Buffalo Bill and the lost miners, or, Hemmed in by redskins

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A WEEffLY PUBLICATION._ DEVOTED TO BORDER Hl'5TORY issued lf'eekly. By Subscriptio n $2 .<;o per year. Entered as Second Class Matter a t New York Post Office b,l' STREET & SMITH, 238 lYttizam .)t., N. Y No .86 Price, Five Cents. !I .. GO BACK, CHIBF OOYCTE, WITH YO U R BRAV E YO UNG MEN," SAID BUFFALO BILL, ''FOR THE WAU\UORS OF THE GREAT WHITE CHIEF ARE COMING HOT UPON YOUR TRAIL. ''


lliO[S[S A WEEKLY PUBLICATION DEVOTED TO BORDER HIS>TORY 11null Wedly. By Subscription $2.50 per year. Entered as Second Class Matter at tlte N. Y. Post Office, by STREET & SMITH, :138 William St., N. Y. Entered accordin.rto Act of Conpess in tlte iqoa, in tlte Office of tlte Librarian of Con.rress, Waslu11ton, J). C. No. 86. NEW YORK, January J, 1903. Price Five unts. BUFFALO BILL AND THE LOST MINERS; OR, Hemmed 1n by Redskins By the author of "BUFFALO BILL" CHAPTER I. 'CAPTIVES ON THE TRAIL. It was a curious sight. Early morning on cfne of the boundless plains of the far West. Strung across the broad prairie was a line of fourteen horses. Ten of them were ridden by men bound hand and foot and tied fast to their saddles, their horses being joined together by a long lariat. Three more horses carried burdens wrapped carefully up, but the experienced eye could easily detect that they were the bodies of dead men. The la s t and fourteenth horse was ridden by a figure familiar to all our readers-Buffalo Bill, King of the Bor derland, and chief of scouts at the remote frontier post known as Fort Faraway at the time of which we arc dealing. He was on his way back to the fort from an unusually successful scout. The three dead men were outlaws the scout had shotnine of the others were members of the same band, two of the nine being the leaders-Bob Brass the lieutenant and Jim King the captain. The tenth captive was a cor poral who had deserted from the fort after killing a sol dier there. Buffalo BiJl had come upon Bob Brass and his fol-lowers a! they were organizing themselves into a band known as the Mounted Miners of the Overland. The mining they intended to do was in the pockets of passengers and in the mailbags and express boxes on the coaches of the Overland stage line. Buffalo Bill induced them to surrender to h1m by bluff ing them into the idea that he had a larger force with him. When they laid down their arms he bound the eleven men-Bob Brass and ten others-and started for the fort. Then Dave Strong, the deserting corporal, attempted to rescue the outlaws, hoping to be made their captain, but instead he was made a prisoner by Buffalo Bill. Another rescue had been attempted by Jim King, famous as an outlaw in the vicinity, and for whom Bob Brass had been recruiting the band when Buffalo Bill came upon them. He had come upon the band of men he expected to be his followers and, seeing that they were prisoners in the hands of Buffalo Bill, had attempted a rescue. In the skirmish that followed Buffalo Bill had shot three of the outlaws and had captured Jim King, the man who had expected to become their leader. Then, with his cavalcade of prisoners, he lost no time in starting for the fort. He had a good reason for his haste, and the prisoners noted that he often looked back anxiously as. he hurried them along the trail.


D 2 THE BU FF ALO BILL STORIES. His reason was that there were hostile Indians in the vicinity. One of their scouts had struck the camp of Buffalo Bill the night before. Buffalo Bill had shot him, and it was on his pony that the body of one of the dead outlaws was borne. There was a good deal of humanity in Buffalo Bill, and he did not like to leave the body of a man unburied in the wilderness. The king of plainsmen feared that the Indians were on his trail and so di .cl not wait to dig any graves. He was right in his surmise as to the nearness of hostile redmen. As the trail led over a ridge he turned again in his saddle and glanced back over the plain they had crossed. He did not even start or change col.or, did not hasten his pace, or make a comment, but what he saw was enough to appall even his stdut heart. The glance backward had revealed several miles away folly a hundred Indians in full pursuit. CHAPTER II. REDSKINS IN PURSUIT. Another eye than Buffalo Bill's had seen the pursuing Indians. It was Jim King, the outlaw leader, and he, too, made no comment then, as he glanced backward. He simply watched the scout ride quietly down the sloping, winding trail, lead the horses into a stream of water, pass. the canteen around among the men for a re freshing draught, and then look to the girths and straps of each sa'ddle, prisoner, and body. This done he mounted and started on at a brisk trot. "May I ask if you saw that band of Indians pursuing us, Buffalo Bill?" he asked. "Oh, yes!" "There must be a hundred of them." "At least that many." "They saw us?" "Beyond doubt." "And are now in pursuit?" "Of course." "What are they.?" "They belong to the same tribe as the dead one here." "You said nothing about seeing them to any one of us." "\Vhy should I, when I considered it the business of no one else than mvself." "You are a cool "one, and I cannot help admiring you." "Thanks." "You came slowly down the trail so as not to distress the horses, watered them, looked to the girths and lariats, and now are off in flight." "Certainly." "With no hope whatever of escaping from those red skins, unless you do so alone?" "I never desert my party, sir." "You will have to this time, for those Indians come on at a pace that shows their ponies are fresh." "So I observed." "vVhat will you do to them?" ''There is a rocky mound a few miles ahead, and I will i "and them off thm, foe we not find a better place for men and horses, while there is a spring on the hill, some grass, wood, and a fine protection against a hot fire." "But you are only one man." "The Indians don't know that." "Ah!" "They will count about a dozen, think we arc well sup plied with provisions, as they will take the dead bodies for packs2 and they will be very cautious about crowding us." "But they may besiege us for days?" "ND"; for the stage goes by to-morrow, anq the Pony Riders' trail is in sight; no, we will be reported and get help from the fort." "But, you will let help you fight them off?" "Hardly, as I have no desire to fall into equally as cruel hands as though the Indians captured me!" "Then you expect to stand them off alone?" "Yes, for I have all of your rifles, revolvers, and-don't be frightened, for I will protect you from-your friends, I may say." The men had heard this conversation with surprise. They had listened with the very deepest attention. Not one, save the stranger, had seen the pursuing In dians when Buffalo Bill had. At once hope arose in their hearts for escape. They, however, saw that Buffalo Bill was not to be non plused. He was not the man to surrender even to what ap peared a certainty of release for his prisoners. They heard his plan of action and knew that they could but submit. What he had said about the coach passing and the Pony Express Riders, several of them knew was true. Also, they knew that one man, and that man Buffalo Bill, handling a dozen rifles, several of them repeating weapons, and twice as many revolvers, CO\lld fool the red skins into a belief that the whole party of white men were fighting t<;> stand them off. That the scout would not trust them with weapons hi s words very quickly let them know. "Well, ]\uffalo Bill, if you get safely out of this dif ficulty, and still hold us prisoners, I shall set you down as a most phenomenal man," said the leader King. "As I will aiso," put in Bob Brass, while the corporal called out: "So will I; but it cannot be done. "This time, Chief Cody, you have got a larger contrac( on your hands than you can master." Buffalo Bill's face did not chan g e a mu scle He still kept the horses at a gallop and appeared to b e wholly unmoved by this new danger threatening. At last the hill he had referred to came in sight. It was a rock mound, several hundred feet in height heavily timbered at the top, with bare sldpes, and a couple of acres in size. All about it was a plain, and DO better P9Sition could be found to be def ended by a party besieged. With a dozen men to defend it, even a hundred fodians would be cautious about making an attack. But there was only one man to fight, half a score to be worse than useless.


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 3 "There they c ome," and Buffalo Bill p ointe d to the India n s coming ove r t he r i d ge, anu then added: "An d the r e i s our s t ro n g h o ld." "What a ma n mutte r e d King, as he looked into the face of the sco ut. CHAPTER III. B U FFALO BILL MAKES A THREAT. T he sc out d i d n o t ev en quick e n his pace at sight of the p u rsu ing r e d sk ins, a s th ey c a me swe eping over the ridge, all of them mi les off ye t. He s i m pl y kept th e ho r ses up to the same gait and h eaded s traight fo r th e m o un d so opportunely appearing b efo r e t h em, a n d now but h a lf a mile away. As they approached it th e m e n saw th a t the base was almos t a wall, on ly h e r e a n d there w ith a break in it, and some of the p arty k n e w it b y the name of The Tomb sto ne, for i t l ooked much like a massive monument ever g r een w i t h w e eds, the trees on the top appearing as the l atter. B u ffa l o B ill k n ew it w ell, for often before had he c ampe d th e re, and se v e ral time s had it been a place of refuge agains t Indians. A small str e am th e ov e rfl o w of the spring, cut its way al o n g t h e plai n toward a larger one in the valley, and th ro u g h t his Buff a lo B ill led the way up to the summit of t he m o und. He halt ed his m e n up o n the h i lltop, jus t where they c ould not be seen b y t h e Indi an s, and then tied the hors e s, so th a t they c o ul d n o t esca p e or stray. His n ext mo ve was t o g ath e r th e we apons and place a rifle and r evo l ve r at di fferent p o int s where he would h ave t h em w h en mos t n ee d ed T hi s done, h e made a circ ui t of the guns, and looked t h em over ca r e fully, to see that all w ere in good working c ondition. The Indians mea n whi l e w er e coming on at a run, those lagging b e hind has t ening up to form a compact mass. T h e o u t l aws wa tch e d him clos e l y, and c o uld but admire his game stan d ; but, the re w a s an e."


4 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. they had met with losses, which they had not expected at that distance. They had reached the foot of the hill, were crowding into the narrow trail in the wall of rock to ascend, when the shots feil thick and fast into their midst, for, just then, the scout had made a stand and opened with his own repeating rifle. CHAPTER V. ONE MAN AT BAY. The Indians recoiled ttnder the storm of that deadly repeating rifle, for they could not face it with the odds of the rugged, steep trai l also against them. The second chief fell, and there was a halt. Some of the redskins took shelter among the tocks at the base of the hill, while others turned and stampeded. Buffalo Bill had fought a grand battle, though it was from a fort, as it were. He had brought down a dozen ponies, and how many braves had fallen no one knew. They ha

THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 5 visit the hill and learn the situation there with a fair show of soon getting help to the scout in his very terrible situation. He had escaped by way of the ravine unseen, and was speeding away as rapidly as hoofs could carry him to seek help for Buffalo Bill. Having decided just what they would do, and which the scout could have told them they would do an hour before, the redskins divided in two single-file columns. These started to surround the hill, the colmnns dividing to join be y ond the mound and thus completely invest it. With great care keep well out of range of the rifles, they mov e d on slowly, making signals to their comrades hiding under the rocky base of the hill, and when they met and made the circle complete they dismounted, staked out their ponies, and sat down with the patience displayed by Job to await their own time to move. Buffalo Bill had quietly watched them, and knowing that it was long hours before night, and wishing to rest both horses and men, he decided to dismotU1t bis pris oners, get dinner for them, and let the animals get what cropping they could from the grass on the hilltop. The men were accordingly dismounted one by one and made secure to a tree, save two of them, whose arms were freed, and they were set to work with knives and the scout's hatchet to dig a grave for their dead comrades. The scout meanwhile built a fire, got out his provisions and cooking outfit, and began to prepare a meal for all hands. The scout did not neglect, however, watching the red skins, to see that they made no sudden move, and he particularly kept his eyes upon the two outlaws digging the grave. He well knew that with the knives and hatchet they could be dangerous if they cut the bonds off of their feet, and at h ;ast force him to kill them, for by a hard run of it t'hey could bound down the hill and escape to the Indians. The scout was not long in detecting that not only King, but Bob Brass and the corporal, were signaling to them to free themselves and make an attack on him, or a sud den bolt for liberty. As his cooking kept him occupied he walked up to the two men, revolver in hand, and said in his decided way: "If I see any move of you two men to cut your feet loose, I shall not give you warning, but drop you dead the moment I detect you in it. "That is au 1 have to say." He did not turn and walk away to the fire again, for none knew better than he how skillfully a knife could be thrown to kill, or a hatchet either. Having gotten dinner ready he called the two men from their work on the grave to give their comrades their meals, freeing the hands of two men at a time, while he kept them covered with his revolvers. It was a long and tedious task, but at last it was com pleted and then two others of the men were put to work upon the grave. At last this, tqo, was finished, the bodies were wrapped in their blankets, and buried decently, after which rocks were piled upon the grave to keep the coyotes from digging them up. This done, Buffalo Bill again bound the men securely to trees, and then with his glass made a careful recon noisance of the Indian lines. Examining the line, he saw that the Indians were scat tered, being a hundred feet apart at least. As each side of the ravine by which Pony Bob had come and gone, the nearest redskin was fifty feet away. To remain on the hill meant death, as it then appeared, while, by starting the moment it was dark, following the ravine, and pushing for fhe open plain, he could get upon the nearest redskins before they were discovered. His rifle would quickly drop these, and then he would have a good start in the long race before the surprised Indians knew just what had happened. "Yes, I will make the venture," he said, in his deter mined way. \ CHAPTER VII. THE SCOUT DECIDES UPON A PLAN. The outlaws could see that the scout had decided upon some move, and they grew more anxious, for they knew that his bold expedients were many. "I shall leave here as soon as it is dark," said the scout. "Better not, for that means sure death to all of us,., said Jim King. ''I see that I have hit upon the right thing to do by your not liking it." The outlaws looked at each other itj a way that showed their opinion was the same as tl1e scout's. Unheeding them, he began his preparations for his night flight. Each saddle and bridle was looked to, and the lariats were looped so as to keep the horses a little over a length apart, while a short rein was to connect them two bv two. The leading horses were then to be attached by iariats to the horn of the scout's saddle, and thus arrayed he felt he could control the animals thoroughly and ride rapidly .. The horses nearest to him were to be those belonging to the dead outlaws, and these were to carry the weapons ana the provisions and blankets, so as to make as equal a weight for all as was possible. "That fellow is going to get through, Brass," said King, as he watched the scout at his work. "But what is that he is doing now?" At the query of King all watched the scout attentively. He was cutting some small pieces of willow with his knife, trimming them in a peculiar shape, and tying thongs of buckskin around them, while pieces of dressed deerskin were put over one end. "By heaven, but they are gags!" cried Bob Brass. "Gags !" echoed the rest of the party in chorus. "Yes. "He will thrust that buckskin padded end into our mouths and tie them there with the thongs at the back of our necks." "My God!" gasped the corporal. "I say, don't let him do 1t," remarked Bob Brass. "What can we do ?" "Resist." "It is easier to talk than to act." "I will not open my Ill()Uth," one of the men ventured. "Nor me." "I won't." "You bet I don't swallow that."


