Buffalo Bill's crippled crew, or, Sunflower Sam of Shasta

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Buffalo Bill's crippled crew, or, Sunflower Sam of Shasta

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A \A/EEKLY PUBLICATlON H 'l&TOFtV L SWC d Weekly. ]Jy $2.JO per year. En/end as Second Class Matter at New York Post Office /Jy S!'REET & SMITH, 2,J8 U'i!/ia111 st N. Y No. 90. Price, Five Cents. GRASPING THE HAND OF THE NOW WHITE-FACED RUFFIA N WITH HIS RIGHT HAND-, BUFFALO BILL C LUTVBED IN HIS LEFT A S\IIALL DERRINGE R PISTOL.

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A WEEKLY PUBLICATION DEVOTED TO 60R.DER HI S.TORY Issued We..l!O: B y Subscription $2.$0 Per year. Entaed o i S S econd G1.:JSS Ma'!er a t!JC N. Y. Po?t Of}'ice, b: STREET & SMITH, 2]8 William St., N Y. Entered acc ording to Act of Congress i n lite yea r IQOJ, in t/Je Office oj lite Librun:m of c:o1lg?'ess Wasitingto1l, D. C ,, No. 90. NEW YORK, Janu ary 31, I90J. Price Five Cents. BUFFALO BILL'S CRIPPLED CREW; OR :.1 Sunflower Sam of Shastao By the author of J4BUFFALO BILL" CHAPJ:ER I. MIDWINTER IN DEATH VALLEY:. Death Valley-so called from a superstitious belief among bordennen that every explorer who entered it was doomed to die i n a mvsterious manner-was one of the dreariest, grimmest -app earing spots on the western fron tier. It was 011 the extreme border, beyond the uttermost confines of civilization, and owing to its unsavory nam'e and reputation was as bare of inhabitants as the great ) Sp.ndy Desert. \ It was shunned alike by redskin and white man, miner and settler, outlaw and honest settle r. The Western winter-an unsually cold one-bd trans formed Death Valley into a white expanse of sn0w. People on the trail through the snow to and from Y el low Dust City, a nearby mining settlement, who looked to_ward the deserted spot shuddered as they thought of l the dreadful fate that must befall any human being lost in that white wilderness I And yet there were human beings there. I What would have l ooked to a passe r by like an oddly shaRed mound of snow was in reality a retreat, half .. 1 shanty, half cave, built against a cliff-a snug shelter for men and hors es. 1 Within a fire burned brightly, the smoke escaping through a deft in the rocky wall of the cliff against which the shelter was built. Around the fire was grouped a curious-appearing.lot of men. Two of the figures that showed out in the flickering firelight we re well known to all bordermen. They were Buffalo Bill, chief of scouts-at present at tached to the frontier post of Fort Rescue, and his partner, the surgeon scout, Dr. Frank Powell. The other men, seven in number, were a sorry-looking crew. Every man of them was crippled. Some lacked :. hand and some lacked a foot. They had exidently undergone some mutilation re c e ntly, for their stumps of arms or legs were all freshly bandaged, as though the wounds were not yet quite healed. These men-who later became famous throughout the borderland as Buffalo Bill's Crippled Crew-had suffered a terrible wrong at the hands of some of the inhabitants of Yellow Dust City. They had formerl y formed a band of men known as the Blue Belt Bri!
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I THE BUF.FALO BlLL STORIES. ( ,by the fire with a bandaged stump to indicate where his old man-Old Rhubarb is the only name I have ever right hand had been. heard him called by. Owing to a number of crimes committed in Yellow "He is a quack. He could never do suc h neat work. 2 Dust City, the Blue Belt Brigade had been ordered out of Here's sornething we might identify the doctor b y, I the town b y a body of volunteer vigilantes under th e leadthough. Did you notice whether the masked man who l ers hip of a well-known border character, who, owing to amputated your members wore a ring. the fact that his shirt was ornamented with imitation sun'By Jove! he did," cried everal of the Crippled Crew f!ower9' and that he hail ed from the neighboring settle-at once ment at Shasta, was known among the miners and fron-''It was a massive gold ring with a large ruby in it,' tie r smen as Sunflower Sam of Shasta. 1 said \\Tait 'Webster, one of the band, "and he appeared to He had ordered the B lue Belt Brigade out of town be the leader of the masked men. He had two assistants. saying that altho ugh they might not have been guilty of one who s e emed to know hat he was about and one who the crimes charged against them, that it was considered s e e med inexp e rienc e d and who shuddered when the surbest for the peace of the community. geon cut into the flesh. He had supplied the outcasts with food and blank ets "\Vas there no reason g iven for this mutilation?" bought their claim from the1n at the magnificent price of "There was," said Burt Boyd. "They told us that they $100,000, and although several desperadoes led by a were punishing u s for our crimes, and that they were tough citizen named Sca l plock Sam had order s till giving us a chance for life/' to curry favor with the better element in the settlement" Did none of his men raise a word against his act?" that the Blue Belts be hung, they had been permitted to asked Buffalo Bill. star.t off with their money. . ''Not one, sir, that any of u s were aw<1.n; o_f?" They had headed for Death Valley, being forl:iidden to "You were fifteen in number?" go to any settlement. "Yes, s ir." they had been overtaken by a band of masked "Now you are seven?" men w!'lO, robbmg them of all they had, mutilated then-1 ' Yes, Mr. Cody. as has been told and Jeff fhem to die in a blizzard which "Eight of u s have gone under." was the sad reply had come up. "\Veil, we will talk it all over to-1i1orrow, again, and : They woultj have died had not Buffalo Bill discovered see if we cannot happen upon other clews, for I shall go t hem in the sn9w and fo11ght his way to Fort Rescue in from here to Yellow Dust City. order to get provisions for them. "And to-morrow I will have something to tell. you all, He. with abundant supplies and accompanied by Frank and we can compare notes,., said Buff alp Bill, a nd soon Powell, had returned to the aid of. the seven members of after all had turned in for the night. t he Blue Belt Brigade who remainecL alive, eight having did from their hardships. In spite of the cold and snow. the two scouts made the seven poor outcasts comparativ ely comfoi;table in t he shelter they had hui lt for them. Then they started o 'ut questioning them in order to find out if pos sible the identity of the masked men \vho had committed the of maiming as well as robbing them. Both felt that whatever the crime of the injured men had been, they deserved no such punishment a!; had been upon them. Both felt that it was their duty as government scouts to brin'g to justice the l\1en who had done such an outrage, "How many men wei e there in the party that robbed you?" asked Frank P9'!'ell of Burt Boyd, the leader of the Crippled Crew. . "Twenty-seven," said Boyd, "and they were all thor oughly masked," "Ha.!" exclaimed .Buffa !? Bill. "the .same day that I found these outcasts 111 the snow I also' discovered another party of men lost in the blizzard. They said that they w : ere min e rs that they had got1e on a prospecting trip and that they had lost their way in the snow. I g uid ed them to Yellow Dust City. They were just twenty-seven in number." "'The work of amputation done on the.5e men," said Dr. Frank Powell, "is the work of a skilled surgeon. Is there any such in Yellow City!''' "Yes," said Burt Btfyd, "-there is a doctor there -:--an CHAPTER It. A SECRET TO TELL. Kew life had been infused into the band of Blue Belts by the coming of Surgeon Powell and Buffalo Bill, the supply of food and the warm clothing theyhad receivt1d. The dressing of their wounds, and tfle that was now before thern, inspired the sufferers so that they ap peared like different men the ne;x:t morning "This cabin is all very wel l pards, for a makeshift, but not for a winter abode. "It will be the very place for the horses, bt not for you. "I can swing an ax pretty wel1, and we'll set to work upon a cabin at once, said Buffalo INJ. Go o d trees were selected and quickly felled by the scout, his way of ' swinging an ax pretty well, ' as he has exp r ess e d it. winning the admiration of all . The men who .had been l eft their legs intact amon g the Blue Belts drag g e d the Jogs to the side Qf the cliff. where Surgeon Powell wa busy building a chimney of rocks. By noon the chimney was finished, enoug-h logs had been cut for the cabin and all was going rapi c!ly, the men who had their arms, but were minus a leg, making rude tables and benches In the afternoon the cabin was put up, Save \he .roof. The next day the chink s between the logs were closed with clay, 'Small saplings formed the roof, and then pine straw thatched it t h oroughlyagainst leaking.

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 3 A shelter of the same kind was made in front, to sit under, bunks were put up inside, the table and benches followed, and th e n the making and swinging of two win dows and the door, on leather hinges, cut from an old saddle, occupied the third day. The door and windows were in front, made of plai te d boughs, and upon the outside pine straw was fastened so as to make th em clo se and secure. The fir eplace was large, occupying nearly one end of the cabin, and all the wood cut was piled up outside close at ha nd "The pine balsam in the walls and roof will benefit you men, and your house is snug, clean and comf o rtable, so keep it so, for up o n that depends your health," said Sur geon Powell. The old shantv back of the cabin was to be used for the few horses ];ft to the Blue Bel ts, for Buffalo Bill in tended taking the pack mules back with him, as there would be little corn left if they r emai ned long, and this was to b e fed to the horses that remained only when they could get no grass in the canyon. As the snow melted quickly, and grass grew luxuriantly in sheltered places, it not thought that the horses would suffer very much. With the end of the fourth day the work had all been done, the men had moved into their new quarters, and they certainly looked very cheerful and comfortable in contrast with their last shanty house. Tired at night and retiring early, little had been talked of among the men, but now that all was ready, and the scout and the surgeon had spoken of starting upon their return the ne1\t day, Buffalo Bill said: "It was my mtention, Mr. Boyd, to go to Yellow Dust from here, but I shall return with Surgeon Powell to the fort "'Ne cann o t leave to-m orrow, for I saw signs of a sec ond storm coming on, and I do not care to face another blizzard in the saddle. 1 "'Ne will go as soon as it is over, to the fort, and then I shall.visit Yellow Dust City short ly afterward. "It be a couple of months before you will need sup plies again, but I will be h e re with them on time, or to guide you all to the fort, if you are able to go, and that I think would be best." "As I do," added Surgeon Pow e ll. Captain Boyd and his men had listened with deep atten tion to what the scout had to sav, but at the last remark about going to the fort, he look.eel at his men in a curi ous way and replied: "vVe will be well enough, sir, beyond a doubt, for, with the kind care of Surgeon Powell we all feel like new men. "You, sir, have saved our lives, and we wish to be guidectwholly by you. "But you know we are exiles, outcasts, yet, outlawed, and we should go to the fort under a deep shadow of crime. "What our pa st has been I do not now care to discuss, but rwish to say this-that we should like to remain here until the spring. "Then we will be wholly well and able to act, and it is our intention to act, a c rip pled crew though we are, that we'll make ourselves felt. We all have a wrong to avenge, a cruel wrong, but, outside of that, we have another duty to perform, and we have vowed to do it. "The twenty-seven men who dogged us to our doom, a worse doom but .for you, must each one be found or ac counted for. The truth is, Mr. Cody we cannot speak now as we would, but when you return in two months, as you prom ise, w e will be ready to talk, to make known to you, sir, and to Surgeon Powell, a secret, but to no one else." The word s and manner of Burt Boyd were impressive. Both Buffalo Bill and Surgeon Powell felt this, and the former said : / "All right, Boyd, I leave it to you what to tell and what not. You may have been guilty of many crimes in Yel low Dust but you have been most cruelly punished for your deeds. "I bear no ill will against you, and I frankly tell you I shall do all I can to protect you from further persecution, and Surgeon Powell will aid me. "Tell the secret you refer to in your own ,{ray and time, but now let me tell you what I promise to do the night of our coming here." CHAPTER III. PLEDGES TO AVENGE. "I told you, pards that, I led a party of freezing men into Yellow Dust City afte r leaving you," said Buffalo Bill. All nodded. "I started for the fort, and could have reached here be fore the storm became too severe, but I looked for a camp for supper and a s hort re s t, and came upon this party of whom you speak." "Me n out of Yellow Dust, sir?" "Yes, Boyd ; they said they had been out prospecting." wonder if they had not been out prospecting for us, to see that we went to no other camp, or did not halt near Yellow Dust ?" "Boyd, there were just twenty-seven of them." "My Goel! Can they have been the band that crippled us?" "That was their number." "But they would have returned before time you met them, sir?" "You had a slight snowstorm soon after they left you!' ''Yes, sir." "Might th ey not have gotten lost?" "Would not one man in twenty-seven have been able to find Yellow Dust again?" "Not unless thoroughly acquainted with the country. "The snow changes the whole aspect of the land, you know." "Yes, but that was some weeks ago." "And you had another storm, you remember?" "Yes, sir." "That would have made it still worse for them." "True, sir." "Did you observe that your foes had large supplies, along?" "Not much, I should They had no pack animals." "These men I found were lost and out of food." "vV ere they masked?"

