Buffalo Bill's Kiowa foe, or, Buckskin Sam's red hand

Buffalo Bill's Kiowa foe, or, Buckskin Sam's red hand

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Issue d Weekly. By Subscription $2so jJer y ear. Entered as Second Cla ss M atter at N ew York P ost Office by STREET & !-;M ITH. 7q-89 Sroelltll Ave. N. Y. No. 230. Price, Five Cents. The Indians, used though they were to courag e unde r torture were amazed at the dauntless fortitude displ: .lyed by Buffalo Bill and his brother scout.


ftt!nn(?[PLA\l1@ lli0[1[b_. A \A/EEKLY PUBLICATIOF:i DEVOTED TO BORDER HIS.ofORY Iurud Wee,,ly. By Su/Jscript;,,,. 12.so per year. Entered as Seco,.d-cla 1 s Matter at the N. Y Post Office, /Jy STREET & SMITH, 7Q-8Q Seventh Aven ue, N. Y. Entered accordingto A c t of Cong-ress in t he y ear IQOS, in the Office of the Librarian of Con,e-ress, Wasllinj/'/on,.JJ. C. W3 Beware of Wild Wes t imitations of the Buffalo Bill Stories. They are about fictitious c haracters The Buffalo Bill weekly is the only weekly containing the adventures of Buffalo Bill, (Col. W. f. Cody) who is known all over t he world as the king of scouts. No. 230 N E W Y ORK Oc t o b er 7, 1 905. Price F iv e Cen ts. ,. BUFFALO KIOWA FOE OR Buckskin Sani's Red Harid By the author of "BUFFALO BILL." CHAPTER I. THE CAPTURE OF DOVE EYE. "Dove Eye shall r{ever be the bride of a skulking Kiowa I She is the Rose of the Pawnees Her father and her tribe will never see her taken to the wigwam of a bitter and treacherous enemy." Saying these angry, words, Spotted Tail, the old war chief of the Pawnees folaed his arms and glared sav agely at Yellow Bear, the equally redoubtable and famous chief of the Kiowas. I a mong a ll the tri b es of the plains, and many noted chiefs had asked for her hand, and asked in vain. She had d e clared that she would die than marry a man whom she did not love, and her father, who loved her deeply, let her have her own way-very contrary to the usual habit of an Indian parent. Yellow Bear was a tall and savage-looking warrio r His hau ghty face was convulsed with rage at the c urt answer given to his request, but with an effort he co n trolled his anger and replied, calmly: Yellow Bear, with many ponies and other rich presents, had ridden to the village of Spotted Tail one summer day in tl!e late sixties to ask him for the hand of his only daughter in marriage. Dove Eye, the Rose of the Pawnees, was of the love liest type o f Indian beauty. She had become famous "Let the maiden herself be sent for. The eyes o f Y el low Bear have beheid her more than once, and her beauty made his heart as weak ci. s water It may be that she a l so has looked upon him with favor. If it be so, surely Spotted Tail will not deny her the wish of her heart. There is no war now between the Kiow a s and the P a w-.,


2 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. nees. \Vas not the hatchet buried at a solemn council of all this Kiowa. I am glad of your answer. Go back many moons ago?" The old chief of the Pawnees grunted doubtfully. "The Kiowas are snakes in the grass !" he declared, with rather discourteous frankness. "How do we know when they will dig up hatchet? We do not tr. ust them stay on always, ready to meet their attack. But it shall be as Yellow Bear says. Long ago Spotted Tail vowed that the Rose of the Pawnees should wed the man of her choice. She shall give the chief his answer-and Spotted Tail does not fear what it will be." The Pawnee called up one of his young men, who was standing near by, the famous Kiowa warrior with deep interest, and commanded him to summon his daughter Dove Eye into his presence. A handsome Indian girl is a decided but the daughter of Spotted Tail was an exception to the rule. She was only seventeen years old, but her figure was per fectly formed and her face was regular in its outlines and exquisite in c o mplexion, being remarkably light for the daughter of a Pawnee. This was due to tl;e fact her mother had been a white woman, captured and made a wife of Spotted Ta,il in the old days when he warred against the P,alefaces instead of being I in alliance with them, as he now was. She came ug, and stood obediently before her father, not even deigning to look at the Kiowa. "Dove Eye, you are the heart of Spotted Tail," said the old chief, fondly, "and he cannot bear to part with you . But if it is your will, you shall go to the wigwam of the man you love and be his bride. This chief here, Yellow Bear, the Kiowa, asks you in marriage. Speak a straight tongue! J?o you care for him? Will you go with him?" Dove Eye looked up. She answered no word, but sim ply took a small, beautifully ornamented knife from her wampum girdle. She offered it by the haft to her fat er. "What is this, m"y daughter?" asked the Pawnee, in surprise "Father, kill me, if xou will, but do not force me to wed Yellow Bear," was the girl s reply. "I hate him, and even if I loved him, I would nqt wed a Kiowa-one of the most treacherous enemies of our people." The face of Spotted Tail lightened up. "You are truly my daughter, Dove Eye ," he said. "I have no thought of fordng you to marry ai1y man, least to your wigwam." Obediently the girl turned and went, casting a g lance at Yellow which showed plainly how far she was from loving him. Left alone, the two men glared at one another for .a few moments without speaking. Then Spotted Tail said, with stately dignity that be fitted his high rank in his tribe : "Yellow Bear has ridden far. He is tired and hungry, and his horse needs refreshment. He will taru a while in the lodges of the Pawnees, and then he will take the trail homeward to his people." Although he hated the Kiowa more, probably, than he did any man on earth, the chivalrous, old chief could not forget or neglect the laws of hospitality which are valued so highly in most of the Indian tribes. But Yellow Bear was not in the mood to respond to his courteous offer in a like spirit. I "Pawnee!" he cried, fiercely. "There shall be no truce or peace between us. It shall be war-reel war The scalps of your warriors shall hang on the tent poles of the Kiowas, and the wailing of the squaws of your vil !ages shall be heard in the Janel. The Rose of the Paw nees shall yet be my bride. I .desire her and what Yellow Bear desires, that he will have. Tell me, for the last time, will you give her to me now, or shall the hatchet be dug up?" At this threat, several of the young Pawnee braves who were standing within earshot ran up, snatching ton1ahawks out of their belts. They would have brained the haughty Kiowa, had not Spotted T ail waved them pack, t eHing them that Yellow Bear was sacred from harm, as he had come to the village in peace as a guest. "You have had your answer from the lips of Dove Eye hersel,f, Kiowa," he said, turning to Yellow Bear, "and Spotted Tail would not change it even if he felt inclined -which he does not. If you will not eat or drink in our lodges-then go !" 1 With a savage look, the Kiowa turned on hi? heel and strode toward the spot where his horses and the string of pack-laden ponies he had brought with him as wedding gifts were standing. He unhobbled the horse and mounted it. Then lead ing the ponies by a lariat, he rode slowly away. Some of the young braves started to jeer at,... him; but Spotted Tail chivalrous as ever, silenced them with an angry command.


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 3 Several weeks passed. Spotted Tail, wily in war, was prepared night and day for a Kiowa raid. None came. He began to believe that Yellow Bear had forgotten his infatuation and had decided to wed some maiden of his own people. Then, suddenly, the old chief of the Pawnees fell griev ously sick, and the headship of the tribe devolved, until his recovery, upon a chief o f younger age and lesser rank. This man, Red Eagle, did not share Spotted Tail's be lief that the Kiowas would dig up the hatchet. He had not seen the expression of Yellow Bear's face when he rode away from the village. "The warriors must not remain in the village forever," he declared. "The tribe will need food in the winter. We must hunt the buffalo on the plains and jerk much meat for the lean and hungry months when the ground is hard bound with ice and snow. Let the young men make ready We go to hunt the buffalo." Spotted Tail lay sick in his lodge, and knew nothing of the matter. Almost the whole of the tribe went away on the buffa .lo hunt. With the cunning of an Indian, Yellow Bear, the Ki owa, crept into the village while they were away. At night, while most of the few Pawnees in the village were asleep, he seized Dove Eye and bore her away, bound fast on a hors

. 4 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. Ho ever, when he got to the side of the redskin, he found that he was conscious, though unable to rise to hi s feet He reined up his and jumped oft to see what help he could give. As he looked into the face of the Indian, he recognized him, even though his features were terribly distorted by pain and by the rage of failure. rode at a hard gallop after Yell ow Bear, who had by this time gained a very considerable lead. CHAPTER III. THE RESCUE OF DOVE EY\t. The Kiowa chief, glancing around, had seen the mis hap that had befallen Spotted Tail, and, of course, it had given him the keenest delight. He did not see Buffalo "Why, Spotted Tail, how did this happen?" he ex claimed "Why "is the chief of the Pawnees in this plight, with of his young men by his side to help him?" The two men had fought together in several Indian campaigns, in which Buffalo Bill was the chief of scouts and Spotted Tail the leader of i. Pawnee contingent in alliance with the whites. The knight of the plains, of course, was ready now, as always, to help an old comrade. "Yellow Bear, the chief of the Kiowas, has gone be yond my reach with Dove Eye, the Rose of the Pawnees Bill whistled. "That's the trouble, is it? And you were just on the point of catching him when your horse trod in a hole a 1d flung you off." The Pawnee nodded. "Horse most dead," he said, briefly. "Spotted Tail got leg broken." "I see. Well, Spotted Tail, my horse is fresh. I'll Bill down the hill, and so he thought himself safe from pursuit. He, therefore, rode on at a more leisurely pace in order to save his horses. "Is the Rose of the Pawnees tired?" he asked, hoping at last to get an answer from the girl's ips, for she had not spoken a single word since he took her captive. The large, expressive, black eyes of the girl fl1shed a look of hatred into his face, but she did not speak. "Dove Eye shall find her tongue by and by-{)r Y el low Bear will help her exclaimed the chief, savagely. I "When she is in his.lodge she will have to obey him and be humble, as befits a squaw, or it will go hard with her. The horse of Spotted Tail has given out, and Dove Eye need not hope to be rescued now." As he said these words, the girl glanced back, and a cry of joy broke from her lips. She saw that a pur suer was behind them, and that he was gaining rapidly. At' the first glance, she thought he must be her father take up the chase, and i guess I can catch him and bring who had mounted again, for she could not think that you back your daughter." The old chief's eyes shone with gratitude. "Long Hair is a great warrior. He will surely do it," he said. "But what about you, old hoss ? : "Spotted Tail will lie here and die, if no aid comes. He cares not for that, so long as Dove Eye is rescued and taken back to her and Yellow Bear is pun ished for taking her away from me." ; Buffalo Bill laughed merrily. "You 're grit right through, according to your own way of thinking, Spotted Tail," he said. "But there's no need for you to lie down and die this time. Can you manage to crawl up the hill? My camP. is on the top, and Buckskin Sam is there. You know him, don't you? Well, he'll fix you up in elegant shape, and I hope I'll be back there before very long with yourdaughter." Spott e d Tail bo'.; ed 2t h : m gratefully and promised to go. Then the border king monnted his horse and I ';/ anyone but he was on the trail. 1 Yellow Bear, startled by her cry, turned his eyes back. He saw at once that the man who was coming after him so swiftly was not Spotted Tail, but a well-mounted and doubtless also a well-armed paleface. In a few moments, as the rider cl'rew nearer, he rec ognized him as the famous "Long Hair," who was al ready, even at that early period of border well known to the tribes of the great plains. Yellow Bear had met him before in battle, and on that occasion had very narrowly escaped with his life. Quickly he lashed his horse and that which bore Dove Eye into furious speed once more. It was dangerot1s speed, indeed, for the ground grew rougher and more rocky as they the pass. But the Kiowa recked little of that, for there was a danger behind that was infinitely greater than the dangyr of the road. Nearer and nearer the pursuer came, for he also rode ov e r the r oc ky track with the most complete fearlessness. A low, broke from the lips of the In/


