Buffalo Bill's fiery trail, or, Lone Bear's paleface pard

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"ftienn(?(?ml1@ ffiO[b[S A \tVE 'EHLY P BLI CATI ON DEV6TED TO BORDER Hl5TORY I#Wd Wujly. .By Srdm:rij>t wtt 111.50 j>er year. Entered as Second-da11 Matter at the N. Y. Post Office, by STREET & SlllTH, 7q-8Q Seuenlli .Aven w N. Y, E n t wed acc1Jrd"r lo Act 1Jf CIJtt,rress ;,, tlu y ear 1qo,s, '" tlu Office qf tlu li6rariatt t>f Cott,eress, Wasllinl(t1J tt /), C. Beware of Wild West imitations of the B u ffa l o B ill S t o r ies. They are about fict i tious charact e rs. The Buffalo Bill weekly is the only containing .the adventures of Buffalo Bill, (Col. VI. f who is known aU over the world as the king of scouts. No. 2J8. N E W YORK, July 15, 1 905. Price Five Cents. . BUFFALO BILL'S FIERY TRAIL; OR, HARRY M. LlNE. Lone Bea14.,s Palefa c e Pard. By the a u tho r of "BUFF ALO BILL" CHAPTER I. CHEYENNE AND DAKOTA. .;,,J.j .,. titled "Buffalo Bill's Cheyenne Comrades; or, The Bran d of the Death Brotherhood." It was now the middle of the fall, and the three scouts Of all the fine hunting countries in the old wild vVest- were sitting around their camp fire on the bank of a smq.ll, em days there was none finer than Wyoming, which is limpid stream about fifty miles from the Montana border, still, in spite of the progress of civilization, perhaps the in the heart of the finest hunting country in all Wyobest game preserve in the States. ming. It was a territory in which the king of the scouts, BufThey had finished an enjoyable dinner of deer meat falo Bill, had often bagged grizzlies, mountain lions, and coffee, and were lying at full length on the grass, VlOlves, and other big game, in company with his steadtalking over the adventures they had encountered to!!,}t .friends and brave comrades, Wild Bill Hiclwk and gether and speculating as to what luck had attended the Wharton. hunting of their ) Cheyenne comrades. / ...,_.,_hey had, therefore, been willing enough to accept Two days before, they had left the redskins in order / the invitation of their "blood brothers," the Bear Cheyto take a little hunting trip on their own account. ennes, to take part in their fall hunting. That it had been successful was proved by the nu-The circumstances under which the three scouts bemerous pelts that were strewn upon the grass, drying. came allied with this Indian tribe and the thrilling adSeveral of these skins were tnose of the feroci o us grizzly ventures which they went through together were fully and the dangerous mountain lion. described in the last' story in the Buffalo Bill series, enA single glance at the three men would have been


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. enough t o sho w that such success as they had met with was n o t unus ual with them. They were all men who were accustomed to conquer their foes whether tho s e foes were the wild beasts of the prairie and fore t or the nobler game-man. Of the three men the on e wh o pre sented the most striking and impressiv e was tall and hand s o me with flowing, black hair, broad well-set shoulders a head throw. n back fearlessly in the manner of a man used to command and piercing fiery eyes that had in them a lo o k of indomitabl e will and courage. Even in that territory, which was full at that tim e o f all the bravest and boldest spirits of the Wild Wes t he was a man w ho would hav e attracte d much more than a passing glance . Coh William F Cody-for the man was that famou s frontier sman-1 was n o t yet in the zenith of his fame, bu t his name was known all over the West as that of one o f the best shots and most skillful and fearless scouts. Wild Bill. was a man of much the same type as hi s friend and leader except that his hair was a light gold and he was much more reckles s in character He had n o t the border king's skill as a leader of men, but he yielded to none in courage and resolut i on. Nick Wharton, the o ld trappe r was a gre at contra s t to his two comrades. H e l o oked as usual the first cousin to a scarecrow His hunting jacket was a patch, work of ragged coonskins and rabbit skins sewn care lessly together. Y he wa s not a man whom anyo n e would have f e lt inclined to laugh at or take liberties \.vith. There was a merry t w inkle ip his eye, and hi s m o uth every now and then into humorous line s a s if he was enj oying some quiet joke all to himself. But all the s ame, was a look of stern resolution on hi s fac e, a nd lines that showed he had be e n through man y d e sperate adventures and periled his life again and a ga in. 'Thet mount'in lion you killed this afternoon war an all-fired big un, Buffler ," s aid Nick, as he threw a fresh log on the fire and puffed at his pipe. Yes ," admitted the bord e r king, looking at the skin, which stretched out o n the ground, "He was pretty nearl y as big as that on e which got y ou do wn in a b ea r pit and pretty n e arl y s ettled you two years in Colo rado. "Durned luck y for me y ou pump e d l e ad into him wh e n you did ," Wild Bill remarke d. "If y ou had been a f e w seco nds later I guess I'd hav e be e n a g on e coon "Oh, I don't know aqout that," sa id the king of the s couts "You still had your b ow i e knife, though he had kn o cked the rifle out of your hand." Y ou know how much good a knife is against an angry mountain lion. I'd have be e n dead meat sure enough Buff'ler, if it hadn t be e n for y o u. Be for e B uffa lo Bill co u cl make an answer to thi s re mark, Nick Wharton sudaenly e x t e nded hi s arm and po inted to a coupl e of s mall specks far off on the di stant plain, away to the south. The prairie was growing dark, for the setting sun had already sunk below the western horizon. The three scouts ; stared intently at the specks, fot in those wild days, when the various Indian tribes were still unsubdued and bandits were numerous all over the West, a ny approaching stranger might be a possible foe. The specks were very indistinct and for some mo ments nothing could be made of them. Then WiJd Bill said: "I guess you've got the best eyes, Cody.' Can you make out .what the trouble is?" "It l o oks as if there i s one man riding ahead for all he s worth, and several oth e rs are piling after him in a bunch. There' s an almighty lot of dust. I guess some p oor devil i s bein g chased. 11 wonder who the a r e ?-Indians, I s uppose. Well we'll stand read y to take a hand. Jumping coyotes! how they are traveling! I cw't make them out clearly because of the dust. The plain is pretty dry ." "Shall we ride out and m e et them?" asl

' THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 3 suspected that he was one of the" Bear Cheyennes a brave who had probably been sent to them by Lone Bear, the young chief of the tribe, with a message. He told his friends in a whisper what he believed, and they gripped their rifles tightly, ready to fire as soon as the pursuers drew within range. They were all three on the best of terms with the Bear Cheyennes, and had found them true and loyal comrades. They owed them a great debt for saving the life of Buf falo Bill from the desperate brigands known as the Death Brotherhood of Montana, and they were eager to repay ,_, that debt. As the brave who was fleeing came nearer, they could see plainly that he was a Cheyenne, and that he also had his war paint on. This surprised the scouts, for when they had left Lone Bear's hunting party, only two days before, the tribe had beeri at peace with all its neighbors. What could have happened in the meantime? "I know that fellow!" suddenly exclaimed Buffalo Bill. "He is Red Tomahawk, Lone Bear's most trusted brave. He must have been sent to us with some call for help. The Cheyennes have got into a quarrel with some other tribe hereabouts." He looked long at the pursuing re dskins, who were more than half a mile behind the fugitive. "They are Dakotas, I believe," he said. "I can't see them very well yet, but they look as if they belonged to Ill that tribe Wild Bill whistled under his breath. "Dakotas, eh?" he muttered. "They're a durned strong tribe. If Lone Bear has managed to get into a _,.quarrel with them, the Bear Cheyennes are likely to have a tough time of it." "Do yer sagashuate as they air near enough fur a shot, Buff'ler ?" asked Nick Wharton. "Wait a little. Let them get a bit nearer, and then we can fire two or three times at. them before they get out of range-if it should be necessary." The Cheyenne came on straight toward the camp fire without the least hesitation. He seemed to expect that it might be the resting place of those who.m he had come to seek. The Dakotas, however, when they saw the blaze of the fire, seemed alarmed They evidently suspected that they be led into an ambush, for they slackened speed, lly reined up their horses and stopped to see what 1appen. The solitary fugitive went past the camp fire at a swift gallop, and cast a disappointed glance at it, as if he was sorry not to find the friends he had expected there. He saw the traces of recent occt,pation, even in the brief mom ent that his horse took to thunder past; but the scouts were so w ell hidden i n the wood that h e could n o t detect their presence. Buffalo Bill was on the point of giving him some sig nal that they were there, but he thought better of it, deciding that if the Cheyenne passed by the Dakotas would be lured on. I So it turned out. When they saw that their quarry passed by the fire and sped onward over the prairie, they shook out the reins of their war ponies and came on all the faster for the orief breathing space they had had. They saw the foe escaping them, probably cursed them selves for having halted, and determined that they would have his scalp in spite of it. In a few minutes they had drawn within close range of the timber in which the three scouts were hidden. They bore the tribal emblems of the Dakotas, and, like the Cheyenne, they were decorated with the gaudy of their war paint. "Ready, Buff'ler ?" murmured Nick Wharton. "Yes-let them have it!" replied the border king. CHAPTER II. A MESSAGE FROM LONE BEAR. The crack of the three rifles Gf the scouts was almost simultaneous. They v,rere men who were not used to miss their aim, aucl such close range was the easiest kind of shooting to them. The pursuing Dakotas were thrown into the wildest confusion by this sudden and unexpected attack. They had given up the idea that they were being led into a trap, and had concluded' that the camp fire had in very truth been deserted. Now, as they rode boldly on, they were suddenly as saEed, and three of the best braves in their party rolled from their saddles and writhed in the agonies of death upon the dry grass of the prairie. For a few mdments the redskins were too confused to know what to do. Then they recovered thek nerves and turned the heads of their horses toward the clttmp of trees from which the flashes of flame that had cost them so dearly had come. They took the favorite Indian precaution of hanging down behind the flanks of their ponies, as they rode to ward the timber in an oblique line, hoping that they would thus obtain some slight protection from the bullets of their hidden enemies. It was nine against three, but the three had the advan tage of good cover and of wonderful with the fine repeating rifles which they handled. The fight was over in a brief space Of the nine Indians, only three reached the fringe of the timber. Their ponies were shot down, and as the y rushed forward on foot they met the fatal bullets of th e scout s One brave, penetrating to the edge of the brushwood,


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. saw Buffalo Bill behind a tree, and blazed away at him 1 The Dakota chieftiin was riding away at a grett rate, with a revolver. He fired three shots, but not one of and the Cheyen ne would probably have failed to overtake them took effect, for, like most Indians he was a bad him, for his horse was fagged with the hard ride it had marksman with the unfamiliar weapons of the palefaces. taken. As the warrior fired the third shot, Wild Bill brou ght But, after he had gone some distance, the Dakota him to the ground with a well aimed bullet. looked around and saw that he was only being followed Nick Wharton had meantime accounted for another of by one man. Under the circumstances, he scorned to the Dakotas, w ho had rushed in almost to hand-grips continue his flight, so he reined up his steed and waited with him and tried to brain him with his tomahawk. for his enemy to approach. There remained but one of the enem y The three scouts, from a distance of about a quarter He was a tall savage of bold and dignified bearing, o f a mile, watched the fight, which was one of the pret who was evidently a chief, judging by the insignia of ti est single combats they had ever witnessed. that rank which he won:. Both of the braves were experienced warriors, with He carried a gun in his hand, but it was only a comgreat reputations among their own people, so that it was mon "trade" rifle-not a repeater. He had fired the one a contest of champions. They were expert in all the red shot it contained without hitting his enemy, and now he skin tricks of managing a horse and handling their threw it away in disgust, for he knew it would take too weapons. long to reload. The Cheyehne had a rifle in his hand but when he Drawing his to1-r{ahawk from his wampum belt, he drew close and saw that his adversary had none, he fired shrieked the war whoop of his tribe defiantly. a shot in the air, and then chiva\rously threw the weapon The scouts might have soot him with the greatest of away and drew his tomahawk. ease, but they were not the men to take a mean advanThe Dakota responded by raising his own weapon and tage of an enemy-even an enemy so fierce and merciless giving him th e salute reserved for chiefs. He appreas the Dakota. -. ciated the magnanimity of his foe, who had been trained Buffalo Bill and Wild Bill both threw down their rifles from his youth up in all the better traditions of Indian without a moment's hesitation, and stepped out of the chivalry. c over they had taken. They were prepared for a hand-to hand fight with the "They're a couple of fine fellows, aren't they?" said Buffalo Bill to his comrades. Dakota with the cold steel-even though his tomahawk was a far more effective weapon than their knives. Bnt before they could advance to him h e vaulted on one of th e surviving horses, which was standing near by, and rode off in the direction in which h e had come with his co mrades. The sco uts hastened to thefr horses and thou ght for a mome nt of pursuing him, but when they saw what a big start he had they gave up tlie idea. "Le t the poor devil go!" said the king of the scouts, looking after the retreating figure. "We've accounted for so many of them that we can afford to let him keep his hair. He can carry the news back to his tribe." B ut, in saying this, Buffalo Bill reckoned without the Cheyenne warrior. When i1e heard the firing and saw his enemies fall from their ponies, Red Tomahawk had made all possible speed back to the scene of conflict, !Japing to get a chance to lift a scalp himself before the little battle was ove r. He was almost too late, but when he saw the solitary survivor riding off he shook out the reins and urged his horse to its topmost speed. As he passed like a flash the spot at which the scouts were standing, he waved his hand to them and saluted them with the ear-splitting war cry of the Bear Chey ennes. "Sure!" ejaculated old Nick Wharton. "But they'll do thar little best ter lift one another's hair, spite of all thar durned politeness." He was right. The combat was a fierce one, and two braves soon showed that they were very well matched. They approached each other very cautiously, circling round and round on their horses, and hanging down be hind their flanks by a foot and a hand. Slowly, as they whirled in circles round one another, they drew nearer and nearer, until' not more than twenty or thirty yardf divided them. Peering cautiously' over the backs of their horses, they awaited the chance to fling their tomahawks with deadly effect. But they both hesitated to do so, for both knew that a miss would disarm him, save for his knife, and he would be practically at the mercy of his foe. At last, after what seemed an age to the wh: l who were watching so eagerly, the Dakota lifted his W well above the back of his horse. The Cheyenne also showed himself, the momerit after, and made a feint of throwing his tomahawk. The Dakota was deceived. He thought that the weapon had really left the hand of his enemy, but, in reality, it was tied to his wrist by a long cord, and it fell onto the grass about five paces in front of his reined-up horse.