6 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. The determination of the outlaws not to be gagged was shown by other remarks, until King said, dryly: "A bowie knife will pry a mouth open very easily." This was followed by silence, and .all eyes watched Buf falo Bill as he went on making the gags. "What are those?" called out Bob Brass as the scout finished his task. "Gags." "A threat to kill the man that calls out would be suffi cient." "Not at night, Brass. I could not tell who he was, and would not wish to make a mistake and kill the wrong man." "That would be bad." "Now, I shall begin work, for it will take me more than an hour to get you all ready, and night is not very far off." --CHAPTER VIII. THE TWO SENTINELS. In every way in their power the outlaws tried to delay Buffalo Bill. The scout went quietly on with his preparations for his flight, and soon began to mount the outlaws. One by one he led up their horses, watered the animals, gave the men a drink from a canteen, and then came the fateful words : "You must be gagged now." The first man he approached was the one who had as serted that he would not be gagged. He savagely refused to open his mouth, and quietly drawing his bowie knife Buffalo Bill said: "Shall I pry your mouth open with this? "I warn you that it will not be gentle work." The man held out until the point of the blade was forced between his teeth, and then he opened his mouth with a yell that the Indians heard. Instantly the gag was driven into his mouth, and the thongs about his neck secured it there firmly. The man was then aided to mount his horse and his hands were tied to the saddle horn. Thus each one was brought up by the scout, gagged, mounted, and bound to his saddle. The horses were then fastened two by two, the lariat lines tied from the leaders to the rear animals, on each side, and the rein across held them in place. Turning his glance, the scout again swept his eyes around the Indian line, and let them rest for some time upon the ravine through which he had to pass to safety. It was just dark as he hung the repeating rifles of King and Bob Brass to his saddle horn, his own ,at his back, and mounted. He had decided upon a deed, yet not more so than would be remaining where he was, for the Indians to rush in upon him under cover of the night. Even then those redskins who had been forced to take refuge among the rocks at the base of the hill might be preparing to creep upon him. Throwing some wood upon the fire, to brighten it up, Buffalo Bill mounted and set off on his perilous under taking, his horses in lead. Down the steep hill they went, gaine discovered. Instantly, as the two sentinels turned at the cries, he took aim, and quickly came a fla s h and sharp report. A second shot followed within a second. CHAPTER IX. FORCED TO ANOTHER REFUGE. Jt was quick work, but Buffalo Bill was equal to it. He brought one Indian down into the ravine dead, and the other fell wounded, and began his death song, after one loud cry of warning that the foe was upon him. \:Vith a few rapid bounds the scout reached the horses threw himself into his saddle, and at once dashed ahead in flight. Down the ravine dashed the scout, and reaching the stream he plunged boldly in and the lariated horses were soon on the other side. Once across the stream, Buffalo Bill kept on through the timber at a walk. Feeling that he had certainly his enemies, he decided to go to a mountain spur that overlooked the mound where he had taken refuge, and dist'ant from it only a few miles. If aid came to the mound he could attract attention frnm the spur by firing severaI shots and show where he was.


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 7 He did not dare,with the prisoners in lead as they were, attempt to strike for the fort then in the darkness, as he knew the Indians were scattered along his way, and he would be liable to run upon them at any time. By going to the spur he would be in call of the mound, whither Pony Bob was to send aid. There was no water there, no wood to cook food, but the canteens could be filled and the party would have to live on dry crackers until rescued. After an hour's ride he reached the spur at the end of the range, and rode along until he came to the trail. In years gone by the spur had evidently been the home of that strange race of Indians known as the "Cliff Dwellers," for ruins of their homes were still there. Placing the horses now in single file, after them all at a spring at the base of the spur, he led the way up the trail, and at last reached the summit of the cliff. There were boulders there to hide them from view, and a few scrub pines that might serve for fuel if neces sary, but otherwise the cliff was bare. ,Tlie boulders concealed the horses and prisoners, and the scout knew that he could defend the cliff, so could ask no more, though he realized that both himself and his captives -must suffer greatly if their rescuers were de layed in reaching them. Still, nothing else could be done, and he made the best of it. This trail was under command of his rifle for over a quarter of a mile of its ascent, and so narrow that not over a couple of Indians could come up abreast. Arranging the horses among the boulders, he dis the prisoners, spread their blankets for them and tied them all together with lariats. Then he took several blankets, mounted his horse, and rode back down the trail. He knew the gras19 was long and rich in the valley. and he determined to cut sufficient to at least give the horses a mouthful now and then. Every canteen was taken also to the spring and filled with the cool water that flowed from it, and when the scout returned to the cliff he felt that he could at least stand a siege of several days if driven to it. Utterly worn out by his loss of rest and hardships of the last two days, he spread his blankets and went at once into a deep sleep, placing his own horse on guard on the trail, for lie knew his faithful guard would warn him of danger, if he had been seen by the redskins to retreat to the cliff. The rising sun, casting a ray into his face, awakened him and he sprang to his feet with a start. ;'\Vell, I have had at least half a dozen hours of sleep, and that, to me, means a great deal," he muttered as he looked about him. "If I can only get these men to the fort, it will be the great act of my life," was the thought constantly in his mind. His prisoners were just as he had left them the night before. To all the scout gave a few swallows from the canteen after he had removed the gai;s. "Say, Buffalo Bill, I wish to have a talk with you, apart from the others here," said King_ "All right; after you have all had your breakfast of bread and water, I will hear what you have to say," was the answer. Half an hour after, King was led apart from the others, and, seated among the boulders, Buffalo Bill asked: "Now, Mr. King, I'll hear what you have to say-" ''I wish to say to you that it is in my power to pay you a large sum of money if you allow us to escape." "Yes." "Well, do as I ask you, and you shall have a clean ten thousand dollars, one thousand for each man." "No, King, I am a poor man, but I believe I am honest, and am not for sale. "I am sorry for you, but I cannot help you. "You must take the consequences of your evil lives." CHAPTER X. THE C\MP. Pony Bob was as true as steel to his old comrade Buf falo Bill. As he sped along he saw a cloud of smoke ahead of him. He was sure that it was the relay station on fire. The Indians had attacked the stock herders, run off the horses kept there for the stages and pony express riders, and doubtless the two men had been killed or captured. Pony Bob dare not go there, so must flank it and dash on to the next relay station. It necessitated a further ride of twenty miles, and had already pushed his horse desperately hard. But no mercy was shown to horses in those days of Pony Express. Turning from the Overland trail, on he flew. His good horse was kept at a full limit of spccsrived there with his horse and '.he animal dropped dead as he leaped from his back. Pards, the station behind is gone, burned up by red skins, and what the fate of the boys is I do not know_ 'I flanked it and pushed for you; but, thank God, you arc all right," he said, as the two stock tenders came out to meet him_ "Yes. Know' cl those reds was a huntin' scalps, Bob. and so we turned the coach back to the fort with the news. ''How you got through there God only knows, and poor Buffalo Bill is right up among 'em somewhar and alone. for he passed several days ago a chasin' of Corporal Dave Strong, who had been

8 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. Supper was served for him, and one of the men helped him to it, while the other went to get another horse than the one they had alread y for Pony Bob's request was to secure an animal noted for his speed and en durance. "\Ve has the critters all in the corral, and cf ther Injuns comes, we'll give 'em a hard fight of it. "But I guess they surprised the boys back at t'other station." "I fear so," and then Pony Bob told of Buffalo Bill and his wonderful achievements, and the two men gave a cheer. "Look out for yourselves,'' and Pony Bob threw him self into his saddle and was off like a n arrow. He had but one aim in view, and that was to get aid to Buffalo Bill as soon as possible. Suddenly he beheld a light ahead; the n another. ] t .. as a camp-fire. ''Soldiers!'' he shouted, as he caught sight of a camp and half a dozen men in uniform. Turning from the trail he dad1ed up to the camp and called out : I am Pony Bob, the Express Rider. "Who commands h ere?" "Ho, Bob! wrong?" and Lieutenant \Valter Winter, a young cavalry officer, came forward. 'y cs, sir; all goes wTong, for Buffalo Bill is corraled at Monument l\lound bv a hundre d Indians, and there are more about there, wllile the Brook Spur relay station has been burned. and I flanked it .. "Buffalo Bill corralccl, and alone, Bob?" "Worse than alone, sir, for h e has ten prisoners with him." "Ten prisoners?" "Yes, lieut enant; nine outlaws of the Mounted Gold Miners' band, and Corporal Dave Strong." "And he's at Monument :t-.Iound, or Tombstone you say?" "Yes, sir; corraled there, and he beat off one attack, for he's got an arsenal to fight 'em with." "I am just now in search of Buffalo Bill, Pony Bob, for this gentleman here is on a hunt for a party of lost miners, as it were, the Gold Dust Jim outfit, and Colonel Duncan sent me out to find the chief of scouts and let him go on as guide for him," said Lieutenant Wintet. refer-' ring to a gentleman who just then came up, and who was a tenderfoot on the plains, as a glance revealed. The stranger spoke pleasantly to Pony Bob, and the latter saw in him a well-knit form, fine, daring face, calm manner, and decided that, after all, who the civilian said he was, he lo oked to be every inch a man. "The colonel wished to find Cody, and i f he had captured Corporal Strong, to bring the latter back to the fort. while he went on in search of the Gold Dust Jim outfit with Mr. Rupert Rockw ell here, who is from the East, Bob." "May I ask how many men you have, sir?" "\Ve are nine all told." to give the Indians a scare, sir, and to cut through their line into the mound, while I suppose you wish to have me take word to Colonel Duncan." "Yes, indeed, for if the Indians are in the numbers you report, we will need a large force sent out, and lose no time about it, either." "I will go on at once to Buffalo Bill's aid, and you can report to Colonel Duncan what I have done, and tell him all that you know as to the movements and doings of the Indians." "I will sir." "And, Bob, urge the importance of not a minute of de lay, for the troopers cannot arrive too soon, and by the hardest riding they will not reach us before late to-morrow night." "I am off, sir," and with a bound Pony Bob threw himself into his saddle again and was away at full speed Looking back as he got well away from the camp, he saw the troopers haste ning to saddle up for the ride of rescue. On like the wind rode Pony Bob, and after passing two more relay stations and getting fresh mounts he drew near the fort. The stock tenders told him that the party under Lieu tenant vVinter must have taken the lower trail not to have met the returning c oach, and, as it had reached the fort, doubtless before that time Colonel Duncan would have a force of cavalry even then on the way to meet the Indians. As he drew near the fort, Pony Bob saw a dark mass ahead of him on the plain. He drew quickly to a halt and heard the tread of half a hundred horses, along with the clanking of sabers and jingling of accoutrements. "Good! A troop of cavalry is already on the march," he cried, and a moment after he drew rein and up came three scouts, followed by an officer and a troop of cav alry. ''Captain Sands, I have to make a report, sir," be cried, and quickly his story was told. "Good for you, Pony Bob, and j}ravo for Buffalo Bill. "Lieutenant \Vinter will rescue Cody and his prisoners doubtless, but get into a trap himself, so I will push ahead to the aid of all. ''But there are more Indians on the war trail than Colone l Dunca1i had any idea there were, from what you tell me, so ask him to please send after me a couple of light guns and two troops of cavalry, with what reserve force he deems best, for we had better be fully prepared, and it is well to have too many men, than not enough. r will tell him sir,'' and with a salute Pony Bob was again off at a full run, while he saw that the cavalrymen at once had quickened their pace. ''They'll get there, and clear old Bill will come out 0. K.," he said, as he sped along. Half an hour more and he clashed into the fort and first rode to headquarters. The colonel had retired for the night, but told the orderly to admit the pony rider, and he too heard the story of Buffalo Bill's brave capture of the outlaws and the corporal, and t1'e danger the scout was then in. Colonel Duncan sprang from his bed in a hurry, sent the orderly for his adjutant, and rapidly dressed as the pony rider talked. "I will send force enough, for this is serious, and Cody must be res cued at all haz a rds," cried Colonel Duncan,


