Buffalo Bill's tough tussle, or, The mystery of the renegade hermit

Buffalo Bill's tough tussle, or, The mystery of the renegade hermit

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BORDER H issued Weekly. By Subscription $a.50 per year. Entered as Second Class Matter at New York P ost Office by STREET & SMITH, 238 William St. N. Y. No. 97. Price, Five Cents. "'!:RAPPED BY THAT BOY TRAlTORI" SHRIEKED THUNDER VOTCE, AND HE SPRANG, KNIFE IN BAND, UPON THE BOY BUT BUFFALO BILL'S RJCVOLVER CRACKED, AND THE RENEGADE CHIEF TOPPLED OVER,


A WEEKLY PUBLICATION DEVOTED TO BORDER Hl5TORY -. Iss ued B y s .. o scrzption $ 2..JO per y ear. Entered a s S e con d Cla s s J.f atter a t tlie N. Y. Post O ffi ce, b y STREET & SMITH, 2 3 8 William St., N. Y Entered acc ordin!f to Act o f Con!{Yes s in t he year 1 qo 3 i n t ile Office of tlie Librarian of Con!{ress, Waslrin!f{on, D. C. No. 97. N E W Y ORK March 2 1 1 9 0 3. Price F i v e Cents. BUFFALO BILL' S .TOUfiH TUSSLE; OR, j The M y stery of the Renegade H ermit. By the autho r of "BUFF ALO BILL." I CHAPTER I. TWO SHOTS. "I'll kill him now, for he is within easy r eaclt of my rifle. With him dead, I dare go East and enjoy the fruits o i yea r s of t oil. He it was who kept me from reaping the benefits of that toil, and of my first deed of crime for gold, which I love as I do life. "Yes, he will pass nearer than he is now ; then I will send a bullet through his heart, if he is in the midst of a hundred of his gallant soldiers. "They can fire at me, but their bulle t s will pelt the rocks harmlessly, and, flying to my horse, I can be off like the wind with no one to pursue, fo r they cannot r each this ridge without riding for miles around. "Now, Carrol Doan, colone l in the United States A r my, yo u r minutes of life are numbered, for I will kill you." The speaker was crouching among some r ocks upon a rugged ridge a hundred feet in height, t hat overhung a trail alo n g which a party of ho r seme n we r e t r a veling. In the front rode two men in b uckski n one a ro ugh look ing fellow, sunburned, longh aire d and bearded, wit h s m all da r k, p iercing eyes; the othe r, a s p lend i d specime n o f the b eau ideal plainsman-tall, with a magnificen t form, broad shoulders, graceful, and a perfect horseman, while his face was one to see and remember a lifetime. The former was the guide of that wild country; the l atter was Buffalo Bill. Behind them rode a cavalry command, escorting the colonel commanding Fort Belvue, a p o st lately estab lished in the Indian country, and with him were several officers; while following in an were two ladies and a girl of forteen. It wa s of Colonel Carrol Doan the words we r e spoke n which open this story, and who, little dreaming of a hidden foe ne:ir-an enemy of the by-gone, who had recognized him at a glance even in that far-away landwas ridi n g confidently on his way back to the fort, afte r a long ride to the distant stage line to meet his wife and daughter. Neare r and n earer he drew to the spot where his foe lay in am b ush. All were talking pleasantly as they r ode al ong, n o o n e s uspecting evi l or danger, or a tragedy The two me n i n buckskin-Buffalo Bill and Ind.iaJ


, 2 THE .BUF.FALO BILL STORIES. Dick, the guide-had passed beneath the shadow of the cliff upon which the intended assassin was lying in wait. His deadly bullet was not for them, Following directly after them was a lieutenant and a score of troopers ; then came Colonel Carrol Doan, the victim destined for death ; then several officers, and next the ambulance with the ladies, a light army 1Wagori with baggage, some pack animals, and some forty troopers bringing .up the rear. J Who would look for a sudden death in the very midst of such a guard and escort? But, crouching among the rocks, the man upon the cliff had his rifle leveled, his eye read)' to sight along the barrel and aim at the heart, where a glittering medal on the coloners breast sparkled in the sunlight. The lurking assassin was a man whose years had i?il vered his temples, whose face had been bronzed by long exposure and life in the wilderness. He was dressed in buckskin from moccasins to cap, his hair and beard hung almost to his waist, but he was a person of commanding presence in spite. of his being in hiding there to kill a fellow being, one who knew of the first crime of his life-a deed that had sent him a fugitive into V\T estern wilds, to live apart from human kind. Nearer and nearer rode the colonel, and more firmly the ambushed man grasped his rifle; lower he crouched; his eye ran alopg the sights, and then his finger touched the trigger. Then came a puff of smoke, a sharp report, and Col onel Carrol Doan felt a severe blow as the e followed a sharp sound of metal ringing against metal ; he reeled in his saddle, but guickly r ecovered himself, as the bullet had struck the center of the heavy badge he wore, and was arrested by it. It was a sudden shock and momentary pain, but the colonel never lost his nerve, and, glai'lcing up toward cliff, cried : "There he goes! Fire on him !" There, dashing along the_ ridg e to cover, was the form of the intended assassin, and score carbines began to crack and the troopers threw them to their shoulders and began to pull tngger: But the form bounded ori arid disappeared, just as Buffalo Bill came dashing back from the front. Instinctively he took in the situation-that the colonel had been fired on from the cliffs, and, seizing his long lariat, he was whirling it rapidly around his head, his eyes fixed upon a broken pine growing forty feet above on a shelf of rock. All eagerly watched the scout, saw the coil leave his hand, beheld the noose circle over the broken limb, and then, with his rifle slung ;it his back, the y beheld him rapidly ascending to the ledge. They saw him climb on from there upward, twenty feet, drop on we knee, throw his rifle to his shoul der, take a quick sight, and fire. A moment after Bufftilo Bill disappeared from the sight of those who were watching him. I CHAPTER II. SOY HERMIT. Seated in front of a stoutly-built cabin of rocks and logs which stood clo!'le in under overhanging cliffs, at the head of a canyori that widened into a valley below, was a youth of seventeen, perhaps, though his look of manliness and stern determination, his well-developed form and natural air of perfect self-confidence caused him to appear older. His face was a fine and striking one-frank, fearless and handsome, M1ile his complexion had been bronzed to the hue of a redskin, though his dark blue eyes and golden hair, worn long, showed that there was no trace of Indian blood in his veins . He was dressed in buckskin, beaded and embroidered with porcupine quills dyed in gay colors, and his moc casins were well made, while upon' his head sat, jauntily, a cap made of the plumage of birds, and handsomely made, too. The youth wore a revolver and knife in his belt, and, as we see him, was engaged in cleaning an old-style but s erviceable weapon-a rifle and shotgun combined, one barrel being rifled, the other smooth-bore for shot. In the meadow land down the valley half a doze n Indian ponies were grazing, and as he glanced up from ( his work, the youth suddenly started and mut tered : "Something is frightening the ponies a mountain lion I guess, so I'll go for him.'1 The p onies had raised their beads and trotted away from the trail, but as the youth arose, having just finished his ark, there came into view a horseman riding in a run. "\i\Thy; it is father! "But, what can be the matter with him, for, see how he r eels in the saddle! There! he nearly fell to the ground then!" Putting down his gun, the youth darted down the steep trail, from the ledge 0 rock upon whicb the cabin stood, and, reaching the spot where the horse man had halted, \Vas just in time to catch him in his ar11'ls as he fell from his saddle. "Oh, father l You are wounded!" cried the youth, in dismay. "Yes, Don, and a death wound it isl" groaned t!le


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 3 man as the youth raised him in his strong ar.ins, and, only because you fought them like a little tiger, stand bearing him up the steep path, placed him on a cot in in g over the dead body of your mother and father, and, the cabin, the act showing wonderful strength for one with the latter's sword, boy of nine though you were, so young." you killed two braves! "Father, I will see what I can do, for it may not be "I believe you know that renegades white men so bad." among the Sioux-spared you, though they instigated "I know, boy for it is given to mortal to feel when the attack on t train. the hand of d eath is upon him ." "The Indians, as you know, are superstitious about "Who gave you the wound father?" asked the youth, charms so they would not touch the gold locket hanging as he tenderly drew off the hunting-shirt to examine the to a chain about your neck and containing the minia wound. / tures of your father and mother, and which you still have. "See what you think before I tell you, for I know "On it were thei1' names, but a bullet had cut across that the old Indian chief, Big Medicine, taught you well them and erased all but the last part-"don," and so I while you lived w ith him." called you Don. The boy had now exposed the wound-a bullet-shot "You have nothing else by which to discover who you in the right side, almost under the arm, and, glancing should you wish to do so. My God! how I suffer.'" at the red stream wellinrr up to the lips of the man he Father, tell me who gave you that wound, and I will b 1" 1 "d h 1 shook his head, while he took from an old morocco avenge you earnest Y sai t e yout 1. surgical case a probe and, with perfectly steady hand, "Never! The man who shot me twice has saved my b egan to search for the bullet. life, and I brought the wound upon myself-Don, I de-The man awaited "".ith pallid face and anxious look served it," was the low response. the cfecision of the boy surgeon, as though with perfect confidence in his skill. "Father!" "Yes, Don." "The bullet has entered too far for me to find it, and--" "The wound is fatal," cam e wit h a groan. "I fear so, for the blo o d forcing itself from your mouth shows that it cut throu g h the lung." "I knew it, and my hours are number e d. "Just as I began to h o p e that we might go out of. this wild hermit life and live among our fellow men, with riches to care for us, Don, the end has come, at least for me, and I am to find a grave in this wilderness, where for so many long years I have hidden away." "Don't talk, father, for it gives you pain." "I care not for the pain of the wound now ; the suffer ing is all here, and here, boy, in heart and brain! "I must talk, for I have much tq tell you, for, as the aged pass away the future opens for the young. "Your life is just begun, as it were, though the years that you have seen have been hard ones ; but the future is before you, and I wish to talk-to tell you what that future will be for you." "Never mind me, father, for I'll get a l ong a l l right." "But I do mind you. Ah! I must not delay, but tell you what I would not die and leave unsaid. "You know that you are not my own son ; that I found you in the Sioux village four years ago and bought you from Big Medicine, the chief. "You too, that they, the Sioux, massacred the wagon train your parents were with and spared you CHAPTER III. THE BURIED LEGACY. The youth seemed impressed by the words. of the man whom he called father, in saying that he deserved the death wound he had received. He saw that the man was suffering greatly: he knew that he was growing weaker and weaker. Realizing this, also, the old hennit again began to talk. "Don, I looked back as I reached my horse and saw the man who gave me this, wound. I knew him, for no one could mistake him for another, once seeing him. "He did not know me, I an1 sure, for the distance was too great, and I was in the shadow down the ridge. How he ever reached the spot where I saw him Heaven only knows, or how he hit me at that long range I cannot co1pprehend, bu( hit trftl he did-wonderful shot that he is." "\i\That had you done, father?" "Boy, I was on the ridge, watching some soldiers coming along the trail, and the man who was at their head was the man who shot me. "There was another guide riding by his side, whom I knew, and I also very well know that he is there to lead them into a trap, for it is Indian Dick, the Renegade; so I will be avenged, after all, though I would be sorry to have Buffaio Bill die that way. But he always escapes somehow, and his luck will not desert him this time, I feel sure--at least, I hope so." The boy started, seemed abou t to speak, glanced out


