Issued Weekly. By subscription $aso per year. Entered as Second-class Matter at the N. Y Post Office by S'.!'REET & SMITH, 7r;-BQ Seventlz Ave., N. 1 No. 248 NEW YORK, FEBRUARY 10, 1906. Price, Five Cents As Buffalo Bill was crossing the narrow plank, the chief of the Creeks chopped frantically at it with his sharp-edged tomahawk. The border king turned and fired at him.
Issued W1ellly. By subscription /aso per year. Entered as S co nd-class Matter at tlle N. Y. Post Offec1, fry STREET & SMITH, 79-&; .Sevmtli Avenue, N. Y. Entered accordinZ' to <'let 11/ Canpess in the year IQ06, in thl Office of tlle Librarian of Cang-ress, WashinZ'ton, D. C. Eir Beware .r Wild West inritatiotla of tM Buffalo Bin Stories. Tiiey Me Miit fictitiHs cherecten. The Buffelo BiU weekly is tile Hly weekly COlltaiiag tile ..,......_ el ...... , (Cel. W. f. Cody), wH ia kaowa al owr tlle world u t1te Ing of ...U. No. 248. NEW YORK, February 10, 1906. Price Five Cents. BILL'S CREEK QUARREL; Wl OR, I 'LONG RIFLE'S LONG SHOT. By the aathor of "BUPF ALO BILL .. CHAPTER I. IN YELLOW BEAR'S VILLAGE. More than a hundred lodges were ranged on either side of a crystal brook, which ran slowly through a little val ck_y after it had dashed for leagues through dark chasms \ and de wn from lofty cliffs. These lodges told of the power of Yellow Bear, chief of the Creeks ; for this was his own village, and dwellers in the lodges were but a small part of his war.J like tribe. Prominent among the lodges was the large one in which he dwelt when in the village. In front of it, on a tall lance, floated a pennon of yellow cloth, with a bear rudely drawn upon it, which told all strangers, who knew him only by his fame, tliat they were in the village of Yellow Bear. There were many warriors idling about in groups, while women were busy about the camp-fires, cooking, for it was near to the time for the noonday meal. ..l A 1large drove of horses fed in the valley, watched by three or four mounted warriors and a large party of half grown boys. Suddenly a woman came out from the lodge of the chief. She was tall in stature and wore a head-dress of feathers that made her look still more lofty. A robe of scarlet cloth was wound about her fine figure, and she stepped with the air of one born to command. She was not a white woman, but her complexion was very light for an Indian. That was not strange, for she had been born in the far Northwest of one of those inter racial marriages so common since the great fur companies sent out their daring voyagers and trappers to live a savage life for the gain of their shareholders. Her look was haughty and commanding, and she was not devoid of beauty, although the freshness of youth had left her. Close behind her came two other women. One was an old, haggard creature, with one eye gone, while the
2 THE BUFFALO B1LL STORIES. other shone out from its sunken socket like a ball of fire. Her coarse, white hair hung loose over her bare, shrunken neck and bony shoulders. The other-the strangest of the three-was very young and very beautiful. She was a white girl, with rich, curling hair of almost golden hue, and blue eyes and reg ular features. Yet she was dressed in the Indian &tyle a short skirt of cloth, fringed with fur; leggings of fawn skin, and moccasins worked with stained por cupine quills. A scarlet blanket over her shoulders did not entirely conceal her round, white arms or her graceful Her head was bare, but she wore twisted in her rich tresses the single eagle's feather that proclaimed she was a chief's daughter, and unmarried. The contrast betW'een her and the one-eyed hag at her side could not possibly have been greater. One looked to be seventy or eighty years old, while the other could not, at most, have been over eighteen ; one looked the exact personification of the popular idea of a witch, lhe other not unlike the houris o! the Moslem's Paradise. The tall and queenly looking woman who had first stepped out stood for a moment outside of the lodge of Yellow Bear. She glanced up and down the valley, and then she turned to the young girl. "Wanda, the Queen of the Creeks, will now listen to the vision of Dreaming Flower," she said. "Then sh,e will ride up to the hill-top to look for Yellow Bear, her chief and the father of Dreaming Flower." "He is not my father. The Spirit .of Dreams came to me, and told me that the skin of my father was white, like my own. He told me, too, that I have a mother as beautiful as the flowers I love to pluck for my garlands, nd as good as she is beautiful." "The Spirit of Dreams has been speaking lies to the reaming Flower. No father but Yellow Bear can claim a smile from her, nor shall any but Wanda call her daughter." The one-eyed hag muttered something, but neither Wanda the girl understood what she said. The eyes, blue as they were, of the young girl, flashed out a haughty look at the queenly looking woman who stood before her, and she said: "The Great Spirit will not lie. The Dream Spirit is his angel, and he, too, must speak true words with a single tongue. I have heard Yellow Bear say that this is so." "Yellow Bear has said foolish things, and he has dreamed bad dreams. He dreamed that he must go to the land of his enemies--to the hunting-grounds of the Sioux -to steal for himself a new wife. It was a bad dream. I told him he would come back as he went-empty-handed And he will. Were he to bring a strange wife here, the knife of Wanda should drink her blood. But this is not your dream. My ears are open to hear it." The young girl was about to speak, when a warrior, who had been looking away to the southeast, uttered a shrill shout. In an instant every eye in the village was attracted, first toward him, and then to a pillar of white smok which rose suddenly above the hill-tops in that direction In silence they looked for a few seconds, and then i went out of sight. They still looked and waited in si lence, Wanda as quiet as the rest. Then again the white column rose to view. Then i faded away, and a third time it came in sight. Wanda put her hand to her belt, and took out a whis tl made from the tip of an antelope's horn. This she ble with a loud, shrill call, which could be heard far up an down the valley. In a second the warriors were rushing to their lodges to arm themselves, while the guards in charge of the horses drove the herd in where the animals could be occoutered for use. Wanda herself disappeared inside of the large lodge for a few minutes. When she came out she was clad in a short skirt, a hunting jacket of fur, and her legs were cased in leggings, while she carried a gun in her hand and wore a knife and pistol in her belt. When she came forth she cried out to the alreadx sembled warriors: "Yellow Bear has called for help. Wanda will go at the head of the braves who answer his signal." A yell of applause broke from every lip as Wanda spoke, al)d a young brave led a large, cream-colored horse, with mane and tail of jet-black hue, up for her use. It was instantly bridled and saddled. Before she mounted, Wanda turned to the one-eyed hag, and said: "Evil Eye, keep thy one eye wide open! Dreaming Flower dreams too much. She is under thy care while we are gone. Forget it not." The old hag answered in a hoarse, croaking voice: "The Dreaming Flower will not go out of the sight of Evil Eye." Wanda said no more, but springing with an agile bound astride the noble horse which two braves could harn hold, she waved her rifle in the air, and, with a shril cry, dashed away at a &wift gallop to the southeast-the direction in which the smoke signals had been seen. The warriors, in a single column, followed at the sam pace. Dreaming Flower gazed after them for a moment, and then reentered the lodge. The one-eyed hag hobbled in after her, muttering to herself as she went. t An instant later a young brave, who until now had not come into the foreground, came up in front of the lodge. Looking cautiously around, as if to see whether any one was near to notice his actions, he advanced to the shield
THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 3 which hung upon the center-pole an d made three marks upon it with a piece of charcoal. One was the sign of an arrow-head, the next a square, the third the rude resemblance of a tree. Then he uttered a cry like that made by a hawk when, circling in the air, it looks for prey; and instantly hur ried away. He had not been gone a half-minute before Dreaming Flower hurried from the 1odge, glanced around, and looked at the shield. A letter to me from the strange friend, left in the hollow tree, she murmured, as she looked at the marks. Then she brushed them away with the palm of her hand. The next s econd, the c:ine-eye d ha g hobbled out and glared suspiciously at the girl throu g h her one blazing orb. "What did th e Dreaming Flo wer c o me out of the lodge so quickl y for?" a s ke d Evil Eye. Becau s e s h e w ant e d to Dreamin g Flower i s no slave to be told to come and g o b y anoth e r. She is as free as the wind t hat whis pers a mon g the trees. She w ill come an d go a s her will t ells her to." _, Jot w hil e W a n d a and Yellow Bear are away will th e Dre amin g Flo wer go out of the sight of Evil Eye," s aid the h ag. "We will see! cri e d Dreamin g Flower angrily. Sh e blew a s m all whis tle made fr o m the s l e nder bon e of a n ant e lop e's for e l e g The call brought into her pre sence the y oun g warrior who had made the mark on th e shie l d Red Plum e will saddle his horse and mine. Dreaming F l owe r w ant s to ride in the fresh air o f the hillsides," said th e g irl. "Saddle a horse, too, for Evil E ye!" cried the old hag. "Let it be one eyed, and lame like her s elf,"' said Dreaming Flower scornfu lly. Fool s cr eame d the hag. "I will make you weep bitter tear s for tho se words when Wanda returns." "Qt-earning Flo wer lau g hed to see her one e y e blaze w ith furious lig ht. She had g ood cause to hate Evil E y e who 11ad been harsh and cruel to ,her, so far as she had th e power, ever s ince s he could remember. The young warrior hurried off to get the horses. CHAPTER II. CAPTURED AND RECAPT U RED. The fire of an ger shone in the e y es of Dreaming Flower Red Plume returned bringing not only her horse and his own, but another fine animal, noted for spirit and speed for the use of Evil Eye. "Ho !" cried the old woman. "The Dreaming Flow e r secs h ow R e d Plume obeys he r wishes H e knows h i s duty to Wanda too w ell to anger me. Look at the horse he brings! It i s neither one-eyed nor lame. Now Dreamin g Flower may ride, but Evil Eye rides with her." Dreaming F lower did not answer. But her face flushed as Red Plume led the horses up, and her looks told him of her displeasure. "Evil Eye should take her blanket. It will be cold on the hills," said the young warrior. Red Plume is good. He cares for the feelings of th e old," replied the hag. And she went into the lodge to get a blanket. "Why did Red Plume disobey me?" asked Dreaming Flow e r angril y as s oon as the other was gone. "That she mig ht be alone in her ride with Red Plume, who would die to render