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 5 dian maiden as she noted Yellow Bear's frantic but futile efforts to get away from the paleface, who was gaining on him so rapidly. She could now see plainly that the man in chase was not her father. The Kiowa heard her laugh, and his face flamed with anger. Reining up the horses, he resolved that she should first die, and then he would face his pursuer. He clutched the girl by the arm and drew his scalp ing knife from his belt. Raising it in the air he it poised above her lireast. In another moment it would have been plunged into her helpless form and drained her life's blood. i\s he thus raised his arm, the Kiowa gave vent to a frightful yell-a cry of defiance and of hatred. Dove Eye, fearless and scornful, looked him straight in the eyes, expecting neither mercy nor rescue. She fully believed that that moment would be her last, but she was ready to meet death in a manner befitting the daughter of a great chief. Suddenly Yellow Bear's arm fell and his knife dropped to the ground. Buffalo Bill more than a hundred yards away, had seen the girl's peril. Quick as thought, he raised his rifle, fired and sent the ball crashing through the elbow of the Kiowa, breaking the limb at the joint. Unable to use either rifle or knife now, Yell ow Bear uttered a cry of mingled pain and rage. He leaped from his horse and plunged into a thicket near by, where no horsem;m co nld follow him, just at the moment that Buffalo Bill dashed up to finish the work he had so well begun The knight of the plains stopped for a few seconds to make sure that the girl had sustain e d no harm. "The Rose of the Pawnees need have no more fear he said, cutting the thongs that bound her with his knife. "I will soon take h e r back to her father." "Dove Eye has no words with which to thank the brave palef

6 I THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. top of the earth he will cause you more trouble, and are in debt to him for life. Whenever he calls, they will very likely stir up a war between the Kiowas and the come to his help." Pawnees in which we whites would have to t a ke a hand, "You and your people couldn't be better friends than because your people have helped us more than once in our little affairs \yith the hostiles. "But you are too tired to listen to all < this, Dove Eye. Mount your horse and we will ride to my camp, where I expect we shall find your father." Leading the captured horse of Yellow Bear by the bridle, the king of the scouts turned toward his camp, which he reached just as the sun was setting. CHAPTER IV. A FLIGHT FOR LV'E. When Buffalo Bill got back to the place where he had left Spotted Tail, he found the old chief sitting on the ground near by, calmly smoking his pipe. He had tried to crawl up the hill to the camp, as his white friend had directed, but the effort had proved to be too much for him, with his broken leg, and he had, therefore, waited, being confident that the border king would vanquish Yellow Bear and return to him. His eyes brightened with satisfaction when he saw that Cody was bringing Dove Eye along with him. He grunted his gratitude and wrung the hand o f his friend warmly. Then he looked at the belt of Buffalo Bill, and saw that there was no scalp in it. "Ugh! I remember. You take no scalps. But you killed him?" 'I:he old savage looked keenly in the eyes of the border king, who replied, not without some little embarrassment: "No, I didn't, Spotted Tail. I did my best, but the luck was on his side, and he managed to get away. He was going to stab Dove Eye, and I broke his arm with a bullet be.cause I knew that was the only way to prevent the knife from coming down." Spotted Tail nodded. old warrior that he was, he thoroughly understood. "Then the skunk got away into a thick wood, and I dared not follow him far, for I feared he might double back and kill Dove Eye, who was waiting ou,tside." Spotted Tail grunted approvingly "Long Hair is a great warrior and a wis e man,'' he said "All that he does is rignt in the eyes 0f his friend. No man could have done better. The Pawnees you have always been to me, old hoss," said Buffalo Bill. "I am only too glad to have been able to do you a service. and rescue your daughter from the hands of that brute." "Would the great sayer of buffaloes like to have Dove Eye for bride?" asked the old chief, in a matter of-fact sort of way. "If he would, no doubt she would be willing; and the heart of Spotted Tail would be glad." 'Fhe knight of the plains smiled in an embarrassed way. "That's very kind of you, Spotted Tail," he replied. "The man who gets Dove Eye for a bride will be very lucky, but that man cannot be me." Dove Eye, whose face had lighted up at her father's words, turned away her head to hide a tear; but as she did so she murmured to herself: "There is no warrior like him! Dov.e Eye must win his love or die." Spotted Tail, with the courtesy natural to a well-bred Indian chief, hastened to change the subject. He, too, was sorely disappointed, but he was too p roud to show it. "Spotted Tail is not sorry that Yell ow Bear has es caped, for he will now have a chance to take his scalp himself. As soon as his leg is better, he will take the trail. By that time Yellow Bear's arm will be better. We will meet on equal terms, but the Great Manitou will make me strong to overcome him." "Well, then, we must start to make you well a.t said the border king. "I gues s if you don't mind a. little pain, I can put that leg of yours in splints, and then you can manage to sit on Yellow Bear's horse somehow." "Yes, Spotted Tail must be taken back to the lodges of his people. He is no good with this broken leg. We dare not tarry here, Long Hair, for it is less than a day's ride to the village of Yellow Bear." "A day's ride only? Then, by thunder, that smoke me'!-ns something Buffalo Bill pointed to a thin cloud of black smoke which rose in the air lazily some miles away toward the west. It was barely visible in the twilight, but his keen eyes had noticed it. The Indian looked in the direction i n which he pointed. "Yes," he said, "it is Yellow Bear speaking to his peo ple. They may not see the signal, for the darkness is gathering quickly. But they may do so, and then they


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 7 would hasten to come tt his help. Make my broken leg straight between pieces of wood and put me on the horse, so that we 1 may get away. If we wait here long, we may have the Kiowas upon us like hungry wolves. "If they come before I am ready to go," the old man continued, "take Dove Eye and gallop away. Leave me here, and care nothing. I am old, and I will show them that a Pawnee chief knows how to die. 1 Bnt my little Dove Eye must not become the squaw of Yellow Bear his slave." "All the better!" exclaimed Buffalo Bill, gayly. "Fi1e on more wood Buckskin. We will make it blaze up so that they can't help seeing it unless they have all gon e stone blind." "vVhat does my brother mean?" asked Spotted Tail. "Does he mean to stay and fight them? Spotted Tail would like that, but there ill be too many of them. W c should all surely lose our scalps." I don 't mean to fight," replied the border "I'm ready to fight against any odds when I have to, but "That she will never be! She would rather die!" exI don't believe in doing it just for fun, and I don't beclaimed the girl, proudly. She knelt down by her father's side to aid Buffalo Bill to set the broken bone in her father's leg, and to put it into place with splints as well as he could under the circumstances. With such skill as men almost always possess who have been brought up on the plains, the scout proceeded to place the broken limb into proper position, and then, with the long, silken scarf which he wore, cut into strips, he bound the splinters securely into place. The chief must have endured great agony while this rough surgery was going on, but never once, either by groan or wince, did he show any sign of it. Indian nature may be human nature, but anyone who has seen the marvelous fortitude with which the In dians will endure pain is rather inclined to doubt it. Dove Eye calmly aided in the work, and she was, indeed, less nervous than the chief operator / As soon as the surgical job was over, Buffalo Bill as sisted the chief on to the horse which Yellow Bear had been forced to abandon. Then the three rode up the hill toward the camp, where the border king had left Buckskin Sam. "\i\Thy does the white chief go this way?" asked the Pawnee. "Would it not be better to go up the valley, I which is the way straight to the lodges of my people?" ''Yes, it would, Spotted Tail, but I've left a friend at / my camp up here, and I must warn him and bring him along with us." The chief nodded approval, and they kept silently cm their way until they came to the camp. ' Buckskin Sam had lighted a large fire, and was busily employed in cooking some deer meat. "The fire must go out," said Spo ted Tail at once. "If the Kiowas have come in answer to Yellow Bear's smoke signal, they will hasten to the fire at once, for they will judge that we will be around it." lieve in throwing my life aw ay, either. No, what I mean is, that we will get -down at once into the valley, and lure the Kiowas off the trail by bringing them up here." "Ugh! Lortg Hair is a clever warrior." As soon as the fire was blazing brightly, and there were enough logs on it to keep it alight for a long time, th e border king led his little party clown the slope to the valley, and they headed for the village of the Pawnees, which was distant more than two days journey. Buffalo Bill noticed that bis friend, Buckskin Sam, gazed with undisguised admiration at the Pawnee girl, and his words soon confirmed his looks. "Cuss the luck, Bill!" he said, edging his horse along side that of the border king. "Why didn't you let me save that girl? She's an angel, even if she is a red skin." r "Why were you too lazy to ride down the hill with me and see the fun? Then you would have had your chance. Sam, I believe you are in love with her." 1 "In love with her! Of course .J'm in love with her! So would anybody be who had eyes in his head. She's a beauty-a what she is. Oh! jumping polec ats, does she understand English?" ''Of course she does--quite as well as you do." And \ Buffalo Bill laughed at his comrade's confusion, for Sam had spoken in a loud tone, and Dove Eye was easily ""..ithin hearing. Her amused smile showed th'at she had both heard and understood; but she had no love to give the "Little Brave," as she rather condescendingly called Buckskin Sam. They rode on for several hours, an& then Spotted Tail, who had been enduring untold agonies from his leg tor hours, was obliged to utter a faint groan. He was heartily ashamed of it the moment it had passed his lips, but Buffalo Bin had heard it, and ..he ih1mediately called a halt.


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. "Let ns go on-I am able to travel," Spotted Tail pro tested. "Not so," said Buffalo Bill. "We all need food, your leg must be seen to and the horses will be none the worse for a rest. We will camp here. I think we are safe from pursuit by this time, for a wftile,' at least, even if Yellow Bear managed to call his warriors to him, which is doubt ful. There is a stream near by at which we can get water. Listen and you can hear it." While the men unsaddled the horses, so that they could roll in the grass and thoroughly rest themselves, Dove Eye, with the ready willingness of an Indian girl, went to stream and filled the canteens of the scouts. Re turning, she would have led the horses there to drink, but this the white men would not permit. They did the job themselves, much to the astonishment of both Dove Eye and her father. They were not accustomed to the consideration and respect shown toward women by white men. After halting for about an hour and making a meal off some jerked meat in the saddlebags-for it would have been UJ:!.wise to light a fire-the border king gave the word to resaddle the horses, and they resumed thei,r journey. Before they had gone far they saw the lights of a camp fire ahead of them. Approaching cautiously, they found that the encamp ment was that of a small surveying party, escorted by a detachment of twenty United States troopers. CHAPTER V. SURPRISED BY THE KIOWAS. Buffalo Bill rode forward boldly to the camp, but to his surprise he was not challenged unfil he came well within the circle of light cast by the camp fire. Then came the sharp military command: "Halt! Who goes there?" "A friend." "Advance, friend, and give your name." Buffalo Bill did so, and he was at once warmly wel comed by the officer in cbmmand of the party, a young captain named Dick Boyd. He introduced Buckskin Sam, as well as Spotted Tail and his daughter, at whom the soldier cast admiring glances. "Ugh! Spotted Tail not like sleep here to-night," mut tered the old chief in the ear of Buffalo Bill. "Why do the white soldiers make big fires to call in all the hostiles on the plains to take their scalps? And, if they must ha'7e such fires, why don't they keep watch? If I had been leading a party of Kiowas now I could have rushed in and taken all their scalps without losing more than two or three of my men." "0 course you could, chief; but what's the good of talking about it? I've talked to some of these young soldiers until I'm tired. They will never learn to have a proper respect for their enemy. Still, I will try what I can do with this young fellow. We may as well stay here for the night, and join 'forces with these soldiers. Then, if the Kiowas do come along after us, we ought to be able to give them a pretty good thrashing." Buffalo Bill strolled over to the young officer, who was talking on other side of the camp fire to Dove Eye and Buckskin Sam. "I may as well tell you, sir," said the king of the scouts, "that it would be well for you to make an early start on whatever route you are taking, and to take pretty good care to hide your trail. Also, if I were you, I would put out the camp fire for the night, double the sentries, and put them all around the camp at some dis tance out." The officer seemed annoyed by this advice. "What do you mean?" he asked. "I do not see that there is any danger to be feared." "It is simply this : The Kiowas are very restless, and their main village is not far away. It has been ru mored for a long time that they are going to take the warpath against the Pawnees and the whites. "Well, now matters have come to a head, I guess. I rescued this girl, Dove Eye, to-day from the head chief of the Kiowas-she is a Pawnee, you know-and now we rather expect that a big war party of Kiowas are after us. H they strike your trail, I need hardly tell you that they'll be likely to make a bid for your scalps, as well as for your horses and your weapons." Capt. Boyd laughed. He had had no experience of life on the plains, having just come out from an Eastern military post; llnd he thought tlfat the king of the scouts grossly exaggerated . the danger. "I'm very much obliged to you for the warning," he said, "but I don't really think there is any serious dan ger. The Kiowas buried the hatchet a long time ago, and I hardly think they would dare to dig it up now, when we have such strong military posts scattered all over the plains. We are a strong and well-armed party,


