Buffalo Bill's rush-ride, or, Sure Shot, the Highflyer


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Buffalo Bill's rush-ride, or, Sure Shot, the Highflyer

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Buffalo Bill's rush-ride, or, Sure Shot, the Highflyer
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A 'NEEKLY PUBLICAT-ICJN TQ. BORDER HIS.TOY I ssued U-'eekly. By Subscript inn per year. Entered as Second Cl ass Matter at New Vork A s t Office by STREET & SMITH, 238 l*"i/tia m St. N. Y. No. 98. Price, Five Cents. BUFFALO BILL SWOOPED LOW FROM HlS SADDLE1 AND WITH HI!I LEFT HAND GRASPED THlll YOU'.fH

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A WEEKLY PUBLICATION DEVOTED TO BORDER Hl5TORY Issued Week l y. B y S11!Jscrij>tion S2.5oper Y'ar. Ellltrtd a s Second Class M a tte r a t t!ze N Y. P ost Of/ice, b y STREET & SMITH, 238 William St., N. Y. Entered acc ording to Act of Congress iu the year 1q-03, in tlte Office of tlze Lilwari:m of Congress, Wasllinl[ton, D. C. No. 98. NEW YORK, March 28, 1903. Price Five Cents. BUff!tO BILL'S. RUSH-RIDE: OR, Sure Shot, the HighflyerG By the author of "BUFF ALO BILL" CHAPTER I. THE YOUNG HIGHFLYER. "The boy's a highflyer, and no mistake, but I reckon as how his chips has been called in this time." "I dunno, pard, fer ther devil takes keer o' his own, so they says, and maybe he 'll come out 0. K." "Yer is ruther hard on ther kid, pard, fer I don't think h e is sich a all-fired bad one." "Then, yer don't know him, Pete, that's all." "I think I do, for I has seen men as was man-killers go to call him down on several occasions, and miss it, fer. h e didn't come down worth a cent. "I seen thet Mexican terror, El Paso Ed, when ther boy accused him of cheatin' a tenderfoot gent, go to spank him for bein' too fresh, as he said; but ther boy put him ter bed with a bullet in his shoulder, and made him give up ther boodle he hed won from ther stranger. "No; he 's a highflyer, and no mistake. fer a kid o' tender years, but he hain't half bad, as I jedges him." "Well, he's gone up, this time, Pete Pomeroy, and I'll gamble on it." "Put up yer money, then." "It's up; a cool fifty pesos." "And mine covers it, thet ther boy gits back 0. K." "\Nhich I bets he don t." "Now, h ere c omes Fred Foster, and he'll hold ther stakes." ''Say, pards, l et's make a pool of ther bet, for thar is some as says ther boy will git back, and some as says h e won't: so each one put in fifty, or more, if yer thinks best and them as wins takes ther pot." This prop os ition was hailed as just the thing, and a dozen men chipped in their money to make the purse, when Nick N ubbins called out: "Who says ther boy gits back,, and who says he don't?" The hands held up against the boy's return were twelve, while only one was raised when called upon who believed in the return in safety of the young highflyer from the expedition he had gone upon. "Why, this just makes us git our money back even, if you wins, Pete Pomeroy, for you stands agin' us all, while, if we loses, you gits ther whole stake!" cried Nick Nubbins. "Then I matches ther amount agin' yer all," and Pete

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2 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. Pomeroy's words were greeted with a yell by half a hun dred men. "\iVhat is the game gentlemen?" asked one who had just entered the large saloon where all were gathered, and whose appearance indicated a man whose position in life had been above that of those about him. "You is to hold the stakes, Mr. Foster," said Nick Nubbins, addressing the one who had asked the question. ''I am willing; but what is the game?" "It's for and agin' thet young highfiyer, Little Sure Shot, gittin' back from his clurn fool trail to rescue Diablo Dick o' Arizona whom nobody would cry fer if he got kilt, and who isn't wanted 'round here, though thet kid would go ter help him out." "What clanger is Diablo Dick in?" asked Fred Foster, :incl he added: "You know I have been away for a week." "Well, he went up inter ther Blue Hills country ter hunt, as he allus does each year, and a cowboy come in three days ago and reports thet a band o' Comanches was seen follerin' a trail right up thar. Ther boy heerd it, and said as how he'd go and warn Diablo Dick o' his clanger, and off ther young highfiyer starts, and we is bettin' he never gits l:iack," explained Nick Nubbins. "And if he don't, and Diablo Dick, too, it will be a blessin' to this community," growled one. A number agreed with him as to the man, though not one had a word to say against the boy. "Well, gentlemen," said Fred Foster, quietly, "I admit that Diablo Dick is a hard citizen-a very hard citizen, indeed; but I recall that he saved that boy's life once when there were half a dozen cowardly men, some of them now present, who sought to drive him out of this settlement, and.Little Sure Shot is one, as I know him, not to forget a wrong or a favor done him ; so he went to help the man who had befriended him in the hour of need. "It is betting on a human life, but gambling is my game, you know, and if you'll all double your bets I'll match them, and go in with Pete Pomeroy on the purse, while Tom Totten can h old the stakes This proposition of Fred Foster was received with a cheer. The me:i interested at once doubled their bets, and others asked to come into the game, until the gambler and Pete Pomeroy, the only ones betting on the boy s Teturh, s tood to win or lose a large amount of money. Torri Totten. the keeper of the conibined saloon and gambling den know n as the "Win or Lose Palace," was given the purse, and then Gamb l er Fred invited the crowd to "have something," not one of them refusing to step briskly up to the long bar. But the eyes of the gamb l er were upon four of the party who had accepted his invitation, and all saw that he had something to say, from the look he gave them as they joined the others. A silence immediately f eli upon the crowd-a silence ominous of a coming storm. CHAPTER II. FRED FOSTER, THE STRANGER SPORT. A few moments before giving the invitation to the crowd to step up to the bar, Fred Foster had spoken of several men who were making a cowardly attack upon the young highftyer, when the desperado, Diablo Dick, had taken the boy's part. He had noticed the presence bf these mer there in the saloon. In response to his invitati o n, among the fifty who ac cepted with alacrity, were four who stood together, and upon whom the eyes of the gambler were They were hard-looking customers, with ;:iir of men who were ready for a fight, foot-race or furieral. They were the ones, as all knew, to whom Gambler Fred had referred as cowards. The hum of voices had quickly ceased, for all realized that the sport had something to say, and would say it. Those in the settlement of San, Gabriel, where men walked by day and sle pt by: 1ight with their guns on, and hands on them read for quick use, knew the gambler only as he had signed himself on the register of the San Gabriel Inn-once an old mission-for he wrote himself down as: "Fred Foster, Gentleman." He had ridden into the San Gabriel settlement without a guide, and alone, and drove ahead of him four well-laden pack horses, each one as fine an animal as the supe rb horse upon wh ich he was mounted. He was dressed in black broadcloth, the pants stuck in handsome top-boots, the heels of which were armed with gold spurs. He wore a belt of arms beneath his frock coat, which he left open at times, and his white shirt and silk scarf gave him a striking appearance among men who dressed as miners, cowboys, and in the general frontier garb. His hat was a large-brimmed, black slouc h and with his clean-shaven face and somber attire, he might have been mistaken for an itinerant parson, but for his strik ingly handsome face, glittering white teeth and burning black eyes, intense in their expression when excited-the only sign of excitement he ever revealed, as he was al ways outwardly calm, and spoke with a slight drawl. It was days before any one knew what had brought Foster. Gent l eman, to San Gabriel, and much curi osity was shown regarding him, for he had taken the best room in the mission-which h ad then become an inn -as hi s own, and from the packs which the animals had brought, had fitted it up handsomely, buying Navajo

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 3 blankets and Mexican mats to add to its comfort and somew hat e l egant appearan ce. He had never been known to take a drink, but was fond of a cigar, and had made himself at once popular by his fine voice and clever performance upon the guitar and violin, which instruments h e had with him, along with a small library of choice books. "Well, I guess he's right; he a gentleman, he is," was the comment of Pete Pomeroy, miner, when the stranger had been a couple of weeks in San Gabriel. But one night it was found that he was also a sport, for, going into the Win and Lose Saloon while a game for large stakes was being played between a professional sharp and a young miner, when the latter was blnffed off from a big bet by the professional, both gambler and bully, Fred Foster had said, in his quiet way: "Don't let hirri',bluff you off, for my money is yours to any amount." All looked at him in amazement, the young miner par ticularly being surprised, and answering quickly: "I thank you, sir, but I had no right to play, for I cannot afford to l ose money; and on ly took a hand be cause I got a lette r from hom e asking for a certain sum to lift a mortgage for my father, and I h oped to win it, bYt now have l ost all I had." "Playin ther baby act," growled Card Sharp Cal, his adv e rsary. "No; he is doing right; but, if h e wishes to meet your bluff he can get the money," Fred Foster ret orted "Maybe you"d like to take the contract off his hands ," intimated the sharp, r at her insolently. "With pleasure; just where h e leaves off, and pla y th e game to win or l ose, as his pard." "But I have no more money, sir," the young urged, excitedly. "I have, and'i:ake your hand but upon one condition." "What is it, sir?" "That you never play another card !" "Gladly, I grant it sir!" "Now, sir, to the game," and Fred Foster, Gentlema n faced the professional. "I'm ready, but I warns you I do ,n't stand no nonsense. Bu siness is business with me, every time. "Oh is it? Well, so l e t it be! You r a ised his b e t, I believe, to double?" I did : but I double that, now." "And I meet you." Then I double that again." "And I meet you." "Ag'in I doubles you," cried the card sharp, excitedly. "Well, I'll double your bet ," was the surprising response of Fred Foster, now the Stranger Sport, and all who heard his calmly utter ed announcement drew a long breath of expectancy. That was business," indeed. CHAPTER III. A GAME OF DEATH. No t a word was said among those gathe r ed about t h e two card players, for all other players in the saloon had dropped their games when Fred Foster took a hand His last remark to Card Sharp Cal, who was an ac knowledged sharper, as we have said, and a bully as well, raised the sum on the board to a l arge amount, someth ing over two th ousand dollars, which one or the other must win or lose. Fred Foster's rai s ing the b et as he did somewhat s tartl ed the gambler, and h e l ooked uneasy, glanced about him as though seeking for help, and shuffled his cards un easi ly. He made no immediate r esponse; then he spoke in a manner meant to intimidate: I has the money to bet, and you makes a mistake if you is bluffin s imply h op ing to w in, and no dust to pay with if you l ose." Foster did not take his eyes off the man, but asked, in a l oud t o n e : "As I am a stranger here, Mr. Totten please say to thi s gentleman that I am not beyond my limit in betting a few t hou sa nd. "Indeed, you are not and I'll vouch for yo u for far more money," announced Tom Totten, coming up to the table. Now, gentlemen," continued Foster, if this pla yer does not dare venture more money on his hand, let him say so, and we will know w ho wins." "I puts another thousand on," respond ed Card Sharp Cal, boldly. "And I will double the ent ir e amount," from the un moved stranger. "I is with you, and calls you!" came from the sharper, and both hands were revealed. A p erfect yell went up that nearly raised the roof for b oth hands were identical. "Four aces and the ten of diamonds is my hand, an nounced the Strange'r Sport. "Then you is a dumed cheat, for I holds four aces and a ten of diamonds!" shouted the gambler. ';One moment, s ir and we will test this ri g ht h ere, and the gui lty man must answer to the other.'" and deliberate l y Foster took up the cards save those displayed. "Mr. Totten, take at random any of my cards, and see if they match the rest of the pack."

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4 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. Tom took out two, the ace of hearts and the ten of diamonds, while Fred Foster said, quickly: "You leave your cards on that table, sir, or I'll send a bullet through your brain. :\1y honor is at stake now, sir." Card Sharp Cal had turned white, but he obeyed, and sat in silence, as thougli watching hi s chance to draw his gun, or to get the cards off t h e table. "These cards and those in the pack are the same, Mr. Foster." said Tom Totten, and several others seconded his assertion. "Now, the other three please." They, wer e examined, and Tom Totten and those he called to his aid proclaimed that the five cards given up by Freel Foster belonged to the pack. "Now, the cards of this man, please," saiu Foster. They were taken up and examined closely. They appeared to be identical with the others, until a difference was at last discovered, ever so slight, yet ex isting and apparent. "Gentleman, those five cards do not belong to the pack," announced Tom Totten. Ko one then doubted that the card sharp had played a bold game to win by fraud, and had been caught at it. "Rope him!" cried a voice, and instantly others sec ,mde d the idea, but Foster demurred, quietly saying: "No; for it was agreed that the one found to be a c heat was answerable to the other. "He accused me of cheating, and it has now been proven that his words are applicable only to himself. "He would have cheated that young miner, my pard, in this game, and then have killed him to cover up his own rascality, but I chipped in. Now, sir, you are answerable to me!" The card sharp, livid with rage, arose to his feet, and drew his revolver as he did so, the crowd scattering hurriedly out of the way. But the Stranger Sport did not move and the young miner, Matt Armstrong, stood by his side. As he arose, the card sharp seized the chair in which he had been seated, and hurled it at Foster, who, with a skill that won loud applause, caught it, tossed it to one side, and his revolver flashed as did that of his foe. The card sharp was known to be a dead shot, aNd his miss now was but a hair's breadth, yet it was a miss, the bullet grazing the temple of Fred who made him self solid then and the re in that community, by placing a ball right between the eyes of his adversary. "Bury him at my expense, Mr. Totten, and put this money in your strong box, half to my credit, half to the call of my partner in the game, this young miner here. "Gentleman, all take a drink with me," and, wholly at his ease, the Stranger Sport turned to the bar, raising his black slouch hat courteously m acknowledgment of the rousing cheers that were g1ven for him by every man present. CHAPTER IV. THE LINKS OF A CHAI)I". Such, as related in the foregoing chapter, was the way in which Freel Foster, the Stranger Sport, rendered him self "soiid'' in San Gabriel settlement. In New Mexico the settlement was located, in the midst of mountains and valleys, the former rich in gold and silver, the latter affording splendid pasturage for cattle. The sett l ement community of a thousand so ul s was made up of miners, cattlemen, and hangers-on about a wild Western camp, most of them reckless spirits, ripe for adventure, excitement, fun, or a rope rustle. Americans and Mexicans predominated, but there were Indians, a few negroes, a dozen or more Chinese, and then a mixture of the races of Europe; all together a rather desperate lot of men. Several stores, tvvice as many saloons and gambling dens, a blacksmith shop, and the San Gabriel Miss ion transformed into an inn, made up the settlement proper, with ranches scattered through the valleys and mining camps through the adjacent mountains Road agents, Comanches, cattle and horse thieves, were to be feared at all times, and this fact but added greater lawlessness to the community. Yet in San Gabriel there were a few in each calling who were both good men and true, and their nerve and influence upon the more r eck less spi rits alone kept the sett l ement from being a perfect hades upon earth. To this place had one day come a youth of tender years, arriving by coach from Santa Fe, and bringing with him a record as a deadly marksman, and possessed of iron nerve in spite of the fact that he was yet under sixteen. He had not blown his own trumpet, for he was a quiet little fellow, modest, yet full of fun and mischief, and a handsome boy, with a well-knit, agile and enduring frame, added to which was grit enough for a giant to possess. l -Ie claimed to be a gold hunter, said he was on the trail of his fortune, came from nowhere and was going Jlowhere, while, as to his name, he had none, and people could call him what they pleased. He had his worldly goods in a pack on his back, with a couple of Navajo blankets, a rubber blanket and coat, stout boots, slouch hat. a serviceable suit of clothes, a rifle and belt of arms. A lariat also hung about his shoulders, with a haversack of provisions. and several cooking utensils, giving him a heavy load to carry, but he explained that his pony had been shot, and Taos Tip, the stage-driver, had given