her services," replied the young Indian "Be still, and watch. You will soon see why Red Plume brought that horse for Evil Eye!" Evil Eye came out, wearing the long robe of scarlet cloth which Wanda had laid aside and Red Plume in stantly assisted her to mount the horse which he had saddled and bridled for her The old hag looked surprised at receiving such attention-something very unusual for an Indian to pay to a woman, e s p e ciall y an old one. When mounted on the r e stive steed she turned to the g irl. Evil Eye is ready," she said. Red Plume can now attend to you." At that instant Red Plum e dext e rou s ly slipped one of th e bro ad pods of the prickl y p e ar, full of thorns ; under th e saddle of the h o r s e w hich Evil Eye rode, and the anim a l feeling th\! keen torture, darted forward at un contr olla ble spe e d. Dreaming Flower saw th e action. As the horse darted awa y with Evil Eye clin g ing to its back, and tu g ging h e lplessly at the bridle, she under s tood the design of Red Plume; and but for th e laughter which overcame her she would have thanked him. She could hardly mount the horse which Red Plume held for her. She was watching the red cloak of Evil Ey e fluttering far down the valley, as the horse rushed madly on. When she was mounted she turned to Red Plume, and said: "It was good in Red Plume to get that old witch out of my way. I hate her ." "Red Plume would die to serve Dreaming Flower. She is as far above him as the moon that walks among the stars, but he can look at her and be happy." "Red Plume is very good but he mu s t b e c a reful and not show that he cares for Dreamin g Flower. Y ello w Bear will kill any one who looks o n h e r w ith eye s of love, as he did the noble w hite c a ptiv e whom h e s p a red s o long that he mi ght teach Dreamin g Flower how to r e ad t he sp eaki n g pape rs a n d t o w r ite, s o that s he could
4 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. read the news to Yellow Bear when he captured the mail bags of the palefaces. Does not Red Plume remember?" "Yes, the paleface prisoner was killed by Yellow Bear in his passion, because the chief found him kneeling at the feet of the beautiful Dreaming Flower." "Yes," said Dreaming Flower, with a sigh. "I was sorry, I felt no love for him But this stranger who writes to me in such beautiful words interests me I might love him." "Why? Dreaming Flower has never seen him. He is a mystery, like the sounds we heard in the forest when the storm is near-by." The y oung Indian spoke eagerly, and seemed to wait an answer with impatience, for he urged his horse up by the side of hers, and looked into her face as they rode on. "The mystery i s to me a delight,'' she said. "He writes, and says he loves me. He tells me that he has see n me when I did not know he was near; that he will never be far from me; that he will watch over me if dan ger should appro ach ; that he will read my wishes, and carry them out when I least expect it. "Three letters, all left in some mysterious way, sig nified in the same strange manner, have reached my hands. "And now I go for the fourth. Had Evil Eye ridden w ith us, I could not have got it. But I know I can t rus t Red Plume. He has been my playfellow ever sin c e I can remember." "He will be true to Dreaming Flower while he lives said th e young Indian "and, thou g h he may dare to l ov e her, he will hide his passion, and not be rash, as w as the paleface who lost his life." "That paleface was your friend, Red Plume?" Y es, he was my friend because I love to s e rve Dream ing F l o wer. But in his hour of doom, Red Plume could not r a i s e a hand or speak a word to save him. The of Yellow B ear is like that of the storm. The lightning comes and kill_s before the voice of warning i s heard. "The paleface died. He left but two friends to mourn h im. One was Dreaming Flower; the other was Red Plume." "True. H a lt h e re, Red Plume, and watch, lest some on e sees me, while I go on and see if there is a speaking pap e r in the hollow tree." They were now on the edge of a thick grove on the hill s ide, and while Red Plume reined in his horse, as she requested, the girl rode on by herself to an old tree, which had been blasted by a thunderbolt years be fore, and now stood, dead and leafless, among its mates. Into a small hollow, as high as she could reach while sitti n g on her horse, she thrust her small white hand, and brou ght out a roll of thin white bark. This she unrolled. It was covered with writing, done in a plain, legible hand, so like that of her paleface teacher that she could read it readily. Not only the writing but the language was like his; and she could have fancied that these letters came from him, had she not seen him perish with her own eyes. He was dead, beyond a doubt; but these letters were almost a transcript of those which he had written to her while he lived. Dreaming Flower sat motionless on her horse, reading the letter, while the young warrior, with a pleased look on his face, watched her. It seemed strange, too, that he, who by his actions and words had professed to love her, should be gratified when he knew that she was reading fervid declarations of love from another Such was the case, however. A smile stole over his face when he saw her kiss the letter and then place it in her bosom. He was about to ride up to join her, when he heard a sudden crashing in the branches and underbrush near by. The next instant he saw the forms of a score or more of mounted, painted warriors breaking through the forest at wild speed, and riding dir e ctly toward her "Fly, fly!" he shouted, as he dashed forward to his own body between her and peril. "Fly! The Sioux! The Sioux!" Armed only with a spear, with not even a shield to guard his breast, the young brave dashed on, whiJe Dreaming Flower, apparently panic-stricken did not even ur g e her horse into action until it was too late; for, as saw the lance of Red Plume broken, and himself made prisoner she found her OVin horse seized by a couple of warriors. A third, evidently a chief, by his dress and arms, rode to her side. "Who is this?" he asked, in the Shoshone tongue, understood by almost all the tribes, and used by them as a common means of communication with one another "She is dressed like the red maidens, but her skin is white and her eyes are blue." "She is your captive Is that not enough? go," said Dreaming Flower sadl y and she pointed to Red Plume, who was held firmly between two strong warriors. "You ask liberty for him, and not for yourself? He is not your brother. Is he your husband?" "No. I am the slave of no man. I ask nothing for 1 myself. I am a woman, and weak. I can die, and that is enough for me." "You are too beautiful to die." The Sioux chief rode a little apart, and with all of his warriors, except four left to guard Dt"eam ing Flower and Red Plume. From time to time, they looked upon her while they
THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 5 talked, but in their looks there was more of respect than any other feeling. After a short while, the young chief-evidently a sub chief, out on some independent expedition-rode back to the side of Dreaming Flower, and said: "I am Young Beaver, one of the minor chiefs of the Sioux. The White Flower and the young Creek brave must go with us, and remain in our hands till we meet Kicking Horse, our great chief. We will not hurt you, but you must go with us." Dreaming Flower bowed her head, and allowed the young chief to take the bridle of her horse in his hand. Red Plume rode next to her, and thus, keeping out of sight of the village, they skirted the hills, and rode eastward, in the very direction which Wanda, with her warriors, had taken. The party was too small to dare to keep in the open valley, where it might be discovered by a larger one, and Young Beaver was evidently a cautious warrior, for he kept to the hill range, though he could not there travel as fast as he would otherwise have done. He was not aware, perhaps, that he had got completely over into the hunting-grounds of the Creeks, or he would not have been so venturesome; for this was in the height of the hunting season, when almost the whole of the nation were on the hunt. He rode on swiftly, until night was close at hand, and then, passing the crest of a ridge, he saw before him a valley, where he could find good camping ground for the night. He halted on the ridge a little while, to scan the valley, and see if it showed any signs of other parties of Indians. Then, observing nothing to alarm him, the young chief dashed swiftly down the hillside, with his men and the two captives, so as to reach the camping-ground before darkness came on. Reaching the valley, which seemed strangely scarce of game, they crossed it at a gallop, and entered a grove of cottonwood trees on the river bank. Young Beaver leaped from his horse, and turned to Dreaming Flower to alight. As he did so, yells from fully a hundred warriors broke upon his ears, and, before he and his braves had a chance to raise a weapon, more than half of their number were stricken down in death, while the rest were made cap tives, bound before they could even try to escape. They had been seen on the ridge, watched as they descended, and then had ridden, as if by some fatality, into the ambush prepared by those who waited for them. CHAPTER III. YELLOW BEAR HAS TF. i: UPPER HAND. The scene changes to a camp at a distance of about ten miles from the spot where Young Beaver and his men were entrapped. It was a camp which had been established by four white men whom the chances of a hunter's life had brought together. Three of them were our old friends, Buffalo Bill, Wild Bill, and Nick Wharton, the most famous scouts and hunters of the Wild West. The fourth was evidently a young "tenderfoot." Buffalo Bill had come upon him, a few days before, face to face with a grizzly bear. He had just fired, and missed, and the grizzly was almost upon him. But for a fatal shot from the unerring rifle of the king of the scouts, his earthly career would have ended there and then. The young man had given his name as Captain Boyd, and said that he had come out from the East to en joy a taste of wild adventure on the Great Plains. Buffalo Bill had taken to the young fellow at first sight; He had admired the plucky way he had stood up to the bear and faced what seemed to be certain death. Therefore he had invited him to join his own party for a time, the invitation being also prompted by the feeling that the young man certainly did not know enough to be trusted to face the perils of the wilderness alone. Boyd was singularly handsome. His figure was short and slight, but he carried himself gallantly and fear lessly. His features were regular, his hair as dark as Cody's own, and his young, fresh face was innocent of beard or mustache. He did not explain definitely what gave him his title of captain, merely saying vaguely that he belonged to a militia regiment in the East. The four men were seated round their camp-fire, about noon on the day that the events described in the pre ceding chapters happened. Buffalo Bill had just cooked some bear steaks, and the men were busy with their meal, eating with the hearty appetite born of a healthy, open air life. "If you want excitement, Boyd, you certainly struck the right place to get it, Cody was saying. "I don't see how, knowing so little how to take care of yourself, you managed to get as far as you did. You must have had the blindest of blind luck." "Yes, I have met with some adventures, but I managed to get through the;n all right. Is this district so par ticularly ?" "Just at present, I should fancy, it is about the most dangerous part of the Great Plains." "Why?" "It is on the edge of the Creek country, and the Creeks are restive just now. They are ruled by a very warlike chief, named Yellow Bear, who has not the slightest particle of love for the whites in his ferocious nature. I have met him before, and there are accounts to be settled between us. "He took prisoner a dear friend of mine named Cecil Dupont, and killed him, after keeping him captive for a
