cemetery and I tri ed to cr y OtJt but could not and, as I was b e ing let down into t:_he grave, I gave a jump that l anded me otit in the middle of the floor, and yo n can b et I was greatl y reli eve d to find it only a drea1:n. A Hard Fight. (By L ewis Hamilton, O ln eyvi lle, R. I.) Now you want a good dream. Here is what I call a ver y ex traordinary one : 1 was on the top of a stable-t hat I know-and was w it h fou r _friends. One had an ax, another a knife, and the othertwo had pistols. I had nothing. We were going on a trip West. I stood by myself, thinking whether 1 s hould go or not. I heard a scuffle b eh ind me and looked around. I saw the four fighting. Two were on the roof fighting wit h their fists. T h e ot h e r two were b r o t h ers. One had an ax, the o ther a knife. The fell ow with the ax h a d it aloft to strike I rushed at him but was too s l o w to prevent it. The ax came down up o n hi s brother's head and sa nk it in about four inches, and he rolled over dead. I was sick at heart. His brother fell from a knife and l ay there moani rig Then I h ear d a cry. I l ooked up There the other two were within two inch es of the edge of the roof. "God help them," I said; and then they toppled over, locked in each other's arms. I stood there a moment alone. Then the wounded one got up. He came for me with the ax, and I shot out m y right hand, which seemed li fe less from fright. It did not seem to bothe r him any. He struck me with the fiat sid e of the ax on the head. I f ell and l ost my senses. When I came to I was on the edge of the roof. I gave a big start and rolled over. As I rolled over th e edge, I t hought of a thousand thi ngs My blood ran cold, it was so natural. As I went over I caught hold of the edge of the roo f. My strength was leavin g me but I heard voices be l ow, and I knew the police were around. All of a sudden I saw the other fellow ,give a flying l eap over my head to the ground below. My fingers slipped, and down I went, over and over. I fell eve r y way, and just as I was going to strike t he ground, I woke up with a start. My hand was bl eeding and I was breathing hard During the day I was thinking whether it was true or not. At last I ran over to one of the fell o ws that I drea m ed a b ou t. I told him about it. He laughed so much I was ashamed of myself. A Curious Dream. (By Milton Harry Goodhand, Camden, N. J ) One ni ght not long ago some o ther fellows and myself were telling about dreams, and one fellow sa id he walked in his sleep and I didn t believe him, so when I went to bed I couldn't help thinking of dreams. I couldn't go to sleep at first, but a t least I dropped off in a sound sleep and 1 also had a dream. I dream e d I was down the c ellar chopping wood, and all of a sudden I woke up and there I w as down the cellar si tting on the chopping-block and the ax in m y hand. I was almost frightened to death. I don't know yet how I got down there, but I do know how I got up, and you can bet I didn't !et any grass grow unde r my f eet getting there either. I was soon in bed and asleep l\l!y Last !font. (By Lucien Humphrey, N Cambridge, Mass .) Las t night I had a very peculiar dream. It was as follows: I went to a dance one night and did not get home till very l ate I was very tired. I undresse a myself and gut into bed. As soon as I fell asleep I began dreaming. I dream e d I was o u t hunting, when I came across four Indians. I c ro uched b e hind a tree, but they soon caught sight of me, a n d one of th em fired at me. missed hi s aim, and I raised m y rifle, the only weapon 1 h ad, and fired. I hit him, but he did not fall. In an other moment they all cam e bounding toward me. When I saw them I ran, but they soon caught me. They took me to a v ill age, whe re I w as to b e burned a live. They tied me to an old stump about my height. As t h ey were go ing to touch a torch to the wood the y had gath erecl. I woke up
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I BlJff ALO. BILL STORIE:S I (L-.ARGE SIZ:&.) Containing the Only Stories Authorized by Hon. WILLIAM F. CODY ("Buffalo Bill'') 52-Buffalo Bill's Bov Pard; or, Training the Buckskin Bov. 53-Buffalo Bill's Vow of Vengeance; or, The Scout's Boy Ally. 54-Buffalo Bill and the Mad liermit; or, finding a Lost Trail. 55-Buffalo Bill's Bonanza; or, The Clan of the Silver Circle. 56-Buffalo Bill's Mascot; or The Mystery of Death Valley. 57-Buffa! o Bilk and the Surgeon Scout; or, The B rave Dumb Messenger. 58-Buffalo Bill's Mvsterious or, Tracking a Hidden Foe. 59-Buffalo Bill and the Masked Hussar; or, fighting the Prairie Pirates. 60-Buffalo Bill's Blind; or, Running the D ath Gauntlet. 61-Buffalo Bill and the Masked Driver: or. The Fatal Run Through Canyon. 62-Buffalo Bill's Still Hunt; or, fighting the Robber of the Ranges. 63-Buffalo Bill and the Red Riders; or. Th@ Mad Driver of the Overlands. 64-Buffato Bill's Dead-Shot Pard; or, The \vill-o' cthe-Wiso of the Trails. 65-Buffalo Bill's Run-Down; oit, The Red .. Hand Renegade's Death. 66-Buffa l o Bill's Red Trail; or, I\ Race for Ranson. 161-Buffalo Bill's Best Bower; or, Calling the Turn on Death Notch Dick. 68-Buffalo Bill and the Gold Ghouls; or, Defying Death at Elephant Rock. 69-Buffalo Biil's Spy Shadower; or, The Hermit of G rand Canyon. 70-Buffalo BiWs Secret Camp; or, Trailing the Cloven Hoofs. I 7 t -Buffalo Bills Sweepstake; or, Hunting the Paradise Gold Mine. 72-Buffalo Bill and the Black Heart Desperado; or, The Wipe-Out at Last 73-Buffalo Bill' s Death Charm; or, The Lady in Velvet. 7 4-Buffalo Bill's Desperate Strategy; or, The Mystery of the Cliff. 75-Buffalo Bill and the Black Mask; or, The Raffle of Death. Bill's Road A.gent Round-Up; or, Panther Pete's R,evenge. 77-Buffalo Bill and the Renegade Queen; or, Deadly Hand's Strange Duel. 78-Buffalo Bill's Buckskin Band; or, f ordng the Redskins to the Wall. 79-Buffalo Bill s Decoy Boys; or, The Death Rivals of the Big Horn. 80-Buffalo Bitl's Sure Shots; or, Buck Dawson's Big Draw. Back numbers always on hand. If you cannot 2'd them from your newsdealer, five cents a copy wi11 btin2' them to you, by mail, postpaid. STREET & SMITH, l?ublishers, 238 "'\<:VII..,-I..,-IAN.l ST., NEVV YORK CITY. =


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