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4 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "They were not." J "They would hardly be1 when they expected no one to see them. "But they had on masks. Several of the men riding in the rear put masks on to protect their faces from the bit-ing cold." "That s ettl e s it, sir. "I pre tend e d not to notice the masks." "And y ou guided them to Yellow Dust, Mr. Cody?" Yes twenty-five of them, for two perished with the cold be fo re we reached there: "Yon found out who they were, then?" ;;l did not stop at the Golden Arms, the hotel where they put up, but rode to the cabin of Sule Ross, the principal s torekeeper, and got some supplies before going on." "You took chances to go 01)." .. I knew where I could halt in Cave Canyon for the night and be that far on my way, for af1er meeting those men I dared not go out of Yellow Dusf'with supplies, as I at first thought of doing, not to ha:ve you wait so long. r made the ride to the fort all right, though but for these shelt e rs on the way I would nev e r have gotten there, and I killed my two horses in doing so / "No other man would have gone through," said Boyd e arnestly. "Well, few are as tough as I am, and can stand as much cold. "But to' tho s e men?" "vVell, sir?" "I t oo k particular pai ns to jot down each face in my n1en1or v "Ah i "Of course, they were all muffled up head and ears, s o I could not tell the color of their hair. even. "But I ears and what distinguishing marks I could, their voices and horse!S, and I am sure I could pick a fourth of them out trouble. "The others I will have to 11'iake sure of in some o ther way "Do you intend to try to find them out, sir?" I intend to spot each and e v ery man. "If they drove you out as outlaws, th e y mi.1s t be hunted down as wholesale murderers, for the y have caused the d e ath of over half vour band. "They did not fight you op e nly, manfull y but sought Indian-like, to murder you by the most cruel torture. "I saved their lives, so I have a hold upon them, and each one of that band I shall know and bring to justice." Buffalo Bill spoke in a manne r that showed he was cieeply moved. He had entered upon the trail of justice with a will to reach its encl. at once aro. se, and, stretching forth his hand, said : l "l\Ir. Cody the cause that you have taken upon y o ur s elf to champi o n in the name o f justice is our cause and all revenge aside, we make you our l eader, for, at; officer of the armY_, yo_u cannot lead simply an avenging crusade; l ;JUt we will a:d you, and what vou can and will acc o mplish w ill be far more than avenging our wrongs." "I accept the charge, men, anti. I say woe be unto those wl;? perpetrat ed the f .x;l wrong 1,1pon you!" And I not only say amen. to this, but I am with ) y9 u on this trail to stay to see the bitter end, for such a crime shall not go unwhipped of justice, no, not a"'ainst an Indian should it, declared Frank Powell, who s at an atte ntive listener to all that ]1ad been said and whose whol e s ympath y was with the w retched ren{nan t of the b0:nd of Blue Belt.s, be thei r sins in the past \vhat they might. CHAPTER IV'. A BOLD VENTURE. Buffalo Bill prov e d to be a good w eather profit, k>r tht> wmd to howl mournfully .during the night, and w hen mormng came a first-class blizzard was in full progress The \ V ind was blowing at a seventy-mile-anhour force, the snow was, falling in blinding sheets, and the animals in the f<;>rrner cabin had cause to congratulate the1 elves that their maste rs had moved to other quarters. The scout was out early to look to their c omfort, t h ey w e re led to water, the n fed, and the shantv closed to the piercing tempest and intruding snow. In tb e cabin the fir e blazed cheerilv and ove r and over again the Blue Belts thanked Buffalo "mu for his thoughtfulnes s for them. ''I b e lieve we would have had a hard time in the shapty, though we were so much better, by contrast, w itb what we had suffered w e did not know how bad it was," said Bur t B oy d. The driving and insim.lating snow quickly showed the men where the weak points of the new cabin were, and th ey s o o n had them remedied. A g o o d breakfast followed and then there was nothin g to d o but t a lk away t h e long, long, weary day. 1Surgeo n Powell had kill e d a c o u ple of wild turi
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THE B .UFFALO BILL STO R IES. 5 we cou1d call upon to aid him if he needed it and in that tamp they are no respecters of persons. So said Captain Boyd, as the two friends disappeared from and his words implied that there was a secret to tell, one that Buffalo Bill must be told when he next visited the winter camp of the Blue Belts. In the meanwhile the two comrades, in their second bold venture together, pushed on as rapidly as they could knowing full well that it was little less than a life-and death struggle back to the fort. They did not spare their horses for the cold was in tense, and they wished to reach the shelter of the pine s for their night camp, where they had camped on their way to succor the outlaw band. They saw night coming on rapidly, but were near their camping-ple, and reached it at sunset. The best th;it c o uld be done to shelter themselves and their h o rses was d o ne, but it wa s an uncomfortable night for man and beast alike, and all seemed glad when the start at dawn was begun. The weather was not settled, the wind blew half a gale, and lowering clouds were gathering, so that it was with a s igh of relief that Buffalo Bill and Surgeon Powell reached the old stockade cabin at nightfall. Out of the cabin went yelling a pack of coyotes, and Buffalo Bill said, humanely: "I di'slike to see even those covotes forced out into such a night as this." The snow was alread y falling, and Su!:S"eon Powell re-marked: --' Yes. how they stand it I do not know; but there is not room inside for the coyotes and ourselves, Dill." .. Hardly.'' The horses feh: well satisfied in their snugshelter. and their masters were well .content over their after hav ing enjoyed a good supper. the v ery howlin g of the storm o utsid e making them feel the more comfortable. "How is it outside, Bill?" asked Surg-eon Powell, when Buffalo Bill l ooked out the next morning. "Bad. Frank. and growing worse. I would not be surprised if this blizzard held on for days, and s we hav e none to9 much provisions, and the cattle arc eating their last.meal of grain, I say risk it to the fort.'' "You are the g uide and you made it in a worse storm than this." worse circumstances, for J was well-nigh used up then, and alone. \Ve can make it. though this is no blizzard any man wishes to be out in, though we have the storm at our back, fortunatelv. "Before it was in your face?". Yes.' Half an hour after the start was made 111 the bitter storm. Cii.APTER \-. TJIE "KING OF THE f!LIZZARD." Only a s11ort distance had been made when both Buffalo Bill and Surgeon Powell real.ized that it would have been better to h ave put up with scant provisions and discom forts for a few at the stockade cabin than to made the daring vei1ture to reach the fort. From the direction the storm came both knew that it was good to last several days, perhaps a week. It seemed to increase in violence each hour, and to find the way required the boldest nerve and an iron determina tion not to give up. Riding up alon'gside his pard, Surgeon Powell said: ''This is awful, Bill.'' "It is indeed, sir. Are you very cold? "?\ ot u nco mfortably so; but the question 1 s, can we stand it to keep on?" ' I never say die, Frankl but if you are cold, I'll turn back." "Keep right on, Bill,'' was the plucky reply. The plain that they knew they must cross b efore reach ing the fort was at last reached the bearing taken by compass, and Buffalo Bill and the surgeon .changed from I their horses to the largest, strongest of the mules. The other animals were then lashed together two by two, and Surgeon Powell said that he would lead all while Buffalo Bill devoted himself wholl y to the duty of guiding, and that was a herculean task in its e lf. On they went out upon the plain, the daring guide never wavering, never faltering. Suddenly, when about halfway across, he halted. ''See there !" A fresh trail, by Heaven! half an honr old, I know it."' "I\ot so long as that. and a large one-fully a score of h orses." "Where can they be going?'' "They d o n t know; they are los t." "\Ve can overtake them?" "Yes, easily." "Then we will do just that'' "Yes, eve n if the} w e r e Indians.'' But theY arc not' ''No, h oofs made thos e tracks, not. Indians ponies." "\Ve may l ose our lives; but, then, it is dut1." "Yes, we must take th e risk." . Buffalo Bill turned off after the trail and soon saw that it was going at random. "They are going in a circle, Frank, and death would end it before Jong. He quickened his pace, and in a s h o rt while gave a loud whoop. 'Try it again, Bill, for this storm roars so a voice does not go very far, even your trumpet tones.'' Again a w11oop and another and another, as they rode along. u ntil Surgeon Po,,ell felt about his muffled form and drew forth a revolver. six shots were quickly fired. .'\ moment after came several answ ering shots. Buffalo Bill pres ed on with another l oud whoop. Sur geon Powell followi n g and also sen ding his Yoice echoin g through the storm. t \ f ew minutes more and they came upon a strange sight A party of twenty cavalrymen were grouped togeth er in a circle. In their midst were several others, so closely muffled as to be almost unrecognizable, yet Buffalo Bill saw that

