Buffalo Bill and the phantom soldier, or, Little Sure-Shot's lone trail

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.. ffiO[S[S A .WEEKLY PUBLICATION DEVOTED TO BORDER HI STORY Issued We.kly. By Subscriptio n $ z.50 per y ear. Entered as Second C l ass Matter at the N Y. Post Office by STREET & SMITH, 238 Wi7tiam St., N Y. 1 Entered a ccording to Act of Congre ss in year 1Q03, in O ffice of Librarian of Congress, Wasf!ing-ton, D. C. No. 99. NEW YORK, April 4, 1903. Price Five Cents. Buffalo Bill and the Phantom Soldier: OR, LITTLE SURE SHOT'S LONE TRAIL. By the author of "BUFFALO BILL." CHAPTER I. THE PHANTOM SOLDIER. "I am looking for the dead !" "Well, I am rather much alive, soldier pard, so you don't want me, I'm glad to say." "No, not you-not you "But, tell me, where are they?" "Who?" "The dead." "In their graves, whar they oughter be. "Won't yer take a seat in ther coach, pard, and go to the fort, fer it don't strike me yer head is just right; it's off thet trail o' reason ? "Come, git in, and ther post surgeon will set yer on ther right trail." "Are they there?" "Who?" "The dead." "See here, pard, I hain't no spook hunter or comrade of stiffs; I'm flesh and bone, and you give me ther creepin' chills ter talk as yer does. "I has a empty hearse, and you are welcome ter ride, so git in." No, no! I cannot-must not; I must find them." The scene was on a trail in New Mexico, over which a stage'-coach made a weekly run from Santa Fe to the mines and settlements on the way to the terminus at Fort Comanche. The driver, Nate Nixon, was on his way t o the fort when he discovered, at a point where the trail was very rough, a man standing in his way, as though to bri9g him to a halt. Nate Nixon was utterly fearless, and drove a deadly trail, for he had both Indians and outlaws to waylay him; yet he had no dread of the one h e saw ahead in the trail, for he wore the uniform of a cavalryman in the United States Army. "Some courier whose horse has given out," inferred Nate. As he drew near, the soldier suddenly rallied from the dejected mood in which he had, seemingly, been plunged, brought his carbine up, and, in a threatening manner, called out;


.. 2 THE BUF.FALO BILL STORIES. "Halt! Who comes there?" The driver had intended to hnlt, bttt the_ words and looks of the man quickened that int ent i on He drew up at. once, and riveted his eyes scrutinizingly upon the man wlio barred his way, while he muttered: "Ef he hain't got 'em, then I'm sweetly lying. He's "' as crazy as a jack rabbit." Nixon saw a man of fine proportions, dressed in a tattered uniform, with a face almost concealed by a.long, heavy beard and hair that hung upon his ,shoulders . His face was darkly bronzed by exposure, but his eyes were bright and very piercing. "Well, pard, I've halted; what does you want _?" and Nate put his hand upon his revolver, lying on the seat by bis side, now confident that he had a madman to deal with. I 1 answer, the soldier his hand wearily across his forehead, as though to clear his brain, anad ma.de the startling reply: "I am looking for the dead." CHAPTER II. PUT TO FLIGHT. Nate Nixon was not a man to flinch at any danger. Scores of times he had proven that. His very driving of that long and perilous trail attested his dauntless nerve, for none but a man of extremest bravery would dare that duty. But he had a superstitious dread of what he was pleased to call "spooks," and l ooked with awe upon any one who had lost their sanity. As he drove on, and briskly, he kept his head half turned hi s eyes glancing back t o see if the phantom soldier was pursuing him, still l ook ing for th e dead." So intent was h e in 'gazing behind that he did not keep a weather eye out ahead ; th e refore did not see three men quickly step out in'to th e trail ahead. Two of the three had rifles; the third only had re volv ers All were masked, and, while those with the rifles stood on eithe r s ide of the trail, with weapons r eady, the third qui e tly waited in the center of th e track. Feeling a pity for the man, of whose madness he was That was the group Nate N i xo n noted when he again ow a ssured, and, wishing to have him properly cared turned his gaze ahead, aftt!r a long l ook behind, the longer for, the driver said, in a kindly tone: because hehad heard a shout far back in the rear, he "I guess you'll find them :you is looking for at Fort was certain. It 1bight hav e been the cry of a panther, Comanche, pard, and I-" or the yowl of a hungry w olf, but Nate was certain that Nate stopped suddenly, for his words seemed to exci'te he was nearer right in deciding that it was a human voice. the man terribly. He started as though the driver had But nothing appearecl back on the trail; he was alone; fired upon him, instead of having spoken kindly. yet, not alone, for there were the three masked men ahead, His face became livid, and he suddenly shouted: to meet hi s vision when h e again l ooked in that direction. "Fort Comanche! Fort Comanche! My G0d not H e did not wait for a command to h alt; no need fot: there, not there!" that; the attitude of the three was command enough; they Startled himself -at the effect on the man which the were of the "Hands-up!" brigade, he saw at a glance name of the fort had produced, Kixon firml y grasped his Nixon knew that he carried a lot of money, greenbacks, weap on, loath to fir e upon a m adman, but expecti .ng a which he was b earing back. to San Gabriel in return. for violent atfuck and d ete rmined to acti-n gold senLin by th e niiqers: ::But the soldier, as soo11 as he had uttered his words, He had always prided hims e lf upon his luck of having turned, ahd, with great bound s, w ent"' t 6ward, the timber lo s t little b y the: hands-up toll-takers but now ::it lookel:l on one side of the trail, and the next m oment had l eaped ver y much as if h e would pay big toll to make up for upon the back of a fine horse, which Nate saw w:aiting past g90d luck. for him and in another moment was flying away at a So he pulled his teams to a halt, and called out: brnakneck speed. "Well, what's up?" \'V e ll! th et aboqt took tber n arve oi.1t o' me,, I'm free "You carry money, and plenty of it, Nate Nixon," anter admit. "Now, who on 'arth is he, fer I hain't heerd a1 110 luriatic asylum in these parts fer him ter git out of r "Why, I'd ruther be held up by road agents than meet him again, 'fore ther Lord, I would! I don't believe he's flesh and blood arte r all. I think he's a g ho s t o! some dead soldier. "Come, b osses you must git al ong lively, fer he may take a notion ter come back," and Nate drove swiftly on his way. ... swered the one 'who appeared to be the leader; "Who says so?"-. "I do." "l don t take your word fer it.'! "Come; no nonsense, for I happen to know that you are well fixed this trip." "That I is-very well fixed ; an' if yer don't think so, jist l oo k inside ther hears e and see ther soldiers thet hes got you covered.'' \i\ T ith bounds like deer, the three road 1aiders sprang to


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 3 the shelter of the timber, while Nate Nixon dexterously more than he had the road rq.iders, fly by him at full gave his whip a swing, and the teams sprang forward speed. with frightened alacrity. The phantom, or man, whichever he wa,s, was standing But the three men, not being fired upon as they had exup in his stirrups, slashing right and left with his sabef pected sent two rifle shots after the daring driver, who at imaginary foes, and did not even appear to see the coach crouched below the seat and drove on, one of the bullets and the much astonished driver. tearing along the top of the coach, the other shattering The mad rider looked straight ahead, as his sp1endid one of the lamps to atoms. horse bounded along at terrific speed; from his lips broke The robbers, however, unfortunately for Nate, had commanding orders to an imaginary regiment of cavalry, their horses near, and within a minute all three were irt and, paying no heed that the two road agents had gone hot pursuit. away to the right in rapid flight, he swept on up the trail Still Nixon was not one to halt when he realized that and disappeared from sight. they were gaining, and the odds all against him. Not a When he had first heard the voice of the mad soldier, halt! He coolly lifted the rifle which he always had on had seen him dash into view, Nate Nixon believed that a the deck behind him, ready for emergencies, and, taking scouting party of cavalry had come to his rescue. aim as best he could, with the coach swaying wildly, he The next instant had revealed the truth. pulled the trigger. As the mad horseman out of sight up the trail, A wild yell broke from his lips as he saw the man at Nate Nixon uttered again t'he expression that gave vent whom he had aimed tumble headlong from his saddle. to his feelings : But, not dismayed, the other two urged their horses on "\Vell, I'll be blamed!" the faster, and, as Nate Nixon had to guide his now He made no immediate effort to. go on, but sat on his flying team just the n from th e nature of the trail, he dared box, looking up the trail. not use his revolvers, and found himself covered by one The road agents might still return. on each side, as the two men dash e d up beside the coach. So might the mad soldier. "I don t wish to kill you, Nixon, but I will if you do And Nate Nixon dreaded the latter the most1 even not halt, and that quickly." though his coming had frightened off his foes. "You is very kind, and, as I has about played my last trump, I'll do as you say ." His foot pressed hard on the brake; he drew in his horses, and the coach came to a standstill, while Nate said, with a sneer: "Ther soldier bluff scared yer bad; but just look inter 'ther hearse and see what's thar." He was playing another game to get a chance to use his revolver, and his words made the leader and his rernaining man caufious. They did not know but what they might be caught in some kind of a trap. T? add to their fears, there came to their hearing the rapid clatter of hoofs back on the trail, and in a moment more a commanding voice shouted: "Follow me, men! Charge!" The two road agents saw a mounted soldier dash into view, his saber in hand! Again they were scared from their prey, and deep into their horses' flanks they drove their spurs in rapid flight disappearing over a ridge just as .Nate Nixon saw sweep by him the mad soldier! CHAPTER III. THE BUCKSKIN BRAVO. "Well, I'll be blamed !" Such 'Was the emphatic exclamation of Nate Nlxon as he beheld the mad soldier, whom he had feared even At last, he seemed to realize that he must act, and he gathered up his reins. Glancing back over the trail, he saw the body of the dead outlaw whom he had shot from his saddle. He lay just at the bend of the trail, several hundred yards back. "I guess I'd better pick up my game, or ther boys won't think I has been gunning for folks," he muttered. With this, as he could not turn his coach just there, he dismounted from his box, reloaded his rifle, slung it at his back, and tramped back to where the body lay. Stooping he raised the mask. "W aal, I declar' "It's one of them fellers I has seen at San Gabriel .. one of Fandango Fred's gang. "It'll surprise the boys when they sees him." With this, he shouldered the body, and, hastening back to the coach, put it inside, and, mounting was starting upon his way, when he again heard hoofs approaching. "I hope it hain't thet mad soldier, whcfs made another turn and got behind me. "But he's liable to do anything," muttered Nate. Then, as his keen ears told him there was but one horse coming1 he said: "I guess I hain't ter tackle one, if it hain't thet crazy cavalryman." /


4 THE BUFFALO STORIES. Another moment there dashed into view a horse and rider, coming along at a swinging pace. Nate Nixon had seen him the moment he appeared, and he cried, in a tone of ex ltation : "Sure Shot, as sure as I lives. "My! how quick he seen thet disturbance in ther trail whar ther outlaw tuk a tumble. "Well, I'm right glad of his comp'ny, and no mistake." The next moment the one whom he had called Sure Shot, the Buckskin Brave, reined up alongside of the coach and called out: "Ho, Nate! what's gone wrong with you?" It was a boy, or, rather, a youth of sixteen about. or there He was rather small for his age, but of a hardy, sinewy form, and he was dressed in a cavalry fatigue uniform, without any insignia of rank. He was clad in buckskin, wore to,P boots and a wide sombrero, and looked like a dashing young cavalryman. His face was a striking one, so handsome was it, so fearless and determined for one of his years,, and hue to which it was bronzed showed that he had passed his life out of doors. The horse that he rode was a spirited one, equipped with a Texas saddle and bridle, and his weapons were a saber, revolvers, rifle, and lariat, with a blanket and camping outfit as though he was on a long trail. In answer tb his questions, Nate Kixon said : "I'm glad yer has come, Little Sure Shot, for with road agents and a mad soldier, I'm all tuk aback!" "You've got the material for a funeral in the old h earse, I see." "Yes, I kilt him." "Road agent?" "Yes; one of three that held me up, and was run off by a mad soldier." "A mad soldier?" "Yes; does yer know of any crazy cavalryman escaped from the fort?" "There was no crazy cavalryman there to escape, Nate." "Well, ther one I seen is dead crazy, an' gittin' more so." CHAPTER IV. A SURPRISE . At the words of Nixon, the yout h lau ghed a merry, boyish laugh, and replied: "Any wheels in your head, Nate, for there is no soldier missing from the fort?" "Nary a wheel. "I'm all right in ther head; but I tell yer I seen a mad soldier, as halted me, and was a-lookin' fer dead men, he told me." "Who was he ?" "A mad soldier." "Did he rob you?" "Now, Little Sure Shot, don't you know Nate Nixon hain't ther man ter pan out onless odds is agin' him?" "I know your record, Nate; but it must have been a road agent playing soldier to get up close to you." "No, he wa'n't no road agent." "What did he want, then?" "He were lookin' fer dead folks, he told me, and then rid off when I tole him I didn't have any stiffs on tap jest then. "But I c'u'cl supp l y him now with one, and a dead agent to "And the road agents attacked you after the mad soldier left?" "Yes." "Tl ey were in league with him." "No, they warn't, Little Sure Shot, for he were as crazy as a jack rabbit in a prairie fire." ''Tell me all about it, Nate." "I '11 do it." And Nate told his story just as it had happened, the boy listening with great attention. "And he did not speak to you as he went by?" "No, he didn't." "He w e re thet busy commandin' a reegement of cav alry he ,,,.ere leading, in his mind, thet he didn't see me; he looked right ahead, but went along at a full run, carv ing off heads and arms, first on one side, th e n on t'other, until he got out of sight. "I tell yer, it were awful, Sure Shot." "But corning stampeded the road agents?" "Yon bet h e did, arid ef they'd hev stopped ter git better acquainted, they d hev been scared ter death. "Thar's the!' horse now of ther one I kilt, runnin' loose." "I'll just take him in out of the wet," and the yout h clashed off after the horse, swung his l ariat, and skill fully caught the animal, leading him back to the coach, with the remark: "He's yours, Nate, and a good one." "Thank yer, pard, but we'll go shares on him "I'll just fasten him to one of my l eaders ." "No, Nate; I have no claim on him, and I only came after you because the sutler at the fort told me you car ried big money for San Gabriel, and I was afraid yo u might be held up. "I looked for Buffalo Bill to come along, too, but he's been off for a couple of days, the scouts said, so l came