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES .. 5 The Dakota thought that, by a lucky fluke, it had slipped from the man's hand. Yelling with triumph, he flung his own hatchet. It whizzed with frightful force toward the mark, and had it struck the Cheyenne squarely on the forehead it must have brained hiq:t. But it hit him a glancing blow, shearing away one of his plumes, inflicting a slight flesh wound, and stunning him for a moment. As the Dakota rode forward triumphantly to take his ijfscalp, the Cheyenne recovered himself, regained the seat in the saddle which he had almost lost, and pulled up his tomahawk from the ground with a single quick jerk. Almost witl:i the same movement he sent it whizzing at the head of the Dakota-now not more than ten yards away. Straight and true it went to the mark, burying itself deep in the head of the brave. With a single loud death cry he fell from the saddle and rolled over in the grass. The Cheyenne dismounted, without a moment's pause, whipped out the knife from his belt, and bent over his fallen enemy to take his scalp. In doing so he nearly lost his own life. The Dakota was in the very throes of death, but he had enodgh lif e and energy left to hate and to try to slay the object of his hatred. He already had his knife in Ilis hand, and as the Chey enne bent over him he made a savage stab upward. The keen blade entered the shoulder of his enemy, making an ugly wound. ... The Cheyenne stagge red back, more with surp rise than with pain, for he had supposed that his foe was quite seeing that he had cleft his skull. He recovered himself in a second, stabbed the Dakota again and again and then calmly took his scalp. He was covered with blood when he remounted his horse, took the steed o f his slain enemy by the bridle and rode back to the spot where the three scouts were standing. His wound pained him, as if thousands of red-hot needles had been driven into his shoulder, but he cared nothing for that. He had vanquis hed a great champion of the enemy in a fair hand-to-hand battle, and had taken his scalp. It would be a great story to tell when he got back to his brother warriors. Better still-he had done this skillful and valiant deed b;_f-0re the eyes of the three great paleface chiefs who food so high in the esteem of his tribe. If they would only speak of it to his fellows his reputation would go up a hundred per cent. Yet, when he came up to the three scouts and greeted them with the grave courtesy habitual to the Indi a n brave there was n o t the slightest trace of b o a s ting o r exultation visible in his words or his bearing . "Greeting to the great chief Long Hair and his brothers!" he said. "Red Tomahawk owes them his life. But for their guns that speak without stopping, he would now be hunting with his fathers in the happy hunting grounds of the Great Spirit." "You were keeping your end up pretty well, Red Tomahawk," remarked Buffalo Bill, I guess you would have got away from them in the end, even if we had not appeared on the scene." Red Tomahawk shook his head. -..._ He knew very well that his horse was giving out when he came to the belt of timber, and it could not have gone much further at the great speed he was urging it without breaking down. Buffalo Bill and the others congratulated the on his victory over tbe Cheyenne. He received their compliments very modestly, praising his dead foe as. a great warrior. He was crafty enough to know that that was the best way to enhance the merit of hi s own exploit. "But why does Red Tomahawk wear his war paint?" the border king presently asked. "Is there not peace in the lodges of the Bear Cheyennes ? Why do the Dakotas seek in this manner to slay him1?" "There is war-red war-between the tribes!" de clared the brave, speaking with savage vehemence. "These dogs of Dakotas have treach ero usl y dug up the hatchet which we buried many moons ago with all the solemn ceremonies of the medicine lod ge They arc worse than the coyote who prowls at night to find the unburied on the prairie and devour it. They are--'' "We'll agree ter all thet the sake o' argyment, Mister Red interrupted Nick Wharton. "I know the Dakotas ain't exactly what ye might call nice people. But what have they done now thet makes ye so goidurned sore agin' 'em?" "Done ?"-the Cheyenne's eyes flashed fire-"they have raided the lodges of my people while all the braves were away on this hunting trip." Bu ffalo Bill whistled slowly. This was, indeed, startling news. "Did they do much damage, Red Tomahawk?" he asked. "It's a pity you didn't l e ave some of the braves behind to act as a guard." "Lone Bear would have done so, but the trjbe was at peace with all people, and he thought there was no need. we never dreamed that the Dakotas would dig up the hatchet in this cowardly way. But only yesterday there came a squaw into a carrip, saying that the Dakotas had come down, killed several of the women and old men and burned all the lodges. "By the blessing of the Great Spirit, they were seen before they could attack, and so most of our people got :iway in time and hid in the woods until they rode back to their villages."


" 6 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "Lone Bear y ; ill take a h eavy vengeance for this!" ex claimed Cody who kne w the nature of his Indian blood brother very well. "That will h e!" echoed Reel Tomahawk. "Last night we threw aside our hunting dress, danced the war dance and put on our war p a int. Then Lone Bear sent me to find you and ask y u to come to the war council and help us with your wisdom. "I expected to find yon further away to the west, but the Great Spirit was surely with me, for he made me fall in that party of Dakotas, and they drove me straight to your camp by heading me off from the direc tion in which I wanted to g o." Buffalo Bill drew his two comrades aside and consulted with them for a moment. Then he"' said : "We will gladly come along with you, Red Tomahawk, and we will not only aid you at the council, for what our advice is worth, but we will come on the warI?ath with you and help you to pay the debt you owe to the cowardly Dakotas." "Long Hair speaks wqrds that are as the music of run ning water in the ears of his red brother," said Red Tom ahawk, gratefully. "But let us start at once. The country is full of the Dakotas. They are as the leaves of the forest for number, and we may not have so much good fortune with the next war party we meet. The sooner we reach the camp of Lone Bear, the better it will be. Buffalo Bill thought that this was very wise advice. The horses were saddled at once, while Red Tomahawk busied himself in scalping the fallen Dakotas, and a few minutes later the four men were traveling at a good pace in the direction of the war camp of the Bear Cheyennes. CHAPTER III. THE WAR COUNCIL OF THE BEAR CHEYENNES By the time they started it was quite dark. There was no mo0n, and the sky was overcast with clouds; but as they were all experienced sc0uts and thoroughly well ac quainted with the c o untry, there was no danger of their missing their way. I F o r about a couple of hours they rocje on without seeing any sign of the enemy. Then, as they passed by a small clump of timber, very similar to the one in which they had themselves taken cover, they heard, of a sudden, the ear-splitting *ar cry of the Dakotas. 1 Half a dozei:i arrows were c;lischarged at them from the shelter of the trees, but the range was a long one. Except that one of sperit shaft-struck the flank of Wild Bill's horse and inflicted a slight wound, they did no damage. Hickok reined up when he heard his faithful beast whinny with pain. Leveling his rifle, he emptied the magazine, firing quickly at the place whence the arrows had come. He had to fire at random, but his shots were evidently not altogether without effect; for a loud shriek told of the agony of one redskin at least. "Let's rush in on 'em, Cody, and finish off the rest!" exclaimed Wild Bill, savagely. "There can't be very many of them, I guess, judgin'g frnm the number of ar rows they fired." But Buffalo Bill, though every whit as brave as his friend, was not so reckless. He knew that the help of his friends and himself would be of the greatest value to Lone Bear and li'is warriors in the hard fight they had to make against the far more nu merous Dakotas, and he did not mean that they should throw their lives away recklessly if he c9uld help it. "Don't be an ass, Bill!" he shouted. :we were under cover not so long ago, and you know what happened to the men who tried to charge us. It might happen to us now. They have a great advantage of position. "Even if they retreated into the wood we might waste half the night trying to find them, and then not get them in the end. Lone Bear is waiting for us at the camp, and we can t afford to waste time fights that have no motive. "Motive! There's motive enough when they stick one of their blamed arrows in my boss, I reckon!" growled Wild Bill, but he consented to ride They were followed by the taunting yells of the hidden Dakotas, but the iatter did not venture out of their cover to putsue them, thereby showing that they were not in strong force Probably they had no rifles, as they had fired no shot; and they were a,fraid of the fine weapons in the hands of the scouts. Their object had been to tempt the passers-p by to charge at the timber, when they might easily have picked them off before they could get to close quarters and found out where they were hidden. As they had failed in this, owing to the prudence of Buffalo Bill. they gave up the fight. It was near the dawn when Red Tomahawk led the scouts to the war camp of the Cheyennes, which had been pitched in a good position on rising ground, with a broad stream at the back and open country in front. It was a position very difficult to surprise, and id; selection showed Lone Bear's good generalship. Several sentries were posted around,iand the little party had to approach very cautiously, for they could not tell the moment when a tomahawk might come whizzing to ward them. The night was still dark, and the sentries, who, course, w e re l y ing down, like all Indian sentries, might not recognize that they were friends until after they had slain them. Lone Bear would undoubtedly punish the guilty brave very severely, but that would be little satisfaction to them after they were dead.


I THE BUFF A L O BIL L S T ORIES Suddenly Red T o m aha w k g a ve his tribal war whoop. He had noticed a sli ght rustle in t he grass, about ten paces in front of the feet of his horse, a nd he knew that it was caused by a brave wh o was ri s in g to take aim at him with his knife or his t o m a hawk. The Indian strai g htened up, put the tomahawk he held in his hand back in his belt, and greeted the little party. "Well was it for you, Red Tomahawk, that you called out when you did I" he said. "Another moment and I should have flung my tomahawk at your head." "That woulll have mattered not at all, Yellow Wolf," replied Red Tomahawk, banterin g ly. "When do you ever hit the mark you aim at? There is not a wor s e s hot in the tribe. And as for ke e ping g uard why, I believe even the paleface soldied could creep into the camp you watched over Yellow vVolf was a goo

8 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. a few of t h e b r aves, to seek safety in a secret cave in the mountains. They ought to be there now. "There is a large store of jerked meat kept there in readiness for a siege. I found the cave some time ago, when I was out hunting and I thought it would be a good place to make a stand if we ever had to fight against a foe too powerful for us to meet in the open, so I had it made ready. "We will retreat there if we are beaten, and fight to the death to protect the squaws. But we don't want to skulk in a cave until we are compelled The Dakotas have slain some of m y tribe, and I want to take scalp for scalp without delay." I have put the position before you in its worst light, Lon e Bear,' responded Cody. "They are many, and we are few; but still I don't think the fight is h o peless We 1"7ill no t go to the cave until we are driven "Firs!! .of all, is there no hope of getting the rest of the Cheyenne tribe to come to your help? r f they would fake the warpath, the Dakotas would soon be glad to ask for the burying of the hatchet." "There is no hope," said Lone Bear, with a sigh, and t h e rest of the braves around the council fire shook their heads. 'The faces of our brothers in the Cheyenne na.. t j o n are turned away :JJorn us, and the heart of their g reat chief White Wolf is sullen with anger when lie thi n ks of me. "We l eft the nation because he ruled us as if we were chi l dren, and not braves, and he has never forgiven us for that. If it were not that his face would be blackened forever by raising his hand against his own tribesmen, h e 1"7ould have led his warriors against us long ago and t aken our scalps. "What hope is there, then, that he will come to our h elp, or let any of his braves do so?" "Nevertheless, you shou l d send to him and let him know how the band is threatened," persisted Cody. "He may not Jove you, but he nmst know that if the Dakotas destroy this band, they will be encouraged to attack him and his whole nation, perhaps entering into an alliance with some other tribes for the purpose. "Besides, when his warriors know that their brothers are in danger, may they not insist that he shall lead them on the warpath ?" "They are all afraid of him-he is a stern and tyran nous chief," responded Lone Bear. "But we will send messengers to him, if my paleface brother wishes. The l odges of the nation are distant only two days' journey "Who will go? It is a dangerous mission, for vVhite vVolf swore he would slay any one of us who returned to his tents. He saiJ that when we left the natien, and he i s the man to keep such an oath The braves around the council fire looked at one an o ther significantly. T h e y knew White Wolf well, and they agreed vith their chief. But they scorned to show the white feath ,er in the face of their white-blood brothers. With one accord, they all declared that they were will .ing to make the dangerous journey if Lone Bear willed it. They all thought the mission was equal to a sentence of death, but not a man faltered or drew back. The young chief flu shed with pleasure beneath his dusky skin when he had this proof of'the bravery of his "Lone Bear also is ready to go," he declared "You can't," said Buffalo Bill, shortly "You must stay with the war party. You are its leader." "I will send no man where I wot;ld not go myself. l\'[ y paleface brother can take command of the They w ill obey him as r eadily as they would obey me." "That may be-but your place is here." ."Let us cast J o t s who is to go, and leave it to the Great Spirit to decide suggested Red Tomahawk. This i dea met with the hearty approval of the other braves. Like all Indians, they were inveterate gamblers, a n d the suggestion ai;pealed to their sporting spirit. But Buffalo Bill, after whispering for a few moments with his two comrades, Hickok and Wharton, interposed. "Why should my brothers go to their death when it is n e e dless?" he said. "There are men here who can take the message to White Wolf withqut da nger. I will g l and so \ vill either of my friends." "Without danger?" Lone Bear laughed sardonically. "My brother does not know White Wolf. He hates the palefaces." "But the tomahawk is buried, and he will not risk dig : ging it up just for the pleasure of killing me. He knows that the white soldiers would soon descend upon his tribe and destroy it if he did that." Lone Bea r and his braves looked dubious, but the border king was a masterful man When he made up his mind to do a thing, he invar i ab l y did it, however great the opposition. After a long powwow, he got the Cheyennes to agree reluctantly that one of the three scouts should go But it was harder to gft Wil d Bill and Nick Wharton to agree that he should be that one They both declared that they would never let him go off on such a dangerous mission alone. On the other hand he wanted to leave them behind, to advise and assist Lone Bear in the campaigp that might begin at any moment. Final.., , they decided to leave it to chance, as the red skins had proposed doing. Nick Wharton drew from his pocket a dirty and rnuch-"'t1 thumbed deck of cards, shuffled them, and laid them on the grass in front of his friends. "Let's cut for it," he said "The man who cuts the highest card goes to White Wolf." They cut in silence, the Indians watching them with


' THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 9 cage r faces and bated breath, for they were all firmly convinced that the man who went would never return. "Ten," said Wild Bill, as he looked at the card he drew. Nick Wharton had an eight. "I guess it's me," remarked Hickok. "No," said Buffalo Bill, displaying a king. "I beat you." It was an evil omen, for the card was a spade-the suit that supposed to stand for death, according to the supe rstitions of gamblers. CHAPTER IV. THE DAUGHTER OF TIGER HEART. Buffalo Bill was a man who believ e d in s triking whil e the iron was hot. Within less than an hour after th e c ou ncil had broken up he was in the sa ddle again and on his way t o the l odges of the Cheyenne nation over which White Wolf held sway. He had borrowed a horse from Lon e Bea r for his own was tired ou t by the ni gh t's travel; and thr.ee of the br aves of the tribes accompanied him. Tfey were t o guide him to the hunting camp of th e Cheyen ne nati o n a nd then conceal th e ms e l ves near b y until th ey could find o ut how his mission h ad progressed. The four men rode cautiously on their way, dodging two small parties of Dakotas whom they encountered. They had more important work in hand than fighting. On the morning of the second day after they had left the camp the y halt ed o n the edge of a wood. Pointing ov e r rolling prairie country to a clump of timber about two miles di stant, one of the braves said: "On the other side of the trees, th e re is a small stream and on the bank o(it the lodges of White Wolf and his people are pitched We w ill creep toward them und e r cover of the darkness and see how it has fared with Lon g Hair, if he still insi;ts on going thhher. "But will not our brother return now with us? It is madness to go on. White Wolf hates the palefaces and he will surely slay you." Buffalo Bill laughed lightly at this warning. He had counted the co s t before he embarked on this adventure, and he was not the man to crraw back b eca u se the peril was great. The Bear Cheyennes had once saved his life from the Death Brotherhbod of Montana, and he was glad of the chance to repay the debt. Waving a cheery farewell to his redskin friends, he cantered toward the little wood behind which the camp of the Cheyenne nation was pitched. ThJ! wood, although small in extent, was very thick and dense, and the border kin g c o uld see no sign of the camp, even when he had led his horse nearly through the trees. He was wondering in which direction it lay, when sud denly a young Indian girl arose from the cover of the thick undergrowth almost beneath' the feet of his horse and stood motionless for a moment, with a look like that of a startled fawn. She stared hard at him, and then her look of wonder and fear turned to anger, as he stepped from behind some branches which had hidden his face, and she saw that he was a white man. "Paleface dog!" she cried, and with a single swift movement she took shelter behind a tree, and fitted an arrow to a small bow which she carried in her hand. Buffalo Bill was in a tight box. He could have drawn his gun and "got the drop" had she been a man; but he would not threaten a woman, even though sheput him in danger of his life. The Indian girl evidently objected to his presence so near to the tents of her people and would not hesitate to put an arrow through him if he advanced so much as a step without her leave. The only thing to be done was to use fair words and try to get into her good graces. This task was the mor e welcome to the knight of the plains pecause she was on e of ,the most beautiful Indian maidens he had ever seen. She was not more than sixteen years of age, but her graceful figure was already rounded into perfect woman ho o d Her features were r egu lar and delicate, with beau tiful olive coloring, and her skin was not so dark as that of most Indian squaws. Every movement she made was as free and unre strained as that of a young deer, and her commanding mann e r showed that she was of the best birth and breed in g amon g her people. For fully half a minute Cody looked at her in wonder. She was half concealed by the tree b e hind which she had taken refuge, and she had her bow drawn back and h er arrow pointed straight at his breast. At any moment she might decide to let the cord go and send the deadly mis sile hurtling at his heart, but yet he could not speak. Then, at last when he saw her eyes flash angrily at his c onti nued silence, he called out a greeting in her own Cheyenne tongue, and said that he was a friend seeking the way to the camp of White Wolf. This did not satisfy the angry little Amazon in the least. "White Wolf has no friends among the palefaces," she declared, still keeping her arrow pointed at his breast. "White Wolf and his people ask nothing from the white men, save that they keep far away from the hunting grottnds of his nation." "But I have a message to deliver to the great chief which may not be delayed," persisted the king of the scouts. "I must see him and with him. It is a matter that concerns his honor and the honor of hi s tribe."