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6 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. the horse of one bore the saddle of a general officer, that of the other had a w o man's side saddle. At si g ht of th e scout, in s pit e of his wrappings, he was recognized and a voice shout e d : ':Gen e ral, here is Buffalo Bill, sir! We are saved now, for he is the king of the blizzard !" The soldiers gave three cheers, and Buffalo Bill called out : "Why, Captain Adams is it you? "Yes, Cody, e s corting General Easton and his daughter from Yellow Dust Cit y to the fort. "\V e had o ne of your men, Scout Bowles, as a guide, but he g o t bewilder ed, went ahead to try and find his wa y and we gave him up for lost, so pushed on, and he1 we are. "But you can sa e us, Cody?" and there was som e thing pleading in the tones of Captain Adams, as he glanced toward the young girl seated in her saddl e her eyes fixed up o n the scout, as her father tried to reassure her that l now the y would be all right, for the renowned scout of the plains, and whom the captain had just named the king of the blizzard, would guide them. "I will do what I can, Captain Adams, but not a mo tnent is to be lost. '"['here co11,1es Surgeon Powell, now : and if your men take the stock he is leading, he will go with me ahead. '.'Come, sir, this !s no time to tarry, for life h a ngs by a vcrv slender thread in such a blizzard as this." \'Ve thought so a rnon1ent ago, Cody, but we all have hop e now, for the king of the blizzard is our guide," re pli e d the captain, ch ee rfully, just as Surgeon Powell rode up. CHAPTER VI. The start had been made early in the storm, and at last Scout Bo w les, as many a good and skilled guide had done, g ot bewildered, lost his way, tried to find it, and could not get back. Then the 1 party had pushed on to cross the plain, and had gotte n irrevocably lost when found by Buffalo Bill and Surge on Pow e ll. A few more hours and their doom would have been cirath. / Spe a king as Captain Adams turned over to him th e comma11d of the p a rty, Buffalo Bill said: ' SaYing your lives Jepcnt will be fatal we cannot tum back to look for any one. t "\\Trap up warm A re y ou ready?" An affirmative answer was given, and Buffalo Bill ro
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THE BUFFAL O BILL STORIES 7 Silent, with only a word now and then in cheery tones to. th'e .men not to give up. the brave daughter of a brave soldier sat in het looking anything like the lovely girl and graceful form she was, enveloped in blank ets and bear robes. Stei:i1 and fearful, not for himself. but for his daughter and 1tl1e inen. General Easton rode by her side, while, with a cheerv call to his soldiers from time to time, the never despairing and dashing Captain Charlie Adams brought up the rear. Next ,to the indomitable guide rode Frank Powell, his stern voice now and then heard in a word of. cheer to the men. An hour went bv, then another hour, and all knew that the ridge must be ;1ear, if Buffalo Bill was right. If Buffalo Bill was wrong, all equally well knew that Cleath was near. Another ten mim1tes and a shadowy mass appeared ahead. "We have crossed the plain. There is a range of hills ahead of us," said Buffal o Bill, in tones as modest as thongh he had not proven him self a hero. the king of the blizzard, indeed But the men had heard . and a wild yell rose on the roar of the storm, and tears dimmed many as they fell. \ CHAPTER VII. T:HE r :AST STRUGGLE. A halt was made ; but only for a moment; Buffalo Bill had struck a ridge : _but h e wished to see by his surround ings just where . A moment's glance showed him, and he moved on along the range. A short ride. and he turned into the foothills, over i.rro;,n with c e dars, which protected all from the knifelike ,utting. of the A few moments more and they .entered a narrow can yon, ,where was a small stream, hut was now frozen hard. l.'nder the lee of a cliff there was no snow. the cedars grew lhick. d ea d and logs lay about. and Buf .falo Bill i>prang frmn his saddl e calling ont: "Cathe:wood, men. and r1uickly. 'Come. don't be snails ., The-order \vas needed for the half-frozen men moved abo u wit h difficulty. A tire was soon kinilled. then another and another, the s cout going from one to the other. while Surgeon Powell on some of tl e !11el1 in gathering wood, others in cutti_ng holes in the ice and getting water to put on to boil and aiso the ir hor ses could drink. .. -The horses vvcre led into the thicket, watered. blank eted and given a feed of :!4Tai 11. Coffee pots were ori boiling, s t e aks of venison were broili k g also bac o n, and crackers \\ ere warming. The men began to get thawed. :\t fire apart and well sheltered. May Easton was cn joyii:ig the scene, Jor she was not as cold as the others. so warmly had she be e n wrapped. Captain came s oon with a sdTdier, an
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8 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES I era!, and from the muffled form by his side came the fer vcntlv uttered words: "God guide him !" Behind now and then came the cheery voice of Captain Adams: "Courage, men! Never fear, for night or day are alike to the king of the blizzard !" ''Are we lost?" was the question upon every lip, and soon it was announced by Buffalo Bill: ''The lights of the fort are in sight!" Such a cry as came from despairing men sttcldeuly given hope for life was never before uttered The lights of the fort were ahead, soon visible to every eye, and seen by the almost -dying horses, too, they strnggled on with renewed hope. Ent Buffalo Bill had dashed on ahead, and lotHI" rang his voice at the stockade gate: "Ho, within there! Open quick, in the name of lm manity "I am Buffalo Bill!" CHAPTER VIII. BUFFALO BILL'S TRIUMPH. )"''.tr Jhe ringing vofce of the scout without startled the sen ti nel upon the fort wall, where he was crouching in his box, for orders had been given that the men should seek that shelter during the storm. No fear whatever was felt from the redskins, for what huma_n being could face such a tempest of cold, snow and wind? The voice of the scout was recognized, though the sen tinel, who had gone on post only two hours before, could scarce believe his ears, and he called lustily for the corporal of the guard. The guard turned out with \ a rush, wondering at the call, and was greeted with the startling information: "Buffalo Bill is calling loudly at the main entrance for admittance!" The gates swung open just as the party rode up, and the voice of Captain Adams was heard : "It is General Easton and escort, sergeant!" "Ay, ay, sir, and God bless you all that you got here; but it's Buffalo Bill did it!" replied the sergeant. "Yes, Buffalo Bill found us Jost and guided us here, sergeant. "No other man could have done it," called back Captain Adams, as he followed the scout and Surgeon Powell on toward headquarte rs. Captain Adams dismissed his. men, save those leading the pack animals with the general's baggage, with orders to get under shelter with all haste and report to the hos. pita!. -Then he escorted the general.and Miss Easton on to the qarters of Colonel whither Buffalo Bill had rapid l y ridden and announced their coming, so that there would be no delay. "I will go on with you, Bill, to see if the general or that poor girl need my aid," said Surgeon Powell. It was a surprise, indeed, to Colonel Lennox to wel come the general in such a blizzard and he asked, vigor-ously: "In God s name, how did you make it?" "Through that noble fellow's aid, Buffalo Bill, whom Captain A dams justly calls the king of the blizzard," answered the general, and he turned to thank the scout, but he was gone. 'VI/ e owe much to you, also, Surgeon Powell," he said. "I have remained, sir, to report by return, with Cody's, to Colonel Lennox, and to see if either yourself or Miss Easton need my aid." "My dear Powell, yon need aid as much as we do, so quickly go to your quarters, and see to it that Buffalo Bill is cared for, too. '-"If eiti1er myself or daughter need medical aid, we. will call in your assistant to thaw us out, only let him look after you and the men first, not forgetting you, Captain Adams, though you did r ea lly so en j oy the blizzard." As Miss Easton had already been taken in charge by Mrs. Lennox, and the general was in good hands, Sur geon Powell and Captain Adams l ef t for their quarters. Their first duty, however, to see that the men had been properly cared for, and it was found that Buffalo Bill had already gone ori the rounds, and reported that about two-thirds of the soldiers were badly frostbitten, seyeral of them dangerously so, while nearly all of the horses would be of little use after their game and desper ate fight for life. "I am cold, yes, clear to my bones, but a hot drink has already helped, and I 'll soon be all right," said Burlalo Bill, as he sat in Surgeon Powell's comfortable quarters. ''\i\T ell, Bill! you are about the toughest pine knot I kn ow, for I confe ss that I am about used up; but you rocfc on ahead, with the weight of twenty-four lives on your shoulders, one a young girl, and not to speak of your ow1i, and never .on ce flinched from the appalling ordeal." "I dared not. "There was too much at stake. "But did vou see what I did as we reached the trail?" "You saw him, then?" "Yes." \ "I thought that you did ; but !suppose you said nothing for the same reason that I did." "Not to demoralize the men, or shock l\{iss Easton. Yes." c'Iviy horse was almost upon him when I saw him lying in the snow. ".N"ot ten feet from him lay his horse, also dead." "It was poor Bowles, of course?" "Yes, he h
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rHE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 9 if vou wish to go to Yellow Di.lSt, for if you do not lay by I'll have the colonel order you not to leave the fort." "I'll obey orders," was the smiling r eply, and, folding his storrncoat about him, Buffalo Bill went over to his own quarters, and was welcomed by his company of scouts. The joy at their chief's return was dampened when told that their comrade, Bowles, lay dead in the snow some ten miles from the fort. Once warmed through, with a blazing fire on the broad hearth of his little ca .bi11, Buffalo Bill turned in to seek the rest he so greatly needed and so well had earned. CHAPTER IX. THE RECEPTION. For days longer the bitter winds blew an d hail and drove over the land, blocking al11trails and keeping all indoors save those whom garrison duty forced to face the dread storm without, and the party sent to bring in Scout Bowles' body for burial. General Easton and l\'1ay were not much the worse for their appalling experience, and the former said that he would return to Yellow Dust the moment that it was pos sible for him to do so. The scout was sent for by Colonel Lennox and ques tioned upon the possibilities of the ride, and said he was sure such a storm, so early in the season, would be fol lowed bv milder weat her. were, therefore, made for the return, the scout suggesting that the start be made in the aften}oon, and a night halt made at the stockade cabin, which the men could readily put in condition, for there were half a dozen rooms in the old fort. next night a halt would be made at Cave Ca11yon, where all would be again sheltered, and Miss Easton could be made comfortable. This was the plan, a11d the start ,;,ras made the day after the blizzard ceas ed. _"I niay remain some little time, .Frank, but if I need you I will fine\ a way of getting yo u word," said Buffalo Bill. 'Riding. on more rapidl)1 than the escort, which was under the command of Captain Adams, Buffalo Bill took with him half a dozen soldiers, and when the party arrived at the stockade all was ready for them. The next clay Cave Canyon was made, with a long halt at noon, and a tent carried by a pack horse was pitched for Miss Easton,_ the general sharing a cavern with the men. It was noon when, t\1e day following, the party rode up to the Golden Arms, Buffalo BilJ having again gone on ahead to have all in readiness for the distinguished visitors to mining camp. Colonel Camp was wild with excitement at the coming of Miss Easton, and did all in his power, as he said: "To make her feel that she was really in her own -To the colonel's regret, however, and the delight '.of General Easton and his daughter, it had been decided to send a stage out that afternoon, a six-mule sled having been sent over the trail to break the way, where it was needed, and, .returning, repot:ted all clear. "May Easton was glad of the chance to get a look at I the wild life in a mining camp, and yet she was soon satisfied with her experience Like wildfire the news of her corning had spread, ai1d as a young and pretty girl was a rare bird that seldom ligl)ted in YelJow Dust City every member in the camps, every hanger-on, and those of every other calling was most anxious to see her. Ti1ey ''.cleaned up," and in their best toilets were soon on the run for the Golden Arms, and request was made that Miss Easton would come out and just take a look at boys, which really meant that they should have a peep at her. May accepted with a smile, and made her appearance with her father and Captain Adams. The shout that greeted her made her shrink, but she blushed deeply, and bowed to the compliment of one hon. est fellow, who c ried: "Yer i's ther prettiest gal I ever seen.'' A cheer of approv.al greeted this, and then the colonel came to announce dinner. It was the best dinner ever served in the Go lden Arms, and was welJ enjoyed. Then the stage was announced, and preparations were made for the start, for thirty miles were to be made that afternoon, for a halt at night at a stocktender's cabin, where there was accommodation for travelers. ' I am glad you are to go on the box, Bob White," said Buffalo Bill, recogni zing the driver who was to take the coach out as an old sol dier and plainsman, and one who cou_ld handle the reins with any man of the Overland.a trail. ':And I wish you were going along, too, Bill, for I c\01i' t like some whispering I have heard among several of the bad ones in this camp, for it is thought the old general has money.'' _"Say nothing about it, Bob, and don't worry," was Buffalo Bill s reply, and; somehow, Bob White seemed per fectly satisfied with it. Soon after the general and his daughter came out, good-bys were said, the father._ and daughter warmly pressing the scout's hand_at parting, and at a signal from Colonel Camp, the landlord, Bob \ i\fhite mounted his box and the coach rolled away, drawn by a team of six fine horses. CHAPTER X. CB IN CH I.N JI :\1. Buffalo Bill' s eyes had been busy when he arrived in -Y ello\v Dust City: He was trying to recall He did recall a number which he had seen before, atid was sifting those he had met incidentally on former visits to Yellow Dust City from those he believed he had guide d over a night through a storm when life was at stake. The fact that no one had yet referred to that ride was a surprise to him, but he had something on his mind that worried him more. It was what Bob White, the stage driver, had said to_. him. 'Captain Adains, you intend to refoain here until morrow before starting back, I believe ?" the scout re marked, as the coach drove up. "May I as!<: you-to dD me a fayor, sir?"

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IO THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. ''Certainly." ''\.Vill vou start now, saying you will go to Ca Ye Can yoi1 to-night?" 1 "v\Thy ," yes; yet I don' t see t h e reason, for I am g,l,iid e nough to get a night in camp h ere ''True, sir; but the reason is that I b e liev e a sto rm wiil se t in b efo re three days, and it wou l d be w ell to be n ear t lit'! fort when it begi1is." "I have no fear with yo u along, Cody." "But 1 am not to r eturn with you, sir;" "Ah!', L em Todcl will carry you back all sir, and I brought him a l o n g fo r that purpos e."' "I-l c is a g-oocl sco ut Cody; but why do you remain?" "I wish to do so o n a little matter o f business, captain which I cannot ex p l ain now s ir.!' 'You know b est, I will, of course leave this afte rnopn, especially as you do not go with u s .>Jow to the other reason, s ir. ".\.11. yes; there were two, yo u sa icl." I don't exacth like several movements I have see n h ere and I will fo ilow the coach, for I deem it important." ''Theu I should do so bv all means "It w ou ld be u se less, s.ir, for did yo u have you men no move wou ld b e made a ga inst the coach. ''But \'OU?" '\Vil( l eave the camp with you, s ir on the Fort Trail, cut across with you, sir, and several 111en to the s t age trail. when several miles out from h ere, and be ready to "1.id if aid i s n eeded "Yes, that is all ri g ht. "If an attac k i s made on the coach, sir, it will b e within hvcntv miles of thi s camp, for men will not remain out at night .t his weather, and ti1ey would wis h to O'et back or to some r et r eat they know of. ''By sta rtin g at once. sir, we; can be o n their trail, cutting across, as I s ald, from tlie Fort Trail. and the work clone, I can g ui de yo u across to the Cave Canyoi1 to night. "Cody, I am in your hands ; so say what ')'O U wish, and I will give the "Th e n tell the co lo11el that; _fearin g bad w e ather, you have decided to start at once." ''I'll do i t." The colonel looked sad, ind eed, h e l e arned the i ti t ention of Captain Adatns, and wh e n the bugler so unded the bugle to call the all the men of the camp h ea rin g came ori the juri.1p. -.. The result was a crowd
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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. I I "What has downed us in this ere particular is the fact that we can't hev all things ter please us. "Man groweth up like a toad-stool and is cut down by a mule hoof-thar I go ag'in inter graveyar9 chin music. "But, ter continue: "As we can't have ther blow-out ter-night, with free whiskey and halleyujahs, I has been honered by them that wishes ter do ther duty, ter express in public ther feelings they has in private-hold on t har, Buffalo Bill, for I is gittin' enter your trail now. "Ther fact is pards, a few weeks ago a party of pros pectors, thinking ter find mor e gold in ther up country than was being dug here in Yellow Dust, started out on a venture. "But beware of ther glitter of gold, my pards ''Ther gold war n ot ; ther trail was lost ; ther snows they descended and did beat upon them poor mortals, until they war almost froze. ':They did wilt as ther flower; ther food give ottt, and lo and behold! they war like ther lost lambs of Israel, be set with death. "Then, suddenly, like a beacon to ther mariner on ther seas, come a man on horseback inter ther camp. "Thar he be, gents He sitteth upon his horse before you all. "It was Buffalo Bill! "He did come to them poor l os t coyotes of Israel ; he did bid them to follow him, and he would lead them to ther Promised Land. "Throttgh darkness and despafr, through wind and snow, never failing, he led them on. "One fell by the wayside, a corpse "I preached his funeral discourse, you remember, and brought loving tears inter ther eyes of pilgrims, tears thet froze as they fell, fer it dead cold, yer all remember. "Another fell by ther wayside, and I buried him, too, but ther cold froze my eloquence. "But on went Buffalo Bill, straight-no, it's a zigzag trail, but, poetically speaking, straight a s the arrer flies to ther heart of a clove, until he reached the sheltering em brace of the Golden Arms. "There the poor, frozen pilgrims fottnd rest, warmth and shelter, bttt the hero who had saved the m, waiting for no thainks, pushed on where duty call ed him. "Now, parcls, it is the pleasure of this meeting ter give ter Buffalo Bill a vote of thanks, and ter lay b efo re him a golden offering, this bag of gold dust, which the men he saved wishes him to accept, ter do with as he will." Yells that were deafenin g followed this specimen of Chin-Chin Jim' s eloquence, hats were thrown into the air, revolvers fired, and the name of Buffalo Bill resounded from hundreds of lips. The scout's face was pale, rather than flushed. His eyes burned brightly, but a stern look T10vered about his mouth rather than one of deep gratitude for the vote of thank_s and the gift of gold. He took off his broad sombrero however, and bowed to the crowd his thanks, then he rode up to where Chin Chin Jim stood on the the bag of gold in his hand, and said: "I thank yon, pard, for the very complimentary allu sions to myself, and throug h you those who have extended to me this valuable gift; but what I did was only duty to fellow-men in distress, and in the lines of duties I am ex pected to render. ''The government pays me for my services, and I hay e never been guilty of taking pay for a human life, so I will not do so now, save to hand over to Colonel Camp, store keeper Sule Ross and Mina Carl Camp this bag of gold, which they can devote to a fund to aid poor unfortunates who need it far more than I do." He did not touch the bag, and the colonel, Sule Ross and Carl waring, standing near, stepped forward at his call and took it in charge, amid the wild shouts of the crowd. Again lifting his hat, Buffalo Bill drew his horse back to the head of the troop, and said in a low tone: "I am ready, Captain Adams. We have already lost too much precious time." "'What a remarkable scene, Cody! This is a land of wonders," was the captain's answer, and he gave the order to march, and the troop went off at a trot that in creased in speed as Yellow Dust City was left further behind. CHAPTER XII. ON THE STAGE TRAIL. Down the trail rode Buffalo Bill, guiding the trooper escort After several miles had been gone over he and said: "Here is where we turn off, sir, for the winding of this trail southward and of the stage trail northward, brings them but three miles apart h ere, and there is a narrow canyon cutting through the range." 'Vve will take it, Cody. How many men do you wish?" "Sav half a dozeh of the best mounted, sir, with twenty-four hours' of supplies and an extra horse." \ The men were quickly selected, the supplies were put upon one of the pack horses, and, with the sergeant in command and .Scout Lem Todd as guide, the escort was ordered to go on to Cave Canyon for the night. Riding by the side of Buffalo Bill, the half-dozen troop ers fotlowing, Captain Adams gave the orde r and the push ahead was made through the narrow canyon. Fortunately, the hard wind had almost swept it clear of snow, but in places there was a sharp, hard struggle for the horses. The stage trail was reached, and after a close examination by the scout, he cried : "They have gone by, sir." "The coach ?" "Yes, sir; but those who followed it also." "Then we must J.asten." "There are seven horses along, sir, as near as I can get hold of the tracks." "None too many for us, for we are eight." "Yes, sir, it will be easy work for us." "Shall we follow?" "Yes. sir; and we have things our own way, I think," and Buffalo Bill turned down the stage trail. Half a dozen miles were gone over, and then Du1Iale Bill said:

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I 2" THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "The first relay station is not. over two miles ahead, and this is fifteen miles from Yellow Dust. ''! do not believe the coach is a mile jrom here, and the attack will be made before it reaches the relay hark!" All listened, and a shot was heard, not a quarter of a mile ahead on the trail. "They are at it, sir," and Buffalo Bill spurred on, Captain Adams by his side, tl1e men three abreast follow ing. * * The coach had meanwhile pulled along at a good gait. Bob White did not care to be in the night reaching the relay where the halt was to be made until the next morn ing. After he had driven some distance an idea flashed through his mind to lo ok behind him. What he saw caused him to turn pale Five men were coming at a gallop behind him. All were so muffled UJ> that he could not see enough of any one of them to recog nize him. But he knew that the ordeal was upon him, so he called out to his passengers : "General, five horsemen are coming after us, sir, and I don't. believe they mean any good. It won't do to he reckless, but be guided by circumstances as to what we had best do." The general felt a chill at his heart, such as he !tad never know1i in personal danger. It was apprehension for his beautiful daugl;ter. "I \>.1ill be prepared:fo defend myself and my daughter, driver," he and got his revolvers ready. Another glance behind showed Bob 'i\Thiie that the horsemen were coming up rapidly. Their horses seemed to have been hard ridden to catch up with the coach. Nearer tl'ley came, showing no weapons, nor hailing hitn. I A bend of the trail put them out of sight, and Bob \Vhite was tempted to run for it, but he knew this would be useless in the rough condition of the trail. A moment after the horsemen dashed around the bend, and as they came up one of them called out : "V'./ e have had a hard ride of it, senor, to overtake you." "\Vhat for?" "The colonel sent us along as an escort." CHAPTER XIII. A GIRL'S PLUCK. The -generaf .. br"eathed more freely at their reply; but Bob White did not. The general had his weapons ready, and the driver had his at ha nd. The statement of Hie horsemafl seemed all right, but why should the colonel, who was stage agent, become anxious about such distinguished passengers in such cqld weather, and send men to see that they arrived all right at the right halting-place? "If you are all right, Bob, we'll go back and report," spoke the l eadet-, addihg: 1'It's a bad t1ight to be caught out i11." "Hold on, driver, a moment," called out the ge11eral. Bob White drew rein, and felt that he had been wrong, after all. . ''Return, my good fellows, and tell Landlord Camp that" I appreciate his kindness and thank him. ''We are getting along all right, and as we descend the mountaii1 will have less snow and i::old. "Here, warm yourselves with this when vou return, for you will need it.;' As he spoke the general extended his hand, containing a twenty-dollar gold piece, as a return for the kindness of the horsemen But the general's hand was grasped in a grip of steel by the man to who111 he had generously extended the gift. and a revolver was shoved full in his face, while the wo rds canie threateningly: J\to v e an inch and you are a dead man! Subrcit arid vou will not b e hatmed !'' The four horsemen had slipped to the ground 011 the off side of their horses, and their rifles were level
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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES . i 3 "But' I desire a look at their faces firsV' and Bttff:'do Bill drew the 1nask and muffler from the face of the Jea.der. "Yes/' was all he said. The faces of the other two \Vere then looked at, and of one the scout simply added: "Another !" At the third he s h ook his head in a dubious way as he looked s harply at him. "What about the prisoners, Bil1 ?" "We will take them, Bob, for they are wanted at the fo rt," was the reply. The three ( lead outlaws were then put on the top of t h e coac h and strapped there, when Buffalo Bill said, in a lo\v t611e, to Bob White : "Your hotses have had .twenty minutes' r est so rush theri1 to the station with all speed When you get there take the best team and push them hard for the night halt for more bad weather is threate ning. and I fear dark will ca t ch you before you get there." "It does look so Pard Cody. "I'll te ll you what to do: There are two men at the !lcxt re l av. Mount one of them on a fresh horse anf{ISONERS. An hour so after dark they reached the canyon, a11d weri'! greeted with a cheer. . A hot supper was ready for them, and the soldi(!rs al ready there looked after the tired horses The p r isoners were well treated also, btit nppeate9 to have litt l e appetite for the good supper give11 them. A fir e was built in the mouth of the cave, and at the re quest of the scout Captain Adams ordered the two pris one r s b r o ught there for him to have a talk with T hey soon came, pale and anxious looking ''Men, I wish to have a talk with you, and you might as w('..11 tell the truth, for I know more than you thi11k l doi t!.nd will catc h yo u in any lie you utter," said the scout, "If yott give rn; 011r lhcs we'll talk; not T hat's so chimed in the other. "I do not believe your informati on in that val\.tab!e .". "\\! c knows a heap." "So do I." "Come, Buffalo Bill; ttade w hat we knows for oi1r Jives." .;No. I'll get it without allowing two such villains as you are to escape the gallows." This staggered the men, and they looked anxiously at each other, while the scout said: "Yonr lead e r to-day was none other than the man had s uch a flow of language in presenting me a vote of thai:ks." "He' s quit his chin musi c now," asserted ol'ie. ''Oh, yes his name was Chin-Chin Jjm. I've seen him before-just where I saw you before to-day." "vVhat was that?" You were. both among the men I led throl1gh the sto rm.'1 The m en were silent, and Buffalo Bill asked: ''i\re you two, and were those three men' who were killed, the only ones of the band I guided to Yellow Dust City who were outlaws?" "Yes, we was all." Buffalo Bill smiled, but asked : "Whe re are the men >vho were on t l fat prospecting to11r ?" "Two died on ther trail thet night, yer remember, and two died soon after from exposure, while Old Rh11-bard sawed the atm off of 011e and a leg off of another. 'Them three men you seen turn .ther toes up ter-day, and here we two is." BuffaloBill said nothing, but in his mind he was i11g out a sum in arithmetic. He was counting as follows: "Two died on the trail, two more after arriving in camp, making four. "'fwo lost a limb so six are accounted for, and three \,;ere killed and they make nine, with these two pris o ners, running the number up to eleven that are ac counted for. "llevet1 from t\Venty-sevet1 leave sixteen yet to account for, a rather quick thinning out of the band." Then, turning to Captai 1 1 Adams, the scout added : "I know all I cate to from these men, sir, so the sergeant can take theni; but if you will ask Colonel Lennox to hold the m for trial some littl e time, I cart promise him more prisoners, or a least tl'iol'e testimony to condemn these two." The storm did riot materialize during the night, btit when the day dawned the clouds hung low and wcte very threatening. "Push for the stockade cabin, Captain Adams, with all haste, for the quarters there are good, shouid we b e s11owed in for a few days, and here ycu could not stand it, sir "You are right, Cody and, without delaying for a noon halt, we should reach the stockade some hour or two before night." "Yes, sir." "I wish that you were going with us." "I think 1 ca 1 1 be 0 more service just n ow, sir, in Yel low Dust City was reply.

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THE BUF}' ALO BILL STORIES. j "Well, take care of yourself, and I shall let the colonel. know that you saved the general." "With your aid, sir," and with a military salute to the captain Buffalo Bill saw him go on after his men, when he turned back on the trail to Yell ow Dust City. He rode slowly, for a terrible blizzard had come on. Suddenly, through the storm, he beheld a horse and rider . both cowering under the shelter of a rock an'M in a retreat that from a less severe storm might be fairly safe, but in the tempest was poor, indeed. "Ho, pard, have you halted there to die-by Jovel it is an Indian !" and Buffalo Bill dropped his hand to bring his rifle around for use. Hut the redskin did not move, nor his pony, either. Instantly the scout was by his side, his hand upon his shoulder. The ied rider made an effort to raise his hands, but could not, then stared vacantly at the scout. "Freezing to death, as I live!" Out eame the scout's flask of liquor and a generous draught was forced down the red throat. The Indian wore the full togs and war bonnet of a chief of high rank, and was yet a comparatively young man. He seemed to feel, when the drink was forced into his mouth, that he had found a friend, but he could mutter but a word or two. Buffalo Bill fairly lifted the redskin out of the saddle and placed him where he could feel the warmth, gave him another drink, and then unrolled his bed blankets and put them about him. Taking from his traps his coffee pot and provisions, he soon had some water boiling and some venison broiling over a fire he kindled. The Indian pony and his own horse were led up near to the fire, the scout knowing that it would keep the chill off. Turning to the Indian again, he found him much im proved by the liquor and the warmth. The chief drank the coffee and devoured the venison and crackers offered in a way that showed he was most starved. The scout watched him attentiwly, and when he felt that he was warmed clear through, he made him stand up by the fire, while he wrapped his blankets about Leading the pony nearer, he aiderl him to mount, and then tucked the blankets all over his legs and feet, muffled up his head, and, mounting his own horse, led the way out of the temporar) shelter which had been such a hoon to the poor redskin, for nowhere else could a fire have been built for miles, and so good a retreat foimd. On through the storm Buffalo Bill rode, the Indian pony following in the broken tracks made by the large horse, and his rider watching the muffled form ahead with strange wonder in his eyes. The delay to save the redskin, and the heavy traveling through the storm, made it slow work, and night fell before the first cabin of Yellow Dust came in sight. But on pushed the scout, and a light from a cabin s0on glimmered ahead. Then more lights came into view, the larger ones of the Golden Arms. The chief followed in silence wherever his rescuer cared to lead. A few minutes more, and, riding up to a cabin, Buffalo Bill called ont : "Ho, Sule Ross, come out here, for there are two half frozen men to care for." CHAPTER XV. T II E D E A T H H A N D. Sule Ross heard the cry without, threw on his storm coat, and sprang to the door. "Quick, Sule, for my companion is in a bad way, I fear. He was half dead when I found him," cried Buf falo Bill. The storekeeper had been looking at the muffled forms, and now at Buffalo Bill's request he lifted the Indian in his strong arms and went with him into the cabin, the scout meanwhile riding on to the log stable 11ear at hand to get the horses under shelter as quickly as he could. Once in the cabin, Sule Ross laid the blanketed form on the floor, then put on the kettle to boil, got out a bottle of liquor and glasses, and prepared a bed on the floor not far from the fire, placing there a bear robe and blankets. He then drew blankets off the form, which was seated bolt upright, and cried in amazement: "By Heaven! it is an Indian!" The redskin was in a semi-stupor. He seemed not to liave the power of movement, and his eyes were listless in their expression. Sule Ross forced into his lips a drink of liquor, then placed him upon the bear-robe bed, enveloped him in hot blankets, and was bustling about makil.lg coffee when Buffalo Bill, looking more like a grizzly bear than a human being, entered the cabin. For a while it was a struggle for life, but at last the de voted care of the two men was successful, and the Indian rallied, and once on the mend, began to rapidly improve. The drinks, warmth of the room, and care of Buffalo Bill and Sule Ross had saved him. He gazed about him vacaIJ.tly at first, then seemed to realize his position, and, seeing the scout, said in a husky voice: "Good white brother to Death Ha. nd." .... The two white men gave a ar each . Death Hand! one of the most powerful of the''m"Ountain chiefs, and the bitter foe of the whites, one who was greatly feared along the whole border, especially at Yel low Dust City! His eyes turning upon Sule Ross, he said : "Two good white brothers. Two time save Death Hand from happy hunting gr01 ,111ds. Red man don't forget friend or foe." "You were in a bad way, chief, but you will be all right after a night's rest. Don't fear trouble, for you are not to be disturbed by any one. We will have some supper now." The supper served the better to pull the chief together, and Sule Ross gave him a pipe to smoke after it. Then a bed was made for him in the back room, which Ross used as a kitchen, and where there was a good fire, and he was soon fast asleep in the very heart of the settle ment he had more than once raided with disastrous ef fect.