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. THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. s him an introduction into San Gabriel by saying that he had picked him up. and put him inside to rest and sleep, as he seem e d v erv tired. and b eing h e ld up by road agents an hour after, startled by s e veral shots from behind, and saw the l eader of the outlaws and one of his men bite the dust. He bad forgo tten the boy s existence, but the shots were from bis rev o lver and the outlaws were s o surprised and startled that they sought cover, and, by la shing his team into a run, he had escaped them. ''Pards, I jist called him Littl e Sure Shot. and yer can t pick me up another like him anywhere," said Taos Tip. :.\ml this opinion of Taos Tip gaine d ground rapidly, for Little Sure Shot made him s elf at home in the settle ment, had money to pay for what he got, stopped at the San Gabriel Inn, bought him a pony, hunted gold six clays in the w eek. and rest e d on Sunday. He was court eous to all. and so gentle in his manner that many called him '"Little Gentleman. Rut who he was or what he had been not a soul knew, and he could keep his own counsel as to his past. But Little Sure Shot had his enemies. though doing nothing to make them. and one band of reckl e ss fellows. who had as their leader a i\Iexican who was known as Balboa, the Brave, made a plo t one night to get rid of the bov H e b e at e n Balboa. th e Brave at cards. was ac cused of che ating. and but for Diablo Dick. a desperado and the m os t f eared of all m e n in th e s e ttl e 1nent, he w o uld have b ee n kill e d. for though Littl e Sure Shot had dropped two C)f the gang with his unerring aim. Balboa was rushing upon him with his knife. when he fell dead, and all heard the remark: "I don't stand no game like that ag'in' ther boy. "Does ther rest o you fellers call it quits. 01 does yer want ter face Diablo Dick?" The four remaining memb ers of Balboa. the Brave's, gang were anxious to call it "quits," and Diablo Dick, whatever his crimes were. was Little Sure Shot's friend for lif e And so the time passed on. with the boy g etting into trouble now and then, but always coming out of it a hero, until one day th e rumor that Diablo Dick had gone on a hunt into a cow1try full of game, and whither a band of Comanches had followed him. The minute after hearing the news, Little Sure Shot had started to the rescue of the desperado, and so it was that the bets had been made as to his coming back or and which Fred Foster had so promptly taken. CHAPTER V. TROUBLE IN THE "WIN AND LOSE." At the invitation of the Stranger Sport to those present to have a drink at his expense, it will be recalled that half a hundred had e agerly accepted, and among them four men who were known as the former pards of Balboa, the Mexican Bravo, whom Diablo Dick had killed to prevent him knifing Little .Sure Shot, the highflyer. They had a claim somewhere in the mountains which they pretended to work, but more generally passed their time in id l eness about the saloons, gambling and drinking as the humor pleased them. They had. since the death of their leader, kept very close together, and had not been as much in evidence in difficulties as they had before their number of seven had been cut down by three through the deadly aim of Little Sure Shot and Diablo Dick. Thev had made no sign at Fred Foster's allusion to them cowardly, in speaking of Little Sure Shot having been attacked by them, and tried to l ook innocent of being guilty, even going so far as to ignore the words cast into their teeth of c o wardice, and crowding up to drink with the man who had uttered the denunciation. But the eyes of Fred Foster had taken them in, and he was apparently surprised at their so boldly stepping up to accept his invitation. When the silence was becoming oppressive to all, be spoke: '"Gentle1;1t n. 1 asked you to join me in a drink, but I did not exp e ct four who are present to accept my invita tion, and I am surprised that they have done so after hearing me denounce them a while since as having, with three others. made a most cowardly attack on the boy, Little Sure Shot.., The words were calmly uttered, and the only show o1 feeling felt by Freel Foster shone from his burning eyes. "Does yer mean thet yer won't pay fer our drinks?" at last blurted out one of the four, when they saw every eye upon them, and knew that they were expected to speak. "I did not sav that; for I am not mean. ''I will pay for your drinks, yes, bnt that does not change my opinion of your being cowaiclly, as your conduct showed you to be." "You calls us cowards does yer ?" cried another of the four. '"Come, do not detain these gentlemen, but tal..:e your drinks. ''I \.Vill then be ready to answer any questions, and stand responsible for my A cheer greeted these vorcls, and the bottles pushed clown the line and came to the four men. \Vith the nerve of men who would do anything, they

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6 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. each filled his glass, all eyes being upon them, except Fred Foster 's, for he did not appear to be watching them. ''Here's to yer, Foster," said one, and the four raised their glasses and drained them. Fred Foster's glass was raised to his lips, but the con tents were not they never were, and he said courteously to the crowd in general : "My regards, gentlemen." The men dashed off their liquor, and, putting a large bill upon the bar, Fred Foster turned as though to get the change from Tom Totten, his back being toward the four men. But his eyes were upon them, by aid of a looking-glass, before which he had purposely taken his stand, and he saw the quickly whispered council among the men, and then one of them turned to face him, the other three fall ing back out of range. Quick came his action, and when he turned his revolver was leveled, while the man yet had his weapon half drawn. Then came the flash and report, followed by the words : "Now, hands up, the three of you!" He had not waited the half of a second to note the result of his shot before he had the still smoking w.eapon covering the other three, who were fairly caught with their hands upon the hilts of their revolvers, yet not daring to draw them in that crowd as four men against one. The etiquette of San Gabriel would not stand for that, and they knew it; for when their band had attacked Little Sure Shot they had made that fatal discovery. The three men knew, too, that did they injure Frd Foster, and even kill him, they would have the crowd to fight, and so they did only what they could do, obeyed his command to raise their hands above their heads. "If you are not able to bury your pard, send the bill to me, and let me advise that you keep clear of me in future, for I can tolerate a bad man, but not a coward. "Gentlemen, good-evening," and the Stranger Sport left the Win and Lose Saloon with the cheers of the crowd ringing in his ears, and admiring remarks as to his unerring aim, for his bullet had struck his man squarely in the center of his forehead. CHAPTER VI. A VERY CLOSE CALL. Several days before the scene that opens this story, a man was walking along a pretty valley that lay between two mountain ranges, while his horse, a fine iron-gray, was following untied, a few paces behind him. That the man had every confidence in his horse was proven by his rifle being slung to his saddle-horn, a lariat ha_nging on the opposite side, with blankets, cooking utensils, and a bag of provisions all strapped securely to the cantle. Should his horse dash away the man would be left without food, blankets, or rifle. Possessing a fine athletic arm, broad shoulders, and racy carriage, the man was dressed in a costume that was a combination of frontier and Mexican. His face was darkly bronzed, his hair and beard were worn long, yet well cared for, and there was an air of neatness and certain about him that was marked. His boots were of the best make, his sombrero had cost a round sum, and his weapons, saddle, trappings, and general outfit were of an expensive kind. As he walked along the valley, his eyes were not upon the trail, but upon the ranges half a mile distant, upon either side, and turned, first to the right, then 1o the left, alternately, as though he was watching for something, or some one. A herd of antelopes sped by within easy range, but were not noticed, and a flock of wild turkeys crossed his trail without a shot being fired at them, the man still walking along, his eyes scaning the ranges. At last he came to where the valley ended in the foot hills, and here halted as though undecided as to what to do. "This is surely the valley, from all that I can glean from the description, and none other in these mountains, and I have seen them all, appears to be just like this one. "I shall camp here to-night, and then to-morrow go down close to the range on one side, and upon the other, for I must find it." "I would like much to have killed one of those ante lopes and turkeys, but I dared not give a shot here, as there are too many Indian signs around, and this is their hunting ground. "No; 1 must take a co1d supper and be satisfied. "There is a little stream, with good gi-ass near, and a thicket for cover." So saying, the man walked the distance of a quarter of a mile, to where there was a good camping ground, and by sunset had staked his horse out spread his blankets, eaten his cold supper, and was ready to turn in for the night. This he did, after smoking his pipe, and had slept for several hours when he was awakened by a sound from his horse. Instantly he was up, and, taking up the stake pin, he led his horse into the shelter of the thicket, where he had been sleeping. Hardly had he gained shelter, when he saw by the star light a long line of shadowy looking horsemen come into view

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 7 He stood wit h one hand upon the nose of his horse, to prevent any sound, and the other grasping his rifle, while his eyes were ri veted upon the horse men, coming toward him at a slow walk. The trail they following was the one that l ed up the valley and it passed the thicket that concealed him not sixty feet from where he stood. As the horsem e n drew near, he saw that they were India n s were fift,-in number, and they were evide ntly in sea rci1 of a earn.ping place. or goi n g to one they knew of. Like specters they by the man and horse, that stood as still as statues, and a sigh of r elief came from the Jone camper as he saw th e l ast lndian h o r seman fad in g awa) from his view. But. just as h e was flattering himself that they had gone, h e saw that they did not disapp e ar. Instead, they had come t o a h alt, voices were heard, and h e knew that they h ad found a camping place for the r est of the night. This was a startling dis covery, for they were not ove r a hundred yards from him. He could not st ay there, for the daw n would reveal him. To l eave, h e must go dow n the valley amt, 111 doing this, he would have to pass in view of th e Tndians, shou l d they be keeping a watch. To his surprise, they did 11ot build fires, and this told him from his kn o wl edge of t h e Indian character, tlht they do not wish th e ir presence known any more than h e did. Silently h e bridl ed a nt! sadd led his horse, r olled up his blank ets, and the n led the a nimal o ut of t h e thicket down the trail t h e r edskins had come. It was a moment of intense suspense, as he knew he was within view if they were watching; but h e was not discovered, and. as h e mounted hi s h o r se when o ut of s ight he muttered to him self: ''That was a very cl ose call for you, Diablo Dick.'' CHAPTER VIL A .RESCUER. Having ridd e n several miles down th e valley, Diablo Dick, the Desperado of San Gabriel, as his words had be trayed him to be. decided to again go into camp and r est out t h e balance of the ni ght. 'fhe pebbly stream that ran clown th e valley h ere and there had near it a thicket of pines, or cedars, and, seeking shelter in one of these, h e was soon asleep once more, while hi s horse fed up on the grass h e could find within the length of hi s sta k e rope. When dawn began to break the man was awake, and he carefully peered from hi s retreat up and clown the valley. He could not see the Indians, but knew about where they had camped, and mused, aloud: "They saw my trail corning to the va lle y, and were tracking me, beyond a doubt. ' I have n ot hing to do but to r etu rn to San Gabriel a nd come h ere o n m y sea rch w h e n it is not the hunting season, for I shall n ot g iv e up my search, as I feel that that at last I have st ruck the right valley. Now, I'll hav e brea kfa st, and then push a head, and a long race it will b e if th ey see me. "But I was lu cky not t o have lighte d a fire la st night for it would have en
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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. t.er also, but so as to command the approach to the hill upon all sides. The five Indians who had left the pass were now mounted, and widely scattered, they were charging the hill, concealing themselves as much as possible behind the bodies of their ponies. As they came within range, Diablo Dick picked his man and his rifle cracked. The redskin at whom he aimed fell dead from his horse, and the others wheeled about to get out of range . As they did so, there came another crack of a rifle from the pass, and Indian fell, while two others ran to their ponies, mounted and rode to join their com rades. Then the gathered together in council, and could be seen talking and gesticulating excitedly. "Well, they have gotten a setback, for my unknown friend killed their chief with his first shot, and his second has forced them to leave the pass, and I have one to my credit. "But the unknown seems to have a position on the cliff above the pass, and he certainly holds the fort. "I only wish that I was with him. "Ah! Their pow-wow is over, and they are deter mined to rush upon me. "Let them come, for I can but do my best," and Diablo Dick stood ready to fight to the bitter end. Again his rifle cracked, and a pony went down, but the others still came on, until a loud shout came from behind them, a shot at long range followed, another pony fell, and there dashed into view a horse and rider, while Diablo Dick cried : "By the gods of war! It's Little Sure Shot, the Boy Highflyer !" ,, CHAPTER VIII. THE BOY HIGHFLYER EXPLAIN.S. The sudden charge of the youth through the pass, com ing to the rescue of Diablo Dick, was at once taken ad vantage of by the man, who threw a load into his rifle. leaped upon his horse, and dashed down the hill to meet the boy. The Indians, fortunately for Diablo Dick and the res cuer, had not charged between the grass and the man they sought to capture or kill, but around to one side, and this gave him an open field in making his escape It was their mistake, and they realized it, for it at once put them behind their foes and the pass open to them for escape. There were yet five Indians, however, though two of them were dismounted, but the ponies of their slain comrades were not far away, so they would all soon be mounted and in pursuit. They were all armed with rifles, too, and, when they had sent a volley of bullets after the escaping white man, those who were mounted sought to catch the loose ponies for their dismounted comrades. 0 The shots of the five redskins flev, dangerously near to Diablo Dick, but not one touched him, and he did not return the fire, as it was long range, and he was riding rapidly. He simply pressed on in a run to meet his young res cuer, who had halted, when lie saw that he would escape in safety. As he sat there upon his horse, waiting for the man's appearance, the youth presented t he beau ideal of the boy plainsman. His years could not have been over sixteen, and he was small for his age, yet perfectly formed, and was dressed in a rakish sort of costume that showed that he was care ful of his personal appearance. His dark chestnut looked like a clean-limbed racer, and was well equipped. The youth \Vas armed with a rifle and a pair of re volvers and long knife were in his belt. His dark hair was worn short, and clustered about his temples in a very attractive way, giving him a more boyish look than would otherwise have been the case. His face, neck and hands were burned a very dark brown by long exposure to an outdoor life, and his fea tures were well cast handsome, and full of expression. In his eyes there seemed to rest, even at that time of danger, a constant smile, half of mischief, half of reck lessness. But they were honest eyes as bright as diamonds, and seemed to look one through and through. "Well, Diablo Dick, I got here in time, and I'm mighty glad of it," shouted the youth, as the man who was called a desperado in San Gabriel came da shing up to where he was awaiting his approach. "Yer got here in time young feller, to save my life, but what in thunder is yer doin' here?" answered Diablo Dick, . speaking now in a drawling tone, and with a strong dialect. "I came simply to return the service you did me once, and save yon from the Comanches." "Give me yer hand, Highflyer, fer yer did what yer came fer; but who told yer I needed yer ?" "I heard a cowboy from the El Dorado Ranch say you had come this way on a hunt, and that he had seen a big band of Indians following your trail, from where he was l ying in hiding, watching them with a glass. "So I thought you needed help, and here I am." "You bet yer is, and with both feet. ./