IO THE BUFF A'LO BILL STORIES. "The honor of the Cheyennes is not in the keeping of any paleface," said the Indian maiden, proudly. But she nevertheless lowered her bow and yielded to the natural curiosityof her sex sufficiently to ask: "What is your message?" Buffalo Bill had no particular reason for not telling her, but to tease her for her hostile reception of him, he retorted: "That is for the chief and his councilors alone. I should not tell it to any squaw whom I chance to meet in the wood. Suffice it that I am a messenger from Lone Bear, the chief of the Bear Cheyennes." At this statement a remarkable change came over the girl's face. She threw down her bow and immediately stepped from behind the tree. / Clasping her hands, and bending before him in an at titude of supplication, she begged him, with tears in her eyes, to tell him what message was before he went on in search of White Wolf. Here, thought the border king to himself, is something more than mere curiosity. He looked at the girl intently as she renewed her supplications and at last he said; "Tell me why you are so eager to know-what right you have to know-and then perhaps I may be able to.,. tell you." The young squaw hesitated for a few seconds, and then she threw up her head proudly and answered : "After all, why should I no)? It is nothing to be ashamed of, paleface. Know that I love Lone Bear and he loves me! We would have been married many moons ago, had my uncle, White Wolf, driven him away from the tents of the Cheyenne nation with his few faith ful followers." "Good Lord !" muttered Buffalo Bill to himself. "Here's a pretty complication! Why Clidn't Lone Bear tell me something about this? Too shy, I suppose-just like an Indian. Now, I wonder how this is going to af fect my mission ?" -"And why didn't you go with Lone Bear when he left the nation?" he asked. A look of grief passed over the face of the girl, as she replied: "Gladly would I have done so-gladly would I have shared all his hardships and perils; but my mother and my younger sister dwell in the tents of White Wolf, and he would have taken vengeance on them. He said he would do so, and I know he would keep his word in such a matter." The knight of the plains hesitated no longer, but told her in a few brief sentences all about the treachery of the Dakotas and the great peril to which the Bear Chey enm:s were e:xposed. When she understood that he was the blood brother of Lon e Bear, the girl's manner toward him changed completely, and 1 she was just as friendly as she had be fore been hostile. "White Wolf will do nothing to aid the Bear Chey ennes," she said, after a few moments' earnest thought. "He hates Lone Bear and those who follow him. He would gladly know that all their scalps were hanging in the wigwams of the Dakotlls. Not even for the sake of the honor of our nation would he take their part in this quarrel.",. "Then, what is to be done?" asked Buffalo Bill, with a sinking at the heart. If even this girl, who was in love with Lone Bear, echoed what the others had said, the case must indeed be hopeless, he thought to himself. "There is only one thing we can do," the girl replied. "We must make nation side with the Bear Cheyennes in spite of White Wolf." "But can that be done?" said the border king. "I thought that his power was absolute, and that there was nobody in 'the nation who dared to stand up against him." "Yes, -there is bne person--and that person is almost as powerful as White Wolf himself!" "Who?" asked the king of the scouts, eagerly. "Myself,'' said the girl, calmly. He drew back a step in his astonishment, and his face must have shown the surprise he felt, for the girl went on rapidly: "Yes, it is true. My father was Tiger Heart, the greatest war chief the Cheyennes ever had. When he died on the warpath four years ago, White Wolf, his younger brother, was chosen chief in his place. But the braves of the nation have never forgotten Tiger Heart, who led them so often to victory; and because I am his eldest daughter they love me and obey me in everything. "It may be-I cannot tell-that I can persuade them to overrule White Wolf in the cou9cil and declare for war with the Dakota:i. But it will npt be easy. The chief, who is cunning as well as cruel, has stirred up bitter feelings in the nation against the Bear Cheyennes, and the warriors will not at first be eager to help them." "Then shall I come into the camp at once with you ?" asked Buffalo Bill. "No, that would not do," replied the girl, after a mo ment's thought. "It will be better for me to go ahead of you. I will speak to two or three of the braves who knew my father best and will prepare them for your mes sage and make them promise to help us. Then you must boldly enter the camp and demand that a council be called at once. "It will be a dangerous thing to do. You will need all your courage, white man, and if you show the slightest sign of fear you may be cutdown with a tomahawk with out the chance of saying a word. When White Wolf


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. I 11 kno\YS what your m1ss1on 1s, he will be cager to slay you." "Do not fear for me," said Buffalo Bill. "I have been through greater dangers." "The blood brother of Lone Bear cannot be a cow ard," said the lovesick girl, confidently. "Farewell! vVe will meet at the council. But hark! What was that?" She held up her hand and listened intently for a few seconds Then she made a sudden dash into the brushwood a few yards to the right, with a bright-bladed knife gleam ing in her hand. There was a slight scuffling, the sound of two stabs de Jiyered with terrible force, a muffled groan, and then all was still. A moment later the girl reappeared, her knife and wrist stained with blood. Her dark face was flushed and her eyes glittered an grily, but she showed no other trace of emotion. In answer to Buffalo Bill's inquiring look, she said calmly: "It wa$ a snake in the grass-a spy of white Wolf's. That was all! They are always dogging me, for he fears that I will try to get him deposed as chief of the tribe. But this one will follow me no more. "It would have been fatal to let him go, for he must have heard us talking and would have disclosed our plans to White Wolf. So perish all the enemies of Willow Blossom, the daughter of Tiger Heart!" "You're a bit of a tiger heart yourself, young woman, thought Cody, as she waved him a farewell and disap peared among the trees, after telling him the direction in which the camp lay, and advising him to wait for two or three hours before he followed her. CHAPTER V. WHITE WOLF0S FANGS ARE DRAWN. "Answer instantly, white man. or I will split your skull in twain and give your flesh to the coyotes!" The speaker was the dreaded chief, \Vhite VVolf, and as he said these menacing words he poised his tomahawk above his head and made a motion as if he would fling it at the king of the sc o uts. Buffalo Bill had followed his new friend Willow Blossom, to the camp after waiting the time they had arranged, and he had b een immediately taken into the presence of the chief. White Wolf was a man in the prime of life, with the bold, dignified carriage and athletic figure to be expected in a redskin chief. His haughty bearing was that of one who was accustomed to be instantly obeyed, and the king of the scouts could see.at a glance that he would not be an easy man to overcome. He had demanded at once to know the business of the white stranger, and Cody had refused to tell it, except in the council of the nation, which he asked the chief to call together immediately. "I rule the Cheyenne nation, and it is to me that you must tell your message," replied the chief, haughtily. When Buffalo Bill still refused, White Wolf drew his tomahawk and made the sanguin;iry threat with which this chapter opens. The king 9f the scouts made him no answer in words, but simply looked at him contemptuously, without so much as the flicker of an eyelid. The eyes of the two men battled for a moment, and then the Indian dropped his, and sulkily lowered his tomahawk and put it back in his belt. The life of the border king had hung upon a hair, but his fearless attitude had given him the victory-.:. at all events, for the time being. Without another word, White Wolf turrd on his heel and walked away. Buffalo Bill had not the slightest doubt that he would summon the council promptly, for the chief was mani festly anxious to know the mission on which the white stranger had come. He had, of course, no idea that it was connected with tb e B ea r Cheyennes ; rfor Buffalo Bill had not them. v Vhite Wolf natura)ly supposed that he was a mes s enger from the dreaded government of the paleface s whose soldiers had so often beaten his tribe and other neighboring tribes in war. The king of the scouts strolled through the avenues of lodges, and saw that the camp was a very strong one. It could easily spare enough braves to help the Bear Chey ennes vanquish their treacherous foes. The place simply swarmed with men, women and children.' The squaws and papooses peeped eagerly out of their tents at him, but the braves were too dignified to openly notice his presence, although they were secretly con sumed with curiosity about this masterful white man who had browbeaten their chieftain to his face and insisted on s p e aking in the open councils of the tribe. Soon the tomtoms and drums sounded to call that council to g ether. Buffalo Bill looked around the camp eagerly, but could see no sign of Willow Blossom, his new girl pard. While he was still looking for her, but not in a way that would attract attention to him, two brave s came up and sunimoned him to the council. He bowed his head in agreement, and immediately handed to them the two revol:vers in his belt and his bowie knife. He knew that it was a strict rule among the Chey ennes, as among other Indian tribes, that no man mu s t carry arms to the council fire. It was a good rule, for the differences of opinion were


12 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. apt to be so s trong that the weapons w o uld likely be used if they were carried. Nevertheless, Cody parted with his weapons with a good deal of regret for he felt that he would be likely to need them before the meeting was over if Willow Blossom carried out her plan of trying to make the na tion declare war against the Dakotas in spite of White Wolf. \Vhen he strode into the center of the ring of warriors and old men who had gathered around the council fire, he looked around the circle, but saw Willow Blossom nowhere. She had promised to meet him at the council, however, and he felt confident that she would yet ap pear. There were few faces among the councilors of the tribe that did not frown angrily upon the border king when he 'f a ced them boldly and announced that he was the bearer of a message from the Bear Cheyennes. "And why cannot the Bear Cheyennes speak for them selves?" demanded White Wolf, with a maddening sn e er. "Since when have they got the palefaces to run their er rands for th e m ?" "There were many of their braves who were w illing to come, s aid C ody, facing him boldl y "But I., who have been made their blood brother and a chief of th e ir t ribe would not let them do so, for feared that you would treacherously slay them, even they came in the sacr e d character o f ambassador s ." White Wolf's fac e darkened with anger. He spran g to his feet and put his hand d o wn to his belt w her e h e usually carri e d hi s s calpin g knife. But it w as not th e re. In comm o n with th e rest o f th e braves, he had l e ft it behind w hen h e cam e t o th e c o uncil. T w ill kill you for this! h e cried, looking at Cod y with murder in his e y es. You c a n try to--when the council i s over r eplied th e b o rd e r kin g "Meanwhile, I cla im th e sa nctit y of th e counc i l ; and if an y harm is don e to m e b y tre achery be for e m y mi s sion i s over, then the fac e of th e Che ye nn e nati o n i s blac kened forever am o n g th e tribes. I s it n o t so?" h e c o nclud e d turning to an old medicin e man, wh o w a s s itting n ear b y him. The aged prie s t made a gestur e of assent. "It i s s o," h e admitt ed. "The white s tr a n g er s p eaks truth. Blood must not be s h e d around the c o uncil fir e or bitt e r will be th e wrath of the Great M anit o u a gai11St our nation." White Wolf g lar e d an g ril y at this, but h e dared n o t rai s e any objecti o n for h e kn e w th a t a ll th e brav e s b e lieved exactl y what th e m ed icin e m a n h a d said He w a s a t y rannous chi ef, but h e c o uld n o t g o a g ain s t all the traditi o ns and b elie f s o f his feop l e "Le t th e whit e ma n spea k the wo r ds of the Bear Chey ennes-and le t them be b ri ef," h e sa id. Buffalo Bill t o ld th e s tor y o f the attack of the Dakotas on the undefended l o d g e s of his blood brothers. "They have taken the scalps of your ki9d rec1, 0 braves!" he said. "The blood of the Cheyetl!nes calls aloud for vengeance. The quarrel of the Bear Ch ey ennes is your quarrel, for are ye not both of one nation? Are not the Dakotas your ancient foes? If they destr oy the Bear tribe, it will not be long before they attack th e rest of your nation, calling upon othei: tribes to h e lp them." The }

THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES 13 fringed with quills and beaclwork, and from her wampum belt there hung at least a score of human scalps-the trophies taken by her famous father in his many cam paigns. A fine jaguar skin, which he had been accus tomed to wear at war councils and other occasions, was draped around her shoulders. In her hand she held a huge tomahawk-Tiger Heart's tomahawk-and as advanced to the center of the co uncil she swung it in a gleaming circle round her head. "Who talks of alliance with the Dakotas?" she cried. "Who talks of deserting our brothers, the Cheyennes of tQe Bear? Here is the tomahawk with which the great Heart slew the paramount chief of the Dakotas Jess than five years ago Here are the scalps of Dakotas .-here at my belt! The scalps of the Cheyennes hang in the Dakota wigwams, and there cannot be peace between the tribes. Shall the mountain lion and the prairie clog lie down together ? "Braves of the Cheyenne! I)o you remember the great deeds that our tribe cjid in the days when Tiger Heart was chief? Then did the Dakotas and all the other tribes tremble before us. What are we now? Only a name, and the shadow of a name. "What shal! we be if we desert our brothers who are in danger ? We shall be a thing for all men to 111ock at. The palefaces and the red men alike will say-and say truly-that the Cheyennes are no longer a nation, but only a village of squaws." The braves had been so amazed at her sudden ap pearance, and then spel!bound by her impassioned elo --. '-l. 1ence, that they had not thought of what a gross breach of etiquette it was for a woman to speak in the council at all. .,......... But when she flung out her final insult, \Vhite \Volf found his tongue. "Back to your wigwam, woman !" he thundered. "The council is no place for such as you. Be thankful if J do not flog you until your back is a mass of bruises." Willow Blossom faced the maddened chief with a smile of calm contempt. Enraged beyond endurance, he leaped to his feet and rushed at her with outstretched hands, as if he would throttle her. The girl did not give back a step. She raised the tomahawk in her hand, and in another moment would h<;lve buried it deep in the sJrnll of \Vhite Wolf. Buffalo Bill, however, was too quick for her. As soon as he divined v\Thite Wolf's purpose he leaped forward and struck him a couple of terrible biows with his right and left, felling him to the ground with such fearful force that he lay stunned for two or three mmutes. Then panclemonium broke loose in the council. If the warriors had not left their weapons behind in their wigwams, there would unclo-,1bteclly have been a bloody conflict . Buffalo Bill flung himself in front of Blossom and felled a couple of the most ardent supporters of White Wolf, who tried to drag her away. "To me! To me, all warriors who fought with Tiger Heart !" shrieked the girl at the top of her voice. That great name still had a wonderfuf power over the tribe, and White Wolf, now lying stunned on the ground, could do or say nothing to counteract it. "It is the will of the Great Manitou! -Wakantanka himself speaks through her !" yelled the old medicine man who had seemed impressed with Cody's arguments. "Brothers!" cried an old warrior who had fought side by side with Willow Blossom's father in many a hard won battle. "Did we not triumph always under Tiger Heart? Let us now follow his daughter to victory." These two men, and half a dozen others with whom Willow Blossom had spoken before the council met, at once ranged themselves by her side. The excitement was contagious. After a moment's hesitation more than half the braves in the council got up and joined them. The adherents of White Wolf shrieked and cursed ii1 vain. Man after man went over to the party of Willow Blossom and Buffalo Bill. W 1 hen the chief recovered from the effect of the terrible blows which the border king had given him, and slowly staggered to his he found that more than two-thf.rds of the most influential braves and old men had deserted him and declared in favor of an alliance with the Bear Cheyennes. His rage was fearful to witness'. He foamed at the mouth in his fury, but he could do nothing, for he sa'v that his party was now hopelessly outmatched. This exhibition of temper did him more harm with his people than anything else could possibly have done. Sev eral of the braves wlm had stuck by him now went over to the cro\ycl who surrounded Wiyow Blossom. They were accustomed to see their chiefs behave with dignity, and therefore they were deeply djsgusted by his childish conduct. "Brothers!" cried the old medicine man. "Shall we have such a man as this to rule over us?" "No!" cried several of the warriors, in chorus. "White Wolf, yon are deposed from tbe chieftainship of the Cheyenne nation!" yelled the fearless old priest. "vVe will have no more of your rule. We will go onr own way, and help 1our brothers, the Bear Cheyennes, if we wish. 1 Speak, braves, and say who shall be our new chief!" "No chief, but a chieftainess !" cried the old warrior who had fought with Tiger Heart. "Let the daughter of Tiger Heart have sway over the nation. Has she not