THE BUFFALO BIL L STO RIES. 5 alone, and I am glad I did, for, though I did no good, I'll continue on to San Gabriel with you." "I'm mighty glad to have yer, Little Sure Shot, fer I knows what you is worth in trouble." "Maybe we'll meet your mad soldier again, Nate." "I just hopes not, fer I hain't stuck on him no more, not a littl e bit." The boy laughed and r eplied: "Well, drive on, and I'll follow within earshot behind, to be o n hand shou ld you need aid. "I'll l ead the horse, too, f6r the sound of mare hoofstrokes will have an effect if you get into trouble, and they h ear me coming." "All rig ht." And, tossing th e rein of the riderless hors e to Little Sure S h ot, Nate Nixon mounted his box and drove on once more. The youth waited until he had gotten a quarter of a mile ahead, and then rode on, l eading the outlaw's horse by the stake rope. For several miles Nate Nixon went briskly along, and there being no further .appearance of the road agents or the mad so ldi er, he was beginning to congratulate himself that h e would reach San Gabriel with his trea s ure in safety. Drawing rein in a small stream to water his horses, he rem arked to hi mself, as h e had a score of times before, that that was th very place for a hold-up of the coach b y outlaws, and yet n one of them had ever happened to select the spot for their la wless work The trail l ed down from the range by a wincling way, and t h ere ascended the hills on the other side by the same steep and circuitous kind of path The valley was narrow, heavily wooded, dotted with large bowlders, and was a spot at noond ay. "Your h o rses are thirsty, Nate, but don't hurry theri1, for we have p l enty of tim e." The words fell like a death-knell up on the ears of 'Nate Nixon. At l as t the outlaws had selected the spot he had dreaded, and were there to bar his way He l ooked up quickly at the sound of the voice, arid beh e ld several rifles peering at him ove r a rock on a level with the top of the coach and masked faces were peering along the sights of the l eve l ed rifles. CHAPTER V. A C R A C K S H 0 T Nate Nixon was painfully surpri sed at the words of the outlaw and the sight of the rifles covering him. His first thought of resistance he saw would be mad ness and the cool remarks of the outlaw showed that he .. knew that he held the winning hand, and would take his time, fearing no resistance or rescue. Then Nate's thoughts were of the youth, whom he kn ew was following. Would not he corne up and run into a deadly trap, inst ea d of aiding him? How could he warn him? he wondered. I A quick glance reveal e d to him three tifles peering over the rocks, and the one who had spoken was on the other side of the trail. If these were all, four of them, that would be big odds against himself and the boy. So Nate decided to do the only ,thing he could, talk loud, and give the youth warning of his mi s hap, so that he could a void running into the trap. "And who th e r d evil is you, th e t takes sich an interest in my bo sses?" said Nate, in a loud tone, h e meant should be h ear d back on the trail. "Ah, yo u don't know, eh? "Well, I'll introduce myself, and you'll know me better when we have you. ' "I am Diablo Dick, once of San Gabriel, but now of the road, finding it more profitable to get gold with the aid of a revolver than to work hard for it with shovel and pick. I "I've got more men now than I had half a dozen miles back. on th e trail, when that crazy fool in uniform scared us off, and this tirne I shall get the big boodle I know yon hav e along." "Think so?" shouted Nate, raising his voice to its hig h est pitch. "Say, I'm not deaf, Nate; so you need not shout at me so." "I wants yer ter und erstand me." "I do, and you must und ersta nd me. I want no nbnsense, and will have none. "I lik e you, Nate Nixon, and don't wish to kill you, but I'll do it if yo u force me to do so." "\i\That fer? What has I done to harm you ?11 "Nothing only hand out that b ood l e if you value your life!" I "Yer is away' off, for I didn t get any." "I know that to be a lie "I knb\v that you carry a good sum in greenbacks, and I'll stand no more trifling, so hand it out." "Come get it." And Nate r eac hed under the seat for something. "Don't be a fool, if yo u intend to use a gun." "I hain t no fool. "I says, come git ther boodle, for I knows when ther game goes dead agin' me." "One of you men go and get that box," ordered the chi ef of the outlaws.


I' 6 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. Nate saw that one of the three rifles was withdrawn, and this showed him that there were but three men be sides the leader. A moment after the man appeared in the trail, walking down toward the stream in which the horses still stood. He was masked, and dressed in frontier garb. "Drive up here, fer I goin' ter wade in t'her water fer ther boodle," called out the man. Nate seized his reins, started up his team, and drove to a halting place near the man. Then he again took the box, and said : "Now yer gits it, and I don't want no more talk, for I'm behind time now." The man held up both hands to get the box, when sud denly from across the valley there came a shot, and he dropped forward on his face, almost under the wheels of the coach. The shot was a surprise to Nate, as well as the outlaws, who at once sprang out of sight in the dense timber about them, while at the same instant the sound of hoofs was heard coming down the trail behind them. "Mount and ride for your lives, men! We are henuned in! "I'll even up for this another day, Nate Nixon," shouted the outlaw leader, and t ere was heard following his words rapid riding through the timber. A moment after there appear e d coming across the valley Little Sure Shot, rifle in hand, and leading his two horses, while he called out : . "It was a long-range shot, Nate, but I got him." "Yes, yer got him dead sure, but look out, fer some body 's coming down ther trail ahead of me, a-ridin' like mad," and Nate seized his rifle ready to greet whoever it should be. CHAPTER VI. BUFFALO BILL. The first thought of Nate Nixon was that the newcomer was the mad soldier. Who else but a madman would ride at that breakneck speed down that steep and rocky trail? l Whoever it was had doubtless heard the shot fired by the yo uth, and was either a rescuer coming to aid the coach or another outlaw The road-agents had taken the idea that he was a foe, and fled, leaving the body of their dead comrade lying by the coach whe e ls. The youth heard the sound of the hoofs and stood by his horses, his rifle, hastily reloa4ed in his hand. And he, too, looked for it to be Nate's mad soldier. Louder and louder resounded the hoofs, as nearer and nearer came the horse, and seated upon box, rifle in hand, Nate Nixon awaited for the man to dash into view. Across the st.ream stood Little Sure Shot, also waiting, and if a foe the horseman would meet

.'I THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES 7 Buffalo Bill had dismounted and looked at the masked outlaw, and then at the one inside the coach Then he put the last one killed also into the coach, with the remark: "That was a fine shot, boy pard, and just lik e yo u. "But I don't just und erstand about this mad soldier you tell me of, Nate." "I don't understand about him myself." "Tell me just where you last saw him and I will go and pick up hi s trail, that is, as soon as I track the three outlaws who attacked you h ere ." "You wili find three of 'em, yer know. "All right, and be careful to look out fer th em, but I wish to see just where they go." "And the l eader says he i s Diablo Dick, ther Desperado of San Gabriel." "He lies! "Diablo Dick would not be gui lt y of such an act, if he was a man-kille r. "No, h e is not Diablo Dick, but is u s in g his name," and Littl e Sure Shot spoke with a vehemence that surprised Nate Nixon, while Buffalo Bill said: "That's right, Sure Shot, stick up for your old pard, for I, t oo, can hardl y believe it was Diablo Dick. "But that is to be found out, as well as who this mad soldi e r is, and I'll take the trail at once." "And I'm with you." "No, boy pard, you go on with Nate here and wait in San Gabriel for me, for I'm on a trail I wish your help 111. "Good-by." And, going int o the timber, Buffalo Bill picked up th e trail of the three outlaws and started off on it down the valley. CHAPTER VII. THE NAME ON THE SADDLE. I "Well, I fe e l better, Sure Shot, now B uffal o Bill 1s atween me and them outlaws, for it's a mighty ticklish thing ter hev as much money along as I hev." So said Nate Nixon when the scout had ridden dff on the trail of the outlaws. "Yes, and when I saw you handing out the money box to them, my heart was in my mouth, for fear if I did kill that fellow who was reaching for it the others would get off with the b oodle ." "Sure Shot, let me tell you somethin'." "Well, Nate?" "I hain't sic h a fool as I look s." "It would be a fool only who would accuse yo u of being one, Nate." "Yer know, I has ter keep my wits up, and I has grit right smart, I kin tell yer. "Yer see, thet hain't ther money box which I was handin' out." ,. "No?" "It hain t." "It's just like it." "Sure, fer thet are part of my game. "I hed it made so; and I has in it a lot of packages of green-pai11ted paper, in imitation money, I got from a party as was advertising some kind o' lottery. "These is all divided inter packages, and a paper pasted arot!nd each one with ther amount of marked on it. "Yer see, they is then tied up t oge th e r and wedged in thet box, and it w 'u'd take a bank clerk fer know they wasn't nic e new money, onless they was broke apart and exam ined. "Now, ef they broke ther locks and looked in ter ther bo x, ther outlaws w'u'd swear they hed got boodle; but they don't take ther time ter investigate, and so I was handin' out ther bogus money, while ther 'tother box .are restin' up thar in a J et tie hidi n' place under th er seat. "Whil e they war happy 11t gittin' ther s1;ide money, I'd h ev been liftin' things fer San Gabriel." "It would have been a splendid trick on them, Nate; but they would have killed you for it ne x t time they caught you ." "I'd hev saved ;ther boodle, boy pare!, anyhow, and hav e had take ther chances o' gittin' kilt next time." "You're a dandy,, Nate; but now I'm goi1ig to look up thet dead man's horse, for these feliows were .. in too big a hurry to take him with them." "Thet's right. '.'Yer find him, and we hes a horse apiece f e r our trouble, and good animals they is "Well, I'll hitch this h o r se on behind and you drive on, for, whether I geLthehorse or not, I'll soon overtake you, and then I'm going to t ell you what I intend doing." "What is it?" "I'll t ell you soon," and, mounting his h orse, the boy rode into the timber in search of th e h orse of the outlaw whom he had killed. He did not have a long search, for the horse was found, hitched to a tree not far away, and he seemed to qave been apart from the other animals of the outlaws. The tracks of the others showed the three together, and th e ir saddle and outfit were lik e that of the animal then following behind the coach, while the horse just found was a fine one, and his whole equipments were of a much b ette r kind than the others I have it! "This was the horse of the outlaw lP.ader, and, being hitched so far away, he ran to the first animal he could reach, mounted, and made his escape.


I 8 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "This is a niighty fine and-what is this? "Why, here is the name of Diablo Dick engraved on the horn, no, I will not yet believe that it is t;?.Y old pard, who has t1.1rned road agent. "Diablo Dick, I admit, was a man who had a bad name in San Gabriel, and he had a re<;ord as a -man-killer; but he had a great big heart, was a devoted friend to me, and if he did run off from Buffalo Bill after the fight with the Comanches, it was because he did not wish the scout to arrest him for some crime he was accused of. "Yes, he ran off then, and in the six months that have passed since then I have not heard of him, until now this masked road agent chief comes up and claims to be Diablo Dick. "But I'll have to see him as I know him, to be con vinced." So musing, Little Sure Shot mounted his horse, and, with the animal in lead, started on after the coach. He overtook it after an \ hour's ride for Nate Nixon was driving rapidly to make up for lost time, and he called out for the drive.r to halt. "Nate, here is the horse, and it is the chief's without a doubt. "You see the name of Diablo Dick here on the saddle, but that does not prove anything to me against my pard. "Now; Nate, take him to San Gabriel, and ask Tom Totten to keep the horse and outfit for me, for I'm going back to follow the trail of Buffalo Bill, for that is what I was going to tell you," and Little Sure Shot spoke in a decided way, that showed his mind was made up on that point. CHAPTER VIII. SURE SHOT'S LONE TRAIL. Nate Nixon seemed to regret the decision of the youth, that he would go on the trail of Buffalo Bill, and to urge against it, said : "He has got two hours' lead of you now, boy pard, and night hain't so very far off, while he said yer was ter meet him in San Gabriel, yer know." "Yes, I know." "An' then, maybe yer can't find his trail, and--" "f wasn't a captive for several years among the Co manches, Nate, not to learn how to follow a trail, and I can stick to Buffalo Bill's, if he stuck to the trail of the outlaws. "Yes, I'm going back, for you are in no danger now, I feel certain." "So does I, only I doesn't want ter see yer go, boy pard." "Well, I feel that it is my duty. "Did you ever feel a presentiment of evil, Nate?'' "I guess I have." "Well, I have a dread of evil now. "I feft it come upon me the moment I saw Buffalo Bill ride away alone, and I determined to follow him. "He is about as able to take care of J:iimself as any man I know, but, then, he may be in trouble, and I'll feel better when I go to see. "I'm fitted out with food and ammunition for two days, anyhow. "Now, I'm off," and, with a wave of the hand, the brave boy started back on the stage trail, riding in a rapid g:allop, to go in search of Buffalo Bill, who, he had a dread, might have fallen into some great troubl e Nate Nixon looked after the youth for a moment, and then muttered to himself : "I don't just know what ter make of thet kid. "He are full white, fer he s ther colon e l's son; but he do know as much about Injuns as the:'.\ does themselves, and he don't scare at nothing. "When he weer a nobody at San Gabriel, only knowed as the Boy Highflyer, afore Buffalo Bill found out who he was, I tuk kindly to him, and what he hes done fer me terday makes him closer to me, and no mistake. "Wall, I must git along, but I does pray thet Pard Providence they tells me sits up aloft will take keer o' ther .kid; yes, and Buffalo Bill, too, and they kin set this prayer down as coming from my heart." And so brave, noble-hearted Nate Nixon sent his team rapidly along toward San' Gabriel, his thoughts busy with the adventures through which he had just passed. In the meanwhile, Little Sure Shot had reached the brook in the little valley, gone to the spot where the horses of the road agents had b e en hitch e d and from where their trail led off down the valley. There were the tracks of four different horses, the fourth being that of Buffalo Bill's big black, and the youth read the signs as cleverly as an Indian could have done, and followed the trail ev e n more rapidly. The valley narrowed after a few miles into a canyon, and there the stream spread over it, and, of course, the trails were obliterated. But, passing through the canyon there was a plateau of large extent, heavily timb e r e d, and the boy at once began to search for the trails. They were soon found, and the tracks showed that the horses were no longer at a run when they had passed there; at least, three of them were not. But the black of the scout showed that he was at full gallop. And Sure Shot kept his horse also at a rapid pace. After going a short distance, the trails bore to the left, toward the foothills of the range, along which the stage trail ran, and Litt.le Sure Shot felt certain that the


I THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. band must have a retreat somewhere in the mountains, and that Buffalo Bill would track them to it. That they had not anticipated pursuit, when not imme diately pursued from the stage -coach, the trail showed, the horses of the outlaws going in a walk. But the black had still been going at a gallop. Presently the boy halted. Something in the trail had caught his eye. I The tracks showed that the three outlaws' horses had been started off again, as though startled, and had been put to a fpll run. The youth turned and g lan ced about him. "Yes, they saw Buffalo Bill from here, for they could see back a mile over their trail, and they started at full speed. "And the black was going at a clipping pace, too, when he passed along here. "Yes, and I'll do the same, for night is near at hand. "Come, old horse, it strikes me there is work ahead for me to do, and yet here is night almost upon us." Dashing swiftly on for a couple of miles, the youth was compelled to look about for a camp, for night was closing in, asd he could no longer see the trail. But just as he halted he saw, far ahead, t he glimmer of a camp-fire. He at once continued on, for he had found now a beacon to guide him through the darkness. He knew that there was no miner's cabin in that re gion, no lone ranch, and it must be the outlaws, the scout, or a band of Indians. Approaching as near as he dared on horseback, he dis mounted and on foot made his way closer and closer to the fire. He even gained a position where he could see the little camp, and beheld three men seated about the fire. But he saw a fourth also, and his h eart almost stood still as h e beheld the form of Buffalo Bill lying prone up on the ground, as though the scout was dead. "My God! have they killed Buffalo Bill?" and with the words Littl e Sure Sho t grasped his rifl e firmly and crept still nearer to the camp. CHAPTER IX. AT SAN GABRIEL. Nate Nixon did not arrive in San Gabriel until a couple of hours after dark. He was always so promptly on time that a great deal of une asiness was being manifested by the miners and others that made up the settlement of San Gabriel, for it had leaked out that he was to bring back a large sum in paper money. When two ho!lrs had passed and the coach did not appear, Tom Totten, a good, all-around fellow, and the "big bug" of San Gabriel, called for a party to go with him to make a search for the coach. Tom Totten was the proprietor of the Win and Lose Saloon, and held a controlling interest in the inn, a gam bling saloon, and a store. Then he was captain of the Rangers, the home guard of San Gabriel, a frontier New Mexican settlement that could boast of as many hard citizens as other border camps a much larger population. Before the RaTi.gers could mount, however, Nate Nixon's stage-horn was heard in the distanc 'e, and a wild cheer went up. There were bets whether Nate had been held up or not, whether he had lost his money or saved it, and if it had or ha.9_ not an accident, a breakdown that had detained him. Only a few months before San Gabriel had been visited by an Indian raid that would have been most dis astrous to the place and its every int e rest had it not been for a warning give n by1Buffalo Bill to the waif of the camp known as Littl e Sure Shot, the Highflyer. Since then, though, th e Indians had given little trouble, the camp stood in awe of th em, while the road agents had become most to be feared, and had gotten some rich hauls from the coaches, Nate Nixon having been the only driver who had escaped th em. Now it would be seen if his good luck had stuck to him in this run. The sound of ;the wheels was soon heard, and all knew that Nate was driving more rapidly than was his wont. A few moments more and the coach dashed up to the door of the inn, while a great shout of welcome greeted it. "Thanks, pards, thanks." And Nate tossed his reins down, raised his hat politeiy, and then swung himself down from the box. He faced th e crowd, and all was a dead silence until T om Totten said: "We were just going to look you up, Nate. "What was .wrong?" "Road agents." "Ah!" And a groan went up from the crowd, for many had money at stake. "Then you were robbed?" "No, I wasn't." "You beat them off?" "Thar is two dead stiffs in the hearse, thet you kin looK at and see ef yer recognize them." The doors of the coach were thrown open and the dead bodies of the outlaws pulled out and dragged into the bright light of the Win and Lose. The masks were torn off and a shout went up, and a chorus of voices spoke two names.


\ i JO ... THE BUFFALO B IL L S TORIES. The dead outlaws were recognized as two men who were not clown on the Black List as "bad me n from Bitter Creek." Tn fact, they were supposed t<. be honest men :'I hes ther horses along, and each hed a belt pretty well loaded with boodle," said Nate. "You are lucky. '"But how did you do it, Nate, and save your money, too?" asked Tom Totten. 1 "I didn't do it all, fer I had help." "Vvho ?" "Ther Boy Highflyer, who used ter live afore he were discovered ter be ther Jonglost son of Colonel Farrar of Fort Comanche." "Good! The boy is a dandy for in when help is needed," Tom Totter). remarked "I heel ,,more help, too "Who?" "Buffalo Bill." A cheer arose at the name, ind all crowded more eager l y around Nate Nixon, for each one felt that the driver had an interesting story to tell. "Tell us about it, Nate," said Tom Totten, eagerly. "As soon as I has got ther dust out of my throat, so as I kin talk, I will." Tom Totten took the hint, and a glass of "the best" was set before the driver, who clashed it off with the air of a man vvho enjoyed it. Then, in his quaint way, Nate said: "I'll tell yer ther story, pards, but Jet me do it in my own way, and then yer kin catechize me much as yer like, fer I'll answer all questions "Yer money is safe, and, save ther old coach got a little scraping with a bt11let or two, no harm were done ,our side, and I has two dead men and ther horses and outfit te r s h ow. "Ef it hedn't been fer ther kid, Little Sure Shot, and Buffalo Bill, maybe you'd hev hed ter find ther story out, bein' as I wouldn't hev been here ter help y er. "Now, ef I is axed a question afore I gits to ther end of my trail I shuts up-so here goes, fer yer knows what ter expect CH PTER X. THl:i: DRIVER'S STORY TOLD. The story of Nate Nixon was listened to with the deep est interest by one and all. Not a soul dared interrupt him, for they knew if they did he would shut up as close as a clam, while he was willing to answer any questions after he had had his say. Of his own deeds, he spoke most modestly, took no credit for his having riskeJ his life in dashing away from the outlaws or having killed one. But of Little Sure Shot he spoke in the highest praise. He told how the boy had left the fort alone, after the sutler had informed him that he, Nate Nixon, was carrying thousands of dollars in greenbacks, and he had fo l lowed to protect the coach. Of the boy's long-range, crack shot with his rifle, Nate also told with enthusiasm, but did not consider that it was right to state that the box he was handing out was but a decoy, and not the one containing the money Nate knew his crowd, and did not doubt but that some one of the outlaw band might be in the saloon then, listen ing to him Then he told of Buffalo Bill's ride down the steep trail at breakneck speed, and that he had gone off on the trail of the road agents, who had taken to flight at h i s coming, and the shot of the youth, which had been fatal to one of their number "Now, pards, yer has my story as it were, and I wants ter ask yer who thet mad soldier is.'' "Never heard of him, Nate," and Tom Totten. This was the general response, for not one in San Gabriel seemed to know anything about the mad so l dier. "Now, pards, I is open ter questioning, when I says thet Sure Shot and Buffalo Bill desarves ther thanks of t h is layout." This was the general opinion, and Tom Totten set up drinks for the crowd at his exp e nse, and the health of the scout and the youth was drunk with a cheer "Now, tell us what thet kid are doin' out here, any how, since his daddy hev claimed him?" asked a voice, and the question seemed to grate somewhat harshly on the ears of all. As for Nate, he simply "spotted" the questione r as o n e h e intended to keep an eye on, but answered quick l y. "Ther boy is at ther fort, studyin' lessons, I hev hee r d, l arnin' ter be a soldier, and scouting around with Buf falo Bill. "When his father goes East, as he is ter do, I has hee r d, in a few months, ther boy will go, too, and try ter enter ther Military Academy, ter be a officer, and a dandy one he'll make." "Ef he don't git his chips called in afore he goes on ther hunt fer epaulets," said the same speaker, and Nate saw that he was a surly miner by the name of Nat Farley, a man who was generally feared as possessing an ugly dispo;;ition, ever ready to pick a quarrel. "He'll take his chances of bein' kilt, as any man does, and if he hes ter go, few men will meet death as thet boy will," said N' ate, rather hotly, and, seeing a breeze stirring, Tom Totten asked :


' THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. II "Well, Nate, what I wish to know is about that mad soldier. "Did not Buffalo Bill or the young highfiyer know whether any soldier had gone mad and escaped?" "They said not." / "And how many outlaws did you see?" "Three ther fust time, and I kilt one, leavin' two. "Ther next time ther' was four, and two of 'em was ther ones as fu'st held me up, and he got hold of a couple more pards. "It were ther same man as was chief, and did ther talkin' all along, and who do yer think he said he were?" And Nate turned so as to keep his eye on Mine r Nat Farley when he should mention the name of the road agent leader. "Who, Nate?" asked Tom Totten, and every ear was anxi ous to catch the name. "Why, Diablo Dick." A loud murmur went the rounds of the crowd. "Diablo Dick, the Desperado?" "The worst man in San Gabriel." "A rrfan-killer from 'wayback." "The man who kilt folks on account o' bullyin' thet boy, the highfiyer." "And made ther boy his pard fer life." "Yes, Diablo Dick, who skipped the camp, I heered, ter keep Buffalo Bill from arrestin' him f e r some crime he had done." "Well, Nate, it may b e Diablo Dick, if he said so, and yet I never considered him a bad man, save that he was awful ready with his gun; but, then, he never took any advantage and, as I remember, those whose chips he called in were, as we all know, the worst characters in the camps." "You are right, Pard T otten, he warn't a half-bad man, and yet ther road agent chief said he were Diablo Dick." "It is a wonder you escaped then, if he has turned outlaw, for he knows no fear; but we will soon know, if Buffalo Bill Little Sure Shot are on the trail of the road agents." "Thet don't m ean thet th ey'll git 'em," growled Nat Farley, and Nate Nixon did not allow the remark of the miner to escape him. CHAPTER\ XI. SURE SHOT ON HIS METTLE. The sight that he beheld about the little camp-fire on the creek banks was startling to Little Sure Shot. Instantly there swept before him the dread of evil he had had come over him. He recalled his fear that Buffalo Bill was in trouble, and needed him. But had he come too late? Was the great scout cold in death? He lay motionless, and to the boy it seemed that he was dead. Somehow, he had never connected Buffalo Bill with death and adversity. The scout had seemed always to have a loophole of escape. But had the end come at last, like the pitcher carried once too often to the well ? At first Little Sure Shot was so nonplused that he could hardly set his mind upon what he saw. But soon he r ega ined full control of senses and nerves, and took in the whole situation. Finding that Buffalo Bill was following them, and al o ne, they being three a gainst him, they had planned his death or capture, and he had ridden into a trap. If a prisoner, he must be rescued. If dead, he must be avenged. Littl e Sure Shot was on his mettle. The odds against him he did not take into considera tion, save to b e more cautious. H e would first find just where the horses of the men were. That they suspected no further pursuit was shown by their placing no guard, for the three men were in camp. And the three still wore their masks. Determined to find the horses first, Little Sure Shot sil e ntly b ega n the search. He crept as noiselessly as a snake through the timber, and at last found the horses in a bend of the creek, where there were no trees and good grass. There was the scout's horse with the rest. They were staked out to feed, and their bridles and saddles lay near. First, Little Sure Shot went up to the black, saddled and bridled him, and led him to the creek. The bank was shelving, so that he could ride down easily, and the water was not deep there, nor the distance across great. Fastening the black, he saddled and bridled the three other horses and led them to the bank. He could lead but one across at a time, for there was v1e camp not a hundred yards away, and the splashing could be easily heard by the outlaws. Mounting the black, and grasping the reins close of one of the other horses, the boy rode into the stream. Making a detour, once he got across, he went to where he had left his own horse. There he left the led horse. Then he rode the black back for anothet.


l ,. 12 l'HE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. The men could be seen, still seated about the camp-fire, and near it Jay the motionless form of Buffalo Bill. Another horse was taken across in the same quiet way and left with the others. Then another trip was made for the last of the out laws' horses. This one, too, was led across in safety, and when with the others, the boy tied the four together, bit and bit, and passed a stake line from each one on the end to his own saddle horse. Then he mounted his horse, and rode nearer to the camp of the outlaws. Halting when several hundred yards distant, he went forwarq on foot to reconnoiter. He saw that the men had finished their supper. But there lay the form of the. scout, and they did not appear to have given him anything to eat. So, again, the fear came over the boy that Buffalo Bill must be dead. "I will avenge him," broke from between his set teeth. More wood had been thrown upon the fire, and it was blazing brightly now. The three outlaws were plainly revealed, as also the prostrate form of the scout. It looked to the watching boy as though the outlaws did no t intend to remain there all night. Had they a retreat near in the mountains, he argued, they would have gone to it and not halted there. So it looked to Little Sure Shot as though they intended to leave their camp before long. What he did, then, must be quickly done. Nearer and still nearer he crept to the camp. The timber was quite open just there, and he had to be very careful in making his way from tree to tree. At last he got in the position he desired, and brought his rifle around for use. Another moment, and he was covering, with steady aim, the chief of the road agents. CHAPTER XII. THE UNERRING SHOT. Sure Shot had a deadly aim right at the head of the outlaw leader. Had he fired, the man would never have known what killed him. But he did not pull trigger. The rifle was lowered, and the boy gave a slight excla mation. Just in time to save the man from death, the thought had come to him that it was Diablo Dick, his friend I Thus he sat for a moment, undecided. "I do not believe he is my old pard, Diablo Dick, but I will give him the benefit of a doubt. "I would not kill Dick, if he had turned road agent. "No; I could not do that; so, whoever he is that leads the band, his life is saved through the doubt in my mind. "I only wish that I could see his face. "Now, to pick off one of the othe( two, and then I believe I am master of this camp." The youth f e lt pretty sure that if he killed one of the three outlaws, the other two would break for their lives. Dropping his rifle, then, he could use his revolvers and do what else he could to stampede the remaining two, and find out if Buffalo Bill were dead or alive. If. dead, then the boy made up his mind that he would keep hot on the trail of those two men until he could kill a second one and capture the man who he knew had called himself Diablo Dick. So the rifle was again raised, and just as the leader called out; "Come, we must get out of this, men." Hardly had the \ast word been uttered, when the finger of Little Sure Shot touched the trigger of his ritle. The flash and report came together, and the outlaw at whom he had aimed, just arising to his feet, sank back iu a heap upon the ground. Like a deer, the boy ran back to his horses, not waiting to see the result of his shot, and, nearing them, h e halted, placed his hands to his lips, and shouted, hoarsely: "Come .on, captain; I got one of 'em!" Then, with rare skill, he imitated the notes of a bugl(j giving a call, and, leaping into the saddle of his own horse, led the other four animals at a gallop straight toward the camp, as though cavalrymen were charging in response to the bugle call. But the outlaw leader and his remaining man had not waited an instant after that fatal shot, which laid low one of the trio. They had started in surprise and terror the shot, J stood a second, undecided, until the boy's voice was heard, and then they bounded away like deer toward where their horses had been left. At first, they feared they might have gone in the vyrong direction in their haste and in the darkness. No horses were there. They gazed about them in amazement and terror. "Is this the place, captain?" asked the man; "Yes." "But the horses are gone?" "What shall we do?" "Hark!" It was the ringing peal of the notes made by Uie boy in imitation of a bugle. "Come!"