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THE BUFF ALO B ILL STORIES. 15 D b y o u think it can b e the Chief Death Hand, Bill?" asked Stile Ross, wllen the twoseated, talking together and enjoying t h e i r pipes ''Oh. yes, his \val" bonnet is that of a great chief, and t hen I recognized him as soon as 1 got a good look at his face, for that scar across his forehead my bullet gave him a year ago in the old stockade cabin fight. "\!Vhere did \'OU find him ?" B u ffalo Bill told t h e sto n-. ""vVdl, Pard Bill, 1 hardly know what to say about \'Ou,1' said Sule Ross, as the two friends continued to sit before the fire, listening to the hO\ding storm, and Duf falo Bill had jl)st told about his having come to Yell.ow Dust Cit\' to unearth a band of outlaws. Buffalo Bill laughed puffed slowly at his pipe, and rhen replied : "Sulc, you remember I t b ld you. when I brought that outfit' i11; tliat I had a sition I have, on acconnt of my business, whi le the Shasta Sport can attend to the duties in the field, having only his gambling to occupy his time." ' 1'he people do not ]mow just who are the vigilantes?" "No, other than that we four, as officers, have had our Sa\'." I "You were the ones Who sentenced the Blue Belts to ex!le ? / "Yes; they were a hard l ot." .. No. w, tell .what you know about the members of that prospectingtrail which I led back h e r e "V c.ry little 1pore than that a party of some thirty went ont, got .-Jost becam e scant of food, and were snowed in and but for you would all have died. "Do you know who they all were?" 1No; for thev have had little to sav about their venture . " '"I am here to know each one who was on ,that pros pecting trail, Sulc.'' "I'll do what I can to help you." "Now tell me, Sule, what about those Blue Belts vou ,,. d r ove out of the ( BilJ, do you know I have worrie d about them, for the sto rms coming on so much1earlier this year must have got them in the mountains, and per haps they p e rished "I did not want that, of co1,1rse, and I have bcei1 inclil1ed to hi r e some men and send them out with supplies to l ook then1 u p, for the aim of the Secret Vigilantes was to b e just, not cruel." "Well, Sule, you made a sad mistake in sending those men off, as I will tell you,'' said Buffalo Bil l impressivelv, and h is l ook CU?d tone rnade Sule Ross feel uncomfortable . "Xou have seen .them1 Cody?" he asked. "The;' left here fifteen strong. They now are but seve n ; eight are dead." "l\1,. God 1 H o can that be ? "From cold, and.wounds. ' ''Then we r e in a fig ht!" "No, they were traclrnd by a band of men, told treath-. erously _that they had been found not g u ilty, after all, and could .return to Yellow Dust, and then they were made pris_oners.'' 'But b y whom?" ''The party of alleged prqspectors t hat left Yellow Dust City." Can it be p ossible?" "They were followed by those men, as I have said, betrayed, and then did they suffer what few m e n cou l d at\d live to tell the story. "What was done to them.?" "The hand or foot of each one was cut off.'' 'Great Go el!" and Sule Ross sprang to his feet and. began to exci tedly pace the floor. "Buffalo Bill, did any other man than you tell me thi's I would call him a most heartl ess liar. Can it be possible that this monstrous. crime was done?" "\Vorse still, Ross. "In the name of high Heaven, what could be worse?" ''They were robbed, left only with scant clothing and foo d,
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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "It must be done quietly, not to let them thi1ik they are suspected." or they'll raise sheol in the camp to cover up their devilment." "vVe must spot them one by one. "I will fix up o n a man I susp e ct, let you know, and you can verify as best you can if he is one of the gang." 'I will do that. Vve must find them out, one bv one, and when we know them I shall act I shall give out that I am here awaiting dispatches which General Easton is to send back. That will account for my being here, and I will remain h e re with you." "All ri g ht During the day many men come to my store, about half the camps, on one errand or another, and you can loaf in there and see them all. "Then you can drop in at the Golden Arms and have a look at the faces, and at night we will go to the Colonel's Game, and there you will have the whole outfit." "Very true." 1 "Now tell me if you knovv of a good surgeon in the camps?" "Old Rhubarb." "Has he be e n away?" "Not a .day." "He is not the man, for those of the Blue Belts were amputated by an expert." I know of no other." "We'll find him, never fear. "Now let us turn in, for I've done a good day s work." CHAPTER XVI. THE FATAL WAR-TRAIL. j The morning broke with the storm still raging, but Buf falo Bill was willing to rest indoors after his late adv11n tures and hardships. His anxiety about Captain Adams and his soldiers was considerable, and yet he felt that Lem Todd had be e n able to guide the command to the stockade cabin, and if so they were safe, though snow-bound, while th e officer was too thorough a soldier to risk leaving there without cause for it. At the fort he knew that the anxiety for the general and all would be great, but the return of the captain w ou ld allay thos e fears. The Indian chief still felt what he had gone throu g h with the day before, for he made no effort to leave his bed until Buffalo Bill called him to breakfast. When he had smol\ed a while, Buffalo Bill asked the chief how he felt The Death Hanel replied that he felt fairly well, and could go away on his pony if the scout wish e d. The scout said that he would see the Death Hand well on his trail, that no paleface with a black i1eart should kill him from behind a rock. The chief seemed deeply moved and much pl e ased by the scout's words and was evidently pondering some mo mentous reply in his mind, for he said several times that he would talk later. 1 Then Buffalo Bill went on to say that the palefaces were bitter towa r d him, because he was their foe, and some of them might try to show their anger; but he was to remain in the cabin until he felt well, and then keep close,.by him until he was ready to go. There was no fear in the brave chief's face as he re plied: "Me stay with great white chief, but Death Hand no afraid to die." "I can well believe that; but .. why was it the great chief was alone and so far from his people?" "Death Hand did not c ome alone." "Are any of your young men about?" All dead." "Dead!" \ "In snow." "vVhere are they ?" "Long way." "How many of them?" The chief held up both hands three times. '"Thirty I This is terrible," cried Buffalo Bill, and by close questioning he got out of the chief that he had started with thirty of his braves to see if he could not, later, make a raid upon Yellow Dust City with a large force. They had been caught in the storm, had found what shelt e r they could, but when it was over they were in a terrible plight, fr os t-bitt e n and some of them dying The ir provisions became scarce, and when the sec ond storm came, his young men had died like wild flowers und e r the chiliing winds. In vain did he try to save them, for, strange to h e had not been frost-bitten, and remain e d strong. It showed him that the Great Spirit had frowned upon his intended war upon the palefaces, by killing his young men, and saving him to go back and tell his people. 'vVhen h e was left alone he had killed the ponies that r em ained, and driven to save his own life, to leave his young m en, he had started, become bewildered, derecl about, and had the scout not found him he, too, would have died. Buffalo Bill listened to the plaintive story, and then said: "Your young men shall not remain to be food for the coyot es I will get volunteers to-night to go with me, and to-morrow we will start for the place and bury the brav es where they fell." The expression that cam e over the stern, stolid face of the Indian chief at Buffalo Bill's promise to keep the coyotes from feedin g .upon his young m e n told plainly that the inmost soul of th e red man was touched. He could appr e ciat e fully that the man, for whose scalp he had so longed, the great scout who had been the dread of his bravest warriors, was his friend, if only he allowed him to be He did not s p e ak he simply arose took the scout's hand in both of his own, and pres se d it hard. Soon after he said 'that he would l{uide the scout to t!te bodies, that they were about two hours' pony ride from Yellow Dust City, showing that they had gotten danger ously near the camps in their scouting trail. A good dinner and the fact that he no longer felt dread of Buffalo Bill, caused the chief to recuperate r apidly, and looking out at the weather, he said, with the air of a weather prophet: Storm go soon; bri ght up there w hen dark comes."

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TH-E BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 17 This showed that his idea was that the stars would be '. "Yes, and it will b e as cold as Greenland," said Sule Ross, who added, quickly: comes a gang ,.o:ii tnen." He opened the door for them and invited them in. There ',\'ere five of them, and had come for him to open the store and sell them some buffalo robes and blankets. They eyed the Indian curiou sly, aske d Buffalo Bill what brought. him back and followed Sule Ross into the st9re to make their purcl)ases. He let them out the store door, and returned in half an hour, to report that the presence of Death Hand wo\lld be all over the camps by night. "They seem to think we are hiding him here and when I told them who he was, boldly said that they would let the people knovv. "I told them then that you intended to bring him up to the colonel 's at ni ght, and ask for men to go with you to-morrow to bury his dead braves." "That was the very thing to t ell them, Sule, and I will take him up with me to-night." "I'll be there, and I hope there will flat be troubl e." "So do I," was the quiet repl y, and th e n, glancing out of the window, Buffalo Bill continued: "The storm is over, Sule." After a good s upper the Indian chief ex pre ssed perf e ct willingn ess to with the scout, Sule Ross having opened his store for sales, but promised to be on hand at the Colonel's Game He gave Buffalo Bill a hint that men in the store had talked angrily about Death Hand being in camp, and the scout replied: I shall take the bull by the horns at the outset and stimcl no nonsen se, Sule." "I knovv that, an d i,t i s best; but, look out 'for a felr low known as Scalplock Sam, for he is a bad one, and he has four equally as bad backers." I'll keep an eye on Scalplock, Sule," was the reply. Soon after, with the Indian decorat e d in his war bon net, Buffalo Bill started through the snow to the Goiden Arms. The colonel met him most cordially, asked why he had not come to the Golden Arms as his guest, and then listepe d with int e nse surpris e to his report of tpe attack on the coach by Chin-Chin Jim and four comrades. "We missed him, yet supposed he was snowed in at some of the cabins. But you astound me, Mr. Cody, at what you tell me, for I dicj not regard him as a road agent. The Secret Vigilantes must look sha rp. "Why, this will give Yellow Dust City a bad black eye, to have a general of the army attacked, at1d with his daughter, too. It is too bad, too bad an
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18 THE BUFFALO BILL STORlES. loud hurh of v oices was heard b y the scoui before M reached the door. As he entered the door a voke said : "Thar .he is now !" A de:id s ilenc e followed. "And ther In jun. is with him," added another, voice . Every "'Ye was tun1ed t1poh 8nfialo Bill first, then upon the Indian. The paused to look around for a seat. "Here, Mr. Cody, joit1 me. It was the colonel, and Buffalo Bill tl1rned and took the seat at Co l onel Camp's tab! The .Indian also sat down, as Bnffalo Bill gave him a 'chair. Glancingabout, Buffalo Bill nodded to several familiar face s, and the lb9k showed him Ross. \\Taring and other s whom he felt belonged ro the best of the citizens. Scalplock Sa111 arose and started tovvard the s cout, but Co'loncl Camp called out : "Gentlemen. l have somethin g to Sa). All was attention . Of cour:;c, he was going to e xplai n the presence of the Inclia:1 chief there. "I am to say that the blow we vis ited upo n the Blue Belt:;, in driving the band from our mid s t ws not enough to give others a warning: to ke e p them from crime, for a monstrous wrong has been clone a lmost at our very doors." Every eye was upon the colon el. Be w ns alwhys glad to make a speec h and 'lmprnved every opportunity to do so. "I wish to tell you that thi s gentleman. whom you all know as Buffalo Bill. and \vhom vol! are aware is the king of bordermen, mid who wa 0SO h onored yesterday by the present of a bag of gold, presented by those whose lives he had saved-this great scoul, I say, \Yho gave that gold to those in need, arrived last ni ght in the driving blizzard, to report to that five road agents from this camp had held up Bob vYhilc s stage to rob General Easton and his beautiful daughte r. -"But, g e ntlemen, that dashing officer, Captain Adams, anxious for the safet y of his general. too k the trail of the coach, Buffalo Bill guiding, and arrived in time t0 kill three of the road robber-s and capture the other two. :'.W : ho .. four of th9se mel1 were, Cody does 1,1ot know, but Hie leader was none other than Chin-Chin Jim. A roar of surprise \Vent up at this, and a voice call.eel. out. : "'Was he .. killed?" 'He. was and this great scout wa!l sent back to r epo.rt to me, as agent of the stage line, and to await'here return dispatches from the general, and gladly r we welcome him into our midst. and we trust while he is here he will be able to ho\v the citizens of. Yellow Dust deal with road agents and outlaws, for the Secret Vigilantes must set to work to clear the atmosphere of crime 0'1ce more. "Gentleme1i, I thank you for your attention, and it will be soon known who those other four road agents were. for we can spot them." Tl)is s p eec h of the colone l's created the wildest ex cilei11ent. Men talked lot1d and wildly, and it could be seen that many guesses were being ina had. if that w ere possible. His eye s were upo n Buffalo Bill, though h e addressC'd the assembla:\'c. "Gents. J has a word to say," he farrly roared. "Om with it. then. Sam," said the colonel, w ho wa:; b): courtesy master of cercfr1onies in the saloon. "That gent yonder, whom we all know is the king of scouts "-Scalplock did r;ot wish to belittle a man he intcntlecl to masll-r-"n obody daring to dispute me -I S<:y gent !ins ;t perfect rig-ht to protect stage coaches shoot road agents, and all t hat', but he has 11,1 rigfa ter in sult ther cirizf'ns of this camp tlier way h\'. has .'' All eyes t<:rned upo n Bnffaio LJill, who asked quietly withou t risi11gfrom hi s sear : .. [n what wa ; ha\'e l in.nite d the citizens of Yellow Dus't ?" "You have brought inter om mid"'ta lnjun chief, the1 foe or !her homes and facsides of YC'llow Dust, ther skulking redsk in ther h a kilt our comrades, btirueci our c abins nm off our stock. and--" '"Without wishing to break irt upon your very eioquent pcech. ccalplock .'am, I will admit all you say to save argm'nent; he is an Indian and fights in an Indian way. He i s here. I brought him here, and what are )'ou going to do about it?" For a moment .:)calplock \\as staggered, but he rallied quickly and tried: 'That man has sca!ped hundreds of our people!" It was an unfortunate remark, for pat came Bitffa!Q Bill's r e ply: "And you, a white man, w ear at your belt the scalp l ocks of the men vou claim to have killed. You also appear to be in the scalping busines ." A yell greeted thi s sally, and for an instant the tough was take n aback Hut he came to the attack again with: "I am a whit e man, and as uch I objects ter yo u bring-in thet redskin inter this camp." "I found him in almost a dying condition by the side of the trait. He was so far gol1e that he could not resist me, as h e otherwise would have done. I built a fire, gave him some liquor, wrapped him up, and brought him here. when Sule Ross and I again had a struggle t o save his life. " "But, we did so, and I find that he is Death Hand, the great chief of the mountain tribes. He was out with a party of thirty braves on a scout, got caught in the b-1\z-_ zard, and every' one but hims e l f t)erished. ''I came here to-night to ask for a dozc11 brave men to go with me to bury those dead. "Treat this chief right; bury those .dead braves of his; send him back to his people our friend, and yo u will have saved many lives a year h ern;e. ''That is my explanation, and I make it to the gentle-, men present."