4 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. of the door anxiously, but said nothing, and the old hermit resumed : "The leader of those soldiers was a man lately sent to the frontier here, the commander of the new fort. I knew him at a glance, and I determined to kill him." "How had he wronged you ?" "It is too long a story to tell, but if hi! had not wronged me, he had made me a fugitive, an kept me from returning East and enjoying my fortune. "With Colonel Carrol Doan dead, I had nothing to fear, so I sought to kill him. I hope that I did so; yes, my aim is too true to fail me, but I certainly heard his voice call to his men to fire on me. I escaped a perfect hail of bullets, to get this one here from the ri.fie of Buffalo Bill when I deemed that I was perfectly safe. "Now, Don, I am going out of life and you are to b e my heir. You know that we have picked up con siderable gold here in the mountains, and you know where it is hidden. It is yours, every grain of the pre cious metal, and there are thousands of dollars' worth there. "But this is not all ; I have anGther legacy for you. 'Years ago I buried a treasure 1 was never able to enjoy How I got it matters not, but it is mine, and I leave it to you, also. It is in the East, and in the old leather case you have seen me safely guard you will find a map and description of just where to find it. "Go first by day and locate the spot; then, by night, in a boat and alone, to dig it up. "It amounts to far more than the gold we have here, and, altogether, yo u will have a fortune to enjoy when you go East. "Fortunately, I received a fine education, and have thus educated you, The I have here, and which you have read, have fold you much of life and the world, though you are a boy hermit-yes, I may say, half an Indian, from the training you have received, though I well kqow you hate the Sioux bitterly, and I do n'ot wonder-ah I it seems as if my very heart had been torn ORen by that bullet, for ihe pain grows more and more intense as I become wea,ker." The boy did what he could to relieve the sufferings 0 the dying hermit, and then again sat down by the side of the rude bed to await the end. Glancing about the cabin his eyes fell upon his own bed in one corner, the rude household goods, some wea pons 01i the wall, a violin1 a number of pencil sketches a1id a shelf of books. Humble as it was, with the fort, seventy miles distant, the nearest habitation of white men; with the Indian village forty miles distant in the mountain, and the now dying man his only companion, the ooy hermit lo ed his home, loved the wild life he led. Whatever the man had been in the past-whatever the of crime that had 1driven ijim a fugitive from his fellow men, to him he had ever been kind and gentle, indeed, a father, and he dearly loved him. But one shadow was between them-the fact that the old hermit was the friend of the redskins, while the boy was their implacable foe for the terrible wrong they had done him in the slaughter of his parents. M inutes passed away, and the man had not spoken. His breathing had grown more labored, and at last his breath came in gasps, until suddenly, it ceased. Was he asleep? The b oy bent over him. Yes, it was the sleep of death. Tears ran d o wn the browned cheeks, but the boy did n o t give way to his grief. Something seemed to be upon his mind, for he said: "I must go at once, for he said Indian Dick was guid ing therri, and that means to their d eat h. "It was at the ridge, he said, apd over two hours ago, so I have not a moment to lose." With this he folded the hands upon the breasts closed tl:e door of the cabin after him, seized his rifle and a saddle and1 bridle and ran rapidly down into the meadow land. Cat ch'.ng a fine Pinto pony with his lariat, a moment after he was.,in the saddle and riding rapidly down the valley on his volunteer errand of mercy. CHAPTER IV. AN ARRIVAL IN CAMP. When Buffalo Bill had fired his shot from the top of the cliff he was seen to wave his hat about his head and then disapp e ar. Col onel Doan had quickly decided that he had not been wounded, but had had th e call of his life. In the decoration hanging just r v cr his heart-a badge won for bravery on the field-the bullet of the intended assassin had half-flattened itself, and, becoming imbedded there, had remained so firmly fixed that it woul d require to be cut out. "I shall Jet it remain there, for it does not disfigure the said the colonel, and he submitted to the 11urgeon's earnest wish to see if the severe blow of the checked ball had done any harm. Fortunately, it made only a severe bruise, and all con gratulated the colonel that it was no worse "Who was it that fired the shot, guide?" asked Col onel Doan, of Indian Dick. "I didn't see him, sir. Was it a boy?" o, a man, with long hair and beard."


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 5 "Like as not some gold-hunter as has struck it rich and wants ter scare ther bluecoats out o' the country/' "Well, he takes the wrong way to do so, for had he killed me there are many more to step into m y shoes," Colonel Doan r espo nded, sternly; but then he asked: "Why did you wish to know if it was a boy who fired on me? "I know that thar' is a boy dwells in the mountains, one as was rais e d b y the r Injuns, and I has heard him called the Boy Hermit, sir." "This was no boy but a man for I got a fairly good look at him ; and if Buffa lo Bill's shot did not bring him down, h e bears a charmed life for all the men fired at and he had a deadly gantlet to run along that ridge." "Yes, sir; he knew just where ter hide, for yer can t climb up that cliff fer a mile either side of here." "Buffalo Bill managed to do so, guide "Yas, sir; but he's out o' th er run of ordinary men, from all I h as heerd o' him ; for, who else w'u'd hev' thou ght o throwin' a lariat up to yonder tree and climbing it?" "No one; but, if yo u can climb, suppose you go up and see what has b ecome of him, and we 'll go back the little stream we crossed h;ilf a mile back on the trail and camp there for an hour or two." Indian Dick, the red guide, went up the lariat without trouble, and, watching him. they saw him climb the rock s to the top of the ridge and disappear just where Buffalo Bill had gone out of the sight of the soldiers A couple of soldiers were left under the cliff with the horses of the scout and the guide, while the command turned back to a good camping place half a mile in th e rear, o n the trail. There it was d eci ded to await the return of Buffalo Bill and Indian Dick. "I do not Iii e that guide, Indian Dick; but he has been a trapper out here for years and knows this country thoroughly. as h e has shewn us, so we mu s t depend up o n him, as Buffalo Biil .. having just come to the fort as Chief of Scouts, is in a wholly n ew Jand to him. However, it will not take him l ong to know every trail and get acquainted; then I will let the red sk in trapper go b ack to hi s traps ." So said the colonel to several of his officers who were gathered about him while they were discussing the cause of Buffalo Bill's delay in returning, whether he had killed wounded the intended assassin, and why Indian Dick, also, r ema ined awa y In an h our mo re Indian Dick returned and reported that h e could find no trace of Buffalo Bill, and the nature of ground was such that being on foot, he could not track the scout. He, hQwever, stated that he had seen where a horse had been staked out beyond the ridge-that the trail showed that the animal had b

6 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES All who heard them saw that the boy was thinking aloud-that he paid no attention to his surroundingshad forgotten where he was in fact. The words touched the colon el, an d stepping forward, he laid his hand gently upon the sh o ulder of the youth and said: "Come tell me who you are and why you came to my camp." The touch recalled the boy to his senses. He started, passed his hand over his eyes, and, looking the colonel squan; ly in the face, said: "Yes, sir; I came to tell y o u that your guide is leading you into a trap." "What do you me;1.11 ?" "Yott passed up the trail beyond the mountain range to the stage station. Why did you return by this one?" The question was almo s t imp e rative, but the colonel answered, mildly: ''.Our guide deemed it far bettet for the ambulances, as we have ladies along." "Better traveling, yes, but he brought you this way to entrap "Impossible!" "If your guide is Buffalo Bill, then/he did not know this country; but if he is Indian Dick, then he is a :C:negade whi t e man, pretending to be a trapper and but living among the Indians, and he is as merciless as his redskin comrades toward his own people." "These are bold words young man, against one who holds our lives in his hands." "That is why I warn you that he is a renegade." "And who and what are you?" The question seemed to stagger the youth. Again he passed his hand across his forehead, as though to collect his thoughts and then said sadly and slowly: "I don't know who I am, but I believe I am a boy hermit, for now I am all alone." There was something almost pathetic in the words and manner of the youth, and the colonel asked: "Where do you live?" The boy's manner changed quickly, and he said, ab ruptly: ''See here, sir; never mind me, for I'm all right, while you and your whole outfit will be massacred if you camp in this valley to-night, for hundreds of braves are 111 hiding a few miles from here, to follow you into Sunset Canyon when qreak camp in the morning." T e words seemed to impress the colonel and all who heard them, and he asked : "How do you know this?" "I know it from having been told by one who knew, but who is dead now, that Indian Dick was leading you into a trap, and, looking for myself I saw the of the Indians g o ing to Sunset Canyon. Call your guide and I will tell him what he dare not den y "The guide left camp half an hour ago to se arch for Buffalo Bill, who went off on the trail of a man who fired upon me from the cliff half a mile back on the trail." "I came by there. I saw your men, and I did not meet Indian Dick, so he has gone to the Indian camp to warn them to be ready to attack you." "How can I find that out?" "Send men on his trail, and you ll find that he turned, when out of sight of your camp, to the left to go beyond that range." "Captain Walton, go with this youth, and take sev eral men with you, to see if this is the case." The officer addressed at once went with the youth, and several of the soldiers and in fifteen minutes re turned to the camp and reported that the trail of Indian Dick led as has been said it would by his accuser. "Well young man, you have warned us of danger, so have you an y sugg esti o ns to make as to how we can get out of it?" "I can guide you, as s o on as night come s around the range on the ri g ht, and ove r it, but you ll have to leave your wagons." "All right; there are side saddles along for the ladles, and th e y all ride well." I will put you on the trail for the fort beyoi:id the Indians' ambush, and you will have to push on through the night, for they will discover your escape when Indian Dick returns to-night." "But Buffalo Bill will have to be left to his fate." "Better one man than many and ladies, too; besides, from all I have heard of him, he can take ca r e of himself." "True, though I wish we could warn him. Ah! Cap tain Dalton, write a note and have one of the men tie it on the las s o near the top, and the lower end must be looped up high from the ground. "Then return with the men waiting there, and we will leave camp at once." CHAPTER VI. TH E B 0 Y GU IDE There were several officers who shook their heads at the trust that Colonel Doan was placing in one wholly unknown-one even not heard of before, or whose pres' ence in that part of the country was not even suspected by any one as far as could be ascertained. But Colonel Doan had decid e d against his guide, Indian Dick in favor of the youth. Who and w hat the latter was he could ascertain bter; but he would not neglect such a warning.


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES, 7 The youth had come to the camp, doubtless expecting to find Indian Dick there, but had found him gone. Perhaps the guide would return to camp before the time for starting, an if so, the colonel would have the accuser and accused toget h er and judge between them. "Oh! that Buffalo Bill would return !" he said to himself. He well knew how valuable the advice of the Chief of Scouts would be under the circumstances. When he founded the new fort known as Fort Belvue, Colonel Doan had asked for W. F. Cody as his Chief of Scouts yet it had been a lortg time before he had been able to secure 1-iis seryices, as duties called him elsewhere. But at last he arrived, just prior to the trip to the ,Overland trail to meet Mrs. Doan and those with her. Buffalo Bill had been glad to go along to get an idea of the new country he was to serve in, from such a person as Indian Dick was reputed to be, "a hunter and trapper, who knew 1very trail thoroughly, as well as the haunts of the Indians." He was said to dwell alone, to devote much time to seeking revenge upoJJ. the Sioux for wrongs he had suffered from them, and that they stood in great awe of him. For years he had been a prisoner among them, it was said, and more than this, and that he had now and then put in an appearance at the fort to sell pelts and buy supplies and from the sutler, nothing was known of him It was because of his knowledge of the country, and that he had happened in at the fort just in time to be of service, that Colonel Doan had secured him as guide to the stage trail and back again. He had well done his wbrk, going by one trail and suggesting a return by another," and Buffalo Bill's great experience had shbwn him that the guide was a perfect plainsman. But now, upon the word of a mere boy, Colonel Doan was asked to consider bi s guide a traitor, and to trust his life, and the lives of those under him, to one wholly unknown. ... But the had made up his mind to follow the lead of the mysterious youth, and hence an officer had l)een sent to leave a note for Buffalo Bill, telling \\hy they had left, and to be hi? guard against a surprise, a large force would be sent out at once from the fort over the trail ; and for him, the scout, to remain in hiding upon the cliff until the soldiers returned. This note, iiith some supplies, was tak e n up to the tree by a soldier, who climbed the lariat and there left it. Descending, the soldier gave the end of. the lariat a swing, having tied a stone to it, so that it would not hang down over the trail and catch the eye of an Indian, and then the party set out on the return to camp. Supper was ready, the camp-fires were left burning, the ladies mounted horses, leaving the ambulances, and the command set off, just after nightfall, under the guidance of the mysterious youth, Indian Dick not hav ing returned. The colonel rode ahead with the youth, who, mounted on his Pinto pony, had quietly taken the lead, and, like specters, the command moved out of the camp. Believing in the young guide, Colonel Doan was yet prepared against a surprise, and, had a single action of the youth indicated treachery, a bullet from the re volver of the officer would have been sent crashing through the brain of the one who had accused Indian Dick of treachery, yet asserted that he could lead the command to safety Whether the youth knew or suspected this, he rode 011 with the utmost calmness; at1d, entering the heavy timber at the base of a mountain range, began to climb the steep trail, all riding in Indian file and wondering how he could, in the tntense darkness, find his way. But he never hesitated, and, that he seemed to know thoroughly what he was doing, he would now and then say to the co!Onel: "T)1e trail is rough and dangerous now, for a short distance, so pass back word and have a 1nan dis mount and lead the horses of the ladies." The colonel smiled to himself as he obeyed wh.at was really a command from the boy, and the nature of the trail for the next half mile showed that the advice had been timely. At last the summit of the range was reached, and the boy pointed to a valley where there was a glow. "Camp-fires !" said Colonel Doan. "Yes, that is where the redskins are l ying in wait. "We have flank;ed them, and at the bottom of this rai1ge is the direct trail from the fort, which yott left to come around, over a dozen miles,but one -fourth the distance by the trail," and the boy began the descent of the mountain. After a ride of several miles-a slow and perilous descent in the darkne0ss_..:...the base of the ra nge was reached. The guide was now alone 'in the lead, the colo nel fol lowing, arid, when they came out into the valley, the former said: "This leads airect to the fort, forty miles distant, and-hark!" All listened attentively, and the sound of many hoofs was heard moving rapidly, but muffled, as though at a distance. "The Indians have discovered that you eluded their