'f 14 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. more wisdom than th e old m e n m o re c ourage than the stoutest warriors ?" A mighty shout went up from the braves gathe red around, and in that moment Willow Blossom was chosen to reign over her people. White Wolf, his evil face convulsed with rage, tried to speak; but his voice was drowned by the whoops of delight which hailed the new chieftaines s Gathering around him the few braves who still re mained faithful to him, the d e po s ed chief stalked off to his wigwam-to plot and scheme for vengeance and the restoration of his power. His fangs had been drawn so it s eemed; but his power for mischief was by no means at an end. CHAPTER VI. BUFFALO BILL'S KNIFE DUEL. About a quarter of the tribe elected to stay with White W o lf and the r est decided that they would follow the fortunes of Willow Blossom and fight the Dakotas. During the r est of the day the two factions had many q ua r r e ls, and blood was nearl y spilled on several oc cas i o ns ; but the o ld man acted th e part of p eacemaker telling all the braves that the G r eat Spfr il would fr o wn upon them if the y slew men of their ow! 1 tribe It was finally agreed that they should separate in peace and go their own ways. But if Willow Blossom and Buffalo Bill had the c o urse which White Wolf intended to take, it is doubt ful wheth e r the y would haw let his weaker party get away so easily. The king of the scouts slept that night in the wig warn of th e medicine man, after having seen that the Bear Ch eye nnes who accompanied him to the neighbor hood of th e camp had been brought in and welcomed back to the fellowship of the nation they bad left. Early next 111orning Cody wa s bus y with several of hi.s new friends, making arrangements for camp and taking a strong war party to the aid of Lone Bear, when two tall braves came up t o him and saluted him ce remonious! y He recognized them as two of the men who had de cided to stick by White Wolf, and he asked them what they wanted. ' These are the words of the chief of the Cheyenne na tion began one of the men. "Sto p, Big Snake!" cried one of the warriors with Cody. "There is now no chief of the Cheyenne nation. The r e is a chieftainess, and if you do not pay her proper r esp ect, i will bury my tomahawk in your skull!" T h e man who had first spoken smiled a vicious smile, bnt he took the plain hint, and went on: Well th e n, these are th e words of White Wolf, is still my chief, even though others have deserted him. 'Tell the dog of a paleface,' he says--" At this new insult to Cody, whom they had already come to respect and admire, the warriors started forward angrily and laid their hands on their weapons. The border king stopped them with a gesture. "Let him say what he chooses," he said. "He is only repeating what his chief has ordered him to say." 'Tell the paleface,' the brave proceeded, 'that I will await him at the edge of the wood, near to the northern end of the village, and will fight him there with any weapons he chooses before he leaves with m v warriors to join the Bear Cheyennes. If the pal f is not a dog and the son of a dog h e will meet me there .' These are the words of White Wolf. What answer am I to carry to him ?" "Tell him that I'll fight him wherever and whenever he likes," said Cody, promptly. "Where is he now?" "He is alread y waiting on the edge of the wood. He longs to wip e o ut the memory of that blow you dealt him yesterday, white man." "Well, be shall have bis chance! Lead the way, and I will follow you." The brave at once turned on his heel, and the king of the s couts was about to follow him alone. But the war riors with whom he had b e en talking, immediately in sisted on acc o mpanying him. They had no faith in the honor of White Wolf and his followers and plainly said that the latter would try to stab Cody in the back while he was fighting foe chief unless there were people present to see fair play. .,,. As they passed through the village rumors of the com ing du e l spread ainong the people, and a crowd soon g athered and followed them. By the tim e he reached the spot where White Wolf was awaiting him, Cody saw that almost the entire popu lati o n of the village-men, women and children alikehad turned out to witness the fight. It not often that they had such an entertainment provid e d for them. These barbarians were as fond of witne ss ing deeds o f blood as e ver were the ancient R om ans, and they gathered t o witness a duel in the same joyous spirit that the modern Spaniards go to see a bull fight The squaws were the most bloodthirsty of all. Cody heard th e m openly expressing their hope that he would succeed in killing White Wolf . The deposed chief was not popular among the women, who all championed the cause of Willow Blossom. But most of the Braves seemed to think that the king had a mighty poor chance. They had seen what a mighty fighter he was with his fist s but they knew nothing of his skill with other weapons. They were not aware that was the famous Long Hair, whose deeds were already be.ing told round the


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 15 camp fires of all the Indian tribes. Buffalo Bill had been careful not to disclose his identity, thinking that it might have prejudiced the cause of the Bear Cheyennes. He had merely told the council, the night before, that he was a scout who had made blood brotherhood with Long Bear and his people. This concealment on his part was a good thing for the three Bear Cheyennes who had accompanied him, and who had now hastened to the scene of the fight imme diately they heard it was to come off. They alone knew of the amazing skill of the border king with any weapon he cared to handle, and when the other b'i:aves began to bet on White Wolf, they promptly covered all the wagers offered. Before the fight began, they had staked all they had them on the s ucce ss of Buffa lo Bill-the ir horse s their weapons; tl1eir wampum belts, even th e ir clothes The others jeered at them and asked them if they did not remember the great skill of White Wolf in handling his weapo ns. The Bear Cheyennes did n ot reply to the j ee rs. They waited in confident that they would be the ones to l aug h last. White Wolf, stripped to the waist for the fray, did in deed l ook a most formidable antagonist He was over six feet tall, and very sinewy and mus cular. A life of hard training and open air exercise had left not an ounce o f superfluous flesh upon his body. Every movement he made showed a boundless store of ctivity and vigor. His face darkened with vindictive rage when he saw the king of the scouts approach, followed by H1e mob from the village. He bent his head in greeting to Cody, and then said, sarcastically : "The paleface has brought plenty of men along with him to help him in the fight. The border king flushed with anger. "Not a man shall interfere i,n the duel," he declared. "I will make these braves swear not to try to avenge me if I fall, and you must do the same with your-followers." White Wolf agrdd, and all the braves took the re quired oath. Then the medicine man of the tribe, who had assumed the duty of umpir.e of the fight, asked Cody to name th e weapon he chose. The knight of the plains replied indifferently that he didn't care He would leave the choice to White Wolf. 'Do not do so!" whispered one o f the Bear Cheyennes to him, eagerly. "Long Hair, there is no man who can equal you in shooting with the rifle and the revolver. Choose one of them for the fight. White Wolf is a great fighte{ with the knife and the tomahawk." "Leave our brother alone," said another of the Bear Cheyennes to his comrades. "He is more than a m at ch for White Wolf with any weapon." When the deposed chief understood that his chivalrous adversary had left the choice of weapons to him, his savage face shone with delight. He knew that he was not a particularly good shot, and be had been secretly afraid that the paleface would choose firea rms. Now he had little doubt that he would win the fight. There were none of the braves of bis nation; save only Lone Bear, who could compare with him in the use of the cold steel, and he thought it in the last degree im probable that a paleface would be able to do so. "Let us fight with knives," he said, with a savage sneer. "With pleasure, replied Buffalo Bjll. The braves made a circle, with the women and children behind them, and the duelists s tepped into this arena. White Wolf was naked, save for a short pair of buck skin breeches, and he had oiled his body, so that his enemy would not find it easy to come to hand-grips with him. Buffalo BiJJ, on th e contrary, did not even trouble to throw off his hunting jack<;t. He merely drew his hunting knife, and waited, with eyes fix ed steadily upon those of his adversary. White Wolf crouched, with his body tense and active as that of a He hoped to spring in suddenly and pnt an end to bis ..,, enemy with one quick stroke, swift as the dart of a serpent's fangs, as he had often done before. Suddenly the old medicine man gave the war whoop of the tribe-the signal for the fight to commence. The sound bad hardly died upon bis li'ps before 1 White Wolf leaped forward, with a spring like that of a tiger cat, his knife upraised in the air. But quick as he was, the border king was quicker. He held his ground until the Indian's knife was within a few inches of his breast. Then he made a side-step, dodging the n:sb in the nick of time. The swiftl y -descending knife ripped up the side of his hunting jacket, but did not touc11 his flesh. As the redskin went past him, carri ed fo rward by the impetus of his rush, he made a quick stab with his own knife and touched him in the shoulder, drawing blood from a long slash. He might just as easily have stabbed him to the heart, for the bi;ave was completely at his mercy for a mo ment; but he had no desire to kill him if he could avoid doing so. Buffalo Bill had been forced by circumstances to slay many men, but be never took a life if he could help it White Wolf understood his danger, and h e was quick to recover from the impetus of his As he turned and faced Buffalo Bill again, he adopted


16 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. more cautious tactics. He saw that he had held his op ponent too cheaply, and that unless he was very careful his life would pay the penalty. Crouching low, until his body was almost bent double, he slowly circled around the white man, looking for a chance to spring in and catch him off his guard. But at every point he met the steellike glance of the border king and the remors\!less point of the bowie knife, already wet with his blood. It seemed to the onlookers age$ before he could sum mon up courag e to make another attack. The king of the scouts had obviously chosen to take the defensive. Suddenly White Wolf leaped forward. Buffalo Bill sprang to meet him, and their two knives met with a grinding clash. They swayed backward and forward for a few sec, onds, the knives pressed hard against one another. Then there was a quick turn of the border king's wrist, and the redskin's weapon was twisted from his hand and sent flying high in the air, over the heads of the crowd. Thus disarmed, White Wolf sprang a step backward and awaited the death stroke which he knew he would have promptly given in a similar case. _The ring of Indians watched with the keenest excitl ment, so absorbed that they could not speak. expected to see the white man spring forward and stab his opponent to the heart. But that was not Buffalo Bill's way. He threw his knife to the ground, c1ying: "See, we are equal again, White Wolf! Now, guard yourself!" Doubling his fists, he rushed at the Indian. White Wolf had had experience of those fearful blows, and he did not wish to feel them again. He raised his hands and feebly tried to parry them, but when it came to boxing he was as helpless as a baby. He was sent reeling to the ground with two frightful blows one landing on the point of his jaw and the other in the solar plexus. "Ugh! What mighty blows!" said the old medicine man. "They would fell a buffalo." \Vhite Wolf was in a worse case now than on the previous night. Blood was flowing freely from his nose and mouth, and severa l of his teeth had been knocked out by the force of that terrible uppercut. For a moment, Buffalo Bill was afraid that he had struck too hard and killed him. He knew something of the usages of the prize ring, and he set to work to restore consciousness, while the Indians stared at him in wonder. ,_ It was beyond their comprehension that a man should take so much pains over his enemy. When they struck, they struck to kill; and the only attention they would pay to a fallen foe, would be to scalp him. The border king sent two of the braves for cold with which he bathed the head and face of the uncon scious chieftain. It was more than a quarter of an hour before White Wolf came to his senses. When he did, he spurned Cody's well-meant efforts to lessen the pain he was suffering. Suefported by some of his braves, he staggered off to his tepee, first casting at his victorious foe a glance of the deadliest hatred Buffalo Bill turned dn his heel and came face to face with Willow Blossom. From an unobtrusive position among the women, she had watched the fight, and now she congratulated the border king on his victory. "But it was not well done to spare him," she declared. "You have taken his scalp, white man, when you had the chance." The knight of the plains told her that it was not the way of the palefaces to slay their helpless enemies. "It is not a good way," declared the fierce young squaw. "Our people kill their enemies whenever they can. It is wise to do so, for dead men cannot strike again. Mark well my words We shall have more trouble with White Wolf, and you will rue the day when you did not drive your knife up to the hilt in his false heart." CHAPTER VII. WILLOW BLOSSOM MAKES AN OFFER. \ Buffalo Bill and Willow Blossom led all the warriors who had sided with them away' from the camp of White Wolf later in the day. The nation had split for the second time, and only a small remnant of the bra".es, with their squaws and chiJ, drcn, remained behind in the old camp. The king of the scouts feared that the parting might be accompanied by bloodshed, but, thanks to the impres sion he had made by his victory over White Wolf, it off peacefully. The braves who had decided to stay with the former chief glared sullenly at their old comrades as they rode away, but they did not attempt in any way to stop or pun ish them. Indeed, the,ir numbers were too small for such an effort, as more than two-thirds of the warriors had decided to accompany the new chieftainess. White Wolf himself was too sick to be at the final division of the nation. He was in his tent, groaning with the pain of the fearful thrashing Buffalo Bill had given him. After they had ridden beyond the limits of the wood and put about a couple of miles between themselves and


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. the camp, Willow Blossom turned to Buffalo Bill, by whose side she was riding, and said: "Long Hair"-the Bear Cheyennes, jubilant over the winning of their bets, had by this time disclosed Cody's identity-"my heart misgives me. I fear that that cun ning and treacherous man we have left behind will yet do somethi11g to work harm to us and Lone Bear. Did you see1his face when he was led away after you had given him those terrible blows? It was the face of a man who would stop at nothing in order to be revenged." "What can he do?" asked Cody. "I think we have drawn his fangs pretty effectually." ,,, "I fear he will march, with all the braves who have re mained with him, and join the Dakotas." "He would not dare !" exclaimed Buffalo Bill, his eyes flashing fire. "There is nothing he would hesitate at in order to be avenged upon us." "But would the braves follow him against their own kinsmen?" "Y Those who have remained with him would fol low him anywhere. They are completely dominated by him." "T.hen what do you propose to do?" "I think it would be a good plan to send a few of out,; warriors back to keep a watch on the canip, without being seen themselves, and to bring us early news of what he does." Buffalo Bill agreed that the idea was a good one, and :tour of the braves were called up, carefully instructed in the part they were to play, and sent back to main tain a watch on White Wolf's movements from the safe shelter of the wood. The camp of Lone Bear was reached without any trouble. One small scouting party of the Dakqtas was seen, but it fled at the sight of such a powerful force. It goes without saying that the chief of the Bear Chey ennes was overjoyed at the great success that had at tended Buffalo Bill's mission. He had not expected to his blood brother alive again-still less to see him return with the greater part of the Cheyenne nation at his back. But, more than all else, the young chief was rejoic ed to see the girl he loved riding into the camp by the side of Buffalo Bill, and to know that it was mainly to her he .-owed the of his little force. He lost no time in making fresh love to her and press ing her to marry him at once, so that the two branches of the tribe would be more closely bound together. --I Willow Blossom loved J:iim very dearly, and would have liked to yield to his appeal. But she was a chief tainess as well as a woman, and the chieftai11ess c o n quered. "I will not marry you, Lone Bear, until after the Da kotas have been completely conquered," she said, "and I will only marry you then if yo u have distinguished your self above all the rest of the warriors in the fight with them." "That is a hard condition, Willow Blossom," replied the young chief. "Among the Cheyennes there are many brave warriors, and who am I that I should hope to be greater than all?" 1 "You are the chief, and you must show your self worthy of the title. I have led my people into this war, in which many of them will be killed. It is my duty to do all I c<\n to secure the triumph of the Cheyennes, with out thinking of my own selfish love. "Let it be known all through the camp that Willow Blossom, tlie daughter of Tiger Heart and the chief tainess of the C eyenne nation, will marry the man who fights best against the Cheyennes, if he will take her; and that he shall share with her the ruling over the nation." Lone Bear was saddened by these words, but he was a man of spirit and he accepted the challenge boldly, when he saw that it was hopeless to seek to turn her from her putpose. "So be it, Willow Blossom," he said. "I accept the condition, hard though it is, and I will seek to be the man to merit your favor. But I ask one thin g only of 1 \ ou. Do not include Long Hair, the paleface chief, in bargain. Neither I nor any other man in the Chey enne nation cou ld hC'lpe to win greater honor and re11own than he will do in this fight. He is a warrior among a million." "Be it so," said the girl. "I will not take account of him or of the other white men. What you say is true, and, besides"-she added, naively-"! do not believe he would take me to wife, even to become the chief over the Cheyenne nation. It is not well for redskin to mate with paleface." The offer of the chieft ai ness was speedily noised abroad in the camp, and naturally it created a great deal of ex citement and eager anticipation among the warriors. There was not one of them who did not hope, by some deed of extraordinary valor, to win the hand of Willow Blossom, and with it authority over the tribe. "Gosh my suspenders!" exclaimed old Nick Wharton to Buffalo Bill, when he heard the news. "I'm durned sorry white men are barred qut o' this yer competition. I ain't so young as I was, but I'd like ter have a shot at it mysdf. She's sech a dainty little critter thet you could forgive her fer bein' a redskin. I guess she's only red on the outside, anyway. Her heart's wh.ite enough." Buffalo Bill laughed. "Do you really think so, Nick?" he said. "Well, I reckon she's every bit a redskin just as much as her father, Tiger Heart, ever was." And he told the o d trapper the story of how Willo'Y Blossom had stabbed the spy t o death in the wood. ''Gol-durn me fer an old kafoozler !" said the old man