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 9 and then he complimented Pony Bob upon what he had done. The adjutant now arrived, other officers were sent for, and just one honr after the arrival of Pony, Bob the troopers were off to the rescue. CHAPTER XI. A RAY OF ROPE. KinPthe outlaw felt that he had played his last card for when Buffalo Bill could not be by the large price he had offered for the fr eedo m of himself and companions. . While King was musing, Buffalo Bill stood near .gazmg through his glass down the valley and also sweeping the surroun di ngs of the Tombstone Mo1:nd. He had discovered that the Indians were encamped the re, and in larger force than on the day I must rig some signal to le.t th.e so!?1ers know my whereabouts, shou ld they c ome m sight, he thought. He had taken from t h e Indian he had killed a new and brilliant red blanket, and one of the outlaws had a bright blue one, he had observed. . In a little while he had strung on a lanat his red and blue bbnkets, and a white cloth, and found two scrub pines he could tie them between at a h eight of some dozen feet from the ground One end was made fast, and the other passed over a limb of the tree, ready to draw the line taut and display the signal. . Up he pulled the signa l and almost. 1rnrned1ately he s a w that it was discovered by the redskms about Tomb stone Mound. The re was much excitement visible among th em, riding to and fro and in a short while a mounted force of a hun d r e d b;aves moved at a gallo p towar d the cliff. "Now we have another chance," said Bob Brass. Y cs they must take this cliff now or w e will n ever escape," th e corpora l s aid. "This pos i tion is more easily defended '.han was the M on u m e nt Hill yonder, and that man will beat them back, remarked King. "vVe might hail them, for he h as forgotten to gag us, s ai d B o b Brass. Y es, if they knew we were prisoners, that t h ey did r:ot have to fioht us, but one man, and that man Buffalo Bill, for scalp they wou l d sac rifice a hundred warriors, then I believe th e y would take the cliff at all haza r ds said King. "I w ill c all out to them in their own ton gue as soon as th e y g e t n ear enough;" responded Bob Brass. ''Good! S e e Buffalo Bill is taking his position to comm and t he trail and looking to his weapons.' '.' A nd ha s for gotte n to gag us," added the corp oral, with g r ea t glee at the thought, whi l e a cheerful l ook of hope st o le O'ier e ach outlaw's face. The h o p e of the outlaws was short-lived. A couple o f large rocks, which the outlaws thought b e v ond his power to m o ve, he with apparently n o great ex c rtio n roll e d to the edge of the cliff w he re the trail c am e up. S m a ller on e s w e re added to these, ar:;d the $COut had a go od br e astwork built, with not much trouble. Then he walked over toward the outlaws, the Indians being but a quarter of a mile away, and corning in a walk. ":Men, get up," he said. "We can't walk." The men were in an ugly mood, and Buffalo Bill realized it. He calmly drew a revolver in each hand and said very quietly: ''Yau know that I make no idle threats. "Now, I tell you again that the man that utters a cry to those Indians I shall kill. "If I do not know which one did so I shall turn and fire half a dozen shots upon your gang, and fire to kill, too. "You know the alternative, so act as you deem best. "Now, I have told ;o u to rise, and you refuse. "I have my revolvers in hand, and mark my words, the man that remains seated, after I give the order to rise, gets a bullet through his right ear, as my special brand." The Indians were drawing dangerously near, yet Buf-falo Bi\! seemed not to heed the fact. "Attention, men "One! two! three! rise !" As one man the outlaws scrambled to their feet, as best they could, bound hands and feet. Buffalo Bill then turned toward the Indians, and gave his wild warcry, \vhich was so dreaded and well known among the tribes of the Northwest. The Indians halted for a moment, looked searchingly upward and returned an answering cry of defiance. But they saw the scout and the outlaws. It was to show his pretended force that Buffalo Bill had made them rise. He had driven the prisoners to obey him, thus gaining hi s point. The men saw that the man held the power to do as he threatened and from King to the meanest wretch of the gang they were subdu e d thoroughly. . Leaving them, the scout walked to lus barrier, and picked up his own trusty rifle. . The chief of the band h e noted through his glass, was a young man, large, and bedecked in a most gorgeous costume. He was mounted upon a fine American horse, as white as snow. Takinrr deliberate aim at the head of the white ani. mal, Buffa lo Bill pulled the trigger. It was a long range shot, a shot of warning, and it was an unerring one. The white horse dropped dead beneath his gorgeously bed ecke d rider. CHAPTER .:<'.'II. A GALLANT BAND. The deadly aim of Buffalo Bill brought the band of In dians to a sudden halt. T h e white h orse was dead, and the young chief was pinioned b eneat h hi s weight, so suddenly had he fallen. Warriors quickly dism o unted and drew him from be neath the d ead horse. while one brave led forward an extra nnimal and the s addle and bridle or the chief was put on h im.


IO THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. The chief was slightly hurt only, and mounted quickly. They turned to ride back out of range of that terrible rifle. What they then decided upon they would do, or at least attempt. But as they turned they saw the tall form of their dreaded foe appear upon the very edge of the cliff .. They all knew Buffalo Bill by sight. There was no mistaking that magnificent form. But what was he doing? Actually waving his sombrero round and round hill bead. They halted for a moment in their backward march, and then they saw him put his field glasses to his face. "Far-look eyes," they called the field glasses. The'scout had them to his eyes and. was lookisg down the valley. what he saw the redskins also saw. Buffalo Bill's "far-look' eyes were turneQ. upon a party of soldiers just entering the lower end of the valley. They were four miles away at least. The band of Indians had some three miles to reach the Tombstone Mound, where the remainder of their force was. They lost no time in starting to join them. In fact, they went off as one man, and in a sweeping run, while they uttered cries of wild disappointment and rage. Of course they supposed that the soldiers were the ad vance guard of a large force. Buffalo Bill had the same idea, and called out to his prisoners, with excusable exultation : "The troopers are entering the valley." The prisoners groaned in agony of spirit. Buffalo Bill kept his eyes fixed upon the soldiers. His face was a study, for he had made some discovery. What he saw seemed to puzzle him. "That is the boldest advance guard I ever saw in the face of a foe so numerous," he muttered. 1There must be a large force waiting in the timber at the end of the valley, though my glass does not show any. "Why, there is oply a couple of scouts, an officer, a man in civilian attire, and half a dozen soldiers, with several pack horses. "Their horses are jaded, too, but they are putting the spurs to them hard-ah the Indians have halted, seeing that they have no support, and the band is coming back to cut them off. "Now, ride for it, men, ride for your lives!" shouted Buffalo Bill. But his voice could not reach half the distance to the gallant little band. CHAPTER XIII. THE RIDE FOR THE CLIFF. Each man in the party of rescuers saw his danger, and noted well the distance they had to ride to the cliff, and the distance the Indians had to come to head them off. "It is chances even for us," said Winston, the com mander. And on the party flew, the pack horses being well driven up with the others. But the Indians were now urging their horses at foll speed. If the advance guard reached the cliff trail, the Indians knew that they were safe, for they supposed that the men on the cliff would open a deadly fire to sup port their climb up the trail. It thus became a question of life and death for the little party. Lieutenant winston and all with him realized this fact. "Don't falter, men I "Keep your horses well in hand and drive your spurs deep," came in the cool voice of the gallant young officer. "There stands Buffalo Bill, rifle in hand, and he will support us," he said a moment after, and added: "Now, Mr. Rockwell, you will be able to see the great est of borderrnen in action, and it will be a revelation to you." ''I shall be glad to see him, for I am strangely drawn toward the man, from all you say of him," replied Rupert Rockwell. So on the little party flew, and on the Indians came. To the coolly calculating eyes of the young officer it seemed that as he reached the base of the cliff the Indians would be upon them. To prevent this he decided to strike. a blow that would be felt by the redskins. ":Men, we will have to fight for it. "Get your carbines ready, soldiers." Lieutenant Winston spoke calmly, yet decidedly. He had determined to push the pack horses ahead with Mr. Rockwell, have the two scouts guard them, while he halted and delivered a fire in the face of the coming Indians with his half dozen cavalrymen. But just here arose a question, for Rupert Rockwell, armed with a splendid repeating rifle, and a man who had shown to all that he knew no such word as fear, replied to the lieu'"cnant's order to go to the front with the pack animals and scouts : "I am not one to be protected, Lieutenant Winston, at the risk of others. "I will fire with your men, sir." They were yet half a mile from the cliff, and the Indians were an eaual distance. Then all saw Buffalo Bill take off his broad sombrero, and wave it around his head, as a means of encourage ment to the little band of flyers. They answered with a cheer as they ran, and instantly followed the scout's wild warcry. This the coming redskins to. with mad yells, as they urged their ponies on. about Tombstone Mound were now seen several hundred mounted braves, ranged in line of battle. They were showing their force, having come down from the Mound. Another moment, and when within a quarter of a mile of the cliff, the lieutenant shouted : "Attention "Wheel into line and halt I "Ready, aim, fire !" Ten rifles flashed together, the men having obeyei;i the order well, and wheeled to the right into line Lieu tenant Winston also carrying a repeating r.iffe slung to his saddle, for he was fond of hunting.


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. II The teti bullets met the charging Indians full in the face, and ponies and braves went down. Momentarily the redskins were checked, just long enough for their foes to get again on the run, the sol diers reloading their carbines as they sped along. As they neared the cliff a loud voice rang out, as though coming from the clouds : "The trail leads up between those two large rocks. "Fire as you reach them, and then climb on foot, leading your horses. "I will do what I can to b eat them back!" "Ay. ay, Cody. "Three cheers for Buffalo Bill !" shouted the lieutenant. The cheer was given with a will, as the party dashed on, and all knew that a f ew moments more would tell the story. They were within a couple of hundred yards of the cliff, the redskins about one-half more that distance away, and, ten to one against them, matters certainly looked dubious as to their escape. The Indians, mad at the lo sses they had suffered, yet flushed with hope of revenge, were yelling like demons. They believed that their triumph was assured. Upon the cliff, looking like a statue, so still did he stand, leaning upon his rifle was Buffalo Bill. His eyes were taking in the whole situation. He was taking in the situation just as it was, and like a skillfu l general he knew just when to act. He had already brought the weapons of the outlaws to where he could grasp them quickly. Another minute and the order came: "Halt here "Fire!" They had reached the rocks, and hal ted together. All ten of the men fired almost as one. The leaden hail did good work, for the Indians were not a hundred yards away now, and coming with a rush. But the volley did not check other than the braves and ponies that went down under it. "Why does not Buffa lo Bill fire?" came in a gasp from Walter 'Wi n ston "s lips. No one could answer him. The horses were rushed betw een the two rocks for the steep trail. The pack animals went first l ed by Scout Ball. But the Indians were firing now, and three of the riding horses fell dead. Then Scout Sands threw his hands over his head and fell his length. Rupert Rockwell seized hi s body in his arms and bore him up the trail. One soldier then another, went down, and Lieutenant Winston received a wound in the arm. Another soldier got an arrow in the shoulder. Matters looked desperate now. All felt it, all knew it "'\ i\Thy doe s not Buffalo Bill fire?" again cried Rockwell. ''Vv'hv do e s not Buffalo Bill fire?" was once more asked. The answer came at once. The sc out bounded b e fore them, his arms filled witl.l fire:ir ms He had come d o wn lhe trail from the cliff. He had come to share the danger personally of those who had boldly risked their lives to rescue him. He was in their midst 'lOW, and had halted behind a boulder, breast high, that covered the trail. He had with him his own and the repeating rifles of Corporal Strong, King, and Bob Brass. Then, too, he had other rifles, those of the outlaws, and was weighted clown with revolvers. "'Mert, take these arms, and two of you reload your weap ons !" he shouted. The,Y gave him a cheer. Hope was renewed, and into the very faces of the Indians was flashed the leaden bul lets, doing work most deadly. The ponies went down, braves fell in numbers, and the force of Indians were hurled back like a giant wave striking against a rocky shore. They could not reach their foes, their comrades were dropping from their" ponies, and death was playing sad havoc upon all sides. CHAPTER XIV. THE RESCUERS RESCUED. The fight at the foot of the cliff trail was a desperate one With a score of.dead, and as many dying, while nearly half of their ponies had fallen, and their chief among the slain, the Indians, who had come on as recklessly as d emons turned at last in desperation and stampeded. It was a mad run for life with them now. But not a shot followed them. Buffalo Bill's command had been when they turned: "Don't add to the slaughter, pards "Don't fire on flying men!" "You are ri g ht, Cody. "But God bless you, old fellow, for the work you have clone, for you saved us," and Lieutenant Walter Winston wrung the scout's hand \vith ooth his own. The others, too, came forward, and the officer said: "Cody, I wish to pres ent you to Mr. Rupert Rockwell, a gentleman from the East, who has come out here on an important mission, and Colonel Hughlets sent me with him as an escort to find you, for he wishes you to go with him and aid him in carrying out his plans. "Mr. Rockwell you need no longer regard as a tender foot, after what he has done to-clay, for he is as good a pad as any one would wish in clanger." The scout and Rupert seemed to take to each other at once, and after seeing that the Indians were not to be supported in another attack by their comrades about the T ombstone Mound, the party began to look to their losses. Sands, the scout, and two of the soldiers were dead. T he lieutenant and two more of his men had received slight wounds, while three of the ir horses had been killed. "We will leave the dead here, sir, and can look after your wounds when we get upon the cliff where I have some prisoners to look after," said Buffalo Bill. "Yes, Pony Bob told me of your splendid achievement, Cody; but :ve'll talk that over later. "But, can we do nothing for the redskin wounded?" "A rittle, sir. perhaps, after we have seen to our own safety, for I n oticed scouts dash away down the valley yonder, and they have gone to see if there are other sol-