8 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. trap, and; knowing you must come out here, are pushing hard for this point to head you off; but you are all well mounted and have over a mile the start, for they are back in Sunset Canyon, so ride hard, and send a courier ahead to bring help, for they may follow you near the fort." Colonel Doan turned to order two couriers sent on ahead at full speed, but, when he looked again for the boy gl;lide, he had disappeared like an apparition. ,: '' CHAPTER vn : : ... HE SAVED THEM. The guide h ad almost Some had, seen him nde out of the trail mto the whit Colonel Doan was giving orders, but, when looked for, he could not be found. The colonel had dispatched two couriers to the fort, in case the horse of one of them should fail, with orders not to spare the spur .and press on at speed. He had sept for a force of cavalry, mounted mfantry and two guns, something over two hundred men, for he hoped to be able to give the redskins a lesson, and yet he did not like to take more men from the fort, as the youth had hinted to him that a still larger band of Sioux might make an attack on the fort. As the youth could not be found, there was not a moment to lose waiting for or searching for him, and so the colonel gave the order to form columns of four, as the trail was broad enough, and thus push on at a canter for the Indians could be heard coming rapidly, the of many hoof-falls echoing in the Sunset _..Canyon. On went the cavalry, and they kept a steady pace until the colonel felt that the Indians must have reached the spot where they came into the trail. Then he halted and listened, several officers with him, while the command pushed on. The sound of the iron-shod hoofs of the troopers' horses soon died away, and then came the dull thud of the shodless ponies The sound ceased as the redskins drew rein at th e trail down the mountain. "They are searching for our trail. "We will gain a few minutes by their delay, so will overtake the command," said Colonel Doan. They had gone a quarter of a mile and drew rein to cross

THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 9 scene of the fight, to care for the wounded and bury the dead, paleface and redskin alike. A courier had been sent to the fort to report a victory, and for ambulances for the wounded, and several scouts havirtg come out with the reinforcements, Colonel Doan felt more at ease, for, with Indian Dick away and ac cused as being a traitor, and Buffalo Bill left behind, he had severely felt the absence of men in buckskin, so absolutely necessary to a frontier force of soldiers As several of the Indians had been but slightly wounded, the colonel ordered their wounds dressed, and the pursuit having been recalled, they were to go on after their comrades and bring a number of braves back with them to loo}< after their injured comrades and their dead. They we r e accordingly well mounted, and started upon their mission, one of the scouts who spoke their language well having told them that Colonel Doan and his men would break camp in the afternoon to return to the fort, leaving the redskins with supplies to await the return of their comrades for them. In scouting about with a few troopers and a scout, Lieutenant Arthur Lowery, the colonel's aide, came upon a dead horse, saddled and bridled. At once he halted, and, turning to a sergeant, called out: / "Sergeant, do you recognize that horse?" "It's Indian Dick'';, sir." "Yes, I was sure of it. "See if there is anything about the saddle to further prove it is the horse of the traitor guide." The sergeant dismounted, and, with one of the men, stripped the saddle and bridle from the animal, the former unfastening a bfal)ket rolled up and fastened to the cant el of the saddle, thereby revealing an Indian chief's feather, war-bonnet and afot of paints. '!It's Indian Dick s, sir, for I saw these Indian fixin's one night when he unrolled his blanket, and he said he kept them with him to play redskin if he got into a tight place any time." "I dare say he could play Indian better than he admitted; but we will take those things with us, sergeant, the whole outfit, and I'm only sorry we did not find Indian Dick instead of his dead horse. "I think I shall ask the colonel to let me take a few more men and scout back on the trail to look Jp Buffalo Bill." "Yes, sir: and I would like to go along, sir." "You shall, sergeant." "Me, too, loot'nent, for, though this country is a leet.Ie new ter me, it are ther same ter most of us, but I'm willin' ter learn it, and kinder feel dubious about our. Chief o' Scouts, Buf'ler Bill, ther best man as ever wore buckskin," said Nugget Nat, who had come out West. as a min e r, struck it rich by finding a fortune in one golden nugget, but which had been the ruin of him, for he had dissipated it all away, and then became a scout, saying he never wished again to have more than a living. A good scout he was, and a good man, too, but he had only been at Fort Belvue a few months, and had not yet, as he expressed it, "Got ther lay o' ther land down jist fine." "All right, Nugget Nat, you are the man I want with me as scout, and we 'll find Buffalo Bill, or know what has become of him," was the lieutenant's answer, and he led the way back to the camp. Colonel Doan readily acquiesced in the request of the lieutenant to go on the search for Bill, but ordered him to take a detachment of thirty-five men, selected from three troops, and a company of mounted infantry, another officer with him and a second scout besides Nugget Nat, and this would give him all told a force of about forty men. As the command pulled out. for the fort, the lieutenant started upon his expedition by a flank movement, not wishing to be seen by the Indians, some thirty in number, who had just returned to the scene for their dead and wounded comrades, wholly unable to undf!rstand why the palefaces had given them up to As it was nearing sunset, Nugget Nat, who was ahead of the little comma n d, suddenly halted, and all heard the clatter of approaching hoofs, then the rapid rattle of a repeating rifle, answered by other shots, and the next moment a horseman dashed into view, pursued by half a hundred warriors. "Buffalo Bill, by the gods of war! and mounted upon that boy guide's Pinto pony!" cried Lieutenant Lowery, as he quickly formed his men for action. CPI'APTER IX. THE LOST TRAIL. When Buffalo Bill climbed up to the top of the cliff, by the aid of the lariat, which he had caught over the tree growing among the rocks;; .he had quickly' looked aroun

10 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES Buffalo Bill's comment, as he walked rapidly on after the flying horseman. He saw where the horse had been staked out, and he took notice that the animal was shod, though evidently an Indian pony. Following the trail, Buffalo Bill kept upon it for a couple of miles or more, the while expecting to come upon the wounded man or his dead body. At l eng th he call}e to a stream and h ere he discovered that the man had halte-cl, dismounted, and bent down to quench his thirst for the bank was red with blood, and there were the prints of his hands in the soft earth. Looking across the stream, Buffalo Bill could see that the horse had not left the water there. He had gone either up or down the stream, and this was, of course to throw pursuit off his trail. The scout hesitated, wondering just what to do. If the colonel was seriously wounded, he decided, the command would push rapidl y on to Fort Belvue. Of course, his hors e would be left in the canyon for him, just where his lariat was. Perhaps some of the men would remain there to await his coming. If too badly wounded to travel rapidly, the colonel would be put in the ambulance, and perhaps the command '""Quid go into camp not far away. h1dian Dick had said to the scout that there was no way fo get upon that ridge with a horse without riding miles in one direction or the other. So Buff!fo Bill felt assured he went back to the canyon on foot it would take some time, and to get his horse and ride around to the spot where he then was would hardly be possible before nightfall. Then a search would have to be made for the trail, to see which way the man had gone, and this could not be done before the next day. If he remained there and looked up the trail he would gain time, for he had heard of a hermit living in that country, whose appearance ] answered that of the man ne had got a shot at. If this was the hermit, he argued, his retreat could not be very far away; but, as he had never heard of his being unfriendly to the soldiers, why had he attempted to kill Colonel Doan ? Anxious to find the man, dead or alive, Buffalo Bill threw his rifle over his shoulder and started down the stream . His eyes searched both banks as he went along to dis cover where the horse had left the water. But, after gbing a couple of miles, he came to some rapids, which mai:i had not passed them. Nor was there a trace of his havin g gone ashore before reaching the rapids. To make sure, however, Buffalo Bill retraced his steps searchit.ig as thorou g hly as h e went along as befure : Be reached the spot he had started from, having dis rcd

THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. II "Yes; but just who you are, I cannot guess, my young pard," answered the scout, in a kindly way, gazing at the youth with admiration. "'I do not know myself, but that does not matter, as I am here to save you." "From what?" "Indians." Buffalo Bill eyed the youth searchingly, and asked: "vVhere did you come from?" "My home." "vVhere is it?" "Never mind now about me, for you are in danger." "Where are there any Indians?" "Not far from here, lying in ambush in the canyon for you." "Ah! but I expected to find friends there." "Soldiers ?" "Yes." "They are gone." "vVhere ?" "To the fort." "But they surely left some one with a horse for me?" "No; they left a letter and some supplies on the cliff where your lariat is fastened to a tree, for they had to go away." "I will go and see what the letter says. But how do you know this ?" "I knew that Indian Dick, the renegade, was your guide, and was leading you into a trap, for he had hun dreds of Sioux hidden in Sunset Canyon to attack the soldiers. "So I went to your chief anc! told him Indian Dick was a traitor, and I would guide him by a secret trail over the mountains, around Sunset Canyon." "You tell me that you saw Colonel Doan?" "Yes." "Where?" "He was camped on ahead of here half a mile." "Was he wounded?" "No; for the bullet fired at him flattened on a gold badge he wore." "Thank Heaven for that! "But you sa Indian Dick is a renegade and treach erous?" "Yes; he lives with the Indians, but pretends to be a trapper living alone." "Ah, and he had set a trap for the soldiers, you say?" "Yes." "If this is true, then my estimate of the man was correct, for I doubted him from the first, and he had an ugly look that no honest man should have." "He is a bad man." "Where is he now ?" "Wit,h the Sioux, I guess, for he started out from the camp to find you, he said, but I saw his trail lead in another direction, and the colonel sent an officer to see it, for he was a little afraid to trust me at first." "But he did trust you?" "Yes, and sent for the men waiting for you in the can yon, and I guided the soldiers by night around Sunset Canyon, and there left them, for I thought I'd better come back and save you." Buffalo Bill regarded the youth earnestly for a mo ment, and then said, as he held forth his hand : "Boy pard, put it the re, for we must know each other better." CHAPTER XI. BUFFALO BILL PUZZLED. The youth shook hands with the great scout in an awkward manner, for the act was wholly new to him, though his adopted father had explained to him how _much there was in a handshake. In fact, the old hermit had taught the boy all he k!l_! w himself, had encouraged him to read, and always had bought books of various kinds in his pilgrimages to the settlements after supplies, ordering works that were a surprise to the one he ordered them of, for the man was a scholar and knew the world well from which he had ex iled himself by some deed of evil. Don, the boy hermit, therefore was strangely well in formed, yet he had had no practical experience with the outside world of which he had read so much. "So you are here to save me, eh?" "Yes." "NO'\v, tell me just what you wish to save me from." "I left the soldiers last night, after guiding them to the trail. "The Sioux would follow them, I knew, but they could escape them. "Then I came to save you, and as I turned into the timber I h eard the Sioux riding hard after the soldiers, and there were a great many of them "They had discovered that some one had found out what they were up to, and had guided the palefaces around the danger. "When they passed me, I rode back to the trail I had led the soldiers, not to meet the Sioux. "I was coming to the canyon to meet you, but I con cluded to scout ahead on foot first, and it was well that I did, for I found a small band of Sioux in the pass "They had seen the lariat, I guess, climbed up it, and found the letter and bag of provisions, and so knew some one was coming back that w ay. "That's how I thought it was, for there they were, hiding in the canyon." "I guess you've got it about right, young pard." "I went back to my pony, and rode along the ridge until I came to a break, and then turned in to come here. "My pony is feeding down in the valley, where I hid him, and I stayed here, for they have a lookout who would see you if you went on the cliff, and signal to the others you were coming." "About how many reds are there waiting for me?" "I saw a dozen, but there were more, I am certain." "Too many for us to tackle." "We could not get near them, for they have their look outs watching." "It's worth a risk for me to get something to eat, for I'm as hungry as a coyote." "I've got some meat and bread with me-,.,it's where my pony is, and you can have it, for I'm going home as soon as I guide you to the trail to the fort, and then you'll have to be careful, for the Sioux are scattered all about."