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 9 "But did yer kill that In jun who were on ther cliff?" "Yes; I saw them yesterday evening, a number of them, and watched them go up the valley at sunset, all but a few who stayed to guard the pass. "I knew then that you had not been captured, and I tried to get \nto the val1ey over the range, but could not, and so went into camp for the night. "This morning I trying again to get over the range, and was giving it up when I saw you coming down the valley. "I knew you would ride into the trap at the pass, so I got a position picked off sentinel, and you know the rest. "Now, we had better be moving out of this, for, look up the valley, and you'll make a discovery." The man glanced up the valley, and cried: "The whole band, and not a mile away! "But, Highfly e r, yer is a dandy, and I'm yours ter command fer life. "Put it thar, boy pard, and let me thank yer ag'in, and ag'in." "I don't want thanks and have no time to listen just now, for come those five redskins now, and they are mad clean through, and determined to catch us before their comrades come up. "'vVe've got to ride for it, Diablo Dick, if we wish to save our scalps." "You bet we has, and I'm with yer-my but them five Injuns is well mounted, an' no mistake," cried Diablo Dick, and the two started off, side by side, in rapid flight, their pursuers following them rapidly, evidently anxious to redeem themselves for having allowed the palefaces to escape them. CHAPTER IX. ODDS AGAINST THEM Little Sure Shot and Diablo Dick were well mounted, but the pony of the youth had been driven hard by his young rider in crossing from San Gabriel to the rescue of the man whom all others appeared to think it would be a good riddance if the Comanches did capture or kill him. It had even been whispered by some of his worst foes, yet never so that he could hear it, that Diablo Dick was an ally of the Comanches, a renegade to his own race;' but of this at least Little Sure Shot had found him inno cent, for he had found the Indians hot on l1is trail, and certainly if their ally they would not be attacking him. "I guess, after all he's not so bad as they paint him," said Little Sure Shot, when he saw this. "Why, they made me out a thorough young devil, and yet I don't think I am." Having rescued Diablo Dick as he had done, and the two in flight, it was then a case of a long chase, with the odds greatly in favor of the Indians as to numbers, for the large band was pressing on as rapidly as they could ride. The odds seemed to favor the Indians, too ; through their horses being fresh, while the young hi ghflyer's pJny was about u sed up. "'vVe can push on fast, Highflyer, until your horse fails, and then mine must do double work." "Yes, or we must find a place where we can stand them off and leave a good record to show that we died game, Diablo Dick," was the reckless reply of the youth. "You bet we do, only I hain't stuck on dyin' a little bit jist yit. "I hain't been useful enough in life, don't yer see, ter wish ter cash in my chips jist yit a while." The youth laugh ed, in his gay and reckless way, and death comes it will find me ready to meet it, Diablo Dick, and I won't play the baby act, either." "Vve ll, yer is a dandy an' no mistake, young feller. !'They don't mak e many like you." ''Oh, yes, they do; only you have not met them; but those reds are creeping upon us." "They is, fer a fact They had passed through the gap that formed the entrance to the valley, and where Diablo Dick had so nearly l ost his lif e by riding into an ambush, and they were speeding along over a broad and barren plain toward where the horizon was broken by a cedar thicket upon a slight ridge. "If my pony hold s out to get there we can fight them while he gets a rest, and can push on again," said Little Sure Shot. "That's just what we kin do; but will he last that far; it's a good four miles." "I think he will," came the confident response. On they sped, with the first batch of redskins .a third of a mile behind them and the large band over a mile behind the five leaders. The young highflyer's pony showed eac h moment that hi s strength was giving out, but still he able to reach the ridge, if the Indians in advance did not over take the fugitives before they could get there. Nearer and nearer drew the ridge, but nearer and nearer came the five warriors, urging their ponies to the utmost, while those b e hind were creeping up, too, though still a mile in the rear. "If my horse was only fresh we could distance those fellows very quickly," said the Highflyer in a most matter-of-fact manner, as though it was an ordinary race. "Yes; for he's a goer when he's rested, and mine could make two miles to their one."

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1 0 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "I know he could. and if it comes to the worst I wish you to skip ahead." "And leave you?" "Why when it wou1d only be two Jives instead of one, and. I'm no use on earth more than to enjoy life as it comes to me." "Now. look yere, kid; 1 may be all that's bad, and more, but yer don't know Diablo Dick if yer thinks he'd desert even his enemy in time o' need." "I did not believe you would, only I wish you to escape. if it comes to where I must go under, for it's dead snre you. too, will go under if you remain with me. "You could avenge h1e, you know, an
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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. I I mount my horse, for he is fresh, and move on, while I stand those redskins off, then I will follow." The stranger spoke in a quick, confident way, with the air of one who was accustomed to giving commands and expecting them to be obeyed. He was a splendid specimen of manhood tall, straight, superbly formed, dressed in a picturesque border garb, and with his brown hair falling upon his shoulders His face was most striking in its features and expres sion, and he looked th. e man to do and dare any deed that required nerve. Diablo Dick had halted, as he drew near, and as he looked upon the stranger he mused: "It is Buffalo Bill, the great scout! And he has orders to take me dead or alive. But, as I now am playing the role of Diablo Dick, he does not know me, so all will be well, I guess." CHAPTER XI. SURPRISED REDSKINS. "Well, pard, yer saved ther kid in great shape, and got me out of a mighty tight scrape," spoke Diablo, as lfe approached Buffalo Bill and extended his hand. The chief of scouts took it and replied: "I saw you two coming a long way off, sq rode into one of the gullies to give the Indians a surprise, but had to show myself when the youth's horse was shot. ''Now, mount my horse, both of you, for he is fresh and can carry you two easily. I will follow on your horse when I have made those Comanches believe we are going to make a stand here." "It is just what should be done, pard, 'ceptin' I'm ther one ter stay behind," answered Dick. "No; you go with the boy, and get a long start; then we will have nothing to fear from pursuit. "You see, I have a repeating rifle, one that fires seven teen shots, and it will make those reds cautious about following after they have heard its music and felt its sting." Diablo gazed upon the splendid repeating rifle with great interest and admiration, and, seeing that the scout meant to be obeyed, he prepared to mount with the youth, only suggesting that they ride his own horse instead of that of the rescuer. "No, take mine," ordered the scout ; "you can make better time, and he will not feel the double weight." So the highflyer was aided into the handsome saddle of the scout, not yet wholly himself. Diablo sprang up behind him, an,d the splendid black horse was started off across the plain which stretched for miles beyond the ridge. Buffalo Bill-for it was in truth the great scout-fastened the animal of Diablo Dick where the shots of the Indians could not harm liim, and turned to face his foes, for the large band was now about coming up to where the three braves awaited them. At a long swinging lope the big black carried Diablo Dick and the youth across the plain, neither of them speaking a word until half a mile had been passed. Then Diablo Dick spoke : "This horse could keep this gait up all ther way ter San Gabriel." ''He's a sp lendi
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12 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. amazed them, as they continued on their headlong charge. Next the) r \vere staggered, for both braves and ponies were hit hard, and, unable to face that scathing fire, they wheeled and rode in reverse at foll speed, believing they were facing a dozen or more men, wh o must have been lying in ambush behind the ridge. Back they went, determined to accomplish by cunning and strategy what they could not do by force, and slowly they began to surround the position on the ridge, occu pied, as they believed, by a dozen or more of their white foes. But, when they did surround the ridge, to their utter amazement no foe was there CHAPTER XII. THE SCOUT'S RUSE. \i\Then the rapid rattle of the scout's repeating rifle ceased, Diablo Dick said quickly: "He will come now, for he checked 'em, you bet. "Ride on, kid, so we kin git a good start." The youth obeyed, and the black went on at a swifter pace than before. Lookin g back, Diablo Dick saw that Buffalo Bill had left the ridge and was running toward where he had left the horse, to mount and follovv. "Well, that rifle jist knocks me clean out, and I'll bet ,,he sent some of them bullets home to heart and brain. "Why, them Inj ins jist thinks thet thar is all of a dozen or more palefaces on thet ridge a-fightin' 'em, fer ther scout are too knowin' a man to let em see him, and th et one man were
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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. up fast, so will soon be here," answered Diablo Dick, who saw that his young companion was pale and suf fering. CHAPTER XIII. BUFFALO BILL CHECKS PURSUIT. I About two miles from the ridge, while the scout's black was loping easily along with his rlouble load the good horse of Diablo Dick, urged to a swifter pace, came up, Buffalo Bill calm and apparently unmoved by his flight with the redskins and his clever ruse in thus leaving them to discover his flight as best th ey could. "Well, pards, we have eluded them, and there is no danger of their overtaking us now," h e s aid pleasantly. "No, sir, we is all right; but what did yer say yer. name might be, pard ?" asked Diablo Dick. "My name is William F. Cody, but I am better known by that of Buffalo Bill, and I am an army. scout." "Oh! you is ther scout Buffalo Bill cried Diablo Dick, with well-feigned surprise, as the two horses loped along side by side. "I arti, and I would like to be on eve n t e rms with my new-found friends, as far as knowing their names ." "Sure, and yer shall. As me, I'm nobody, but is called Diablo Dick in San Gabriel, and men says I is a all-round bad man, and maybe I is. I "This young gamecock we calls Littl e Sure Shot, Boy I{ighflyer, and he's a dandy fro m wayback, as yer will know when I tells yer thet because I wouldn't see him imposed upon onct, he h eard I was in danger o' being corralled by Comanches, having come up here on a hunt, and he lit out alone ter come ter my rescue, and did jist half an hour afore you did as much fer us agai., '. "Notti yer knows sir, and I tell yer it are our honor and delight ter know Buffalo Bill, whose record we have down fine." "You flatter me, for I am no more than hundreds of men in this wild land. "But you appear to be suffering, my young friend." "The fall I got shook me up sir; but I don't think any bones are broken, though I feel as though I'd been kicked out of camp." Buffalo Bill smiled at the simile of the boy, and replied: "We will camp as soon as we find those Comanches give up the chase, and then we'll see how much you are hurt. "But aren't you rather young to be out in this cou .ntry ?" "I'm not old, sir; but I manage to get along." "You bet he does, and he desarves ther name they give !. him in San Gabriel of ther young highfl ye r, fer he tak e keer o' him se lf among 'em all. ''But th e r Injins is going to give us a chase. "Yes, it comes hard for them to give us up. I'll halt behind th ese rocks there and g ive them another surprise, while you continue on, and I guess th e n they'll let us alone," said Buffalo Bill. To give an idea that they were all in rapid flight, Buffalo Bill rode ahead of the black, thus presenting a s ingl e file view to th e Indians. As they approached the rocks he suddenly slipped off of his hor se and let him halt where he would be concealed from th e view of the pursuers. The black, with Diablo Dick and Little Sure Shot, swept on. "They won't foller us no furthe r than those r ocks,'' said Diablo Dick. "No, not after they strike a snag again. Well, I'll be willing, for I'm about used up," was the highflyer's response. As they rod e o n Diablo Dick kept his face turned and his eyes watching the Indians and the concealed scout. On came the Indians not once noticing that one of the horses had slipped out, that they were not still running in Indian file, and that a deadly foe lay in wait for them. Suddenly Diablo Dick called out : "Now they'll catch it, boy pard ''Hark! Jist listen ter thet rifle!" "Oh don't it make sweet music, and the shots tellno, as I live, the scout is shooting the ponies, not the braves." Can it not be that he misses the braves?" "No, Sure Shot, that man don't miss nothin' he aims ter kill-he's shootin' ther ponies "And why?" 'Cause he's merciful. He's got a big heart in him like every brave man should hev, and h e won't take hu man life, if it is Injins, when he kin stop ther chase by shootin' ther ponies . "Yes, it must be as you say, for he has not killed a brave this time," said Sure Shot. "No, and h e 's coming on now at a run fer ther Injins has halted, and you bet they won't face thet rifle no more on this hunt." And on kept the black, little feeling the weight he car ried, while the horse of Diablo Dick brought Buffalo Bill rapidly on until he came up with them and called out: "They will not pursue us any farther, and we will soon find a camping place and look to your hurts, boy pard.'1

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. CHAPTER XIV. TO B E A S ECRET. Aft e r go in g a coupl e of miles farther o n their wa y they ca m e t o a s mall strea m wi t h a fringe o f timb e r upon it, and h e r e a h a lt w a s m a de. They c o uld see the Indi a ns s hould th ey follow, for all of half a mil e d i stant, s o wo uld ha ve time t o s addle up and mov e o n. But th e red s kins, if th ey h a d intend e d to follow, had s ho w n n o in dica ti o n of d o ing so. The two h o r ses w e re first l oo k e d to, bridles and s ad dles.-e in g t a k e n off, after which the y were stak e d out to feed, for grass w as ple ntiful. The n B uff alo Bill turned hi s attenti o n to Littl e Sure Sh o t, while D i ablo Di c k s e t to work to cook brea kfast. With a skill born o f experi e nce in just s uch work, Buf fal o Bill placed the youth flat on a blanket and began to ex a mine him from head to foo t for brok e n bones. To his joy he found non e and that the boy suffered \ only from his s e v e r e fall and brui s es. T11 e se w e r e bath e d in ? mica, and a s bre akfa s t wa s r ea d y th e three at e with a r elis h the youth stating that his app e tite had not b e en affe c t e d by hi s injuries. 1 Li g hti n g hi s pipe, B uffalo Bill set out on foot to a ri s e a qu a rter of a mile away to r eco nnoit e r. The tw o pards wer e watching him clos e ly, and saw that he cr e pt up th e rise and did n o t reveal himself to any Indi a ns that mi g ht be in vie w from his p o sition. But the scout did not remain over a minute upon the rise, but s tarted back at a run for the camp. "He s ee s trouble ah e ad," cried Diablo Dick, and he in st a ntly ran to saddl e up the h o rses, whii'e Little Sure Shot gathered the camp outfit and had all ready by the tii11e the scout came up at a run. "\V e are betwe e n three bands of redskins, counting those who pursue d us. "You and the boy must m ount your horses, Diablo Dick, and follow down the b e d of the stream, and y ou can escape th e m and b e well on your way to"San Gabri el. I will fr e shen up the fire remain here and let the red skins prepare to surround me, so it will take time and give you a go o d chance to escape. "And leave you alone? That ain t our style," said Diablo Dick. "I was al o n e when you found me; but I appreciate your g o od intention, pards. But y o u have but on e hor s e between you and he is not over fre s h, and th e boy is r e ally suffering from his fall. "You mu s t do as I t ell you." "But you risk almost certain death by staying here sir." "No, my lad for you see tho s e two ravines yon der? "They are over a quarter of a mile apart, deep, and cannot be \ cro s s e d b y th e India ns who will not look for us to escape toward their country. "I will ride right betw e en them, and should they crowd me, my repeating rifle will have something to say." "You b e t it will. d o n t do as yer done afore, and kill dumb brutes inst ea d of human, said Diablo Dick. ''I hate in d e ed, to kill a horse, but it must be his life if I can acc o mpli s h the same without shooting his rider. "Now, are you ready?" "'vVe is, fer I sp o se we has ter mind yer." "Yes. ./ e do what you tell us, but under protest," Little Sure Shot said. "It is the safe way for all of us, for I saw no less than four hundred mount e d warriors. "Go the way I t ell you and you can easily escape, and lose no time in h a stening to San Gabriel and placing the whole settlement on guard against an attack by a large force of Indians. And one thing more!' "Yes, sir!' "Do not speak of having s e en me, or. of any part I have taken in y our escape, for I shall expect this of you, y e s hold y ou to it. "I'll do as you says, pard, fer I guesses you has yer r e asons "As I will sir; but I hate to have you not get the credit you rleserv e." "Never mind m e boy pard, only do as I say, for it is a secr t t, my b e ing h e re, I do not wish known. "No w go and luck to you "I will remain here and the redskins believe we are all here in a tra p for they can t see my horse." The y outh and Di a blo Dick grasped the hand of the scout in farewell th e former mounted in the saddle, the l atte r l e ap e d b e hind him and the horse was ridden into the s hall o w stre am and the start was made. A s th e y got half a mile down the stream Diablo Dick looked back and said : "He' s still there, and has built a fire to fool ther reds. I onl y hop e s he don t t a ke too big chances, for his stayin' has saved our lives, Little Sure Shot." "And I won t forget it either." "Nor me, too." / CHAPTER XV. WHAT DIABLO DICK SAW. Following along the stream the banks kept them from b e ing s e en should any r e d s kin be off a short distance on the pla in while here and there were fringes of timber that conc eale d them. A mile was g one over, for the stream was shallow and the wading easy for the horse, while, finding that he cquld