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. when he heard this. "Whar wimmen is consarnecl, yo u never kin tell, kin ye? Now, I'd hev sworn she wa\ jest as gentle as they m<,lke 'em Waal, some other feller kin be her husband, an' I won't envy him I Old Nick Wharton ain't got no use fer a wife what 'ucl go an'. interjuce six inche s o' cold steel inter his vitals the min-. ute she got a bit jealous." "You're a wise man, Nick," laughed Cody. "But our friend, Lone Bear, will feel pretty sore if somebody else goes and cuts him out and wins the girl." "He be cl urned lucky t e r be out of it," g rowl ed the o ld trapper. But with this view Buffalo Bill did not agree, and it >vas not lon g before he was able to suggest to hi s blood brother a way in which he might distingui sh him self above all the rest of his nation. CHAPTER VIII. PLUMED HERON'S BAD NEWS. While the border king had been away on his mission to the camp of White Wolf, Lone Bear and his warriors had not much fighting to do. The Dakotas had reconnoitered their position and had been some small skirmishes between scouts and outposts; but the enemy had hesitated to attack such a strong position without first mustering all their available forces, and they had been sending out messengers to r e mote vil lages for that purpose. They dreamed the Bear Cheyennes would be reinforced by the nation they had left, for they knew of the feud between them and did not imagine it could be healed. Now that they saw how their numbers had been in creased, the Dakotas withdrew to the mountains fringing their own country and seemed disposed to act on \ the de fensive. Here it would be dangerous to follow them, for they had many strongholds; but something must be donefor the blood of the Bear Cheyennes who had been slain could not go unavenged. A grand war council was held two nights after the return of Buffalo Bill, and the plan of campaign was earnestly discussed. While it was in session, the braves were amazed by the sudden appearance in their midst of Plumed Heron, one of the men whom Willow Blossom had left behind to 1Yatch the movements of White Wolf and his followers. He was exhausted almost to the point of collapse, and had to be supported by two men while he told his story to the council. Dlood covered his body, and still oozed from a dozen ghastly wounds. His face was drawn and haggard, as if he had pas sed through terrible s uffering. "Speak, Plurued Heron!" cried Willow Blossom, springing to her feet as she saw him. "\Vhat is the matter? Where are your comrades?" "They are dead, Willow Blossom!" "Dead!" "Ay, dead! "How is this?" "We watched, as you commanded, and we discovered that White Wolf and his men were preparing to strike the camp and go on a journey. vVe waited and tracked them when they started, and we saw that their course led them straight to the lodges of the Dakotas. Raging at the defeat he had met with at your \Vhite Wolf had determin;i to join the enemies of nation. "As soon as we were snre of this we turned and ha s tened back to join you and tell you the news. But White Wolf i s more cunning than the prairie fox. He had sus pected that you would put men on his track, and he had set some of hi s braves to watch the watchers. "They came upon us as we lay around our camp fire at and we were made prisoner s before 1ve had a chanc e to resist. We were taken before White \i\folf, and when we all refused to join his party and swear that we would no longer serve you, he ordered that we si1oulcl be to1iured to death. 1 ''The order was can-ied out, although some of his braves protested against it. My comrades are now dead, a11d as for me-well, I got a chance to break away from them, and took it; but you can see what I went through first. "I had o cut my w.ay 'through six of his braves, anr they wounded me many times before I could reach a horse and make a clash for the open plain. My comrades were all dead by that for I was the last man fl:'_ served for the torture." The brave had scarcely strength to tell this grim story, and as he finished it he fainted dead away. Buffalo Bill lifted him in his strong arms and carried him outside the circle of the council, delivering him over to the charge of Wild Bill, who speedily brought him round and attended to his wounds. Willow Blossom had turned as pale as death when s he heard the story of Plumed Heron. She felt that she was responsible for the death of her tribesmen. But in a mo ment the cGurage natural to a daughter of Tiger Heart came to her aid, and her sorrow turned to a passion of anger. "\i\There is the man who will give me revenge on this so n of a clog who has tortured his own kinsmen?" she de manded, angrily. "Shall we endure this thing? White Wolf must die I Ah! Long Hair, it had been well if you had slain him when you had the chance! Then this thing would not have happened. The blood of my braves would not have cried aloud for vengeance. But the past is dead. There remains only the future! To the man who slays White Wolf I pledge myself. He will be the


' THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 19 greatest brave in the tribe, for there can be no service greater than his." ..;.. Her fiery words made a great impression on the council. Man after man sprang to his feet and declared that he would seek White Wolf out in the heat of battle and kill him Lone Bear sat silent, absorbed in thought. He was not a man given to l oud protestations. He preferred to do things before he spoke of them. Buffalo Bill watched him narrowly for a few minutes, and then walked over to him and tapped him lightly on the shoulder. Lone Bear looked round, with a start, and then, seeing who it was, smiled pleasantly. "Come, my brother," said Buffalo Bill. "I have a word to say to you." Lone Bear arose immediately and followed him. Buffalo Bill sat down at a distance of about a hundred yards from the council fire, after making sure that there was no one around to overhear him, and said : "Lone Bear, do you not want to win the prize and make Willow Blossom your wife?" Lone Bear did not answer in words, but his fiery dark eyes spoke volumes. "Well, then," the border king went on, "I have a plan to suggest by which you may do it, provided you are successful. But it is dangerous "Lone Bear cares nothing for the danger," said the young chief. "He does not care to live if another brave wins Willow Blossom." Listen! This is the plan I have thought of. "Have you heard o the sacred war drum of the Da....-Kotas? Yes, I see you have. It is their talisman-their mascot Again and again it has been beaten by their head medicine man before they marched to victory over their foes, and they believe that all their good fortune depends upon keeping it in t11e possession of the tribe. Is this not so?" "Ay, it is so," replied the Indian. "It is the common talk among all the tribes "Then your course is plain," said the border king. : Make your way by stea!th into the camp of the Dakotas and steal war druin. Bring it back with you to our camp, and you will be acclaimed as the best brave of your nation. The hearts of the Dakotas will turn to water when they know that they have lost this talisman upon which they depend for all their victories, and it will be easy for us to vanquish them, even if they seek the shelter of their mountain strongholds." -The young Cheyenne chieftain was fired by these stir ring words, and he instantly replied: "I will do it, or die in the attempt. Long Hair, you have shown me the way to win willow Blossom; and I will risk everything in the effort. It may be that I will encounter that villain White Wolf while I am on this task. If so, I sha have a double chance of winning my, bride, for he shall not escape if he comes within reach of my tomahawk." "Don't think it is going to be too easy, Lone Bear," said Cody, warningly. "Do you knew where the medi cine men of the Dakotas keep their sacred war drum hidden?" "No." "I heard of it from an old Dakota whom I befriended two years ago. I saved his life when he was attacked by a grizzly bear, nd he told me many things about tribe-among the rest, about this sacred war drum." "But would it be right to use what he told you to in jure his own tribe?" asked Lone Bear, who was in all things the soul of honor. "Yes, there can be no harm. He himself had a bitter grudge against his tribe. They had left him, and wounded, in the desert to be the prey of wild beasts, be caw;;e they could not be troubled to carry him along with their hunting party. He would have died but for me. "He swore that if he lived long enough he would have revenge on the men who had so basely deserted him. Nothing would have pleased him more than that I should use what he told me to harm the tribe. .. "He is dead now-he died some months afterward as the result of exposure in his old age, but I can fancy that his spirit would look down from the happy hunting grounds of the Great Manitou and rejoice in the down fall of the Dakota nation which treated him so cruelly." "Then say on," Lone Bear said. "What did he tell you about this sacred drum, Long Hair?" CHAPTER IX. \ THE WAR DRUM: OF THE DAKOTAS. Buffalo Bill hesitated for a moment, and then said: "I do not like to tell you the story, Lone Bear, for any attempt to seize the drum be frought with terrible danger. I may be sending you to your death. No, I will go myself and try to find it." The eyes of the young chief flashed fire. "My brother forgets! he exclaimed. "What will my life be worth to me if another brave wins Willow Blos som and becomes the chief of the Cheyenne nation?" "Very well, then, I tell you ; but only on condi tion that I accompany you to the neighborhood of the camp of the Dakotas. You can go in alone and try to seize the war drum ; but I must be there so that if you are captured I plan some scheme for your rescue, or if you are kil"'1"'l can avenge you." "Agreed;" said Lone Bear. "Then. listen. The sacred war drum is hidden in a cave near the base of Coyote Mountain. In this cave the I Dakotas bury their great chiefs and medicine men and keep all tlieir tribal treasures.


20 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. \ "It is supposed to be haunted by the ipirits of the dead, "What is to be done?'' she asked. "I know they are and on that account it is not often visited by Darunning into great danger." kot as Only the medicine men go there, as a rule-ex"It's. easy enough to guess where they are g o ing," \Vild Bill remarked. "They have struck the trai l fo r t he ccp t on some great occasion, like the burial of a chief. Dakota camp. Goodness only knows what they are going "But there is danger now, because the scouts report to do there, but they have some big scheme in mind, that the Dakotas are assembling at the foot of Coyote and they arc the men to carry it through, too.'' Mountain, which is one of their principal strongho l ds. "They will be captured and tortured to death," said Ybu may have to penetrate right through their camp beWillow B l ossom, break ing down and sobbing bitte r ly. "Let us go after them at once, with a strong war party, fore y o u can get to the cave." so that we will be at hand to help them if danger threat"! care nothing for the risk," declared Lone Bear, his ens," Red Tomahawk suggested dark face alive with eager excitement. The prospect of "But if we do that, we may spoil their scheme," Wild such an adventure as1Cody-.,j1eld out to him had startled Bill objected. "Whatever it is, they want to carry it him out of his usual calm dignity. through alone. They evidently fear that if many men were with them they would not have a chance "Do you know the country around Coyote Mountain?" ."That is true," Willow Blossom said, "but we cannot the border king asked. leave them alone. I will tell you what we will do To"Yes,. I have hunted there," the young chief morrow morning we will start upon their trail with a large war party and follow them straight to the Dakota "Then here is a plan which will show you the location camp, if it leads there. They will trave l faster tha n we of the cave, as well as I can remember it from the deshall, so that they will have plenty of time to carry out scription given to me by the old Dakota." their plans. If we find they have been captured, we may He drew from his pocket a pencil and paper, and rapbe able to rescue them. If not--" icily sketched a plan. The young chieftainess did not finish the sentence, but the fierce look in her eyes boded ill for the Dakotas. The Cheyenne comprehended it in a m o ment, for he Next morning the Cheyennes took the trai l more than was a man of quick intelligence. two hundred braves strong, and they found, as they ex"We will start at once," he declared. "I will give pectecl, that it led to the stronghold o_f the Dakotas. orders that no movement is to be made against the Da-* * * * kotas until we return. All our braves can remain in the Lone Be;:tr and his paleface pard crested a rise in the camp and exercise themselves with warlike sports u11til prairie, three days later, and, lying hidden in the grass, wok a careful survey of the coun t ry. they hear from us. They had come into the country of the Dakotas, and "It is not likely that the Dakotas will attack them, and they could see the smoke of the enemy's camp fires rising if they do it will be easy enough to beat them off I will lazily into the cloudless air of the early morning. .,--1 R d T 1 k cl f l B Cl The braves were preparing their breakfast. eave e oma iaw 111 commal'l 0 t 1e ear 1elThey had pitched their camp at the foot of a lofty cnnes, and Willow Blossom, of course in command of her mountain, the first of 'a long It was a good posi own people. We shall not be needed." tion. They could see the approach of an enemy in plenty Buffalo Bill agreed to this, but when the two blood of time to retire to the mountains, where they had several brothers started to make the preparations for their jourstrongholds that were almost impregnable. It would be impossible to advance over the pbin dur ney, they found that it was not easy to get away from the ing the clay without being but Lone Bear did not camp without disclosing the purpose they had in mind. want to waste time by waiting until nightfall. Lone Bear did not want to do this, because he feared Away to the east, he saw that the country was fairly that some of the other braves who were anxious to win well wooded. He decided that he would made a detour the hand of Willow Blossom might try to fbrestall him. and try to get behind the camp that way and reach the cave. Reel Tomahawk urged him to take a party of braves Buffalo Bill, meanwhi le, would remain behind the rise. with him, and Wild Bill and Nick Wharton were very hidden in a clurnp of timber with the horses. He l onged anxious to go with Cody, declaring that he was having to go with his blood brother, but the latter protested that all the fun and they were being left out in the cold. But if he did, the deed would be robbed of much of its glory. It was with a heavy heart that the border king watchrd .to take others with them might have spoiled their plans, his friend depart, for he feared that he might have sent for the job would have to be clone with great secrecy if him to his death. it \Vas to succeed. Finally they managed to break away, and rode off together, leaving their friends in a very dis satisfied trame of mind. Willow Blossom was especially because she had failed to persuade either Buffalo Bill o r Lone Bear to tell her where they were going. As soon as they had departed, she calred the two white scouts and Red Tomahawk into conferei1ce. -' CHAPTER X IN THE SACRED CAVE Lone Bear was an expert in the art of taking cover. He knew that many keen eyes i n the Dakota camp must he on the watch, and he was therefore very cautious in creeping through the long grass to the timbered belt in \\ hich he would be comparatively safe.


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 21 He had left his behind with Cody, a s it would encumber his movem e nts. H e had a revolver in his belt but he did not mean to u s e it e xcept in the last ex tremity, for it would bring too many of his foes clown upon him. He would rather trust to the noiseless steel. At last he reached th e timber, apparently unseen by the enemy; and he r ose t o his fee! and stepped boldly and briskly forward. securely sh e ltered by the thick vegeta tion. The wood ran clear down t o th e side of the mountain, at a distance of about a quart e r of a mile from the Da kota camp. If he could pass through it safel y he could lurk under cover of the broken ground around the base of the mountain until he found the cave. As h e advanced through the wood, he looked car v ill g e t a w a y w hat e v e r I d o ," Lone Bear tered to him s elf, pickin g up t h e knife he had thrown at his hidden fo e "So much the m o re reason to push on and try to find th e cave before he brings the rest of hi s tribe down on me. It would take too much time to try to catch him in this thick wood." The thought of giving up the enterprise and going back, now that the enemy would be warned of his pres ence never once entered the head of the brave, young Cheyenne. 1 He had quite made up his mind to carry the adventure through successfully or perish in the attempt. Pushing on rapidly, he soon emerged from the thick wood into a barren gully. Looking at the plan which Buffalo Bill had given him, he saw that he must be near the object of hi s quest. He searched the sides of the gully carefully, for the old Dakota had said that the entrance to the i;a ve was in such a place. At last, to the left, he saw a small hole-barely lar ge enough for him to crawl through' on his hands and knees. It looked as if it was the lair of some wild beast, and for a moment he hardly dared to hope that he had really made the great, discovery. But when he passed through the hole he saw that it led to a larger passage, : rnd be yond it the shadowy dimness of a large cave was re vealed to his eag er gaze. The sound of running water came to his ears, faint but distinct, fr o m the d e pths of the cave. Evidently there was some subterranean stream running through it and empt y ing itself through some other opening. L one Bear hastened through the narrow passage, and then lig hteda candle which Bitffalo Bill had given him. He saw that th e s ide s and roof of the cave were covered with huge s tala ctite s, which gave it a weird and terrify i n g appearance in the dim li g ht. Th e Che y e nn e chi e f w a s as brave as any of his race, but he had a fair share of the sup e r s tition c o mmon to all r e d s kins. H e thought now of the st odes that the cave wa s haunted b y th e spirits of the d e ad Dakotas who were buried in it, a nd for a moment his lofty courage failed him. The n he remembered the great pri z e he had at stake-Will ow Blo ssom-and h e w ent b o ldl y forward. The p as s age so on gre w lar ge r and broad e ned out until th e fee ble light c a s t b y hi s candl e could n o t r e ach to both sides o f th e w all of roc k with which he was hemmed in. Presentl y he c a me to a parting of the wa ys. The cav e rn br a nch e d off into two passa g es, both of vast extent, a s far as he c o uld s e e b y the faint light at his command. H e he s itated course to take-which cavern to s e arch fir s t. As he st o od th e re, unable to make up )1is mind, he happ e ned to ca s t hi s e y e s to the ground, and saw, just in front of him th e impr ess ion o f a Dakota moccasin on a p a tch of so ft clamp sand. It pointed in the direction of th e c avern t o tb e rig ht. Som e bo dy h a d g on e in th e re, and only a short time b e fore, judg in g from the fre s hne s s of the footprint. P e r h a p s th e m(ln wa s s till th e re. No! Lo o kin g around car e fully, the Cheyenne s aw a n o th e r footprin t in the sand in th e o pposite dire ction. The man had not only gone into the cav e rn, but had r e turned from it. The hard rock of the floor h a d not taken the impre s sio ns of his moccasins but they were revealed by this littl e patch of telltale sand. The re was no l onge r any rea s on to doubt which of the tw o cave s was th e rig h t o ne.