' 12 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. diers coming, and how far off they are, so they can attack us with their whole force if they have the time." "Ah, that will be bad." "Only so far as our having nothing on the cliff for our horses to eat, and I am out of provisions, sir." "Pard, I have plenty of provisions along; but the horses will have to suffer, I fear." "We can cut them some grass to keep them from.starv ing, sir; but first we will get all safe aloft." This was done, for the pack horses and other animals were led up the steep trail, one of them carrying a sol dier who had been wounded in the leg and could not walk. The dead were laid side by side behind a boulder, and then the party went up to the summit of the cliff. The prisoners already knew the result of the battle beneath them. They knew that all hope had fled fQr them. 'With scowling faces they watched the scout and his res cuers come up on the cliff, and they remained silent when Lieutenant \i\Tinston spoke to them. To the corporal he said nothing, and the fugitive mur derer remained silent and sullen. The wounds of the lieutenant and soldiers were dressed by Rupert Rockwell, who had received his degree of M. D., yet never had practiced medicine, though why he did not state. Taking the canteens, and a couple of the soldiers and Scout Ball with him, Buffalo Bill descended the cliff to the spring and filled them. They were all given water around, and holding up the heads of the horses, a canteen was emptied into the mouth of each one. Several trips were thus made, some grass was cut for the horses, and a little wood gathered for the building of a fire to cook a good meal. t'Jnder the guard of the three soldiers, the prisoners were relieved of their bonds for one hour, to give them relief and allow them to eat their supper. As thev all finished their meal, Buffalo Bill called out: '"The indians are coming to attack us in force." They were comingin full force from beyond the Tomb stone Mound, and a dread body they appeared. They rode in one vast mass, and they sang a war song as they came, their horses at a walk. The band that had been beaten back from the cliff was in the rear. Their wild, weird song was heard by those on the cliff, and yet no one held dread of the result. Buffalo Bill had said that a dozen men could hold that trail against a thousand. And they belided him. They were not a dozen men, only seven to fight, all told, and the Indians were not a thousand. But they had the cliff, they had had a good meal, and they were ready for the fight. They had, too, the weapons of the outlaws, and those of the soldiers and scout who had fallen. Then, too, Buffalo Bill had gathered several muskets from the fallen Indians, and nearly two score. bows and many arrows. These would come in well in such a battle. "Have lio fear, for we can beat them back, mark my ;words," Buffalo Bill had said. All the defenders, few as they were, felt co ; 1fidence. They had climbed the steep, zigzag trail. They had made a breastwork of rock across the edge of the cliff, wide enough to protect all, and it commanded the trail from base to summit. They were ready for them. All the weapons were loaded, the bows and arrows placed at hand, and small rocks gathered up and piled along the front edge of the cliff. There were four of the to be freed to use them. The chief of scouts had proposed that they should Not to be trusted with weapons they would have their legs still bound, with space between to move about, their arms free, and they were ordered .to throw rocks upon the Indian mass below. This would be a new kin,d of warfare, and very demor alizing, Buffalo Bill thought, to the redskins. Corporal Dave Strong had asked to be one of the four men. The scout had sternly refused, as had also Lieutenant Winston, to whose company he had belonged. Bob Brass had also been a volunteer. So had King . But Buffalo Bill had also refused. He selected the four men who had given him the least trouble. "Do your duty, men, and it will act in your favor at your trial. "Think what you are ordered to do, and I'll assure you that you will not suffer the more. "I shall keep my eye upon you, and the man I see playing off, and not throwing those rocks as they should be thrown and can be thrown to kill, I shall remind him that I am watching him by clipping him with a bullet." "We'll do right, you bet," said one. "You bet we does," another added; "we do jis t right." "It will be the first time you ever did, so it will be well to make the exception, if you don't wish a finger or an ear clipped off." The four men looked downcast at this threat, and one voiced the sentiment of all when he said: "I guess it's easier ter throw stones at lnjuns, than to nurse a gone finger or ear." "And it may be more than a lost finger or ear, for I am not just sure my aim will hold good, after the trouble you have all given me," significantly returned the chief of scouts, and the four men understood. his meaning but too well. In the meanwhile, the mounted army of redskins was nearing the cliff. CHAPTER XV. AWAITING THE STORM OF DEATH. It was a brave sight, indeed, to see that little band of seven men three of th em with wounds, standing at the rock breastwork at ?he head of the trail, and waiting to face a force of nearly a hundred to one against them. Seated on the cliff, a hundred feet from the breastwork were their forced allies, the four outlaws, who had their arms freed for the :work they had to do.


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES 13 T heir legs we r e b o u p d wi t h a walking space, so that they c ould move ab o ut r e a d i ly y e t no t nm off a l o n g t he cliff, though e sc a p e in that d irec ti on w a s impossib le. T h e st-eep t r ai l w as t h e only way of r e achin g or l e av ing t h e o ld h ome o f the Cliff D w e ller s u n less they sprang off from t h e dizzy h e i ght of several hundred feet By eac h o u t l a w w as a pile o f r ocks, ranging i n weight from t h ree pounds to t w enty and which w o uld be sure death to t h e brave o r pony w h ose h ead it drop p e d upo n About the base of the J iff t h e r e wo uld b e hundreds of Indians, w h i l e as m an y m ore would be crowding up the steep trail. With each pile o f sto n e s, numbering severa l hundre d, t h ey would p rove a m o s t able ally in the battl e of th_ e cliff, if t he four outlaws t h r e w t h e m a s t h ey w e re ordered to do. If they did not obey B u ffa l o Bill' s orde r s the y knew j u st what to expect. T h e r est of the g ang of o u t l aws envi e d the s e four, for they were free. T h ey had bee n i ied a ga in and could but wish that it h a d not b ee n so They we r e sulle n now, and al mos t hop e le s s of re s cue. So o ften h ad Buffa l o B ill foile d all .at t emp t s a t e sc a pe, all efforts a t rescue, they began to feel tha t h e was not to be d owned b y any d a n ge r, obs t a cle; o r numbe rs. "That man Cody i s no t to be w h i pp e d s a id King, dis c onso l ately 1 A stray b ull et may yet do the \VOr k fo r him, added t he more hopefu l Bob B r ass "The lead i s no t m i ned yet fo r t he b ull e t that will kill him. Corpora l Strong s a id '\i\Tell, I wish it were all over one w ay or an ot her, for suspen s e is worse t h a n hanging. K ing re j o in ed. ''Can't we get a sign t o those four lu cky devil s yon de r t o play off an d no t hurt a n Ind ian?" a s ked Do b B r ass . "Don 't \'OU kn o w t hey d a r e n o t w ith Buffalo Bill s eye tip o n the m ?" was King's rema r k. ''That is so, c aptain "An d m ore, t h e y will work to ple.as e Cody, for they will h o pe to have it help them on hanging day," the cor-poral said. So they tal ked o n w hil e the a dvancing redskins got so close to t h e cli ff, }hough ye t s o me distance off, that they c ou l d no l onge r see the m. They still heard the rum bl e of t h e p o ni es' h oofs ming ling with t h ei r s h r ill dis c ordant war son g, a s the y con t inued to still advance. "They look danger o us, l\.Ir. C o d y, s aid Rupert Rock well. ' Yes, and we wo uld find t h em terribly so, sir, if we were n o t up here, for no b e t ter p os ition c o uld be had for us." "Right you are Co d y, an d your w onderful knowled g e o f thi s country enabled yo u t o pick your fightin g places," the lieutenant rema r ked. "The T ombsto n e is t h e best p l ace sir, if w e had a l a rger for c e to d efen d i t, a s the r e is wate r, w o od and grass the r e 'Here we cou l d n o t stan d a v e ry l o n g siege without giving up, but fortunately help will soon be here a n d I only hop e it +.rill be force enough ''I wis h now that I had ridden out while I cou l d t o m e et the c ommand and send back for more soldiers." "You would have had to take desperate chance s to es c a pe from the valley, Cody, and dodge the scouts sent by the Indians." Yes, lieutenant, but I think I could have made lt, and I fee l certain tha t the Indians we see are n ot all ther e are to c o me, for that is the old head chief they call Colonel Coyote and when he leaves his village he h a s a thousand braves or more within close call of him." ''I hope, indeed, tha t Co l onel Duncan has sent a large forc e and h e would quickly do so if he knew o r s u spec t ed that it was the old chief, Colonel Coyote out on the war path, for we all kno w what that ancient red devil is ca pable of, C o dy 1 "He lov es to fight pal e faces b etter than anything else on e arth," wa s the r e p l y of Buffalo Bill In the time that this conversation was going on the Ind ians had advanced to within range of the repeating rifles o f the paleface s 13ut there was no desire to sh o w what they could do They cm1Id wait u n til n o shot w o ul d be thrown awav upo n the crowded mass of red riders. The w o unded r edskins had craw l ed near to the cliff t o g et out o f the way of the coming braves. T h e y had f e lt the p ower of the whit es, and they knew that a d es p erat e ba t tle mus t be fought to subdue them. thc>.t the numbe r of d e ad and wound e d would be large ly add e d to But they had h o p e in their comrades they would win CHAPTER XVI. A DEATH STRUGGLE The Ind i a n s rode b o l dly forward,, th e ir wild war i>Ong r e aching the ea rs of the few on the cliff to oppose them, y e t blanching no che ek, causing no tremor of fear. Those w e r e brave men there to face the odds against them. Even Rupert Rockwell seemed not in the least d i s turbed, though such scenes were doubtless new to him. Buffalo Bill was quiet and wa t c hful, ye t not in the least d is turbed, if his face was a criterion of hi s feel i ngs. Exp e ctin g the palefaces to open at long range, t he r ed sk ins h e ld their r e ins in hand and we r e ready fo r a grand d as h the m ome n t a shot was fired. Du t no sh o t came. Lieutenant \Vinston had sa id: 'This is y our play, Cody, for I aQ.1 onl y an aide r and abett o r in this fight. 'Run it to s uit yourself and call upon me to do what I can to help you, and yo u know that means t h ose with me. "You h a ve done much phenomenal work thus far. I wish y o u to keep it up. ''Thank y ou, l ieu t enant, and I know well what I may exp e ct in y our a i d. ' I s hall n e t fir e on the Indians until they attempt to c o m e up the t r a il." "I believ e it is bes t, and then do quick and d e adly work for that will tell.


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "Help from the fort should be here by sunset at least." "I only hope help sufficient will come, sir. "See, those reds are puzzled because we do not fire upon them . "They as uneasy as cats in a strange garret, I can see." 'fhe Indians were singing their war song, but every eye was upon the cliff. All seemed to be waiting for a surprise. They were now almost under the shadow of the cliff, and suddenly, as though to break the suspense of the palefaces, they uttered one wild yell and dashed up close to the spur. Still there came no shot from the cliff. The redskins were certainly uneasy. The old chief shouted an order, and his braves dashed between the rocks to ascend the trail on horseback. "They don't like climbing," said the scout dryly, and he continued : "I'll let the outlaws open the fight. "Ho, there, stone throwers, start in on your work, for if you can stampede the gang it will save many lives." The four outlaws set to work with a will. Four large stones went flying over the cliff, followed by others in quick succession. There was a whirring sound above the Indian's heads, and right into the crowded mass of humani1y the de2.dly missiles began to fall. The shock was terrible, and for a moment it seemed as though this novel mode of warfare would stampede the band. Warriors fell from their ponies with crushed skulis. Ponies went down 'vith broken heads All were momentarily thrown into a panic. But the thunder tones of the old chief, Colonel Coyote, rallied his braves, and thfy moved out of range of the stqnes, then made a rush for the steep trail. Then Buffalo Bill shouted: "Now let them have the lead!" There was a volley of firearms, followed by the crack ing of the repeating rifles rattling forth their deadly discharge. The braves went clown by the half dozen, an

THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. The old c hief knew now tha t he had to fight, and to do so succ essfully h e 111ust se ek the T o mbstone M ound. 1 lnstantly h e thunde r e d forth his orders to h i s braves, and there w a s mounting in hot haste by all save those he o rde,re d to c arry off their wounded and dead com r ades. But t his was n o e a sy task, and the Indians found that if t hey could carr y t he w ounded with the m they would accomplis h much. But the so l diers h a d alrea dy discovere d them, a n d were forming i n l ine o f battl e t o thus advan c e They looked i n large force t o t he r edsk ins but see n from the cliff, Buffa l o Bi ll knew j u s t h ow many there were, and said : T h ere is but one troop. ''If are not following, Lieutenant \ V in sto n it w i ll be a wipe-out for them. "I will go and meet them, s i r, so m essenge rs can b e =-ent back for 1 einforcements, and t h a t t r oo p m u st m ake a bold bluff to get h ere for prot e ction, a s Col o nel Coy o t e is rapidly getting more war r i ors, yo u s ec, and Buffa l o Bill pointed to \vhere ban ds were coming down the v;-i lcv. The h orse was quickly saddled and b r i d led a nd Lieutenant \Vi nston said: "Let me go, Cody, for you ca nn o t be spar ed h e r e "No, sir, I will go, for i t may be that I s h a ll have to ride on to the fort, as I know the shor t c uts .11 Cailing to his horse to follow him, Buffalo B i ll started down the steep 'trail on foo t He knew if discovered the I n d i ans w o u l d divine his motive and try to head him off. He was long ill being cl:scoverecl, and fully a hundred warr!ors were thrown forwar d t o i n t e rcept him. But he continued on d own t h e t r a i l reac h e d t h e d ead braves that blocked it, and rode ove r the m and furthe r down had to leap across the s l ain ponies H e re and there he saw am i d the slai n brav e s a w o un ded one who had not been c a r rie d off by his c omrades in their hasty flight, and he had j us t t ime t o cry out i n the Indian tongue : "If you let that fly I w ill k ill you !" The Indian warner h The Indians were riding at full speed, straight across th e v alle y t o h e ad him off. Co uld they d o it? T h e troop o f cavalry was c o min g up the valley along th e b as e o f the range. and toward the cliff, for they had seen the sco u t' s s ig nal there. T h ey w ere at a trot, and co uld s e e that the Indians were a ss embl in g about T om b s ton e Mound in very large for ce They had h eard and seen the fight about the cliff and the r e treat. that the Indians were returning at a run, a band clo ubltn g the troop in numbers, they could not under s ta n d i t, unless the redskins meant to cut them off. At this Captain Sands smiled gtimly. A hundred braves would do little against his troop he w e ll knew. S uddenly o ne of the scouts of the troop called out: "There i s a h o rseman yonder coming toward us at full s pee d." "That i s what those fellows are riding for, to head him off,'' said Captain Sands, and he raised his glass to his eves and shouted : "It is Buffalo Bill! W e must ride for it!'' The troo p uttered a cheer as one man and at once their horses were put to a gallop. B uffalo Bill was seen, meanwhile. to put his horse to hi s full speed and he fairly flew along the valley. T h e pace was a terrific one, and the watchers on the cli ff shouted with admiration.