6 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. long time in his village. I have sworn to have his life for that." "How do you expect to achieve your purpose?'' "I don't know," replied the king of the scouts gloomily, "but I hope fortun e will favor That is why I am so near the Creek country now for that purpose, and to keep an eye on the Creeks. The military authorities distrust them very much, and General Custer asked me to keep him informed of their movements, if they showed any disposition to be hostile." "Are the Creeks the only Indians in this part of the country?" asked Boyd. "No. The lodges of the Sioux are not very far away, and their braves often come over here to hunt. There is bad blood between them and the Creeks, for they both complain that the others trespass on their hunting grounds. Kicking Horse the Sioux chief, and Yellow Bear are bitter rivals I would not give much for the life of either of them if he were to fall into the other s hands." "I would like to see something of the life in the Indian villages," observed Boyd. "You had better pray that you won't see it, as I have done, tied to a torture stake said Wild Bill grimly. * * * I While the scouts were eating the meal, they were unaware that they were being watched A single Indian was observing them from the shelter of a thick grove of cottonwood trees, about half-a-mik distant. He was Yellow Bear, who was returning, un succe!sful, from his attempt to steal a wife from the lodges of the Sioux. The great chief of the Creeks was in a vile humor. He had dreamed that in the villa ge of Kicking Horse there was a maiden of marvelous beauty, whom the Great Spirit had destined to be his bride. He had grown tired., of Wanda, his own queen; and he dedded to seek this new wife in the village of his inveterate enemy and rival. In spite of Wanda's natural protests, he had gone, alone, into the Sioux country, to try to carry out this purpose ; but he had met with bad luck. Not only did he fail to find the girl of his dream but he was seen by the Sioux, and forced to flee for his life. A bullet broke his left arm at the elbow, and only the speed of his horse saved him when he was pursued by Kicking Horse and several of his braves. He had ridden out of sight, hidden his trail as well as he could, and now he had come by sheer chance, on the camp of the white men. He watched them closely for some time, taking care to be himself unseen. Then he went cautiously through the grove, to the place near-by where he had picketed his horse, mounted it, and rode away. His purpose was to call his warriors to his help, take the scalps cf the white men tha t nig ht, and then try to have revenge on the Sioux, at whose hands he had fared so badly. Thus it came about that the smoke signals ascended which brought Wanda and his braves to his assistance * * * Buffalo Bill and his companions resolved to stay in their camp until the following day, in order to give their horses a good rest, of which they stood in need. Toward evening, a small party of mounted Indians came in sight, and rode toward the camp, halting just out of rifle-shot. The four whites seized their rifles, and stood on guard ; but the leader of the Indians held his hands above his head, in token of peace, and then rode slowly forward. "They are Sioux," said Buffalo Bill. "There is no quarrel between them and the whites just at present. Still, you never can tell. Most Indians are apt to be treacherous. They will lift a paleface scalp when they get the chance, on the quiet, even though the hatchet is buried. "Ha This fellow riding forward is Kicking Horse himself. I guess it's all r.ight. He's a man of honor, and I know him. Put down your rifles, but don t pnri: them out of reach." The king of the scouts made signs to the chief to ap preach fearlessly, and went forward to meet him. "How !" exclaimed the Indian, a fine specimen of hi-5-race, saluting the scout with his lance "It is my pale face brother, the great chief Long Rifle," he added, using the nickname by which Buffalo Bill' was known to many Indian tribes, as well as by the more common one of "Long Hair." "The very same," said the border king. "But what is the chief of the Sioux doing so near the Creek country, with only a handful of his braves?" "'Kicking Horse might ask L ong Rifle the same ques ti 0 n," retorted the chief, with a grim smile. "Is his scalp so safe if the Creeks catch him?" "I guess not, but I am here because I've an account to settle with Yellow Bear-and I want to catch him." "And so does Kicking Horse," said the Sioux, his eyes blazing. "Yellow Bear is a viper. He tried to crawl into the lodges of the Sioux and take away one of their maidens, but my young men caught him, and chased him away He carried a bullet in him, but he escaped, and we have lost his trail. Have you seen hiw ?" "No, chief. If I had, I reckon he'd carry another bullet in him "Long Rifle shoots far and straight It is well for Yellow Bear that he did not come in range. But-hr shall not esca pe the tomahawk of the Sioux." "What are you going to do now. chief? You can hardl y hope to pick up the trail before dark. You
THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 17 cannot trail Yellow Bear to-night, and he will be back in his village before morning." "It is true," said the chief gloomily. "We will camp for the night. In the morning, I will return to my vil lage, gather my braves together, and attack the village of the Creeks." "I'd like to see the fight, Kicking Horse. Maybe I will. I'd rather shoot Yellow Bear myself, than let you take his scalp." "Kicking Horse would like to capture him, and tie him to the torture stake." After uttering this vindictive wish, the chief advanced with Buffalo Bill to his camp, and greeted Wild Bill and Nick Wharton, who had both visited his village on a former occasion, and whom he had known both in and war. He looked with surprise at Boyd's slight figure. "Wah!" he said, turning to Buffalo Bill. "Why do you bring a weak boy with you? This is no place for him. He should be at home, in the paleface settle ments." "He is not a boy," said Buffalo Bill. "He is a chief among my people-a captain of soldiers. He knows little ._Ef the plains, but he is a brave man." Then he told the Sioux how gallantly Boyd had stood up to the grizzly when he saved his life, after which Kicking Horse looked at the young man with more respect. He asked Buffalo Bill whether he had any objection to the Sioux camping near him, as the ground was suitable. The scout had none, for he trusted the chief fully. Their mutual hatred of Yellow Bear was in itself a bond be tween them. The Sioux went into camp, and the scouts presented them with a liberal supply of meat for their evening meal, for they had been fortunate in their hunting. Kicking Horse ate supper with the white men, and 1 stayed with them until late, talking over old times when they had met. both as enemies, during the Sioux risings, and as friends, on hunting expeditions. Finally he went to his own camp; and both parties were soon asleep, save for the sentinels. The whites kept guard by turns, and Boyd's spell was the last. This was unfortunate, for he had not learned how to keep a good watch, or the imperative necessity of doing so in such a country. He saw nothing of the dusky forms that, headed by Yellow Bear, crept from the grove of cottonwoods, where they had left their horses picketed. Just before dawn, the attack was delivered. The Sioux camp was first rushed. The sentinel there was on the alert. He fired, and killed one of the Creeks, but next moment the tomahawk of Yellow Bear dashed out his brains. he rest of the Sioux sprang to their feet almost in stantly, and seized their weapons, but, after a few mo' ments' hand-to-hand fighting, they were shot or cut down. Onlf one of them, Kicking Horse himself, was made a prisoner, being stunned by a blow with the butt of a gun. The first shot awakened Cody and his two cqmrades. They seized their rifles, but, as the Creeks came n;shing toward them, they saw they were hopelessly There was nothing for it but flight. After firing once, they raced for their horsc:;s, which were close by. Buffalo Bill had mounted in the saddle, severing the heel-rope with one quick slash of his hunting-knife, and Wild Bill and Nick Wharton had already ridden off, when the border king looked round for Boyd. The young man had tripped while running, and was struggling in the hands of se,veral Creeks. Cody was about to go to his rescue, but Boyd shouted: "Save yourself! Then save me!" Cody instantly saw that this was the best courseindeed, the only course that offered Boyd any hope of life; so, with an encouraging yell, he galloped off after his friends. Bullet after bullet whistled past him, but he was un touched. None of the Creeks were mounted, so they could not pursue. They had to get their horses from the cotton wood grove, and, by the time they had done so, the scouts were lost in the darkness, and could not be trailed until morning dawned. Yellow Bear was enraged at their escape, for he had set his heart on making the famous Long Rifle a prisoner. But he was consoled, in some measure, by the capture of Kicking Horse and by the Sioux scalps his warriors had taken. On Boyd he looked with contempt at first, until Kick ing Horse informed him that the young man was a chief of the paleface soldiers. At dawn, he sent some of his braves off on the trail of tbe scouts. In the meantime, th'e latter had halted, when they had ridden some distance. "Wild Bill, you ride toFort Lamed, and bring troopers to punish the Creeks. Nick, you go to Fort Hazen," said Cody. "And you ?" "I will go back and watch the Creeks. They will not harm young Boyd to-night. They will keep him for the torture stake when they return to their village. I will hang rond the camp they establish all day. I can snatch some sleep early in the night, and then see v.:hat I can manage to do just before dawn-the time their sentinels will not be so much on the alert." After some discussion, all the scouts agreed to this plan.