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES do so, Di:iblo Dick had relieved the animal of his weight and walked along the shore. Thus another mile was passed, and the two pards felt that they had passed out between the Indian bands and were safe. They had qm1e, too, toward San Gabriel, and having reached a growth of heavy timber, they left the stream and rode rapidly toward a range a mile away. Here a halt was made, and Diablo Dick climbed to the top of the ridge and had a view of the plain for miles around him. He saw that th e scout had not exaggerated the num ber of redskins, for he could see all of five hundred in sight. And they were stretched out in a vast circle, com pletely surrounding the clump of timber on the stream where had been their camp. This spot he could readily pick out by the smoke curling up above the trees The nearest Indians to where they had halted were all of two miles away, and the circle was slowly narrowing toward the little camp. The Comanches did not intend there should be any mistake, for they would all close in upon tbe timber vYhere they believed their three paleface foes to be. "Little Sure Shot!" ''Ay, ay, Dick." "Tht"re's about half a thousand of 'em." "And the scout?" "Is in the timber where we left him." "He can get out?"' "No, he can"t, for, contrary to his views. these reels has .iist completely surrounded the camp and is closing in on it." "My God! then he is doomed, Diablo Dick." "It looks about that wc.y." "And we can do nothing." "Yes, we can." "What?" "We kin jist push ther breeze fer San Gabriel and warn the settlement that ther Comanches is out fer scalps. and they won't be long behind us in gittin" thar, and thet's ther reason they hes b e en so keerful ter take in thet camp whar they believes we all is." "But where they will only find the scout?" ''Yes." "I feel ashamed for left him there "As I does "What are they doing now. Dick ?'" "Closing in on ther camp. They"ll charge in a minute or two, and then rn come clown and we'll git in great style." "A moment after Diablo Dick called out: "They is chargm' l" .. I can hear them.'" ''They has got inter ther timber, and jist hear ther shots cracking. It's all up now with th'er scout,., and as the firing and yelling ceased Diablo Dick hastily ran clown the steep ridge, calling to Little Sure Shot to mount as he did so, for the boy had also dismounted to save the horse his weight while still. Leaping up behind the youth, Diablo Dick cried: )Jow set him a steady lope, boy pard, and he s got ter stick to it fer many a long mile, fer ther settlement must be warned, and our halting has delayed us fer an hour, and ther reels might push us hard ., The splendid horse. was kept at a steady lope mile after mile, Diablo Dick leaping off in ascending and descending hills and when the trail was rough. thus re l ieving the ani mal of his weight, for it was now that it was beginning to tell. As night was corning on Diablo Dick said: '"Highftyer !'" "'\1 \ ell ?" "'Thar's but one thing ter be clone, and you has got ter ride on alone leavin me ter faller on foot, fer thcr horse can "t stand double no longer, and I tell yer San Gabriel has got ter be warned .. CHAPTER XVI. THE HIGHFLYER'S WARNI:\'G. "vVe deserted the scout, and now you expect me to desert you,., was Little Sure Shot"s indignant answer to the words of Diablo Dick, telling him to go on and warn San Gabriel. See here. boy pa rel, this hain "t no time fer talk. "Thar is ther settlement ter warn, -an' many a man \Vill die unless yer does as I says. "It's a good long fifteen mile ter San Gabriel, and tlier horse won't any more than git you thar, and in none too much time, for riders has ter go out and warn ther ranches and ther miners o ther clanger. 'I is good on foot, and I'll come along behind, and git there afore dawn." You go on, and let me walk ... "\\' hy, yer kin hardly sit in thcr saddle now, so don "t talk foolish. I'll take ycr gun and all extra traps. ter reliev'e ther horse of all weight, and then pus h him. if yer has tcr break his noble heart." Little Sure Shot saw that Diablo Dick was right, arid he knew that he must go, and five minutes later was loping away on the trail, leaving the man to follow, and pretty well loaded clown with what he had made it his duty to carry to save the horse upon which so much depended. 'And they call that man a terror, a clesperaclo, a tough.

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16 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "Why, he has a heart that is tender and noble, whatever they may say of him. "I hate to leave him, and yet it is just what I must do to warn the settlement, for that large force of Indians here surely means nothing more than an attack on San Gabriel, and they'll strike at dawn, beyond a doubt. "That scout's death worries me, for I can't get over it. "Maybe, though, they took him alive, and so th e re is a chance for him to escape, for I have heard that his es capes from death have been wonderful. "Come, old horse, the sun is setting, and you've got a dozen miles before you yet and the young highfiyer kept his horse at a steady gallop, tired though he was, while, as he rode, he continued to muse about his having left Diablo Dick behind, and of the fate he feared had befallen Buffalo Bill. At last the lights of San Gabriel came into view, and none too soon, for the noble horse was barely kept on his feet. "Rally at the Win and Lose pards, for the Comanches are coming in force," cried Little Sure Shot, as he pass e d the different cabins along the trail, and his words at once gave warning of danger and set the men to preparing for the threatened attack. Just as he drew up at the door of the Win and Lose, the utterly worn out horse toppled forward, and the youth's agility barely saved him from another heavy fall. As he entered the saloon a wild yell went ttp from the crowd, over a hundred in number, and Tom Totten shouted: "The highfiyer's back, Foster and you win the purse." "Not yet, for where is Diablo Dick?" yelled a voice. "Yes; ther game was thet they both was ter git back." "That's it! Ther highfiyer were ter save Diablo Dick." "Yes; no save, no money." "Have it your own way, for I'll bet you the highfiyer ,aved Diablo Dick," came in the calm voice of Fred Fos ter, and a shout arose from those who were hoping for another chance to win, or a least saving their money by the bet being declared off. "Silence, all! "I have news for you." The voice of the young highflyer rang clear as a trumpet, and every eye was upon him as he called out: "I wish to tell you all that half a thousand Comanches are riding on San Gabriel now, to attack at daylight, or all signs fail." These words created a sensation at ohce, but the Stranger Sport commanded silence, and asked : "'Where are you just from, Highfl yer ?" "I left the Blue Water Valley at dawn this morning was corralled by redskins, but got away, and came on to give warning that five hundred mounted braves are on Reel Bank Creek, just before noon to-day, and that means an attack on San Gabriel, if I see right." "It does, indeed." "But did you ride from Blue Water River clown?" asked Tom Totten. "I did, and fear I have killed Diablo Dicks horse in doing so, for part of the way he carried double weight." "\\T here is Diablo Dick?" was shouted in half a hundred voices. "He's coming all right," and the highfiyer was as tounded at the shouts his reply occasioned, for he knew no t hing of the bets placed upon the life of the desperado and his own. .::HAFTER XVII. READY FOR THE FOE. The hightlyer gazed about him in astonishment at the wild cries of those who were glad that Fred Foster had won the purse, v.-ith the young miner pard whose game he had taken off of his hands. As several days p a ssed, and nothing had been heard of either the young highfiyer or Diablo Dick, many began to feel certain that both had been killed by the redskins. \i\There it was looked upon as a go o d thing for the com munity in the case of Diablo Dick, many regretted that the youth should meet such a fate. As time went on, other bets were offered that both the highfiyer and Diablo Dick were dead, and whatever his motive for doing so, Fred Foster took all bets promptly that the boy would return in safety, and bring the des perado with him or what the fate of the latter had been. Several bets had just been offered and taken when Little Sure Shot appeared in the \Vin and Lose saloon. He was very pale, his face was scratched and bruised, and he had a haggard look, while he looked as though he was suffering. But there he was, and his words gave warning of a terrible danger, for all knew what a surprise of the Co manches would mean. "Boy pard, I'll explain to you," cried Tom Totten, and added: "And then we must get down to business if you bring true news, and I'll wagfir high that you do." "I saw five hundred braves just before noon, or, rather, Diablo Dick did for he was with me, and where else can they be coming except here ?" answered the boy, still mystified at the reception he had received. "You see, Hightlyer, all knew Diablo Dick had gone off on one of his lone hunts into the Indian country, and a cowboy in from 'El Dorado Ranch arid told how he

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. I"' I had seen him, and Comanches watching his trail, and that set you off to warn him, and put the boys to betting upon your saving him or getting back yourself, and Fred Fos ter h ere took all bets, and in your favor, so he wins, as soon as Diablo Dick shows up. "Which will be before morning; but you better be warn i1;g the ranches and mining camps, say I, instead of talk ing about bets, hotly said the boy. "vVhy, a dozen men started on that duty as soon as they heard your first words, and we"ll be ready never fear, as redskins
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/ / 18 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "I'll do it, and you b e t we has got ter be ready f e r 'em, fer they is coming for scalps, cap 'n," and, selecting his men, h alf a score in number. Diablo Dick rode off on the important duty to which h e was assigned. while one and all among those who hated and f eared him most, were glad that he had been sent on that very service, as they knew that there was no better man for the work in San Gabriel. l vVhen he had Diablo Dick b etwee n the settlement and the Comanches, Fred Foster also felt reliev e d, for. what ever the faults of the de sperado h e was a h ero in battle, as h e had proven time and again. and that h e had b ee n found corraled by Indians by Little Sure Shot was pro o f that one of the charges at l east against him, that he was a ren egade to his race was false. Fred Foster h ad appointed as his aides Tom Totten, Pete Pomeroy and l\"ick Nibbins, and Little Sure Shot. when he s h ou ld be needed, for all had seen the hi ghflye r sadly n eeded rest. The Stranger Spo rt had also o rdered that no rpore liqu or should be sold to th e men. as there \\ere many \Yho would seek to tone up on ru m courage and then become unruly, and the best m e n had at once s id e d with th e ir l eader in this. I say, Captain Foster, I am going to turn OYC.r to you the bets you hav e won, so if I get killed you 'll have your own, as it can be p]aced with your ot h e r b oo dle in mv strot'lg box," said Tom Totten, coming forward "If you wish, Totten, and the re is no o n e to say the bets have not been fairly won.'' r e p lie d Foster. 1 There were some present who had b e t a nd l os t, and who would have been g l ad t o ha ve sti ll foug ht against Totten giving over the money, but they knew that public opi ni o n was against them, and in San Gabrie l that meant a great deal, so th ey wisely remained silen t. Foster took the mon ey, and, calling Pete Pomeroy to him, said: "Totten, in case of my death, all my winnings to-night are to b e g i ven t o Pete Pomeroy h e re. and what e l se you hold of m in e will helong to that boy, Little Sure S h ot, for I will it so, and h e and Pomeroy are to do as papers with my belongings direct th em to do." "I unde r stand, s ir and will put all now in your locker in th e strong box," said Tom Totten. adding: "Then, in case I s h o uld fail you will get yqur own, as th ey will, s h o uld you die . "But, Mr. Foster, I have no claim on you. sir," cri ed the surprised ) o un g miner. ''I g iv e you the claim o f carrying out my wishes, should I be killed; but who is that rapid rider that is coming?" and Freel Foster turned t o greet a horseman who was dashing up t o the inn at a full run, as though he b ore important new1:. CHAPTER XIX. THE YOUNG SCOUT. Certainly a s uff ere r for n ee d of re st and from his brn i ses received through his fall, Little Sure Shot left l'red Foster to go to his ow n quarters and retire until his services were n eeded. He got a good supper from the Chinese cook of the inn, and then started for his room But h e did n o t re ac h the re. Something flas h ed th ro u g h his mind that caused him to branch off toward th e corral where th e horses in use w ere k e pt. lle had th e r e another good hor se a saddle and bridle. So to the corral h e went, and Cowboy Charlie, who had charge of th e animals th e re, at the boy's r e quest, caught his h orse and saddle d and bridled him for him. "I heercl yer was hunted, Highflyer, and rid hard ter bring in ther news o' t h e r coming Comanches, and I thinks yer should rest, not go riding out n ow in ther night," said Cowboy C h arlie "I realh need C harlie, but then I think it would lo ok mean for me to go to sleep and l e t others work, though I don't f ee l ve r y live l y "You see Diablo Dick i s not here, and tnay be over taken by the Coma n c he s, o n foot, as h e i s, and I want to find ou t just where th e reels are, and I guess I will." With this exp lanati o n of his int en tion, Little Sure Shot took th e trail from the corral,' and which he knev\' would bring him into the one on which Diablo Dick was approaching, and at several miles distant fr on 1 San Gabriel. "I don t kn ow jus t whether that fellow N'ibs went after Diablo Dick, or would go much farthe r than the la s t cabins i f he d id. ''He i sn't over plucky, and h e don't jus t love Dick, as I happen to know, so would let him get caught and take money for going all th e same ''Ko, I must find Diablo Dick myself, and then he can have a lift behind me back to the set tlem ent, whi l e we will also try to find out just wh e r e th e r eds are, and when they are going t o strike San Gabriel, for it would be just lik e th em to flank us, and th e n swee p over u s ." \i\' hether it was that forgot i!l will toward Diablo Dick in the chance to get Little Sure Shot's money for going after him, o r h e was afraid to be alone on the trail, h e ce rtainly rode very rapi d ly and went a short d i s t ance beyond the last cabin Then he h alted, and whatever hi s int entio n was he sacldenly h eard a call on the trail ahead, and, to his great re lief, not in the Comanche tongue. He r ecognized the voice, too, and called out : "Ho, Pare! Diablo Dick I am l ooking for you, for the boy high ftyer sent me after you."