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. CHAPTER XVIII. T 0 0 QUICK F O R HIM. The men in the saloon had been watchful, yet qui e t. All knew that Buffalo Bill had ri g ht on his side. But the troublesome element wanted excitement, so they nagged Scalplock Sam o n. Encouraged by the whisp e rs about him, he sai d : "I don't want no trouble with a government officer, though yer being Buffalo Bill has no terrors f e r me; but I tells yer now that I intends ter hang thet Injun this ni g ht." This was an avowed chail e nge. How would Buffalo Bill take it? His reply was in the sam e unmoved tones in which he had before spok e n : 'Here he is; come and take him; only don t forget th::. t I shall try to protect him." "That means that it's between you and me." "As you please." "I'll clip ther Injun fust and then attend to you." "As O U please." Scalplock drew his revolver To the surprise of those about him, when Buffalo Bill rose from his seat he already had his weapon in his hand. As the scout ro s e D e ath Hand did the same. Calm, wholly unaffected by his surroundings the Indian chief faced his foe. He h e ld no we a pon, showed none. The crowd could but admire his splendid nerve. "Does you intend ter shoot me if I pulls trigger on thet redskin?" demanded Sc a lplock. "No." "I thou g ht yer dasn't." "I intend to kill y ou if you make a move to fire at him." Scalplock was a little nonplused at this. The scout had his revolv e r in better position to use it quickly than had the camp terror. So the rou g h said : "Then it seems I must down you fust, ther redskin afterwarp." "As you please. It is a matter of indifference to either the chief or myself which dies first." The crowd laughed, and Scalplock was but the more disconc e rted. The colonel, Sule Ross, and Carl vVaring were watch ing the situation with painful interest. The colonel was fearful that the scout mi g ht be killed in his saloon, and he dreaded the r e sult. Yet he dared not interfe r e in the quarrel where but two men faced each other. .,, Carl vVaring was anxious to see Scalplock Sam killed and he cherished the idea that the scout was the man do it. Sule Ross was more nervous than had he been in Buffalo Bill's shoes. He loved the scout as a brother and he knew that Scalplock was a very dangerous foe. Still, the storekeeper had confid e nce in Buffalo Bill's ability to take care of hims e lf. He knew by the calmness of the scout that he was in a dangerous humor, though he never would shoot to kill a man unless driven to it. Shasta_ Sp
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,"\": :20 THE. BUFFAbO BILL STORIES. "ln your usuai s t yle, Cody." brougi1t it upon himself, Sule "He did. Y(jti were vc:ry .P.atie11f with him!' "There'll be rio 111ore trouble, I "Not a bit.'' Carl Waring came up and said: "You de se rve the name yo u bear as a dead shot; Mr. Cody. It was square between the eyes. "'Two birds with one shot, say I, as Sa111 killed his pard in falling. You ar the quickest hand I ever saw with a weapoil, sir," added the colonel, while the Shasta Sport came up and said: "I wish to make your better acquaintarlce, sir, and to say that you have done Yellow Dust City a great ser vi ce, for that man was one o.f the \vorst characters in the mines." "I wouid rather have left him to the Secret Vigilantes, s'ir, to care for; but he was as determin ed to kill the chie_f here as I nm determined to ptot,tct him." "You did right, sir, and there shall be no more trouble about the Indian. what nerve he displayed, for he must ave known the trouble was about him." .. "He speaks English, sir," and he turned to Dea th Hand, w hose eyes were wistfully upon the scalps of Scalplock Sam and his bomradej who were just then being borne out of the cabin, passing \.\It thin a few feet of him. "By Jove, he s longing for their scalplocks !" "! only wish he had them," laughed the colonel, who oontimied: "Sitnflower Sam, l\tlr. Cody, will go with you to bury tlwse braves, and will make up a party for you." ''I thank yo u s ir, exceedingly. It will have a good effect 011 the chief, and that means hi s people. al!',O." '"It will, Indeed. How many will you wish?" "A dozen for the chief a11d I will go, also. -"I will have them ready at dawn, with a pack h o r se carrying picks and shovels," was the sport's ans we r. This duty accomplished, and havin g sh_own his inten' tion and abiilty to protect the chief, Buffalo Bill tutned to leave the saloon, calli'ng upon the crowd to drink at his expense. 'l)e feeling was unanim o us to do so The comrades of Scalplock Sam heard the invitation a s the y reached the doo r and retu rned with great alacrity to also accept the scout's hospi t alit y I wished to show that the y bad no "hard to\vard a man who could use a revolver a s did Buffalo Bill, and had only done his duty. ''N0 liard feelings, pard," they said, as they raised their dashed off er1ot1gb for their two dead com raties, ;ss well as themselves and then continu ed on in their mournful duty of carrying the bodies to their cabi11. Stile Ross atcompanied Buff alo Bill and the chief from the saloon, and when they were safe in the c osy cabin of the storekeeper, Death Hand turne d1 grasped the hand of the scout, a11d said : "Heap quit'.k shoot! heap dead shoot t Great white chief mighty man-brother of Death Hand !" :Suffalo Bill and the chief were ready the next morning when the Shasta Sport and a dozen followers rode up to the cabin leadi11g a pack horse with food, kindling wo.od, picks and shovels. It \ v as bitter cold but fl.iid, beath Rand rode to the front as gt1ide, Buffalo Bil'! and the sport ridirtg bv side. The ride was about two hoursi and the bodies were found thirty in numbe r the coyotes just beginning to gather for a fea st, having lost too 1nuch ti111e, as is their custOm, whining ove r it, and so losing their m e al. A spot was selected, a l arge, round grave dug, the bo d ies placed in it, in a sitti1:ig ,posture, facing each othet. Their weapons, and equ ipm ents taken from their dead ponies, \ ere pl a c ed in th e g rave with them, a fire was built in t he center, to wa rm them on the trail to the happy hunting grounds, Buffalo Bill arranging all :is h e k new was the Indian cust om, for the chief would not ask it. That h e appieciated it could be seen Then the grave was filled in, a11d sto11es were brought and piled in ca ve shape up o n it. This done, dinn e r was eaten, and the trail taken back t o Yell ow Dust City. Back to the cabin of Sule Ross went Buffalo Hill a11d the chief, and when the storek eeper came in, later, to supp er, the scout said:. Well, Stile, I have spo tted t e h 6f the batid that fol lowed the Blue Belts!" CHAPTER XX. SPOTTF. b Before retiring that ni ght o f the return from the fun e ral Bu ffalo Bill a ske d D eat h !{and ho w he felt r etur11i!ig to his peo p l e He knew that the Indian was anxious to go, and, what wa s mote, he int e nded to accompany him quite a distance'l1po n hi s trail. The chi e f's face s h o w e d h is pleasure at b eing lible to retur11. He was wholly well, and could go pack Md show his people that he still lived. H e would have to tell them ho w hi s braves had perished, but that would add new lustr e to his fame, that he 'Should escape. In truth, he had much very much to tell his p ebj:ilc. He ha d met the man h e had regarded as his \ V bt 's t fol!. a nd fo u n d him to be his best friend He had been treated as a b t'ot her by th e palefaces. All thi s he c oi.1ltl say u po n his return. . Having decided to start, B u ffalo Bill said: "You see, Sule I s till believe that the r e ate rt1en here who mean mischief t o the chief." '"So do I." "They wot1ld not do it o penly, but they wo11ld kill him if they got a chance." "I am sute o f it." "If he attem pted to leave the camp ale.fie h e wmlld b e s hot ; and 110 o ne would know who did the d ee d. "That is so." "Now, I will go on with him to wh ere he strikes Up into the mountains) and he can get a long all right from the re, whi le it will not be bad goitig for me to go where my crippled crew are encaflhped. " I see." "I will carry them sorn!'! .more supplies from your

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 2I store, and I will tell them that I discovered ten of their 1oes-in fad, can account for eleven, and know where tq put m.y hand upon ten more." 'You are Slire of these te n men?" "Yes, sure." 'It was quick work."' "I keep my eyes open, Sule, and have spotted these men, beyond a doubt!'' "And I can spot the othe r six." "You must do more, Sule." How?" "You don't know the men I have spotted?" 'No." "Then spot the sixteen, so there can be no mistake."' "Yes, in one way and another I can find them out, ncvei: fear, eac h and all of them." "Do so. Jot down their names and have them so yo u can point them out to me at a moment's notice. "You see I take more supplies to my crippled cre\v now, because I
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22 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. The man Tom walked out to the edge of the pines and called back : "I don't see 'em yit." "Hands up, there !" There were yells of fright, shots, and, as Buffalo Bill sprang dd'Wn from a rock, he confronted the man who had gone into the. trail and who was too dazed to know what to do. "Surrender, or you go under!" Up went his hands, and he cried: "Don't shoot, pard for we hain t road agents, but jist hunters." "Yes, hunting that Indian chi ef's life and mine. Come, you have got to take the news back to Yellow Dust that you made a failure in your assassin act." With this the scout disarmed the man and led him into tqe thicket. -The 'fellow turned more deathly pale and shuddered 'JS he saw his two comrades. Both were dead; near them stood the Indian chief. His wistful gaze was upon their heads, and he was raising their scalplocks, in his mind. "Bring their horses here, chief," ordered the sc o ut. The three horses were brought from back in the thicket. "Mount, sir!" The man obeyed. Ins tantly he was bound securely to his saddle, and his hands tied behind his. back. Buffalo Bill then drew off his heavy gloves, and, fishing a pencil and slip of paper out of his pocket, he wrote: "To ''COLONEL CAMP, "Golden Arms. "I send you a prisoner and two dead m en. "They will be readily recogniz ed as the pards of the late Scalplock Sam. "They discovered that I was to leave this morning with the Indian, so went out ahead to ambush us, and I hcanl from their own lips that they intended to kill us both. .We thwarted them. "Sincerely yours, "WILLIAM F. CODY, "Buffalo Bill, "Chief of Army Scouts." This was pinned upon the breast of the prisoner; then the bodies of the two dead men were strapped upon their horses the three animals were then tied together with lariat, and, taken into the trail, were started back to Yellow Dust. They seemed anxious to get there, which was more than the bound prisoner was, for he had dim forebodings that the Secret Vigilantes might wish to interview him. "Just a half hour's delay, chief; but we'll push along rapidly now and warm up ourselves and our horses," said Buffalo Bill, and, mounting, they set off at a gallop, for it was open traveling then for miles. CHAPTER XXII. QUICK RETRIBUTION. The man whose face was turned toward Yellow Dust City, and who had not the power to check his horse, or remove the placard Buffalo Bill had placed upon his breast, was truly in a dangerous predicament. If he happened to first meet a friend he might escape dire vengeance; but the chances were that he would first come upon those who were not his friends; he was pretty sure to ride against a member of the Secret Vigilantes. His two dead pards, strapped over their saddles, were an appalling reminder of what might be in store foi: him. On he went. The first cabin was passed. At the next some men gazed curiously at him, but he was undistur bed. The h o rses kept direct on the trail, and the trail led up to the cent e r of the can J ps. Could he not halt them? Could he not turn them off at th e trail leading to his own cabin? Had he done so he would have found cold comfort there. The body of Scalplock Sam and that of his dead com rade were there, and no watcher stood guard over the dead, for the three had gone to kill the Indian chief. Nearing the turn-off the bound rider tried by word and movement to induce the horses to go that way. As it was their home, they mi ght ha{e done so, but a group of miners came along the trail going to their work. They struck into the main trail before the three horses reached the one their rider wished them to take. With amazement they gazed upon the coming horses tri e d to head them off, and, in doing so, started them into a run. The scared animals dash e d by them and kept straight on up to the center of the camps. The miners followed on the run. Others came out of their cabins and joined in the chase. At last, the hor ses halted at the cabin of Sule Ross. He caught them, glanced at the placard, and sai.d : Biter bitten, eh? I'll take you to the colonel." He led the strang-e outfit to the Golden Arms, and the trail was now full of miners who had followed the grim cavalcade. "Ho, Ross, what have you there?" It was the Sport from Shasta who a s ked the question, and being up so early, it appeared as though he had not been to bed. "This man has a letter for Colonel Camp," answered Sule Ross. -"It d o ubtless contains interesting news. I'll join you," the sport announced. The colonel came out of the Gold e n Arms as the storekeeper arrived, leading the horses. "A letter for you, colonel." "Where is it, Ross?" "That r.ian has it." "Give it to me my man-why, bless my soul, he is !Sound, and-why, those men are dead." "Yes, the horses brought them to my cabin, and I saw that the letter was to you, so led them over." "It is one of Scalplock Sam's men!" "The whole three are. I guess the quintette has but one repres e ntative now, colonel." The colonel pulled the paper from the breast of the man who was as pale as a corpse. He. read it, then said:

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i THE BUFFALO BiLL S TORIES. 2 J "Listen to this, iny frie11ds O ver a:. ht\ndtecl men were about the im patient to kno w the mear iing of what they saw b efore them to kn o w what story that paper t o ld. In a loud, di s ti n c t v oice the c olo nel r ead the lin es w ritt e n to him b y B u ff alo Bill. and a l o ud murmur ran t h roug h the crb wd. "This is a case fo r t h e S ecre t \'ig ilant es, col o nel. J thin k so Sam. " N o n ee d o f a trial.., 'l\on e." ''Btr ffal o Bill' s l ette r c ondemns him and se n t ence s him." "CertainlY "Let u s f1ang him the n," and the Shasta Sport spoke in a m a t te r-of-fact way tha t was t e rrible to the p oor wretc h "I h a rdl y thi n k B u ff al o B ill could have wis h e d his ktt e r thus construed," said S ul e R oss H e t ells the s t o r y o f this m an's guilt." Y cry true, but d id n o t s uggest h a n g in g him. ':.Jo t b e in g h e re himself hi s l ette r stands a s a wit n ess again s t thi s inte nd e d mmcl e r e r and 1 say hang him "He c erta i n l y i s g uilt y,' assumed the c o l o n el. "I d o n o t d e ny that, but h e i s the last o f hi s gan g, and so le t hi m go a t that, nrged S ul c R oss ":\kn. d o y o u not say t h is man s h ould h a n g that Yellow Dust itY would b e t h e b ette r off fo r i t, a n d i t se r ve as a n exampl e and w arning that w e will not t o l erat e la w l essness a n d n1urde r h e re?" S unfl o w e r a m thus appea l e d t o the crowd. The r e a n s w e r ed him a ro a r o f affirmati ves "What i f h e had kill e d t ha t Indian chief? Why, w e would have h a d in th e sprin g tho u sands of warrio r s h e r e i o avenge hin1. W ha t i f h e h a d kill e d B uff a l o Bill, the g r eat army s c out? W h y we \Yo u I d have. a m ili tary p os t plante d 1ig ht h e r e '.\ L e n thi man m u s t h a n g !'' This see nied the opinion of a ll. and t h e word s of t h e Sh as t a Sport rai sed yells a t o n ce t o h a n g him :Ha n g him !'' "He it!'' "'It w ill be a good exam ple ... -'Buffalo B ill treated hin i whi te la s t n i ght, a nd the n that fellow wa n te d t o kill him. The3e we r e the cri es, and the r e wa s n o t a di ssenting voic e n o w sav e t he' vict im's. l oud, ly fo r me r cy. and begged for hi s life for a f ew clays. The cr o wd w as deaf to e n t r ea t y, a n d, th oroughly in f m iat ec\ n ow, they dragged him fr o m hi s horse. and t e n 1ninutes a fte r h e w as sw in g ing i n m id air, having b ee n d rawn up b y man y willing h ands ove r the l imb of a tree th a t had serve d tim e an d a g ain b efo r for a g all o w s and J iad th e \James of the hang-cc! o n es cut into the bark of the trunk. The Stalplock S a m g a r i g h a d b ee n wi ped out! C HAPT E R X XIJL l)f \ '1DED T R .\lLS B uffal o B ill rode o n rapi dly afte r l e av ing-the sce n e ,.,f l he a m bu s h H i s face was stern set, h is eyes burning,' for t h e s c enes he had bee n forced into dur i n g the p as t iwel v e h o urs cut him to the quick. It was a terrib le thing to take huma n lif e ev e n in s elfdefense. Afte r a brisk canter of several mi l e s ove r the plain, w hi c h t h e w inds had swept o f the snow, h e drew rein a n d w ent at a low pace. I-Ic did n o t ca r e t o o v ertax the h o r ses H e knew t hat it was a g oo d tw o d ays' r i d e t o the l11clian :village and c cjuall y that far to the camp of b is Cri ppled'' Crew. H e had in h is mind a place whe r e h e could camp for t h e ni ght, where man and b e a s t could find fairl y good s h e l t e r fr-0111 t h e c o ld. The n h e and the c h ief w o ul d go separate ways, and' e ac h w o u l d strive t o r e ach hi s d estinat i o n b e fo re anothe r ni g ht. In s pite o f his c o nfid ence in the Indian. h e did n b t care t o l e t him know jus t where he was going. B y the trail he was t h en following h e co ul d, b y a wid e tlank movemi;:nt go to t h e fort; and so h e l e t the c h i ef b e l i eve that h e was goi n g there, but to p i ck up some o f h is sco u ts o n t h e \va y . It would not do to let the Indian know that t h e r e was a band o f c r ippl e d palefac e s n o t se v enty -fiv e mil e s fro m t h eir v ill a g e Though th e chi e f mi ght be quare. th e r e w e r e y o11ng btic'k s i n hi s t r ibe who w o u l d very qui ckl y g o hunting fo r the sca lp s o f the c rippled m e n in s pite of t h e sevete winte r . As th e y r o d e togethe r t hat clay th e s c out did all i ; 1 hi s pow e r t o l e t t h e c h ief k n_o,, th<;lt t h e pal e face s a s numerou s as the leaves o f the tree s t hat th eir village s w ere scatte r e d over t hoi.1 sands o f m i l es, a n d that i t wou l d be b es t fo r h i m and his p eo p le to bury t l 1 e hatchet and liv e iii p ea c e with th e m Pi.cl t he y n o t c \ o so it would b e a contin u al warfare, and many o f hi s braves would b e kill e d bi s villa g e s cle s troy G d 1 and t h e y .;,oulcl b e driven furthe r a nd furtJ:g:r fro1 h t h eir hunti1 1 g g r buncls. The chi e f lis t e n e d as o n e who r cafize d that t h e sco u t t o ld the trut h ai}d s p o k e fo r h is good At l a s t h e sai d-: .. M e thi}ik heap talk lit t l e Me n o fo rget. G r eat \ V hit e C hief talk s with s f r w i ght t ongue D eath Hand h i s brothe r -and h e bro t h e r of D e a t h Hand." T h e scout was plea s ed with th! rl'lttch co n c es s i on: fronr the p o w e rful l eacl<:r o f a big t;ri bc It. m eant a g r eat deal. The r i d e all .day was a bit t e r c old o n e a nd bo th ;md riders f e lt it: but t oward s un se t t h e s c out turne d i'nt-0 0 n e of t h os e s h e lt e red c edar-dad v a l leys s o frequenfl y found in t h e wilcl1',of the W es t a s thoug h Nature had p lac e d th e m th e r e fo r s uff e rin g humanity. T h et'e was a sfre arn there, t hGt1g h it \ v a s fro zen s olid, and a s h eltered ca m ping-pl a c e 'for me n and h o r se among so m e b o w l d e r s The pack saclcll es rub b e r b lanke t s and so1i1e C ( idar. hon g l L Buff a l o B ill cut m a d e a r etreat for t h e tw o m e n ;ind pin e shaw was piled up am o n g th e roc k s fo r the h o r ses whi c h w e r e a l so secure h blanke t ed A fire was built: th e was the coo k a11d, h a vin g killed a fine d ee r befor e campin g, h e had a sup11er t hat \\ a m os t acc eptable; aft e r the lot1g ha'rd ride of o,;e r fifty mile s

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THE BUFF BILL STORIES. Smoking their pipes after supper, the two comrades, so strangely brought together, wrapped themselves in their blankets, and were soon fast asleep. The sun was rising when they awoke, and a good breakfast followed, with another good feed of grain for the horses. Then it was mount and away, and after several miles the scout halted. Pointing down the valley, he said: "I go this way, chid. You keep this mountain trail to your vi_llage." "Me know." / "You will get there by night, I guess, and your people will be glad to see you." "Heap glad." "You can tell them that the palefaces are their friends, if they will let them be, and to think of them so, and not let a few bad white men turn them against us. ''We have been foes, chief, for I have followed your trail, and you have followed mine; but we are friends now, brothers. Good-by!" The bronze-like face of the Indian became mobile; its hardness softened ; its stern features revealed the heart away back under the broad breast, and, grasp ing the of Buffalo Bill, as though unable to utter a word, he rode away in silence. For some time the scout watched him, vet he never looked back, but steadily plodded on his trail, leading his t\ pack horses and the pony after him in single file. CHAPTER XXIV. THE ARRIVAL. Buffalo Bill watched the Chief Death Hand until he was out of sight, and then mused : "Well, he has been an uncompromising foe of the whites, but has always fought us hard and asked nb mercy, shown none. "But now he has seen that the whites are his friends, if he will allow them to be, and after his treatment in Yellow Dust City, he will change his views. "I am hoping for this to lay the foundation of peace with the mountain tribes, and if it does not I will be greatly mistaken and disappointed as well. "Now to push on to the camp of my Crippled Crew, for I do not. care to be caught out to-night without shelter. "Come, horses, it is a hard ride, but good quarters and a long rest when you get there." .r . So saying, the scout pressed on his way, at a pace he knew the i1ors.es could hold. -He had never been over that part of the country be fore, but his great experience prevented him from feeling any uneasiness as to his ability to find his way. His horses were beginning to feel the strain, for he did not halt at noon fearing the cold would stiffen the animals, when he came upon a: landmark he knew. It was the spot where came upon the trail of the crippled fugitives. The sun was then nearing the horizon, and the wind was rising, betokening another storm, so he was glad / to feel that in half an hour he would reach the camp of the maimed Soon after the canyon came into view, and there, curling up along the side of the cliff, he saw the smoke from the cabin. The Crippled Crew were yet alive; and more, they were cooking their supper, for the odors of broiling bacon came to him on the wind blowing down the deep mountain rift. Next the cabin came in sight, and he saw a man, with one wooden leg, swinging an ax in a very good way for one who had been so maimed onlv a few weeks before. "Ho, Captain Boyd, that is doing well for a cripple !" I The woodcutter dropped his ax, hopped to a tree, where leaned his rifle, and turned quickly. "Why, Mr. Cody! You startled me, I can tell you. "Ho, men, Buffalo Bill is here !" His voice rang out, and the men hastened out of the cabin. They came with a cheer, too, a:nd crowded around the scout . greeting him as their preserver and best friend. "I brought you some more supplies, sooner than I ex pected, and as I came along I killed two deer. How are you all?" ''All alive, sir, and doing splendidly. Those who lost a foot are using home-made wooden legs, and those who lost a hand are doing the hunting and moving about work. for the outfit. "But Surgeon Powell is not with you, sir?" "No, I left him at the fort, and guided General Easton over to Yell ow Dust City, so I came from there." "Any news there, Mr. Cody?" .. "Yes, Boyd, considerable. vVe will talk it over to night, for there are men there who are most anxious as to your fate." "You d.id not tell them, sir?" asked Bert Boyd, with a tone and look of anxiety. : .Not a word. They think you all must have per isl}ed in t11e storms. "Y oti see, as a band, they thought it would be well to. hit the Blue Belts first and hard, and so you were the sufferers. "But' they did not accomplish all they expected, as other lawless acts have followed." "Yes, they did not get the right ones," said Boyd, bit terly. "Not altogether. There are a few of the lawless ment still left in Yellow Dust City as I can vouch for, th,ough there has been another thinning out, let me tell you, of five in one lot, then five in another." ,"Who were they, sir?" "The first five were Chin-Chin Jim and four men, three of whom were killed and two are prisoners at the fort." "They are guilty, as I know." "Then Scalplock Sam and his four comrades came next." "Good They were a. hard quintette and richly de served hanging." "I will tell you it to-night, for now I wish to look after my well-nigh used up horses, and get these supplies indoors, for it seems I have bnmght a storm with : me," and Buffalo Bill pointed to the darkening skies.