8 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. They were resolved that they would not leave Boyd to his fate, under any circumstances, for they had a great liking for the gallant young man, and, in any case, they would never have deserted a comrade. Wharton and Hickok rode off in the direction of the respective at which they could find a force of troopers ever ready to take to the saddle. They realized that it was not only necessary to rescue Boyd but also to teach the Creeks a lesson that would prevent them from interfering with white people in the future. Cody rode back by a circuitous route, and in the <:ourse of the following day came in sig ht of the camp of Yellow Bear's warriors He watched i t himself un seen, and at night took up a position hi g h e r up the river near which it was pitched. While scouting during the day, he discovered, through his field-glasses, that Kicking Horse was also a captive and det e rmined to do his best to save him After darkness fell, he lay down to sleep for awhile withi;his horse for a pillow. He knew that it would be of no use to attempt a rescue until late at night or early in the morning, when the camp would be still, save for the few sentinels. As he possessed the rare faculty of being able always to awake at the exact hour he det e rmined before lying down, he did not fear to sleep. He knew that he would be ready for action the moment that action promised a chance of success. Meanwhile, we must return to Dreaming Flower, and see what is happening to her. CHAPTER IV. DREAMING FLOWER'S MYSTERIOUS LETTER. It was not until her late captors were defeated and most of tbem stricken down, that Dreamin g Flow e r knew who it was that had ambuscaded and attacked th e m or realized whether she was only changing from one captor to another, or was once more free. For it was twilight and one Indian yells so like an other that she could not tell what tribe had made the sudden and unexpected attack. But now she found that it was Wanda herself who headed this party and who had remained there to re s t while only her best-mounted warriors had g one on with Yellow Bear, who had met her in this valley, to attack the whites. Wanda, when fires were lighted, looked an g rily at Dreaming Flower and asked how it was that she had been captured with only Red Plume in h e r company. Dreaming Flower, ever fearful of the wrath of this fierce woman, for more than once had she beaten her cruelly, answered that she had rid den a little way fr o m the village a nd was in si g ht of it when these Sioux rode suddenly up, and surrounded her. Red Plume had made a brave resistance she added but was overpowered. "Where was Evil Eye? asked Wanda. "I bade her on no account to lose sight of you." "She rode with us but she would have a high-spirited horse and it ran away with her, said Dreaming Flower, who could hardly restrain her mirth as she remembered the way the old hag went out of sight, with the red robe streaming behind her. "She was a fool If her neck is broken, it will be small loss!" said Wanda an g rily. "Who are these?" she add e d as she looked at the pri s oner s "Sioux belonging to the tribe of Kicking Horse," was the answer. "Go od. Y ell ow B ear will k now what to do with them when he returns. He came to me empt y -hand ed, as I said he would and with an arm broken. He now seeks revenge on some whites, whose camp he saw. But he will have no success I frowned when he w ent. He will come back a g ain empty-handed but I will give h_im these prisoners for the torture stake. Wanda now ordered all the camp-fires lighted and, while her warriors cooked and ate their meat, her supper was ser v ed. Then, with a huge tree at her back sh e sat and g aled into the fire while, near h e r, Dreamin g Flower r e clined on the soft g r ass, thinking of the m y sterious stran g er who had writt e n t o h e r four tim es, as kin g h e rself i f he would indee d b e n ear h e r as h e had said he would i n his letters, when she wa s in trouble. Red Plume stood with his e yes apparently fix ed upon the moon now up in the clear sky, though at times he dropped a furtive glance upon the lovel y face and form of Dreaming FlowerJ as the firelight fell in soft splendor upon it. At last, Wanda closed her eyes, and her heavy breath ing told that she slept. Now Dre amin g Flower to o k from her bosom the roll of bark which she had taken from the hollow tree, and, with a ple ased look she r e ad it over and over. Suddenly she started and a cr y n e arly brok e from her lips, for another roll, almost like the first, dropped dir..ectlY in her lap. Dreamin g Flower looked eagerly all around her, up into the trees, and in every direction, but she could see no stranger. She unrolled the bark and in the same characters, but evidently written in haste and apparently with a piec e of charcoal, were these words: "He who loves Dreaming Flower is near her now. She may sleep in peace for he w ill watch o ver her safety. The win ged an gel of dreams will hover about her, and 1 give her bright visions." .._ "Near me now ,'1 she murmured. "Where can he be? And who? In what shape can I see him? Oh, how
THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 9 strange this mystery I A spirit cannot write and leave these tangible signs of presence. Oh, that I might see him!" A sigh, full and tremulous, reached her ears. From where, she knew not. But she knew she heard it. She looked up into the shadowy trees, she looked on the sleeping forms about her, at Red Plume, standing in the distance, silent and inmmovable 3.s a statue. It could not be he. He could not write, or use the beautiful lan guage found in her letters. Vv'ho could it be? Where was he now? Why could she not, even for an instant, look upon him? All these questions rose in her mind, but no answer came. "I will try to sleep. Maybe the blessed Angel of Dreams will help me," she murmured; "and I will ask the Spirit to show him to me, so that I may remember him if he comes before my waking eyes." The lovely girl pressed the missive last received to her red, pouting lips, and then placed it with the other in her bosom. Then she lay down on a blanket which Red Plume -.hag spread-for her after the camp-fires were lighted, and soon she slept. Before day dawned, Wanda, the Creek queen, had her warriors astir, for the distant sound of guns had reached her ears, and she knew that Yellow Bear had met enemies, for the firing had heed sharp and continuous. At the first gleam of light sufficient to show a trail, she moved on at the head of her band, bidding Red Plume attend Dreaming Flower, who rode farther back in the line. A special guard was placed over the Sioux prisoners, whom Wanda designed as a pleasant surprise for Yellow Bear. I "Did Dreaming Flower see the blessed Spirit of Dreams last night?" asked Red Plume, in a low tone, as they rode along. "Yes !" said the lovely girl. .rs. "It is right that Red Plume should hear what the Dream Spirit told her?" "The Dream Spirit came to me in a new shape. He was a young paleface, with dark eyes and l o ng flowing hair, as black as night itself. He held a roll of white bark in his hand, and on it was written : 'I love Dreaming Flower, the white rose of the prairie!' "A paleface? Is Dreaming Flower sure that his face was white?" asked Red Plume, with a sad, disappointed look. "Yes. He was young and beautiful to look upon, and his voice. wa-; low and sweet, like that of the ring-dove." "The Dream Spirit is a liar," murmured the young brave, in a tone too low for her to understand what he said. But she saw that his face looked dark and troubled, and she said : "Is not Red Plume, the good friend of Dreaming Flower, well?" "Yes. But a cloud is on his spirit. He, too, has had a dream." "Will not Red Plume tell his dream to Dreaming Flower?" The young warrior was about to reply, when there was a sudden commotion in the line, and Wanda put the whole column forward at its greatest speed. The other band, under Yellow Bear, was seen scattered over the plains, as if in flight, and the daring queen, thinking that the chief had been attacked by superior numbers, and perhaps defeated, hurried on to his assist ance. Amid all this excitement, Red Plume and Dreaming Flower had no further chance to speak, and for miles they sped on in the swift column without exchanging a word or look. Then Wanda met Yellow Bear, who had remained with a chosen band of warriors while the rest of his braves had dashed away in pursuit of the scouts. Yellow Bear had his two prisoners with him. When Wanda rode up and met her chief, she looked with some contempt at Kicking Horse and Captain Boyd, and asked: "Are these all the prisoners you took?" "All admitted the chief. "There was a fight, and my braves have some scalps in their belts. Yellow Bear hopes that three more prisoners-palefaces-will be taken. His braves are now chasing them. But these two are well worth taking. This is Kicking Horse, the great chief of the Sioux; the other is a chief among the pale faces." Suddenly a cry burst from the lips of Dreaming Flower, who rode up at this moment. "Who is this?" she gasped, pointing to Captain Boyd. "A paleface doomed to the torture stake," replied Yellow Bear sternly "No, no! He must not die! He is the Dream Angel whom, I saw last night," she cried. Had she seen the black, bitter look of hatrnd which Red Plume cast upon Boyd when she said this, the girl would have trembled. "Dreaming Flower is a child. She dreams too much. Why is she not at hom e in the lodge of Yellow Bear?" demanded the Creek chief. "She and Red Plume were captured in sight of your lodge by the Sioux. Wanda rescued them and she holds six Sioux captives as a present for her chief," said the Amazonian chieftainess. At a signal from her, the prisoners were brought before Yellow Bear.
"" IJ THE B UFFALO B ILL STORIES. Kickin g Horse recognized Young Beaver, and asked him why he l1ad all o wed a wom a n to b e c om e his captor. "Because Youn g Beaver wa s blind and fell into a trap," said th e y o un g chief bitterly : "The Great Spirit has willed that he should die with his chief." "The will o f th e Great Spirit shall be done, and it is not for us to weep ov e r it," said Kicking Ho, rse calmly. "We can teach the Creeks how Sioux warri o rs can die." Yello w Bear now ordered th e column to move west, 'to a camping -g r o und in sight, he w o uld wait for hi s warrior s w ho were out in purs u i t of the fugitives to come in. Seeing that Dreaming Flower l o oked w ith strange ,long ing on the face of the y oung captain, whom she per sis te d in calling the Dream An ge l he b ad e Wanda keep her close under her own e ye a nd apart from all but the youn g who had Icin g b e en set apart to wait upon and serve her-Red Plume. At noon, the entire party was encamped on the banks of th e r;iver and Yellow Bear wait e d for his scattered w arriors to rall y s e nding up smoke after smoke, to where he was, and to hurry their movements Kicking Horse looked grimly on as these smoke col umns ascended, for he knew th a t they would act as signals to rally his warriors to his help also. CHAPTER V. AN ESCAPE FROM THE CREEKS. Buffalo Bill did n o t find it as e asy t o g o to sleep that n i g ht a s he had c o nfid e ntly t o ld N ick W ha rton and Wild Bill he w oul d Tire d as he was, he la y for a l ong time, w ith his head restin g up o n hi s h o r s e wond e rin g wh e th e r his tw o friends would s ucc eed in r e achin g the forts for w hich they s e t out. He knew how n e cessary it was to punish th e Creeks as quickly as possibl e for their attack. Otherwise, a Indian war might break out. At last he fell asleep He was awakened-he could not tell at what h o ur, for the face of the moon was obscured by clouds-by the uneas y moti o ns of his horse. The animal, as its master P artially i;aised up, showed by twitching its ears that it \ heard su s picious sounds. Buffalo Bill felt confident that th e danger, whatever it might be, was very n ear; for soon the animal did not make the slightest motiCi, but lay still, with its ears pointed forward. The king of the scouts reached carefully for his re peating rifle, and felt for his belt, to be sure that his knife and revolvers were in their place. For a few moments, all was as still as if no living t hing was near. Then Buffalo Bill heard sound ,s-very light b u t plain a n d distinct to his acute ears It was the tread of hurilan beings--the sounds of one or m o re p ers ons comin g up to h f m in the grass and amo n g the t an g l e d p atch e s of s a ge -bru s h. N eitl,ier h o r s e n o r man m o ved, for B uff alo Bill thought that the India n s w ere thu s scoutin g t h e hill s on foo t to find him and his two comrad es. If they heard no sound, l y in g so low as he did, they might possibly pass him and his horse unnoticed. Nearer and nearer, walking with excessive caution, the scout heard th e m come And it seemed as if they could scent him for they were coming directly up o n him He cocked his rifle for he believ e d he would have to use it "Hark!" said some one in good English "That was a stran g e n o i s e." "A stick broke s a id another voice, low and softplainly the voice of a woman. Whoever it was they remained silent, evidently listen ing for a minute or more. It seemed a long time to Buffalo Bill, for his nerves were all in tension ri.ow. The n they mov e d on, and in another moment would have bee n fairly upon him, when the scout, irt a low, stern voice, asked : "vVho comes there?" There wa s a second of silence, and then, in a vo i ce which Buffalo Bill recognized as that of Captain Boyd, came the answer : "A friend to any one not leagued with these cursed sava g es "Ah, it is you, Captain Bo y d? said Buffalo Bill, in his natural voice. "I am more pl e ased than I can say to s e e that y o u have got away from the redskins Who i s with yo u ? "An angel, I b e lie ve. Anyway, she has been a saving an g el to me. She cut th e th o ngs that bound me, about two hours ago, and led me o ut fr o m the Cre ek camp wh e re they meant to roa s t me ali ve. She is white and beautiful, though Yellow Bear claims her as his dau g hter." "I have heard o f a beautiful white g irl among the C reeks, known as Dreaming Fl o w e r said Buffalo Bill. Sh e is suppos e d to have b ee n st o l e n from one o f settlem e nt s when sh e was youn g and raised by them "I am Drea ming Flow e r ," s ai d th e soft v o ice of the y oung girl, who n o w approached the spot where Buffalo Bill stood, he and his hor s e having both risen. "Well I am d elig hted you are out of bad hands and in such good company, Captain B oyd," said the king of the scouts. "But there 'll be a fuss down there when they know you have got away." Buffalo Bill point e d toyv ard the fir e s in th e Creek camp, which were in plain view when he spoke. "Hark! They know it now said the g irl anxiou s l y "We mu s t n o t s top. Yellow B ea r will hunt us as the gray w o lf hunts th e wound e d be a r. Fierce yell s could be h eard far down the valley.
THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. I I "What pains have you taken to conceal your trail?" asked Buffalo Bill earnestly. "None. We came right along, as quietly and as quickly as we could," said Boyd. "Then, when daylight comes, they will follow you easily. We have a few hours to get a start in, and we must play cunning. Both of you walk up that brook three or four hundred yards. Then enter the stream, and come down a little way in the water; then get out on the other side, and walk down to where I am." Captain Boyd and Dreaming Flower obeyed without hesitation, and, when t!1ey were once more by the side of Buffalo Bill, they had traversed nearly a quarter of a mile in distance. "Now follow me' exactly in line, one behind the other, and be careful not to touch a thing on the shore, or to let a step be made ou:t of the water after you enter it," said the scout. Leading his horse, they started toward the plains. en/"' the water, with the head of the animal looking down-stream to where the brook widened on a rocky shelf, and then turned up the stream. Now, himself going ahead of the horse, and followed by Boyd and Flower, the crafty scout went directly up the brook in the swift current, which would wash out every track as fast as it was made. Meantime, whenever they paused, they could hear the noise made by the excited Creeks who were searching far below. Therefore their halts were few and of brief duration. As they ascended the stream, the gorge throu&"h which it came narrowed down, and the banks rose High and dark on either side, so that it became very difficult to proceed. At last, just as the glimmer of the coming day began to show in the sky, they were stopped entirely. A water fall which the horse could not pass tumbled down from a lofty ledge. The banks on either hand were also precipitous. "It seems to me as if we are in a trap," said Captain B6yd. "We are, if our trail is discovered," agreed Buffalo Bill. But we are in a splendid place for defense. We must wait a little in patience now, and see how things look by daylight." "We shall not have to wait long," said Boyd. In a short time, there was sufficient light for the scout to see, on his right, a great chasm in the cliff. The water of some high flood had swept out huge portions of rock and dirt, leaving room enough for fifty or sixty men to sit at on a dry, rocky floor. "We have a good resting-place in there," said Buffalo Bill. "There is plenty of room for all of us, and we shall be out of sight from the banks above. A better hiding-place could not be wished for." He at once led his horse into this great hall, and, tearing some grass by the roots from the water's edge, he threw it down for the animal to eat. He now had time to take his first good look at Dream ing Flower. "Well, by thunder, you are beautiful !" he exclaimed, the frank compliment being literally wrung from him by her lovely face and figure. The girl was not at all abashed by his words, owing to her Indian training. "Ah, if the Dream Spirit will but think so!" she mur mured, looking at Captain Boyd. "What does she mean by the Dream Spirit?" asked Buffalo Bill. "That appears to be the name she has given me," said Captain Boyd, and he blushed more deeply than Dreaming Flower herself would ever have dreamed of doing. "You are he who came to me in my dreams-he who whispered the sweet words 'I love you' in my ear-he to whom I pave given all my heart and soul!" cried the girl passionately. "You are he whom I have led away from death, that you may be mine forever!" And the lovely creature threw her round, white arms around the captain's neck. He seeemed as much embarrassed as a schoolboy getting hugged before all the school, but Dreaming Flower did not notice it, or, if she did, she did not mind. Her head was bowed upon his breast. "A clear case of love at first sight," murmured Buffalo Bill. "It was useful for Boyd, for it got him out of a pretty tight place. "If you and Dreaming Flower will remain here quietly, and look out for the horse," he added to Captain Boyd, "I will go up above, and reconnoiter. I see a place where I can climb the cliff, and then I will take to a tree, and try to find out whether we are followed." "All right-we will wait and watch/' said the young captain. "I will leave you my rifle. It would only be in my way in climbing. I'll keep my knife and pistols." "I'll take care of the gun, and se it, if necessary," said Boyd. "But don't expose yourself unnecessarily, Cody." "I'm not in the habit of doing that," replied the scout. He patted his horse on the neck, and said: "Stay here, old l),oy, and feed till I come back." The intelligent animal, thoroughly trained by his master, looked up, as if it understood him, and went on feeding when he turned away. CHAPTER VI. BUFFALO BILL'S LOOKOUT. Having left a good supply of grass for his horse, Buffalo Bill again cautioned Boyd to remain quiet in his hiding-place. There was no need to warn poor Dream-
12 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. ing Flower, for she was bound, in her infatuation, to remain whe,re her Dream Spirit was. She would have had to be torn away from him by force. The scout went into and down the stream for a short distance, until he reached a place where, aided by out bent trees and shrubs1 he could clambe r to the top of the cliff. Once there, he hurried forward to a point from which he could look down on the plains and into the valley. He saw, as far as his eye could reach, scattered parties of Indians, apparently in search of the fugitives. Some of these were well up toward the hills, but they had not reached the right trail-that much was evident. What seemed singular to him was that there seemed to be a great accession in the number of the redskins, as if all the Creeks in the whole nation were coming to answer the signals of Yellow Bear. But suddenly he saw how this was to be accounted for. He saw that the scattered parties in the east were riding westward with great rapidity; he saw, by wreaths of smoke here and there in the distance, that the Sioux also were gathering to attack the Creeks, and try to rescue their chief. All the Indians in sight were not Creeks. Yell ow Bear's smoke had done a double work. For a moment, he wished that he could be cl'own where he could see, and perhaps join in, the approaching fight; but, on second thoughts, he muttered: "It is only dog eat dog .. Let them fight it out." With his glass, he swept the eastern horizon, hoping to see some sign of the troops which Nick Wharton or Wild Bill might have succeeded in bringing up, though he knew in his heart that it was too soon to expect them. He kept at his post for some time, and then, feeling as if he could relish a square meal, he made up his mind to have it. Game was in sight at a dozen points in the vicinity, and he did not think any Indians were near enough to hear a revolver-shot, especially as war parties of Creeks and Sioux already seemed to be fighting in squads below. So he descended from a peak of rocks which he had used as a lookout, aqd crept down, against the wind, into a ravine where he had seen a herd of elk feeding. The animals were still there, and,' with such skill as only the practised hunter possesses, Buffalo Bill crept from rock to rock, until he was within short pistol-shot of the nearest-a fat yearling. ,1 To raise his revolver, fire, and send a death-shot through the heart of the animal was the work of a moment only. The revolver made but little noise, and the herd hardly noticed the fall of the animal, until the hunter approached to secure the meat. Then they trotted off at an easy gait, which showed that they had not been much troubled by hunters. Buffalo Bill, having cut off from the choicest parts of the animal as much meat as he could easily carry, re turned toward the hiding-place where his horse and Boyd kept company with Dreaming Flower Near the edge of the cliff, Buffalo B ill gathered a bundle of dry sticks, with whiyh to make a fire, a n d then he descended to the cave He found Boyd and preaming Flowe r seated i n earnes t conversation, for Boyd was trying to inte r est the girl by describing to her the ways and customs of civilized people in the great world of which she knew nothing; the ways of people of her own color, of which slte had only heard through the captive whom Yellow Bear had slain. Dreaming Flower was not speaking, but, with her great, earnest eyes gazing into the face of the young cap tain, she was listening to voice, as if it were music to her soul. "All comfortable here?" asked the scout, as he entered the cave, and threw down the bundle of wood Then he unfastened the meat a rawhide. thong which held it behind his back. "Yes, thank you. Have you any news from our anxious friends in the valley?" replied Boyd. __..... "Nothing that can ser ve us just now They seem pretty busy. I'll fake another look at them by and by. At present, if your appetites equal mine, I have something better to do I propose to have some breakfast." The border king commenced his preparations by kin dling a fire on the rock floor of their temporary dwelling in a corner, out of the way, where there was also a draft for the little smoke he made. "Dreaming Flower knows how to cook. She will pre pare the meal," said the girl, as Buffalo Bill started the fuel into a blaze. "Thank you, my good girl," said the scout kindly. "If you had rather do it than not, you may; though I am rather handy about the fire myself." Dreaming Flower took the forked sticks which the hunter had thoughtfully provided, and soon had the meat in position. Then, while Buffalo Bill was Captain Boyd his belief that the Sioux had come into contact with the Creeks below, she stood and listened. Reared from her infartcy in the lodge of a great war-chief, used to hearing stories of battles, she felt a far greater interest in the story that there was a battle going on in valley than would one of her race, r aised as they usually are Thus she stood listening, when the sound of a stone dropping from the ledge at the mouth of the cave drew her quick eye in that direction. At the same instant, hearing the same sound, Buffalo Bill looked ip the same direction. His hand flew to his pistol-belt, for there stood an armed Indian warrior, almost within a spear's length.
THE BT_'FFALO BILL STORIES. 13 CHAPTER VII. YELLOW BEAR'S RAGE. When it was discovered by the Creeks that the young paleface prisoner had escaped, though he had lain, bound hand anCt foot, close to the shelter of branches made for Yell ow Bear and his family, there was tremendous ex citement throughout the camp. The alarm was given loudly, and parties of braves were sent in every direction The discovery was made by the sentinel who had been directed to patrol the camp, which was also guarded by mounted braves who, acting as videttes, rode in a large circle, outside the grazing ground of the stock. He had seen the two chief prisoners, Kicking Horse and the young paleface, lying side by side, asleep, and he had gone down to the river to get a drink. He returned. The paleface still lay there, as he thought, he had drawn his blanket over his lfead perhaps to shield it from the mosquitoes. He passed on from point to point in his beat, and re passed the place where the prisoners lay several times. The eyes of Kicking Horse were wide open, but he said and the sentinel had no idea that the paleface was gone. When he again came back, Kicking Horse had rolled over on his face1 and he now lay very close to the other. Thinking there might be some collusion between the t wo, the sentinel lifted the blanket which he supposed covered the body of the paleface prisoner. That body was gone. The yell of surprise that broke from the sentinel's lips was the first note of alarm. Soon that alarm spread on every hand. Yellow Bear, excited to frenzy by the escape of one whom he had intended to torture,. drove h!s hatchet into the brain of the luckless sentinel, without waiting to ask how the escape occurred A moment later, the voice of a young brave was heard shouting: .-''Dreaming Flower slept near Wanda, the queen. She is not there now Where has she gone?" It was Red Plume who spoke. Then he remembered the fair girl had said that the paleface should not die -that he was the bright spirit of her dreams ; and, in an instant, he comprehended how the bonds of the paleface had been severed, how he had been so cunningly takelf out under the eye of the sentinel. "Dreaming Flower? Cannot she be found?" shouted Yellow Bear. Warriors called her name on every side, but tpere was no answer. "She has gone with the paleface," said Wanda bitterly. "She has turned on the hand that fed her. Like all of her bad blood, she has been a she-wolf, to steal awa,Y. from those who raised her When they are taken, let her burn by his side!" Yellow Bear did not speak. He bowed his head in grief. He had loved the girl as if she were his own child. He had ever called her so. "Let not a brave rest till she is found," he said; "but let not a hair of her head be harmed. Yellow Bear has spoken." "Yellow Bear is growing old," said Wanda bitterly. "Old and foolish He lets his heart speak before his head takes thought. He is a child." The chief did not speak, but he stood and gazed at Kicking Horse, who sat upon the ground, and looked at him "The Sioux saw the young paleface go off?" said Yellow Bear. Kicking Horse nodded assent. "Did he g-0 alone?" asked Yellow Bear. Kicking Horse made no answer. The Creek chief again asked the question. "How or when he went is his business," said Kicking Horse firmly "I have no tales to tell. Yellow Bear must look to his guards, and not to Kicking Horse, for the story." Yellow Bear, for an instant, placed his hand on his hatchet, and he felt like ending the days of the chief then and there. Had he done so, he would not have had the joy of seeing him tortured, so he turned away, and asked for Red Plume No one could tell where he was now. He had gone with the rest, to look for Dreaming Flower and the fugitive pleface. Wanda, .in her bitterness, said : "All this has come because Yell ow Bear was not con tent with his own squaw, but must listen to dreams, like a fool. It has all come through his going abroad to seek for another wife." "Woman Yell ow Bear will not let' even you call him a fool," said the chief angrily. "You will eat your words, or lose your tongue." "May not a woman speak the truth?'.' asked the haughty squaw. "Wanda has spoken a lie. The Great Spirit comes and whispers in dreams, and he is not a fool who opens his ear to them. That was what I did when I went abroad to seek for a wife among the Sioux. Lie down, and be still. Yell ow Bear does not want to quarrel with Wanda. He does not want to forget that she is his wife." "He did-or he would not be here," said Wanda, who was bound, womanlike, to have the last word. Yellow Bear made no reply, but turned away, to see in person to the security of Young Beaver and the other captives. Having found them safe, he came back to his own camp-fire, folded his blanket around him, and sat down.