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/ THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. I Diablo Dick had come along at a very fast pace for a man on foot, and though he had seen Nibs at a halt, he did not care then to accuse him of an intention to go no farther, as he had a horse for him to ride, and he was very tired. So he grabbed the rein of the led horse, and said : "Ther boy got in, then ?" "Yes, and Fred Foster was made cap'n, and we are all read y to fight the Comanches." "Good!" "It will be no s urprise then?" "Did ther kid pay you for coming after me?" "Yes," was the reluctant reply of Nibs. "He said he would." "vVell, he won't, for I do the payin'." "Now let us ride fer it!" Leading the way, Diablo Dick pressed rapi dly o n toward San Gabriel, and thus he passed the trail which the highfl ye r was then on coming from the corral, before it came out into the main one As it was night, and he could not see the fresh trails, the young rescuer continued on, riding rapidly for several miles. As he drew rein in ascending a ridge, h e b ega n to feel anxious about Diablo Dick, and, kn owing that the Co manches, if advancing, would have scouts well ahead, and he must be cautious, he decided to reconnoiter well be fore pu s hing on, as h e was liable to run upo n a red foe at any moment. Ascending to the top of th e rid ge, he looked over, for he knew that a barren plain Jay beyond and was a couple of miles across. Hardly had he look ed down upon the plain when his ears h ea rd the so und of hoofs approaching. Could it b e that Diablo Dick had in some way gotten a mount, he wondered. Nearer drew the sound, and the young highflyer brought his rifle around to meet friend or foe. The ring of the hoofs told him that they were iron-sh od It was not an Indian scout, then, upon his pony, he felt sure. I Nearer still came the sound, and then in the darkness down the slope came the shadowy form of a horse and rider. CHAPTER XX. "IT IS BUFFALO BILL." Knowing that the country in that direction toward the lands of the Comanches had neither miners nor ranches, and that few from San Gabriel ever ventured out on that trail, and certainly would not be likely to be out on that night, Little Sure Shot coud only regard the coming / hor se man as either Diablo Dick, who had in some way se cured a mount, or as a redskin scout who was riding a shod horse. But there came the horseman up the trail crossing the rid ge, and soon he would have him at his mercy_ Nearer and nearer he and the boy stood with his rifl e ready, a small p i ne s h e ltering him, and his eyes riv eted upon the horseman, now within easy revolver range. "It is no Indian," muttered the highflyer. The n he added : "He is riding in a hurry. "He must be Diablo Dick-no---'.-it is Buffalo Bill." The last words were uttered aloud. The hors e man came to a quick halt, and his stern voice ask ed: ''Who calls Buffalo Bill?" I do, sir. I am Little Sure Shot," and the boy stepped out from the s h e lter of the tree. "Ah, my boy pard if yo u have gotten no farther than this, I fear th e settlement of San Gabriel is doomed," sadly said the scout. "But I have go tten farther, sir; I have been to San Gabde l and th e whole settlement is under arms." "Thank God for that "The Comanches are in much larger force than I sup po ssed, and are flanking the settlement, to strike the ranch es fir s t and sweep eve rything before them to their villages, killing and burning as they go." I h a d h a lf feared th at, sir." "Dut what are you d o ing here, lad?" "Looking fol' my pard; Diablo Dick. "Have you seen him, sir?" "No." "v\ihat has become of him? The hi g h flyer told of their escape, and his going on ahead, when Diablo Dick disc ove red the Indians were over five hundred s tron g "Th ey are more th a n that, boy pard. "But it was wise in Diablo Dick to send you on ahead. I have seen nothing of him and he, being on foot, would have seen and known me, if I had passed him. I think he is a man who can t,ilke care of himself, and now you must ride back at full speed to San Gabriel." "Yes, sir; but you?" "I will not go, now I have met you, for I do not wish to be seen or known there, and you must again keep it secret as to having seen me." "I will, sir; but if you don t go, you will have a lookout for Diablo Dick ?" "I have to return now for a most important duty, for those Indians may be beaten off from San Gabrielt but

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20 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. they will strike for the San Lucia settlement, I f eel sure, and do a world of damage there. "I cannot warn the s e ttl e ment, but I can me e t the Co manches with a force of soldiers who are awaiting a buglc call for me to s trike a blow.' "You are a wonderful man, Ruffalo Bill, and I f e lt a certain awe of you as you came up, I was so sure you were dead." "Why so, my lad?" "We-Diablo Dick and myself-saw the Comanches compl e tely surround your camp and charge in up o n it, so supposed you had been killed. "No; I built that fire to fool them, and left the camp by one of those gullies, getting out before they began their surround. "I have be e n watching them ever since, until I discov ered their intention was to flank San Gabriel, and then I started off on the trail to inform the people, though I did not care to be seen there, and am very glad I met you. "Now, don't spare your horse, and tell your l eader that the Comanches have gone down the Bad Lands Val ley, and \vill flank the range and strike the ranches about dawn, pushing through San Gabriel and out this trail toward their country again." "I'll do it, sir." "And remember, do not t ell how you got your informa tion." "No, sir; but won't I see you again some time?" "Yes, we will meet ag ain, but do not recognize me until I do you." "Good-night, and don't spare your spurs, for the men meet the Comanches before they strike the ranches." With this Buffalo Bill wheeled and rode back clown the slope, while Little Sure Shot was off like an arrow from its bow on his mission. He had gone about a couple of miles, when suddenly in the darkness rang out the stern command: "Halt, there, and tell who you are. "'vVe have you covered!" CHAPTER XXL THE HIGHFLYER IN TDIE. "I know you, Diablo Dick." Such was the answer of Little Sure Shot, as he reined his horse to a halt in obedience to the thre atening com mand. He had been startled for an in s tant, and vis ions of death and disast e r to the San Gabri e l settlem e nt flas hed through his mind, should he be killed or captur e d by road agents or other outlaws. But ere Diablo Dick had sp o k e n half a dozen won!s the boy knew his voice, and he gave a sigh of relief as he answered the man sharply. "And I should know that voice, for it should belong to the young highfiyer, only he's certainly in his room at the inn." o, I am not, for I am right here on the trail, and I've got news, too: "Bless ther kid fer a dandy. ''Dut how in thunder did you git herr. r and Diablo Dick walked up to the boy's horse. "Why, I dicln 't go to bed that was all and concluded to look you up, as I was not so dead sure of Nibs. "I missed you some way, and I was just riding back to San Gabriel with news of the greatest importance, Dick." "Well, Nibs did pick me up, and Fred Foster, who is captain, and they could not have made a better one, sent me out with the picked men on a scent, and we heerd you comin', and laid fer yer. "But whar has you been, kid, and what's yer news?" "I have been quite a distance, and I have found out that the redskins are nearly a thousand mounted warriors, but have gone clown the Bad Lands Valley, to round up the ranches and just sweep over San Gabriel, unless we check them before they strike." ''This is indeed news, Little Sure Shot," said Diablo Dick, seriously, and he then asked, in a low tone: "Where did you get it?" "From the man we both thought had been killed," came the whispered response. "Buffalo Bill?" "Yes." "How did he escape?" "Jus t saw the trap, and left it before the Indians sprung it." "We ll, where did you see him?" "Back on the trail a couple of mil e s and he was coming to warn San Gabriel, but he told me to do so, and, as be fore, he said his presence here must not be known." "All right, it shall be so." "And he'll be around somewhere with soldiers, if the redskins are too much for us; but, of course, I cannot report this after his request." "No. "But do you now push the breeze, with all speed, to let Cap'n Foster know, and tell him I'll leave three men here to guard the trail and repmt to him if the reels change their minds, or attack from both directions." "Yes, and you?" "I'll push down the range with the rest of my to be down among the ranches when Foster and his men get there; and it will be well if he can reach the Hacienda
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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 21 "Yes, and I will guide then1 there by a cut in the range which I know well, and will save severa l miles. '' I'm off," and with this Little Sure Shot went off like the wind, while Diablo Dick said to his pards: ''Now, that kid is a wonder. fer I know he ha s ridden four hundr ed miles in the last four days. has fought Injuns, and killed several, has bed his h orse shot under him, and been badly hurt to boot, and yet here he is to-night as chipper as a bird and hardly ab l e to sit in his saddle." The men agreed with Diablo Dick in all that he sa id o f the youth, who was riding at breakneck speed t oward San Gabriel, for he knew well that moments were precious then. On, on he went, risking his neck by going over rugged land her e and there at the same speed, until at last he swept by the first cabins of the settlement. and then on up the ridge to where lo omed up the old mission and where Fred Foster had established his h eadq uarters. It was Little Sure Shofs rnpid coming that had at tract ed the _'. ... .!!ntion of Foster and the others, and, fearing a courier with bad n ews, he stepped forward to greet him as he sprang from his horse. As the light of the saloon fell foll upon the boy, Fred Foster, in utt e r amazement, recognized the boy whom he then b e lieved fast asleep in the Old 1'fansion Inn. "Why, Little Sure Shot!" "Yes, sir." "Where on earth did you come from?" I "Off on the trail, si r, and I've got news for you." The boy then ha s til y told the story of his discovery, but did not tell how he had found out th e change in the In dians' plans, and one and all cried : "Bravo for the little highflyer "If he hadn t brought in the news, we'd have been caught napping after all." CHAPTER XXII. AT THE OLD HACIENDA. It took very littl e time for Fred Foster to decide to change his front, and go with hi s men to the new point of attack . He believed all that the boy hi g hflyer r epo rt ed to him, even to the number of Indians being larger than had been first supposed. Though amazed at the ind omitab l e nerve and endur ance of th e boy, h e had no time to talk ab out it then, but at, once accepted his services to guide the men through the nearer cut to th e deserted hacienda. which Diablo Dick had named as the best place to give to the Indians. He knew that no one in the settlement, unl ess it was Diablo Dick, knew the whole country about better than did the boy, and not a soul offered an objection to Highflyer going as the guide. l\Iounted up on a fresh horse, t11e youth rode to the front as soo n as Fred Foster had mounted and his men were collecting about him. Half a hundred men were left at the inn to defend it if the Indians sent a force that way, and; strongly built as a fort, there was no clanger of its being captured without a long and hard fight. Through the timber along the range, through canyons a nd over ridg es, the boy guide led the men, never once at fault, in spite of the midnight darkness. . At len gth they came out of .the range into the bright starlight of early dawn, and there sat Diablo Dick await ing them. "\i\T ell done. kid. if yo u guided 'em through," he said, with evident pride in the young guide's achievement, and then to F red Foster he continued: "My men are on the watch, sir, and the Hacienda de! JVIuerte is the place to strike the Comanches, and thar is room eno ugh for all of u s to hid e and to give 'e m a sur prise. 'Onc e the y pass the haci enda, the ranches is all before them to raid, and all the damage they wishes in the val l ey "Lead on to the hacienda. Diablo Dick for there we must them, and they will not be long in coming." 'No, Mr. Foster, they think they will surprise the set tlement, and will try to strike the first ranch just at dawn," said the highflyer, and his opinion was worth a great deal among these men. The old hacienda was reached. the horses were con cealed within the walled plaza, and the men, dismounted. took up a position where they could deliver a volley of three hundred rifles, then mount and charge with their re volvers in hand , and if the Comanches walked into the trap, great would be the slaughter and most demoralizing their surprise. Hardly had the man gotten into position, when a low, rumbling sound fell upon every ear. It sounded like distant thunder, but all knew it to be the sound of hundreds of hoofs. Louder and louder came the sound, and soon, out of the darknes s of the valley, climbing the hill, many abreast now, as they were preparing to clash upon the nearest ranch, not far away, came the dark forms of ponies and ride rs. The gray of dawn was lighting up the scene, and the Indian horsemen were within a hundred yards of the long crumbling wall of the old hacienda, when the stern, clear voice of Freel Foster cried: R eady all! "Fire!" Three hundred rifles flashed within the space of twenty seconds. Three hundred leadep bullets went tearing into human and brute fles h and horses and ponies went down by the score. The flashes of the many rifles had lighted up the scene and revealed to the redskins the trap they had run upon. It also revealed to th e whites a larg e force of horsem e n coming on out of th e valley. larger by far that1 they had supposed, and Fred Foster felt that he must not send his men out into the open to charge against such odds.

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22 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. He would hold the hacienda, for it was the key to the vall ey beyond, and the Comanches could be forced back, he h o ped, and n o t gain the valley and the ranches. Once past the hacienda, and the ranches would be at their mercy, and large herds of fine horses and cattle would be driven b efo re them up the range, through the settlement of San Gabriel, and all would be destruction and death. "Load your rifl es, m e n, and fight from where you are. "1 will h old fifty mounted men to beat back with their revolvers any force of redskins that may attempt to pass us. "Diablo Dick, you will command the mounted men. "Are you ready? "Fire!" And the gallant leader gave his orders with the utmost coolness, and the rifles rattled incessantly, the bullets tearin g into the mas s of crowded Comanches, who were momentarily stunned by the blow dealt them. CHAPTER XXIII. BUFFALO BILL TO THE RESCUE. In spite of now beholding the numbers against them in the full glare of day double what they had expected, and seeing that the redskins did not fall back, but steadily held their ground, the men of San Gabriel had come to feel that the first vict c ry was with them, that they had dealt their foes a severe blow, and they had full confi dence in the skill and nerve of their leader, Fred Foster. But the behavior of the re.dskins showed to the exp e ri enced eyes of the young highflyer, who certainly under stood Indian nature and actions thoroughly, that they did not intend to retreat and he said, quickly: "Mr. Foster, those redskins have got still another force near, for they have sent couriers off to bring them up, and it is well we took possession of this old hacienda, for there are enough of them to have eaten us up, though it might have been a tough meal for them, I admit." "It was Diablo Dick who brought us here you know, Little Sure Shot-where is he?" "Here, cap'n, I 'v e been taking in them reds." "And what do you make of them, Diablo Dick?" asked FosJ&r. "We don't see all of them, sir, for they have another lot somewhere, and have runners fer them. "They bain't far awa y, nuth e r, and I guess was goin' ter round up ther valley by another trail, only they 'll all come this way now, as they has seen they didn't surprise nobody, and we is ready fer them." "It is due to you and this gallant boy that San Gabriel was not surprised ," said Fred Foster, and he added: "And had we been, not a soul in this valley would have esq1ped massacre." Diablo Dick and the highflyer looked at each other. Each felt that the one who really deserved the praise was Buffalo Bill, who had silenced them. Of him they could not speak, and yet each of the two felt that he had been watching the Indians when he had come to their rescue, and would have quickly informed San Gabriel of its threatened danger. The boy was aware that Buffalo Bill knew of a military force near, and was its guide, while he had then gone to take the soldiers to a spot where they could protect the settlement of San Lucia, and strike the Indians a severe blow upon their retreat. At least such the scout had told Highflyer, it will be recalled, as his intention. The young miner Pete Pomeroy stood near Fred Fos ter, and he had a coo l ahd very level h ea d, and he made an excellent s tandby in the time of ne ed, while he was glad to do all in his power for the man who had befriended him by saving his money, and at the same time making him his partner in the games that had w o n so large a sum. In fact, he believed that Fred Foster had saved his life, and he had since been told that the card sharp had in tended to kill him. As Fred Foster thus stood with the three near him upon whom he could wholly depend, there came into sight in the distance a large band of mounted braves, riding at a full gallop to join their comrades. ''That settles it-it's a case of siege and there are now fifteen hundred of them to fight ef there is one," said Diablo Dick. ''Yes, it looks as thou g h we had to fight for our lives instead of protecting the valley. '"Tom Totten, at the mission, will also be besieged, and the separate parties scattered here and there will have to fight big odds. .. "This is a sudden, unexpected and wonderful of the Indians, and I am surprised that so me of the scout at the fort did not discover it," said Fre d Foster, speakiA in an unmoved way, though it was evident he felt that';Q:i chances were all against them and the entire set tlement l Diablo Dick and Little Sure Shot again glanced at each other knowin g ly, when Fred Foster spoke of the scouts at the fort not disc ove ring the uprising of the Indians, but they did not betray that the chief of scouts did know, and was not then very far away. "I think there are soldiers over the San Lucia trail, Mr. Foster, and I can ride there in search of them if you wish said Little Sure Shot. Fred Foster turned quickly toward him, and said: "If you know where th e re are any soldiers, go and get them, if you are able to make the ride." "I can make ride all right, sir-see, they are moying to the attack." "Yes, they a;e coming. "Ready all, men, and fire with deadly aim and coolness. "Do not waste a shot. "Don't d e lay a moment, Highflyer, but be off," said Foster. Little Sure Shot started toward his horse, when sud denly the voice of Diablo Dick caused him to quickly come to a standstill. Hold, boy p a rd "There comes a friend in need, and there are Boys in Blue back of him! : All looked in the direction indicated by Diablo Dick and b e held a sin gle horseman da s hing along a distant range, and just corning out of some heavy timber with a large party of soldi ers "It is Buffalo Bill," cried the boy, springing to the side of Diablo Dick, and speaking in a hoarse whisper. "You bet it i s," was the low response.