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 2 5 CHAPTER XXV. ACCOUNTED FOR. I _.Seated in the comfortable cabin of the Crippled Crew, smoking his pipe after a very hearty supper, Buffalo Bill listened to the howling winds and driving sleet without, and congratulated himself upon having reached such good quarters of the storm. He also wondered if the Indian chi ef had reached his village ahead of the storrri, though h e felt no anxiety regarding him, as he knew it would not be severe enough to check him on the way when he was so near his people. The Crippled Crew were as pleased as a lot of school boys at the arrival of the scout, and listen ed to his story of his adventures since he left with the greatest of interest. "There is one consolation, at least, for us, Mr. Cody." "What is it, Bovd ?" "Why, if it had not been for our misfortunes, you would not have found General Easton and his party, and consequently they would have perished in that blizzard.'' ''That is true, and a cheerful way of looking at it, too. "But now Jet me tell you of the happenings at Yellow Dust City and give you all another grain of comfort, too, for had it not been for your exile and s uffering s I would not have found Death Hand, the Indian chief, d.ving in the snow,'saved his life, and, I hope, laid the foundation ther eby for a peace between bis tribe and the whites. "He came w ith me part of the way upon my journey 1-:re, and r et urn s to his people with a strange sto ry to tell of the palefaces who were his foes." "I hope. sir, he does not know we are here. "No, indeed!" "You see, we have suffered so much and are not ye t accustom ed to b eing crippled, so it makes us timid," Boyd explained. "I do not wonder at it in the l e ast. Then Buffalo Bill went over all the happenings at Y el low Dust City, the men all most attentive, and now and then making conun ents and asking questions. ' Do you go back to Dust City from here, sir!" asked Bo yd, after a significant glance around at his comrades. "No, I shall go to the fort from here. "And when will yo u return here, sir?" "I will leave when the weather permits, remain at .the fort until I can get a chance to return here between st,0-rms, and Surgeon Powell will accompany me. "We >vill also bring horses needed, and come prepared to take you away, for I do not think, now you are all im proving so rapidly, there is any need of your r emaining here all the winter. -"The fact is, I will need you, Boyd, and I feel that I can guide you away between the storms.'' "\rVhere do you w ish us to go, sir?" "To Yellow Du st City.'' The Crippled Crew lo o ked at each other in a stra nge way, and then Boyd asked: '' \Ve will be under your protection, sir?" "Yes, and Surgeon Powell 's." ''\Ve -.,,viii go, sir." "YOU will also be under the protection of ;itorcl
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26 -THE BUFFALO BILL STOR IES. CHAPTER XXVI. THE CRIPPLED CREW'S SECRET. What it could be that Bert Boyd was so, anxious to make known to him Buffalo Bill could not guess. He saw that the leader and his men certainly )1ad .-something which they deemed of great importance to communicate. "See here, Boyd, let me sa) this to you, that if you are going to tell me anything to incriminat_ e yourselves, - were always around. "We .played carcfs f _or a purpose, yet almost in \ra.riabfy successfol. . . "We kept together because we chd not care for and so were too strong for any few desperadoes to p i ck a quarrel w ith or jump u pon, except in several cases. an.cl then we came out on top. -'"I have heardthat your band was t horoughl y organized, and more-that you were a very dangerous )ot. Boyq smiled and replied : 1 "Far more sir, than any man m Yell ow IJ)ust City for a moment fo1aginecl." "They. se@med to have sized you up very well, Boyd." t "No, sir, not in the slightest degr ee. vVhy ; Mr. Cody, )yith .;;i.11 your cleverness you do not know us as "e really are:'' Buffalo Bill shook his he 'a
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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. Seeing that Buffalo Bill was wholly astonished, went on: "You see, Mr. Cody, we did not intend to be trapped in any way. \Ve brought no sign or badge, paper, or anything to vouch for us; but you may have heard of Boyd Burton." ''Yes, I have, for I knew of him through an army fficer who got him to do some important detective work for him several years ago." \ "Well, I am Boyd Burton, ann Powell, and that officer was also greatly surprised at what the scout had to tell him. "Of course, I am with you, Bill," he said, "with yoi.y if it leads to death!" The next day it was a tall< with Captain Charlie Adams, and he being also let into the secret, said: "I shall take forty men with me, at least, Cody, and

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. you can just tell me wheu to be there, and depend upon it we will be .. So it was arranged, and, after a week spent at the fort, Buffalo Dill and Surgeon Powell left one morning early j11st after a clea1;ng-up of the weather. and started on the trail to the camp of the exiled detectives. They carri d with them extra horses, and made the ride by easy stages, stopping the first night at the stockade cabin. The day after their departure Captain Charlie Adams and forty men, not including a lieutenant, started for the cabin, there to stop a couple of days, another two at the Cave Canyon, and then to push on to Yel!O\y Dnst City. Should the weather come on to storm, then it. was un derstood that the captain and his men would retreat to the stockade cabin. and the night of the second day after the clearing up they would ride into Yellow Dust City. for Buffalo Bill had arranged to get there about that time. Buffalo Bill and Surgeon Powell made the camp of the Crippled Crew the second day after leaving the fort, ar riving at noon. They were greeted with the greatest cordiality. Examining his patients. Surgeon Powell found th<'m all in good condition. and said that they were fuliy able to take the long ride. But as the weather was threatening again. it was de.. tided to remain in camp until it cleared again before starting. This was accordingly clone, and \\'h en the wc;:i.thcr cleared the start was made. The men had b ecome accustomed to the loss of their limbs and' got along better than the scout had anticipated they would. It was midnig-ht of the third cla\' that thev came in sight of the ligl1ts qf Yellow Dust City. \Vithout attractipg the attention of any one; in fact, uot being seen by any one, they rode into the yard of Sulc Ross, and Buffalo Dill, having ridden on ahead, had prepared for their welcome. Their horses were soon put. away, and they had co1n fortable quarters in the hous e of the storekeeper. "A troop of cavalry arrived at the Golden Arms not half an hour ago." announced Sule Ross. "That is all right, Ross; it is part of the programme. ::\ow tell me what else vou knO\\'." ''Every man of that -band, Bill. I'll go up to the to-night and have him call the people to a meet ing at noon, and then yo u can strike your blow," v\'as the answer. CHAPTER XXIX. BUFF.\LO BJLL CONF,RONTS THE kI.'
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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 29 gansof cutthroats that ever disgraced even a mining camp." Stjll grasping the hand of the now white-faced Sam, with his right handi Buffalo Bill clutched in his left a small derringer pistol, a most t err. ible weapon at dost: quarters, the muzzl e pointed toward the sport. Though he had turned deadly pale, the man from Shasta remained outwardlv calm. He cou l d not release his hand from the He dared no t make a move with his disengaged hand to draw his r evo lv e r. The crowd had seen and heard wha was sa id bv Buf falo Bill and were gatpering fast about, them, though not a man had been very near when they first met Among those appearing were the colonel, Carl vVaring and Sule Ross. As Ross came up.Buffalo Bill gave th e order: "Put the steels upon him, Ross!" Instantly the storekeeper obeyed, and the Sunflower Sport was manacled and disarmed at the same tinte. "See here, Cody, a joke can be carried too far,' pro tested the sport. ''This is no joke, Shasta, as you w<:tll r ea lize. The law has got you fast at last.'' "Colonel, what does this outrage mean?" demanded the sport. scrutinizing the crowd. Buffalo Bill looked toward Sule Ross, who said in a low tone: "All here, chief !" The scout saw that about half the population of Yellow Dust City were there, and the other half were coming as fast as they could make their way .. CHAPTER XXX. TH'!:: EVIL SPIRIT OF IT ALL. A$ the crowd gathered out of the Golden Arms came Captain Charlie Adams, and his men imm ed iately began to form around the multitude but not pressing tO\\.arcl the center, but passing on the outer edge of the crowd. Then, at a sign al from Ross. the scout said in his terse way: 'Men, I have struck at your idol, it is true, but I know what I am about, and I accuse him first of being a murderer, robber and from justice, one who planned and led the work in the Phcenix Bank burglary, of which many of you have h e ard. "It is fai;;e !" yelled the disarn1ecl sport. "!t is true. That, however is but a part of his crirpln;'.11 rec9rd, a minor part. Well born and bred, he went wrong early in life from the innate deviltry in his nattll'e. He is ::n adept forger. and an expert counterfeiter of Gnited States money-;--hold "The man who attempts to leave this crowd will be shot dead!" The movement of men in the assmbled host to draw toward the outer edge of t!1e circle was checked by this warning. Then Buffalo !}ill resumed : "Now to the record niea. of this man from Shasta, aS' he calls himself. He is not from Shasta at all ; that dodge \Yas merely one of his blinds. He has here in Gold Dust City his whol e outfit for counterfeiting government n;oney, and his accomplices are in this very crowd. 'Suspecting the detectives were here upon his track, he organized the S e cret Vigilantes, and at once began to trump up charges against certain men. "Bis first blow fell upon the Blue Belts, and he deceived Colonel Camp, Sule R oss, Carl \ Varing and other good men and true, who associated with him as vigilantes to fre e the camp fr o m rogues and preserve the peace. It \Vas by his trickery and v ile lies that the band of fifteen men were exiled from this camp. ''The charges against them were utterly false and devil ish, for these very men, Burt Boyd and his Blue Belts. actually were government detectives here for the purpose of entrappi n g this human devil and his numerous fol lowers. "He had in his band, including himseif, tw enty-seven men. 1 Some of them were road agents, and it was five of his imps who attacked General Easton and his daughter. "Those tv\.enty-seven, their sport chief being in the lead, went on the trail of the Blue Belts purposely to des.troy I "They overtook the exiles, robbed them of the money they had, that which the sport had paid for the Blue Belt mine, as well, although it was counterfeit. and then they set to work to destroy them." "It is false," yelled the prisoner. "I am dealing in solid facts, good -people! I forgot to say that this man was educated as a physician and surgeon, and was a most cleve r one until he chose a life of disho110r. crime and deep depravity. As Dr. Augustus i\orman h e was known then, but he dropped his M D., and his real name long ago. 'However, he practiced suro-ery right here only a few months ago, for he determined to torture the Blue Belts to deatll; so, with his obedient miscreants, he cut a foot, or a hand, off of each one of the overpowered men. "He was well-nigh successful in his fiendish work, for, with utterly diab o lical purpose, he turned them loose to die of cold and starvation, maimed as they were! 'But I found the poor maimed victims of this miscreant, found them nearer dead than alive, at\d all that remains of the Blue Belts, Burt Boyd and six of his comrades, are her e to answer for themselves." Buffa l o Bill gave a loud cal!, and to the amazement of the crowd Burt Boyd came toward them from the cabin of Sule Ross. It beggars description to describe the scene that fol lowed. The rne1t spotted by Buffalo Bill arid Sule Ross were onte surrounded by the so ldiers, and in a short while t h ey, too, were in irons. The crmvd in sisted upon hanging them right then and there, but Buffalo Bi ll told them that the atrocious scot111drels must be taken East for trial. Adams and his men surrounded the pris.oners, and then Buffalo Bill, Burt Boyd and others picked frorn the crowd went on a searc h to the cabins of the assumed Sam and his associates in wickedness. What they found amply repaid them, for the evidence would hang any mru1. It was proof of the sport's guilt of the Phcenix Bank robbery, and three men t]Jen with him been his pals in that affair. The search su pplied ptoof of his and all the

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THE BUFFALO BILLSTORIES. counterfeitin a f e w sup e rhuman tugs, placed the rail into a fairly go o d .. But crack!. 1:wo revol:rer _shots ran g out m quick succession. A ?tmgmg sensation 111. my side told m e I was shot. Turrnng my head, the iron monster. with sparks flying from the brakes was bear in g down on me. I struggled fiercely to roll off the track, but was too weak. Nearer came the train, and then came a hard knock given b y my brother, with whom I slept. I was pulling sava g ely at his leg-trying to place the rail in position. The bedspreads w e re all over the ft9or1 put there by my fierce endeayors to off the. Being g reatly scared at first and wet with. p ersp1ratio11, I l"it the Iamp J and had no more sleep that mght.

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Are you still drea ming, boys ? You won't be if y o u are l uc k y enough t o win a Y o u'll be wide en ough awak e t hen. But you must dream first, and let u s k no w the result Gd a move en, before i t 's t o o late. For full p a rtic.ufors see page 32. Buff a lo BHl's Decoy Boys. ( B y Thomas Trudelle, Chicago, Ill.) I had a v e r y d r e a m after readi11g Buffalo Bill's D ecoy B o y s . My frie n d and I were traveling along one of the old trail s that l ed :tq \ Vynkoop Sfttkment. when we were sud denly captmecl by roavas getti n g d us\.;:. I sta r ted t o drive t h e catt l e in the coral. My h orse gave a sno rt. Looking in front o f m e I SC).w an an imal in m y path. I w hi p p e d ou t m y old forty-foqr and fir ed thre e shots in q ui c k s ucce ss ion. They to o k e ff ect. 'With a s c r eam the a n i m al gave a bound in the air and fell dead. I di s m ounte d tq examin e it, and found it to b e a young m ountain Hon. T o my this was not all. There its mothl!l', r e ady to ... finis h t h e fight S h e gave a n u nearthly scream, which frigh tened my h orse It gaye a s no r t and bounde d away, leav ing me a lone w i t h on l w two s11 o t s in m y revolver. I saw I h a d to do o r d ie. I rai se d th e w e apon and fired the t w o s h ots. My ai m w a s n o t sure, as onl y one took effect T h ere I was alone w i t h out a t h i n g to def end m yself witlL The first shot st un ned h e r the othe r one tore h er n eck, intlirting a d eep Res h w o und whi c h made her furi o u s She g a ve a bo und to w a rd m e. I turned and r a n for my life throug h the b rus h. S h e followed as fast as s h e c o uld. [t was v e r v dar k a nd I was five m il es frodJ h o me. It was a race fo r life Although s h e was c ri pple d she gained o n me for a s h ort d istance \\ii tli one last effo r t she g a ve a bound, bu t fell short, tear ing my coat and sc ratching me with h e r cl aws Just a s s h e gave anoth e r bound l a wo k e w i t h a start. How glad I was w h en I found i t on l y a d r eam! My Drea m o f a. Haunte d (?Y Bes sie Manco r C hieftain W. V a ) While v isitin g m v aunt out in the country last SutT\mer I had the d re a m wl 1ich T now r e la te I \ vas v a lking _q.l911g w h en I h eard a c r y for help. It c a m e from an old m i ne I walke d in to the opening in !he darkness. and on I walk e d. I w a s n o t afraid. \ Vhen, all at on c e, I sa w a light in an o ld ro o m. On go ing c l ose r I _Sa\\' C). wqi;na.n ..
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The World-Renowned Buffalo Bill (HON. WM. F. CODY) One of his latest photos by Stacy Buffalo Bill Stories is the only publication auth orized by HoN. WM. F Cooiv WE were the publishers qf the first story ever wril ten of the famous and world renowned Buffalo Bill, .. hero whose life has been otje succession of exciting and thrU Iin g incidents combined I great successes and_ accomplish \ ments, all of which will be in a series of grand which we are now placing be-fore the America n Boys. popularity they have alrea: y. obtained shows what the boy s want, and is ver.y gratifying to I the publishers. \ STREET & SMITi H PUBLISHERS NEW. YO ?K


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