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. With this, the leader bounded into the stream, crossed, followed closely by the other, and they then ran for their lives through the timber beyond. Each one believed that the scout and troop of cavalry had attacked their temporary camp. They had merely had time to grasp their rifles before they fled. Now they found themselves on foot in the night, but two of their band, that had been five in the morning, left to tell the story, and the chances against them, they be lieved, of their escaping with their lives. Like deer they ran, and back toward the camp they heard loud voices shouting out orders. It seemed to them that there were many men. Then came again the notes of the bugle, and this added to their speed. They believed that they were being pursued That the way they had gone had been discovered, and on they sped with all the speed and endurance that was in them. And back at the camp, the one boy that had fired the unerring and fatal shot, had shouted hoarse orders, imi tated the bugle call, and ridden his horse furiously about, leading other animals, would have laughed outright at the outlaws' stampede but for that motionless form lying there. Having become convinced that the outlaws were far away, flying for their lives, and not watching him, Sure Shot rode back to the camp, with dread at his heart at what he should discover. CHAPTER XIII. HOW IT HAPPENED. When Sure Shot had hitched his horses he approached the camp-fire with a feeling that almost unnerved him, for he had the fear that he would find the scout dead. There he lay, as motionless as before, and revealed by the light of the fire. But as the glow of the firelight fell upon the boy, revealing him distinctly, there was h eard the words: "Well, boy pard, is it you, is it? "I half suspected it, when I heard all that racket." With a bound, the youth sprang to the side of the scout, and cried : "Oh, Mr. Cody! "You are not dead, then?" "Not very, boy pard, though I had a close call; for, see this wound in my head, w here the bullet tore along, glancing on the skull, and cutting its way out." "I see it, and it was very nearly fatal." "Yes, for it knocked me out of my saddle and also stunned me. "\i\Then I regained consciousness, I was lying here, bound, and the road agents supposed I was dead, and were discussing what they would do with my body. "I am still a little dazed." "I don't wonder; but I'll soon have you all right." While he spoke, the boy was untying the lasso that bound the hands and feet of the scout, for the outlaws had bound him and made sure of him, should he not be dead. "Who is with you, Sure Shot?" "My horse." "Well, I at first si1spected you had a troop of cavalry with you; but, then, as no one showed up, I came fb the conclusion that you had, as usual, disobeyed orders, and come on alone after me. "But right glad am I that you did." "You see, I J1ad a presentiment of evil, and, as Nate Nixon was all right, I came on after you. "But I got one of the gang." "So I see. "He never moved a muscle after your bullet struck him." "And I've got their horses." "No!" "Yes; I sneaked them across the stream first, so as to be sure of them, and put the other two afoot," "Then, we ought to catch them." "No; I guess n ot, as they are on foot, and it is night. "Then, too, I've got to look after your wound, ati!,d we'd better go away from here and camp for the night, as, if those fellows did suspect the trick I played on them and return, they might give us trouble ." "You are right, but I don't think they will come back, for they went away from here like scared coyotes." "There, now you are free, and if you can ride a short distance, we will find another camp." "Oh, I can ride all right. "The wond has stopped bleeding, and when dressed will not trouble me." As he spoke, Buffalo Bill arose to his though he at first reeled as though dizzy from weakness. But he soon rallied, and, when the camp outfit of the outlaws had been gathered up, Little Sure Shot went over to the body of the dead man, and wrapped it closely j n a blanket. Then, with Buffalo Bill's aid, it was strapped in the saddle of one of the horses, and, mounting, the youth and the scout wh0m he had so daringly rescued, rode away, going back on the trail they had come. "We will camp in the valley near the last hold up yes terday," said Buffalo Bill. And, as they rode along, the scout told how he had come to be ambushed. "You see, Sure Shot, they sighted me soon after I did them. "Then I lost sight of them, but followed at a swift run, hoping to get within range of my rifle. "When next I caught sight of them they were all of two-thirds of a mile ahead, and fast disappearing in some timber. 1 "I remember now that I saw but two of them, btit supposed the other was on ahead. "I was not cautious enough, for the third was lying in ambush for me. "That was their littl e game, and I l ost. "For I remember only a shot, then all was blank. "When I returned to consciousness I saw a fire, and heard voices. "It was night, and I found I was bound, and, though my. mind was dazed, I listened and discovered the sit tfation.



THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 15 of gold, which, however he was not anxious to until he saw Buffalo Bill and the boy coming up the trail, and t hen he said : "If Buffalo Bill ai1d Little Sure Shot will go along to the fort with me this run, Pard Tom, I'll take back all the gold dust yer has in ther mines of San Gabriel, if ther critters kin pull it." "' "Well, as k them, Nate. "But "they've got a dead body there, and some led horses." "Thev has fer a fact. "You bet they've been right in it with b ot h feet, and ofad I is ter see thet ther boy found Buffalo Bill, and harm happ ened ther scout, afte r all." "He has his h ea d bahdaged up, I see." "So he has. "Been wounded, sure as shootin'; so ther kid wasn t far wrong in sayin' he heel a feeling of trouble ter happen ter Buffalo Bill." As Nate Nixon spoke, the sco ut and Little $ure Shot came within call, while behind them a short distance half a hundred men were hurrying along to see what had been the racket, as they had a dead body along and were known to have gone after the outlaws who had held up Nixon's coach the day before. "Ho, Cody, I'm glad to see you, ancl you, too, H1gh flyer. ;.What game have you there?" called out Torn Totten, as the two came within hail. "It's some of Sure Shot's shooting, not mine, and is one of Nate Nixon's foes, who held him up yesterday," said Buffalo Bill. "You seem to have been in ttouble, Cody, ... said Tom Tutten, as the scout dismounted. "I hav e been, but Little Sure Shot got me out-no, it is noth 'ing much, only a scratch along the top of my head, fir ed from ambush 1 "'I'll tell you about it, Totten, as soon as you have had some one put that body away mitil it can be buried. "By the way, see if you know the ma11 ?" "I do. "It is Lem Hollis; but I would never have suspected him of bein g a road agent, any more than I would the two men Nate Nixon brought in "Just find out who were their particular pards here, and you'll get at th e rest of the band; only don't let any one suspect your int e ntion," whispered Buffalo Bill. The body having been placed, with the other two, for burial that afternoon, the scout and Little Sure Shot went with Tom Totten to his own room to have a talk Nate Nixon accompanying them, while a messeng e r had been sent off after the settlement doctor to see Buffalo Bill, and who had far more gunshot wounds tQ, look after than he did cases of iUness. San Gabriel was a place for t health, though for cases of "sudden death it had few equals, and an undertaker was oftener employed than a doctor. Still, "Drugs," as the doctor was called for short, made a o-ood living in the settlement, as h e was also the and when he lost do cto rin g a patient by sudden death he made it up in burying him. 1 When "Dru

. 16 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. "There were seven men, I recall, who were close pards; seemed to form a of clan." "Who were they?" asked the scout. "Three of them are the dead ones brought in." "And the others?" "Were miners." "What are their names ?" Luly, Nat Farley, Mike Lemley and Porter Payne," answered Tom Totten. "Where are they ?" "I saw Luke Luly and Nat Farley here to-day, but Lemley and Payne I have not noticed for a day or two." "Suppose you send for a couple of dozen men, one at a time, Mr. Totten, as though to question them as to who these other two road af-ents could be, and amtmg them have the four men you have named appear." "All right; Mr. Cody; I will do it." "I will go out myself and select those I wish to come, and who would cause no in doing so to fall upon them." Going Tom Totten remained for half an hour or more, and when he came in he said that he had sent for as many as twenty men to come, among them the four whom he had mentioned. As sent for, one by one they came in, and they were quest\oned as to who they thought might be others of the road agent band. Men were very cautious then in San Gabriel of de nouncing any one, for it meant a fight, foot race, perhaps a funeral, and few had suspicions to express. Of the four named, Nat Farley expressed himself very decidedly that it was Diablo Dick and some unknown pard, who had got the three others to join them, and that no one else was implicated. Though examined apart, Luke Luly expressed the same views exactly. By a coincidence, the two last called in were Mike Lem ley and Porter Payne. They said about the same thing-that the three men who had been killed had doubtless been led away by Diablo Dick and the man with him, whoever he might be, and they would as soon have suspected themselves as the trio of pards that had been proven road agents. As for themselves, they said, they had only heard of the hold up an hour before, having been working a dis tant mine they had in partnership, and just come in. This ended the examination, and Tom Totten said: "Well, we are about where we were before, Mr. Cody." "Oh, no." "Why what have you discovered?'' "Much." "Ditto me." "I can put my hands on four of the road agent band, if not the two who escaped us, and I'll bet big money on it," said Little Sure Shot, and both Tom Totten and Nate Nixon looked at him in surprise, while Buffalo Bill said : "He is right. "Let matters rest as they are, for we need search no farther, only bide our time." CHAPTER XVII. A CALL FOR HELP Impressed with the words of Little Sure Shot, and the utterances of the scout, who, they saw, understood the youth, neither Tom Totten nor Nate Nixon asked any more questions, for they / saw that Buffalo Bill wished to let the matter drop for the present: That afternoon the three road agents were bui;ied, and the whole community turned out for the occasion. Buffalo Bill had been asked by Tom Totten if he and the youth would go as an escort to the coach the next morning, as a large amount of gold was to be sent, and he frankly said: \ "I will go for a part of the way with Little Shot, who can continue on to the fort with Nate, and Colonel Farrar will allow an escort from tHere." "But I sent a score of my scouts to await me in a cer tain place, and I will have to branch off the trail to go after them. "But Nate will get through all right." This was guarantee enough for Tom Totten, and he de cided to send the gold through the next morning. Bright and early the coach came around befoi;e inn, but the horses of Buffalo Bill and Little Sure Shot were not to be seen, for the scout thought it best to start ahead, before daybreak, and then not be seen going with Nate as an escort. t The horses of the outlaws Tom Totten had purchased from them, for none disputed their claim, as to the victor belonged the spoils, so that the scout and Little Sure Shot rode off mounted upon their own splendid animals. After passing the last miner's cabin Nate Nixon S3V them ahead in the trail, and as he came up, called out: "I'm mighty glad you is along, pards, fer I feels shaky about this trip, being as I has so much dust aboard." "All right, Nate, we'll follow within hearing of a shot, so as to be near if wanted. "At Red Range I'll leave you, for I am going after some of my men, to take them on to the fort, for I sent them to a rendezvous, expecting to make a scout with them. . "But things have turned out different since I left the fort; so I'll go after them, but Sure Shot will hang on your trail, and you know what he is." "You bet I does, and by the time we reach Red Range I guess I'll have passed the danger points, this side of the fort, at least. "Now,, I'll push on, and if I want you bad. I'll shout." The coach soon disappeared ahead on the trail, and the two pards followed some distance behind at a pace that would keep them within call. Several hours passed, and Nate Nixon was drawing near to the steep trail, which led down into the little valley where he had last met the road agents, and Buffalo Bill's coming, with Little Sure Shot's deadly aim, at long range, had scared them off. In glancing well ahead, Nate Nixon's eyes fell upon a horseman in the trail. "It's ther mad soldier, as I am a livin' sinner. "Jist what I shall do, I don;t know. "I don't want ter skeer him by firing a shot thet will /


-THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES b ring up my pards, so I'll jist palaver with him, ef he hain't on the shoot, until they comes up and catches him." So saying, he placed his revolver on the box by his side, and drove on at a swifter p;;i.ce. There sat the mad soldier, looking the same as when last seen He awaited the approach of the coach, and then called out, in a commanding tone : "Halt!" Nate Nixon promptly obeyed. "Where are they ?" "Who, pard ?" "The dead "They oughter be in their graves, but ef they isn't they hain't been seen, and what's more, I don't want ter see 'em." "You have not seen them ?" "No. "I must find them." "I has some pards a-coming who will be along soon, and maybe they kin tell you, fer they knows more about dead folks than I does." "Are they dead?" "No, they are very much alive." "I don't wish to see th e m. "I talk only to the dead." "Yer don t call me dead, d oes yer ?" "Yes, you are dead, as I am. I "We are lost spirits roaming upon earth, try ing to do that which we left undo ne when in the b o dy, and by which we will find eternal rest "I seek the dead, like ourselves, and must find them "Spirit brother, we will meet again." "Not if I see you first I'm blamed ef we will," cried Nate, positively frighten e d by the words and l ooks of the mad soldier who wheeled his hor se and darted awa y d own the river, unheeding the driv e r's call for him to halt. As he kept on, Nate grasped his revolver and fired three shots rapidly. CHAPTER xvrr:r. 'A SECOND APPEAL FOR HELP. \ In five minutes after the three shots were fir e d Buffalo Bill and Little Sre Shot were alongside of the coach. "Ho, Nate, did you drive them off?" "Pard Cody, I has be e n in close communion with a spirit." "Nonsense, Nate." "No, it were ther mad soldier.' "Ha! which way did he go?" "Down thet ridge." "Well, I will follow in his trail; you go on with the coach, boy pard, and-hark some one is comin g All listened, and heard sorne one coming rapidly toward the coach by a trail that came along the ridge and crossed the stage road. They sat with their revolvers ready, and a moment after there clashed into view a single horseman. He half reined up at sight of the 'coach, but instantly spurred on and called out : "This trail will take me to Fort Comanche, will it not?" His appeara n ce indicated his nationa l ity as Mexican, and he spoke English with an accent, while he was dressed as a military scout, and carried a sabre. "Yes, senor, but may I ask what business carries you in such haste to the fort, for I am a gove rnment officer ?" re sp o nded Buffalo Bill. A band of Comanches from the mountains of the Gila River cross e d into Mexico at Fronteras, and captur e d a number of wom e n and childr e n from the haci e ndas, along with much booty, and the Senor Major Fernando Her manas, of the Mexican Lanc eros, h as pursued them to the foothills, and sent me on to r epo rt to the commandant of the fort that he would b eg for aid to c o ntinue the pursuit." The man spoke ra pid ly, but n<\it a word did Buffalo Bill miss and h e thought and acted promptly, for h e said: Little Sure Shot, you return with this c o urier, and on your way go to the ruined old M.exican mission in the Reel Range, and there you will find twenty of my scouts; take them with you. "You know th e country where the Comanches have gone bett e r than any one e lse, and you can guide the Mex ican major there, and h ave my scouts for valuable alli es. "Nat, you are going o n t o the fort, and have heard what this c o uri e r says; so push ahead with all speed, and report it to Colonel Farrar, and just what I have told Lit tl e Sure Shot to do. "I will not give up the chance of catching that mad soldier; so I follow his trail at once, and if I lose it, will go on afte r Sure Shot. "Now you know just what to do. "Sefior, yo u ca n tell your command ant this young man is the son of Colonel Farrar, and the be s t guide in this part of the country, boy though h e is in years, and that h e thoroughly understands the Indians, having long been their captive in those very hills." "I thank the sefio r and I will at once where the young sefior l eads," said the lVIexican scout, politely. "\!\Tell, Sure Shot, I l eave the work to you; and there is no n eed of telling yo u that time is precio us, if you wish to r esc ue those Mexican women before the Comanches reach th eir strongholds." "I'm off; but do yo u tak e care of yourself, Sefior Cody, for I don't h alf like your going after that mad soldier alone." "Don't mind me, for I'll pan out all 0. K.," called out Buffalo Bill, as the youth and the Mexican scout started back on the trail by which the l atter had come. "Kow, Nate, give me full particulars about this mad soldier. and then we'll part company, and don't s pare your horses in getting to th e fort and reporting all to Colone l Farrar, as you know it." ''I'll do it, Pard Cody," answered Nate, and he at once rep o rt ed to Buffalo Bill just what had occurred at his meeting with the mad soldier. Buffalo Bill listened attentively, then waved a good-by to the driver, who drove rapidl y on, and, dismounting, examined with great care the tracks of the horse ridden by soldier. "I've go t his trail down fine-now to follow him," he muttered. Leaping into his saddle, he started off down the ridge, following the trail of th e strange man, who startled Nate by telling him that he was a spirit..


THE BU F F ALO BIL L S TORIES. In the meantime Littl e Sure Shot and the Mexican scout were flying a long at a rapid pace, for the youth was a good one to set a pace when help was needed. To the surprise of the scout, the youth spoke to him in fair Spanish, and began to question him all about the force of the Comanches, the way they had retreated the number of Mexican soldiers under t h e major' s command, and where they t hen were. "We'll head those Comanches off," he said, quietly, after hearing the scout's story CHAPTER XIX. BUFFALO BILL'S RIFLE-SHOTS. The old mission on the Reel Range, fortunately lay almost in the trail that Little Sure Shot and the Mexican scout had to follow to reach the troop of lanceros. The l atte r were some scores of mi les distant from the o l d mission, where the scouts were encamped, and to reach Buffalo Bill's men was a ride of a dozen miles from the point wherF the Mexican had come into the stage trail. The Mexican scout explained to Little Sure Shot that he had left his command soon after da y light, and the lan ceros were to p u sh slowly on after the Comanches until he returned with word, or help, from the Mexican fort. The commander of the lanceros had full knowledge that it was not his right to invade Ameri c an territory, but as no United States troops were n e ar. the Co manch e s n o t far ahead of h im, and many cap t i ves h a d b een ta k en he had decided to pus h on and word as soon as possible t o the fort of what he was doing, and ask for aid. Fortunately, the courier had met Buffalo Bill, and the scout had acted promptly, and as he deemed for the best, for his scouts, uncler Sure Shot, could be with the Mexican commander a day before the United States cavalry from the fort could reach there, and then, too, the young guide the saddle within an hour, Captain Sure Shot," said Ben Willis The two horses were soon stripped of bridles and dles, and staked out, and dinner was put on, while the scouts began to pack up for a long ride. In addition to the horse s they each rode, they had half\ a dozen led animals in case of accidents, and two of these carried the camp outfit. Dinn e r was soon ready, and a goo d, square meal it was, and then, to relieve the hor se s ridd e n by Little Sure Shot and the Mexican scout B e n \Villis ordered two of the extra animals saddled for them, allowing theirs to run l oose without w e igh t It was ju s t on e h our afte r th eir arrival at the old ruin, wh e n Little Sure Sho t rod e to the front witJ1 the Mexican sc o ut clos e by his side and the others foll o wing. "You are the captain ; s o s e t the p a c e and we'll keep with you Littl e Sure Shot ,'' call e d out Ben \Villis, calling the youth by the name h e was known by to all at the fort, for th e re w e r e no airs about the youth, if he was the col o nel's son, and ever since he had been restored to his fath e r and mother hi s greatest delight had been to go on sc o ut s with Buffalo Bill, and b e ready for any work or dutv. I ( n owing what his lif e had b e en s ince he had pai:ted with him a little b oy o f se v e n, nearl y ten years before, and h o ping to s e e him ent e r West P o int and bec o me a soldier, Col o n e l Farrar enc ourage d him i n all hi s wild career on th e pla ins. kn owing th al it w o uld serve him well in his pro f ess i on, a nd t h inki n g it w otil d be time for him to bu c kle dow n to h a r d s r m l y when h e sh o uld go Eas t. So it w a s t hat Li t tl e Sure Shot was building up knowl edge that would be invaluable to him as an o fficer of the army in corni n g years. for h e would kn o w the Indian and border life fro m the verv foundati o n and have learned all from years of hard and bitter e x p e rience CHAPTER XX. would be master of the situation, knowing the cou1,try as he did, and the Indians, believing that they could not be pressed hard on American soil by the Mexicans. In just an hour and a half Little Sure Shot and the T H E Bo Y G u 1 D E Mexican scout made the ride to the old ruin, for the trail Little Sure ShJi: did "set the pace," and it was one was a good one. that kept the horses in a sw e eping g allop . The scout on duty reported their coming, and as they He was anxious to overtak e the M e xican lanceros, find drew rein there stood just a score of splendid fellows, out just how far ahead 'the Comanches were, ahd then he known as "Buffalo Bill's Rifle-Shots," at the fort. kn e w with his knowledge of the country he could move They were a

THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "We will just reach them and they are the l a ncer o s not the Comanches ," he c alle d out. Keen scouts though they were, not another one had heard a sound. The acute ear of the youth had he ard the cl as h of steel and as all, after a f e w m o m e nts o f lis tening cau ght th e rumble of hoof falls and clashing of m e t a l they kn e w that the young guide had g o ne true and h a d made n o mistake as to who m they w e r e to me e t. Come pards, foll o w me, for the re c o me the Mexican lanceros," suddenly sh o uted Little Sure Shot, and drawing. his sabre, he dashed for w ard, follo w ed b y Buffalo Bill's swordsmen sc o uts. The Mexican lanceros were jus t filing out of a thic k growth of timber and, sta rtled by the sight of the charging scouts with th e ir s words draw n, quic k l y wheeled from column into line to m ee t, as the y believed, a foe. But on the left of the young guide the Mexican c o mmander suddenl y recogniz e d hi s o w n sc o ut, Pedro, and called to his men that they were fri e nds. Another moment and th e sc o uts had draw n r e in, and the Mexican scout said : "Senor Major Hermanas thi s yo un g s en o r i s sent b y the great s c out Buffalo Bill to gui d e yo u in pursuit of the Comanches. "I met the sep o rs o n th' e trail and the Senor Buffalo Bill also sent word to the fort for t roop e rs t o come lo your aid. "The young sen o r is the so n o f th e Ameri;ran c o mm andant Colonel Farrar, and he know s t his country p e rfectl y "I am glad to m ee t the Sen o r Farrar, a nd h a v e h is services as guide, for throug h a fri e nd at your fort l h ave heard of you and your strang e lif e r e plied Major H e r manas a handsome young o fficer darin g and r eso lut e in time of need, as he had sh o wn in invading A m e rican ter ritory rather than let the C o manches e s t a pe him. Sure Shot took his proff e r e d h a nd, thanke d him fo r what he had said and the n r emarke d : "You must pardo n me se no r, if I ask man y qu e stions, but I wish to know just what t o do. "By knowing the country I l e ft the trail and s a v ed a dozen miles heading you off here, and I can d o as much for the Indians." "Bueno! Ask what you please se n o r." "How many men have you, please?" V Ninety." "How far do you think the Indians are ahead?" "Ten miles, at least." "And their number?" "Not less than a couple of hundred if not a few more." "How many captives have the y ? "All of fohy-wo men and children "It i s now three hours before su n set, and if you will c onti n ue to follow on this trail, which th e y have l eft plain l y marked, keeping half a hundre d of your men with yo u and lending me the balance, I will pu s h through a p ass I know well, and head the Comanche s off by sunset. "Good!" "They know you are in pursuit?" Yes, we have seen their scouts watching us " V cry w ell; pus h them as hard a s you please, on l y do n o t ride intq_ an ambush and one of my m e n Will remain with yo u. "I can head them off within two hours b y the pa s s I sp o k e of, and th ey will find u s wai tin g for th e m and the surp r ise w e gi ve them will be w orth a hu ndre d troo pe r s to us at l ea st. " I a m r e ad y t o start wh e n y o u are sen o r." "I a m als o r eady," and aft e r a f ew w o rds of furth e r instru c ti o n t o the Mexi ca n office r a n d bein g i ntroduced to a lieutenant wh o was t o ac com p a n y him with thirt y-fi v e of th e Me xi ca n l anc erns, Little Sure Sh o t rode stra i ght acros s the r e d sk in trail, and d isappea r e d in the timber, Bu ffa l o Bill's s c o uts b;:-inging up th e r e ar. In a f e w minu tes th e t w o c om m a nd s were o ut of sight of e ac h other a nd both pushing o n th eir separate ways the Mexica n office r a n d hi s m e n g l a d to have such brave allies come to their aid. CHAPTER X X L LITTLE SURE SHO T'S S WOOP. The re was n o d o ubt in the m ihc\s o f th e scouts and M exican l a nc e ro s who w e r e foll ow ing him that the young gui de k new just wh a t h e was ab o ut. H e rode a h ead a t a cante r, t h e M e xica n o fficer by his side, a nd followed n o t r ail. He se emed t o be an x i ous to g e t in un de r th e shadow of the mo un ta ins, w h e r e th e timb e r was h ea v y A f t e r a ca nt e r of h a l f a n h ou r h e r e ach e d the ba s e of the m o unt a in, whic h th e re r o s e abruptly in a bluff, and c o uld n o t b e sca l ed It appeared t o h a v e th e same l ook all al o n g and yet the b oy g u i d e did n o t h es it a te, keeping up the same stead y g a it A t l as t h e turne d abruptl y off to the ri g ht, toward the b old b luff. T h e sco ut s k new t h at h e was in a land new to them, and w h e r e Comanc hes h e l d full sway. B ut t h e y d id n o t h e s i ta t e t o foll o w th e y outh unques ti o n ed. They kn e w th a t he h a d been a cap tiv e o f t h ese sam e C oma n c hes, a n d as a b oy h ad l e d a b a nd o f Indian youth s all thro u g h th ose ver y hill s and mountains. It s ee me d t o the sco ut s a nd l a nceros h o wever, that the r e w a s no break in th e b o ld bluffs But Little Sure Shot soo n cam e t o a small stream and rod e int o it. "Wh ereIndian p o ni e s ca n com e d o wn our horses can go u p," was t he onl y c o m me nt h e made, and s o k e pt on in the bed of the stre am th e o t h e r s foll o wing in Indian file It was soon se e n that th e stream came down through th e cliff b y a winding and s teep cours e But the l e ad e r h e ld o n and th e h o r ses of the others follow e d It was a climb o f a coupl e of mil e s but when at l ast the bo y turne d out o f the stream he was o n the top o f the moun ta in ran ge and am o n g a group of rocks that com pletel y c o nc e al e d men and h o rses "The Ind ian trail to th e villa ge was not a quarter of a mil e from h e re, se n or. It is cer tain th e band h a s n o t p a ssed, and the village is a dozen miles away; so they will continue on to it in tt.t


20 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. night-at least such is their intention-and try to lead the lanceros into a trap some distance from h ere "But we will head them off in that intention, and if Major Hamanas has pushed them hard we won't have long to wait. "I will go ahead on foot and reconnoiter." So saying, Little Sure Shot walked on ahead, leaving men and horses to rest where they were. He had not been gone half an hour before h e was see n returning at a run, so that the men were mounted an':! ready for action when he arrived. "They are coming; but we have time to get into position,'' he said to the Mexican major. Then he mounted his horse and again led the way. A ledge of rocks running along the ridge hid them from view from any one coming up the trail, and here they halted. All saw the well-traveled trail not a hundred yards away. "If no redskin comes from the village and discovers us, we are all right for a surprise ; but in two h o urs time they could bring a th

THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 2I my father has sent, and which will doubtless come by the stage trail, and we can hold out for a day or two at least." "If our ammunition holds out," was the significant reply of the Mexican major. "Then let no other shot be fired unless it is to kill. "No more firing at random, sei'ior. "We can fill canteens, and water our h orses at the stream tbis side of the hill I speak of, and that must la s t us until help comes. "The l owlands are just ahead, where you see the light, and we'll go at a rapid trot from there, to be able to get into position and ready by the time the main force comes up, for they will come with a rush, you may be'certain, to wipe us out before help comes." The plan of the youth was at once decided upon, and two of the scouts, mounted upon the best horses in the outfit, at once started upon their errands, for they knew that once out of the mountain timber they would be surrounded and cut off. The party then was closed up in close order, and the rapid ride began. Once they had left the mountain trail, the Indians cir cled around them, and harrowing shots were fired into the crowded ranks. But on they pressed, caring for dead and wounded, as it happened to be, and never halting long until the stream was reached. There the horses were allowed to drink all they cared for, the canteens of soldiers and scouts were filled, and the start was made for the little wooded hill. "They know our intention, senor, and have go1fo there ahead of us. "We will fire a volley and then charge in," said Sure Shot. The volley did deadly work, and reveal ed how well the youth had predicted, for there were a number of Indians there before them. But the fire stampeded th em, and a few minutes after the tired band were on the hill and at bay, to fight for their Ii ves. CHAPTER XXIII. BUFFALO BILL ON HAND. Fires were built in the timber, to show the advantages and disadvantages of their position, and a line of scouts was thrown out to keep the Indians at a safe distance. The captives were placed among the rocks, the horses grouped toge ther and as much as possible, supper was prepared, and then the men were placed in posi tion to fight it out. Then the fires were put out, a)! save the one where the captives were, and in darkness the devoted band awaited the result, The Indians seemed to have given up the attack, so silent were th ey, but Little Sure Shot and others, who knew the redskin nature, were well aware that the rein forcements had come up from the village, and their num bers were steadily increasing, while they were waiting until the peep of day to make their grand charge, which they were determined should sweep all before them. Slowly the passed away, and half an hour before d'!-wn Little Sure Shot, Major Harmanas, and Ben Willis went the rounds, waking up the men and preparing 'for the attack. Just as they were expecting to see the Indians moving toward the hill, across the ope n plain, half a mile distant, toward the mountain, there suddenly burst forth one long line of flame, and fully three hundred rifles flashed, and as many bullets were sent into the mass of red humanity the n moving against the hill. The deep roar and red blaze of one, two, three cannon shots followed, and the bursting of shells was heard and seen, followed by wild bugle calls, a roar of many voices in a cheer, a wild warcry, and a hundred gallant troopers went charging into the Indian ranks. "That warcry came from Buffalo Bill's lips," cried Little Sure Shot. "Right you are, boy pard. "He has led the force between the Indians and the mountains," said Ben Willis "And, senors, we will go to the attack also," called out the Mexican major. There was mounting in hot haste, of lanceros and scouts, and out from behind the timbered hill fifty lanceros and a dozen scouts. The dawn had come now, and the charge of the be sieged party caught the Indians between two fires, anq th o ugh there were over a thousand warriors, they fought for a while only and broke in a wild stampede1 the cav alry following th em in hot pursuit. At the head of the command from the fort was a gallant officer by the name of Frank Foster, a captain of cavalry. It was throu g h this officer and Buffa l o Bill that Little Sure Shot had his identity discovered and been restored to his parents. Allied with Buffalo Bill in secret service work to track clown certain criminals, Captain Foster had gone to San Gabriel as a sport, had played his cards well, and in the end .had been, through Buffalo Bill, Little Sure Shot, and Diablo Dick, the means of saving the settlement from the Comanches. Returning to his duties at the fort, Captain Frank Fos ter had watched the car eer of Little Sure Shot with great interest, and when Nate Nixon 11ad driven into the post, a couple of hours ahead of his time, and delivered Buf falo Bill's message, Colonel Farrar had ordered Foster to take a force to the rescue of the Mexican captives and the support of.the daring major and his lanceros. Frank Foster could get more out of men and horses, it was said, than any other officer, and certainly he was not long in getting three hundred infantry troopers and three guns on the march. But when the y left the stage trail, a couple of hours before midnight, it was found that they had pushed ahead so rapidly it was not known just which way to go from there, and instantly a halt was called until morning. But just then there was a cheer heard, and into the midst of the command dashed Buffalo Bill. He had just come from a lone trail, he said, but told no more. He recalled just where th e Mexican scout had said the lanceros w e re, the trail the Comanches were on, and he at once offered to lead the command to the base of the mountain before dawn. Captain Frank Foster as prompq 1.ecepted, an d tho


22 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. march was begun, Buffalo Bill riding to the front with a doz en of his scouts: To a man like Buffalo Bill all was plain sailing in a country he had scouted over, and he set a good pace, and more, meditated as he went, and the idea came to him that if th e lan ceros had pressed on in pursuit ot the Co manches they would be well up in the mountains by dawn. So he pushed ahead with several men to reconnoiter, and thus made the discovery of the retreat of the lan ceros, the position they had taken up, and that a large force of Indians was in pursuit, and assembling for an attack. Thus discovering the situation, he went back to Cap tain Foster, and guided the command to a point between the redskins and the mountains, and the first the Co manches knew of their presence was the deadly volley the infantry p o ured into their midst. Thus had the Indians met with another crushing de feat and severe puni s hment within half a year. Leaving the cavalry to press the pursuit, Captain Fos ter, with Buffalo B ill, rode forward to meet Major Hermanas, who was seen at the head o f his lanceros, and with Little Sure Shot by his side. CHAPTER XXIV. BUFFALO BILL HAS SOMETHING TO TELL. The meeting between Captain Foster and the Mexican major was a most cordial one, Litl e Sure Shot introducing them, and makipg a few words of explanation as to what had been done by the lanceros. The victory over the Comanches being a complete one, the Mexicans were invited to camp with the Boys in Blue, and the capti".es were most kindly cared for by the United States officers "That young sefior is a most remarkable person, sefior captain. "He led the pursuit; was our guide, and won the victory in the mountains, afterward guiding the way through imp e netrabl e darkness to the hill where we stood at bay. "You should be proud of him, sefior captain." So said Major Harmanas, and Captain Fos ter repli ed: "We are, for he is the admiration of all at the post, and this but adds another laurel for his brow. "I a gallant career for him, sefior major." During their conversation Captain Foste r's men had been preparing breakfast, and the Mexican lieut ena nts, Little; Sure Shot, and Buffalo Bill were also invited to the mess. After the meal was dispensed with the Mexicans prepared for their return into their country, with the-. cap tives they bad retaken, and warm thanks were bestowed upon the Americans, while three rousing cheers were given for Little Sure Shot, others then following for Cap tain Foster, Buffalo Bill, and the American soldiers, all of which the Boys in Blue returned with a will. As they moved away Buffalo Bill said: "Now, Captain Foster, I wish to have a private talk with you, and Little Sure Shot." "Certainly, Cody, I have felt sure you had something on ;,::our mind since you joined us last night. Come, Sure Shot, and we'll hear what Buffalo Bill has to aa, .. Orders had been given for the care of the wounded, and that the command would remain in camp where they were :or a coupl e of days, as tho ugh intending a march up into the mountains against the Indians. So the three fri e nds, such the officer, the scout, and the boy were, sat down on a serape off to themselves, and Buffalo Bill began his story. "I left you yesterday, Little Sure Shot, to go on the trail of the mad soldier, whom Nate Nixon told us of, you rem embe r," began the scout. "Yes, and I was mighty anxious to go with you." "I saw that, put as it has turned out, we all acted for the best. "Now, I picked up the trail of the mad soldier's horse and followed it for miles. "At last I lo st it, where it entered a small stream. "While trying to find it my horse started, and glancing behind me, I saw, to my amazem en t, that I was being shadowed m yse lf, and by nothing less than the mad sol dier. "I wheeled and started in pursuit at once. "But my h o rs e was tired, his as fresh and fleet as a deer, and he dropped me out of sight. "But I still stuck to his trail, and again lost it. "While looking for it my h o rse gave another violent start, and once more I beh e ld the mad soldier. "He was shadowing me as before. "I b e lieve I was a little upset at this, for he had cer tainly doubld on me most strangely. "Bu1'_ again I started in pursuit, and as before he kept easily ahead of me. "Night was near at hand, and, determined to get within range to bring down his horse by a shat, I spurred on hard. "I urged my horse cruelly, but to no use, and to my sorrow I found, for I had driven the noble animal so hard that h e fell with me, to rise no more. "With very unpleasant feelings, I assure you, I took off m y saddle and the rest of my outfit, hung it in a tree, and, with regret at the death of my brave horse, started on foot back to the stage trail. "I had not gone two hundred yards from where my hors e fell, when right in my path I found the splendid black horse of the mad soldier. "I recognized him at a glance, and he had been hjtched there as though his rider had seen my horse fall, and had left the animal there for my use. "At least so I felt, and I at once unhitched the animal and mounted him. "As I did so, afar off on a beyond which the sun was setting, I saw the mad soldier standing and calmly regarding me. 1 I started for him, and he at once disappeared. "But I determined to still pursue him, if I could reach the cliff before darkness set in, and so I started after the mad soldier once more." CHAPTER XXV. FOUND AT THE LONE GRAVE. With deepest attention both Captain Frank Foster and Little Sure Shot had listened to what Buffalo Bill had to


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES . j vVhen he paused they made no comment. They were sure that he had rr\ore to tell. After a minute the scout continued: "I flanked the cliff, found a trail, and was riding along it when it grew too dark to see "But I continued to press on, giving the horse free rein until suddenly I reined him back with a force that threw him up o n his haunches. "And any other rhan would have done the same at what I saw. "In the darkening twilight I beh e ld, on my right, not ten feet from me, a white cross at the head of a grave, and standing by it a man clad, it seemed, in a fatigue cav alry uniform, yet of white. "One hand was pointing upward, the other down at the grave. "I admit I was startled for an instant, but I quickly col l ected myself and called out : "'Well, pare!, got tired of lying in the grave, so you've turned out to prowl as a spook, have you?' "It was light enough for me to see the white form start, and at once came the answer: 'That is Buffalo Bill's voice "'Are you Buffalo Bill?' "I answ e red promptl y and th e n came the startling re-ply: 'You are on the h o rse of my mad pard. 'I am Diablo Dick.' "I tell you it was a start, a surprise to me; out l was out of th e saddle at o n ce and ready to face Diablo Dick, just as his humo r inclined, as friend or foe. "He was the former, for he st e pped forward with ex tended hand and said : 'Buffalo Bill, now I can offer m y hand as a square man, and I do have a story to t ell, a mystery to explain; but do you go at once and bring Captain Frank Foster here, and I want the boy, Little Sure Shot, also. "'Much, everything, depends upon them, and I shall await you here; you cannot miss th e place, for yo u can follow the trail from the cliff, the way you came. 'Will you go?' "I at once promised to do so, mounted the black, after a few more words with Diablo Dick, and then started for the fort. "I met you, Captain Foster, commanding the force sent to the aid of the l anceros, so I could do nothing but guide you then. "But if you turn the command over to Cap tain Nevms, I will gmde you to where yo u will find Diablo Dick, the mad so l dier, and a surprise for yo u both." "I am ready to start at once, Cody," said Captain Fos ter. ''I'm with you, pard," was the gay r esponse of the youth So Captain Nevins was sent for the command turned over to him, and the three pards started on the trail to solve the mystery of Diablo Dick playing ghost, the l one grave marked with a cross, and the mad officer. It was late in the afternoon when the cliff was reached, and Buffalo Bill led the way into a narrow pass, beyond which ran the trail he had taken the night before. The black horse, in the l ead, went on unfalt eringly, and the captain and Sure Shot followed, wondering what it all meant, for the scout had offered no further ex planati o n. A ride of a mile and th e timb e r was entered, and beyond was seen the white cross, while near it stood the form of Diablo Dick There was no doubt as to the man, for Little Sure Shot and Captain Foster reco gnized him at once, and though he was clad in cavalry fatigue uniform and slouch hat, his suit was white. Ho, Dick. old pard, I'm awful glad to see you," said Little Sure Shot springing forward. The hands of the two clasped warmly, and the man asked, his voice quivering: "Did you think I was as bad as the worst of 'em, little pard ?" "No, indeed, I never would believe you were an out law, Dick." '"That is true, Diablo Dick; he defended you through all," said Captain Foster. 'Yes all those who knew you best did, Dick. "But you loo k as though you were playing ghost," said Littl e Sure Shot. ''I have been, but for a purpose "I have something to tell you, Captain Foster, and that will surprise you all," said Diablo Dick, impressively. CHAPTER 1 XXVI. A STRANGE STORY. In a short while the party of four were seated near the grave, and Diablo Dick said: "Littl e pard, I wish you to liste n well, for you are intere s ted deeply in my story, and I hop e you will try and l ook into the past as I talk, for I address you tell you what I have to say, for the captain and Buffalo' Bill know of what I tell, as soon all will have come back to them. ''It was nine years ago now that an army paymaster was going through this country with a small escort, and with pack mule s carrying a large sum of government gold, se nt out of the mine? "Attacked by Indians, the paymaster was forced to bury it, aided by a lieutenant and a sold ier, for he did not wish to trust too niany with the secret. 1 "The treasure lies buri e d in yonder grave, and is in tact, and the body of two dead soldiers, killed by Indians are on top of it. "Now, the paymaster and the little force were forced to suffer unt old hardships were captured by Indiz .i..r" and only escaped after a long while