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. CHAPTER XXIV. THE HIDDEN HAND. Buffalo Bill was there. A friend in the time of need. Though believed by Little Sure S hot to be twenty o r more miles away on the San Lucia trail, h e sudden ly ap peared hal f a mile in the rear of the Indian army. Niountecl up on his splendid black horse, which had served Diablo Dick and the highftyer so well the day before. h e \\as riding at a nm, upright in hi s sadd le, a re vo lver in his h and, a splendid picture of a warrior tried and true goin g into battle. Behind him a couple of hundred ya rd s, emergin g from the h eavy timber Oil the range. came a force of severa l hundred caYalry. \\hile unlimbrring on the hill and going into action were four pieces of light artillery. while back among the trees other soldiers were also seen moving to the front. Not until the \Yild yell of the men in the hacienda did the Indi ans suspect the presence of a foe on their flank, almost in their rear! Then, as they were moving slow ly, their ponies in a walk, in one solid mass upon rhe h acienda. surpri sed at the sho ut s of thei r foes. so full of j oy, they turned to discove r that their game was blocked. that they must fight hare\ for life. the thrill of amazement and dread ran through them, the four brass six-pounders Hashed together. the deep roar echoing and re-echoing. through the mountains. and Buffalo B ill 's s h ells burst right in the crowded colupms of red lnun an itv. Again th e g tin s spoke a nd this time g rap e and cannister was fired and tore through the ranks of horses and braves. Again spoke the g uns. agai n with shells, and while the ech oing of the bursting iron was still heard. there came into line a couple of hundred of mounted infantry, and volley after volley was pou r ed up o n the braves, now b a t tling to br eak past the hacienda and Hy for t h eir retreats. spreading death and destru ctio n as th ey went. Recoiling under the deadly fire of the men in t h e haci e nda. the were forced to turn back and retreat as they had c ome. the on ly course left open to them, unl ess they swept still far t h e r away from their homes. So back thro u g h th e valley they surged, making a hot fight of it and a determined sta nd to carry off t h e ir dead a nd wounded. But out of the hacienda r allied the men of San Gab ri e l led by Fred Foster a nd with Diablo Dick. Little Sure Shot and Pete Pomeroy close by his side, while the artil l e r y again opened from the hill a nd B uff a l o B ill was seen guiding the caval r y int o position to make a charge. With wild veils. the men of San Gabriel rushed o u t up on what \\'a s now the rear of the Indian force, the g un s thundered death into th eir midst. the infantry poured fatal volleys up on braves and h orses, and down upo n them with a ru s h came two hundred troopers with revolvers and swords. Then it became a stampede. the dead and wounded were forgotten. and nearly fifteen hundrerl warriors "ere flying for life back throug h Bad Lands Yalley. and hotly p ursued by their victors. orders being given for the whole force of soldiers to press them hard into their very country. And the fie ld left behind them was a sad one to behold for a hundred brav es lay dead or dying th e re, twice as many ponies had falle n and both soldiers and settlers were scatte r ed about cold in death, or s uffering from severe wounds. But what h ad n ot th e r esu lt been, San Gabri e l and San Lucia sett l ements saved from t h e torch and s calpin g k ni fe and all felt that the had b een cheaply pur c h ased And but for the aid of the so ldi ers, how different the story, and Fred Foster frankl y said t o the captain left behind with his in fant ry company and se\eral s urgeons : "VVe would hav e been wiped out of ex i stence but for you, ;\ lainhall. "\\'e would never haYe gotten here but for Buffalo Bill, the chief of "Ten clays ago he re ported to the colone l that h e wartted a large force, cavalry, infantry mounted, and four gnns, for quick work in the field, and office r s and m en b l esse d him, or worse,'lior makin g us play hid e and seek about t h e mountains and never o n ce seeing an Indian. "Only ;\1ajo r Brewer, besides Buffalo Bill. knew what was up, and last n ight the scout nearly r ode us all t o death just pus hin g for San Lucia, then back over our t rail until we got h ere and found one force of four hun dred men facing nearly two thousand Indians. who were besieging yo u in that o ld hacienda. "Then \\e know what Buffa l o T.:ill had been about, why he had kept us dodging abo u t the mountains. hidin g from the Indians a nd strikin g at the prope r time. and winning a g rand Yictory. you h a v e my sto ry. Capta in Fost e r. so what are vou doing h e r e and dressed lik e a pa rso n ; for I thought you were East on a furlough, as all of u s at the fort did?'' .. I don't mind telling you now. ainhall, as my work is accomplished, a n d find me h ere in command of a band of sett l ers. r have been o n sec ret se rvic e for Buffalo Bill." ".'\.h! Buffalo Bill's Hidde n Hand?" ' CHAPTER XXV. THE SOLDIER SHADOWER. "Yes, it i s B nffal o B ill' s Hidden Hand, l\1a inhall. "But where is the chief of scouts?" asked Capta in Fred Foster for suc h w as hi s army rank. ''Gone in pursuit. of CO.!)rse. but h e t o ld me to say t o you that he would return to San Gabriel to-night to see you." ''All right. 1 will hav e news for him ." 'Jus t w h at h e h e would hav e for yo u. .. :\ow. we must make a h ospi tal of thi s o ld hacienda. and I will be glad to have your 111,en aid mine in gatnering up the wounded, Indians a n d a ll, and burying the dead." "I will, of course, r ema in h e r e with my company until t h e wounded get ab l e to be moved to th e fort. "But who is that boY t h at is wounded there?" .. An hour ago [ could not have to ld you more than that I knew him as Little Sure S h ot, the Highftyer." "But now yo u can tell me more?" "Yes, h e i s Co l one l Farrar's so n Frank."

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "My God! The boy we all believed killed by Indians ago ?" "The same boy, Mainhall." "Yes, I see the resemblance now to the handsome little fellow that I knew when he was eight years of age. ''"Where has he been all these years?" "I do not know, more than that I beli eve he has liv ed among the Indians, lived in various mining camps, has been a general rover about the frontier, and is known here as Little Sure Shot, the Highflyer, a name he certainly de serves, for he is the cleverest, coolest, most daring little imp that I ever met, and we owe to him and to Diablo Dick that San Gabriel was not surprised." "Yes, Buffalo Bill told me he had found a man and boy from San Gabriel, w hom he sent with news that the Indians were to a'ftack the settlement." "Ah! Now I see how they knew so much, but said so little." "He told them not to speak of seeing him; but where is the man?' "Diablo Dick?" "Yes, that is what Buffalo Bill said the boy called his pa rd." "Somew here about." "Don't let him escape, Foster." "Escape, why?" "Do yo u know him ?" "As a man w ho is greatl y feared in the S'fi:tlcmen t and has killed a number of men, while he wears the name of Diablo Dick, the Desperado. "But I have found him to b e a square, brave fellow, and the men whom he has killed he has shot only in diffi culties where h e did not seem to deserve censure, and they were the very wor51: char acte rs of the place, and it was a good thing to get rid of them. "Do yo u know the man, Mainhall ?" "Well, Buffalo Bill thinks that he does. "I'll leave him to tell you when he comes. "Only do not let the man Diablo Dick leave the settle ment." I will look him up and keep an eye on him for if Buf falo Bill's Hidden Hand is in this also ; I will not neglect aiding him all in my power." "Yes, he wants the man, I know. "But is the boy badly wounded?" "Fortunately, no; the bullet glanced on a rib over the breast, and is slight; but he is about used up from loss of &lood, want of rest for days, and over exertion. "'He will come around all right." "I hope so. "But you think there is no doubt of the boy's being little Frank Farrar?" ''No more than that I am Fred Foster, captain, United Stfl,tes Army. "Why, he has his mother's miniature about his n e ck, and his initials and the United States shield in india ink on his left arm, done by a sailor when the colonel was going to sea from San Francisco to New York with his wife and child." "Yes, I remember the initials, and how proud the little fellow u se d to be to show them and the shield. "Does he know who he is?" "I am inclined to believe that he does not. "When Buffalo Bill c omes we will have a talk with him, for I don t mind telling you now, Mainhall, why I came to San Gabr iel five months ago." "I should certainly like to know, Foster." "\Vell, Buffalo Bill--" "The scout's Hidde n Hand again?" "Yes, and a hand that has accomplished a world of good." "That I will affirm. "But to your story." "Buffalo Bill n eve r did b e lieve from all told him, that Captain Leffingwell, Sergeafit Lest er, the six soldiers, s cout and the little boy, whom his father allow ed to go on that gold-hunting expedition, had all been mas sacre d. "It is true th a t the way the news came to the fort that Sergeant Lester had once b ee n a road agent, and he planned with his old o utlaw comrades to massacre the party, after they had found the gold they went after, was not doubted by any one. "It came too straight from the outlaw we captured and hanged and as Sergeant Lester was seen afterward b y a dozen p eople who knew him why, there w as no room for "But Buffalo Bill, having l earned a l so in the camps that Captain Hugh Leffingwell was a lso sa id to have turned traitor with the sergeant, h e came to me to aid him in ge ttin g at the whole trut h as faras we could. "Knowing th at I was a Texan ranger and scout before my '!PPOintment to the army, and tha t Leffiingwell was my bosom friend, he told me of the ugly rumors, re vived after years, and asked me to aid him in shadowing down the mystery, finding Sergeant Leste r, and seeing if we cou ld not discover a number of the o utlaws in this country. "So I got a furlough for the purpose, the secret being known but to the colonel, Buffalo Bill and myself, and coming t o San Gabriel, I en ter ed upon the duty of a de tective, playing the part of a gentleman spo rt, and I can vo uch for seve ral of the worst men on this frontier having been call ed from this vale of tears. "Now you know jus t why I am here, and when Buffalo Bill compares not e s with me, it will b e seen that we have made some important discoveries, and done some good work. "'.N'ow I'll go and look up Diablo Dick." CHAPTER XXVI. THE LOST MAN. The wounded redskins were b o rne as gently to the old haci e nda, to be cared for b y the surgeons, as were the sol di ers and settlers. The dead were placed to one side, enveloped in blank ets, the Indians apart, then the settlers, then the soldiers, and then men were busy digging th e graves vvhere they were to find their final resting place, fri en ds and foes, all alike with the seal of death upon them. "Well, Little Sure Shot, how do you feel now ?" asked Captain Fred Foster, going up to where the boy lay apart from the others. "Hungry, sir.''