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "I will; but you are a trump to give me something to eat, so suppose we go and.tackle it, for I guess you haven't had your breakfa st yet." "Yes, I ate my breakfast bef 9 re daybreak, when I came he're to head you off, for I supposed you had gone so fat< y9u could not return at night. "You've hit it there, boy pard, for I followed the man who so cowardly shot at Colonel Doan from an ambush, and I wish I could have come up with him. was a large man, with long hair and beard, and di-essed in buckskin. "I fired at him as he mounted his horse, a d hit him, but do not know how seriously he was woui'.i.rleu. "Can you tell me he is ?" '' "I cannot tell you,11 the quiet reply. "Well, I'll find out soine day, for he is too dangerous to ru11 at large, when '.}le his rifle from ambush upon such a noble mar\1 splendid Colohe1 Doan. {" I. r ... \a'.':. "He is some renegade wliiite man who foars the commg a the soldiers into country, but I'll trail him to his lair iet." >t 1 Don made no reply;'l1fot walked on to where his Pinto pony was staked out, and, getting his haversack of pro visions from his saddle, he handed it to the Eagerly }3uffalo Bill attacked the broiled venison steak and hoecakl'!, and greatly enjoyed his cold breakfast, leav ing enough ,for another meal, which he handed back to the youth, who said : ;;,, "You keep it, for it's a long ride "fb the fort, and ypu will need it." "I thank.you, pard; but I'm good no'Y for another twen ty-four and do not wish to deprive you." "But I am going home as soon as I have put you on the trail, for from where I leave you you can ride to the fort by night." "Well, I'll have to hoof it, pard, as I have IJ.O .horse." "I. know; so, wop't you take mine?" "What will you do?" "Hoof it," was the smiling reply. "No, I'm not a tenderfoot, so can walk; you saved me from starving, and I;ll not take your horse." "Take him, for I don't mind a run on foot." "Why not go to the fort with me?" "Oh, no, no Not there!" "Why not?" I "I'll go home." "Where is your home?" "It's yonder," and in the sweep of the hand Buffalo Bill could not place the direction. "Who do you live with?" "I am all alone now," was the pathetic reply. "Then, you are a bo y hermit," and Buffalo Bill was than ever interested in the youth. "Yes, I'm a boy hermit." "WiU you not take me to your home?" "No, no! oh, no! You must not go there," was the quick and eager reply. More and more impressed with the youth, Buffalo Bill questioned him farther, but, seeing that he seemed distressed, and gave evasive answers, he said : "Pardon me, my young friend, but I feel a deep interest in you, and, believe me, yqu will ever find me your friend., "Some day I hope we will know each other better, qut now I will not force myself upon you, though 'I wish to ask you honestly if yop desire me to take your horse?" "Yes, I do." "What shall I do with him after reaching the fort?" "Keep him, for I give him to you; but you must go now, and, saddling his pony and lengthening the stirrups for the scout, when the latter mounted, the youth started off on foot, at a swinging run that surprised the scout at its steady and rapid pace. CHAPTER XII. ., A TIMELY MEETING, "That boy is a mystery to me, more than I can fathom," muttered Buffalo Bill, as, without any effort, Don sped along the valley at the base of the range, keeping the pony at a canter. His rifle was slung over his shoulder, his body erect, and he ran like one who had been trained t o it, and was ttntiring. Putting the spurs to the pony which he found to be a splendid animal, Bill rode close up behind the you th, and called out : "Say, pard, there is no need of your running so." "It's as easy a gait as walking, was the reply. "Does it not tire you, for you have come over half a mile?" "Ah, no; I can keep this pace up for many miles." "Then you learned that from the Indian runners?" "Yes." "I cannot feel comfortable riding your horse an.cl you running along on foot." ,. "Oh, don't mind me, for I'm aU right," came Don's usual answer. "Yes, you appear to be; but how far is it to the place where you leave me?" "About three miles, for there is a break in the range there." "Let me at least carry your rifle." "No; it is not heavy." Buffalo Bill said no more. He saw that the youth was running swiftly al ong with out an effort, and he felt that he was anxious to get him to the place where he would part company with him. So he kept the Pinto at a canter until the boy halted where there was a narr:ow canyon penetrating' the ridge. If he breathed more rapidly, if his run told on him, it was not evident to the scout, who regarded him now with admiration, and said: "Well, boy pard, you beat 'em all, for I don't know just where to find your match." Don smiled as though the words of praise from a man like Buffalo Bill pleased him, and replied: "Here is canyon, and when you pass through it you will come out into the big valley through which the Indian trail runs, and which will lead you to the fort, but I'll go up on the ridge and signal you if all is clear through the pass, for Sioux may be hanging about." "It is something new to have some one l ooking to my safety, for it s my business to take care of other people; but I confess I do not know this country, having only come to Fort Belvue a week ago.


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 13 "Sorfie day I'll square the debt of gratitude I owe you, The pony he rode was a good one, and fleet, too, but he boy pard." had already been hard pressed in the rides of his yonng r-.;0 ; let it be as it is. . master, and the scout's weight was so much greater that "I'll go to yonder high point and wave !11Y hand tf 1t it told upon him. is all riO"ht, and if not I'll come back and gmde you to an-But the sight of the troopers changed the aspect of other half a dozen miles farther on." affairs greatly, for Lieutenant Lowery at once formed his "Good-by," and Buffalo Bill again held out his hand, men in line Olf battle and they advanced with carbines which this time was grasped firmly in return. ready to fire, and to follow a volley with a charge with Going up the steep hill with apparently no effort, the revolvers and sabers. youth approached the point he had referred to cautiously, The redskins took in at a glance the situation, that, and after a mom ent, waved his hand. thou g h they might outnul\lber the soldiers, they were no As he did so he moved his position, disappearing from match for them, so they halted to at least make a show of sight and Buffalo Bill rode on into the pass. resi sta nce, while Buffalo Bill called out: Tl;e other end of the canyon ended in abrupt cliffs, and "There are not ove r fifty of them, sir, and a volley will Buffalo Bill was almost under tHeir shadow when he sudstampede them." denly saw a puff of smoke shoot out from the heights As there was now no danger of hitting the scout, Lieu above, a report followed, and an Indian brav_e leaped to his tenant Lowery ordered a halt for steady aim, and the car feet from behind a rock not a hundred feet tn front of the bines began to crack all along the line, with a result that scout, but dropped dead as he was bounding away. several warriors fell from their saddles and as many Instantly Buffalo Bill was on the alert, but from the ponies also went down. cliff s he heard the words: "Charge!" shouted the lieutenant, as Buffalo Bill had My shot will warn them, so dash out into the valley wheeled by his side, and the troopers were off with a and run for it. cheer. "He was the sentinel of the band!' Still the Indians made a show of r esistance to get their "And leave you?" cried the scout, reproachfully. dead and wounded, and a shower of arrows and bullets "They will know nothing of me, thinking you killed met the soldiers, hitting a fatal blow here and there. him. I'm all ri g ht, so go!" But the rush of the cavalry was irresistible, and the Buffalo Bill did not half like the idea of leaving the Sioux ,fell back, at first slowly, then rapidly, and, as the brave youth but he realized the truth of what he said, troopers were upon them revolver in one hand, saber in and felt that he was amply able to take care of himself, the other, it became a perfect stampede. so he dashed forward to the mouth of the canyon. For half a mile they were pursued until every individ-Whatever his intention had been, he had to quickly ual brave seemed to have scattered in a different direction, make up his mind to act. and then the recall was sounded by the bugler, arid the There lay the dead brave, his rifle by his side, and _victorious men rode back to go into camp and look after cocked, showing that he must have had his aim upon the the dead and wounded. scout when the youth discovered him from the cliffs A good camp ground was found in some timber, where above, and fired the fatal shot. there was a small lake, and the men were busy looking But, then, too, coming up the valley at a r.un, was .a after their wounded comrades, some half a dozen in num string of red horsemen, alarmed by the shot, and evtber, and their dead, for three troopers had been killed dently just coming out of a camp a short distance off. outright. Buffalo Bill was within range of his rifle he knew, but But the loss to the redskins was very heavy, no one he did not fire. being wounded, but over a score bf dead. The way to the fort was open to him to escape, for the "Well, lieutenant, I brought you a fight!" said Buffalo Sioux came from the other direction. Bill, as he joined Lieutenant Lowery in his camp after the He glanoed up at the ridge, fearful that the youth battle. would fire upon the redskins advancing. "Yes, Bill, and a good one, for we gave them a severe But he had disappeared. blow, though we can but regret our own Joss-still, they So away he went at a run on the trail toward the fort, met a soldier's fate, and so we must look at it." and, as he looked back, he saw that the red pursuers were "You know we were searching for you?" increasing in number. "Searching for me, sir?" Urging his pony to better speed, he discovered that "Yes; for all were anxious to know what had become there were some fleet animals ridden by the Indians, and of you, after we saw you fire at the intended assassin of as several seemed gaining, after a run of over an hour, Colonel Doan on the cliff." he brought his repeating rifle to bear and fired. "To quote from a boy pard of mine, sir, I will say: A moment after, he dashed upon the command of 'Oh, I was all right!'" said Buffalo Bill, with a smile. Lieutenant Arthur Lowery on the search for him. "That we did not know, and after the battle the colonel CHAPTER XIII. BEATEN BACK, It was a relief to Buffalo Bill to see the troopers, for he was already looking about for a place where he could stand at bay if the redskins drew still nearer to him r e adily granted me leave to bring a force in search of you." -"Then you had a battle, sir?" "Oh, yes, for the redskins, five hundred strong, pur sued us and brought us to bay just as reinforcements came up from the fort, and we gained a great victory." "Colonel Doan was not badly hurtt then.("


14 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "A mere bruise, but it was the closest call of his life." "It would have been bad enough had he been killed, but terrible, indeed, if he had fallen before the eyes of his wife and daughter." "I am so glad if was no worse, s ir, for that shot was well aimed." "And the assassin, Cody?" "I lost him, sir." "Does that mean that you killed him?" "Oh, no, sir; but I wounded him, tracked him for miles, and then lost his trail in a lava valley." "Too bad." "Yes, sir; but you were warned of danger by a boy?" "Ah! you know that; but you must, as you are riding his pony." "He saved me, yes, twice, I may say, and merely told me he had told Colonel Doan of an ambush prepared for him, that Indian Dick was a traitor guide leading him into it, and that he guided him around the Indians in hiding." "He did, indeed; but, Cody, who is that boy?" "It was just the question I was going to ask you, sir?" "You met him ?" "Yes, sir; I'll tell you about it," and Buffalo Bill did so. Then the lieutenant told of the youth's coming to their camp, his charge against Indian Dick, how they had been guided around the ambush by the young unknown, and then of the pursuit and battle that followed. Buffalo Bill listened with deepest attention to all Lieu tenant Lowrey said, and then remarked : "You left the ambulances in the camp, sir, so they must be there yet." "Yes, and we brought extra horses along to take them back with us, if the Indians had not burned them, for the ba?.gage of the ladies we cached." 'We can go on to that camp, sir, if you will, and the ambulances will be just what we want for our wounded4 so can be sent on to the fort under a small escort, for 1 am ffoing to ask you to do me a favor, Lieutenant Low ery,' said the scout, earnestly. CHAPTER XIV. BUFFALO BILL'S RESOLVE. "Certainly, Cody, with great pleasure, so say what it is you wish me to do," answered Lieutenant Lowery, in re sponse to what the scout had said. "It is nearly sunset now, sir, but I can go on ahead rapidly with a few men to the camp, where you left the ambulances, and send them back here, so the wounded can .start early in the morning for the fort." "Yes." "If you come on then to the camp near the canyon, we will be between the wounded here and the redskins, and it will be a good base to operate from." "Yes, and it is a good camp for defense, while grass, wood and water are plentiful about it. "But you deem it best we should hold it for a few days, to keep our eyes on the redskins, I see, and I will so send word to Colonel Doan." "Yes, sir, that, in fact, was my idea, but I thought while you were. in camp there, and short scouts about, I would like to go off on a long traiL "Ah! after the man who fired on the colonel?" "Yes, sir-partly; but also after that boy." "I see." "He knows who the man was, I feel sure, who fired at the colonel, and then, t0o, I wish to find out who and what he is." "By all means, if you can, for he is a blank mystery to all of us, from the colonel down." "And to me, sir; but why not fathom him?" "True." "He served the command well, sir, and he saved me, too, and he accused Indian Dick of being a traitor, a renegade; but who is he?" "I give it up, Cody." "If he is allied with bad white men dwelling in these mountains, and I half believe that he is, why, we must find it out and take the noble young fellow out of such con1pany." "It is just what should be done, if we can." "Now, lieutenant, that young fellow talks like a book, he has no dialect, no slang, and speaks like a man in years, and one of education and refinement, yet he must have been a long time in this wild land to know it as he does, and know the Indians also so well. ''He says he is a boy hermit; but are there not others who are near him, and what is the influence that he is under?" "I have heard there were white men dwelling in this country, allying themselves with the Indians, while they hunt for gold, and it would be to their interest to keep the soldiers and settlers away, and to do this, they would war with the Sioux against their own people." "You are right." "Now, it was a white man, sir, who fired upon the colonel, and Indian Dick, who claimed to be a lone trapper and hunter, proved to be a traitor, so he must be in league with that intended assassin." "Yes, but do you suspect that boy can be of that gang?" "I fear ;o, sir, but that his nature revolts at their crimes, and he does what good he can to counteract their evil deeds. "What else can he be, sir, though I may be mistaken?" "You do not generally get far off the trail, Cody, and I beuin to see the situation as you do, and would like, all things, to run.that boy to his lair and rescue him from those he is with, if they are such as you think; but he boldly charged Indian Dick with treachery, and that proves they cannot be friendly." I "It does, sir; but if he wished to cut loose from men of that stripe, why did he still hide his identity, refuse to speak of himself, or return with me to the fort?" "That is more than I can answer, Bill." "Well, sir, it is my wish to find out, and to-morrow morning I will leave the camp at dawn to track him to his abiding place." "But he is afoot, Cody, and it will be a trail to follow that will puzzle even you." Buffalo Bill smiled and replied: "Lieutenant Lowery, I was compelled by circumstances to desert that youth in what seemed close quarters for him. "Bt I saw that he had too much wisdom to betray his presence by firing on the Indians, so kt them all go off in pursuit of me.