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 9 and they would think more than twice before they at tacked us." Buffalo Bill repeated his warning and urged it as strongly as he could, but when he saw that he made no impression on the self-confident young soldier he turned away in disgust. "We will camp near by them but we will leave before morning," he said to Spotted Tail. "Good Long Hair knows best. The life of Spotted Tail is in his hands. That is nothing he thinks more of his daughter. But he trusts Long Hair and the Little Brave." "All right, chief, we:ll take the best care of ybu that we can. No man can say more than that." They rode on about a couple of hundred yards above the other camp, and then dismounted by the side of a stream. Buffalo Bill unfastened the chief from his horse, to which they had been compelled to tie him. Buckskin Sam laid out blankets under a willow tree and put the old Pawnee upon them, aided by the border king. Dove I Eye attended to the hobbling of the horses, and Cody gathered sticks and made a fire. Spotted Tail spoke a word of warning about this, but the border king pointed to the other fires mad by the soldiers and to the full moon which had just come up. "The fire will add to our comfort," he said, "and it certainly will not increa,;e our danger." Dove Eye, with the housewifely instinct of the true Indian woman, at once began to cook some supper. Buffalo Bill took from his own stores some coffee and hung a small camp kettle full of water over the fire to boil. After a meal had been eaten, the king of the scouts lay down to sleep, for he had arranged with Buckskin Sam to take the first watch. They meant to stand guard by turns all night. The camp fires had burned low and al! was quiet when Sam awoke the border king to take his turn on watch. "Do they keep any watch over there?" Buffalo Bill asked, turning toward the other camp. ."None that I can see-none that's worth anything. I strolled over there a while ago, and I could have lifted the hair of any man sleeping in that camp if I had been, a redskin. Such careless cusses deserv,e to have their hair lifted." "They certainly do," said the border king, who had been used, for the greater part of his life, to be more vigilant by night than by day. "Vf" e shall have to make an early start," he added. "You won't have mpre than two or three hours sleep, Sam, so you had better drop on your blanket at once." The scout took the h int, nothing loath, and Cody was left alone. He went out at once to change the picket pins of the horses to a fresh grazing ground, so that they would have a good feed before morning, and thus be in a better condition to travel. The lives of all the party might depend upon their speed and endurance. When he approached his own horse, the famous Powder Face, he found the animal with his forefeet planted close together, his head bent low until the nose was close to the ground and his ears pointed toward the west, with a tremulous quiver visible in both of them. Buffalo Bill had seen the animal in this position three times before, and each time he had learned a lesson the lesson that hostile Indians were on the point of making an attack. "So there's danger in the wind, is there, old boy?" he said, going up to the horse and patting him. The animal raised his head, and, looking out into the moonlight, seemed to watch for the appearance of an at tacking party. Then he snuffed the air, as if he really scented a coming enemy. Buffalo Bill was too wise in the craft of the plains to disregard these signals. He had complete trust in the sagacity of his horse. Without pausing to look around and satisfy himself that there was really danger threatening, he at once took up the picket pins of all the horses and led them hastily to the camp where his friends were sleeping. Buckskin Sam had not yet dropped off to sleep, and he sprang to his fee at once when he saw that the horses were being led in. He knew that it was a sign of danger. "Saddle up, Sam-saddle up; I the reds are pretty near." Sam hastened to do as he was told. "An hour's earlier start or so will do no harm, at any rate," he muttered. "To tell you the truth, Bill, I feel durned nervous so near to those fool soldiers who in vite all the reds on the plains to come and take their scalps." Spotted Tail and Dove Eye awoke on the instant in


IO THE 'BUFFALO BILL STORIES. response tO Cody's low call, and in a few minutes the four were mounted and ready t start. "Buckskin, lead the way, and be careful to keep in the shadow of the timber," said Buffalo Bill. "I will overtake you in a few minutes." "Why should Long Bair stay behind?" asked Spotted Tail. "I want to put out our fire and make a false trail," said the scout, as he rode off. But in reality he had also a nobler purpose. As he felt that danger was at hand, he could not go off and leave the other party unwarned of it. So, the moment Buckskin rode on, followed by the others, the brave scout turned the head of Powder Face toward the camp of the soldiers. The animal, for a wonder, seemed unwilling to go. Usually, it went as free as the wind whenever its rider turned its head in any direction; but now, clearly scent ing danger, it obstinately turned its head and tried to fol low the others on the outskirts of the woods. Buffalo Bill, angry at this perverseness, drove in the thing which he very rarely did, or had any need to do. Startled by the unsual pricks, the horse bounded toward the camp. At almost the same instant, the border king became a..yare that the very dan&er he had feared was upon him. As the animal leaped forward, it nearly trod upon an Indian who was creeping forward through the long grass. Buffalo Bill, in one rapid glance, saw not only this one, but a dozen more to and right, all advancing slowly and silently to surprise the camp. Beyond ques tion, they were only a few of the braves belonging to a large war party which was probably hemming the soldiers in upon all sides. I Lucky it was, in that moment of imminent danger, that the border king was a quick thinker and an equally quick actor. In order to make sure the safety of Dove Eye, Spotted Tail and Buckskin Sam, he decided that he would ride in a direction directly opposite to that which they had taken, dash through the camp of the sleeping soldiers and strive to awaken them, and then, if possible, make good his own escape up the ,-iver, or by crossing it, so Several Indians rose up from the long grass to stop him. Some blazed off their rifles almost in his face, and others struck at him with their tomahawks, but missed him because of the great pace at which his noble horse was traveling. Buffalo Bill fired right and left with his revolvers, and four of the men who tried to stop him went down. As he passed through the camp he shouted : "Up, boys! Fight for your lives I The reds! The reds I" CHAPTER VI. DOVE EYE GOES FOR HELP. Hardly had these words left the lips of the border king when he became aware that another horse was close behind his. Turning his head, with his revolver uplifted, ready to put a bullet through the head of some Kiowa brave, he saw that the rider was none other than Dove Eye. She had left Spotted Tail and Buckskin Srm, and had ridden to join him. He checked his horse for a moment, and she came up by his side. "Ride girl-ride as you never rode before!" he shouted to her. At the same rn oment, he saw a dark mass of horsemen in front of him, and by their feathered head dresses, showing plainly in the moonlight, he knew that the main body of the Indians were upon him. "Turn-turn and follow !" he shouted to Dove Eye again. He wheeled his horse directly to the left, into the thick reeds by the river bank. Dove Eye obediently turned when he did. The two went crashing through the reeds and brushwood, and in a few moments both their horses were in the stream, swimming bravely for the other shore. Behind him, Buffalo Bill could hear a terrible fire from the guns of the soldiers whom he had awakened just in time to make a fight for their lives. But they were greatly outnumbered, and the Indians had got in to close quarters before the alarm was given. The king of the scouts, well versed as he was in frontier war hardly thought they could make a successful that he would throw the redskins off the trail. sistance. With a wild yell of warning, he gave the rein to his But he had done all he could for them. If he had horse and dashed forward, a revolver in either hand. been alone, he would have joined them in the fight; but


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. II h e had think fir s t o f the Indian gi rl wh o h a d attach e d herself s o c o r i fidin g l y to him The n oise, tb e rush t pe fir s t h eat of ex cit e ment the fur y of the battle-all th ese h e lped Buffalo Bill and Dove E ye t o esc a p e With t he s ure in s tinct o f a g ood scout the bor de r kin g h a d cho s en th e only fea sible plan to get aw ay. The r ive r was soo n cro ssed, and th e n on their I sw ift h o r ses, they climbed up th e bank a nd gallop e d acro ss th e p l ain o n t h e o th e r s id e They had now at l eas t a good cha nc e of escape . B u ffa l o Bill o nl y pa u sed for a secon d afte r crossing, t o say t o th e Indi a n g irl: I Kee p close to m e-I s h all keep c o ver and follow the king, seeing afte r the first heat of passion had passed, the folly of a direct attack. "Well, we will try what strategy will do. "The Kiowas have evidently had things all their own way. Listen to their y ells. They mu s t have kill e d or captured all that party of soldiers for the firing has stopped Dove E y e will y ou do exactly as I tell you?" "Yes ," she whispered faintly. "Then }'.OU must ride at once, while you can, down the river, under cover of the trees. Head for Fort Thompson. You know wher e it is don't you? You w ill find the g reat white chief Custer there. Tell him what has happened, and guide him, with his foldiers to nver. If th e r e d s kins do not catch sight of your father this place. and my pard a nd kill o r c apture th em, w e shall b e able t o j o in th e m l owe r d own." D ove Eye w ill foll o w L o n g Hair wh e r eve r he car e s to l ead. Sh e is hi s s lav e The r e d s kin gi rl turne d h e r horse on th e trail of the bord er k i n g s an d follo wed him w ithout an o th e r word. "Ha w h at's th a t?" s?,i d B uff a lo Bill, a whil e l a t e r, a s a wild peculiar s h o ut follo w e d b y a s ucces s ion of fri g h t ful Ind ian yells, s m o t e u p on hi s ea r s "It i s my fa th er's wa r cr y S potte d Tail i s a pri s oner in th e hand s o f th e K i ow as. H e must be a pri s oner. If h e h ad b ee n s t ricke n h e would have g iven his d e ath cry, an d t h a t was n o t it ." The g irl h a d hardl y said thi s wh e n a loud shout in E n g lish c ame o ve r th e wa t e r, and Buffalo Bil! recog niz e d th e voice of hi s comr ade, B uck s kin Sam. "They have both been take n I reck o n ," he said. Spo tt e d Tail, my fa th e r t u rned to look for D ove E y e who was foll owi n g o n th e trail of L ong Hair. He h a s "The Kiowas will probably camp here for a time, to c e l e brate their victory. If they don't, he can follow their trail. Now go at once. Lose no time, for every min u te may be pre cious. I will stay h e r e and watch the Ki o wa s and try to rescue m y fri e nd a nd you r fath e r. The Indian g irl h e sitat e d and look e d pleadingly in the e yes of th e bor de r kirig. Do not send Dove E ye awa y from yo u ," s he mur mu red. "Go, gi rl, and may the Gre at Spirit help you, s aid Buffalo B ill, firmly. "It is the only way." The girl said nothin g more, Ob edie ntly she turned her h o r s e's h e ad an d rode for ward alon g the cour s e s e t out for h e r. Bill led his hors e into the water and went some distance downstream, so that he would hide his trail. Then, at a spot wher e there was hard, shelving rock been captur ed. H e will b e a great prize to th e Kiowas. that would lea v e no impr e ssion, he led his horse out, tied He is a g r eat chief. They will light th e fir e of torture him up in the thick grass near by and listened in for him an d a l s o for di e Littl e Brave, your fri e nd. t e ntly to the sounds made by the Kiowas 'on the other Buffalo B ill' s fac e w as w run g b y '.lngui s h. He had bank. acted for the best-and thi s was the r e sult. His train etl ear soon told him that the y had taken But in a mom ent h e pulled himself together, with a strong man 's fortitu de "Not if I know it! h e hi ss ed, throu g h clinch e d teeth as h e p ull e d u p hi s h o r se "I w ill ov e r ther e and sav e them-or di e with th em." Y o u a r e bu t one, a nd t hey a r e v e r y m a n y," sa id the girl s adl y W h a t c a n you do th o u g h you are the g r e at e s t of wa rri o r s ? You m u s t try s o m e o t h e r way if you are g oin g t o save th e m ." "Right y ou are, little girl! e x claimed the border some prisoners for he could hear them talking, and he knew their language well. They seemed by what they said, to have a c hieved a complete victory, but to have los t a good number of men in winning it. They we r e lo o kin g for oth e r prisoners, riding up and down the river bank. Some of th e m even cro sse d to his side, and he had to lie close und e r cover and his horse quiet w hile they searched vainly. H e knew that Yell o w Bear wo uld cause a k e en and enduring hunt to be made when he found that n e ither