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THE BUFF ALO BI L L STORIES The officer lattghed, and said: "You should have some dinner, but I am glad you have had a good sleep." "I thought I was dead, I slept so. "But I'll be all right in a day or two, sir." "I feel that you will." "It was a grand victory." "It was, indeed, thanks to Buffalo Bill bringing the soldiers up in the nick of time." The boy started. "Is he here, sir ?" "Who?" "Buffalo Bill." "He has gone with the pursuit, but will return tonight." "vVhen ht: comes, I hope he'll tell you something wnich Diablo Dick and I could not, for we don't deserve so much credit as you and the settlers gave me." "Well, we'll talk over that when the scout comes. "But, Sure Shot, I wish to ask you a question?" "Yes, sir." "Do you know who you are?" "I don't believe that I do, sir, though sometimes it seems I do, and then all that comes before me appears like it was a dream." "Where have you been the past eight years?" "Since I can remember I was in the Comanche village; but a white man escaped from them and took me with him. "Then he joined a band of Mexican outlaws, but I didn't wish to kill, and so I ran away, and I lived with a rich Mexican for a year or so, and one night his home was raided by Indians and he and his whole family were killed, but I got away. "Then I drifted through the country and back to the frontier, and into the mining camps, until I struck San Gabriel, and I guess I've been a rather tough citizen, though I wouldn't do a mean act, or draw my gun to kill, unless I had to, for even a boy must take care of him self out here, as you well know, Mr. Foster." "That he must. Sure Shot; but you have a noble heart, and have been a mighty good boy, as I know." "Now tell me where you got that gold locket you wear, and which I saw when the surgeon dressed your wound?" "I don't know, sir, where I got it; but I do know it is the likeness of one I know I used to call mother, and a hard time I had of it keeping the reds from stealing it from me; but I've got it yet, and I'd give a great deal to find my mother." "I know your mother, Frank." "Frank, sir? Why, that is my right name." "Do you know your other name ?" "No, sir." "Well, when Buffalo Bill comes to-night he will have a story to relate which you will like to hear, and I do not think you will have to live in Wild West mining camps any more." "And Buffalo Bill will see me to-night, sir?" "Yes, Frank." "And tell me a story?" "He will tell you the truth about yourself, Little Sure Shot. But I must go and find Diablo Dick. I am par ticularly anxious to see him." "vVhy, Mr. Foster, he is gone. "Gone? Where to, lad?" "I don't know, sir." "How do you know, then, that he is gone?" "He brought me here, sir, you know, when I was wounded." "Yes, yes, lad; that I know." "Then he went away, but came back and told me good-by." "What did he sav ?" "He said that he had done all he could; that he was no longer useful in San Gabriel, and had work to do be fore he died, so would start at once upon the trail, for there were foes here who would like to see him die on the gallows. "Then he told me, as he did not expect ever to see me again, to thank you for your kindness to him; to thank Torn Totten, also, and to say to Buffalo Bill that he would never forget that he owed him his life. "With that he wrung my hand, and, leaping i n to his saddle, rode away." "That was an hour ago ?" "Yes, sir; and I was sorry to see him go, for he was a noble man at heart, Mr. Foster, if the men here did fear him and call him a desperado.' "Well, Sure Shot, I will send you your dinner; then go to sleep again. To-night we will go to the inn, and when Buffalo Bill comes you shall see him. "Now I must try and find Diablo Dick." And Captain Foster immediately started u p on h is search for the missing man. Not one of the settlers had seen him since J Ust a;t<:r the fight ended; then several had observed him mount his horse and ride away, none knew where. Late in the afternoon, the wounded having been cared for and the dead buried, Captain Foster, with the men he had kept with him, started for San Gabriel, leaving Cap tain l\Iainhall in command of the hacienda, where the wounded were. He had asked his brother officer to send Buffalo Bill on to the San Gabriel Inn, as he wished to see him; then, with Little Sure Shot able to ride, he started for the settlement, Pete Pomeroy riding on the other side of the youth to lend any aid if needed. Tom Totten was delighted at the result of the battle, and loud in his praise of the fighters, soldiers and settlers. Diablo Dick had told him all, he said, and had praised Captain Foster, Little Sure Shot, and others for thei-: splendid pluck. "And, where is Diablo Dick, for he actually behaved like a hero?" said Fred Foster, still not known to those about him as an army officer. "Why, he drew his money out of my strong-box, and went away, he said, into old Mexico. He took with him a pack horse heavily laden with supplies and o u tfit, as though bound upon a long trail." "When did he start out?" "Just after dinner." "\ Vhich way, T'otten ?" '-"I only know that he left here by the trail t oward the Indian country." "Then I must give him up, for it is night now, and

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. Buffalo Bill will not him her e when he comes,"' de cided the captain. and he add ed to himself: ''Buffalo Bill m ea nt to make him a prisoner. I am glad that Diabl o has escaped." CHAPTER XXVII. CONCLUSION. Littl e Sure S h o t the Highftyer. QUt t o b ed in. a cot in Captain Foster's ow n room. 1t bemg the best m the old mi ss ion, and the officer retiring soon after, the night passed without disturbance ot h e r than that of the men making merry over the esca p e of th e sett l eme n t from death and destructi o n. When Cap tain Foster aroused th<: ne.xt morning. he found Little Sure S hot awake and as chipper as a bird. ''I'm hungry." was his first retllark, at whic h the cap tain laugh e d and assured the lad that h e sho uld hav e as goo d a breakfa st as th e inn afforded. The n Sure S h ot asked if Buffalo Bill had arrived. This the captain did not know, but when he vvent into the plaza he saw th e sp l e ndid form of the scout, as he stood talking to Tom Totten. "There 's Fred Foster now." announced Totten. The scout stepped briskly forward, and the two men warmly grasped hands. "I hav e but jus t arrived. and \\'as goin g in to breakfast, for I've b ee n in the saddle s inc e yesterday with o ut a square meal," explain ed the sco ut. "\Ve;ll bre a kfast together, Bill; but r e m ember, I am known to n o one h e r e as an army officer, nor do I care to be, at present. at. l east." "The secret st.ill h o lds. s ir ... returned Cody: ''but hav e you got my man, Diablo Dick?" "X o. H e skipped just afte r the fight ha s gon e off toward th e Indian country, Totten tells me. I much regr e t this escape capta in fo r D ick as h e called him self h ere was the leader o f the o utlaw band that massacred Cap tain Leffingwell and his party. all save the bo y-the colonel's l i ttl e son. Frank-,d10 w ent al ong with the expedit i on, yon lmm 1 ." I am indeed so rry to hear this of Diablo Dick. for I !:keel the fellow ancl .he certainh acted lik e a h ero." I also lik e d 'him. bm I am disappointed that we could not have secured him for h e alone knows the sec r e t of that massacr e and I d o ubt i f he ca n eyer be found again." "So do I. Hut YOU sa'" the colonel's littl e boY w as nol killed with the o th. ers ? ' "No; for I hav e see n the bo y within th e past thirty hours, and though a waif of the camps. I r ecognized him by hi s striking lik e nes s to both hi s parents He is here in San Gabriel unless h e ha s gon e off with Diablo Dick ":'\o, Cod he is wounded. and is n ow up in my own room. Youare right. too, abo\'lt his being the colonel's son. as I ca n soo n proYe to yo u having made th e same discmenthat vou did." "Good! Then ther e i s no mistake::" 'Then I am more pleased than l can express, but as I ha 1e said, I d e ep !, -regret that Diablo h as got b eyond r eac h. for h e alone could hav e cleared Captain Leffingwell and Sergeant Lester o1 the charge against them, which so few know, of siding with the outlaws and taking that treasure of gold th ey were sent to bring in. "'?\o one who knew Leffingwell or the sergeant should for a moment believe the charge; but it is a mystery never to be so lv ed now I fear .. "'So I fear also; in fact, I expect we must g iv e up trying t o so lv e it, unl ess the boy can !e ll us so mething ... "He remembers nothing. He was but seve n then. yo u know, and all his early past seems to be entirely blotted from his memor y."' "Th e n that enc l s it all, and the unsolved affair must re main so to the encl .. "1\ow l et us go in to breakfas t, and I wish .;.t:> that ga1la11t boy t h e m en h ere call the h1g hfly e r said B u ffa l o B ill. T h e meal wa s enjoved: then Captain Foster l ed the wa 1 to his room, ,vhere the hungry Little S ure Shot was i1111)atiently awaiting his return. The m eet in g b e tween the scout and the b oy was a m ost cordial one and the two and Captai n Foster h ad a long talk-the lad for getti n g all about hi s still un served breakfast. But. though convinc ed of his i clentity,\a nd with every proof verified. the boy did not recaJI the yea rs. before h e remembered being in the Indian village :\II pnor to that w as a blank to him The11. too. would not believe in the evil of his friend. Diablo Di c k. and bolclh averred his friendship fo r him. He may have gone \icked. camp 'vaif "but h e i s not had at h eart. I am pos1t1ve of that. I will n eve r believe that h e ki lied men--committerl 111urder-j ust to get gold ; he was t oo good to clo that. a nd 1 h ope to fin d him some day... . To the fort '"ith Buffalo Hill and Captam Foster went L ittl e Sure Shot. ancl his meeting wi t h his father, the co l onel. wa s a mo:>t affect in g one, whi l e the boy at once became the hero of the fo rt, and see m ed delighted with hi s lif e among the so l d i ers. . As fo r the fate of Captain Leffingwell a nd his party, 1t was not spoke n of. all being willing to l et the dead pnst bury its d e ad. A n d so time wore on, w i t h Pete Pomeroy. t h e young miner. returninoto his Eastern h ome possessed of a s_mall for tune, Tom l otte n still keeping the ,,.Win and LOSe I nn at San Gabri el, Cap t ai n Fred Foster; 110 longer the Stranger Sport. goi n g to another fort _on regular duty. a nd Little ::iure Shot under the teachmg of th e gt-eat scout, Bnffa l o Bill becoming more famed as Little Sur e S h ot. the Buckskin Highftyer. THE E Xext "eek's issue, 98, will contain "Buffalo Bill and the Phant om Soldie r : o r Little Sure Shofs Love Trail." Our friend. Littl e Sure S hot. the Highfl)' er, app. ea.rs in this story. So does Diablo Dick who wasn't quite so bad as he was painted. Yo u want to h ear more about bot h of them. The n there is the Phantom Soldier, a mysterious spec ter charging alone at midnight with fla bing sabre across the prairie. A terrible 111.vstery is r evealed in this s tory. Don't miss it. .,

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Don't fail to notice the list of prize winners published in this issue. Your efforts were fine, and we thank you all for them. Don't despair if you don't find your name in the list, but try again. Remember" Rome was not built in a day," nor does eve,.ry one succeed the first time. Be sure and get into the new contest For full particulars, see page 3J. IVIy Dream of the Madman. (By E. J. Kernan, Philadelphia, Pa.) One night, several months ago, I dreamed I was walking along a country ro:id, on both sides of which there was a deep wood, when suddenly there sprang from behind a large oak a tall, broad-shouldered man. He had unkempt hair and beard, and bloodshot eyes. I stepped back and ran in the opposite direction from which I had been going. He gave cha se, and was fast gaini'ng, so I concluded to stand. I drew a long knife, and when he came up to me he grabbed me by the wrists, and wrenched the knife from my hand. I managed to break away from him and I ran faster 'than ever. With a yell he sprang after me, and I ran straight ahead with him close b e hind me. I came to a ledge of rock, which extended over a small but deep 1 stream. I stopped, not knowing what to do, and the madman came up with a rush, gave me a push that sent me 9ver the ledge. I found mys elf going down, down, down, when I awoke. My Night of Terror. (By Earl Klingel, Marion, 0.) I had just returned to my room from the theatre and was very tired, when I found my nei g hbor, Mr. Brown, seated there playing some of his hideous compositions on my violin. I was so disgusted that I b ega n to walk the floor and rub my hands, but h e still played on. His music grew worse and worse until my brains were fairly paralyzed by the sounds. At last he decided to go, but none too soon. Bidding me good-night, he departed. I :was so exhausted I sank down in the nearest chair before i the gas jet. I took several drinks of wine to bring bad{ my senses. Then, lighting a cigarette, I concluded to study the fire, and see if any pictures came to view in the blaze. I sat there a short time when, suddenly, the blaze began to grow brighter and larger and larger until it rose to the full height of a man, which stepped out before me. H
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28 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. laced in a red-hot corset and a party 'of imps with chains around him were drawing his waist to the size of the waist of some of our young ladies of to-day. l We then passed the lak e of fire and went to the head quarters of the devil, where I saw Brown seated on a redhot stool playing a hot violin. ::\lr. Devil then entered. I said: "I do not want to go back to earth if I can stay here and see him play that violin forever." He then brought another red-hot stool and violin for me because I was somewhat of a musician on earth. He was about Lo force m e to sit down. I r es i sted and he called a party of imps to bind and brand me. This they did, and as the iron touched my skin l awoke and found m y cigarette had fall e n from mv mouth. burned a hole through my clothes and had started on the tlesh. I could hardhrealize it had been o nlv a dream. I co uld not s l eep 'any more that night. so r went to the hotel office and stayed there until daylight came. I hop e I may 11ever hav e to pass another such night. Getting Shot. (By J.B. Counts. Columbia, S. C.) I was out playing w i th some b oys, and some men got to quarreling. \Ve played right o n, and all at once they started shooting and we ran into a s t ore. The store. keepe r ordered us out and we went out on the st reet again. The men began s h ooting more furiously than ever. So we all parted to go home, and at that moment a man shot me three times in the back. I tried to run. but couldn't, and 1 fell. saying, "Our Father, \!\Tho art in heaven," and "Lord have mercv." Then I woke up a n d vrns glad to find it all a dream. How I Went to China. (By E G. };ewton, Branford. Conn.) This is my dream: One night I dreamed I fell off the world and landed in China. 1 passed through snmv and rain storms, and once I ran int o an air-ship. \Vh e n I landed the Chinese were all around me. Among them I saw President Roosevelt and he promised to take me h ome in his automobile. Just t h en mother called me to go and get some rice at the store for breakfast. Oh, how I wish I had brought some from China with me A Scout. (By William T. Johnson, :\ladisonville, Ky.) The other night. after sitting up late r eachng a Buffalo Bill. I went to bed and had a curious dream. I dreamed that Bufialo Bill and myself were out o n a scouting expe dition together, and were looking for a trail of outlaws After sco uting for severa l hours we discovered a trail in a rockv canrnn. \\"e follov, ed the trail for severa l hours and came to a mound. Then Duffalo Bill called a halt and cautioner! me to keep siknt and to creep up by his s id e and look I did as h e clircctcJ. and on the other side saw a gang of men. about t en in number. They all had masks over their faces. Buffalo Bill turned to me, and said: "Kow w e will give the111 the \\orst scare of their lives. He told me to prepare to fire when he gave th e word. I did as he said. He raised his rifle and -gave the word, and we both fired at one time. I thought that they \Ve re the worst sca r ed men I ever saw in m, life One dropped dead and another was wounded. I thought they fired back and wounded me About that time I woke up. I was badly scared over my dream. I had been walking in my sleep Dream of a Trip to the Moon. (By Clement G. Yates, :-lilford, Conn. ) One night I dreamed that a friend of mine, named Charli e Sturges, and I had invented an electric engine that had power enough to overcome the gravitation of any planet or asteroid that we shou ld wish to visit. Vv e put it into an aluminum cartridge-shaped car. and we then started for the moon with a doctor and an astronomer, who had wished to accompany us. \'\Then we got there we found in stead of a cold. lif e l ess body. that it had an atmosphere very much lik e our own an
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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. I sat down and cried for a long time beside the place where my dear little sister was buried. when my grief had subsided I looked up and the old man placed his hand on my shoulder, and said in a l ow, sad voice, that he Y(Ould unlock the gate of the graveyard and let me go home, as I was not r eady to live there, b e cause I showed grief at the sight of my r elat i ves. He then took a l arge key from around hi s neck and opened the gate and bade me go h ome, which I did. When I awoke I was in the attic, trying to find my s i ster. I came downstairs and found it was time to d r ess, but I could not get rid of the thoughts of my dream for two days. My F ri ght. (By George Louis Thiel, Crowley, La.) One ni ght as I was asleep on my bed I happen ed t o turn over on my b ack. I had a horribl e dream. I dreamed that were a l ot of anarchists in town and that they were murdering people and singing over them. They came to our house and tri ed t o kill me and my mothe r, but we got away, by good fortune, and went up town, whe r e we met my father. He told n s that h e and some other men had kiiled the a narchists all but one or two. \Ve then went back h ome When we got there o ne o f the anarchists was und er my b ed He jumped out and said: "l'Y e got you novv." He had a knife in his hand. He said he was goi n g to stab me, a nd I woke up with a start, to find it was near!y schoo l time. My Adventure With a Be a r. (By Bennie Raines, Savannah Ga ) One day I had been hunting and I had n ot much game. I came h ome and got m y supper and w e nt to b ed and was soo n in drcamlm1d. Then I thought I got o n my h o r se, called to my clog ;md went o u t in th e woods. I had gone a bout a mile when I heard something move in the thick bushes, and I took my gun and shot into the bushes where I h eard the n oise. Then I heard a growl ;me! out came a large g riz z ly bear. My pony started to prance and th e bear slapped him on th e shoulder anc l kn ocked him ove r and started after me. I t ook my gun and shot at him, which made him very angry. I shot again and he fell over dead. My pony got up and stood b y and watched me w hil e I t ook out my knife and skinned the b ea r. Jus t th e n I awoke and found I had torn the pillow case off and was up on the bedpost. A Snak e Dream. (By Kern E. Yager, Oakfor d, Ind. ) One ni g ht, while I was staying at my uncl e's in Kentucky J had a horrible dream. I r etirrd ea rl y and was soon asleep About nine o'clock I was awakened by some one kn ocki n g on my door. I opened the door and was surprised to see a particular friend of mine l in vited him in, h e accepted the invi tatitin. and we were soon Cf)Infortab l y seated around a bri ght blazing fire. My frienci asked me if I wou ld like to visit the Mam-moth Cave. I told him I would. I put on my cl ot hes and \Ye were so o n on our way. Vve arrived at the cave about ten o'clock, and providing ourselves with torch es, and securing a guide, we began our journey. 'vVe had not gonefar when we were startled by a hissing sound, as nf an engine letting off steam. We continued our journ ey, searching for the plac e from which that peculiar sound came. S udd enly ou r guide sprang back with a cry of horror. Looking around, we found a large snake coiled and ready to spring at us . The othe r s fled in dismay, and b e fore I had time to do anything it sprang and wrapped coils around me. I grasped the snake n ea r it s head and tri e d to choke it. The harder I squeezed the ti ghte r the snake would wrap its coils about me. I thought I was a goner. My friend returned and fired a shot to scare the snakC'. I awoke and found myself with one of the b e d quilts wrapped around me, and I was g rasping one end tightly in 111\" h a nd. A Narrow Escape. (By George Featherston, Jr. Elmsford, N. Y.) After reading many of the Buffa l o nill Weekly stories I dreamed tl}at I was with Buffalo Bill, and the enemy attacked us, and I was in the mid s t of the enemy and they were tryin g to capture me, but the smoke was t oo thick for them to see me. A bullet struck me in the leg and I was overpowered and captured by the enemy They put me in a dirty prison, and three days l ater they took me to a forest, which was about three miles the prison. But my fri e nd, Buffalo Bill, and his men were hiding in the bushes, and w h en they were just putting the noose around my n eck, Buffalo Bill and hi s men jumped out of the bushes and cried ou t "Surrender!" I fell out of bed and awoke. Th:e Cowboy and I. ) (Dy Antone Leandro, Oahu, Honolul u.) Kot very l o n g ago I dreamed of being lost in the jungles of Hawaii, where there were a great numbe r of cattle Being a stranger to those woods, I did not know what would happen to me All at once some of the cattle came with a rush to tear pieces off me. At that moment I thought of exercising my l egs a lit tle faster, and so skipped to the n ea r es t t r ee before me. Fast I was climbing up the tree, and nearly ou t of trouble, w h en I fell, not thinking of .breaking an a rm or a leg till I r eached the ground. I broke my leg, finding the ground harder than my bones. At the same time this gave the cattle a little j ob in cutting my flesh with th e ir h oofs and horns, l eaving me half dead, with bl ood all ove r me. A short time after a cowboy passed by me, and seeing rne lyin g on the ground, asked me something which I could not w e ll make out. "vVhere did you raise that color?" said the cowboy. "The cattle gave me this co lor by sticking their horns and h oofs in my fle sh I r eplied