22 ,.. THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. It was practically certain that the Dakota, who was in all probabiiity a priest, had g one to visit the shrine at which the sacred war drum and all the other "war medi cine" of his tribe was kept. The ground was uneven and covered with bowlders. In the dim light Lone Bear continually tripped and stumbled. At last he fell headlong over a small rock, and found himself up to his neck in water. He had fallen into a silent but swiftly flowing subter ranean stream, and it was some few moments before he could struggle to his feet and wade to the other side against the force of the cnrrent. Luckily the place on which he had stumbled was shal low. As he afterward found, if h e h a d fallen in a little lower down he would have found himself in ten feet of water, and might have drown ed, for, like most of the Indians of the plains, he was of no account as a swimmer. As it was, had soaked his r e v o lver and cartridge belt, and it was pretty certain that the weapon would be of no use to him if it came to a fight with the Dakotas. It was not long before he had good cause to regret this misfortune most sincerely. He had held on to the candle in his struggle with the stream. Luckily his match e s, being in a water-tight box, had remained dry. He lit the candle again, and went on his way, more cautiously than before. About a hundred yards further on he came into a large, circular hall with a pornelike roof. It might haye been hollowed out by human hands, so regular and sym metrical were its proportions. Directly in the center of this hall there was a lar ge, raised platform built of rocks and bowlders. The sight of that platform and what was upon it froze Lone Bear's blood with horror, and he had h

THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 23 had Lone Bear been the man to be impressed by such a scene, which he was not. They had halted, in momentary indecision, not more than a hundred yards away from the point where he was standing. Their blazing torches revealed th eir tall feather head dresses and their dark, naked bodies which were fright fully painted with the gaudy colors of the war council and the medicine lodge. The light s hone on the steel of their tomahawks and rifles, for they were well armed. Worse than that-it showed up the, skeletons standing erect upon the plat form with terrible distinctness. Lone Bear sh udd e red as he saw them again, an1 he felt that they were threatening him with nameless tortures for having dared to plunder their shrine. Some of the Dakotas were also nervous pf that grim and ghostly place, for Lone Bear could hear the warriors begging the medicine men to return. TI1e latter, of course, cared nothing for the sight of the skeletons, for they were u sed to them. "The iight is gone," said one of the braves, foudly, but in a voice that shook with terror. He seemed to be speaking in o rder to keep hi s courage up. "The Chey en n e must have fallen a prey to the devils of this place. They carried him off to th eir home in the bowels of the earth at the very moment when he sought to take t h e sac red drum." 1 "Fool!" answered one of the medicine men, wJi.; seeme d to be the chief over the rest. "The drum is gone, a nd the Cheyenne is somewhere here. He can't be far aw ay. He must b e lurking in the shadows of the cavt:>. Search thoroughly The man spoke in a tone of unusual ferocity and ower, and Lone Bear recognized in a flash that here the foe he had most rea so n to fear. He was not scared by the supposed ghostly terrors of the place, and )ie was filled with a relentless determination to find the intruder. Fortunateiy for the young Cheyenne, the Dakotas did not scatter to find him. Whether because of their super stitious fears, or because they preferred not to stumble on a desperate man alone in the dark, they kept to gether. He started at once to edge his way noiselessly toward the passage by which he had entered. There was no light to guide his steps, and, groping his way by the sense of touch, he had to go slowly lest he should stumble again over a rock and make l a noise which would dis close his position to the enemy. The intense gloom was very confusing, and he had to look round constantly to see where he was. The Dakotas, as he saw to his infinite relief, had gone forward to search the other end of the vast hall. They had naturally imagined that when he hearq their war cry he would flee away from them as far as he could go, instead of dodging toward them in order to try to reach passage by which he had entered. But soon they discovered their mistake, and turned to retrace their steps, yelling loudly in their anger and dis appointment. Their torches drew rapidly nearer and nearer. Lone Bear had been feeling his way along the side of the hall by touching the rocky wall, but he began to fear that he must have passed the entrance, so long was he coming to it. Ther., at last, he felt a siight current of air in his face, and he knew that it must come from the passage, for the atmosphere in the domed hall was still and close. Next moment his hand, which had been touching the wall, went into space. He had found the entrance, and had at lea st a chance for his life, although a mighty poor one. But just as he was over his luck, his foot slipped and he went crashing down on the rocky floor with a noise that sounded all through the domed cham ber. His fall sent or three bi g stones rolling, and they had hardly stopped before the loud yells of the Dakotas showed that they had not been slow to perceive hi s exact position. The torches came forward now far more quickly than before and, as he rose from the ground, aching with the pain of his heavy fall, Lone Bear saw that there was nothing for it now but a trial of speed. Yet the ground was so bad that for a time he could not go fast. Then it improved, and h e was able to break into a run. The path was now level and straight, for he had not yet come to the subterranean river. What worried him most of all was that, after a few minutes, he neither heard nor saw anything of his foes. Their torches no longer flickered in the darkness, and their yells no longer smote upon his ears. What l}ad become of them? It was absurd to suppos e that they had given up the chase. Lone Bear kne'V the nature of the Dakotas far too well to believe that for a moment. P e rhaps they had extinguished th e ir torches and were creeping on him silently through the darkness, hopin :; to attack him by surprise and kill or capture him with out giving him a chance to slaughter any of them. Or perhaps they had turned off into some secret passage parallel with the one through which he was fly in g, and would get ahead of him and spring out upon him suddenly before he could win his way to the blessed light of day. He stopped, as this thought struck him, and hesitated for a moment. Should he go back to the hall of death and try to find some other exit from the mammoth cave No! a thousand times no! The young Cheyenne felt that he would rather face living foes at any disadvantage than return to those menacing skeletons. He knew that he had little hope of eluding his pur. suers without a fight but the horrors of the cavern had so settled on his mind that he was determined to try to gain the open air at any cost rather than go back. Suddenly he a little flicker of light on the rocky floor directly in frl)nt of him. It must be his foes, waiting for him, with a torch.shel tered by their hands. were only a few feet away, behind a jutting rock. His idea that they had sought another and a swifter passage must have been correct. He halted instantly, but as he did so the head medicine man whom he had seen in the cave of skeletons stepped from behind the rocls, holding the torch in one hand and carefully shading it with the other. Evidently he wanted to find out where the Cheyenne was, for he must have been wondering why he had been so long in coming through the P.assage.


THE BUFF ALO BILL ST GRIES. He caught sight of Lone Bear instantly, and with a savage snarl leaped toward him, thrusting forward the torch as if he would thrust it in his face and blind him with the flame. With a quick jump the young Cheyenne eluded the fearful weapon. As he did so, he whipped out his revolver from his belt, forgetting for the moment that the cartridges had been soaked in the subterranean river. The hammer fell with a click, and he knew that the weapon was useless. So did the Dakota priest. Yelling with savage delight, he again rushed forward, brandishing the torch above his head. But Lone Bear, without a second's delay, hurled the heavy revolver in his face with stunning force The man reeled back, groaning, and put his hands to his face. The young chief sprang at him, tomahawk in hand, in tending to brain him before he For it seemed that die he must. A dozen other medicine men braves had followed their leader from behind the rock and were now swarming up to attack him. Lone Bear aimed a blow at the chief priest's head, but that worthy had only taken a second or two to recover from the stunning shock of the revolver. Quiek as a snake to dodge, he ducked his head, and the tomahawk fell upori the forehead o f one of )1is com panions who was rushin g to his aid. The fellow fell to the ground, screaming in his death agony; and his fall checked the rest for an instant. Lone Bear was quick to take advantage qf their pause. He dashed through them slashing right and left with his tomahawk, and hardly noticing in his hurry whether or not his blows took effect. In a few moments he was free of the crowd and racing onward toward the little tunnel which led to the open air. The Dakotas-those of them who had survived the fu rious fight-gave chase, yelling like fiends robbed of their prey. Lone Bear had not escaped from that terrible rnelee unscathed. One of the braves had struck him a severe blow on the shoulder with the butt end of his rifle, and a medicin e man had stabbed him in the side with a knife just as he was getting free of the crowd. Blood was flowing freely from this wound, and it pained him more and more as he ran, until_ he grew dizzy and sick, and swa.yed side to side. His strength was rapidly fa1l111g, and 1t seemed certa111 that he must fall into the hands of his bloodthirsty foes. Stumbling with every footstep, he still pushed gallantly onward until at last he tripped over a rock and was sent to the ground like a stone from a sling. He lay there for a few moments unconscious. Then he opened his eyes and looked round feebly. He was lying flat on the rock, with his hands stretched out in front of him. They touched nothing, and when he groped with them he could find nothing but space. A cold sweat of horror broke out all over his body. Brave man though he was, he shuddered and nearly re lapsed into unconsciousness. He was lying on the very brink of a terrible chasm, which opened in the rocky floor of the cave His lucky fall had alone saved him from stumbling over its brink and being hurled down into fathomless depths. CHAPTER XII. ON THE EDGE OF THE ABYSS. Lone Bear's position now seemed to be utterly hopeless. Behind him were his bloodthirsty and merciless foes; in front, the yawning precipice. He could hear the voices of the Dakotas as they has tened toward him through the gloom. They bad followed him slowly and cautiously, for they were sure of catching him. As a matter of fact, several of their comrades were on guard outside the cave, at the mouth of the entrance tunnel; and Lone Bear would .I'"""\ surely have been struck down and captured as he emerged if he had rr anaged to gain his goal. The young Cheyenne looked around eager! y for some means of as their torches drew nearer; but he could find none, and he resigned himself with the forti tude of an Indian chief to death. He had made up his mind that he would not be captured, and that, before he fell he would cast the sacred war drum of the Dakotas over the brink of the precipice. I Drawing back into the shadow of a large rock he drew his knife-for he had lost his tomahawk in his fall-and -11e rved himself for his last fight. He could see the Dakotas halt about forty feet away, cluster to ge ther in a bunch, and look around. They talked in high-pitched voices, nervously and excitedly, r and seemed very much afraid to leave one another. Lone Bear caught the voice of the chief medicine man, raised in anger. He was again telling them to scatter and search for the intruder, but they would not do They feared the chasm, which they supposed to be the habitation of evil spirits, and they had seen enough of the prowess of their enemy to be afraid of meeting him alone. The medicine man advanced alone toward the edge of the abyss. His eyes flashed cruelly, like those of an angry snake. He guessed pretty well where his enemy was, and he was determined that he should not escape him again. His head was singing from the blow in the face he had received from Lone Bear's revolver, and he yearned for revenge. Besides this, he knew that unless he could recover" the sacred war drum and punish the daring en emy who had tried to steal it, his power among his peoJ?le would be at an end. It only needed a glance into his baleful eyes, gleaming brightly in the light of the torch which he carried in his left hand to read his fixed resolve to grapple with his foe and slay him. Lone Bear waited, without hope and without fear, for the inevitable struggle. He had resolved, for his part, that he would carry the--., medicine man, close-locked in his embrace, over tbe edge of the precipice, so that they would go down to death together. He had no hope that, weak as he was, he could vanquish him and then escape from the other Indians. For a few moments the fierce priest did not see him, and they were moments that seemed like weeks to the waiting man. He walked up and down the edge of the precipice, at a


a THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 25 distance of about thirty yards frdm Lone Dear, and then turned and was about to go back to his comrades, having apparently decided in his own mind that the fugitive had fallen into the abyss in the haste of his flight. But as he turned, raising the torch aloft for a last look around, his eyes fell upon the figure of the Cheyenne crouching, knife in hand, in the shadow of the rock. In an instant he whipped out his own knife, threw down the torch and ran toward his foe. They came together on the very edge of the chasm and fought their wild duel, each man knowing that a single false step would prove bis doom, and that the one who staggered from a wound would go reeling clown to a terrible death. Lone Bear was faint with l oss of blood and the nu merous injuries he had received in his long-drawn-out struggle for life, but he braced himself up for the fight with all the courage of hjs indomitable nature. He had beeri waiting for it, and he received the onset of the Da kota with a deadly coolness. But the medicine man, maddened by his fanatical hate, showed little caution and paid the natural penalty. He n,ishecl at Lone Bear with the blind rage of a bull and made two vicious stabs at him with his knife, both of which the lithe, young Cheyenne dodged easily. Then, just as the second blow was struck, Lone Bear saw his chance. "With a quick, sure thrust he buried his knife up to the hilt in the body of the priest. Still he was not out of peril. The medicine man gave a terrible groan as .he felt rhe steel. Even Lone Bear, trained to bloody deeds though he was, could hardly repress a shudder when it smote upon his ear. Swaying like a drunken man, the Dakota fou ght back the wave of death that he felt surging over him, and c_A.ttggered forward, trying to come to hand-gri_ps Jill enemy and drag him clown to death with him. He clasped Lone Bear in his arms with the terrible .. ,.;clutch of a dying man and slowly di;,gged him, inch by inch, toward the brink. .' Weakened as he was, the Cheyenne struggled vainly; but when he was only a couple of feet away from his impending doom he managed to wrench his right arm free and deal his terrible foe two swift stabs straight to the heart. That death grip was relaxed at once, but as he fell over the edge the medicine man tore away the sacred war drum which was hanging by a thin string over Lone Bear's shoulders. It went down with him into the bottomless p.it which he expiated the mariy deeds of blood and horror which he had clone in the service of his false gods. As he fell into the spirit-haunted depths a cry came from liis lips so weird and unearthly that it seemed it must have been uttered by one of the demons supposed by the Indians to dwell there. That, at all events, was the opinion of the other Da kotas. Bear turned to face them, knife in hand, ex-' pecting that he would soon follow the man he had slain. In the fitful gleam of the torches, stained from head to foot with blood and with his face ghastly and haggard from the strain of the1 terrible experiences he had gone through, it was hardly st.range that the red skins took him for his own ghost. They thought he had been slain by the demons of the pit and had r e appeared again to kill them. His mar velous escape in the duel with the medicine man, which they had witnessed, seemed more than mortal. For a moment they gazed at him in terrified hesitation. Then, as he uttered the war cry of the Cheyennes in a high-pitched unearthly screech and took a step toward them, their overstrained nerves broke down completely. They were orave enough warriors under ordinary cir cumstances, no doubt, but the terrors of that spirit haunted cave were too much for them. They gave a yell of fear and horror, and then tun;Jed tail and fled into the darkness, never once stopping to cast a glance behind them. l\fad with the lust of blood-the passion of the savage redskin Bear t.ried to pursue them. After all he had passed through, he seemed to have lost the desire of life, as he had certainly iost fear of death. But he soon found that he was too weak to take l}lany step_s. He sank down upon the rocks, bleeding freely, and fainted. ---CHAPTER XIII. THE SUBTERRANEAN RIVER. -' How long he lay there Lone Bear couid not tell, but it must have been for several hours. The Indians, frightened nearly out of their skins, did 11o t c ome back to trouble hiin. Indeed, as Lone Bear found out later; all the braves of Dakotas gave the sacred cave a very wide berth fqr s everal months afterward. Only a few medicine men entered it, in fear and trembling, "to see if' they could dis cover any trace of the sacred' drum. They found a fragment of the broken string on the brink of the precipice, and rightly guessed that the drum itself had gone down into the abyss and was lost to them forever. Mourning bitterly, they returned to their people and imparted the sad news, with the result that the war like spirit of the braves was greatly weakened, for they thought their luck as a nation had vanished with the loss of their much-prized talismait This had a very important effect later, but we must now return to Lone Bear. As he returned to his senses he became aware that he had had a remarkably narrow escape of bleeding to death. His deerskin: jack et and breeches were caked with blood. It had already dried, thus showing how long he must have lain unconscious. Luckily, the wounds had stopped bleeding of their own 'accord, although the stab in his side still gave him a good deal of pain. When rose to his feet, he felt weak, but much better than he had been before his fight with the medicirte man. His head was clear and his brain active. The desire for life-life with Willow Blossom-.had returned, and J1e thought hard how he could best escape from his still perilous position. He did not fear that the Dakotas would return, but he believed they would leave a guard at the tlmnel by which he had entered the cave, so that they could slay him when he emerged, ifby any chance he should happen to be still alive.


I THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. It followed that he must find some other way out. But was there another way? Suddenly he remembered the subterranean river, in which he had so narrowly escaped drowning. That river must flow somewhere. Perhaps it went dowp into the bowels of the earth ; perhaps it emerged into the open country not far away. Could he not float down on its swift current to safety? It was a desperate chance, but it seemed to him better than trying to escape by the way he had come, with the almost certain chance of falling into the hands of the Dakotas. He picked up the. torch which the dead medicine man had flung down when he advanced to attack him and re lighted it. he made his way, slowly and cautiously, to the river. He took good care not to risk falling into any mc;:>re chasms, and he searched all around the vast cave for another way out. This consumed an hour or so, and at the end of that time he was forced to conclude that there was none. He had to take his choice between the tunnel and the river. He walked up and down the brink of the stream for some time, examining it carefully. He saw that the b'ed was broad and deep, with apparently very few turns and obstructions. The place into which he had fallen some hours before was the shallowest part of the stream. How was he to float down? He could hardly swim three strokes, and he had all a non-swimmer 's terror of the water especially of a stream that looked so black and cruel as this subterranean river to which no ray of sunlight ever penetrated. Lone Bear decided that he must have something to float upon, or he would surely be drowned He made another long search, and at last nerved him self up tQ face once more the grim skeletons of the hall of death. There he found that which he sought. The skeletons were attached to a strong and heavy board base, mape of a number of planks tied together with strips of rawhide. It was some -minutes before Lone Bear could summon up his courage to tear the skeletons awa y from their sup port, but it had to be done, and at last he did it. The framework was too heavy for him to carry to the side of the stream, so he cut the la shi ngs apart and carried the planks thither one by one. When he had four of them he bound them together aga in firmly, and thus had an excellent raft. With hope once more surging in his heart, he pushed it into the stream, juniped aboard, lay down flat on his stom ach and drifted swiftly onward-whither he could not tell. He had done all he could, and it rested with the Great Manitou whether he would ever be permitted to see the blessed light of day < 3ain. The current grew swifter and swifter, and it soon be came evident that the river was running down a steep incline. Would it end in a cataract, in an awful fall in \vhich he would be strangled and pounded to death? Suddenly he saw, far ahead of him, a tin y ra y of light. It was the open sun.shine-the sunshine of early morn ing, soon after the dawn, for he had been occupied all night in ..the cave. Would he reach it in safety, or would he be killed by so me unkn own peril before he could emerge from that terrible cave? Nearer and nearer the light came, and he was just be ginning to congratulate himself that he was saved, when his frail craft struck a hidden snag and was smashed instantly to pieces. Lone Bear str6ggled in the swift current for a few moments, and then he was thrown with great force against the side of the rock. His head struck it, an

THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. Soon a bound figure was led out of a tepee and marched toward the stake by several of the medicine men Even at that distance, the border king recognized the figure as that of his blood brother, Lone Bear-the man whom he had sworn by the solemn oath of blood to pro tect, and, if need were, to die for-the man who was now going to his death indirectly through his, Cody's, means. "I ought never to have sent him on s uch a mission," groaned the border king, forgetting in his generous self reproach that Lone Bear had been eager to go and that he had tried to hold him back. Well, there is still time. I reckon the Dakotas would rather have me to work their tricks on even than him." Without a moment's hesitation, he rose from the bushes behind which he was hidden and d scended the hillock, running toward the crowd of Indians who were gathered near the stake. He had made up his mind to offer his own life in ex c 1ange for that of his blood brother. He knew that the Dakotas feared and hated him as they feared and hated no other man-not even the chief of the Bear Cheyennes-not even the intruder who had broken into their sacred cave, stolen their war drum and slain their high priest. The border king had inflicted bitter losses on th e tribe again and again, and they would have cheerfully sacri ficed two score bravt;s to get him into their p o wer. The redskins were s'O intent upon watching the pris oner, to see whether he showed any trac e s of fear, that Buffalo Bill was able to get quite close to them before he was seen. Suddenly a brave, happening to turn round, perceived him and pointed his finger at him, yelling in his sur prise. The Dakotas were astounded. They looked at him as if he had dropped from the skies. The Cheyenne chief, White Wolf, who was in their midst with his braves, was the first to recover from his amazement. When he recognized Cody ai; his old enemy he shrieked with fury, drew a scalping knife from his belt and rushed toward him. / A Dakota, whose fine headdress of eagle feathers showed that he was the paramount chief of the tribe, grappled with him and pushed him back. He saw that the border king had a six-shooter in each hand, and he wanted to hear what he had to say before the fighting began. He, too, had recognized the redoubt able Long Hair; and be had a shrewd suspicion what was the nature of the mission that had brought him so boldly into the camp Addressing himself to this Dakota chieftain, the knight of the plains said, courteous! : "Greeting, Iron' Fist! You and I have never met, save ._,,the field of battle, but we k1'ow one another pretty well, I think. Here, you see, I have two revolvers You know enough about me to be sure that I carry a life in every bulJet. The last bullet will be for myself-the last but one for the prisoner there. Will you listen quietly to what I have to say, or must I begin to fire?" "Speak, Long Hair! We listen. None shall harm you until I declare this truce at an end." White Wolf gnashed his teeth with rage when he heard this, but at a sign from theii: chief two of the Dakotas had ranged themselves alongside of him, and by main force they restrained him from attempting another at tack. "Is it not true that you would give much to have me as a prisoner in your power, so that you could bind me to the stake !md work yottr will on me?" asked Buffa l o Bill. I . "Long Hair knows it is true," replied the Dakota chid, with savage emphasis upon his words. "There is no other man who has done so much harm to the Dakotas as Long Hair." "Well, Iron Fist, will you give me the life of that prisoner if I give you mine-if I thrown down my guns and surrender myself as a prisoner into your hands?" Iron Fist had been expecting this offer, but when it came he was almost stunned by its splendid generosity and self-sacrifice. Savage though he was, he could ap preciate nobility even in his foes. "Long Hair," he said, slowly, as a murmur of admira tion arose from the circle of Indians, "you are the noblest man I ever met. There is no man among the Dakotascno, nor among any other Indian tribe-who wou l d d o this." "Do you accept the offer ?" "Yes." "What surety have I tliat you will Jet the prisoner go?" "The tongue of Iron Fist is not crooked said the Indian, proudly. "I have spoken, and my words are not forked. I will swear it by the bones of my fathers, by niv hope to rid e in the happy hnnting grounds of the Gieat Manitou." Duffalo Bill knew that the chief had a high reputation for a man of his word and he decided to accept his o a th. He threw his revolvers to the ground and sub mitt e d to have his arms bound by the Dakotas. All this time Lone Bear was not idle or silent. He protested again and again that he would not the sacr.ifice which his blood brother offered to make for him; but the matter did not rest within his pnwer to decide. By the order of Iron Fist, three of the braves gagged him and then carried him back to the tepee, from wl1ich he had just been brought. After the sacrifice had been accomplished he would be set at liberty. The border king was speedily bound to the stake. Much as the Dakotas admired his conduct, they did not intend to be balked of their vengeance, On the contrary, they would subject him to the worst tortures their savage minds could conceive. They yearned for the satisfaction of wringing at least one groan from a man of such splen did courage. Iron Fist commanded that four small fires of logs and brushwood should be built at four corners of a square, each about ten feet away from the stake to which the vic tim had b<':en bound. He meant that the border king should roast in the tor tures of a slow fire before the torch was put to the fuel piled up beneath his feet. The fires were built and lighted, and soon they were blazing fiercely. Buffalo Bill nerved up his courage to endure this fiery trial. He was determined that he would not give the savages the pleasure of forcing a single groan from his lips. If he must die he would at least die like a true American, without whining. The flames of the four fires, burning so close t o him,


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. scorched bis clothes and singed his hair and mustache. The heat was terrible, and he almost swooned away. But not a sound did he u tter. Maddened by the stern fortitude of Buffa l o Bill, the chief of the Dakotas s t epped forward to app l y the torch to the sticks beneath his feet. But before he could l ight the fire he fell back, with a bullet through b rain. The Dakotas yelled with rage and wonder when they saw the sudden death of their chieftain, who expired al most before he touched the ground. They had little time for surprise, h o wever. With an ear-split ting yell, the war hos t of the Chey ennes, led by Red Tomahawk and Willow Bloss o m in person, were upon them. They had been able to creep up eas i ly without being detected, favored by the clouds of smoke that rolled out from the four fires, and also by the ffct that the Dakotas were too much absorbed by their devilish task to keep a proper l ookout. The bat t le that followed was short but decisive. The Dakotas and White Wolf's Cheyennes were only armed with their knives and tomahawks, and some were not armed at all, for they had not anticipated danger. Taken by surprise, they were hewn down lik.e sheep by their foes, who, seeing how they were treating their b e l oved Long Hair, h ad no thought of mercy. Only a few 6f the Dakot a s managed to escape to the mountains. Wild Bill and Nick Wharton were among the first to burst into the fray. It was a shot from Wild Bill's rifle that had slain Iron Fist when he was about to put the flaming brand to the sticks beneath Cody's feet. The two scouts cared nothing at the moment for venge ance on the Dakotas. Their first thought was to rescue Cody from bis dangerous and torturing position They rushed up and scattered the four fires. Then t hey cut Buffalo Bill loose and rolled him in the grass, in order to extinguish the fire on his Clothes, which had been ignited by some of t he flying sparks. The Cheyennes past them, as they were busy with this task, and massacred the Dakotas But there was one man who saw what they were doing, and. dete r mined in his heart that the border k ing should yet die. That man was the r ecrean t C h eyen n e c h ief, White Wolf. He darted forward, knife in 11'and, c aring nothing for his own life if he cou l d only plunge the weapon up to the hilt in the heart of the knight of the plains. Nick Wharton saw him coming, and received him with act of the campaign, save only Buffalo Bill's offer to take J his place at the stake of sacrifice. I As Willow Blossom's offer did not include the white men, Lone Bear won the prize, much to the joy of t he. chieftainess herself. She hesitated for a moment before she gave herself to him, for she remembered that in a rash moment, after hearing the story told by Plumed Heron, she had said that she would wed the man who slew White Wolf. Being in all things the soul of honor, she reminded old Nick Wharton of this, and offered to marry him if he wished. The bashful old trapper was nearly scared to death at the mere suggestion In a terrified voice he called on Buffalo Bill to get him out of his plight. The border king explained, in his most solemn man ner, that old Nick h ad already got five wives in various parts of the white man's country and his laws forbade his taking any more. .. Wharton could never understand how it was that Wil low Blossom turned away from him in so much indigna tion, but he was very grateful to his friend, Cody, for getting him out ,of his scrape. Willow Blossom and Lone Bear were soon married, and they ruled the Cheyenne nation for many years. The war with the Dakotas was not finished by the one fight under the shadow of Coyote Mountain. Reinforced by other men of their nation, the Dakotas kept up the cainpaign in the mountains for several weeks; but when they knew for certain that they had lost their war drum. they put clown their constant succession of defeats to the wrath of the Great Manitou ai.1d begged for peace, which was granted to them after they had given hostages for their good behavior in the future. The Cheyennes who had followed the fortunes White ,wolf came back to the nation and were into it again by the wish of Willow Blossom. Some of the braves, especially Red Tomahawk, thought that they ought to be slain, but Lone Bear said : "No Cheyenne is our foe. Down with the Dakotas when we meet them on the field of battle! But show mercy and love to our own kinsmen." As for Buffalo Bill and his twd co1i'lracles, they dwelt for some time in the lodges of the Cheyennes, where the border king was reG'arded as the hero of heroes. But the time came when they struck out on the tra i l again in search of new scenes and fresh adventures. THE END a couple of shots from his revo l ver, which stretched him One of the most remarkable adventures in the career dead on the grass. of the border king is recounted in next week's story, Little more remains to b e told. "Buffalo Bill's Sioux Foes; or, The Noosing of Big Lone Bear was released from h i s c aptivity, safe and Elk." sound, but stifl suffering from t h e wounds he had reThe story tells how the king of the scouts guided a ceived in the sacred c ave ...., wagon train of pioneers across the plains in the face of Willow Blossom -nursed him b a c k to healt h and terrible perils at the hands of the hostile Sioux. strength, and when he was fu ll y re c o v e r ed he l d a c ounc i l The deadly enmity between the Sioux and the of the Cheyenne nation to dec i de to whom she should is one of the principa l e l ements in the plot of this thf!Il--..i aivc her hand in marriage i n acc or d ance with t he terms ing story. 1 her promi se Every boy who likes to read about the real life of the It was the u nanimous op i n i on of th e b raves that Lone Indians in the o l d pioneer days shou l d get a copy of this Bear's a dven t u r e i n the sac r ed c ave was the most heroic story No. 219, out next week. of.Wild West imitations of the Buffalo Bill Stories. T h ey are about fict i t i o us c h aracters. The B uff a lo Bill weekly is the only weekly containing the adventures of Buffqlo Bill, (Col. w. f. Cody) wbo is known all over the world as the iag of Kouts.