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. The race now became a gantlet, indeed, and all realized it, the scout, those on the cliff, and the troopers. The braves were lashing their ponies and yelling like demons, as they believed they would head the scout off. But the horse Buffalo Bill rode was the fleetest on the border, and he went like a bird. The scout was seen to raise his rifle, as he drew nearer, and then shortly after a puff of smoke shot from the muzzle, and the sharp, ringing report was heard. Down went the ponies, but no brave fell, that was seen. "Cody is killing the ponies. "It serves just as well, and he is ever merciful," said Lieutenant Winston. ,. The band of horsemen were not checked, however, but came on like an avalanche. The soldiers were yet over half a mile away, the scout could press no further to the right, as a ravine ran there, and the Indians were !fOt three hundred yards from him. If they held straight on they would very nearly head the scout off. It seemed a desperate moment for the scout and he knew it. Suddenly he wheeled his horse to the left, and darted away straight toward the Tombstone Mound What could he mean. There Wi!S halting quickly by the Indians, turning about, and then a race back the way they had come. But the scout had gained much while the Indians were halting and turning in disorder, and again turning his shots upon them and bringing down the nearest ponies, he bore away straight for Tombstone Mound, wheeled suddenly, and started down the valley toward the troop, It was a most clever ruse, and successfully executed, the redskins howling in rage at having been outwitted and showering upon him a fire from their guns and bows. But, though the bullets flew thick, none touched him, and, as he sped on, his foes now had to tum to face the troop. "Halt! Fire!" were the orders from Captain Sands, and as the carbines rattled the troop was given the further command : "Charge!" But the volley had been a deadly one, and the Indians were in full flight at once, while Colonel Coyme was bringing other braves up to attack the troopers. ''Have you a courier to send back for reinforcements, sir, for the Indians are a thousand strong and more to come?" shouted Buffalo Bill, as he rode toward the troop. "Tro6ps are coming, but I will send a courier, my brave Cody, to hasten them on. "Do you know a place to which I can retreat?" "Yes, sir," and as Cody dashed up and halted by the side of the captain, while the soldiers gave him a ringiug cheer, he continued: "To the cliff yonder, sir, and which you can hold against ten thousand Indians; but the courier, sir!" "He shall start at once," and one of the best-mounted men of the troop was called up and given his orders as to what he was to tell Colonel Duncan, but, if he met a force on the way, to report to the commanding officer, and leave it to his discretion as to what was best to be done. Off went the courier at a run, while, turning to Captain Sands, Buffalo Bill, who had been watching the move ments of the Indians, said: "Now, sir, you will have no time to Jose in reaching the cliff, as it will be well to halt to water the horses and fill canteens before going up. "Old Colonel Coyote is the chief of that band, and he is determined to throw his whole force upon you, and his braves are desperate now." CHAPTER XIX. THE RETREAT. Captain Sands knew that Buffalo Bi:! was seldom at fault in his prognostications of Indians' intenti o ns. He was aware that the scout understood the situation, and he at once gave the order to ride for the cliff at a gallop. At the base a halt was made to fill the canteens and1 water the horses, and as fast as the latter drank they were run up the steep trail to the top. Lieutenant Winston meanwhile had had the men lead the animals already on the cliff down to water, and refill the canteer)s, while each was allowed to crop a few mouthfuls of grass. This gave them a hold against starvation. Some dry wood was gathered by the troop at the base of the cliff, and as fast as the men could they took posi tion among the rocks to fig-ht back the redskins, now charging upon them with full fQrce. Buffalo Bill had asked for half a dozen men to be sent to the top of the cliff, to report to Lieutenant Winston and fight from there with the outlaw guns, while he re mained below. The men th.at led the pack animals up and the horses of the troopers did this, and all were in position to give the Indians a check as they advanced. "Well, Cody, you have had hot work here, from the looks of the dead braves and ponies," said Captain Sands. "Yes, sir, it was red-hot for the Indians, but' we were com para ti vely safe." "You deserve o be, fighting the odds you had to." "You have now tremendous odds to meet, also, sir, for there are a thousand reds yonder, if there is one." "And you think there will be more ?" ''Yes, sir, for Colonel Coyote always travels with a small army. "I guess he wanted to make a grand sweep of it before he retired from control of the fighting forces, for the younger chiefs are anxious to come to the front ; but here they are." Buffalo Bill stood by the side of Captain Sands, b e hind a boulder, and where every man could be seen by them. The troopers were scattered about on the steep side of the hill, behind rocks and where they could do deadly execution with their carbines and with revolvers should the Indians come near enough. Each man knew this danger, and that it must be a fight to the death. "If they gain the base of the cliff, sir, the mei1 can re treat up the trail, While Lieutenant Winston on the sum mit can protect them," Buffalo Bill had said.


THE BUFFALO STORIES. 17 Each man had be e n therefore given his orders as to just what he was to do, should they not check the red. skins at the first volley. The redskins we re now in a mass, rushing directly for the cliff. They felt confident that the fifty troopers and the men on the cliff were a ll that they had to deal with, and twenty to one aga inst them, they were determined to wipe the palefaces out Colone l Coyot e the old chief, was determined to end his career in a blaze 0f glory, or fall there on the field, and thus atone for his defeat. His braves were with him heart and hand. "Now, sir, they are coming within good range," said Buffalo Bill. Captain Sands gave a glance at his scattered men and shouted: "Throw no shot away, men f "Fire!" The carbines flashed and the leading braves and horses seemed to melt away. ,, But on they came. "We cannot check th em here, sir, but on the cliff we can. "\Ve can cover the retreat with the officers' repeating rifles, those of the four scouts and mine." The captain saw that :Buffalo Bill had covered the sit uation well. Nothing could ch eck that tremendous force from car rying the position, and so he ordered a retreat up to the top of the cliff, just as the mass of redskins were near its base, and were throwing themselves from their ponies to make the climb to where the soldiers were. The order was give,1.1, and the tro o p er s began to run for the trail which they had been told was not wide e nough to allow of more. than two men abreast. With his own rifle, for the officers carried s uch weapons for sport, he had two lieutenants and his surgeo n also armed with them, while in addition there were four sco uts in his command, b e longing to Buffalo B ill' s Rangers in Buckskin, as they were called. These rifles, with that of the chief of scouts, made nin e of these d ead ly weapons to cover the retrea t 6 the sol die r s with. And nobly these nir::e men stood their ground and p umped th e lead into the faces of the Indians, thus giving the soldiers good time to retreat. But still the redskins came on, and the weapons were empty Showers of arrows, ::ind bullets from the rifles and m uskets of the redskins that had them filled the air. Several of the soldiers in the rear fell and then one of the lieut e nants. Next one of the scouts dropped d ead, and the revolv e rs we re drawn and emptied as the' little band retreated. But just then from over the cliff came showers of rocks, and Lieutenant 'i\'inston was h ea rd distinctly as he orde red: "Now cover the retreat of those noble fellows From the cliff came pouring down a rain of bullets, and the redskin s about the captain and his little party were cut down by the score. "Now we can rwi for it, sir," cried Buffalo Bill, and, carrying their dead with them, the men began to climb. But just then Captain Sands reeled and fell, wounded at the same time by a bullet and an arrow. Instantly Buffalo Bill sprang back to his si'de, and raised him in his arms "Leave me, noble Cody, and save vourself," said the wounded captain. "I'll carry you to the top, sir, if you are dead when I get there," was the plucky reply of the scout. CHAPTER XX. THE FIGHT WON. Buffalo Bill kept hi s word, for h e carried the wounded captain to the top of the cliff, and Rupert Rockwell and a number of soldiers came bounding down the trail to help with the dead the little band was carrying. Close upon them came the panting braves, and there were hundreds in number, but strung out all along the steep trail two abreast. Seeing that Captain Sands had fallen, Lieutenant Winston ralli ed the troopers as they came up, and carbines were hastily reloaded and two lone men stood ready to defend the summit of th e cliff. Others were placed with the four outlaws to hurl stones over upon the crowded mass of redskins below and to gather more of the deadly missiles to throw over, and aid th em in the work of death. The scout relinquished the wounded captain to his men, and wheeling quickly reloaded his repeating rifle, the o thers of his little party doing the same. Then did the Indians discover their fatal error in mak ing that desperate charge, for they were fairly mowed down while yet a hundred yards from the goal of their hoped-for triumph and revenge. They could not stand that galling fire of d e ath. Ko human nature could do that, while upon the heads of their comrades below fell the hail of rocks. \Vith wild yells of hate, terror, revenge and despair, they surged back from the fatal cliff, and those on the trail turned back again in a stampede. 'C ease firing!" shouted Lieutenant Wins ton as he sa w the wave of humanity surge back in retreat, and Buffalo Bill said, admiringly: "You are the kind that make great soldiers, lieutenant." "Thanks, Cod y I appreciate the compliment from you, but I could not fire upon my worst foe with his back to 1ne." The firing ceased suddenly, the rocky rain no longer fell, and upon the plain a thousand braves were ftying for their lives from the terrible carnage they had rushed into, leaving a hundred or more dead or dying com rades, and as many ponies, as a proof of their splendid courage and how well they had done their duty. The moment of the r e treat Buffalo Bill had gone with Lieutenant 'i\!inston to see Captain Sands. The surgeon of the troop had a.trendy extracted the from his hip and the arrow from his shoulder, and said that the wounds were not fatal. The dead had been collected, and were a lieutenant, scout, and half a dozen soldiers, and the thorough dis cipline was not long in getting all in perfect order in a


18 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. very few m.i.nutes, Rupert Rockwell c,levoting himself to the wounded along with the troop's surgeon. "I Ef'Uess there are some of the Indians you can belp, as soon as y<;Ju have finished here," said Buffalo Bill. "With ple;isure, Mr. Co

THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. wish yo u to harves t the c ro p of tare s y ou have gathered.'1 . "They will be safe s i r a n d I ll dela y until we see w h a t Chief Coyote is abo u t, fo r pow I thin k of it, he is not the redskin to r etreat a n d l eave a hundred d e ad and wounded braves beh ind him, w h e n h e has a show of avenging them.'' "You met M r R ockwe ll, yo u t o ld m e Cody?" "Yes, sir; he is on t h e cliff ." "Then you must know, now I c ome t o thihk of it, that his mission is an important one, for h e is in s e arch of a brother who came west and joi ne d t he b and of Gold Dus t Jim's g o ld-mining outfit "Yes, sir, arid he said t h a t h e h ad r e c e iv e d a lett e r, written over a month ago, but n o t sig n e d sa y i n g that his brothe r was held a prisone r b y a b an d o f o u t l a ws up in the Sunset Range, and if no t fou nd h e a n d oth e rs would be s l ain, unless they gave up t he sec r et of whe re their gold was hidden "That is just it and t his M r. Rockwell brought strong l ette r s from office rs o f th e army E as t urging Colonel Duncan to do all he could to aid him and hence Winston was sent ou t with him to find yo u an d you were to go on the searc h for this miss i n g outfit for the letter stated that two me n o r one could s e cure the p arty where a large force could no t .'' "So I u nderstand sir, a n d th e l ette r further said that by going to a c e r tai n cliff upo n the Overland trail, that we would find fu r t h e r di r ectio n s th e r e tho ugh how or what was not made known." "Then, Cody, in t h e fac e of thi s, a nd as del a y might prove fatal, it will be b e s t for you to leave with M r. Rockwell to-morrow, an d s e e wh a t you can find, while we will within a s h ort di s tance if you need aid, or, escaping w i t h the ou t la w pri so ners a r e pursued.'' I expect you a re right sir, for th o u g h Mr. R o ck well has not urged i t, I h a v e s ee n the d e la y has tried him greatly. I will s t art w i t h h im to-morro w, sir, but I w ould like t o ask you to sen my p r i so n e rs th ro u g h to the fort to night, for one o f my sco u ts and two soldi e rs would be g uard enough." "Bring them h e re, a n d the y shall go through,'' was the answer CHAPTER XXII. THE FATAL A MBUSH. Buffalo Bill r etu rned to the cliff as the shadows of night sett l e d in t h e v alle y T he soldiers sen t b y Major Burba nk had already r eached the camping -plac e near the base of the spur, and \.Ver e going into camp w i t h pl enty of grass, water, and wood at hand: The troop of Cap t ain Sand s h a d c o me d o wn from the cliff to join them, Li e u tenant W in s to'n r e m a ining in com mand of the h o m e of the Cliff D w ellers, where the wounded cap t ain an d other s w e r e with the d e ad and the outlaw pri so n e rs. About the T om b s t o ne Mound all w as darkn e ss. All knew that t h e Indi a n s we r e the re h ow ev e r, and a double line of sent i ne ls wa s pl a c e d ab out the camp. Far down the v all ey g l eame d the c a m p-fir e s o f Major Burbank's me n, and up o n the cliff a fire had been lighted of wo od carri e d up for that purpose, by which supper: could be cook e d. Arriv ing at the camp, Buffalo Bill sent several of his scouts to patrol the distance b e tween the two camps, well m owing that Indian scouts would creep in to kill any one passing to and from the cliff to the lower end of the valley. Upon his arrival upon the cliff, Buffalo Bill found that his p r i s oners had been humanely freed from all bonds, a s they were under guard, to give their cramped limbs a rest. They had also been given a good supper, and were turning in for the night when their captor arrived. "Men, I am glad you have had a couple of hours' re spite from your bonds, and also a good square meal, for y ou have a long ride of it before y ou to-ni g ht,'! said Buf fal o Bill. "That means that you are afraid the Indians will whip your whole force to-morrow, so intend to run off night, sneered Bob Brass. "It means that the force under Burbank will remain here to whip the Indians in the morning, and more troops are now on the way here to drive your red friends to their ; but you go to-ni ght to the fort, so I'll prepare you t o r your ride now "Tha t hangs us pards," s ai d B q b Brass, and several of the gang groaned. C a lling two of his men to aid him, Buffalo Bill had the hands of the prisoners s oo n firmly bound again, and the n s t arte d down the steep trail, their horses having been already taken to feed in the valley a couple of hours be fore. 1 Bidding Captain Sands good-by, and telling Rupert Rockwell to await him in the camp below with his own and his pack horses, Buffalo Bill mounted one of the ex tra horses, to give his own a rest, and the prisoners being now bound to their saddles he started with them for the encampm ent of Major Burbank, accompanied only by one of his men in guard, whom he intended to s end throu g h to the fort with the captives and the two s ol di e rs who were to form the rest of the guard on the long night trail. He had ridden about half the distance and had passed two of his men on the watch, when, as they were winding atound a group of boulders along the ravine which the sc o ut had ridden in his race for life in the afternoon.. two shots flashed forth, almost under the feet of his horse. Dead from his saddle fell the man in buckskin riding by the side of Buffalo Bill. While the horse of the chief of scouts sprang up into the air and fell backward upon his rid e r. With his rifle slung at his back, and the startling and sudd e n death of his comrade, his own horse falling an(!. catch ing b e n eath his weight, Buffalo Bill was unable to gras p a revolver. In fact, to have done so would have been his death, as a man bounded toward him, firing a revolver as he did so and crying: "This ends y ou, Buffalo Bill, and now, pards1 you are free!" A yell burst fro 1:n the prisoners, a man spran& upoa