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES "They therefore supposed that I had killed their senti nel in the canyon, and the youth, being on foot, they will not find his trail, but follow the tracks of the pony." "Yes." "Now, I have an excuse for going back to see after my boy hermit to find out if he escaped all right." "Yes; but where will you go, Cody?" "I will go to the canyon, sir, where I left him, and will go supplied with several days' provisions, for I may be d eta ined, sir, in my search, and, if so, you must not remain in camp on my account, sir." ''I'll remain, Cody, if I have to send to the fort after a month's rations." "Thank you, sir!" "But it will be like l oo king for a needle in a haystack, to search for that bo y s foot trail in these mountain s." Again Buffalo Bill smiled, and replied: "You forget, sir, that I shall ride his pony." CHAPTER XV. ON THE RIGHT TRAIL. The dead soldiers were buried with military honors, the warriors s lain were decently placed in their graves, and Lieutenant Lowery had the wounded cared for with all the skill that kind and willing hands could bestow upon them. Buffalo Bill had gone on with the junior lieutenant, Frank Nesmith and half the men, to establish the camp at which Colonel Doan had been joined by the Boy Her mit, and to find the ambulances and baggage which had bee n hidden away. They found the two ambul ance s just as they had been left, and the baggage also, with several pack saddles of supplies also hidd en by the soldiers, as it would be a hard climb for pack animals, the youth had told them, by the trail over the mountain. The horses brought along were hitched to the ambu lanc es, which

I 1 6 T H E BUFF AL O B.iLL ST O R IES. dri nk, his own horse in lead quietly seeming to wonder why he was not ridden by his n 1aster As soon as the horses had finished drinking, Buffalo Bill urged the pony on, without touching the reins, and he smiled g1imly as the animal turned up the stream The creek averaged in depth from knee deep to the saddle cinch, but the did not mind it the pony seem ing to know the bed of the stream well, for he steered clear of the holes here and there to be found. At last they came near the SIX>t where the lava formed one bank of the creek for nearly half a mile, and Buffalo Bill was anxious to see if the pony would turn out there. He did, without hesitation, and made an easy landing, in spite of the Hinty nature of the bank on that side. Still allowing his reins to hang loose on the saddle horn, Buffalo Bill saw that the pony kept straight across the rugged valley, straight as the bird flies. He was heading for a distant cliff, some two miles dis tant. "It would take a small army to surround this valley and find where the trail leaves it, if it could be done then," muttered the scout. \i\!hen the head of the valley was reached there were seen two volcanic mountains, one on either side, and between them there led a canyon. Riding into the canyon, the scout saw that the nature of the country was changing, the lava had not fl.owed it;i the direction he was going, but toward the stream, sim ply inundating centuries ago the once beautiful valley, and leaving it barren fl.int. Beyond the two solferino-hued mountains, the country again was beautiful, with vales and hills covered with grass and timber, and traced by streams of purest water. As the scout passed into the narrow canyon, he saw a bush move upon the side of the mountain. He knew that no bush grew there in that rock, and, without appearing to notice it, he kept his eye upon it. It was a pine bush, about four feet in height, and very thick with foliage, while it appeared to grow out of the lava, some eighty feet from where the trail ran which he would follow, or, rather the direction the pony was taking, for there was no trail. "Yes, that bush hides a man, either Indian or white, and he is there to get a shot at me; but I'll surprise him a little bit. "I don't wish to kill him until he shows his hand, but I'll see if I q.nnot make him show it." As though his saddle cinch needed tightening, the scout halted, got off on the opposite side to the bush he was sure did not grow where he saw it, and which he felt confident he had seen move, and without apparent reason, for there was no wind blowing. The. bush was about a hundred and fifty yards from where he had halted, within easy range for his splendid repeating rifle. Suddenly he threw his rifle over his saddle, and, pulling trigger, sent a bullet within a foot of the bush, for he would not fire into it until he was sure what it concealed There was a sudden swaying of the little pine, it fell over, and an Indian sprang to his feet, with .a yell, and, throwing a rifle to his shoulder pulled trigger. The b u llet was well aimed, for it cut through the rolled b l anket fastened to the cantel of the scout's saddle. But again Buffalo Bill fired, and the Indian dropped dead. \i\! alking up to him, but prepared for him should he be "playing 'possum," Buffalo Biil saw that he wore the warbonnet of a young chief, and was dressed in a way that showed he was a redskin dandy. "He saw me coming across the lava valley and waited for me; b u t bushes don't grow in lava, and, seeing that one there, I was sure it meant troub le. "He has a pony near, sure, so I'll look him up, and I trust I won't find any of his comrades near. "I can't bury him here, so will carry him to whe r e I can 1 With this, the scout led his horse up to the dead Indian, and with his lariats strapped the body upon 'his own horse. Mounting once more, he gave the pony free rein, as before, and soon passed into the canyon, which present l y opened into a large and fertile valley. Out there was a handsome pony staked-4.(ut, showing that the young chief had been upon some expedition alone, had seen the scou t coming afar off, and so had p l otted to kill him. But the experienced eye of the great plainsman had at once detecte

THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. scout well in advance of the pursuing braves the pony running well, and then he hastily began to retrace his way. He went along at a trot rather than a walk, and kept in a certain dir ect i o n until it brought him out at the fall e n tree that spanned the stream, just where the lava valley began. Crossing on the tree, he kept up the same untiring pace across the lava valley, pass e d between the volcanic m o un tains as Buffalo B ill afterward did, and in half an h our more leaped the bars that were the entrance to the little vale in which stood his home. There was his cabin, just as he had left it, the door locked with a p ad lock outside. H e opened it quietly, hesitate d an instant before he crossed the thres hold, and then entered. There lay the form of th e dead hermit, as he had left it, a blanket drawn over it. Drawing this aside, the youth gazed with tear-dimmed eyes upon the stern face of the

18 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES "No." "I were in hopes he were, as I wants ter see him and h ev' a talk with him about a plot I h as ter git rid o' ther soldiers in this country, fer they kin be nm int er traps, one and all of em, if we goes about it ri g ht. "All right; tell me your plans, and as soon as I can I'll come up to the villa ge for you to return h ere with me ::nd talk it over; but you kn ow I'll haye to slip in as a redskin as I never go there, so don t be surprised to see me any night. " I won t, and I hope you'll come as soon as ther old man kin sit up, for he's ther one ter coax th e r soldiers in te r a trap, and you kin do your share, t oo. ''.When yer comes yer shall know jist what my pla ns you b e t we'll stop 'e m from puttin any rno:e forts m thi s country." "Well, we'll talk it all ove r when I come for you ; but now I' have to seem unkind to you, though I gi.1ess you understand it India n Dick." "You bet I does, and I guesses you is ri g ht. "Waal, give my good wi s hes ter ther o l d man. and I'll l ook out fer you afore lon g. for you kin play Injun fu'st class and sneak in ter my tepee and no r edskin suspect yer.11 With this Indian Dick followed the vouth. who was carrying a bridle and saddle. to the and th e gray pony a very good animal, was quickly roped and got t e n ready. "So-long, boy pard, until we meets ag'in," and the ren egade mounted and rode away while Don r eturned to th e cabin But the moment the ren ega de disappear e d d own th e valley, D on went to the side o f th e cliff, over which hung a l adde r made of rawhide Quickly he ascended to th e cliff, two hund red feet above, and, running along a riclg-e. came to a hi gh p o int which command e d a view of the large vall e y bey ond. Then he saw the ren egade ri ding along at a canter, and following a trail that l e d t o the mountains where the Sioux had their villages. "He h as gone; but I ha.ve he would hang about t o return after a wlule with some excuse, h oping to see my father. ."I could have captured hi m, but I can wait; but it will never do to let him carry out his plot so I g u ess I'll go and a tal k with Bill about it in a day two. Seemg that the renegade was n ow miles awav 011 his trail, Don returned along the ridge, descended the ra w hide ladd er and entered the cabin, anxious now to bury th e bo dy of the hermit as soo n a s p o ssible. Taking the blank e tcove r ed form in his arms. h e c a r ried it from the cabin, and placmg it up o n a rude wagon, the wheels sawed out of logs and whic h he used for hauling wood for the fires h e drew it up to the spot where he had dug the g rave the day before. Springing down into the grpve, h e gently placed th e body tl:ere, put some pine bou g h s o ver it. and, taki n g from his pocket a we llworn prayerb o ok ; which had be l?nged .to the he began to read. in a low, impres sive v01ce, the service for the d ea d all unmindful that a tall form had approached silently and unse e n, and was standing within thirty feet of him, l ooking on at the strange,' weird scene with intense CHAPTER XIX. J'Il E DOUBLE S URPRISE. Duffa l o Diil left the little Pinto p ony and the othe r anim als in th e pasture land b efo r e the cabin, and, rifle in hand asce nd e d th e trail to the ledge t hat overhung the stream, crossing th e l a tter on a rustic bridge made of wild g rapevin es. The door of the cabin was open, and a call was not answer ed. L ooking in, the scout saw no one, and he b egan to g l ance quietly abo ut him. He saw th a t th e ledge sloped back to the head of the cany o n where the st r ea m entered over a fall, the sound of which came to his ears. There was plenty o f timb e r there, and the whole sc e ne wa s a picturesque and pretty one. The rawhi de l adde r l eading to the top of the over h an g ing cliff c a ught the eye of the scout, as did all else about the cabin, a l ittle vegetable garden, a number of chickens, a shelter for the horses in r ough weather, and other surroundir\gs that went to make up a very comfort abl e hom e indeed for the depths of that wilderness But where were the occupants? "They cannot be far a way, for the two b eds I saw in the cabin, th e saddle-ii '}l1d o ther thinr;s prove the r e are sev eral pers ons dwelling h ere, m uttered the scout. Then h e continued his search, until p resen tly his eye caught sight of a form pas sing through the timber with an armful of pine bu sh es. "It is my Boy H e rmit cried Buffa l o B ill and he started toward the timber. As he drew near the roa r of the waterfall increased, and. keeping his eye upon the boy, h e savv him halt by the side o f an o p e n g rave. He was so wrapped up in work th at he did n ot see the sco ut. who watched him break the b o u g hs and toss them into the grave. Buffalo Bill had n ow approached qui te n ea r to him, still unse en. He saw hi m take a s n ; all boo k fr om the pock e t of his buc kskin huntin g shir t. stand at th e head of the grave, and. takin g off his feather cap drop it upon the ground. The scoi.;t r espect fully r emoved hi s som brero, and. un willin g to break in n pon th e yo uth a t suc h a time, he stood in silence ob servin g him. He heard the voice of the bov as he read the serviee of tbe dead, saw him s t oo p, and: gatherin g up a handful of dirt. throw it up cn the body in the grave, as he ut ter ed the solemn wor ds : '"Earth to earth. ashes to ashes, du s t to dust." The scout n oticed the quivering of th e vo ice that told of deep feelin g, and on l y when the la st wo rd s were uttered did h e step forward, saying, quietly: "'P erm it me to help you. my boy pare!." The youth had placed hi s rifle against a tree and hung hi s belt of a r ms up o n it so that he c o uld work the mo r e readily. The tall form of th e sco ut was b etwee n him and his weapons, as he half sprang toward th e m. But h e halt e d as h e r e cognized who it was that had spoken to him.