14 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. Thus he remained until day dawned, when he sent all his braves, except a guard of a score or less, to seek far and near for the fugitives. If the trail was found, it was to be followed until they were captured, but especial care was to be taken to secure and bring them both back uninjured. The chief loved Dreaming Flower with an affection rare in an Indian, even for his own flesh and blood. If she was found, he could not be persuaded to injure her. But woe betide the paleface CHAPTER VIII. THE DEATH OF YELLOW BEAR. When Buffalo Bill saw the dark face of that red warrior in the mouth of the cave, he believed him to be only the leader of a band, for he had no thought one would dare to face two armed men, and he raised his pistol, to end his career. But, with the speed Of thought, Dreaming Flower caught his arm. "Do not fire!" she cried. "It is Red Plume, my friend and brother !" "Let him shoot Red Plume does not want to live any longer," said the young Indian, coming forward and throwing bow and spear on the ground. "He has followed Dreaming Flower, to see her with the people she has chosen as her friends-the people of her own color and to ask if she is here of her own free choice." "Dreaming Flower is here because she wanted to come. She could not see the paleface brave, the beautiful Dream Spirit, die at the torture post to which Yellow Bear had sworn to bind him." Dreaming Flower pointed to Captain Boyd as she spoke. Red Plume looked also at the young paleface, and then, turning to Dreaming Flower, asked in a low, earnest tone: "Has Dreaming Flower given her heart to this pale face, whom she calls the Dream Spirit?" "Yes-I love him He is my life !" she said passion ately. -"Then it is time for Red Plume to die!" said the young warrior, and he drew his knife from its scabbard, and raised it, with the evident intention of plunging it into his Captan Boyd caught his arm, and snatched away the weapon. "Red Plume," said he, "you love Dreaming Flower. I will not-I cannot-stand in your way. Come and listen to a word from me that may make your mind easy." "The mind of Red Plume will be easy when he sleeps his last sleep," said the Indian sullenly. But Captain Boyd drew him aside, and whispered some words in the ear of the Indian, which seem e d to have a strange effect up o n him. He drew back, looked earnestly in the face of the young captain, and then, actually laughing a strange thing for an Indian to do--he took both of the captain's hands in his, and said : "Paleface brother, we will be good friends. Red Plume will no longer grieve because Dreaming Flower loves you." Buffalo Bill and Dreaming Flower were astonished at this sudden change, and the scout rather doubted its honesty; but it was better than he expected. "Will Red Plume now say if he carpe alone, or are there others of his tribe on our trail?" asked Buffalo Bill. "Red Plume came alone. No eye but his found the trail of Dreaming Flower and the palefaces. He would let no one see where he went when he found it, for he la y down, and crawled like a snake. Now Red Plume will stay with Dreaming Flower and her friends, and hel p them. He does not want to go back to Yellow B e ar. The great chief is mad, and he will kill Red Plume if he sees him." "Is Kicking Horse yet asked Buffalo Bill. -"He is bound with many thongs. He will be watched till the death song is sung." "It must not be sung for him," said the scout. "I have promised myself that I will save him and I must. The word of Long Rifle has never been broken to white ma n or red, or even to himself." "What is the Indian's life to you? asked Captain Boyd impatiently. "As a mere life-nothing; but as a pledged saf e guard of my word-everything." "How can we get away, let alone helping him?" asked Boyd. "I don't know but I g uess all will come right. I've been in some bad scrapes before, but I got through all safe in the end said Buffalo Bill quietly. "When night comes, I will scout down toward the camp. I may see some way to get the old chief out of the his enemies." "Red Plume will go and help you said the Indian. "What! And leave the Dreaming Flower here with the handsome paleface?" a s ked Buffalo Bill, much sur prised at this offer of service. "Yes. Red Plume knows that Dreaming Flower is safe. He is no longer a fool. He will not be afraid of the Dream Spirit." Dreaming Flower smiled with pleasure, and said : "Now Red Plume is wise. He shall be my brother as he has always been; and the beautiful Dream Spirit shall be my husband." Again Red Plume laughed. And this time Captain Boyd laughed also. Buffalo Bill did the same, for he \
,,.. \ THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 15 began to guess the truth. As for Dreaming Flowet, she looked at them in amazement, wondering what they all found to laugh at. "We will go out of the wilderness," she went on, "into the great world that he has told me of where there are wigwams as high as mountains, and villages in which one will tire out with walking, and yet never leave their bounds. We will see all that is beautiful, and, if that world is better than this, we will stay there. If not, we will come back, and live here until the Great Master of Life calls us." "What a lovely dreamer she is !" said Boyd, in a low "We may as well think of something more substantial than dreams," chimed in Buffalo Bill. "The elk steaks are rather overdone now, and I am hungry This remark was appreciated by all the party, and they at once feJI to, and ate heartily. .-. As soon as Buffalo Bill's hunger was satis fied, he rose to his feet, for he wanted to see what was going on in the camp of the Creeks. So, telling Red Plume to re main with Dreaming Flower and Boyd while he went ;.. : 1!LJ o scout he left the cave, and again clambered up the precipice, and went to his lookout. He had brought his rifle this for he intended, if it could be done with any degree of safety, to get near enough to see where Kicking Horse was kept, and, if possible, take the range so as to attempt his release in the night When he got to his lookout, the scout adjusted his field glasses, and commenced his observations. "The Sioux certainly are on the war-path !" was his first exclamation. "But they are fighting the Creeks in squads. It does not seem to be a g eneral battle. Yellow Bear can have precious few men left in his camp. Likely enough, a Sioux party will find it, and settle his hash for him, and release his prisoners. "Ah! One of the Creeks is leaving in a hurry. A to rally the rest of the tribe, I reckon. I'll spoil t is game if he comes inside of a half-mile range." This last remark was made when Buffalo Bill saw a single Indian, mounted on a powerful horse, dash away from the camp, and ride off to the northwest on a course which would bring him almost within rifle-shot of the scout. The latter at once left his position and, taking the back of a ravine for cover in his route, ran with hQt haste to reach a point which might possibly bring him within rifle-shot. did not get another sight of the brave until he had reached an abrupt point of rocks where a gorge through the mountain left a path easy to travel. Most men would have thought that he was well out of range, but' Buffalo Bill had an exceptionally good and lon g rifle, and he depended upon it now for one of the longest shots he had ever made in his life. He drew back behind a stunted cedar-tree, and, for once in his life, took a rest for his rifle. He generally scorned to do this, always firing offhand, as quick as thought, whether he raised rifle or pistol. But this was a terribly long shot, and he doubted whether he could make it. After he had fired, he was almost sure that he had for the Indian never stirred from his seat, and the horse bounded steadily forward. Buffalo Bill took another sight of his rifle, and fired again. Just as his finger touched the trigger, the horse leaped over a fallen tree, and the bullet pierced its head, instead of the breast of the Indian. The horse fell, and the Indian went with him. Seeing that the latter did not rise, the king of the scouts, with his weapon cocked, hastened to the spot < as fast as he could. To his surprise, he found that the first ball had done its work. It had pierced the breast of the redskin. But what astonished Buffalo Bill most was that the Indian was none other than Yellow Bear. He was The chief recognized him, and gasped his name : "Long Rifle !" "Yes, it is I," said the scout. "Yellow Bear, you have about done your journey. You will soon be in the happy hunting-ground. I did not know it was you when I fired, but now I see I have fulfilled my oath. I swore I would kill you, and I have done so." The chief look at him questioningly. Feeble with the approadh of death, he asked Buffalo Bill why he had wished to kill him more than any other of his people_; more than any other red man. "Because you killed one of my dear friends-the pale face you held captive so long, and slew at last in a fit of passion. I heard of it through some friendly Pawnees who visited your lodges. The man was my friend,' Cecil Dupont Yell ow Bear looked amazed, even in his agony. "Ha! The p aleface who taught Dreaming Flower to read the speaking papers, and then fell in love with her. Where is Dreaming Flower now? Does Long Hair know?" "Yes. She is safe. She is where your braves will not find her. I will try to see that she is restored to her own people, if any of her family are still living : "It is well-now that I am dying," admitted the chief, thanking Buffalo Bill with a look of gratitude. Even in the agony of death, his fatherly love for the beautiful white girl was still his ruling passion. "Why did you leave your camp so hurriedly?" Buffal o Bill asked curiously; and he was not surprised at the answer given him.
' THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 16 "The Sioux attacked it. I had only a few braves left with me. They were cut down. Wanda, my queen, rode away. I alone of the men escaped. I would have died with my braves, but I wanted to find Dreaming Flower." The dying chief, with a spasmodic effort, tugged at a thong around his neck until he pulled a buckskin bag from beneath his "Take and keep it," he whispered. "It is for Dream ing Flower. When she goes to the happy hunting ground, she will know her father and mother, if she keeps this." The old chief raised the bag in his hand, looked fixedly at the sky, and then his head fell back. He was dead. Buffalo Bill looked at him for an instant, almost with pity, and then he opened the bag which had been passed to him in the moment of death. He found inside it two morocco leather cases. On opening one, he saw two beautifully painted mini atures, done on ivory, facing each other in the case. One was the portrait of a woman, with golden-colored hair, blue eyes, and beautiful features. The other was that of a man, young and handsome, but with a darker face and dark hair. Under the picture of the woman, written' on the ivory, was the name, "Adele Benoist.' : Under the picture of the man was written "Edward Benoist." The astonished border king gazed for a moment on these pictures, and then opened the other case. It con tained the picture of an infant-a perfect little cherub of beauty, with a wealth of golden curls framing the loveliest face of a child that Buffalo Bill had ever seen. Under this picture was written, "Cecile Benoist.'' Then a thought struck him : "It is Dreaming Flower herself, when she was a child; and these are the pictures of her parents. I will take them to her. They may lead to her happy restor ation yet in the civilized world." The scout replaced the portraits in the bag, and placed it in his hunting-pouch. Then he turned back over his trail. Once or twice he paused to look down on the plains, and now he saw that the Indians appeared to be con centrating, and that the fighting had ceased. "I reckon that the Sioux have come out ahead," he muttered, as he passed on. CHAPTER IX. BELLE BOYD'S STRANGE STORY. As usual, Nick Wharton and Wild Bill had not let the grass grow under the feet of their horses. They had ridden at a terrific speed toward the two forts where they could round up a force of soldiers to attack the Creeks. Both of them had perilous journeys, but, by great scouting skill, allied to good luck, both got through. Wild Bill reached Fort Larned, and found the famous General Custer there. With his usual promptitude, Custer got a body of troopers under arms at once, and took the trail. On the way, he effected a juncture with another force, which Nick Wharton had brought; hot foot, from Fort Hazen. But when they arrived on the scene of action, Custer and his men found nothing to do. They were too late. There were no Creeks left to fight. The Sioux had seen to that very effectually. They had rescued their chief, Kicking Horse, besides Young Beaver and the other prisoners. All of the Creeks who had not been scalped had fled in every direction. There was no quarrel at that time between the whites and the Sioux. Kicking Horse established a camp on the plain, and Custer bivouacked his men about half-a-mile away. He intended to use the opportunity to have a friendly palaver with Kicking Horse, and improve trie good relations with his tribe. The soldiers had not been encamped long, when Nick Wharton, who, as usual, was keeping his eyes about in all directions, gave a shout of joy. He pointedl 'to a little party approaching, in which he had recognized his friend and leader, Buffalo Bill. The king of the scouts was leading his horse, on which rode a white girl in the picturesque dress of an Indian maiden. She was so strangely, wildly beautiful that, as she near, General Custer and his officers expressed their wonder aloud. On the other side of the horse was a Creek, without war-paint-:-Red Plume-and the white man, Captain Boyd. General Custer greeted the king of the scouts, who was a great frienf of his, very warmly. "And now," he said, bowing low, "will you be so kind as to tell us who this beautiful white lady in Indian costume is?" "I am afraid she cannot tell herself, general; anq I am sure I cannot. She has been reared from infanc"""f by Yellow Bear, the Creek chief. He called hetnis daughter, but, when he was dying-I shot him awhile ago-he gave me a bag with the miniatures of a baby, a man, and a woman. From what he said, I am sure they are the pictures of the girl, as an infant, and of her father and mother. She has them, and must sh0w 1tbem to you." The girl handed the bag to the general, who took out the pictures, and read the names aloud. "Benoist? There are Benoists in Arizona,'' said Wild ,,,_Bill. "I knew a man of that name, and he wasn't a slouch, either. I saw him shoot two greasers and two Apaches, all in one morning." The general turned to Dreaming Flower, and said :
THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 17 "You shall have a tent for your own occupation until we cal\ reach a place where inquiries may be made that may restore you to your relatives if they are living." "I will not stay anywhere, unless the Dream Spirit is with me," said Dreaming Flower, in a determined tone, and she pointed to Captain Boyd. "Who is this gentleman?" asked the general, as he now took notice of the young captain for the first time. "You should know me, if your memory 'is good, General Custer," said the captain, in a soft and musical voice, very unlike that in which Buffalo Bill an d Dreaming Flower had hitherto heard him speak. General Custer looked puzzled. "It seems to me that I have seen you somewhere be fore but I can't remember where," he said. "Don't you remember a certain evening in New York City, two years ago, when there was a ball at a house on Fifth A venue ?" "Yes." "You danced five waltzes with me that night, and told me all about your life on the Plains." Amazement, incredulity and finally a look of conviction one another on the general's face. "Great heavens!" he cried. "YOU are Miss Belle Boyd!" "Exactly, general." "Look to the girl!" cried Custer. "She is as white as is going to faint !" He ran forward, to support Dreaming Flower. but she waved him back. "No, no!" she said. "I will be well again in a moment. I loved the Dream Spirit, for I thought he would be my husband." "I'll be as much like a sister to you as I can, until you find those who are nearer," said Belle Boyd, "an .d, to make myself more presentable in company, I wil_l try and manufacture some suitable apparel for myself, if they are any dry-goods within reach." "That's rather an unreasonable demand, Miss Boyd, to_ make of a party of troopers out on the trail," said ----Ceneral Custer, laughing. "But we will have a tent set up for you and Dreaming Flower." In the evening, the general visited the tent of the girls, not only to see that proper arrange ments had been made for their comfort, but also to find out, if he I could, what extniordinary motive had prompted Belle r Boyd to leave the fashionable society she had adorned in New York and come out to the Wild West, to masquerade in man's attire, and imperil her life among the Indians. He was too polite to ask her the question bluntly, contenting himself with courteous suggestions that he might help her to get back East, if she desired to go . M iss Boyd laughed at him, and said merrily: "Now confess! You know you are dying of curiosity, general. You want to know what it all means, don't you?" "Yes, I confess I do," Custer admitted. "Who wouldn't, under the circumstances?" "Well, I will tell you ; for you are one of the few thoroughly true and brave men I have had the good .forttlne to meet in my young life. Buffalo Bill is an other, and that young C reek Indian, Red Plume, is a third. "You know what my life was in New York. It was one round of gaiety-all sham and hollowness and in sincerity. Unfortunately, I was a great heiress; and fortune-hunters swarmed around me like flies round a honey-pot I grew heartil y tired .of the life, and longed for something nobler and freer. "Then you came to New York, and I met you at that ball two years ago. You talked to me about this glori ous, brave, open-air life of th e West; and I knew that it was just what my heart had vaguely longed for for many years. I thought and th ought for months about what you had told me, and at t.st'. I made up my mind that I'd leave New York-disappear-and go West. "I had no one to consider but myself. My father and mother both died when I was a child, and I have no brothers or sisters. The few distant relatives I have only cared for me, as I well knew, for the sake of my money. "I just cut loose from everyth'ing, taking a large sum of ready motJ.ey with me, and vanished. I expect the mysterious disappearance of Miss Belle Boyd was the topic of a good deal of conversation in New York society. As I am never going back, that doesn't matter. "I was always something of a tom-boy. I realized that it would be impossible for me to enjoy the kind of life I wanted in the West unless I put on men's clothes, so I did so; and I have played the part of a man, to the best of my ability, up to the time you met me." "You pJayed it too well for poor Dreaming Flower's peace of mind," said General Custer, nodding his head toward the girl who was sitting at the other end of the tent, wrapped in dreamy thought, sad-faced and wistful, hearing no word of their whispered conversation. "Yes, I am sorry for that," said Belle Boyd gravely. "But she will soon get over it. Hers is not real love. It is only the worship of an imaginary ideal. She is dreamy, but contact with the world will soon wake her up. "I have played the part nearly too well for my own safety, too," she went on. "I narrowly escaped being tomahawked by that young Creek, Red Plume, who is very much in love with Dreaming Flower him self. He thought I was his hated rival, and yearned for my scalp, or for suicide, until I told him the truth." "What do you propose to do now? was the general's next very pertinent question. "I really don't know," the girl confessed helplessly.