12 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. / Dove Eye nor himself was among the slain or the prisoners. He would not rest satisfied with his victory until he had them in his power. If Dove Eye's trail were taken, nothing but the fleet1 ness of her hotse would save her, for she would have to travel over an open country for more than half a day after she left the river. Then she would strike into a range of wooded hills, where she would have a good chance of hiding her frail. On the level plain it would be impossible for her to hide, and equally impossible for her to avoid leaving a track that could be easily followed by the Kiowas, if they once happened to strike it. Buffalo Bill grieved for the danger which the girl would have to encounter, but his donscience was easy, for he knew full well that her peril would have been even greater had he allowed her to stay with him. As for the terrible risks which he was running in the effort to save his friends, he cared little for those. They came in the day's work of his adventurous life, and he was used to them by long years of experience. CHAPTER VII. BUCKSKIN SAM DEFIES HIS CAPTOR. Buffalo Bill had been right in supposing that both ?potted Tail and Buckskin Sam had been captured. They had turned back to see had become of Dove Eye, who had suddenly disappeared; and they had been surrounded near the camp bf the soldiers by nearly a dozen redskins. Spotted Tail, with his broken leg, could do little to defend himself, and was easily taken captive. As for the white scout, he put' up a strong fight, and sent more than one redskin to the happy hunting grounds; but was knocked on the head by the .butt of a gun from behind a'.nd stunned. When Buckskin Sam came to his senses, and found that he was a captive in the hartds of the Kiowas1 he glanced swiftly around. His first emotion was one of satisfac tion at finding that Buffalo Bill was not among the pris oners. The party of soldiers had been slain, and their scalps were hanging at the belts of the Kiowas. But they had not died unavenged, for more than a score of dead Indians lying upon the ground, to say nothing of a number of wounded ones in the party, testified to the desperate nature of the resistance that had been made against overwhelming odds. There appeared to be only three prisoners, so far as Buckskin Sam could make outhimself, the Pawnee chief, Spotted Tail, and Capt. Dick Boyd the leader of the soldiers with the party. A big fire was kindled near the scene of the fight, and the three prisoners were brought together. Then, for the first time, Buckskin Sam knew into whose hands he had fallen. 1 A Kiowa chief, past middle age, tall, stalwart and im. posing in his bearing, with his right arm bound up in a sling, advanced to the place where Spotted Tail and his two white companions stood. "Dog of a Pawnee! Do you know me?" he asked. "Yes, Kiowa snake, I know you," was Spotted Tail's fearless retort. "You are Yellow Bear; the thief who stole my child, Dove Eye, away from me in the night, rn;>t daring to face me, Bu't Long Hair, the great white chief, my friend, broke your arm and prevented you from slaying her; and now he has carried her safely back to her "You ie, Pawnee! She is still out on the plains, and my young men shall take up her, trail with the dawn. She shall be brought back here to see her father die, howling for mercy. Then she shall be the squaw of Yellow Bear." "Never! Don't you think that is going to happen, you durned red traitor and thief !" cried Buckskin Sam, who was as careless of life as the Pawnee himself. "Dove Eye will never enter your wigwam or your wife. She is safe with the best man that ever pulled a bead on a redskin-and that's Buffalo Bill, or Long Hair, as you call him." "What paleface dog are you, that you dare to bark so loudly at the chief of the Kiowas?" demanded Yellow Bear, almost beside himself with anger. "I'm the pard of Buffalo Bill-and his bite is worse than my bark. You know that pretty well, I reckon. You learned it when you got that arm of yours broken." The Kiowa chieftain's face grew livid with fury, and he half drew his tomahawk from his belt, as if he were minded to launch it at the head of the dauntless captive who dared thus to beard him. Then he thought better of it. That would be too easy a death for such a hated foe to die. "Bgh I You are the friend of the paleface who took my Dove Eye away from me. So be it I I will make you eat fire after I have eaten my breakfast." '.'Pile in, old yellow face I I don't care for any of your


T H E Bl : FFAL O B I L L S T O H II!S. 13 tortures I've killed ab out a hundre d red s kins of y o url kin d i n my time-and a goo d man y of th e m belonged to your owrt trib e too. I reckon that 0th0t(g-ht will com fort m e a bit wh e n y ou tie me up to the stake The Kiowa chief looked mote angry than b e fore at this renewed d e fiance, but he turned away without an other word and s p o ke to Capt. Bo y d "And w ho a1'e you?" h e asked. "Are you, also, an oth e r fri e nd o f Lon g Hair?" ''You may be sure I am 1 was the response. "I was the capta i n o f the s oldi e rs you surpris<:d. Now, I sup pose I'm not}1ing but your pri s one r." "Are you a friend of Spotte d Tail?" I "No, I never saw him before we met him which was just before you attacked us f"What wer e you and your palefac e soldi e rs doiqg in the huntin g grounds of the r e d m e n?" "We wer e o nl y p assing ov e r the m t o fulfill a com man d g i ve n t o u s b y the Great White Father. vVe have not warred o n the r e d man. Why then, has h e warred on us?" I ' Because Yellow Bear hates the palefaces," the K10wa chief s aid in a tone of conc entrate d pa s sion. 1'He w o uld like to S\vee p them away as the r e d fir e swe e ps the grass from the plain s.'' ,-"Yellow Bear cannot do that, r e plied the American officer, scornfull y "He may try a s h e w ill, but he will find that th e whit e men are as man y a s the le a ves on the tree s and that they are root e d a s firml y as t?e pines of the mountains." "It matters not declared the Indian fiercely. "The winter of the r e d man's h te shall wither them, even if the y are a s the l e av e s on the trees. The fire of his anger s hall burn them, even if they are rooted like the pin e s in the mountains "Yellow Bear hate s the palefaces and he has alwa y s hated them. The scalps of many of them hang upon the pol e of his wigwam. He has new ones here in his belt. He will have many mor e before h e goes to the happ y hunting grounds of the Great Manitou. "The soldier hr.ave may get ready to sing his death s ong as so o n as he gets to the village of Yellow Bear. H e s hall g o from there to the spirit land in com pany with Spotted Tail the Pawnee d o g. A s for this other p a l e face, h e shall di e at s unrise and Yellow Bear will see to it that his d e ath is not s wift or easy. .. As he said this, the Kiowa glared fiercely at Bucks ki 1 1 Sam \ v h o b o r e his g l a n c e with the gre at est poss l ble comp os ur e All r ig ht, Yellow Bear bring o n your t ortme s jnst as so o n as y ou like," he retorted. I 'rn sure I'll b e gla d to get out of your compan y even if I have to p

14 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. see their fellow prisoner die, and realize what their own fate soon would be. They, too, showed no trace of fear. The Pawnee chief looked with pride on the bound man, who so fearlessly defied his enemies when on the verge of a terrible death. It was just the kind of he appreciated-no Indian chief, trained for long years with that very end in view, could have done better. As for th e young officer, his only emotions were pity for the man about to die and rage at the thought of his own impotenc e to save him. If his hands had been free, he would cheerfully have fought the whole band of Kiowas in a wild effort to rescue Buckskin Sam. Sam paid no heed to his two fellow prisoners He was w011dering whether Buffalo Bill and Dove Eye had managed to elude the Kiowas sent in pursuit of them. Even at that terrible moment, the thoughts of the unselfi s h scout were of others, not of himself. The Ki o\.v a warriors formed a circle round the stake, and b e gan the dahce of torture and the song of triumph, wheeling round and round with wild gyrations One brave stood near the post with a lighted brand in his hand, and as the others circled round he shook it savagely in the face of the prisoner. Brighter and brighter grew the light of day. In the east the sky was all aglow with the red reflection from the sun now nearly up. Yellow Bear stalked slowly and proudly into the circle, which parted to admit him. His face expressed his deep hatred, though he tried hard to maintain a look of cold and proud dignity. "The dog of a paleface who is so proud of being the friend of. Long Hair is now about to roast in the fire which my men have kindled, he said. "Burn away replied the scout with an assumed calm- ness which he did not quite feel, now that the dreaded ing another horse by the bridle dashed into the ring of yelling demons. Before they coul'd fully realize what was happening, Buckskin Sam had been cut loose from the stake, and was mounted upon the spare horse. It was Buffalo Bill who had appeared so suddenly, like a bolt from the blue, and rescued him! Quick as thought he passed a revolver into Sam' s hand; afld as they put spurs to their horses he used the other which he possessed to such good advantage on the crowd of redskins all around that a way was cut through the circle and out on to the open plain. The two stouts left six or seven dead warriors in their trail and the rest-Yellow Bear among the numberwere too dazed by tlie suddenness of the attack to think of immediate pursuit, or even of firing on the rescued I man and his rescuer until both were out of range. CHAPTER VIII. PUNISHING THE PURSUERS. Buffalo Bill was riding his fam o us gray horse on which he had once ridden a race scalp for scalp" against a Pawnee chief, and beaten him_. Buckskin Sam had his own steed, Black Hawk, and his own rifle again in his hands, for it fiad not been taken from the saddle. When the king of the scouts crossing the river came upon the horses fastened in the edge of a grove, he saw and the steed of Buckskin Sam to aid him in the bold attempt to save him. "Let us get away down the river ; pard !" shouted Sam, as they swept beyond ri'fle shot of the Kiowas, who were now mounting their horses to pursue. "I guess that will be our best chance, won't it?" "We can't do it, Sam," replied Buffalo Bill. "Dove Eye has gone along that road to carry word to Custer and the men in the fort. She is going to bring them up hour of trial and torture had come. "Don t spend a year to our help, and to punish these Kiowas. We must not in talking about it. "The Father of Light has risen," said the chief, sternly, looking toward the east. "Let the fire eat up the life of the paleface Gladly obeying the command the brave with the torch bent down to set fire to the fagots piled all around the base of the stake Before he could touch them with the a shot rang out and a bullet pierced his brain. Next moment a man mounted on horseback and lead-. put them on her track. I "Our horses are good-far better than any of theirs, I reckon. ; We can lead them all day, if we like; and pick off the nearest, now and then, at long fange. We'll bear off to the northwest, and I guess they'll all follow us, and then none of them will take her trail." Buckskin Sam approved heartily of this clear-headed plan of the king of the scouts. "That's good, Bill," he said. "You certainly are the man to fix things up in good shape. I thought my last