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. His face had at first paled, but then flushed, 'and he stood undecided, as thou g h hardly knowing what to do. Then he said, as the scout's ey e s beamed kindly upon him: "You have tracked me here?" "No; I had no need to." "What do you mean?" "But for you, that Indian in ambush would have killed me, and when I fled I l ef t you in danger, and it worried me greatly that I had to do so. "As I was flying before the Sioux, I came upon a troop of soldiers coming to search for me, and under the com. mand of a gallant young officer, who quickly gave the Indians a good whipping. "Then he was willing tq come on to the camp where you went to warn Colonel Doan, and remain there while I came to look yo u up." "But how did you track me here?" "I left it to your pony, and he brought me here." "Bad Pinto. "No; on the contrary, good Pinto." "On the way I was ambushed by a young chief, whom I turned the tables on, and, after burying him, I came on to your retreat. "As I came into the little valley I saw a fresh trail leading out to the right, and feared I might miss you, but, looking about, I saw you h e re, and so came and waited while you read the service over the one in that grave." "Do you know who lies in that grave?" quickly asked t the youth. "I do not." "My father." "Ah! you have my sympathy, my poor boy." "He was not my own father, for my parents were mas sacred by the Sioux years ago, when I was a very little fellow; but he bought me from the chief and made me a son by adoption, and he was always very good to me, and taught me all I know." "I am sorry that he is dead boy pard; but you must l e t me take his place, for I w ill be your friend now." "Oh will you?" and. the face of the youth brightened, but quickly changed to a look of sadness again, as he asked: "Do you know who killed my father?"_ :t\ o, I do not. ".An Indian, p erhaps?' ":t\ 0." "Some renegade paleface, then?" "J\' o." "Who, then, killed your father, boy pard ?" asked Buffalo Bill. with increased interest. ''You did." Buffalo Bill's nerves were of iron, but they gave a sudden twi tch at the words of the youth, and his face changed color for an instant. But he quickly recovered himself, and said: "Do you mean to say that I killed your father?" "Yes." "When and where?" "Have you fired at no one lately?" "Yes, an Indian chief, as I told you,'" "No one else ?" "Ah! could it be the man who ambushed Colonel Doan and tried to kill_ him, for I fired at him from long range, and wounded him, I know; but he could not have been your father?" .., Yes; the wound you gave him was fatal-he lies in his grave now," was the sad response. CHAPTER XX. FORGIVEN. Buffalo Bill bit his lips to suppress his feelings at the reply of the youth. T he situation to him was a most painful and novel one indCTd. 1 \\iho was the man who had fired up on Colonel Doan? His act would indicate that he was an outcast and a re negade. If the latter, why did he dwell there in that little home, and not among the redskins ? But the scout recalled that the youth had said his parents had been massacred by the Sioux, and he taken had been bought from the chief by the who was called by the boy, "father." This proved that the man must be an ally of the red skins, yet had some good in him to have purchased the boy from the chief. His shot then had proved fatal, and the youth, returning to his home from his act of nobleness in saving the command from ambush, and his life, had found his ad o pted fathe r dead or d y ing. But how coutd the youth have known that he had fired the fatal shot, unless he had heard it from his adopted father, or when he was with the soldiers? These thoughts flashed painfully through the mind of Buffalo Bill as he stood before the boy, hardly knowing what to say. But he was no man to back down when he knew he was in the right, and after a slight hesitation, said: "If it was your adopted father who fired upon Colonel Doan fro m ambush, then it was I who gave him the wound that proved fatal, for he made himself the foe of his own race by his murderous act, and as such I regarded him, thou g h I am sorry that it raises a barrier between our friendship, boy pard." "It d oes not." "Ah! you are willing to justify my act, then?" "My father told me that you had shot him, for he recognized you, and he said that you did only your duty.'' "He said this?" "Yes." "When?" "Two days ago." "You had a talk with him, fhen, after I wounded him?" "Yes ; he was barely able to get home, but lived several hours afterward, and told of his deed." "Did he tell you why be attempted to kill Colonel Doan?" "Yes ; he said that Colonel Doan held a secret of his that made him an outcast and, if he killed him, then he could return to the East." "Then there was a reason for his shot, for he must have recognized the colonel, and so did not tire upon


20 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. him simply as a renegade who hated him as the commander of the fort here?" "No; he did recognize him, and wanted him out of the way." "What was your adopted father's name?" "I do not know." "Or, knowing, will not tell?" "No, I never heard it from his lips." "How old are you?" "I am not sure, but I think seventeen . "Where did you learn to speak as you do, and all that you know ?" "My father taught me, for he used to tell me so much of people and our country, and all about the world, and I've got lots of bool

THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES 21 !'True, so I'll take the pony back with me and let them look him up at the fort; but, Don, why will you not go with me to the fort and give up this wild and lonely life?" 'I would like to, now y ou se e m to want me, and the colonel and all were so g o od to me. "Do you know it mad e m e almost choke when I saw those ladies and the little girl, f9r I seemed to see my mother again." "Poor boy, and you will find Mrs. Doan willing to treat you most kindly, for she is a noble woman, while I well know how the colonel feels tovvard you after all you have done for him, his command, and those he loved. "Yes, you mu st return with me to the fort, Don." "Not now." "Why not now?" "\i\Tell, we've got to trap Indian Dick, you know." "Ah, yes; but I wond e r what became of him, for his horse was killed and the men found his trappings, but he had disappeared." "He has gone back to the village.'' "Do you know this ?" "Yes, for he was here this morning." 1 "That man was here this morning? I thought you were foes." "'vVe are but he was a friend of my father's, and came here on foot for a horse and some food. "I told him father had been wounded, was asleep, and I would not disturb him, so gave him a pony and some provisions and let him go." "Why did you not capture him?"' almost suspiciously asked Buffalo Bill. "'What would 1 have done with him? ">Jo, I let him go. but, as he spoke of getting father to help him in a plot to trap the soldiers and kill them, I let him talk and thought I'd trap him, so told him I would let him know when father was well enough, and I will, and you can catch him." "Don, you are a trump I" said Buffalo Bill, with enthusiasm. CHAPTER L"\:II. THE PLOT. Until the shadows of night fell upon the valley Buffalo Bill sat talking to the Boy Hermit, for he had told him he would remain all night with him and return to the soldiers' camp the next day. Supper was disposed of with a relish by the scout, and he accompanied the youth to the bars to see that they were at! safe for the night and the horses could not stray. Later they entered the cabin, and Buffalo B.ill spread his blankets in what had b e en the bed of the man he had slain; but the youth did not seem to regard it as amiss, and the scout did not care to suggest that it wa s and, in fact, did not dread that he would be haunted by grim specters in occup; ing the bed of one who a few hours before, had been r e moved to his narrow bed in the earth . The roar of the waterfall came to the ears of the scout, the yelp of a coyote was heard, and, as he was sinking off into slumber, an owl hooted weirdly in a near the cabin. But Buffalo Bill was a son of the forest and plains, and such things had no terror for hifn. Once or twice he awakened during the night, the last time to start as he saw the cabin door open and the moonlight streaming in. But just then Don entered and said: "I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but the coyotes made such a row I knew they wre at father's grave, so I went out and shot several." "Why, I heard no shots." "No; I did not wish to disturb you, so shot them with bow and arrows. ''To-morrow I will put heavy stones on the grave." "I fear you are not sleeping very well, Don." "Oh, yes; I'm all right, for, if you were not here, I'd be lonesome. "Once or twice when I heard you breathing I almost thought father was there and not in his grave.'' The pathos of the words and tone touched Buffalo Bill, and he talked cheerily to the boy for quite a while, and then the two went to sleep. In the morning, after breakfast, Don was heart and soul in the idea of catching Indian Dick. He suggested to Buffalo Bill that he should go to the Sioux village, disguised as a redskin, and bring the rene gade back with him. But they will kill you, Don," said the scout. "They won't know me." "How can you pre vent it?" . : '"Well, you see, father called me half Injun, because I could paint up and appear just like one, and I speak the Sioux tongue just as well as thfY dq. "They have a big village, and is scattered through a large valley up in the mountain s ; : and I know it well. "Indian Dick's tepee stands apart from the others, and I can go there at night, awaken him if he is asleep, and tell him my father wishes to talk with him about his plot to entrap the soldiers, and for him and the renegade chief Thunder Boice to come to the cabin here, but to come as Indians, and that will make them paint up, you know. "I'l.l come back ahead of them, and you are to be here to catch them.'' : "It is a splendid plan, Don, if you are sure you will not get into trouble." "No, indeed, for I'm all right," was the confident reply "I hope so; but I would like to have a pard of mine here with me." "\IVho is it?" "Nugget Nat, one of my scouts." "All right if he's your friend, I"m willing." "When do you wish to start ?" "Well, you see, I had better wait several days, so as to let Indian Dick think my father has had time to improve ''Yes, for there must be no mistake, you know.'' "No, there will not be." "Well, I'll start for camp and take that Indian pony with me and will have Lieutenant Arthur Lowery send a courier to the fort to inform Colonel Doan that we are detained for a good reason for some days, so the y will not be anxious there about the little command, and then I will come here with Nugget Nat,"


22 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. "All right." "How long will l.t take you to go to the Indian village and back?" "I'll leave after dinner, so as to get there in the night, and well away before dawn, and will be back here the next morning." "And the renegade chiefs will soon follow you?" "Yes." "V\'.ill they bring any braves with them?" "Oh, no; for what they do they wish to get full credit for, and will only call upon the Indians when they wish to strike a blow." "Good! they will walk right into our parlor, as the spider said unto the fly. "It is a good plot, but the only thing that troubles me about it is that you take such chances." Again' came the answer. "Oh, don't mind for I'm all right." \ When the was fully arranged Buffalo Bill mounted his own horse, and, with the horse of the young chief, Blue Mark, in lead, set out upon his trail bacrk to camp, Don going with him as far as \:he botrs and seeing him start upon his way with a look of regret in his sad young face, as though he was losing another good friend. CHAPTER XXIII. I N C L 0 S E Q U A R T E R S Buffalo Bill rode on his way, now mounted upon his own horse, and leading the Indian pony, on which were the weapons of the young and his war-bonnet. He had much food for thought as he kept along the trail, for he had found in the young hermit a firm friend, and his friendship he intended to cultivate all in his power. The Boy Hermit had shown him two well-drawn maps of the country around his cabin home for sixty miles. One was drawn by the old hermit, the other by him self; and, when the youth had gone over both with the scout, explaining many things, it gave Buffalo Bill an idea of the lay of the land and the trails it would have taken months to go over and learn as well. He told him, too, where the Indian villages were the strength, of each, the approaches, hunting grounds, and much else the scout was glad to learn. There was a much nearer trail to the camp of Lieu tenant Lowery than the one Buffalo Bill knew, and which the Pinto pony had been the guide over, but the Boy Hermit had told the scout would find great diffi culty in going that way until he had been shown over it, so he stuck to the one through the lava valley. He had reached the stream and entered it, and saw that he had to go down its bed, as the bank on the side where he would eventually land was impassable along there, rising boldly from the water to a height of six to sixty feet. At last he came to where he had entered the stream when ridJ.ng the pony, and, turning into the traif he had before followed, he cantered along until he was nearing the range when, all of a sudden, he saw a number of mounted Sioux. In mom ents of danger Buffalo Bill is one to think quickly and act promptly, and he saw at once that if he retraced his way he would have to retreat to the Boy Hermit's cabin, and he did not wish to compromise him. He could not flank to either side, for the Indians cut him off on his right, the direct road to camp, and ,in the other direction he would be going far from the place he sought to reach and in a country he was unacquainted with. Rememb ering that upon the cliff, which he had scaled by aid of his lariat, there was a ledge of rocks that afforded splendid shelter to fight from, and where his horses would be protected as well, he dashed directly up the steep slope to this point. If compelled to, he knew he could desert his horses, descend by his lariat, and mak

THE BUFFALO BILL STOR IES. CHAPTER. XXIV. THE REAL R,ESCUER. Having b een taught cauti on by the scout's death-shot, the band of braves were more than eve r determined to capture their foe, and, therefore, b ega n to adv ance, though with greater caution than before. Suddenly a s h ot was h eard behind the scout. and a bullet flattened upon the rocks n ea r his head. 'By the gods of war! but I am flanked. They are in the can yo n behind me and so retrea t is cut off. B ut, if it is die, I'll not take the trail alone for the happy hunting grounds," an

THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. to head you off, but found I was too late. Then I went to your camp and set the lieutenant on the trail. "I didn't want the Sioux to see me just now, for it was Chief Blue Mark's band; but I was near enough to know that the band got a severe whipping." "And you deserve the credit of it, boy pard; but are you still determined to risk your life by going into the Sioux village ?" "'Of course I am I never back down I'm all right," .was the confident rejoiJ!der, and Nugget Nat blurted out: "You bet you are all right, kid. You are jest a whole kiln of bricks, you be!" The Boy Hermit smi led and said : "I guess I'll go to-morrow, for, after this last defeat the Sfoux will keep close to their villages for a few days, at least." So it was decided and Buffalo Bill and Nugget Nat remained as the guests of the Boy Hermit, who gave them a great deal of information regarding the country that was new to them, showing on his map just what trail he would take to the Indian village, of which he drew a sketch, and let see just where the tepee of Indian Dick was located. The young host gave his guest the best he had in his cabin, and, toward noon the next day, he began to prepare for his most p e rilous venture. Buffalo Bill msisted that he should ride his horse, as the animal's wonderful speed and bottom could distance all pursuit, but the youth said that Pinto was well rested and had not his superior in the Indian horse h e rd. When at las.t he was "made up ," both Buffalo Bill and Nugget Nat admitted that even in the bright sun light they would never believe him to be a paleface. He had painted hims elf to perfection, and his every oddity of costume, movement and all was thoroughly Sioux. "You'll pass, b oy pard," decided Cody. "Ef yer don't, I'll eat my hat," said Nugget 1\at. With rifle, a revolver, bow, arrows and knife, the youth was splendidly armed. He rode an Indian sadd le and carried only a bag of cooked proyisions and one blanket. The scouts escorted him to the end of the canyon, where he leaped nimbly upon his pony Pinto, and rode away, they returning to the cabin to remain until his return. That night Buffalo Bill slept but little, for he was very anxious and uneasy about his Boy Hermit-, and both he and Nugget Nat grew almost nervous as the time drew near when they were to expect him b ac k. Knowing that it was possible he might return with the two renegades, the scouts went into the cabin to set their trap for their capture. They had waited there about an hour, when Buffalo Bill exclaimed, as he was peeping out of the half-open door: "There he comes !" "And he's alone, pard Cody." "Y e:l, but we must keep concealed.'' They watched the youth ride up the can yon, saw him dismount and turn Pinto loo se, the pony seeming to have been hard ridden and th en ascend the l e d ge. But they did not appear until he called out: "I'm back again, Mr. Cody, and all right I They met him at the door, looking just as thoroughly Indian as when he started, an d Buffalo Bill asked quicldy: "Did you go to the Sioux camp boy pard ?" "Oh, yes, thar is just where I started for." "And Indian Dick?" "Yes. I left Pinto a mile from the village, and made my way into Indian Dick's tepee. "He was asleep, but I aroused him and told him he was wanted at the cabin, and it w as such a big thing that he must bring Thunder Voice with him, an d the Indian chief, Many Scalps, also, for the plan could not be arranged without them. "You s ee, Chief any Scalps was one who wears a dozen paleface scalps at his b e lt. He is a \'ery bad Indian, and the big man of his tribe, so I thought, as there were three of us, we could match the three red skins." "You are right; but will they come?" "Oh, yes, for I made Indian Dick go and see both Thunder Voice and Ylany Scalps, while I waited in his tepee, and arrange with them, and they are to be here to-night." "Good! 'vVe will be ready to receiye them," ass1:1red1 Buffalo Bill, exultantly. _That would be a fight to a finish for a certainty. CHAPTER XXVI. HITTING BACK. The Doy Hermit went on to tell the two s couts that Indian Dick seemed provoked with him for not allowing him to see his father when he came to the cabin, and said that he could not have been so badly wounded, if he was able to be out again; but he had told him 1:1at where the wound had been most painful at first, to his father, it had ceased to be so now, and added : I had to tell him this, for I wished to make no mistake. "\Vhen he came b ack from seein g Thunder Voice and Many Sca lps I at once slipped out of the village and started up on my return." "And the renegade and the Indian chief said they would come?" "Yes, they were only too glad to get the chance, and Many Scalps gave orders for all of his braves to re main at the village in case he need e d them at once. "You see, th e w bole tribe was wild over their disap pointment in not capturing Colonel Doan, and then at the three whippings they had received, for Blue Mark's band had r etu rned, and all of them were eager-hot for any Jplan to get revenge.'' Still keeping on his Indian ri g, the Boy Hermit had his dinner, and then sought r est, while the scouts arranged for the receptia!! of the two renegades and the Indian chief


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. Tt was an hour before sunset when three horsemen rode into the canyon, and Nugget Nat said: "They is all lnjins !" "No; the two palefaces are simply in Indian dress and war paint," answered Don. He went out to receive his visitors, meeting them in the valley . Watching, the two scouts saw the Boy Hermit greet them, their horses were turned loose, and the four came up the steep path to the ledge. As they drew near the door Indian Dick called out: "Come, old man, git out here and greet ye'r pards !" Immediately out stepped Bu: falo BJ! and Nugget Nat, revolvers in each hand, while Cody called out. "Hand3 up, all of you, or you are dead men!" "Trapped by that boy traitor!" shrieked Thunder Voice, and he sprang, knife in hand, upon the Boy Hermit, who was caught for a moment off his guard, not ex pecting the attack. But Buffalo Bill's revolver cracked, and the renegade chief toppled over, dead when he struck the ground. lndiar. Dick had attempted to draw a revolver, but thought better of it, and raised his hands in token of submission, while Many Scalps darted like a deer dovrn the ledge, to suddenly, at the crack of the Boy Hermit's revolver, double up and roll over and over into the meadow below. "It would not do to take any chances of his escape," averred Doh, coolly, while Nugget Nat remarked; "You got your man, Chief Cody, but cheated th er gallows; ther Boy Hermit hes got his game waitin' ter be picked up, and I has Injin Dick here covered fur keeps, so jist put a lariat around him to him feel mce and snug." This was quickly done, and then Buffalo Bill said: "Come! We must bundle those two dead men into the cabin and ride for camp, and you, Nat, can push on hard for the fort, if Lieutenant Lowery thinks best, for I be lieve if Colonel Doan that we have the three chiefs, and the braves are ordered to keep close to villages, he will send a large force there to strike a final blow." "And I'will guide them,;, cried the Boy Hermit. The horses were quickly caught and saddled, the ani mals of the three chiefs being taken along, for fear some straggler might visit the cabin and recognize them, and the party started at a rapid gallop for the camp of Lieu tenant Lowery. is the camp, and it is not yet sunset," announced Buffalo Bill, as they left the stream, calling out to the Boy Hermit, who, still disguised as a redskin, was leading the horses, while the renegade, Indian Dick, also in full war paint and Sioux dress, rode by his side, securely bound to his horse. "Don, see! Lieutenant Lowery saw your painted face and feathers, and is forming line of battle to fight In dians," called out Buffalo Bill to the Boy Hermit, as he saw the soldiers in camp rapidly mounting. But Buffalo Biil and Nugget Nat, riding in front, were quickly recognized by the lieutenant, and he met the party as they rode up. The story of the capture was quickly told him, and the suggestion made by the scout about sending a courier at once to inform Colonel Doan of the situation. "The very thing," assented Lieutenant Lowery, and, ten minutes after, Buffalo Bill was riding hard toward the fort, to report the situation verbally. It was just sunrise when the Boy Hermit, who was on the watch, reported soldiers advancing, and, five min7 utes after, Buffalo Bill appeared, mounted on a fresh horse, followed by his band of scouts at Fort. Belvue, and with Colonel Doan himself at the head of a force of five hundred cavalry, mounted infantry, and three light guns. They were greeted with cheers upon their arrival in camp, and the tired horses and men "'.ere allowed much needed rest, for the Boy had said that they could remain in camp several hours, for he could guide the command to the Sioux village even after nightfall. A council of war was then held, and, still in his Indian disguise, Don was in attendance, and warmly did Colonel Doan congratulate him upon his splendid services. Then he heard the youth's plan to attack the village, and by ten o'clock the whole command set off on the march for the attack, Buffalo Bill and Don in the lead. The vicinity of the Sioux village was reached, when a halt was made for a brief rest, but before dawn they were again on the march, and, guided to a splendid posi tion by the Boy Hermit, Colonel Doan began the attack at daybreak by hav1ng light guns send shells bursting into the midst of the tepees. The palefaces were beating the Indi;: 1s at their own game, but were also striking a blow at t11eir homes, and a deadly blow it was-one that was long remembered by the Sioux, who were forced to fly farther into the moun tains to escape their terrible foes, leaving their villages and many prisoners in the hands of the victors, who re turned to the fort after what was considered. aliost suc cessful and telling campaign. CHAPTER XXVII. CONCLUSION. One of the first things that was done at Fort Belvue after the return of the victorious little army was to try the renegade paleface, Indian Dick.


-THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. As may tie surmised, the trial wa? a short one, and the verdict of course was "Guilty!" Quickly after the man whose life had been so crime stained was hanged at the fort, and, as his renegade pard, Thunde r Voice, the white outcast, had been killed, thus was the country rid of execrable scoundrels who were more cruel than the Indian s themselves. As Don, the Boy' Hermit, had decided to remain at the fort, as one 6f Buffalo Bill's sco uts hemoved his traps there from his cabin, and th en it was that Colonel D oa n learnM in full the strange story of the bays life and what had been told him by his adopted father. Trying t o r ecall who th e man conlcl be that had tried to kill him and was his sworn foe. Colonel Doan re membered a brilliant splendid com rad e of his younger life who had gone to the bad, but was supposed to be dead. "His name was A lfr ed Hamblin ," he sa id in speaking to Don and Buffalo Bill one clay. "He was my rival for the hand of the lad y who is now m y wife, and my success turned his friendship for me into hatred. "In fact. it seemed to make a wreck o f him for, soon after, he brok e into my fath e r 's banking hous e and robbed it of a large sum of gold and paper money, besides many va luables kept on storage there in th e vault by the de positors. ''There was silver plate. jewelry and other articles, all of which l1e safely got away with. He was reported afterward to have been killed out here on the fronti er. ''My father made good all losses, but it alm ost ruin ed 11im. a;1d I lost what I s upp osed would be a large inheri tance." Did you his name was .-\lfre d Hamblin sir?" asked Don. who had learned. since his arrival at the fort, to put a sit o n w hen addressing officers "Yes, Don." "That name is on seYeral of the pe-ncil sketches my fatryer made several years ago, .sir. "The n b e i s the man. : and now I und erstand his enmity tc:>ward me for. as I have stated. r married the lady he loved, and I also Yowed I would certa inly send him to prison I c o uld ever Jay hands on h'im .,. "Was the t ow n in sir. where you used to live? "Yes, in .:\laryland.'' "How fa1is that frorn Oxford .:Vlaryland, sir?" "Kot many mil es." "Then I guess I can tell you where t o find those valu ables h e stole from your father's bank, for h e left me a legacy, and gave me a map tellingme h ow to find where he had buried the trea sure in the littl e cetneterv at Oxford which yb u can approach by water, th e di,rec tions say; and he told me to g o there and get the things." "If you can do that, b 6 n it Will be a great thing for you." for me sir, for the things were stolen and belong to you, and I have a nice little sum in gold dust laid away at th e cabin I can get at any time.' "You are as honest as yo u are brave, Don, and as Lieutenant Lowery goes East withi n a week, on l e ave, you can accot'npan y him and find thafburied legacy." A nd go Ea t Don did, not on l y to find his legacy but al so to l oo k up his kindr e d, for, s inc e his arrival at the fort, th e ambition had been stirred in him to know just who he was. T h e lieutenant accompanied him to Oxford, and there, buri ed in a grave, beneath the coffin that had rest e d there, was found the t r e a sure--gold, j e w eJ.ry a11d silver plate. Having put this in safe keeping, subject to Colonel D o an 's orde r for ther e 'v,;as eve r y proof that it was the s t o l e n prop e rt y fr o m the G--Bank, Don began t o "get o n th e tra-il of himself," as he expressed it still aid ed b y Li e ut enan t L owe r y 111 this h e also m e t with success, for, w ith the lock e t in his possession, he found that hi s father's nam e was Darrel Kingdon-that h e h a d emigrated, with his family, a wife and tvvo children (l ittl e Darrel and a tin y sister), and had n ever b ee n h ea rd of after reaching the \Vild 'vVes t. A.s sce nes ca m e back to him, memory was fre s h e ned ancl Don, the Boy Hermit, soon knew th e whole story of .his lov e d parent s up to tpe tim e of th e ir cruel d eat h by the merciless Si o u x A t th e suggest i o n of Colo n e l D oan, Darrel Kingdononce Don, Buffalo Bill's Boy Hermit parcl-dete rmin ed to e nter West Point. His services at Fort Be lvue gaine

List of p rize winners in l ast con test will be p ub lis h e d next week. The winne r s shoul d be proud of them s elves. It was a great contest, and t here is e very p rospect tha t the p resent one will be sti11 greater. Get together, b o ys, and make it' s o I You can do it. For full particulars, see page 3J:. A Oos e Call. (By J A. Young, Shrev e port, La. ) After retir i n g not more th a n twe nty minutes I found m y s elf traversing a di s m a l swamp. I had not trav eled more th ari two mil e s before I p erceived that I was foll o wed by more than a d o zen Indians. I soon found that th ey m eant to kill m e so I be g an to run for my life. The bull e ts fle w thick around me At last I gained a hill, and thou ght I would climb a tree for safety, that they might not find me b y my being so high ; but, upon coming .up, the y saw me I supp o sed their noti o n was to catch me and t t>rture me b u t this was not all. They beckoned me to come down and w hen I wou l d not they began to hack the tree I soon felt the tree give way and down I came. Whe n I hit the ground I a w oke and found that I had fallen out of the bed and sustained a frightful bruise on my head. My Great F ind. (By Harry R. Hinkle, Williamsburg, Ohio.) Last night I was reading some of the dreams in the back of the Buffalo Bills I have. I dreamed I took my dog, ferret and gun, and started hunting. I thought I walked several miles and did not see a thing, so I statted home through a big wood and my clog ran a rabbit in a hole. I thought I l e aned my gun a g ainst a tree and put my ferret in the hole and was waiting for the rabbit to come out when I heard a n o ise behind me.' I turned around and saw a big Indian just getting ready to kill me with his "bow and arrow. I got my .gun and shot the Indian but to my d e spair, I saw s e ven more coming down through the woods as fast as they could run, and straight at me. I looked around and my ferret had not come out y e t so I started to run, but I could hardly make my legs go I left m y ferret behind and my dog was not to be seen anywh e r e I k e pt on running as fast as I could, but that was n o t v e ry fast. Presently I stumbled over something and fell. I got up and started again. I loaded my shotgun again and sh c t another Indian. Then I turned and ran, loading my gun as I went. I turned and shot another one of them. It did not take me long to load, for I had a breechloading gun. I started again and tan and I saw some one step up from behind a tree. I felt glad, for it was my brother, and he had his repeating rifle, and we shot two more of the Indians and the rest turned and fled. ) We went back to where I stumbled and we found the corner of an old iron box sticking out of the ground. We dug it out and opened it and talk about being over joyed! It was full of mone y I thought we started home to get m y horse and wagon to go back and get the box. We went back and got it and took it home, and we were just taking it off the wagon when it fell out of our bands and dropped to the ground with a thud Then I awoke and found myself lying on the floor o n my face, and my nose was bleeding. I couldn t sleep long enough to count the money or spend any of it. \. The Hot Poker. (By Fred A. Collins, Ashtabula, Ohio.)' Last night I was sitting up reading Boys of America until about twelve o'clock, then I went to bed I thought I wa'S walking along a small passageway with high cliffs on each side. Then a man came running toward me with a flaming pine torch. He had long, sharp teeth, and was dressed in bearskins from head to foot. As he ran