20 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. the horse of the dead scout, and another appeared, mounted and leading another arriv al. With a yell the prisoners greeted their rescu e rs, and ere Buffalo Bill could free himself from beneath his dead horse, tile two men had clashed off \Vith the outlaw band they had evidently been on the watch to try and save. When Buffalo Bill st a g g ered to his feet, bruised and half dazed, the prisoners were disappearing in the dark ness and out of range of a r e volver. He swung his rifle arow1d from his back and brought it to his shoulder. But instantly he lowered it, and said : "I am suppos e d to be d e ad, for that f e llow said he c;:nded me. "It i s best that they think so; but I am a rather lively corpse they'll find out yet. "Those two bullets the fello w fired came pretty n ear ending me, one just grazing my h e ad the other glancing upon my belt bt tckk : but a m iss is as go od as a mile. "But wasn t I lucky not to rid e my own horse? "Ah, my p oor comrade Ball, they have done for you and he knelt by the side of the s lain sc o ut. A bullet had pierced his brain. Hearing coming sh c ts, he sprang to his feet. Then up da s hed from two directions two hors emen. They were his scout sentinels, and they called out together: "Ho chi ef are yo u there?" "Ye s pards, and the pri s oners are gone to join the Indians, rescu e d by two men who were in hiding here among these rocks and kill e d p oo r Ball. "They shot my horse, and he fell upon me while one of them gave me a few sh o ts that w ere cl o s e calls and went off with that g ang of gallows fruit. "It was well done, and plucky; but they hi t us hard in killing our comrade here. ''I'll borrow your horse, Dan, and g o in to report to Major Burbank that my prisoners have escaped me anJ Scout Ball has been killed." Mounting the h o rse, Buffalo Bill admoni s h eC: the t w o scouts to keep a bright watch, and then rode on to the camp at the end of t he valle y It was a cruel, a bitter disappointment to him to know that he had lost his prisoners, after all he had to do to capture and hold them; but he took it coolly; and riding at a g allop came upon another of his men, and to him told the story. "I heard the firing sir, and was going to see what the trouble was." "It's all over now, Betts. ''Keep a bright lookout, and I'll return this way soon," and Buffalo Bill rode on to the camp to report his mis fortune to Major Burbank. CHAPTER XXIII. THE NIGHT TRAIL. The report was made to Major Burbank 0 the loss of the pnsoners, and the scout then said : "I feel confident sir, that old Coyote is rec;eiving more reinforcements constantly during the night, and these es caped outlaws add to his force by a dozen desperate men, counting the two who mad'e the clever rescue from me." "It may be so, Cody, and I am co nfident that you k now be st," answ e r e d the maj or. "No w, sir, the man they c all King is a very abl e fellow, I feel c ertai n, whil e bot h Co r p o ral Strong and Bob Brass are splendid allie s and can advi se the o ld c hief just what to d o ." "That i s s o and bad advi c e for us they wHI give him " Yes, sir, for the y know our exact for ce "They do?" "Yes, sir, a s the y h eard a ll that was said when they w e r e upon t he cliff. "True." '.'Your forc e i s a large o n e, Major Burbank, were the Indians on l y a thous and i n num b er, but if they double that, why yo u will be put upo11 t he defensive." I fe e l sure of i t "Now, m a y I ma k e a suggesti on, sir?" Certain ly fo r all you r advice I c ertainly k"TIOW the w orth of, Co d y." "It is n o t yet t en o 'cl oc k, a n d as you w i s heJ. me to go on with M r. Rockwell to find Gold Dust Jim's camp, I thought I wo uld r eturn to the cl iff for him, get my own hors e and h is p a ck ani m als, and then start directly on the t rail toward th e fo rt.'' ''T o the for t ?" "No, sir toward the for t for I know a short cut I c a n m a ke t h a t will saYe me over a dozen miles, and bv t aking it I ca n h ead off the r einfo r cements corning to VOU "But wh v h ead t hem off?" "To g ui de them off this trai l by a flank mov e men t to t he head of thi s vallev and t he n hem the r edski n s in be t wee n t h ree fir es, as it were, counting the command at the cliff. think I begin to see your pla n ." "It w ill take us until noon to get into position, perhaps until ni g ht, fo r i t is o w ing to t.he d is tance away the coming relief forc e i s A n d yo u mea n that I a m simp l y t o make a bluff of a ttack i n g t h e Indians, t o h o l d t h em i n w-ieck u ntil the re lief r e a ches t h e h e ad o f the valley?" '' Y e s sir, fo r yo u w ill n o t be strong e nough t o venture fa r fro m your c amp at the fort h e re, and1 I c an send a c o urier to yo u t e llin g w h e n and w here I r each the reli ef, and about the ti me it w ill take u s t o r eac h the heaJ of the v alley, m ak ing it a spe cifie d time fo r yo u r atttack, with the cl iff fo r ce joi n ing yo u and t h e las t arrivals to c o me in at the p ro p e r m omen t to aid you.'' Cod y y o u are a b o rn general an d if you r plan is car ri e d out, if o nly a hundred me n and a couple of light guns come to our aid we w ill g i ve these r eds ki ns a whip p i n g they w ill lon g r emem b er-yes the Tombstone Mound wi ll serve as a mon u ment to many an Indian brave. But, w h a t about Mr. Roc k well?" "He will g o w ith me sir, for w h en we reac h the head o f the vall ey we will b e th a t much upon ou r way towa r d the Sunset Rang e, where Go l d Dust J i m i s supposed to b e " Right yo u art; bu t se nd me word by one of your sc o uts of just the force that is in the relief a n d all other information y ou d e em n e c e s sa ry. "I will, sir, and now I mus t b e off.


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 21 "Again, Cody, I must express my sympathy for the loss of your prisone rs, after all you did to capture and keep them." "Thank you, major, but I hope to catch them again," and Buffalo Bill spoke hGpefully. I trust so; but 1 am glad that it was no worse, and that your life was spared." "I a l ways seem to b e in luck, sir; but you will send for the body of my poor pard, and allow me a horse to ride back to the cliff camp ?" The necessary orders were given and the major warmly grasped the scout's hand in parting. A t a r apid gallop Buffalo Bill rode back over the trail, leading the horse he had bo'rrowed from one of his men, and arriving at the spot where he had so nearly lost his life, he found the scout awaiting by the body of his dead comrade. A short halt there and he pushed rapidly on to the cliff camp, and quickly tol d Lieutenant Winston, who was talking with Mr. Rockwell, just what had happened, and what his intention was. "Well, Cody, your fortunate escape is worth a thou sand outlaws' escape, so do not mind it ," said the lieutenant "I have a sneaking id ea, sir, that I shall get those fel lows back again," replied the scout. "I hope so, indeed, and I b eliev e you are the right way about it. I shall keep the way open between my camp and Ma jor Burbank's, and you may be certain it will be sweet music to me to hear your rifles at the head of the valley, for, like you, I believe Chief Coyote is collecting a large force; but I will not detain you now." Rupert Roc kwell and the scout were soon after in the saddle, having had a substantial supper, and with the pack animals of the former in lead they started on the trai l that was to prove of so much importance to all. Passing through Major Burbank's camp just after midnight, the scout set the pace and led the way by the cut-off trail, which would save him all of a dozen miles on his way to meet the reinforcements coming from the fort. CHAPTER XXIV. BUFF AL 0 B I,L L'S LUCK "Look there, M r. Rockwell !" "Yes, Mr. Cody, camp-fires!" "Yes, sir, and it is what the boys call 'Buffalo Bill's Luck,' for we have come upon the relief command just as we are turning into the regular trail, so we will be able to quickly be on the march for the head of the valley." "You are lucky, Cody, as I have noted in our short ac quaintance a score of times." "I b elieve I am, sir, for somehow I escape many a bullet aimed to kill me." "And ma y you always do so; but that appears to be a large force." "Yes, sir, I have b een looking it over, and from the camp-fires would say there were fully two hundred men." "Then that means a wipe out for the Indians?" "If we strike them right it does, sir." "Lieutenant Winston seemed to think their force would be doubled bz morning." "So I think, sir; but with five hundred soldiers to meet them, we will quickly win, especially as we will have four wheel guns, as the Indians call the cannon, for I suppose yonder force has brought artillery along." The two had been ritiin: along fer over two on their Eack trail thrcmgh the tiarkness, and they had come upon a hill, fre>m which they haci 8.iscovered a number of camp-fires a couple of miles away. The scout knew that it was the camp of the relief, and congratulated himself upon coming upon the command so much sooner than pe had anticipated doing. On the two rode at a trot, and, knowing how anxious Rupert Rockwell felt to be on the trail to rescue )lis brother, Buffalo Bill said : "Now, we will not be delayed much longer, Mr. Roclc well, for as soon as we get the relief into position at the head of thevalley, we will strike off for the ranch of the Gold Dust Tim outfit." "I shall be glad when we can, Cody, I assure you; but I would not do anything to prevent you from render ing valuable service now when your presence is worth so much. "The truth is, my brother left home to make his own way in the world unaided, and because he was under a cloud with our father. ''After he had been gone a year, the secret out that he had shielded a friend in a crime, and was not guilty as accused. "This friend was caught in a lawless act one day, ar rested, tried, proven guilty, and sent to prison for a long term of years. "His private papers fell into the hands of his sister, whom my brother Ramsey greatly loved, and she, dis covering through them just who had been the guilty one, came to my father and told him all. "Father at once sought to find my brother, but died soon after, and left him half heir with myself to all his wealth, where he had cut him off without a legacy even, when he had believed him guilty. "As SQOn as I could settle up the estate, l set to work to find my brother, and at last got a trace of him in the far West here, so started out to look him up. "Receiving my mail, forwarded to the fort, I found an unsigned letter addressed to me, telling me that my brother had gone out with Gold Dust Jim's Gold Hunters, he, with others, were held by outlaws for ransom, and to be put to death, if it was not paid or, rather, they did not make known where certain treasure was hidden. "Now, Mr. Cody, you know just why I wish your aid, and am anxious to find my brother before harm befalls him, and I have perfect confidence in your ability to dis cover and save him, and will show you the letter I have with the directions given by the writer." "We must find him, Mr. Rockwell, and I will tr; and show that your confidence in me is not misplaced,'; said the scout. They had now drawn near to the camp, and a sentinel, hidden in a clump of pines, sang out sharply: "Halt! Who goes there?" The scout answered the challenge by giving his name, and they were soon taken to where Captain Keyes, the commander of the relief force, was having J.


22 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. for he had only halted for a couple of hours in his rapid march to aid those sent before. The captain greeted Buffalo Bill warmly, and having met Rupert Rockwell at the fort, extended also to him a most cordial welcome. Then he heard the scout's report, condoled with him upon the loss of his prisoners, and congratulated him upon the rescue he had accomplished thus far. "You have certainly had a hard time of it, Cody, and you, Mr. Rockwell, wm soon become a thorough border man the way you have beg1m, and in our chief of scouts here you have the ablest tutor upon the frontier," said Captain Keyes. Then he added : "But to my force, Cody, that you asked about. "I have three troops of cavalry, two companies of mounted infantry, four light guns, and ten sr.outs, three hundred in all." "Good! then there is nothing to fear, should old Coy ote have five times your force, sir." "Do you think I had best 5end a guy. and a troop to Major Burbank, Cody?" "A gun and a troop would be just what the major woukl need, sir, and one of the scouts can guide them there by dawn. "The Indians would not know of their arrival, and I would like to send a ahead, sir, so that Major Bur bank would know of their coming and could dispatch one of his :uns to Lieutenant Winston at the cliff, for that would eqalize matters." "The very thing, Cody. "But as to ourselves, now?-" ''You can move in half an hour, sir, and I will guide you to the head of the valley, and we can get there in six hours' hard march and surprise the redskins, hem ming them in between three fires." "We'll do it, and we will move within half an hour, Cody," was the answer of the gallant captain. Just on time the command was on the tnove, the for Major Burbank going straight on the trail, and Buf falo Bill riding by a flank movement to the head of the valley. CHAPTER XXV. THE BATTLE IN THE VALLEY. The scout led the command of Captain Keyes at a brisk pace by a very passable trail. The men had been pleased that Buffalo Bill was to guide them, for all had perfect confidence in the chief of scouts. That there was trouble ahead, that the Indians were in large force, that something had gone wrong, they well understood, else five hundred men would not have been sent so quickly from the fort. They soon were on their way, and crossing a stream soon after, a halt was called for breakfast. Buffalo Bill pushed on ahead with his dozen scouts, and strung them out in a line back to the command, each one making a well-defined trail that the soldiers might follow readily. Another halt at noon; then Captain Keyes would go on slowly, awaiting reports from the chief guide. They soon came-that the Indians were attacking Ma-jor Burbank' s torces, as the firing could be h eard over the mountain. Buffalo Bill saw by the trail that more Indians had gone into the valley than he had thought, so he sent a scout back to hasten the command on. Buffalo Bill was then in the upper entrance to the ley, and leaving his horse he climbed a steep hill for a survey of the situation. The main force of Indians was about Tombstone Mound. Large numbers of braves had been thrown out on each side to harrass the two camps of soldiers as much as possible. There had been a rush up on each camp, but the p on ies '.lnd dead braves scattered about showed that it had been repulsed. "They did not attack with all their force but found out the strength of the soldiers, and are preparing for a grand charge. "Yes, they ha ve considerably over two thousand warriors here, and they are now moving to the attack. "Captain Keyes must push on, or they may overwhelm both c ommands in the valley, desperate as they hav e b e come from their losses and thirsting as they do for re venge. Ah! there comes he captain now." Hastening down to the trail again, Buffalo Bill met Captain Keyes and Rupert Rockwell, who had ridden to the front with him. "The men will soon be up Cody. What have you dis covered?" "We have a large force to fight, sir, and-hark!" they are moving now with every brave upon the two camps!" The yells of the savages were deafening, and the thunder of the troops of ponies could be distinctly h ear d. Another moment and the three light guns began to open from Major Burbank's and Li eutenant Winston's commands, and then followed thf rattle of rifles and car bines. The fight had begun. \Vould the Indians sweep ov e r the brave bands of sol dier boys before help came up? No! Into sight came a troop of c ava lry, then another; then the mounted infantry and the guns. They came .at a trot; they wheeled into line across the valley, a gun upon either flank, one in the center; the mounted infantry, dismounted now, protected the flanks, and they came just in time. The hundreds and hundreds of warri ors were pressing the two forces hard now, and it had come to a fight for life, inde ed, for the old chief, Colon e l Co yote, was willing to lose five hundred warriors to wipe out the foes the r e before him. Interested in the battle before them, and w ith the din of battle in their ears the r edsk ins, a hundred in num ber, most of them wounded the res t a guard left at Tombstone Mound, did not see or h ea r the r eserve party in their rear unti l a volley from the infant ry mow e d the m down. Then upon the crowded mass of braves and h orses in the valley the guns opened. hurlingshells in their midst; the Tombstone Mound was ca rri e d, a nd th e position gained for a stronghold. all the outfj.t of th e Indian :mny thus being captured. anJ that fateful lin e of ba ttl e upon the rear of the fighting \varriors attained.