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. ..\ IS moment had come when that red devil bent down to set fire to the "You had got to close quarters, and I knew th.at if I didn't drop him at once and then charge in on the rest, I wo;ildn't be to save you. It was touch and go. We got out of it a great deal better than I expected we would." The two men were riding at the top speed of their horses, all this time, in a direction exa:ctly opposite to that which had been taken by Dove Eye on her journey to warn Custer. As they looked back, they saw that apparently the whole band of Kiowas had started m pursuit o!them. But they had a long start, and they could afford to \ slacken the speed of their horses, so that they would not tire them out too quickly. Before they had ridden more than two or three leagues, they were obliged to change their course more toward the north, for the quick eye of Buffalo Bill saw a fresh body of mou nted men approaching from the west. They were far off, but he could make out that they were red skins, and he suspected that they were another party of Kiowas coming to join their chief in his sudden cam paign against the palefaces. This alteration, of course, took them from the direct line to the hills far distant over the prairie. Buffalo Bill had hoped to follow this line and reach the hills at dusk. Then, aided by the numerous water courses there, they could have hidden their trail during !iie night, and got clear away from their pursuers. The appearance of the second party had spoiled this plan, and it would now be a question of endurance and speed between the hunted whites and their numerous pursuers. The scouts rode steadily onward, their noble horses still fresh and strong. As they left mile after mile be hind them, the more scattered became the line of red skiI)s trailing along after them. At noon Buffalo Bill and Sam halted to water their horses in a stream that flowed down, cold and clear, from ' the hills to the west. Not more than a dozen of the Kiowas who had started after them in the early morn ing were still in sight. The pace had been too great for the rest, and they had fallen hopelessly behind. "We've done the trick all right, Sam," said Buffalo Bill. "We can afford to take it easier from now on. We don't want .to get too far away from this Kiowa gang, for we still have the duty placed upon us of rescuing Spotted Tail and Boyd. I wish it had been possible to save them when I came in and got you, but it was out of the question. We only got away by the skin of our teeth as it was, and if we had waited for them we should simply have thrown away our lives without helping them. I had thought it all out and concluded that the only thing to do was to come back for them as soon as possible." "You were quite right, Bill; there's no question of that," replied Sam. "But I don't think they are in any imme diate danger. I heard Yellow Bear say that they were to be taken to his village, and there put to death by tor ture. He wants to show the1:!) off to the squaws and the old men as samples of his prowess." "That's good 11ews !" exclaimed the border king "I hope we'll 1 be able to save them before that happens. We can just use up these few redskins in sight at long r-ange, then keep at any distance we choose from the until Dove Eye brings Custer and the boys up to deal with them."' "Do you think she will carry the news all right?" Buck skin Sam asked. "I'm as sure of it as I am of my own existence," replied Buffalo Bill, in a tone of the most absolute convdence. "I would trust tha.t girl with anything. Unless she is killed or captured, which is not likely now that we have drawn the Kiowas off her trail, she will get the message through. "That girl is like lightning when she rides. When I told her to go this morning, while I stayed behind to look after you and her father, she just went off like a streak. I never saw better riding in my life.1' "All right, pard. Thep I reckon we'll come out of this business top-side. We can take off few that are following now without leaving the stream, I guess "We might be able to do so, but we had better draw them a little further on. If any torn back, we might lose 'em. Let us keep on and see if we ca n find some cover. Then we will let 'em come so near that not a single red can get away when we begin to throw our lead." "Right again, Bill r You've got the clearest head of anybody on these plains." "Don't talk rot, Sam 1 Come on, and let's try to find that cover. They are coming too near." The two men mounted their horses again, and set them to the gallop, soon leaving the redskins behind They rode on for another league, and then they came to a coun try rather more broken, with hP.re and there a few scat tered rocks and sage brush.


16 I :THE BUFFALO BILI: STORIES. It was not long before they found the cover they were seeking-an ideal spot where they might make a stand I f agamst a superior orce. ,, It was a clump of rocks, am\:mg which grew a lot of sage brush. They halted and dismounted, letting their horses nibble at the grass while they waited for their pursuers to come up. When they came within very long range, the scouts saw that there were but seven of the Kiow.as left, and these came along slowly, as if their horses were dead tired. Buckskin Sam swore a round frontier oath. "I wish there were a score of the varmints, now that we have such good cover to fight them from," he growled, as the seven drew nearer and nearer, carefully following the trail of the fugitives whom they could no longer see. "Don t be so greedy, Sam," laughed the border king. "Seven will do pretty well for a start. We can get some more later on, no doubt; and Custer's men will make the whole tribe wish they had never dug up the hatchet." All seven of the warriors were now within easy range, but the two scouts held their fire. They wanted to get them so that not one of the party would have a chance to get away when they started to open fire. They were waiting, too, to see whether any more would heave in sight. When the first brave was within six.ty or seventy yards, and the hindmost not more than three hundred yards away, Buffalo Bill quietly asked Sam if he was ready. "Yes, pard. Which one shall I take?" was the reply. "The nearest. I'll drop the lazy cuss in the rear. We must shoot pretty quick, or they will try to rush us." "All right, Bill." "Fire when you hear the click of my gun." The king of the scouts took a quick aim, and next sec ond sent his bullet through the head of the hindmost of his enemies. Almost at tne same moment Buckskin Sam picked off the nearest Indian, who was now almost up to the clump of rocks behind which the scouts had taken cover. The rest of the redskins, surprised at the suddenness of the attack made the fatal mistake of halting in dismay for a moment, and so they threw away their one chance of life, which consisted in a sudden rush. Shot after shot as quick as lightning flashes from a storm cloud flew from the ready rifles of the scouts, and in a much briefer space of time than it takes to tell the pursuit had ended in the death of every one of the pursuers. The last three braves who survived tried to make a dash, but they were shot down before they could reach the rocks behind which their terrible anta&'onists were crouch ing. Seven warriors lay dead upon the ground and their seven ponies, free at last from the lash of their cruel mas ters, turned away to rest and to graze. CHAPTER IX. DOVE EYE'S HEROIC RIDE. Dove Eye, the Rose of the Pawnees, had given her heart to Buffalo Bill, all unknown to that mo A est knight of the plains. had been aware of the fact-which she had done her best to make plain-ihe would have done his best to discourage her, for his own heart was given to anothera white girl. When she thought that he cared nothing for her, her heart was too heavy to care at all about her own peril. \ But the knowledge that his life might depend on her own efforts, now that he had ventured back to the Kiowa eamp to rescue her father and his comrade, nerved her to ride as she had never ridden before. With her Indian training, she knew that the success of her mission depe nded upon her getting a good start, un seen, and therefore she did not spare her horse during \ the remaining hours of the night, after she had parted from Buffalo Bill. The animal might be used up in the morning, but she could then, most probably, afford the time to give it a rest. She crossed several streams safely, and had ridden more than three leagues befote the rosy light of the coming day-the same light that was to have been the signal for Buckskin Sam's death-began to make the objects of the countryside clearly visible. Now, as she well her real peril 'Yas beginning. It was almost certain that Yellow Bear would have sent out parties of his warriors to look for her and for Buffalo Bill and in the clear light of early day objects could be seen over those plains for leagues by the keen-eyed redskins. Not even daring to look round to see if she was fol lowed, she sped on for fully an hour over the plain. Then she reached a little knoll, and halted there to take


"' .J THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. a gOQd look around the horizon, for she kn e w that she could see further from that little elevation than from the level of the plain. She took one eager look, and it was enough to tell her of her deadly peril. Men were on her track! They were very far in the rear but she could count fully twenty horsemen scattered out on the plain. Of these, at least half were.in column and following her trail. The impulse of most women would have been to shak out the horse's rein at once and apply the whip, but Dove Eye was an Indian maiden well trained in all the craft of the Indians, and she knew foo much to do that. A long and cruel race was going to begin, and she must have her steed in good shape to stand the orde<1-L' She calmly waited for a few minutes to let the animal rest and graze. She was well used to riding the wild horses of. the prairie bareback, and she had no need of saddle or bridle. Swiftly, she removed those encum brances, and, carrying only her rifle in her hand, she I jumped on the back of the horse and darted off 'at full On-on, she went over a treeless plain, with only here and there a small knoll to break up its deadly m notony, and to hide her for a brief while from her pursuers. The brave girl rode forward until a small lake came in sight with a little timber around its verge. Here she halted again for several minutes to water her horse and take a long, refreshing drink herself. Owing to her two halts, her pursuers had gained on her considerably, and she could now make them out very dis' I Only six were now in sight, but they seemed to be very well mounted and they kept close tugether. But, when, with her horse rested and refreshed, she 1 once again started, the wisdom of her action was at once apparent. Her horse had gained renewed vigor, and she slowly dropped her pursuers behind. the Kiowas still followed 11er, they would be going to their doom. Herheart grew light and gtad. Surely, she thought, 'if she carried out Buffalo Bill's mission successfully through so much peril, the heart of that king of men wottld turn toward her and he would smile lovingly upon the Indian maiden. Alas Dove Eye did not know that the knight of the plains had given his heart to another, to whom he would be constant and true. The horse flew on, apparently still strong, while the hot sun rose higher and higher, passing the meridian. Presently she looked back and she became aware that she had not yet by any means shaken off her pursuers. They also had evidently waited by the lake to refresh and rest their horses, and now they were coming on at a greatly increased pace. Nearer and nearer came the hills toward which she was riding, and_ the ground became more and more broken. With all the skill of a splendid rider the girl got the best she could out of her horse, while at the same time sparing him as much as possible. When she came to a level stretch she pressed him on at top speed, but when she came to broken or rising ground she let him go slowly, so that he would not be winded. Spotted Tail would have been prouder than ever of his beautiful child had he known how nobly she was striving to bring help to him and to his friends-though the one dominating thought in her mind, of course, was to help and obey the man she loved. : A,t last Dove Eye felt, to her dismay, that her horse was weakening badly. She had ridden him hard during the night, and had only given him two very brief rests. Noble animal though he was, the strain was too much for him. She could feel his legs trembling beneath him even when she walked him up the steeper ascents of the broken a,nd risjng ground. She looked behind and saw that her six pursuers were still together, and that they had come very muc nearer Now, with all the c ool cunning of an experienced warand were gaining rapidly. rior, she let the noble animal do as it liked. She did not Her heart was wrenched with agony-not with the fear urge it to its full speed, but let it go afong at a fair pace. She felt sure that she would keep on ahead of her pur suers and reach the point for which she was aiming-a range of tree-clad hills behind which she could strike either for the fort of the white soldiers or for the range of her peoEle, as circumstances might dictate. Then, if of death, ; for her nature was too brave for that; but with the fear that she be unable to carry out the com mand of the 4ero whom she loveo. She lashed her horse now for a final effort. She must reach the wooded slqpes of the hills, where she might manage to hide herself from the men who pursued het.


, 18 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. She would gain the woods before they di"d, or she would kill her horse in the attempt. Her pursuers were now near enough to see her frantic efforts to spur on the horse, and they knew that he was failing. They were as determined to prevent her from getting away ?S she was to escape. Their shrill yells reached her ears. Though she knew no fear of death her heart was maddened at the thought of failing in her missipn. Her splendid horse seemed to feel all that she did, and he did his best. He went ieaping on, but with staggering bounds as if every one would be his last. The trees on the slopes to which Dove Eye was madly straining loomed ever nearer and nearer. On-on-on. There was only a mile more to be cov ered to the goal but the horse was on the point of death. I Though black as night in his native hue he was now white with foaming sweat. Staggering at every leap, the noble animal still went on, until he was within five hundred yards of the desired cover. Then, suddenly, there was the crack of a rifle, and the horse collapsed beneath the girl, throwing her violently to the ground. One of the Kiowas had come near enough to take a good aim, and his bullet had sped truly. It had pierced the heart of the horse that had struggled so nobly, and now the animal lay dead, almost within reach of the goat. Fiendish yells of triumph broke from the lips of the Kiowas, who thought that their prey was at last 'fell within their grasp. The heroic girl, however, was determined to make one last effort for life and freedom. She staggered to her feet, her head swimming from the violent blow she had received when she fell, and, with her rifle in her hand, she turned to face her foes. CHAPTER X. IN THE HANDS OF tHE APACltES. When she found that her hope of escape wa'I cut off, Dove Eye turned to bay as fiercely as any tigress bent on defending her cubs. W ith her rifle in her _hand, she 'waited calmly until the yelling Kiowas came well within range. Then, with a true and steady aim, she shot the foremost through the head, and he reeled from his saddle and lay still the plain. The brave girl had no time to 'reload her gun, which, unluckily, was not1 a repeater; but she had still a siight chance of escape. The horse of the man she had killed, freed from its burden, came bounding on well m advance of the others. As it was passing her she caught it by the bridle, and in an instant had bounded upon its back. Quick as thought, she resumed her flight; but she had hardly started to do so befpre she was again broitght to a full stop. A bullet from the rifle of ohe of the pursuing braves struck her new horse in the side, and she was again brought heavily to the ground. In an instant she was on her feet. Clubbing her empty rifle, she turned to do battle to the death against the enemies of her father, her lover. and her people. She had not the slightest thought of surrender, and the Kiowa were so close upon her that her death appeared certain. Suddenly, out of the slopes near by, arose the fierce wa.r whoops of other Indians. Surprised and terrified, the Kiowas reined in their horses. It was a fatal move. While they hesitated, a rain of arrows and rifle balls hurtled through the air upon them, and the astonished girl saw her enemies fall from their saddles in the agonies of death. THere was not one of them who was not struck several times, either with arrow ot with bullet. Dove Eye turned to see from whom this unexpected help had come. I Alas She saw nothing that would comfort her. They were not the people of her own tribe. Riding out from the trees to scalp the braves they had just slain, she saw by their bright-colored serapes, their lohg bows and longer lances that they were Apaches-1 those American Arabs dreaded by all the other Indian tribes because of their habit of warring with all whom they met. But Dove Eye had little time for thought. A score of painted warriors dashed past her to tear the scalps from the heads of the slain while as many more surrounded her, eagerly asking questions in a tongue which she could not understand. 1/