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. he said, "Come with me, boy." I went with him until we came to a much smaller passageway; it would hardly admit one's body. We got in and came to a large rock with a chain and a ring fastened to it. The man pulled on the chain and the rock fell out. Then there was a large hole, into which the man went and told me to come after him. 'vVe went along until w e entered a large cave. He got a poker and went out of the cave, and we went along until we came to some woods, where we went into camp. He took the poker and put it in the fire until it was red hot. "Boy," he said, am going to put this red-hot poker at your feet." With one jump I w ent over the rocks, I hit my foot on a stone and fell. In a second h e was on me. "Ha. ha!" he laughed. in a half-insane lau g h. "I have got you again, young fellow.' with a strong rope he tied my feet and hands. He then bound me to a tree. Then h e took the hot poker and put it at my feet. I gave a scream. At the same time I awoke and found I was all tangle d up in the bedcl ot hes, and my brother was calling for some covers. I n eve r had such a horrible dream before in my life. I Was G a me. (By Norman Ewing, Syracuse, Ohio.) I went to b ed o ne night, sick, and commenced dreaming. I thought I was in Hartford, and I thought I had a rat and another boy came along with a rat. He said hi s rat could whip mine, aud we let them fight. and mine got the best of his. The n h e jumped on to me and we fought abont an h o ur, whe n he c om menced to throw rocks, and I pointed a revolver in his face. He said if I would quit he would, and we went to the corner and some b oys were standing there, saying that west Virginia would not allow the Ohio peopl e o u their land. I said they should not come over in Ohio and they wen' glad to submit, and then I awoke A D ream o f a C omposition. (By :\Jartin ::'vlorau. Jr., Waltham. Mass.) .I dreamed one night that when I was nine years old my schoolmaster wanted me to write a composit ion. I, like all children, shrank from the undertaking of it. My master said : "You can write words?" "Yes, sir." "Then you can put words togeth er;" sir." .("Then," said the schoolmaster, "you can take your slate and go outsid e tbe school and you might find something to write ab out." -So I took my slate and went outsid e the school, c:er back of. Mr. barn, which happeped to be close by. Seeing a fine potato growing up, I thought I knew what that was what it was for, and what would be done with it. Half an h our I was allowed to stay out to write the composition. In half an hour I carried my work f o the schoolmaster. He took it and read it before the whole da,ss. It read as follows : "Mr. Fahey had a potato, and it grew and it grew, and it grew behind the barn, and the potato did no harm; and it gre w and it grew till it couldn't grow no bigger. Then "'.\1r. Fahey too):< it up and put it in the cellar. There it lay till it began to rot, when hi s daughter, Susie, washed it and she put it in the pot. Then she boiled it, and she b o iled it as long as she was able. Then his daughter, Lizzie, fook it and she put it on the table. Mr. Fahey and his wife both sat down to eat, and they ate and they at2 till they ate the potato up:' Just as I thought I was going to have a bite of it I heard the alarm clock ringing six o'clock. I woke up and, to m y surprise, found that it was only a dream. A Fight With an En e my (By Leo Stevens, Cooperstown, N Y.) My enemy and I met in th e street one day, and when h e saw me h e came at me. with his h ead down. I stood perfectly still until he was q u it e close when l jumped to o n e side and dealt him a .stunning bl ow on the side of the ear, which sent him r o lling on the ground I waited until he had rec ove red and then made a rush at him with clinched fis t s, and n ot with mv head down. 'v\"hen I got clo se e n o u g h him, he struck at m e, with all his might. but I parried the blow, for I was on my guard. 1 then started to pound him. 'vVheri I got thiough with him. h e had a well-blacked eye and smashed face. Be was unconscious. and I let him lie the re. \!\" hen I awoke 1 was on the tloor with a pretty sore head. This is a true dream. A F o o t ball Dream (By Frank Dodge, G a lveston, Texas.) One night I "as reading a story about football, and as I was very tir ed I went to l>ed right off I soo n fell asleep and dream ed that l was playing Rugby. As I am. quarter-back on ou r t eam l commenced-as 111!' mother afterward said-to call out signals. J dreamed that I got the ball and ran for a touchdown. Just as I re ac h e d the goal a tackler flung hims elf in front of me. At this time I hit myself against the bedpost and awoke. The shyck I rec eiYed from being tacklecl was in reality my brother shaking me in hi s dream, as h e w as having a fight with tramps. A Rehearsal. (By Henry Wood, Jr., Tahleq uah, Ind. Ter.) As I wa s looking over some o f th e dreams in vonr conte$t thev called to mind a dream that I had. One I down v e r y early. :Vly mind was in confusion over ,something: I need not state what. I fell asleep at once. and it must h ave been about ten o"clock when I saw two burglars enter the h o us e by an open window. I tri e d to rise. but could not. Then I tried to cry out; but this was impos s ible The burglars, who were now in side, tiptoed to the dresser, where the money of the h o use was kept in a little box. This. thev 'took and started for "the door, through which they went to the dining-room, as I sup posed. But at that moment a shot rang out, and the


I I TIIE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. burglars came bounding through the room, overturning the lamp, which set fire to the carpet. At that critical moment I awoke, to feel the fresh air on my head, and to hear voices outside the window, which I had left open. For a while I was dazed; but on reali zing my position, I lay down, grasping my re volver tightly. Just then I saw a head appear above the sill; in a little while the whole body. Then a man came noiselessly through the window. Another soon followed, / and then the same was rehearsed as in my dream. The only difference was, that this had a sequel. For, wJ1en the lamp was turned over and the burglars fled, I jumped to my fe et and tried to put the fire out, but it was too late, and grabbing my cloth es and other necessit i es, I also went through the window By this time the whole hous e was aroused, and by the time the arrived the house was in flames. As this is all that has anyth ing to do with my dream I will close. The Burnmg Building. (By Mrs. Nellie Cary, Vincennes, In<:l.) One night, while I was sleeping, I dreamed I saw a burning building with many people in it. I could see the people coming out and jumping from the windows above, and there seemed to be one among the lot that I r ecog nized. The nearer I went to him the more frightened I was. At last I recognized my husband. I was in a terrible state of excitement when I was awakened by my husband to serve breakfast. My Dream. (By Henry Strouck, Boston, Mass.) One day while I was reading a story of a haunted mill, I went to bed and when I went to sleep I began dreaming. I thought I was in a haunted mill, l ying on the floor and two large eyes were l ooking at me. I screamed, ''What do yo u want?" I got no answer, but I saw the eyes l ook ing at something in th e corner. I look e d th ere and saw two nuggets of gold. I crawled over to it, and was just reaching for it wh e n I woke up and found it was only a dream. A Leap for Life. (By C. D. Southard, Turner, Mo.) I dreamed I was visiting my uncle, who liv ed on the coast. My uncle, some friends and m yse l f went out for a walk cne afternoon. The scene ry was very b ea utiful. We ha d been wandering around for three or four hours and started homeward, when one of the party expressed a desire to round a sharp point jus t a little ahead. So we all started. My uncle was in t he l ead and as we were on a very narrow path, just above a deep precipice, we had to be very cautious. All at once I stepped o n a stone. It siicl and the next in stant I was go in g down over the edge of the chasm. As I threw u my hands they came in con tact with a small bu s h which I clung to for dear life. My uncle told me to give him one hand which I did, but he I could not pull rne over without being pulled from his place. Pretty soon he said to me : There is but one way out that I can see. I will save you, or we will b ot h perish. Now l et go of the bush." As my uncle shouted now," I relaxed my grasp and he gave a powerful leap. So p owerfu l was the leap that we both cleared the ledge of rock and landed in the sea below. The cold water revived us and we swam ashore, whete our friends were waiting for us. I then awoke all at o nce and heard mamma calling me to breakfast. A Boat Dream. (By William Gossenberge r Jersey City, N. J.) I dreamed one night l ast week that I was in a rowboat v.-ith a crazy man. We were out in the ocean rowing, when the madman got a hammer and chisel. He th en sta rted to bore a ho l e through the bottom of the b oa t. I sprang upon him, but he piCkecl me up in his arms and threw me overboard I land ed in the water and began to sink. I tried to swim, but my arms and legs would n ot move. I landed on the bottom with a thump. I woke up and found myself on th e floor and the bed clothes in my arms. A Horst Dream. (By Gale Francis, Madiso n Incl.) "vVhoa Come clown now, so I can get on. No down on both knees Now we are all right, Topsy, old girl. Trot along a lit tle bit faster. Hey, there! get out of the road. Whoa! Topsy. Is th e little girl hurt much? vVhere does she live?" When I awoke with a start from my dream the sun was shining through the window in my face. 'My Balloon Drtam. (By Ned Holmes, Lexington, Neb.) One clay I went to a circus and saw a balloon ascen sion. When I went to b ed that night I had a terrible dream I dreamed tha t I got into a balloon to see how it looked, when the balloon suddenly s h ot into the air. I pulled a rope, whic h I supposed opened the gas -Valve, 1 but instead, it dropped the ballast, and the balloon shot up with terrible rapidity. For miles it rose until I could not see the ea r th. Then it began to travel toward the sea. I tried to stop it, but could not. Finally it began to drop, and I b ecame aware that it would drop into the ocean I knew that if the balloon fell on me I would be killed. So, when we had nearly reached the water, I dived. I struck pre tt y hard, but did n ot lose my senses A.s soon as I arose I b ega n to swim. For h ours I swam, and was about to g ive up when I saw a ship. I screarnecl as loud as I could, and soon a boat put off, and I was picked up and taken on b oa rd. As soon as I had recovered I looked about to see wha t kind of a ship it was. To my horror I found that it was a pirate vessel. They made me help th e m work the ship


' THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. One day caught sight of what was supposed to be a merchantman. We hailed it and demanded its surrender. It immediately ran away and we gave chase. As soon as we were alongside we opened fire, but in s tead of surren, dering, they unmasked a large battery of heavy cannon. Then we knew that it was a man-of-war. It poured a terrible fire into us and compelled us to surrender. The officers would not believe me when I to!d them my story. We were all taken to Engl and and tried and sen tenced to be shot. We were taken out and stood in a row and the so)diers aimed at us and fired. I fell and hit my head on a stone and awoke. A True Dream. "(By Maggie B. Peckham, Halifax, N. S.) One night we were talking about people finding money and other things. I went to bed and commenced dreaming. I thought my cousin and I w e re going for a walk to the park, where we saw some men working. Under a large stone I saw a purse, in whic;h there was mon ey I was near it and still I couldn't touch it. I told my com panion I would give her half of the money. I never got it, all the same. Just at that moment one of the men said: "'Ne are digging for gold." I awoke and told everyb od y in the house of my dream. They thought it a very funny dream. A little while after there was a piece in the paper about it. Some men, working clown in the park, found a purse containing a sum of money. It was a very curious dream, and the funniest part is, the money was found afterward in the very place. A J?ream About an Adventure in the Vermont Mountains. (By Clement G. Yate s, Milford, Conn.) One night I dreamed that my friend, Walter Marsh, and myself had a detective agency in New York, and he told me that he had gotten a case for us. We \vere to run down a gang of counterfeiters. who w e re loca te d somewhere in the western part of New Eng land. The y were makittg two-dollar bills and fifty-cent pieces, and the onlydifference between them and real money w as that the letter L in the words "half dollar" were different, and the'paper that the queer bills were printed on was thinner than the paper the real bills were printed on. \Ve were unable to discover anything un t il one

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