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. The infantry fired deadly rounds; the carbines of the cavalry flashed incessantly; the guns roared death from their rifled rims, and the old chief, who, a moment be fore, h a d victory almost in his grasp, saw his braves go down by the score, saw them turn in dazed fright, beaten, demoralized, and crowding together in dismay as they knew not which way to turn. They were hemmed in, and the soldiers were throwing a band of steel about them, for Major Burbank and Lieu tenant Winston were advancing to meet Captain Keyes! Old Colonel Coyote was struck by a shell and torn to pie ces; other chiefs fiad fallen; still that circle of steel pressed clo ser and closer. Suddenly a horseman dashed to the front and rode to ward the redskin band then huddling together with des perate res o lve. The horse man was Buffalo Bill .. CHAPTER XXVI. THE T\vo CHIEFS. "Cease firing I" The orde r came from the commander of the guns in Major Burbank's command, from the captains of the cav alr y and from those of the mounted infantry. The orde r was followed by Captain Keyes and Lieu t enant Winston, also willing to stop the carnage, and, as Major Burbank was the commander, his order was quickly carried out. The horsem a n rode straight toward the Indians crowded together in the center of the valley, silent and

THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. He had not been c ons ulted, in fact could not have been, as matters then were. Captain Keyes must have had some g-ood reason, 1Ia jor Burbank thought, for ordering Buffalo Bill to do as he had. Lieutenant Winston had the same thought. But Captain Keyes was as much surprised as was Major Burbank, for the chief of scouts had acted without his knowl edge A couple of scouts had been seen to dash up to Buf falo Bill, a hurried consultation had followed. l\Tajor Burbank just then had ordered his men to cease firing, and then the chief of scouts had ridd en with uplifted hands toward the Indians huddled together and preparing for some desperate move. This was all that was known, and events following were watched. Every eye was up on the two chiefs who were to fight the duel then and there for mastery. The young chief, Red Bear, sett led himself well in his saddle, gave his defiant warcry, and went at his rival with deadly intent in his eye. The other prepared to meet him, poised his lance, and the two chiefs met. The lance of one was struck up, the keen point of his foe pierced his brea s t, and he was hurled backward from his saddle. The victor wheeled his ponyf faced Buffalo lbiU, and, riding slowly toward him, Lifted his hands above his h ea d and cried: "My people lay down the hatchet! Let my white brother prove that he speaks with a straight tongue." "Pa-e-has-ka is glad. He has spoken straight. He will bring the white chief to speak with him." Wheeling his horse, Buffalo Bill dashed straight off to where I\lajor Burbank was seated upon his horse. "Major Burbank," said the scout, saluting as h e rode up, "I have to report, sir, that the Indians, now under young Chi e f Red Bear, have surrendered. "I acted as I did, sir, without ai1thority, as two of my sco uts reported that fully a thousand more warriors are 011 the march for this valley, and not twenty miles away, sir!" "By heaven, Cody, you did just right! I'll guard the passes into the valley at once, Captain Keyes' force the upper one, mine the lower one, and \Vinston as a support. Now I will go and arrange with the chi ef." The major gave the neces13ary orders to go into camp in the passes, but the men to keep their arms ready and r e main in line of battle. Then he met the Chief Red Bear, and it was arranged that the Indians were to camp in the center of the valley, upon a small stream, have their outfit sent to them, arid provisions given them from the soldiers' supplies. TI1ey were to collect their dead and bury them; the white surgeons were to care for their wounded, and, after a few days they could start on the way to their villages. This attended to, as nig ht was coming on, a couple of the guns, a troop of cavalry and a company of mounted infantry were slipped qui etly away to the head of the valley and placed there to meet the coming warriors, while a scout who spoke the Indian tongue well, accom panied by two of the redskins captured in the first attack of Captain Keyes upon Tombstone Mound, were sent off to meet the band that wa s corning and t ell them what had happened, endeavoring to tnrn them back to their village. This had been Buffalo Bill's suggesti o n to Major Bur bank, for, did the large band arrive, they might influence an outbreak of those who had subm itt ed, feeling confident in their increased strength to overwhelm th e so ldi ers. After most anxious h o urs of waiting the scout returned, accompanied by one of the Indians who had gone with him, and a chief and half a dozen warriors from the coming band. They had heard the sad story, and the chief had come to see for himself the exact truth of the. situation. He was fully convinc e d, as the scout whispered to Buf falo Bill: "There are not two hundred able-bodied warriors in the lot, Chief Cody, the rest being old men and bo ys. They only come to get booty, as th ey were sure that old Chief Coyote was going to wipe the palefaces off of the face of the earth." Then, Charlie, this inve s tigating chief will be only too glad to get off and rep ort to his peopl e the situation, takin!,i great credit to himself for brin ging his command back in safety," said Buffalo Bill, adding: 'Now I am about us ed up, but must start at once with Mr. Rockwell on our trail to find Gold. Dust Jim, for if I leave camp by day I may be followed by some of these redskins." CHAPTER XXVIII. AGAIN IN THE TOILS. To the surprise of the officers and the the es caped outlaws had not been found among the Indians. If the y had joined them at all, and this they must have done after their escape, they did not remain with them. The braves professed to know nothing about them. Buffalo Bill, however, was determined to have proof, and each one of his scouts had been ordered to go among the braves looking for white rriep painted and rigged as Indiarrs, but not one had been found. "That fellO\v, King, is cunning and clever, and kn ew wlien to for he was well aware that more froops were on the way, and that the redskins would be bagged or severely whipped, so he skipped. We will next hear of them at their old work on th e trails," said Buffalo Bill. "You are right, Cody: but now I desire to express to you my great appreciation of your most valuabl e ser vices," sa id the major commanding. "But for you Captam Keyes wo uld not have r eached u s in time to save us, and by leading him to the h ead of the valley. you s iniply hc m m d in the Indians. "By your boldness in going to m ee t them, you forced their su rrend er, and then checked the advance of the oand coming to their aid. ''These services you have rendered all of us, and your government. while befor e my coming, you certainly did a great deal for L ieu tenant Winston, then for Captain Sands, while your capture and keeping pos sess ion of your


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. prison e rs a s you did, was a m o st remarkable act of h eroism e ndu ra n ce and n e r v e unequal e d "Now you a re g oing up o n a ve ry dangerous trail, and I w i s h t o l e t you know b e fore you go, and in the pres e nc e of m y brothe r officers anci Mr. R o ckwell, who is to b e your c o mp a nion, jus t what we soldiers, one and all, thin k of you." B u ffa l o B ill d o ffed his sombr e ro and bowed low at the ve r y comp l i m enta r y words of Major Burbank, who a d d ed : L e t m e s a y that I s end a c o urier to-night to the fort wjth a full r e p or t to C o l o nel Dunc a n, and you are the o n e to w h om I gi ve full cred it for all that has been ac com p lishe d. "Now, as y ou d ee m it best to start to-night with Mr. R ockw ell, I say goo d b y to you both and wish y ou good luck. We w ill a t l eas t be here for som e days, should yo u hav e t o c a ll u po n us for aid." I w ill r e m e mb e r it, sir, and I hope to have to do so," re plie d B u ffa l o B ill "for I hav e not given up the idea of cat ch ing t h ose o utlaws a g ain." Ten m inutes l ate r Buffal o Bill and Rupert Rockwell rod e o u t of t he v alley l ea din g th e ir t w o pack animals. "We will g o a d oze n mil e s, Mr. Rupe rt, then to see tha t we a re not foll owe d. If n o t shadowed, we will s e e k a go o d c amp and have the r e st we b o th so much n e ed," Buffalo B ill exp l aine d. After a ride o f a coupl e of hours Buffalo Bill turned o u t of the trail to a c anyo n w h e r e he knew there w as a g o o d camping pl ace, and l eav ing R o ckwell to unsaddle th e h o r ses, stake th e m o ut a nd s pread the blankets, he r eturne d to lie i n ambu s h upon the trail to see if they had b ee n d ogged from Tombsto ne valley. For t e n minute s the scout had been in ambush behind a b o ul der u p o n the trail, hi s r e volver and rifle ready, and l ariat b y hi s side, w h e n h e s a w a horse and rider coming toward h im on the trail l e ading to the Sunset Mountains, the sa me t h a t he a n d R upe r t Rockwell were following. The man cam e on s lo w l y but Buffalo Bill felt sure he w a s followi n g hi m Another moment and the s cout's lariat had been thrown un erring l y an d se t t ling ov e r the head of the rider, it was draw n ta u t, whi le, w i t h a b o und, Buffalo Bill grasped the r e in o f th e sta r tle d h o r s e and a re vo l ve r held in the other h an d c o vered h i s m an "Surre n de r o r die "I surr' end e r, B uffa.lo Bill fo r it se e ms my fate to be l ed t o t h e gailows b y you ," was the quiv ering re s p o ns e Ah! Yo u are Co rporal Dave Strong?" "Yes. "An d your outlaw c om rades?" "De se r ted me; l eft me, am o n g the Indians." "Ho l d ou t your h ands for th e s e iron s ." T h e man obeyed CHAPTER XXIX. THE MANACLED MESSENGER. The s pi r i t of t he c a ptured corporal seemed crushed, and h e obeyed the sc o ut as meekly as a lamb. It w as a g r eat surprise to Rupert Rockwell, of course, bu t exp l a n a ti o n s followed and the scout proceeded to quest i o n his pri s o n er. "Now, Strong, I want the truth from you. Who aided those outlaws to escape from me?" "Two outlaws, members of the band, who found out from the Indians that their comrades were your pris oners. "They suspected you would send your prisoners to the fort at night. They laid an ambush for you, and you know the rest." "They did not remain with the Indians?" "They left yesterday, and so deserted me. I remained with the Indians, intending to live with them; but finding that you had them hemmed in, escaped. "I took the trail after the outlaws, but camped and saw you come along, for I knew you even in the dark. "I then followed you, sure that you were upon the outlaws' trail, and that more was to follow, so I made up my mind I would get ahead and warn them, thus mak ing myself solid with them. 'They have gone to Sunset Mountains, where the man you know as Bob Brass has a retreat and some allies. I do not know where this retreat is, but I intended to fol low their trail." "Dave Strong, I believe you have told me the truth, and I feel sorry that I cannot in some way repay you. I f ee l sorry for you; but my duty is to take you back to the fort, if I can get you there, and then I will say all in your favor I can if you will aid us now all in your power." "I thank y ou Chief Cody, but I do not expect any mercy. I killed the sergeant in a fit of anger, and then had to take the life of the se n tin e l to make my escape. "I will not be an'y both e r to you, though you know if I can esc a pe I shal1' do so." Buffalo Bill and Rupert Rockwell made the man as comfortable as they could; then they turned in for the half dozen hours of sleep they so greatly required. It was sunrise wlJen they awoke. The horses were watered and stak e d in fresh grazing ground, a fire was built, a good breakfast prepared and eaten, and then they started upon the trail once more. So sure had the now elev e n outlaws been that the Indians would drive the s oldiers back to the fort that they had made no attempt to cover up their trail. Noting this fact. and conscious that he could track the outlaws to their lair, Buffalo Bill decid e d to make an ef fort to sen d back word for aid. He did not wish to be hamp e red with the corporal, and gl ancing at the prisoner as he dre w rein, he said: "Strong, I am going to s e nd you back to the command on m y horse to bear a m es sage to Major Burbank." ''You will trust me, then?" "In a measure I must and what you tell the major will get far toward gaining mercy for you in your trial. ''1\II v hor s e is a s obedient and sensible as a human be ing. r will change your saddle and bridle to him, and dispatch him to the camp. "He will go there at a gallop, and, ironed as you will be, and ti e d to your saddle, you cannot check him if you would. "You are to tell Major Burbank to send my scouts after me, twenty of them at least, and, if he will do so, have Lieutenant Winston also come along. "They are to follow my trail. I will mark it well, and either Mr. Rockwell or myself will head them off on it.