.' I I THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. \ 19 She faced them all fearlessly, for she was the daughter plains. Strong Hand would not make war upon a of a great chief, and she had beeri trained from youth to never show the faintest trace of alarm, even if she felt it. Most of the Apaches were impressed by her bold bear ing, and their questions were couched in a respectful tone ; but there was one who was an exception to this rule. He was a huge and hideous wretch, with a face that was remarkable for its cruelty and brutality, even for a redskin. He laid his hand heavily upon Dove Eye's shoulder, but she hurled him back with an indignant s \ rength that brought cries of admiring wonder from the other braves. Maddened by the disapproval of his comrades, the bully snatched a knife from his belt and raised it to strike. Dove Eye, with a lqok of scorn in her eyes, folded her arms to receive the cowardly blow. Before it could descend, a noble looking young war rior, wearing the plumes and turban of an Apache chief, darted forward and caught the arm of the savage. Wrenching the knife from him and throwing it to the ground with the right hand, he at the saine time dealt him a fearful blow full in the face with theleft, which stretched him senseless on the ground. The young chief turned to speak to Dove Eye, after spt,\rning the coward with his foot. The other braves fell back respectfully, and it was evi dent that the handsome stranger must be a very great man in his tribe, indeed. "Does the beautiful maiden speak the rough tongue of the palefaces of the north?" he asked. "I do," Dove Eye replied, "and I thank you, chief1 for saving me from that cowarq." "He was a dog who needed a lesson," said the Apache, looking with contempt at the prostrate form. "Who are you, maiden?" "Dove Eye, daughter of Spotted Tail, chief of the Paw nees." "Ha! You are she whom they call the Rose of the Pawnees. Strong Hand, the Panther of the Apaches, has heard much of you from men of his tribe who have wan dered to the lodges of the Pawnees. Strong Hand has no love for the Pawriees-they are too friendly with the palefaces. But Strong Hand's heart is tender toward Dove Eye." "If you are Strong Hand, I have heard of you," said the girl. "You are a great brave, whose ?eeds are in the mouths of the story tellers of all the tribes on the great woman. ; ' "No! Strong Hand would make love to a woman. You., are very beautiful-more beautiful than any maiden iJ:! the lodges of the Apaches. Strong Hand will make you his wife." The young warrior calmly folded his arms and looked at the girl, as much as to say: "Enough said-this settles it." The Indian maiden looked troubled, but only for a mo ment. Then she raised her eyes fearlessly to his and said, boldly: "It cannot be,, Apache! Dove Eye has given her heart to another." "Strong Hand is a great warrior," that worthy, calmly, with the absence of modesty natural to most Indians. "Dove Eye knows that," said the girl, eager not to of fend him than was needful. "Strong Hand's fame is as bnght as the stars, and the tribe ; tremble at his name-but Dove Eye cann,ot take him for a husband, for she has given her heart into the keeping of another." "What matters that?" said the Apache. "Dove Eye will change her mind. Strong Hand will not hurry her. He will wait, when she sees how great a warrior he is she will desire him for bet husband." "Dove Eye needs no tim,e to think," responded the girl. "She has made tJp her mind. But now she has no time to think of love. She has something else to think of. \ "Her father, the great chief, Spotted Tail, is a prisoner in the hands of the \:rttel and Kiowas. Dove Eye escaped from them last night when they raided the party in which she and her father were traveling. She was on her way to get help to rescue him, and the Kiowas followed. She slew one of them when her horse had fallen. Then Strong Hand and his braves came and killed the rest." "The eyes of Strong Hand the deed," exclaimed the chief, in a tone of fervent admiration, '.'and his said within him, 'Now at last my eyes have seen a woman who is worthy to be the wife of a great chief.' "Dove Eye does not care for life or love if her perishes by fire at the hands of the Kiowas.'' "He shall not,'1 said the young chief, eagerly. "Where are they now ?" "In the great gap of the big mountains to the west, near to the place where the River of Storms has its birth.'' "Strong Hand will go there, with a large force of his


I THE BUFFALO BILL STOPlE S. 20 I warrior,t, and he will take Spotted Tail out of the hands of the Kiowas and lift many of their scalps. Then will he come back to Dove Eye and bring her her father and say, 'Lo! I have done a gMd deed for you. Be now my wife.'" Dove Eye made no answer to this very fair and generous sbggestion fcr an Apache chie to make. .. She did not dare to say no, a11d she would rtot yes. Neither did she dare to tell the youttg warrior that the famous Long Hair was tryittg at that moment to relea$e her father and that the king the scouts was far dearer to her than Spotted Tail, or life, or else. Strong Hand naturally Mok her silence for consent He continued: ''Near by here, in the forest, we have a great carnp, made strong as the palefaces make theirs. Thither you shall be taken by a small guard, who will treat you with the respect due to one who is to be the bride of Strong Hand. Strong' Hand 'rill take the rest of his warriors and attack the Kiowas so that he may rescue the father o"f the beautiful Dove Eye." The Pawnee girl was helpless. She could not ask or any further favor. But at least she would risk one plea. She asked that she might ride with him to the attack on the Kiowas, hoping by that means that she might fall in with Buffalo Bill and her father, and some means of her from her new and most unpleasant predica ment be devised by them. The chief hesitated. He would have liked the girl to come with him, for he had already fallen deeply in love with her, but his 'tktter judgment told him that it would not be wise. "No, that must not be," he said at length, in a decided tone that admitted of no argument. '1The Apaches will travel very fast, and the fight at the end may be a des perate -one. The Rose of the Pawrtees is a fragile flower. She must go to the camp to rest." I The Indian maiden, used to the authoritative ways of men, knew that would be absolutely useless. Her words would be wasted. So she bowed her head, and when a horse was brought to her, she mounted it without a word and rode slowly away, under the guard of three Apache braves who had been assigned to that duty by their chief. As soon as he saw her headed toward the camp, Strong Hand a signal to the rest of his warriors ardl they formed into column behind him and traveled at an easy canter in the direction of the Kiowa encampment. CHAPTER XI. BUFFALO BILL CLIMBS A TREE. Buffalo Bill and Buckskin Sam, when they fled from the Kiowa band, had no intention of leaving the neighbor hood altogether. I Tl'ley fully intended to return and try to arrange the rescue of Spotted Tail and Capt. Boyd; or, at the least, to take part in the big fight which they looked for when Custer brought up his men in response to the message carried by Dove Eye. They could not know, of course, that that message had gone astray because the messenger had herself been captured. They looked for help to come speedily, for they were well aware that Custer was not the man to let the grass grow und e r his feet, once he knew of the danger. After they had disposed of.the redskins who were fol lowing them, and had made sure, by careful scouting, that no others were in sight, they made a wide detour by means of which they gradually approached the camp of the Kiowas. It was near sunset when they in sight of it again, along in the cover by the river bank. Picketing their in timber where they could not be seen, they held a council of war to decide what course they had better adopt. "Shall we wait till Custer comes, and then help him to make a complete surprise of the camp by our knowl edge of its location; o'r shall we try to take the hyo prison ers to-night, even at the risk of alarming the redskins and making them quit the camp?" This was the question as it was put by Buckskin Sam. Buffalo '.Bill pondered over it deeply for some time, abd thert he said : ' "We do not know what may happen to del:1Y Custer. It is even possible that Dove 'Eye may not have got through with the message, althoup:h I hardly think that. 11We cannot tell what may be done to Spotted Tail and Boyd, and we dare not leave them in the lurch like this. Xt is true they were not to be killed until they got to tlie Kiowa village, but you can never tell when a scoundrel like Yellow .Bear, angered by something they did or said, may' kill them. "No, we try to get in to the camp to-night, at all hazards, and rescue them. It will be a pretty risky busi ness; but it will .have to be done." Buckskin Sam agreed with his friend and leader, and


THE BUFFALO BILL S10RIES. 21 they decided that they would make their attempt at the darkest hour of the night, a little while before the rising of the moon. First of all, they would attempt to get hold of two of the redskins' horses, and picket them near the camp, be side their own. It would, of course, be almost hopeless to try to make the escape on foot. The taking of the horses would be no easy matter, for the corral in which the horses were kept at night was, perhaps, more carefully guarded than any other part of the camp. Of all the things that he owns, an Indian prizes most his war ponies. They are as the apple of his eye, and he talyes the utmost precautions to guard them. It was not yet dark, and Buffalo Bill decided that he would take another and a more careful survey of the Indian camp, so that he could find out, if possible, in what part of it the two captives were confined. Leaving Sam in charge of the horses, he walked up the bank of the river, under cover of the long reeds, until he had got as near to the camp as he dared go without running the almost certairl risk of being seen. Then he thought that he could make out the movements of the redskins better if he got to the top of one of the trees which seemed by its height to tower over all the rest. So, leaving his guns below, and removing his hunting coat and belt, he embraced the trunk of the tallest cotton wood in the vicinity, and by the good use of his pliant and supple lih1bs, soort reached the t1earest branches. It was a matter of considerable labor, for the trunk was more than arl armful for the scout, so when he reached the first limb he paused to rest. It was darker up there among the thick branches than he had thought it would be, and he was now certain that he could not distinguish things on the plain below clearly, so he thought he would wait and take things easy. There was a mist that had gathered up from the stream. Perhaps, if a puff of wind came to blow it away, he would still be able to carry out his purpose. Cody, therefore, took a good, long rest on the first branch, and then leisurely commenced to go higher. Thicker and thicker grew the leafy branclles around him, but that was all the better for him. There would be the less danger of his being discovered on his lofty look out by those whom he had gone up to watch. If they saw him, and waited for him at the base of the trunk, he would, of .course, be doomed. He was unarmed, and there would be no possible way of escape. He was well up in the tree-almost to the top-before he stopped and looked downro see if the expected puft of wind had come and dissipated the mist below him. Then he started in sudden alarm and he has since qe. dared that it was one of the few times when he was scared almost out of his ski11. Small wonder, indeed, that he was! The peril he had now to encounter was enough to blanch the cheeks of the bravest man. He heard a strange, purring noise near to him, and he knew, even without seeing it, that he close to a she panther or cougar, and that probably her young were up in the tree with her. CHAPTER XII. A STRANGE FIGHT WITH A PANTHER. In that terrible moment Buffalo Bill wished most fer vently that he had brought a revolver with him when he climbed up the tree, or, at least, a knife. He determined that if he got out of this business alive, which he hardly expected to do, he would not let himself be caught with out his weapons again. He looked cautiously around, and soon saw what seemed like two great balls of fire-and then a smaller pair in advance of the first. They were the eyes of a she panther and her cub. Buffalo Bill kept his eyes fixed steadily in that direction, and he soon made out the dim outlines of the two animals, which were crouched away in the