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THE B U FFALO BIL L "Ha, ha! these cattle do not love greenhorns like you," he said. "VI/ ell, I did not think they were so wild as that out here" "Anything broke in you?" asked the cowboy. "Yes, sir, my left leg is broke." "How heavy are you?" he asked. I told him I was a hundred and ten pounds. Then he said: 'Tl! try and take yo u on my back." "Thank you for your kindness. I said. When he had carried me tin his b ack about two miles away from where I was l y in g, the cowboy said: "Yon are gettin g heavier." He kept on say in g this till at last he said that I was getting fatter on his back and weighed two hundred pounds instead of a hnndred and ten. Then I awoke and found that it was nothing but a dream. A Dream of the L o w e r Regions. (By Fred Breisch, Burlington. Ia.) One ni ght, about two weeks ago. I dreamed tha t I suddenly brought up at the gate of the hot place belovv. It was opened for me without my knocking, a nd \\hen I went in I had to re g ister. \Vhen I did so the old fellow with the horns on his head began inquiring a b o ut every body from where I had come. H e asked after everybody except my friend Roy Freeman. I noticed it and r emarked to him that Roy Freeman was quite well. "Well," said his maj es ty, ''I h ope he will remain so, for I don't want him to come here." "How is that?" I asked. "I always thou ght you took delight in letting everybody in who wanted to come here." "Not particularly," was the reply. ''There a re some people who come h ere and make m i schief. A b ou t t e n thousand years ago all this section was swampland and it had to b e filled in, hundreds of feet. with stones in order to get a g'1od foundation. One of the workmen away down at the bottom lost a dime. If Roy Freeman should come h e re and find out about that, he d tear up all the foundation to ge t at that dime. That's why we don't want him.'' And just then my mother call e d me I sat up and was glad that I was in bed. R i d i n g a G r e ased Pig-. (By Grant Crosby, Colorado Springs, Colo.) The day before I was down t_o the slaughter house, where they were butchering ,hogs. When I got home and went to bed I went right to sleep and dreamed I was at t he fair, and there were priz es offered for climbing a g-reased pole on top of which th ere were ten dollars. There was another prize for ridin g a greased pig. So I went and rode the p i g, locking my feet in his flanks and putting my arms around his neck. He ran here and t here among the p eople. There was a hole in the fence and the pig went right to that hole. He went through 9.nd scraped me as he went. I dreamed th at I broke my nose, and when I awoke in the morning I was feeling lf my nose was brok e n. PRIZE WINNERS. Below will be found the list of prize winners in the last contest. We offer them our heartiest congratulations. The contest was a very close one, and there are many, besides the winners, who deserve praise. We thank one and all for the interest they have shown and the p a ins they have take n. The following FIFTEEN BOYS h ave won superb COM PLETE PHOTOGRAPHIC OUTFITS: Thomas B. Kline, Boston, Mass. Martin Mcl\fortrey, East St. Louis, Ill. Kern E. Yager, Oakford, Ind. Wiley l\IcTaggart, East Pittsburg, Pa. Frank Dodge, Galveston, Texas. A lfred Fred, Hancock, Mich. J. F. Snow, Brunswick, Me. James E. Gannon, Richmond Vt. Morton Lyman Stevens, Marlb oro, Mass. Cecil F. Doty, Decatur, Ill. Horace Wolcott, Weatherford, Okla. Ter. Frank R. Jackson, Belden, O hio Dean L7rquhart, Valley Springs, S. D. Charles A. Perrego Auburn, N. Y. C. D. Southard, Turner, Mo. My D ream of a Hold Up. (By Arthur Sullivan, Mt. Vernon, N. Y.) I that I was goin g along an old stage-coach trail when suddenly five men dashed out in the roadside on hors eback. The l eade r of the party, pointing a pistol at the driver's head, shouted "Halt!" The driver drew up his r eins, put his foot down on the brakes and held his hands over his head. The lead e r of the party wore a fine blue sombrero, a b e lt with silver-mounted revolvers, and high topboots, with a rifle swung over his b ack. The outl aws surrounded the coach and, with leveled pi sto ls, made the people come out of th e coach. But just then we heard the sound of hoofbeats, and around th e b end of the road dashed a company of horsemen with Buffalo Bill at th eir head. The outlaws ran as fast as their legs could carry th em It was too late b eca use the men fired a volley of bullets which killed all of them. That was the last of them, and I could feel my mother shaking me and telling me that it was time to get ready for school. I never forgot that dream. COLDEN HOURS Boys, havt you any numbers of Golden Hours? If so, see if the following a r e them: J34, J35, J56, J66, J67, J68, J69 to J92, 296, 389. I will pay liberal prices. Address, WIL LIAMS, Box J92, New Y ork City.

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DO YOU PLAY BASEBALL? ,, -riWf*iiH Do You Want a Complete BASEBALL OUTFIT Consisting cf an A-1 NATIONAL LEAGUE BASE BALL, a SPALDING '.LANCEWOOD BAT of the finest quality, and a SPALDING LEAGUE MITT? 1 1 If You Do, Read the Directions Below and Get Into This Contest. TEN BOYS WILL EACH RECV[ A BALL, BAT AND MIIT HE Baseballs are the Spalding Official League Ball u s ed ex cl us-T i v ely by the National Leag u e and by all the coll ege teams Each ball i s wrapped in foil and put in a se p a rate box and sealed .: .. : .. : .. : .. : .. : : .. : .. : .. : .. in accordance with the regulations of the N ationa l League. o ................. . : .. .. . : .. : .. :. The Bats are A-1 League B a ts. They are the bes t in the . ... : .. : .. :: .; .. : .. .. : .. : market, made of the very finest timber of t h e la tes t model, and carefully seasoned for two years. .a 8 e .a .a .0 8 .a D The Mitts are made of extra quality a s be s to s huck, extremely tough and durable; well-padded; lace back; re-inforced at thumb with double row of stitching on heel pad and a laced thumb. The very finest made. &1MMf44SiMifiWJ4iilW4ti I fiwtitlfi#MM MiiiB#ISt4@4i@lj@WtMt!flSBMf#j\ffif(W@WZ4ZWWWJUWii!i You need one of these Outfits. The Ten Boys who send in the Best Stories in this New Contest will each receive a Bat, MiU and Bail. HOW TO ENTER THE CONTEST. This Cont"7st Ends July 1st, 1903. Buffalo Bill Dream C o n test No. 3. All you have to do is to remember any Curious Dream you ever had, write it Name ...... ........ in five hundred words, or less, and send N o ... .. Street . ; . .... .. it with the accompanying coupon, propCity o r Town .. .. ...................... erly filled out, to BUFFALO BILL 0 WEEKLY, of Street & Smith, State ........ : ............. ..... care 0 238 William Street, New York City. Tit l e of Story ... .. . .......... ... ...... , ,-,,,-. /

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BlJFFl\LO BILL Sl.ORIES CONTAINING T H ONL Y STORlS AUTHORIZD by HON. WILUAM f. CODY .("Buffalo Bill") 67-Buffalo Bill's Best Bower; or, Calling the Turn on Death Notch Dick. 68-Buffalo Bill and the Gold Ghouls; or, Defying Death at Elephant Rock. 69-Buffalo Bill's Spy Shadower; or, The Hermit of Grand Canyon. 70--Buffalo Bill's Secret Camp; or, Trailing the Clo ven Hoofs. 71-Buffalo Bill's Sweepstake; or, Hunting the Paradise Gold Mine. 72-Buffalo Bill and the Black Heart Desperado; or. The Wipe-Out at Last Chance 73-Buffalo Bill's Death Charm; or, The Lady in Velvet. ,74-Buffalo Bill's Desperate Strategy; or. The Mystery of the Cliff. 75-Buffalo Bill and the Black Mask; or, The Raffle of Death. 76-Buffalo Bill's Road Agent Round-Up; or, Panther Pete s Revenge. 77-Buffalo Bill and the Renegade Queen; or, Dea d ly Hand's Strange Dud. 78-Buffalo Bill's Buckskin Band; or, Forcing the Red s kins to the Wall. ,;9-Buffalo Bill's Decoy Boys; or, The Death Rivals of the Big Horn. 80-Buffalo Bill's Sure Shots; or, Buck Dawson's Big Draw. .n Sr-Buffalo Bill's Texan Team; or, The Dog Detective 82-Buffalo Bill's Water Trail; or, Foiling the Me x ican Bandit. 83-Buffalo Bill's Hard Night's Work; or, Captain Coolhand's Kidnaping Plot. 84-Buffalo Bill and the Scout Miner; or, The Mounted Sharps of the Overland. 85-Buffalo Bill's Single-Handed or, Nipping Outlawry in the Bud. 86-Buffalo Bill and the Lost Miners; or, Hemmed in by Redskins. 87-Buffalo Bill's Tenderfoot Pards; or, The Boys in Black. 88-Buffalo Bill and the Man in Blue; or, The Volunteer Vigilantes of Silver Thread City. 89-Buffalo Bill and the Outcasts of Yellow Dust City; or, Fighting for Life in the Blizzard. 90--Buffalo Billls Crippled Crew.; or, Sunflower Sam of Shasta. 91-Buffal o Bill and the Boy Scout; or, The Tenderfoot Tramper of the Overland. 92-Buffal o Bill's Young Double; or, A Yankee Boy in the Wild West. 93-Buffalo Bill and the Silent Slayers; or, The Arizona Crack Shot. 94-Buffalo Bill's Water-Gauntlet; or, The Myster y -Man's Talisman. 95-Buffalo Bill's Gallant Stand; or, The Indian's Last Victory. 96--Buffalo Bill and the Black Mustang; or, Dick Dearborn's Death Ri e. 97-Buffalo Bill's Tough Tussle; or, The Mystery of the Renegade Hermit. 98-Buffalo Bill's Rush-Ride; or, Sure-Shot, the High-Flyer. 99-Buffalo Bill and the Phantom Soldier; or, Little Sure-Shot's Lone Trail. All o f th e abov e number s a lways on h a n d. I f you ca n not get them from your newsdealer, fiv e cen ts a cop y will bri n g th em to yo u by m ail, postpai d STREET & SMITH, Publishers, 238 William Stree t New V.pr k \ i. I I I I I I I I

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To InstrUct ROUND BOYS OF Cast Away in the Jungle B y VICTOR. ST. CLAIR Belng the /lr d volume o f the ROVND WORL D .tE R rE.r. A tale of two wideawake American lads who, as civil engin eers just from college, journey to the island of Luzon to lay out a road through the trackle,.g fore s t The volume is filled with adventures of a healthy kind, and gives in addition m'llch information concerning the Philippines. Finely illuattated and bountl in cloth, stamped in colors and gold. PRICE, $1.25 'The aeeond v olume I n thk seri e s will b rady Sp.t. lat, 1 903 .. ; ;., . ;; ... 0 .. :..: $,. out With a ' .. f1 .. ... I' r.tt <;" By Lntur. . .... . ; .. .'. .... .... Being the first volume of B(>Y,.t Oii Lr!J: F . } :.' .. Tells of the stirring adventures of a youth, wh6 : enres as a middy under Commodore .Stephen. Decatur Eluring the War1o f 1812. The historical setting is correct, and the vohim e will inspiring to any boy. Handsomely b ound in c l Qth, fully illustrated. \ .,RICE, $1.00 'The aeeond volume l n this ser le wltl b e reaily SeP.t lat, 1903 ...... For s ale b y all books ellers or w ill. be sent, postpai d-, upon receipt of price STREET SMITH,, Publishers 232-238 WILLIAM STREET, NEW YORK CITY


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