I YOUN6 ROU6H RIDERS WEEKLY 21-Ted Strong s Steadiness; or, The Cattle Rustlers of Ceriso. 22-Ted Strong's Land Boom; or, The Rush for a Homestead. 23-Ted Strong's Indian Trap; or, Matching Craft with Craft. 24-Ted Strong's Signal; or, Racing with Death. 25-Ted Strong's Stamp Mill; or The Woman in Black. 26-Ted Strong s Recruit ; or A Hidden Foe. 27-Ted Strong's Discovery; or, The Rival Miners. 28--Ted Strong's Chase; or, The Young Rough Riders on the Trail. 29-Ted Strong s Enemy; or, An Uninvited Guest. 30-Ted Strong's Triumph; or, The End of the Contest. 31-Ted Strong in Nebraska; or, The Trail to Fremont. 32-Ted Strong in Kansas City; or, The Last of the Herd. 33-The Rough Riders in Missouri; or, In the Hands of His Enemy. 34-The Young Rough Riders in St. Louis; or, The League of the Camorra. 35-The Young Rough Riders in Indiana ; or, The Vengeance .of the C amorra . 36--The Young Rough Riders in Chicago; or, Bud Morgan s Day Off 37-The Young Rough Riders in Kansas ; or, The Trail of the Outlaw. 38--The Young Rough Riders in the Rockies; or, Fighting in Mid Air. Rough Rider's Foray; or, The Mad Horse of Raven Hill. 40-The Young Rough Rider's ,Fight to the Death; or, The Mad Hermit of Bear's Hole. 41-The Young Rider's Indian Trail; or, Okanaga, the Cheyenne. 42-The Young Rough Rider s Double; or, Un masking a Sharn. 43-The Young Rough Rider's Vendetta ; or, The House of the Sorceress. 44-Ted Strong in Old Mexico; or, The Haunted Hacienda. 45-The Young Rough Rider in California; or, The Owls of San Pablo. 46-The Young Rough Rider's Silver Mine; or, The Texas Giant. 47-The Young Rough Rider's Wildest Ride; or, Cleaning Out a Whole Town. 48-The Young Rough Rider's Girl Guide; or, The Maid of the Mountains. 49-The Young Rough Rider's Handicap; or, Fighting the Mormon K.idnapers. 50-The Yong Rough Rider's Daring Climb; or, The Treasure of Copper Crag. 51-The Young Rough Rider's Bitterest Foe; or, The Challenge of Capt. N emo. 52-The Young Rough Rider s Great Play; or, The Mad Ally of a Villain. 53-The Young Rough Rider Trapped; or, A Villain's Desperate Play. 54-The Young Rough Rider's Still-Hunt; or, The Mystery of Dead Man's Pass. 55-The Young Rough Rider's C lose Call; or, The Girl From Denver. 56-The Young Rough Rider's Close Call; or, Life Against Life. S;'--The Young Rough Rider's Silent Foe; or, The Hermit of Satan's Gulch. 58-The Yol'lng Rough Rider s River Route; or, A Fight Against Great Odds. 59-The Young Rough Rider's Investment; or, ... A Bargain With a Ghost. 6o-The Young Rough Rider's Pledge; or, The Hermit of Hidden Haunt. 6r-The Young Rough Rider's Aerial Voyage; or, The Stranded Circus. 62-Ted Strong's Nebraska Ranch; or, The Fra cas at Fullerton. 63-Ted Strong's Treasure Hunt; or, The Demons of CoahY,ila. 64-Ted Strong's Terrible Test; or, Joining a Secret Oan. 65-The Young Rough Riders m Shakerag Canyon; or, Routing the Rustlers of tne Big Horn. 66-Ted Strong's Secret Service; or, The Mystic: Letter. 67-Ted Strong's Decisive Tactics; or, The Mara wit h the Evil Eye 68-Ted Strong's Dusky Friend; or, The Gypsy Girl's Warning. 69-The Young Rough Riders in Panam a; or. An U npr emeditated Voyage. All of the above always on hand. If you cannot get them from your newsdealer, five cents per copy will brin2 them to )'OU by mail, postpaid. STREET & SMITH, Publishers, 79-89 Seventh Ave., NEW YORK


NICK CARTER WEEKLY THE BEST DETECTIVE STORIES IN THE WORLD 4 03-T h e B rothe rho o d of the Crossed Sw o rds ; or, T h e L i ttle Giant' s Mighty T a sk. 404-The Trail of the Vampire ; or The Mys terious C rimes of P rospect Park. 405-The Demons of the Night; or, The Terrors of the Idol's Cavern 4o6-The of the Vampire ; or, Smugglers of the Deep Sea 407-A Bank President's Plot; or, Three Villains of a Stripe. 40S--The Master Criminal; or, With the Devil in His Eye. 409-The Carruthers Puzzle; or, Nick Carter's Best Disguise 410-Inez, the Mysterious; or, The Master Crim inal's Mascot. 411-The <;::riminal Queen's Oath; or, The Dif ference Between Two. 412-The Point ,of a Dagger; or, The Criminal Queen's Madness. 413-Doctor Quartz, the Second; or, The Great Freight Car Mystery. 414-Doctor Quartz, the Second, at Bay; or, A Man of Iron Nerve. 415-The Great Hotel Murders; or, Doctor Quartz's Quick Move. 416-Zanoni, the Woman Wizard; or, The Ward of Doctor Quartz. 417-The Woman Wizard's Hate; or, A Danger ous Foe. 41S--The Prison Demon; or, The Ghost of Dr. Quartz. 419-Nick Carter and the Hangman's Noose; or, 1 Dr. Quartz on Earth Again 420-Dr. Quartz's Last Play; or, A Hand with a Royal Flush. 421-Zanoni, the Transfigured; or, Nick Car ter's Phantom Mascot. 422-By Command of the Czar; or, Nick Carter' s Boldest Defiance 423-The Conspiracy of an Empire; or, Nick Car ter's Bravest Act. 424-A Queen of Vengeance; or, Nick Carter's Beautiful Nemesis. 425-Daring Dan the Human Mystery; or, Nick Carter s Smoothest Foe 426-Dan Derrington's Double; or, Nick Carter's Terrible Test 427 -The Gr eat Gold S w i ndle ; or1 The Little .Giant s Masterpiece. 42S--An E ast Ri v er Mystery; or Nick Carter s Darin g Leap 429-The P hant o m Hig hwayman; or, Nick Car. t er.' s Slend e r C lew 430-A Mill io n D ollar H ol d Up; or, Nick Car' ter 's Richest Clie n t 431-Nick Carter and the Man With the Crooked Mind . 432-Nick Carter s Convict Enemy; or The Power that Makes Men Tremble. 433-The Pirate of. Sound ; or, Nick Car ter s Midnight Swim. 434-The Cruise of the Shadow; or, Nick Cart e r's Ocean Chase. 435-A Prince of Impostors; or, Nick Carter s Clever Foil. 436-The Mystery of John Dashwood ; or, Nick Carter and th e Wharf Secret. 437-Following a Blind Trail ; or, The Detect i v e's Best Guess 43S--The Crime of th e Potomac ; or, The Telltale Finger Marks. 439-In the Shadow df Death; or, Nick Carter s Saving Hand. 440-The Fear-Haunted Broker; or, l'.Jick Carter's Great Lone-Hand e d B at tle. 441-The Greenhouse Tragedy ; or The Stab Wound in the Dark. 442-A Clever Grab ; or, Nick Carter s Worst Worry 443-The M y ste ry of the Front Room; or, Nick Carter s Marvelous Work. 444-The Crime o f Union Square ; or Nick Cart e r s Ten DeduGtions. 445-A Millionair e Criminal; or Nick Cart e r s Gr e at Enigma 446-The B roadwa y Cross ; or, The Little Giant's Day of F a te 447-The Prince s s Possess; or, Nick Carter s Beautiful Foe. 44S--The Qu e xel Tragedy; or, Nick Carter s Midnight Message. 4 4g--The Curse of the Quexels; or, The Ghost of a Murdered Beauty. 450-Missing : a Sack of Gold; or, The Express Office Mystery. J\11 of the above numbers always on hand. If you ,:anno.t get, them from your newsdealer. five cents per copy will them to you by mail. postpaid. STRT & SMITH, Publishers, 79-89 Seventh Ave., NEW YORK


----------YOUNG ROVl:R LIBRARY Adventures of THE AMERICAN HARKA THE unflagging interest taken in the fortunes of the immortal Jack Harkaway by young boys, and old boys as well, has for thirty years been one of the marvels of the publishing world. These stories seem to be just as eagerly sought after and devoured to-day as when first issued, and myriads of readers Idolize the Bold and Jack in much the same 1pirit as they do good old Robinson Crusoe. In fact it has become a household name. And yet, there has always been something like a spirit of keen dis appointment among American lads b ecause this hero happ ene d to be a Britisher. At ltst believing the time is ripe to remedy this one defect, we now take pleasure in presenting a new series, in whicb, from wee k to week will be chron icled the wonderful adventures and madcap pranks of a genuine Yankee lad, w9o certainly bids fair to out-Harkaway the famous original of this type. In the energetic and restless Link Rover a unique character has been created, so bold and striking t hat we confidently expect his name to present!)' become quite as familiar among our American boys as those of Frank M e rriw ell or Buffalo Bill. These Stories of Adventure and Frolic at school and abroad are written especially for this series by Gale Richards, who is under exclusiv e contract to devote his whole time and attention to this fascinating work There ia not a dull line from beginning to end, becall.se Link Rover believes it is his especial duty and -1 I privilege to keep things constanUy "humming." So be fairly w ed that to commence reading of his 1trang e experience1 ii to acquire the "Rover habit," which clings to one like a leech and is very hard to shake off. 111======================================= 1 12-Link Rover's Jumping Idol; or, Mad Pranks 30-Link Rover's Surprise; or, The Mischief to i.' in a Chinese Temple. Pay. 13-LiQk Rover's Pirate Junk; or, The Strange 31-Link Rover Among the Cotton PiclCers; Cruise of the H owlitig Ghost. Hustling for l,;un Down in Dixie Land, 14-Link Rover in America; or, In Search of 32-Link Rover s Black Double; or Mirth and Fun at the "Golden Gate." Mystery on the Old Plantation. 15-Link Rover's Wager; or, Mixing Them Up 33-Link Rover's Tame Scarecrow; or, The Ason the Limited. tounding Racket "Daddy" Played. 1&-Link Rover Among the Mormons ; or, A ,., 34-Link Rover's Awful Hoax; or, Comical Madcap Frolic in Old Salt Lake City. Doings Among the Lynchers. 17-Link Rover's Warning; or, The Ghastly Sell 35-Link Rover in Trouble; or, A Picnic Not on Sheriff Bowie, Down on the Bills. 18-Link Rover's Glorious Lark; or, Making a 3&-Li11k: Rover's Success; or, High Jinks Holy Show of the Train Robbers. Among the Moonshiners. 19'-Llnk Rover Stranded; or, Finding Fun on 37-Link Rover on Deck; or. Screaming Larks ,_ .,_., the Road. With Drummers. 20-Link Rover's Camp Fires; or, Jour-3S-Link Rover in Florida; or, Hilarious Times ney with the Hoboes. Under the Palmettos .21-Link Rover on Guard; or, l"ridta Played on 39'-Link Rover Stumped; or, The PranlC That Travelers. "Froggie" Planned. Rover's Discovery; or, '};, Very Hot 14e>-Link Rover's Houseboat; or, A:. Howling Time at Denver. Cruise Down Indian River 23-Link Rover Trapped; or, The Bursting of a 41-LinlC Rover Wrecked; or, Stirring Up the Bubble. Oyster Dredgers. 24-Llnk Rover and the Money Makers; or, 42-Link Rover's Little Joke; or, Warm Work at Something Not Down on the Bills. Palm Beach. 25-Link Rover in Chicago; or, Making Things 43-Link Rover on His Mettle; or, Out For Fun Fairly Hum. All the Time. 2&-Link Rover's Strategy; or, Smoking Out an 44-Link Rover's Best Scheme; or, a Hurricane Old Enemy. of Humor Along the Coast. 27-Link Rover Among the Shanty Boatmen ; or, A Roaring Voyage Down the Miss-45-Link Rove1;;'s Journey; or, The Happy -Go-issippi. Lucky Farce by "Jonsey." 28-Link Rover's Flying Wedge; or, Football 46-Link Rover in Cuba; or, Waking the Sleepy Tactics on a River Steamboat. Dons. Rover's Crusoe Island; or, A Campaign 47-Link Rover, Afloat and Ashore; or, Not So of Humor in the Flood. Simple as He Looked. .... \ All of the above numbers alwa1s on hand. If you cannot get them from your newsdealer. flye cents per copy will bring them to you by mail, postpaid. STREIT & SMITH, Publishers, 79-89 Seventh Ave., NEW YORK j


, .,. BUFFALO BILL STORIES Containing the Most Thrilling Adventures of the Celebrated Government Scout "BUFFALO BILL" (Hon. William F. Cody) 175-Buffalo Bill and the Claim Jumpers; or, The Mystery of Hellgate Mine. 176-Buffalo Bill's Strategy; or, The Queen of the Crater Cave. 177-Buffalo Bill in Morenci; or, The Cat of the Copper Crag. 178---Buffalo Bill's Dead Drop; or, The Ghost Scout of Colorado. 179-Buffalo Bill's Texan Hazard; or, The War Trail of the Apaches. 18o--Buffalo Bill's Blindfold Duel; or, The Death Feud in Arizona. l8r-Buffalo Bill's Mexican Feud; or, The Ban dits of Sonora. 182-Buffalo Bill's Still or, The Masked Men of Santa Fe. 183-Buffalo Bill's Fiercest Fight; or, The Cap tive of the Apaches. 184-Buffalo Bill's Navajo Ally; or, The War with the Cave Dwellers. 185-Buffalo Bill's Best Shot; or, Saving Uncle Sam's Troopers. 186-Buffalo Bill's Girl Pard; or, The Mystery of the Blindfold Oub. '' 198---Buffalo Bill's Nebraskan Quest; or, The Secret Brotherhood of the Platte. 199-'Buffalo Bill and the Hounds of the Hills; or, The. Traitor Trooper. 200-Buffalo Bill's Young Partner; or, The Outlaw Queen's Cipher Message. 201-Buffalo Bill's Great Search; or, Bagging Bad Birds in Wyoming. 202-Buffa1o Bill and the Boy in Blue; or, The Ghost Dancers of the Bad Lands. 203-Buffalo Bill's Long Chase; or, Nervy Frank's Leap for Life. 204-Buffalo Bill's Mine Mystery; or, Conquer ing the Brotherhood of the Crimson Cross. 205-Buffalo Bin's Strategic Tactics; or, Trail ing the Terrible Thirty-nine. 2o6-Buffalo Bill's Big Jack Pot; or, A Game for a Life. "' 207-Buffa lo Bill's Last Bullet; or, Solving the 187-Buffalo Bill's Eagle Eye; or, The Battle of Mystery of Robber's Rock. 208---Buffalo Bill's Deadliest Peril; or, The Pur-1 suit of Black Barnett, the Outlaw. 209-Buffalo Bill's Great Knife Duel; or, The White Queen of the Sioux. -I the Staked Plains. 188---Buffalo Bill's Arizona Alliance; or, Navajos Against Apaches. 189-Buffalo Bill's Mexican Adventure; or, The White Indians of Yucatan. 190"-Buffalo Bill After the Bandits; or, Chasing the Wyoming Bank Robbers. 191-Buffalo Bill's Red Trailer; or, The Hole-in the-Wall Outlaws of Wyoming. 192-Buffalo Bill in the Hole-in-the-Wall; or, Fighting the Wyoming Bank Robbers. 193-Buffalo Bill and the Bandit in Armor; or, The Mysterious Horseman of the Moun tains 194-Buffalo Bill and the Masked Mystery; or, The Wild Riders of the Wilderness. 195-Buffalo Bill in the Valley of Death; or, The Masked Brotherhood. 1-Buffalo Bill in the Land of Fire; or, Nick Nomad, the Mountain Wanderer. 197-Buffalo Bill in the Den of Snakes; or, The Search for a Ton of Gold. f 210-Buffalo Bill's Blind Lead; or, The Treasure ,,.. I I of the Commander. 2n-Buffalo Bill's Sacrifice; or, For a Woman's Sake. 1 212-Buffalo Bill's 'Frisco Feud; or, California Joe to the Rescue. 213-Buffalo Bill's Diamond Hunt; or, The King of Bonanza Gulch. 214-Buffalo Bill's Avenging Hand; or, Lariat Larry's Last Throw. 215-Buffalo Bill's Mormon Quarrel; or, At War with the Danites. 216-Buffalo Bill's Deadshot Pard; or, The Evil Spirit of the Plains. 217-Buffalo Bill's Cheyenne Comrades; or, T e Brand of the Death Brotherhood. 218---Buffalo Bill's Fiery Trail; or, Lone Bear's Paleface Pard. 219-Buffalo Bill's Sioux Foes; or, The Noosing of Big Elk. 220-Buffalo Bill's Cold Trait; or, The Medicine of the Apaches. l I,.. I I All of the above numbers always on hand. If you cannot get them from your newsdealer. five cents per copy will bring them tor you by mail, postpaid. STREET & SMITH, Publishers, 79-89 Seventh Ave., NEW YORK


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