22 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. He knew that such animals would not, as a general thing, long face the human eye unless they were infuri ated or wounded. But it is difficult to tell what any she cat will do when she is with her cub. How slowly the time went! At last the panther began to act uneasily. She ceased her purring and remained savagely silent for several minutes save for two or three low, fierce snarls. Evidently she resented the continued presence of the man, and wondered what he wanted do to her cub. Then it arose and crawled along the to get be tween the intruder and the cub Rising on its hind legs, it clawed the bark of the tree savagely, looking round at Buffalo Bill as if if was about to spring next moment. But the king of the scouts did not for one single mo ment of that terrible duel of eyes Jose his nerve or hrs courage. He could now plainly see the huge bulk of his antagonist, which was one of the largest panthers he had ever encountered. Rearing up at fulJ height on the branch, the animal peered at the scout from half behind the tree trunk. Its head was not more than three feet away from his, and he could feel its hot breath on his cheek. Eye met eye, and the struggle-silent but none the less desperate-went on for at least two minutes at this close range. To Buffalo Bill, the time seemed more like two hours. He knew that, if his glance wavered even for a second, he was lost. The animal would leap upon him at once i if he so much as winked, for the eye charm by which he held her would be lost. Thus they stood. for what seemed an age, and then, slowly-very slowly-the panther drew back, still keeping its eyes on him until an intervening branch broke the spell. Then, with a wild scream, the panther leaped off into "' the branches of another tree, a few feet distant, carrying her cub in her mouth. She had not been able to endure the human eye. As Buffalo Bill would not move, she had concluded to do so herself. The king of the scouts had been the victor in the strangest and most dangerous duel he had ever fought. CHAPTER XIII. BUCKSKIN SAM'S RED HAND. Buffalo BiJJ remained up the tree for some time. The mist had now drifted away, and he made his reconnois sance of the Indian camp, but did not learn much by it. He could see no trace of the captives. They were hid den away in one of the numerous tepees which had been pitched; but there was nothing to show which one was their prison. Evidently their guard must be inside the tent with them, for there was no sentry stationed outside. The scout saw that the force of the Kiowas had been largely increased. Several other war parties must have come in. The camp was carefully guarded, sentries being stationed alJ around it. It would be no easy matter to creep into the camp and find the prisoners. StilJ harder would it be to get the two extra horses they needed, for the camp was most carejulJy guarded. Cody returned to his friend and informed him of what he had seen. They decided that they would wait until near the dawn. It was barely possible that Custer, if he made a forced march, might arrive by that time. At the time they had fixed upon, the two scouts crept through the long grass, with infinite caution, and ap proached the Indian village. They carefulJy dodged two or three of the sentries, and got within the cordon. -Their work, so ar, had been successfulJy accomplished, but it had only just begun. Buffalo Bill, signing to his companion to follow, led the way to the corral. In the dim light of the stars, they . could make out the forms of several Kiowas grouped around it, ::tnd they alJ seemed to be thoroughly vigilant. Yellow Bear, maddened by the Joss of Buckskin Sam just at the moment when he was going to torture him to death, had given very careful instructions to his men to be on the alert. He knew that what he had done was not likely to go unpunished, and that he must be ready f?r an attack to be made upon his force at any


THE B UFF.\LO BILL STO RI ES. ,.,.., -.) Cody, slight though the chance of s u ccess w as \ v as n o t the man to draw back once he had started. He brought all his resources of plainscraft to bear and by wonderful skill he got through the line of gentries, and had laid his hand on the stake rope of a fine porty. At that very moment, he felt a heavy blow on the back of his head. He tried to turn round and fight, but his senses reeled, his head swam, and he sank to the g round unconscious. A Kiowa sentry, who had observed him had come Up noi s elessly behind and struck him a viokltt blow on the back of his head with the flat of his tomahawk. Buckskin Sam was some little distance behind, and was not in time to prevent the blow from falling. But he dashed forward madly to avenge it. He drove his knife deep into the body of the Indian, and then, standing over the unconscious form of Buffalo Bill, he blazed away with both revolvers at the swarm of Kiowas who rushed up to attack him. That fight is still spoken of in the lodges of the Indian tribes on the great plains. It gaine d for Buckskin Sam I the nickname of "Red Hand," so many werrc the redskins whom he slew in those few, brief moments before his re-"Light the fire c o111manded Yellow B ea r, in a harsh and disappointed tone. Before any of the braves could advance to carry out this order, the ear-splitting, frightful war c ry of the Apaches sounded from the timber b y the river bank near I by. It was followed instantly by a clo\1d of arrows and a rain of bull e t s More than half of the Kiowas grouped around the two tortured men f ell dead on the sp o t, for Strong Hand, the Apache c hief, had taught his men t o aim straight and true. They w e re infinitely better marksmen than the common run of redskins. Yelling his waP cry again, Strong Hand led his braves in a furious charge out of the timber. The fight was brief, but decisive. The Kiowas could not withstand the terrible valor of the Arabs of the plains. They h a d a health y respect for the Apaches, as had most of the other Indian tribes at that time; and their mere appeara n c e sent them into a panic. Yellow Bear mad with ra g e dre w his tomahawk and rushed forward, determined to brain th e two bottnd pale faces whom he hated before he went to the happy hunting volvers were empty, he was overpowered by numbers, and grounds himself. bound with rawhide thongs. Before he could reach them, a bullet from the rifie of The delight of Yellow Bear at tl;ie capture of both his Strong Hand stretched him dead upon the ground. hated enemies may readily be imagined. He gave orders that they should be bound to stakes at dawn, shot at arrows, and tortured, and then burned alive. The braves were only too delighted at this fiendish plan. At first rosy flush o f sunlight, the two men were tied to two trees, as there was no time to prepare stakes. The redskins, retiring to a short distance shot at them with small arrows trying to pi e rce the flesh and make slight wounds without hurting them mortally. In this fiendish work the y were only too skillful, but the scouts declined steadfa s tl y to utter a groa n although they w e re enduring th e g r eates t a go ny. :fh e Indians u sed thou g h they were to courag e unde r torture, were amaz e d at the dauntle s s fortitude display e d by Buffalo Bill and his brother scout. The fight was now over. Strong Hand was surpdsed to find th e two white pris oners, and at first he was a bit in doubt as to whether he should not lift their scalps hims e lf. But he was a redskin of chivalrous nature and, as h e had s aved their lives, he fel t that he c o uld not afterward take them. He r e leased them, and found Spotted Tail and Capt. Bo y d in on e o f the t e pees, bound hand and foot. With the four men, clo s ely guarded as prisoners, he and his brav es s e t out on th e trail back to their camp. Wha t was th eir amazem e n t, to wa rd th e middle of the day, t o m eet, a s the y asce n ded a ri se in t h e plain, a pow e r fu l forc e o f w hite s o l d i e r s, und e r Gen C uster. Riding b y the ge n e ral' s s ide a n d guiding the column, was Dove Eye, the Rose of the Pawnees.


24 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. After the departure of Strong Hand on his warlike mission for her benefit, she had contrived to escape from the braves in whose custody he had left her. The Apache chief signified his consent, and Buffalo Bill thereupon rode out toward Custer's force, followed by Buckskin Sam, Capt. Boyd and Spotted Tail. She got away on horseback and immediately headed, The king of the scout& tied a white handkerchief on the at the best speed of which her moupt was capable, for the barrel of a rifle, and waved it as he advanced. fort. She arrived there safely, dodging the braves who, fearful of the vengeance of Strong Hand, pursued her hotly. But, once at the fort, she had not found it easy to get speech with Custer. A young sentry, ignorant of Indian ways and disbelieving her story, held her up and was going to arrest her. Quick as a flash, she drew her knife and turned on him. Little savage that she was, she would have stabbed him to the heart without the least compunction if her hand had not been caught by a tall, distinguished-looking officer who happened to stroll out to the gate of the fort at that moment. The man was Custer, and, when he heard Dove Eye's message, he was as prompt to take action as Buffalo Bill had declared he would be. When he sighted the white soldiers, Strong Hand m stantly called a halt. At first he seemed inclined to fight them, but Buffalo Bill pointed out to him the folly of such a course. "Do you not see that the soldiers of the Great White Father have three cannons with them that pour our bul lets like the hail from heaven?" said the king of the scouts. "The moment you and your men advance, those guns will begin to fire, and the Apaches will be mown down like corn by the reaper." The chief saw that this was true. He had heard a great deal about the quick-firing guns of the palefaces and the terrible havoc they wrought. Brave and warlike though he was, he had no desire to go up against them with the small force under his command. "But what are the Apaches to do?" he asked. "See, the big chief of the palefaces is setting his men in battle array. Soon he will attack, and his big rifles on wheels will speak like the lightning." "I'll make that all right for you, Strong Hand, if you leave it to me." In a few moments he was shaking hands with Custer. . "We thought that you were dead Cody, and that it would fall to our lot to avenge you," said the amous general. "No, general, I'm still in the ring, and hope to stay there for a good many years yet." "I don't think the bullet has been cast that will kill you," laughed Custer. "But who are these redskins you are with? They are not Kiowas, but Apaches, unless l mistake. Your flag of truce was just in time, for I was about to open fire on them with the guns." Buffalo Bill explained how the Apaches had rescued him and his friends from the Kiowas when their doom appeared certain, and had then taken along as prisone rs. "Their chief does not want to fight," he concluded, "and I've no doubt he will be glad to have a powwow with you and come to some arrangement.'' "Well, he will have to give up his prisoners, of course, and promise to go back. at once to the Mexican border. We cannot allow these Apaches to roam at their will about the plains. They will stir up too much trouble with the other tribes." Custer summoned a scout in his command, and sent him, under a flag of truce, to Strong Hand, summoning the latter to a powwow. The Apache chief promptly obeyed the order, and, after a few minutes conference, readily agreed to do as the general demanded. He had, indeed, no alternative; for he saw clearly that the white force was superior in num bers to his own, as well as better armed. If it had come to fighting, his men would have been wiped out in a few minutes. "We will camp on the plains for six days to hunt the buffalo and dry meat for our journey home," he said. "Then I swear by the Great Spirit we will go back to our hunting grounds by the Rio Grande."


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. Custer agreed to this and invited the chief to camp near the soldiers. He wanted to keep the Apaches under his eye much as possible. Turning to leave the general and go back to his braves, Strong Hand came face to face with Dove Eye, who was talking joyfully to her father near by, and expressing her delight at his safety. In an instant, tl/e Apache's passion for the girl' flamed up. With half a dozen quick strides, he was by her side. Wondering what he was going to do, Spotted Tail sprang in front of the g irl ready to protect her, if need were; while Buffalo Bill and Buckskin Sam also ran up to her side. Dove Eye calml y faced the impassioned Apache, with a look in her eye that certainly did not betoken love. CHAPTER XIV. A STRUGGLE FOR DOVE EYE. For a few moments the Tiger of the Apaches looked at Dove Eye in silence, seeming to struggle with a spirit of anger in his breast. Then his brow cleared. "Dove Eye, the Rose of the Pawnees, has not treated Strong Hand fairly ," he said. "She fled from the braves he appointed to watch over her. It matters not. She is as brave as she is beautiful. She is well worthy to be the wife of a great warrior. "Strong Hand has done what he promised to do. He ha? saved her father from the Kiowas, who would have bound Spotted Tail to the stake of torture. He has taken the scalp of Yellow Bear, and wears it in his belt. "The Tiger of the Apaches is a great chief. He has more ponies than he can count. He will give many of them to Spotted Tail if he may take Dove Eye for his wife. What says the chief of the Pawnees?" "Strong Hand must ask Dove Eye and abide by what she says," replied Spotted Tail, looking fondly at his daughter. "Long ago Spotted Tail swore an oath by the Great Spirit that hi s child should wed no man against her will ; and that o ath he will keep. Spotted Tail cares "Then what says Dove Eye?" asked the young chief. "That if Strong Hand owned all th e h o rses on the plains, she would not marry him," the girl replied, with spirit. "Let the Apache seek a wife among the maidens of his own people. Dove Eye loves Long Hair, the great white chief, and she will wed no man but him." At this very plain announcement, Buffalo Bill blushed right up to the roots of his hair with embarrassment, the more so as Custer and some of his officers had sauntered up to listen to the conversation Buckskin Sam came to his rescue. "But you can't marry Long Hair, Dove Eye," he said, earnestly. "He is in love with another woman-a white girl-and he is pledged to her." "That matters n o t," returned the lovelorn girl, calmly. "Long Hair is a great hunter. He can kill enough meat to feed many wives. Dove Eye will share him with the white girl." "Oh, but white men don t do that kind of thing unless they are Mormons," said Sam. "You'll have to give Buf falo Bill up Dove Eye. Won't you take me instead? I love you, and I want you to be my wife." Dove Eye smiled kindly on the scout, for whom she had conceived a real liking; but shook her head. Strong Hand saw the smile, and instantly became furious with jealousy. "Does Dove Eye love this paleface dog?" he demanded, in a voice tense with passion. Before the Pawnee girl had time to answer, Buckskin Sam, quick to anger and equally quick to act, struck the Apache a stunning blow with his clinched fist fair in the face. "No red cuss shall call me a dog without finding out that I can bite! he cried, as the Indian fell to the ground, stunned for the moment. Several of the soldiers ran forward to secure the Apache and the man who had struck him, but Custer waved them back. "Buckskin Sam was insulted, and he knew how to take nothin g for the ponies of the Apache. He has many of his own part," he said. "i;'hat's all there is to it. We his own." have nothing to do with this quarrel."



THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES hurried up and already grouped themselves around this spot, so that they could have a close view of the fight. "Red Hand will take the spear nearest to the sun-the Apache chief the other, for a post," said the Pawnee. "When Spotted Tail waves his arms in the air, you are to begin the fight. The end rests with yourselves. Are you both read y now?" "I am, but Strong Hand is not ," replied Sam. "See, he wears a shield upon his breast, while mine is bare. That is not fair. "It is only the sign of my rank," said the Apache, as he laid his hand upon a golden emblem of the sun, which was as lar g e as the crown of the hat which the scout had just cast down. "Bare your breast, y ou coward, as I have done, de manded Buckskin. With a look of gloomy hatred, the Apache did as he was bidden lifting the symbol from his breast. It had more meaning than Sam had suspected, for it bee n taken by the medicine man of his tribe from an ancient Aztec temple. The priest had given it to him, and a s sured him that, while he wore it, he would be in vulnerable to all the weapons of his enemies. Now that he was forced to la y it aside, his superstitious nature was troubl e d a nd for the firs t time a doubt whether he w ould win the fight cro s sed hi s mind. H e offe r e d the s y mbol to Dove Eye t o hold for him, as she now h e ld th e w e apons and trappin gs o f his e nem y With a l o ok of bitter scorn s h e r e fu sed to take it and h e 'wa s obliged to give i t into the charge of one of his own warnors. Now, with that off his prid e seemed to go t oo. An g rily, h e t o re off all hi s gaud y trappin g s and in a f e w s e conds his g iant for m was bare to the waist, like that of his ad versary. "Is the paleface satisfied?" he cried waving his Jong, glittering knife in the air, as he vaulted easily into th e saddle. "Yes-each to his post," said Sam, riding off to the sp ear which had been assigned to him. As soon as the two men were at th e ir s tations the Pawriee chief gave the signal for them to close. with a terrible yell the Apache dashed forward on a direct line for the scout while the latter, with his horse at an easy gallop, rode on to meet his enemy's terrific charge. CHAPTER XV. STRONG HAND MEETS HIS M ASTER. As Sam rode, erect and easy, it seemed as if the red skin, lying prone upon his horse with one hand clutching the mane, and the other stretched forward with the knife pointed would have a terrible advantage. But when the horses were almost breast to breast the black s te e d of the scout touched in the flank by his rider's heel, bounded fully a yard to one side. Sam clinging with one hand to the girth on the back, r e ached far over and slashed a deep wound in the back of the Apache, who supposed himself to be out of reach . Wildly yelling, the Indian drew rein and wheeled his horse around to chase Sam, 'ho seemed to be flying from him. But, quicker than thought, the black horse also wheeled and reared full in front of the flying steed of the Apache. That animal fell back on its haunches, and both horses stood with their fore-fe : t in the air, furiously striking and bitin g at one another while the knives of their riders played to and fro like lightning in alternate thrust and parry. f So close were they that the b y standers less than a hundred yards awa y could hardly distinguish between them, or get any idea which man was gaining th e advantage This bout lasted scarcely a minute though to the excited s p e ctators it see med much longer. Then, suddenly a knife was seen to fly hig h up in the air and fall to the ground yards away from the two combatants. One was disarmed. Which one was it? Dove Eye trembled now for the first time, and realized that she cared more for Buckskin Sam than she had imagined. If he had lost his knife she knew that his doom was sealed. His adversary would show him no merc y But it was not the s c o ut who had lost the weapon. He was seen to touch his horse which wheeled away


.. 28 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. from front of the other; then he rode in a short circle, waving bloods tained knife above his head. Bending as he rode, he picked up the knife that had been struck from the hand ef the Apache. He was bleeding from se:veral slight wounds, but Strong Hand was iu worse case. Covered with blood half a dozen deep gashes, Me sat as rigid as a statue on his horse, awaiting, with folded arms the death blow which he expected-the death blow wbicb he would certainly have given if luck ha\l been with him. Sam looked at him as he sat there fearlessly, and real ized that he could not slay him in cold blood, even for Dove Eye's sake. Tossing his knHe toward the mortified chief, he cried: "Take better care of it next time, Tiger of the Apaches. Pick it up and try your luck "Strong Hand is not a dog to take life from the hand of the paleface he hates," shouted the maddened chief, stung to fury by the sound of the mocking laughter of Dove Eye. "He bas made his life a shame, and now he will throw it away." He snatched the knife from ground as he said this and drove it up to the hilt into thj! heart of his trembling horse. have been laid. But the spirit of the great Tiger of the Apaches will never rest while you walk the eai:th. We go now because the fight was fair, and our chief shook hands with Spotted Tail and agreed to the conditions. We will not break the peace he agreed to. But we shall come again wherever you go, and, sooner or later, we shall take your scalp." Buckskin Sam gravely saluted the brave. "Fair warning!" he said. "Then I shall make a point of shooting Apaches on sight in future, without stopping to powwow with them." Without another word chief turned on his heel and left him. How the Apachis tried to carry out their threat of vengeance and were frustrated by Buffalo Bill will be told soon in one of the stories of this series. I Spotted Tail came up to Sam and congratulated him warmly on his skill and success in the fight. It had given him the greatest respect for the scout. "You are a great brave," said the old Pawnee, ''a?d I adopt you for my son. I name you Tiger Slayer, as weh as Red Hand." "Do you hear that, Dove Eye?" said Sam, ii! delight. "T.he old man adopts me for his son. What do you say to that?" Dove Eye blushed and would not answer. It was The animal fell to the ground with a quiver. Without months before Sam managed to get from her the answer hesitating for a moment, the haughty chief pulled out the that he wished, after she thoroughly understood that it reeking weapon and plunged it in his own breast. was useless for her to hope to marry the king of the He fell dead upon his horse, and the duel was over. The Apaches greeted the death of their chief with a yell of grief and rage, but the threatening aspect of the soldiers and the sight of their rifles kept them back. They were permitted to take up the body of Strong Hand, and they departed with it at once, the chief now in command telling Custer that they would go back at once to their own hunting grounds, without waiting to hunt the buffalo. "Paleface," said this chief, going to the spot where Buckskin Sam stood, "the Apaches go back to their own land to bury their chief in the ground where his fathers scouts. THE END. "Buffalo Bill's Terrible Throw; or, The Strong Arm of the Border King," will be the title of the next story in THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES, No. 231. It will relate one of the most striking adventures in the life of the king of the scouts, telling how he vanquished, unarmed, a giant red skin who attacked him armed to the teeth. The peculiar manner in which this feat was accomplished is still talked about by old plainsmen out West. Buy next week's story and read all about it. 9ewete of Wild West imit:Etio!l'ls the Bil! Stories. They are abc1Bt fictitious characten. Buffalo Blli week!y is the only wee,l<.ly cont.ai11ing Ute aclvent11m:s of Bill, (CoL W. r. Cotly), .... w kaewa all over the world the lling of scouts.


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DIAMOND DICK WEEKLY Containing the Most Unique and Fas c ipatin g Tales of Western Romance l===========:;=.====================== ====:::;;======================================1v 1 1 427-Diamond Dick, Jr.'s, Switch off; or, Close Shav e at Ra z or Gap. 428-Diamond Dick s 01ristmas Gift; or, A Full House at Pocomo. 429-Di amond Dick Amo>1g the Mail Bags ; t or, A 'Round with tfie Postal Graft e rs. 430-Hands ome Harry's Hard Fi ght; or, The Queer Mystery of the Five Ace Gang. 431-Handsome Harry on the Wolf's Trail; or, The Train Robber's Ambush. 432-Handsome Harry's Stran gle Hold; or, The Pretty Demon of the Rockies. 433-Handsome Harry's Quickest Shot; or, Drawing the Sting from a Gila. 434-Handsome Harry's Trump Card; or, The Bad Man from Texas. 435-Handsome Harry' s Lightning Stroke; or, The Mutineers of Misery Gulch. 436-Handsome Harry's Fierce Game; or, The Moonshiner's Oath. 437-Handsome Harry in Chinatown; or, The Highbinders' Crimson Compact. 438-Handsome Harry in the B a d Lands; or, A Fight for Life in the Bandit Belt. 439-Diamond Dick Jr.'s, Castle in the Air or, The Deadly Duel with Riatas. 440-Diamond Dick;-.Jr., and the Fire Bugs; or, The Ten-Strike at Lallakoo. 441-Handsome Harry's Iron Hand; or, Solving a Great Di r mond Mystery. 442-Handsome Harry's Treasure Hunt; or, Three Old Tramps from Tough Luck. 443-Handsome Harry's Stee' Trap; or, A Run ning Fight in the Rockies. 444-Handsome Harry with a Hard Crowd; or, A Blow-up on the Mississippi. 445-Handsome Harry's Big Round-up; or, The Beauty of Chimney Butte." 446-Handsome Harry in the Big Range; or, Hey, Rube, in Arizona. 447-Diamond Dick's Ghostly Trail; or, The Phantom Engine of Pueblo. 448-Diamond Dick's Boy or, The Kid napers o{ the Sierras. 449-Diamond Dick's Sure Thi:ow; ot, The Broncho Buster's Last Ride. Dick's Fight for Honor; or, The Wizard Gambl er. 451-Diamond Dick Afloat; or, The Pirate s of the Pacific. 452-Diamond Dick's Steeple Chase; or, The Leap That Won the Race. 453-Diamond Dick's Deadly Peril ; or, A Fight for Life in the Rapids. 454-Diamond Dick's Black Hazard; or, The Feud at Roaring Water. 455-Diamond Dick's Darkest Trail; or, The Se cret of the Haunted Mine. 456-Diamond Dick's Desperate Dash; or, A Rou g h Ride through Montana. 457-Diamond Dick's Secret Foe; or, Nightwolf, the Red Terror 458-Diamond Dick's Center Shot; or, A Hoo rah at the Golden Gate. 459-Diamond Dick's Blind Lead; or, The Rustlers of S a ndy Gulch. 46o-Die}.mond D j ck's Cool Thrust; or, The Trait of The Silent Three. 46!-Diamond Dick's Swiftest Ride; or, Won by the Pony Express. 462-Diamond Dick in the Desert; o r, The Shot Gun Messenger from Fargo. 463-Diamond Dick's Deadliest Foe; or; A Fight with a Destroying Angel. 464-Diarnond Dick's Death Seal; or, The Beau tiful Bride of Salt Lake. 465-Diamond Dick's Riot or, A Bad Man s Oath of Vengeance. 466-Diamond Dick in the Klondike; E>r, The Crazy Crresus of the Yukon. 467-Diamond Dick's Call to Time; o r, The Mystery o f ChilkQOt Pass. / 468-Diamond Dick's Golden Trail; or, The !Bad Man from Forty Mile. 469-Diamond Dick on the Warpath; or, A Brush with Yaquis in Arizona. 470-Diamond Dick's Red Signal; or, The Rob bers of the Roundhomie. 471-Diamond Di c k and the C oiners; or, Shov ing a Qu e e r Gang. ., h. I I r J\11 of t h e abo v e nu mb ers always on hand. If y o u c annot get them from your newsdea1et*. fiv e cents p e r cop y will bring them to yo y by m ail, postpaid I', STREET & SMITH, Publishers 7 9-8 9 Seventh Ave., NEW


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