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "But two only gained the fort, the lieut enan t and the soldier. "It was at last decided to send a force after the gold, guid e d by the lie utenant, who had been promoted to cap- tain, and the soldier, who had become ordnance sergeant. "They were accompanied by a scout, eight soldiers, and a little boy of seven, who was allowed to go, as no danger was feared then, his father being in command of the p ost "What happened to them was not r eally known, as they did not r et urn, and months after bones were found, and it was certain that they were all that remain ed of the party. "Several years after an u gly rumor was heard in the fort, to the effect that the sergeant had been false to honor and all, had leagued with outlaws, and, entrapping the party, had all owed all to be massacred, and then divided the booty with his confed e rates. "The story was believed, and he was secretly outlawed, and Buffalo Bill had orders to capture or kill him at sight, for it was said he was hovering about the mines. "To get at the outlaws, if possible, Buffalo Bill and Captain Foster turned ferrets, th e one going to San Ga briel as a pretended sport, the ot h er visiting the camps, and then were you, Little Sure Shot, found and returned to your parents. "This was proof that you had not been massacred with the others. "But to find the false sergeant was the thing to do, and yet, in Diablo Dick, so changed he was, neither Captain Foster nor Buffalo Bill recognized the one-time sergeant, Leroy Lester, who was said to h ave been a traitor, while the same charge, I now kncfur, was laid against his com mander in the expedition after gold, Captain Louis fingwell. '"The truth of all this was that renegades, white men, led redskins to make that attack upon the party. "Captain Leffingwell was wounded and carried to the Indian village, as was the little boy, yourself, Master Farrar. "I, the sergeant, was spared by the outlaw leader, for I had once saved his life, and he told me if I wouJd go in with him that he would share the gold with me. "I promised, for reasons that are plain, and said I would guide hin1i to the hiding place of the gold, for, wounded as he was, Captain Leffingwell did not know, and would not have told to save his life even. "The Indian chief, whom Captain Leffingwell had treated most kindly at the fort, took him and the boy to his village and car e d for them, while my outlaw friend, the leader, was killed in a row with his men, and I was taken to an outlaw retreat in Mexico, to be tortured until I confessed where the gold was. "I did not tell, and years after made my escape and, a changed man in appearance. I came to San Gabriel, to learn that Captain Leffingwell and myself were regarded as traitors, and that he wa7 not believed to be dead, but in hiding. "My first duty was to hunt down that outlaw hand of renegades, whom I heard had found the gold, and so I dared not go to the fort, fearing my story would not be b elieved. "The men I killed at San Gabriel were the men who massacred that gold party and brought ruin upon the captain and myself. "I was o n a trail of revenge, and became known as a man-killer-so be it. "Then I m;t you, Little Sure Shot, and at last learned who you were, that you were the little boy the Indians had taken with them. "My next move was to find o ut the fate of Captain L effingwell. "Before doing so c ame my J one hunt, for I had become mixed in my mind as to where we h ad hidd e n that gold, and had discovered that the r enegades had not gotten it, after a ll. "So I went on regular hunts, to try and find it and that would be proof of the inn ocence of Captain Leffing well and m yself "But the Indian raid on San Gabriel came, and, fearing that I would be r e cognized by you, Buffalo Bill, and arrested, I t ook to flight. "I went b o ldly to the Indian village, and there I found that Captain Leffingwell had been there all these years, that hi s mind was crazed from his wound, that the Indians r ega rd ed him with awe, and only lately he had es cap ed taking the chief's best horse, a Mexican outfit, and gone no one knew where. "In time I left the Indian village, and once more began my hunt for that gold. "One day I came suddenly up o n Captain Leffingwell, and he was mounted upon the chief's black horse, dressed in a tattered uniform, and, to m y dismay, I saw that he was mad, for he told me that he was in of dead comrad es, and that he also was dead. "l hit up o n a way to gain his confidence, for I pre tended I was a spirit also, and thus he took me to his ca.r11p, a mile from here, and he it was who led me to this grave, the hiding place of the gold "And more, he said that he stood duty here at sunrise each morning, and I must do the same at sunset. "I did so to humor him and I whitened a uniform he had with him for he had brought several in his escape from the Indians, the clothing of the slain soldiers, and I was plotting and planning h ow to get him to the fort, when, last night, as I took my stand at the grave, to my


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. joy, you came upon me, Buffalo Bill, I believing it to be the mad captain." "And where is he now?" asked Captain Foster, in a low tone he having, with the others, been spellbound by the story told by the unfortunate victim of cruel circum stances. "He is in our retreat. "I will guide you all there now, and I b e lieve if you go about it right, Captain Foster, you may bring the poor captain out of his long dream of madness. "He is ne;ver violent; he has

.;:> Rather late in the year for snow, isn't it? We have a snowstorm here thougha good s iz ea o n e, too. It s a peculiar snowstorm thougha snow s torm o f lett er s s e n t in by thos e boys who e n t ere d this contest last w eek. The editors witl read every one of them -the mor e the merrier. Don't you want to add your flakes to this s nowstorm and st a nd a c h anc e of w inning a pri ze. List of pri zes on page 3f. Returned from the Dead. (By J ohn Ash West Lynn, Mass.) A few yea r s ago a friend and I took part in a horr ible parade he l d in t h is city on the Fourth of July. My friend wore an o l d batte r ed s i lk hat, an o lc;l rn sty coat, and a long, traili n g brow n ski r t, using a n old gray um brella as a c ane. He did l ook funny. A short time a fter th i s, this same fri end met a most tragic encl. A few n ights ago I dreamed I was working at my bench in t h e s h op when I heard a band playing i n the street below. I rnshed to the window and saw a parade coming up the street. As the front of the parade reached the window it. stopped, and there in t h e front, leading the parade, I r ecognized my dead friend, whirling the old umbrella and d r essed in the identical costume. He looked up and called to me, but it was the l::mdl ady calling me t o get up a n d go to work Capt ur ed by Jes s e J ames. (By R aynor L Saxe, Willoughby, Ohio.) For the past two months I have been reading a good deal about Jesse James and his band of outlaws, and a few nights ago I had a dream about being captured by Jesse James and his outlaws. There is a mountain about ten miles from here called Little Mountain. I dreamed that two other boys and my self went there on a coon hunt. We got to the foot of the mountain and then sat down and took a little rest. we started to hunt up the mountain We got up about a mile, whe n one of the boys looked back and saw a fire. He said: "Look, boys, I wonder what that fire is back there." The rest of us looked back, and we made up our minds that it must be some one camping out. We thought we would go back and see who it was. We got about two hundred feet from the fire and stopped and looked. We saw a party of about twenty men; but, to our great sur prise, there were three or four men bound to trees. Then we thought the best thing for us to do would be to get away as soon as we could So we turned and started to run, but a voice called "Halt!" vVe kept on running. Crack! crack! went revolvers, and two of the boys went down. So I thought I had better stand still. Two of the men came and got me and took me over by the rest. They then bound me to a tree near where the othe r three were bound, and then they went back to finish the i r supper. I did not know who the outlaws were. I asked one of the men who was bound near me, in a low whisper, who the outlaws were, and he told me that it was Jesse Jam es and his band. I then thought for sure that my life had C

THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. row at the of the cliff. I will say 'One! two! three! Go!' and when I saw 'Go!' push them oi: the cliff, and they will be dasheq to death on the rocks below." The men did so, and Jesse James said: "One two three Go!" The men gave the four of us a push off the cliff and we went dow.n, down, down, and just as we were about to strike on the rocks below, I f ell out of my bed on the floor and awoke, and was very glad to find it only a drean1. One on the Mountains. (By George Schertel, Union Hill, N. J.) In the year 1901, in the merry month of June, I and my friend were traveling through the country to se e some part of the world. When we reached somewhere in Pe1111sylvania we were put off the train, as we were roughing it. When night came we were looking for a safe place to sleep, and soon discovered a farge mountain, so we started to climb until we found a suitable place. 'vVe were very tired, so were soon in slumber. That night I had a fearful dream. I thought I was climbing the side of a lofty mountain, and that my fri e nd was with me. It seemed as though we had been climbing for hours and would never reach the top. there came a deep rumbling sound, and the mounta111 b ega n to shake and tremble. I thought at fir s t it was an earthquake. Then I came to the conclusion that the mountain must be a volcano. I started to rw1 down in terror, when all at once the ground .seemed to give way beneath me with a roar that was simply terrific, and I fell with it, with nothing before me but a deep black abyss. Horror seized me now. I was falling, falling; nothin? could save me. I felt C-harlie seize me by the l eg. Hold on, for God's sake!" I heard a voice cry. "Keep your shirt on, George, and I'll do my best to save you yet!" I was awake now. To my unspeakable hor ror, I found myself hanging, head downward, halfway over the cliff, from which a dense cloud was rising. It was broad daylight, and Charlie was behind, holding me 1 by the leg. This alone prevented me from clashing ward to my doom. "I've got you, old pal I Don't give in! Pull yourself together! Now try!" It was a moment of life or death. Either of these it might prove, but it was not a moment for delay. "What shall I do?" I asked. "Keep perfectly quiet and don't move about so. I'm going to try to draw r:ou up." I felt rising slowly. The rough projec tions of rock caught 111 my coat and tore it to ribbons. "Saved!" I crit!d. "Saved! God bless you!" What fol lowed I will not mention. A Box of Diamonds. (By Harry Russell, Colorado City, Col.)' I dreamed last night that there was going to be a box of diamonds thrown into the river, so I and my partner got a raft and rowed to the middle of the river. We stopped a:nd looked and there we could see a lot of Mexicans walking around. The water was very clear. Just then some one came over on a boat with a box. We .)VOndered what was going to be done. I went and asked _, them. They said they were going to throw diamonds away. They a box dgwn and it landed right in front of a Mexican. My partner got excited and jumped down. I saw him light. He moti"oned for me to come and I did. Just as I lit I woke up found myself on the floor. A Christmas Ni&'ht's Dream. (By A. Fred, Hancock, Mich.) ..,. night. The candy, nuts, etc., were playing football 111 my stomach. I turned and twisted in bed like a water-logged vessel. Try as I would, I couldn't find a place to fit my poor overloaded body. I heard the tower clock at the City Hall as it struck eleven, then twelve, the n one. Whether it struck two or three that morning don't know. I listened patiently to hear it again, but It seemed to that i.t have stopped. So I gave up all hopes 111 that dir e ction and watched for the first gleam of morning. But it did not appear, so I resigned myself to fate, and-fell asleep. I didn't fall far. I l

THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. His face no l onge r showed that triumphant grin. He looked like the demon he really was, and lift ing the stone, he threw it at me. I tri ed to dodge, but it caught me on the back of my head and sent me to my knees. I looked up again, but the hole seemed far away It was winking and dazzled me. Just then I heard the ding dong of the City Hall clock. I woke up and found myself on my hands and knees in bed sta rin g through the window at the afternoon sun. It was 2.ro P. M when I came down for breakfast. A Dream of the Midnight Murder. (By Chester Detrich, Chicago, Ill.) The dream I am about to tell you is of a vVedn esday night murder and hold up. lt was just twelve-thirty o 'clock when I was driving in the plains of Missouri and was about through with my journey and was riding com fortably when suddenly a shot was beard and it went whizzing by my head Then another and a severe pain came across me, and I put my hand to my breast and blood was flowing rapidly. Suddenly a man came in back of me and knocked me on the head with a billy, which knocked me senseless on the ground, and twelve men held revolvers while one searched me. Then some of my friends from the fencing club came on their horses down the path I was going, with their swords and rev olve rs and as they saw me lying on the ground, they knew me and a bloody fight followed There were ten in number of these fencing men and each had two swords and gave ten of the hold-up men a sword to fight with. The other two had escaped, but while doing so, one of my friends shot and killed them, and th e n the duel came off. The ten hold-up men were killed and only one of the fencing-club men was injured. / A Warning to Other Boys. .. (By Joseph F. Quirk, St. Louis, Mo.) I had just come home from a party at one of my boy friend's house, and as I was very tired went straight to bed. I dreamed that I had been at a dance that evening, and was dancing with all th e young l adies, when I hap pened to see a beautiful young girl sitting over in one part of the room, all by herself. So I thought it would be no more than right for me to go and ask her to have the next dance with me Well, I did, and as she answered yt;s, of course I danced with her Well, when that dance was over I led her to a seat, and after thanking her for the honor she gave me, I off. I had danced two or three other dances, when I noticed this same girl sitting by herself again, so I went to her and asked her if I could not have the next dance with and she said yes again, so I had that d;:mce with her. We1t ,.that h appened three or four times, w h en finally the last !'lance was starting up, and I saw her again s itt ing alone. I went and asked her if I could have the last dance with h er, and she said yes We danced it, and of course it wa.s my place to see her home, so I said to her: "May I see you home?" She hesitated a minute and then said that I could. "Although," she said, "my carriage is right outside here." So we got in and rode about six or seven blocks, when we stopped in front of an elegant mansion. The footman alighted and helped us out. The young lady then asked rne if I would not come in and have lunch with her, as she said she had been used to eating when she came home from a dance. I was about to refuse, but she insisted on me coming in, and although I did not find out her name the whole time I was with her, I went in and she took me right into the dining-room, and I saw that the table was set for two. I was wondering to myself if I was intruding on any body else, when the young lady asked me to excuse her for a minute, and I, of course, said: "Why certainly "While she was gone I looked around the place, and it cer tainly was the most beautiful place I was ever in. After l ooking at everything that was worth looking at, I began to think my lacly friend was never coming back, and so I waited and waited until I finally got tired. I got up and got my hat and coat and was just about to go out, when I qeard somebody put a key in the door. I was a little frighte ned when the door was opened a11d there stood a man. He asked me what I was doing there at that time of the night. I tried to explain to him that I had just seen his daughter home from dancing school, and with that h e c ontradicted me, and said it was not his daughter, as the only daughter he had was crazy and in an asylum. I told him I knew b etter. It mmt have been his daughter, and he said it was.not; it mu s t have been one of his servants. I t old him it was not. Then I looked up and there, coming down the steps was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen, all robe<;! in white with her hair hanging down her back. I turned to the man and said: "vVhy, there i s th e g irl I brought h o me." Tl1en I woke up and found that my mother had been calling me for at least fiye minutes, and finding she could not wake me, had sprinkled me with a cupful of water in my face. I can assure you it brought me to my senses pretty quick. A Runaway Man. (By Martin McMurtry, St. Louis, Mo.) One night, after riding around all day with a friend of mine, and feeling very tir ed, I went to bed about eight o'clock. I dreamed that .my friend and I were driving on a high grade with very steep sides and a car tr?-ck in the center. The hor se, which was afraid of cars, took fright at a passing car and ran toward the side of the grade, which was fifty feet deep, and off; but, strange to say, we were not hurt. The horse came down on his feet and the wagon right side up. I thought everything was all right, and was about to speak to my friend, when he jumped from the \ Vagon and sta rte d to run across the lot, yelling at the top of his voice. He ran to the center of lot and picked up an o l d telegraph pole which was lying there and sta rted to swing it around, kn9cking over the crowd which had gathered about, and then t h rew away the pole and started off o.n a run toward a row of bluffs on the east side of the city, about a mile <).way. I started after him with the horse and wagon, but the faster the horse went the faster h e would go, until h e got to the hills. He started up, so I got out and started to follow


. THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. him on foot, the hill being so steep the horse could not climb it. He ran on for about a quarter of a mile, when he came to a deep canyon, which cut through the bluffs. He stopped on the side and starfed to l ook down. I was afraid h e was going to jump, so I called to him He turned around and l ooked at me, and th en started toward some trees which grew near. He picked up a dead limb, which was l ying on the ground,. By this time I was up pretty near the canyon. He hap pened to see me and started toward me with the limb, and shouted that he was going to kill me. I could tell now that his mind was affected. I did not know what to do. He was so close I could not turn around and run back so m y o nl y chance was in jumpin g the canyon. It was about fifteen f eet wide, but I did n ot stop to think about that, so I ran to the side and made a big jump. For a while I thought I would get across all right, for m y feet hit on the other side, but the earth gave away beneath me. I started to fall and slide down the steep sides. I th o u g ht I never would stop falling, and all the time I could h ea r my friend up above lau ghing, but at l ast I came to a stop then I woke up. I was lyi11g at th e bottom of the steps, and my broth e r was up at t h e top l aughing at me. The Circus. (By Eldridge Buffum, Holyoke, Mass.) One night, after I had be e n reading a paper, I had a dream. I thought I went to a circus, and just as I got in the big tent I h ea rd the cry, "The lion i s l oose!" I l ooked and saw the lion grab a littl e gi rl and kill h e r. The n the beast saw me and started for me. I ran and could h ea r it close b e hind me. Just th e n I got caught in a rope and f ell. I awoke to find myself on the floor. I was c r y glad it on l y ci. dream. A Midnight Hold Up. (By William F. Perdue, Alexandria, Ind.) I had worked ha rd all day, and when ni ght came had the h eadac h e Now, whenev e r I have the h eadac he I al ways have a strange dream, and this time was not an ex cepti on. Two robbers knocked at the door, and not kn ow ing who they were, I go t up out of my chair to open the door. The moment I had opened the door, I saw two men with black masks o n their faces standing before me. I also saw two revolvers aimed at my head. "Hand s up!" said one, gruffly I wasn't slow about obeying "We want your money." I had just drawn ten thousand jlollars out of the bank that day to use and I knew if I gave it up I would be a poor h1an. So I told a lie. "l haven't any money," I sa id. "We know better than that, for we saw you draw a large sum .put of the bank." "I haven t any money in th e h o u s e," I proteste,d. "I know yo u have, and you h ad better hand it out quickl y," said the one who was doing the talking. Still I made no move indicating that I was going to hand any money out. "We'll shoot if you don't hand it over." Still no move from me. Seeing that I did not intend to obey, one of the robbers pulled the trigger three times in rapid succession. Two bullets entered just below the heart, while the other flew wide of the mark. I experi enced an awful sensation. I knew death was fast ap proachin g and I hated to die, but my time had come. But I determined to die game, and I reached out to trip the robber while I could, and I got hold of the bedpost. I found myself lying on the floor with the bedclothes on top of me. \ A Dream o f a Spirit. (By Wiley McTaggatt, East Pittsburg, Pa.) One even, after eating a very late lunch I went to bed very tired. It wasn't long before I was dreaming of all kinds of thin gs But there was one dream that I remem ber more distinctly than th e rest. It was this: It seemed that I was working near a graveyard and all at once I h ea rd people talking and shouting. I looked up and saw a l a r ge crowd in the g rave yard Thinking it was a funeral; I didn't think any more about it until one of my chums came along and wanted me to go with him to see what was the matter. So I l et my work go and went with him. As we n eared the place I asked a man who was standing nearby what was the matter. He pointed his fingers in the directi o n of the crowd and said, Look!" and with that h e f ell back like one dead. I look e d where he had pointed and saw a sight of horror. "-s I l ooked, the hearse that contained the corpse seemed t o be falling to pieces, th e top and sides seemed to float away in the air, and out of the coffin there seemed to arise t wo h eads Their faces looked as white as wax. As I l oo ked again I saw in these faces the features of two of my dearest friends, one of whom had been dead a good while, and th e other I had see n a few weeks before well and stro n g. I wanted to cry ou t but speech failed me. All at once my chum gave a groan and fell down at my feet. I woke up th e n and heard a train whistling, and I think t h at wa s ,,h at woke me up I was so scared I couldn't g-o to s l eep for a good while afterward : This is a tr11P dream. A Frightful D r eam. (By John B. Sanborn, Hartford, Conn.) In my dream I found myself in Nevada, in a house or buildin g which seemed to me to be li ke a hotel. In a conversation, which opened there, we agreed to make up a party to visit the silver mines and examine the silver ore. We proc eede d th ere upon horseback Upon arriving at th e mines I was the first person to dismount. There was what appeared to me like a lot of wood scat tered around in circles or heaps. I sprang lightly down upon one of th ese circles or heaps which I thought were heaps of wood, and then I found these heaps or piles were soft and yielding substances. The discovery caused a shock to me, and I bounded up only to fall back or to drop down upon other heaps for many successive times The last time I came down I struck or fell upon a


.THE. RUFFALO BILL STORIES. beautiful mound, and it was at the mouth of a silver mine, and those heaps which I thought were piles of wood were instead collections of dead snakes, mingled together where they had been killed by some of the miners. On entering the mine through the tunnel, we to walk quite a distance. 1 First we saw a small amount of silver shining around us, and as we advanced farther, the glow and sparkle of the silver increased, until the sight was dazzling and most beautiful to behold. \Ve walked on anti on, and sudden ly, as we turned in the windings of ou9 walk, we beheld a net work of the silver, shaped or hung like a network of frosted silver, resembling a barricade or impediment, on our onward path. We were amazed and surprised at seeing so s11ddenly such an unexp cted s i ght, and were about to place our hands upon the network, when, from some dark and liidden nook or hiding place, a most unnatural being "prang into view, and advancing toward us, exclaimed: "Stand back! and p1ace not your hands upon my treasure, for it .. all belongs to me. Return to the world above, or else, under my guidance, go to where more beautiful sights await you." Going on after the strange being, we came upon ines timable quantities of sparkling, g lowin g and dazzling heaps of pure virgin silver, more beautiful and costly than that which we first saw. Suddenly our guide exclaimed : "Behold what is before you !",,and !poking, we saw an immense receptacle or in closure about two fret deep. "There," said our guide, "are the sentinels, or protectors, of my silver riches." I, spokesman for our party, said: "TJ1at acco1'mts for many .:makes at the entrance of the tunnel." The guide thenexclaimed: "Depart instantly from this place and seek the right tunnel for silver ore, for my friends here, the snakes, will defend myself and riches to the bitter end." We waited no longer, but fled as our guide to take on a dangerous aspect. And when I awoke I found my pet dog and mother cat and five kittens clustered to gether-'on the outside of the bedclothes, holding me down, and I was struggling to free myself. A Dream of Africa. ( By James Woods, Decatur, Mich.) One evening I was reading a story about Africa and sat up quite late to finish it, and when I gQ.t through I went fo bed. Being tired and sleepy from rea ding so much went to sleep and dreamed that I was in some village in Africa with another white man. He and I st'.1-rted to another village, about twenty-five miles away, with a\>out five natives. Both of us were quite heavily armed. We had to cross a plain, go through a small jun gle, and climb some low ranges of mountains. We started in broad daylight one morning and traveled all the fore noon, and ate dinner at the edge of the jungle. In the afternoon we started into the jungle, and I could hear "' the monkeys chatter at a distance, while at other times the lonely squeak of a tree reached my ears". I was all the time some large beast would spring out of some thicket as we passed. We traveled all the afternoon in this way, now and then being interrupted by the curious cries of apes. About sundown found us corning out of the jungle and climbing up the slope of the mountain range. Here my dream changed . I dreamed I was on anoth er mountain slope opposite my My only hope was to get back to the other slope, which my friends were climbing. It was getting dark and I could just make out the outline of my friends as they were climbing the slope. I called, but they did not hear me. So I ran with all my speed in their direc tion. I ran down the slope and into a little valley, and soon came to the bank of a small stream. I did not have time to think, but buckled my rifle to my belt and plunged in. I swam to the other side, climbed out, and when I got on my feet I looked for my friends, but they had passed out of my sight over a little ridge. I ran with all my might, calling as I went, but all of a sudden I stopped my calling, for right in front of me, behind a little bush, was a huge male lion. I looked at niy rifle, but it was u seless, and I took to my heels and ran up a hill, knocking my feet against the rocks. The lion came roaring after me, and all at once l1 came to a precipice. I was just getting ready to jump, when9the liori made a spring and grabbed me, and both I and the lion went over the preci pice. I gave a scream and awoke, only to find myself all covered with perspiration. I was lying crossways on the bed and my brother was l ying across me, and when I thought the lion struck me was when I hit mv head on the bedpost, for there was a bump on my head. I straight ened myself around in bed and soon dropped off to sleep. A Bear Hunt. (By Garland Connell, Prescott, Arizona.) One day, after I had been on a long hunt, I came home very tired. I went to bed about eight o'clock, which is very, early for me, and had a 'very queer dream. I dreamed that another fellow and I were out hunting bears. My friend pointing to the ground : "There is a large bear track." I said: "Let's follow it and maybe we can get a shot at it." We went about two mile's, when we saw a large bear on a little knoll or ridge . My friend took first shot, but missed. I tried to shoot him, but my gun snapped and the bear gave a loud roar and started for us. My friend and I started in opposite directions, but the bear took after me. When I saw h e was after me, my legs wouldn't move, and the bear gave me a terrible slap on the side of the head, knocking me about tt!n feet. I awoke with a start, to find myself lying on the floor with my nose skinned'\ I was almost scared to death when I went back to bed COLDEN B

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BUFFALO Bill STORIES r CONTAINING THE ONLY STORIES AUTHORIZED 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 s py Shadower; or, The Hermit of Grand 70--Buffalo Bill's Secret Camp; or, Trailing the Cloven Hoofs. 71-Buffalo Bill's Sweepstake; or, Hunting the Paradise Gold Min e 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 e Agent Round-Up; or, Panther Pete's Revenge. 77-Buffalo Biil and the Renegade Queen; or, Deadly Hand's Strange Duel. Bill's Buckskin Band; or, Forcing the Redskins to the \Nall. 79-Buffalo Bill's Decoy Boys; or) The Death Rivals of the Big Horn. So-Buffalo Bill's Sure Shots; or, Buck Dawson's Big Draw. 8rj-Buffalo Bill's Texan Team; or, The Dog Detecti ve. 82-Buffalo Bill's Water Trail; or, Foiling the Mexican Bandit 83-Buffalo Biil's Hard Night's Work; or, Captain Coolhand's Kidnaping Plot. 84-Buffalo Bill and the Scout Miner; or, The Mounted Sharps of the Overlan d. 85-Buffalo Bill's Single-Handed Game; or, Nipping Outlawry in the Bud 86-Buffalo Bill and the Lo:;t Miners_;_ or, Hemmed in by Redskins. 87-Buffalo Bill's Tenderfoot Pards; or, The Boys in Black. 88-Buffa l o 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 Bill's Crippled Crew; or, Sunflower Sam of Shasta 91-Buffalo Bill and the Boy Scout; or, The Tenderfoot Tramper of the Overland. 92-Buffalo Bill s )'oung 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 Mystery-Man's Talisman. 95-Buffalo Bill's Gallant Stand; or, The Indian's Last Victory. 96..:.-Buffalo Bill and the Black M ustang; or, Dick Dearborn's Death Ride. 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 of the above numbers always on hand. If yo u cannot get them from your newsdealer, five cents a copy will bring them to you by mail, postpaid. STREET & SMI TH, Publishers, 238 William Street, New York. ,. ...


The Biggest Success of the Year I Was made by Street and Smith's Big Detective Library, The Old Weekly It is the largest library of detectiye stories published, as well as the ltest. JOSIAH BROADBRIM, the Quaker detective, is a favorite all over the country. The are fu.scinating and exciting, and contain the true solUtions of many of the great mysteries of crime that have never before been explained. Here are the numbers published so far : LIST OF Tl'f'.LES. 1. Old Broadbrim, The Quaker Detective; or, Solving the Mad House Mystery. 2. Old Broadbrim Fighting a Clique of Crime; or,. The Detective's Ghost Ally. 8. Old Broadbrim In a Race for Life ; or, The Thirteen Days' Fight. 4. Old Broadbrun's Crimson Knot; or, The Bats of Baltimore. 5. Old Broadbnm On a Perilous Quest; or, Running a Band of Assassins to Earth. 6. Old Broadbrim Chasing the' Bank ; ot, A Brilliant. Piece of Detective Work. 7 Old Broadbrim On a WaterFront Trail; or, Breaki'ng up a Dangerous Gang. 8. Old Broadbrim On. an Ocean Chase ; or, The Diamond Smuggler's Great Invention. 9. Old Broadbrim Solving the Railway Myster,,y; or, The Millionaire's Strange Death. 10. Old Broadbrim Finding the Millville Robbers; or, The Miser of Great Wallingford. 11. Old Broadbrim After the Gold Brick Swindlers; or, The Blacklock Bum: o Gang. 12. Old Broadbriru Among the Thugs of Harlem ; or, Landing a Big Catch. 13. Old Broadbrim On a Abduction Case; or, The Trampmg King of Ireland. 14. Old Fighting Western Desperadoes; or, Playing the Counterfeit Game. 15. Old Broadbrim Forcing Their Hands ; or, The Panel Thfeves of the Tenderldn. 16. Old Broadbrim On a Kidnapping Case; or, The Search for a Young Heiress. 17. Old Broadbrim Destroying the Swamp Angels; or, The Mysterious Crime of Gotham Court. 1 8 Old Broadbrim Up Aga4ist Grave Robbers ; or; The Tomb Hunters of Tavistock. 19. Old Broadbrim Seeking the Man in Black; or, Miser Ben's School ofCritne. 20. Old Broadbrim Untying a Tangled Knot; or, One of the Queerest Cases on Record. 21. Old Broadbrim Bafilinl? the Dark Terror; or, The Cnmes of the Red Hands of India. 22. Old Broadbrim Revealing a Double Life ; or, The Clew of the Blood-Stained Paper. 23. Old Broadbrim Keeping His Vow ; or, The Tangled Mystery of the Quaker City. 24. Old Broadbrim Trapping the Foxes ; or, The. Crime of the Boathouse. 25. Old Broadbrim On the Trail of the Iron Frog ; or, Who Killed Percy Manson ? 26. Old Broadbrim In Ticklish Places ; or, Huntiug a Banker's Assassins. 27. Old Broadbrim Playing a Desperate Game; or1 The Mystery of the Red Dragon. 2 8 Old Broadbri .111 Playing a Master Stroke; or, The Mystery of Pier No. 4. 29. Old Broadbri!h Foiling a Fiend ; or, Game From Start to Finish. 3 0. Old Broadbrim On a Hot Chase ; or, The Bicycle Highwaymen of Coney Island. 31. Old Broadbiim Settiug a Smart Trap ; or, Marked With a Double Cross. 32. Old Broadorim Into the Heart of Australia ; or, A Strange Bargain and its Consequences. 33. Old Broad brim Doomed by an Invisib1e Hand I or,. The Victims of the Vial of Death. 34. Old Broadbrim in the Jaws of a Tigress; or, A Fight Against Fearful Odds : These stories ma)' be purchased for F'.ive Cents at an7 newsdealers, t'rcnn STREET SMITH, Publishers, 232-238 WILLIAM _STREET, NEW YORK CITY.


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