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "If the major cares to send a surgeon along, also, I will be glad to have him do so for I anticipate red work. "I shall write thi s all down and pin it upon yo\U" oreas t, in case some Indian might put an arrow in you, for my horse will take you to camp, dead or alive." The letter to Major Burbank was written, pinned on the corporal's coat, and his saddle having been put upon Buffalo Bill's horse, the intelligent and faithful animal was led back on the trail, turned loose, and then told to go to camp with his manacled .rider. .. At once he started off at a gallop, apparently fully understanding what was expected of him. CHAPTER XXX. FOUND. The manacled messenger started back for camp; Buffalo Bill and Rupert Rockwell started on their trail. The Sunset Mountains were just before them, and along their base ran the stage trail, and the coaches only went each way once each two weeks. One was due, Buffalo Bill knew, upon the following day, and he felt sure that the outlaws would hold it up, as it often carried considerable gold. The two men went along this stage trail, which the outlaws had also used, for their tracks were plainly vis ible It was well on in the afternoon when the scout drew rein. "Look there!" he suddenly cried, pointing to a cliff a short distance off, and near which stood a man. "Come! I can catch him with my lariat if he remains where he is unti l we get near him; if not, a bullet will halt him." "He has not disc o vered us yet, you think ?" ''Not yet, and he seems to be very deepl y e n gaged in cutting into the cliff." They pre s sed on to ward the cliff but the man con tinued hi s work, n o t se eming to hear the hoof falls of the horses. As the y approached closer the man was seen to be roughly clad and uncouth looking in the ,extreme, with hi s unkempt hair and b eard. More, they saw that the man was cutting into the soft stone that formed the cliff the word s : "Save us--'1 That was sufficient to show that the man could no t be a v ery dangerous character, or one of the outlaw gang; so Buffalo Bill called out: ''Ho, pard you r e quest i s an s wer ed, for we are h e r e to save you!" The man started, droppe d the instrument he was work in g wi th, turned quickly, his face blanched with fear, and beh e ld the two horsemen. (kc l oo k he gave, and then from his lips broke the cr y : r ::er is answered You are Buffalo Bill !" .. ,.( !J.1t I fail to recall where I have met you before, "Lotldt:' r please, for I am quite deaf!" J tho u g h t, and Buffalo Bill repeated his words. l a S()!di e r at Fort Kearney when you w e r e there; : l 1 w11c

THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. CHAPTER XXXI. . CONCLUSION. Buffalo Bill returned to camp in the night, and found Rupert Rockwell on guard. "I have been to the outlaws' retreat, and at a distance have seen them. They are all there, King, Bob and twelve others, fourteen in all. They are preparmg to hold up the east-bound coach to-morrow. "They are in a canyon, t_wo entrances that are mere crevices in the cliffs, but it widens out when you get inside. 'We can approach by each end, or go <:!own by foot by way of the cliff, the trail Ned Roberts comes goes, and which the outlaw who wrote that letter told lum of. This trail on e man can guard, so no escape can be made by it. "Hemmed in, they will fight hard, but we will have a dozen more men, and every one of the bandits will be killed or taken prisoner. "I also found that King is a man who was known in the Red Willow mining settlement as Rex Ridgeley, and dis appeared, Bob Brass coming to take his cabin, while he went into the road agent business. "If my scouts arrive to-night we will make the attack, for delays are dangerous." It was just an hour after that the quick ear of the scout detected the thud of hoofs. Quickly placing himself in hidina on the trail, he heard a voice say: b I "We won't go no further to-night, but camp 1ere. "Lieutenant. Winston!" "Ay, ay, Cody! I know that voice!" "My horse went true, then, sir?' "Indeed he did, for here we are, Surgeon Taylor, twenty-one of our scouts, four soldiers and myself, twenty-seven all told." "Good! For, with Mr. Rockwell and myself, we will double the band in numbers." "Have you discovered anything?" "Everything, sir." "Excellent; but how lucky you captured the corporal; but who killed him ?" "Was he dead?" "Yes, he had been shot through the head." "Poor fellow _though it was better so; but he left us all right, sir." "So your note to the major said, but you have come m on the run into camp, as though frightened." "Some Indians1 doubtless, shot him, sir; but, shall we make the attai;.:k to-night?" "At once, if you wish." "Yes, sir ; it is best." In ten minutes the little command was on the march, and after going several miles Buffalo Bill showed where they were to divide their forces, Lieutenant \i\Tinston go ing with one party. A scout and a soldier were led to the trail down the cliff by Buffalo Bill, who then went around with the rest of his men to the other entrance to the canyon. Leaving their horses in the entrances to the canyon, with one man to guard them, the two parties, under Lieu tenant Winston and Buffalo Bill, led the way to the cab ins, and a loud knock at the doors was follqwed by : "Turn out, men! The prisoners are escaping." It was Cody who spoke. The doors opened, and the outlaws came swarming out. It was a quick, sharp, deadly fight, men going down on both sides, killed and wounded. But it was a complete triumph for Buffalo Bill and his men. Bob Brass and six outlaws were killed, while King and the others, several of them wounded, were taken pris oners. The attacking party suffered the loss of a scout and sol dier killed and half a dozen others wounded. In one of the cabins, apart from the others, were found the thrne prisoners, Gold Dust Jim, Ramsey Rock well, and Ned Roberts, and happy indeed were they at their release. Half a hundred horses and some booty were the results of the victory, while that day the prisoners led the way to where they gold was hidden, and i.t was carried into the camp of Major Burbank, along with the prisoners and captured horses. The Indians then had taken up the march for their villages, carrying their wounded, and as there was no longer need for the troops to remain in the valley' the march was taken up for the fort. This, Buffalo Bill's toughest trail, made him more than ever a hero and the idol of the army on the frontier. With the execution of King and his followers the Mounted Gold Miners were wholly wiped out. The Rockwell brothers started upon their return East, where Ramsey soon after married the woman he had ever loved, and whose confession of a brother's crime had taken the shadow off of his life. In their happy homes to-day Ramsey and Rupert Rock well often entertain as an honored guest the great Scout of the Border, the man whom they knew as he was in all his bold deeds and adventurous life, and often tell of the terrible trail he followed in his pursuit of the Mounted Gold Hunters of the Overland. THE END. Next week's issue (No. 87) will contain, "Buffalo Bill's Tenderfoot Pards; or, The Boys in Black." How a couple of tenderfeet in the Wild West became the of Buffalo Bill,. together with their adventures fighting outlaws and Indians, will be told in this story, which is full of thrills and interest all through.


Now then, boys l It's up to you! Send us your dreams and win a prize. For full particulars, see page 3t. A Bear Dream. (By Edmund A. Kellogg, New York City.) One night I dreamed that I was playing about in my bathing suit with a friend of mine named Ralph. W c were playing tag, and I was "it." Just as I was going to tag Ralph a great number of bears filed up and began chasing Raiph and myself. Ralph saw a vessel out at sea and called, "Come on, Ed, lets swim out to it." So we jumped into the water and started to swim, but the bears followed us, and were just going to catch me when I awoke. A Simple Dream. (By Charles Kennery, Milford, N, J.) It was a dark, rainy, dismal night, and I retired early and I soon drifted away into dreamland. I fancied a com,panion and myself had become sepa rated from our friends and guide up in "The Great North \Voods." I imagined we were treading our way through the woods and could hear the bark of wolves, and thought there were all kinds of wild animals around us, but not near enough to us to do any harm. I thought, as we were moving hopelessly around, we came upon a deserted cabin, in a small clearing, and that we entered, glad to get in shelter. As we entered, we thought we heard a groan coming from some one insicle, and hurried to where we thought the sound issued fr&m, and, to our astonishment, found an old man suffering for food, and as my friend had a small lunch with him, he gladly effered it. The old man almost grabbed it from him. We stayed there that night with the old gentleman, and next day our friends and guide upon us, but, best of all, imagined the old gentleman was the father of one of my friends, who had been reported dead for a coupl e of years, and just then I awoke and laughed to myself at the experience I imagined I had just passed through. A Tragedy in the Upper World. (By Ray F. Anson, Lockport, N. Y.) It was in the city of S--, N. Y., in which there was to be a great event known as the N. C. Fair, which lasted three days, Thursday, Friday and Saturday, Friday be ing woman's day. And it was this day that I was to as cend above the clouds in a ba.lloon with a chum of mine, being an Irish man, who was superstitious, and bad luck to them who told him he would never come back, but land in-the Halfway House. So he came to me and said, "1 will not. go in the balloon with you, for Mike s:i.ys I will never come back," and for me to get some one else. This happened at one-thirty P. M., and we were to ascend at 2 P. M. sharp. So I asked a good many of my friends to go up with me, but they all had their girls and couldn't leave them, bad luck to them. So I called for volunteers, and out of thousands only one man responded, so I had to take him, though I did not like his looks. So we put on our suits, for it was time to ascend, and it was getting cooler and looked like rain. As we got into the basket they cut the ropes and as we shot in the air there was a great shout beneath us, but it soon died away. And as we ascended, the man who had volunteered to go. with me, kept throwing out the sand-bags till we were so far above the clouds that I had to don my fur coat and also replace my cap with a fur one, but still he had nerve enough to keep throwing them out. I was so scared that I could hardly speak. I think it was on account of the cold, but finally I plucked up nerve to ask him how much further we were go ing, at which he only laughed, scowled, and then said to h--. And then I saw he was frothing at the mouth,


l'HE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. :lllelicved one of them, Mars, to be inhabited. I ans w ered in the affirmative, whereupon he started off, saY1!1.I': C4mc on I have a contrivance, which I con sfruetee i.)Bdt, bi means oi which I can overcome the at traction that the earth has for it and whatever is con nected to it, provided lt is not too and '.When we


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. are i n the carrying car of this contrivance, which will be starte d t oward th e pian e t Mars, we shall move right on unti l we co m e t o the planet where we can stop." \ V e c a me u p o n this inv e ntion of his a short dist!.nce fro m whe re we had been t a lking. Stepping into the car, whi c h wa s of st ro n g basket-work, he inquired if I was rea dy I told him that I was, and he blew a whistle. Imme diat ely after he had given this signal, we were started off b y an un s e e n powe r and we flew through space at a fr ig h t ful velocity. After trav e ling for quite a length of time, we came to M a r s, a n d there i t was inhabited, as he had thought. T he inh a bitan ts, h o wever, did not differ much from the p eop l e o n our own world; although we could not under s t a n d their language or read their books, for they had a sy s t e m of writing. In general, though, they were very muc h t he same as our earthly inhabitants. They treated us ro ya lly and c o nveyed us in carriages, drawn by curiou slop kin g a n imals as far and in whatever direction we wi s hed t o go. M y fri end had a camera, and he took a number o f pictu r es. A m o n g these pictures was one of the carriage in w h ic h we had been riding. We began to think that it was abou t time to start back, so we collected a lot of curiosities, and, p a cking them away in our conveyance, started. It did n o t take us very long to reach home, and I awo k e, saying: "\Va it a minute and you will see the books and some of th e pictures. My Adventure With a Mountain Lion. (By J. L. Rosebaum, Crown Point, Ind.) My little dog Jip and I were out one day in the wilder nes s o f t he C a tskill Mountains, when all at once we heard a loud cracking of twigs and bushes. Jip was shivering, and I was not far from it, even if I did have a .30 magaz i ne rifl e But I gave a jump when I saw that huge thing c o me out from behind some large rocks. I rai s ed my gun to my shoulder and aimed, at least I thought I did, and fired. This missed, and the beast thundered down at us. The dog ran and hid, but I just s aid, "Either I or the beast must drop," and I pulled once more and this time hit it in the shoulder, enraging it more than ev e r. It jumped at me with force enough to have killed an ox had it struck. I just stepped aside and let it p ass Then I took good aim and fired once more, and killed it. I was just ready to skin it and sell the skin w h e n I woke up. Say, but I was mad when I found out that it was only a dream. My Advmture With a Robber. '(By Charles W. Martin, Martin's Ferry, Ohio.) I had been absent from home about five years. During that tim e my mother had moved from the country to the cit y of W--. I had never been in this city before, and, of c o urse was anxious to wallt around and see the sights. I was s trolling along the streets one bright after noon, wh e n I discovered I was in the slums of the city. I was walking a1ong looking at the dirty buildings and the dirty mass of human beings moving to and fro like huge rats. Suddenly I was confronted by an old lady. She said she was lost., and asked me if I would show her to No. -Tenth street. I told her I was a stranger in the city, but I would help her try to find the place. We started, and had walked about two blocks when she said she would like to stop in a store a few moments. vVe walked a little farther, and came to a dirty-looking store. She said she wanted to make a purchase, and asked me to go in with her. She walked into the store and I followed, but I had no sooner got inside the door than she turned around and seized me by both wrists and pulled my arms behind me. Just th e n a man jw11ped up from behind the counter and started to go through mv pockets. He took my pistol and then took out my watch and started to unfasten my chain. I decid e d it was time for me to do something, so I yelled, "Fire!" with all my might. The yell startled the old woman so that she let go of my wrists. I then gave a sudden jump backward. which knocked the old woman flat on her back. I then gave the man a blow straight from the shoulder, which sent him spinning against the wall. I then made a bound for the door, which was not locked. I got ont on the street and ran about a half a square. I looked back, but could see nobody following me, so I walked on home. Mother was upstairs when I got home, so I sat down to rest and thought I would tell her my story when she came dgwn. I had been sitting there about a half an hour when I heard a knock at the door. I went to the door. A man was there with some books. He said he was a book-agent, and would like to show me his books. He was the same man that had robbed me of my pistol an

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