18 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. "I suppose I had better give up masquerading in male clothing." "It would be best." "Then what would you advise me to do?" "If you have really made up your mind never to go to New York or enter your own sphere again, I should think the best thing you could do would be to buy a large ranch somewhere, not too near hostile Indians. You would get all the free life and fresh air you want in that way, and you would not be exposed to tee dan gers of life on the Great Plains. Why not go to Cali fornia and buy a ranch there in one of the fairly well settled districts?" "I will I confess I have had quite enough of the hostiles. When I lay bound hand and foot in Yellow Bear's camp, waiting to be tortured to death, I own there were moments when I wished myself back in New York." Miss Belle Boyd followed General Custer's advice. She purchased one of the largest ranches in California, married happily, and lived a peaceful and contented life. And so she passes out of this story. CHAPTER X. THE CAVE OF THE CREEKS. Wanda, the queen of the Creeks, did not perish in the attack made by the Sioux on the camp of h e r chief. She happened to be on the side of the camp farthest from that which they attacked, and, while the brief strug gle was going on, she mounted her magnificent horse and fled, as soon as she saw that Yellow Bear, from his side, was doing the same. Half-a-dozen of the Sioux pursued her, but their horses were far inferior to hers in strength and speed, and she soon shook them off. She knew that the day was lost. A glance across the plain told her that, and she immediately determined that the only thing to do was to go back to the villa ge, where the scattered warriors of the Creeks who survived the battle would rally. There, too, she hoped to meet with Yell ow Bear. Of all the large war party she had taken away, she was the first to return with the tidings of disaster; and l o u d w e re the lamentations of the squaws who rushed ou t from the lodges to greet her. Wanda gave them the news, briefly and grimly; stopped their weeping and wailing by an imperious command; and then called around her the few braves who had remained behind to guard the village when the war party rode away. S ome of them she sent to carry the news to the other an d s maller villages which owned the sway of Yellow Bear, and to summon the braves who dwelled there to her assistance ; the rest she posted at various points to watch for the return of the warriors who had escaped from the fight, or of the Sioux themselves. This done, she turned to the women and bade them make all ready for abandoning the village and retreating to the mountains, where, in a secret cave, she thought they would be safe from their enemies. It was certain, she considered, that the victorio;.1s Sioux would attack the village, and she was in no shape to offer any effective resistance to them. Before long, the Creeks who had participated in the battle, and survived, came straggling back, singly or in two and threes Each of them had a tale to tell of comrades slain, and their stories increased the woe of the women, who, one after another, heard of husband, brother or father killed and scalped. It was one of the greatest disasters had ever befallen the Creek nation. Wanda sent scouts far out to watch for the approach of the Sioux, but they were not sighted. Kicking Horse, after his rescue, had participated in the tail end of the battle, and had then ordered his braves into camp. He had determined to wait for reenforcements before advancing on the Creek villages and dealing t Creek nation a final and crushing blow. Wanda waited anxiously until nightfall, but Yellow Bear did not appear. She feared that he had fallen, but still hoped against hope At last she gave the order to leave the village and go to the secret cave iri the moun tains. Great care was taken on the journey to hide the trail, and an ample store of dried meat and other provisions was taken along, as the fugitives might have to stand a siege there, in case their retreat was discovered. The cavern was situated high up in the mountains, and was amply large enough to have accommodated almost the whole of the Creek nation, if necessary. It was of mammoth proportions, and no man, so far as the tradi tions of the Creeks went, had ever explored its utter most depths. It was entered by a narrow, low natural tunnel, entirel H masked by creepers and growing vines. This was a place which two or three men could hold against an army, fight ing in the Indian fashion; and it constituted the great value of the cave in a situation like the present. When the tunnel was passed, the cave widened out into a vast hall with a dry sandy floor. The area of this hall was several acres-more than room enough for all the people who entered it after w anda. At the farther end) the hall n_!lrrowed and ended in a chasm, beyond which it could be dimly seen that the cave continued-how far no man could say. Whether there was any exit at the other end, it was equally impos sible to tell. The knowledge of the Indians was limited to the hall at the end of the tunnel. After all the people had entered, the Amazonian chief-
THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 19 tainess took a survey of the position with that born abil ity for leadership which was her distinguishing charac teristic. Her first thought was to send out s e veral of the braves to a mountain brook near-by to bring in a large supply of water, utensils having been brought from the village for that purpose. Her second idea was that it was necesssary to ensure, if possible, some means of retreat in case the Sioux should find them and decide to sit down at the mouth of the tunnel and starve them out. By the light of torches she examined the cave, and she determined that the chasm must be bridged and the rest of the cave beyond it explored. There might be an exit that way. It was too late to carry out this plan that night, but at dawn she sent out warriors to cut down a large tree and shape a plank long enough and strong enough to bridge the abyss, which was about forty feet across. This was a work of considerable difficulty, but it was child's play compared with the task of getting the plank through the narrow tunnel and then flinging it across the c "m. ordered her braves to tie their lariats together strongly and attach the rope thus made to one end of the plank. This was then stood up on end, held by several men, and others took hold of the rope and lowered it until the other end rested on the opposite edge of the abyss. It made a very narrow bridge, and considerable courage was needed to cross it, for a moment's giddiness or a single misstep would send the hardy adventurer hurtling down into unimaginable depths. But Wanda did not hes itate to set the example. With a torch in her hand she advanced firmly and set foot on the plank. She walked across it as steadily as if it were the solid mountainside, and then called for three of her braves to follow her. There was a pause. No man seemed anxious to be the first to volun.teer. The Creek warriors were brave men ,,...__ ... \ along the lines in which they had been trained, but this was a new kind of danger1 and it appalled them. But the pause did not last long. An old brave named Broken Arrow, who had distinguished himself in many fights, decided that he would rather die the fearful death the abyss threatened than live with the knowledge that he had been outdone in courage by a woman. He stepped on the plank and crossed it safely. When he had done so, there was no lack of others willing to follow his example, but, after two had crossed, Wanda called out that she needed no more. All of the little party had torches, and the chieftainess at once led the way into the pitchy darkness, taking care to throw the light of her torch well in front of her, lest she should fall into another abyss. The cave alternately widened and n a r ro w e d 2.nd the ground was rocky and difficult, but th e p a rty pre s sed on for some distance without finding any sig n of an exit. "It goes straight down to the hell wh e re the ear t h devils dwell," muttered one of the br a ves his well built form shaking with fear. Wanda overheard him, and turned upon him savagely. "Fool!" she cried. "Go if you are afraid." But the brave held his ground. To tell the truth he preferred to stay with the others, rather than to return and face alone the ghosts his superstitious mind feared. Presently the panic into which he had fallen spread to the others. Mysterious noises of a terrifying kind were heard. They were purely natural in their origin, being similar to the weird sounds in other mammoth caves; but to the Indians, trained in ghost lore from their child hood, they sounded like the voices of angry demons. Even Wanda at last was glad to yield to the prayers of her men, and return. She reasoned that when it was absolutely necessary to retreat across the plank, if ever, it would be time enough to seek further for an exit. Probably the moment when Broken Arrow and his fel low braves found themselves safely back among their comrades was the happiest they ever spent in their lives. On her retllrn Wanda c a lled a council of war, which was partici pat e d in by all the warriors. "Listen to the words of Wanda, your queen, men of the Creek nation she said. "The Great Manitou has veiled his face from us and permitted a great misfortune to fall upon us; but we must not despair. "In time when the Creeks from the other villages flock here to our help, we can take the field again and seek for revenge upon the Sioux. "But, in the meantime, we must hide here, like rats in a hole. Let each warrior suggest that which he thinks it is best to do in this position. The ears of Wanda are open." Brave after brave got up and made suggestions. One proposed that messengers should be sent to all the other Creek villages to rally the braves there to the cave, an other that scouts should be sent out to watch the motions of the Sioux, a third that a watch should be put on the movements of the white soldiers, and so on. In almost every case they found that Wanda had al ready anticipated them by doing what they suggested. "There is one thing that no brave has thought of," said Wanda pra,c;ently. "You must choose a chief to command you until Yell ow Bear returns. But I fear that he will nev.er come back to his people, that his scalp has been taken by the hated Sioux, upon whom Wanda will surely have revenge." "We want no better leader than Wanda, our queen ... said Broken Arrow, and there was a murmur of approva: at his words. "Not so, Broken Arrow," returned the wily chief-
20 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. tainess. "That was well when Yellow Bear, my lord, was your chief; but now he is probably dead, and I am of no more account than any other of the many widows in our nation. "Besides, it is well that a man should lead men. Wanda will give her counsel whenever it seems fitting to her to do so, but she would resign her rule to a man worthy to be chief. "And who is worthier than Broken Arrow himself, the first man who dareci to follow me across that fearful chasm, the hero who has fought in a hundred battles and taken many scalps?" Broken Arrow swelled with pride at these words, and he began to think that Wanda was an even cleverer woman than he had give n her credit for being. This was precisely the effect she intended to produce on him for she intend ed to rule the tribe throu g h him, knowing full well that the warriors woulc\ not long toler ate the open domination of a woman, now that her hus band Yellow Bear, was dead. The e lection of Broken Arrow was unanimous and one of his first acts, as the n ew chief, was to declare that he would always avail himself of Wanda's sage counsel. She knew that her influence over him was complete, and that he would be merely a puppet in her hands. After the official council, Wanda called Broken Arrow and the one-eyed hag, Evil Eye, into a private consulta ti on. It had reference to Dreaming Flower, whom Wamja had never loved and now positively hated. "She' is a traitor to the trib e," she said bitterly to her confederates. "She blinded th e eyes of Yellow Bear and made him a fool. She set fre e the paleface prisoner and fled with him, forgetting her duty to the tribe and to Y ellow Bear and myself, who had always treated her as our own child. "It is she who is the real cause of the misfortune of the tribe. But for his love of her, Yellow Bear would not have dispersed all his warriors on the search for the trail, and thus rendered them an easy prey to the Sioux. Is she to be allowed to escape and go back to her own people, the accursed palefaces?" "Evil Eye would die happy if she could help to tor ture Dreaming Flower first ," croaked the old hag. "She hates her. She has always l(.ated her She hated her even as a baby when Yellow Bear brought her to his lodge after a raid on the white settlements. "She told Yellow Bear that he would do wisely to dash out the brains of the child with his tomahawk, but' he cursed Evil Eye and struck her for her words. "Red and white cannot mix. Evil Eye always knew that ill would come to the tribe through that paleface baby, and it has come." Having thus delivered herself of a woman's favorite "I told you so," the ancient crone sat gazing at Wanda with her one baleful eye glowing like a live coal. She waited for the queen's plan, the nature of which she al ready guessed. As for Broken Arrow, being a mere man he could not very well follow the queer logic of the women. He could not see how Dreaming Flower was responsible for all the mischief; he thought that the fault was iri the folly and bad generalship of Yellow Bear. None the less he was incensed against Dreaming Flower, as were all the braves, for her conduct in set ting free the paleface prisoner and quitting the tribe. He was, therefore quite ready to fall in with any plan for being revenged on her. "Listen, said Wanda. "I have it from one of the scouts whom I first sent out to watch the Sioux that Dreaming Flower joined the white soldiers who came upon the plain after the fight was over. "With her were the paleface prisoner whom she set free, Red Plume-another traitor to the tribe-and the grea t paleface chief, Long Rifle. "The soldiers pitched camp near the Sioux, and their bi g chief is having a palaver with Kicking Horse. I,t probably last several days, and will delay Kicking attacking us. "It is well. Our people will come in, and we shall be ready to meet him. In the meantime let us try to steal Dreaming Flower away from the palefaces and bring her to this cave, where we can sing the death song over her and roast her over a slow fire." Evil Eye cackled with delight. "But how is it to be done?" asked Broken Arrow. "Leave that to Evil E ye. Her heart is in the work, for she has hated Dreaming Flower for seventeen yea;s, and never been able to satisfy h e r hate. Now she has her chance, and she will make the best of it." "Evil Eye will know no rest ni ght or day, until she has the paleface girl in her power/' said the savage old hag. '"?-=:-1 Se nd Evil Eye with a few braves to do the work," I advised Wanda. "I warrant she will not fail. If the braves can kill Red Plume and capture Long Rifle, so much the better; but the chief thing is to get Dreaming Flower away from the palefaces and wipe out the stain she has put upon the tribe Let the braves be ordered to obey Evil Eye. Her woman's wits, old as they are, will do more than their craft." Broken Arrow declared it was a good suggestion, and said he would at once send six warriors off with Evil Eye. The old ha g chuckled with a diabolical joy, for she felt sure that the hatre d which had gone on growing with the years would at last be satisfied.
THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 21 CHAPTER XI. RED PLUME'S DUEL. General Custer decided to keep his soldiers for some time encamped on the plain where the battle had been fought, not only for the purpose of impressing the Sioux and holding a palaver with Kicking Horse, but also to nable him to mature plans for a campaign against the Creeks. He was by no means done with them because they had been defeated by the Sioux. They must be taught to re spect the power of the white men also. The hatchet would not be buried, if he could help it, until they had given hostages and other satisfactory guarantees for their good behavior in the future. On the day after the battle, he sent Belle Boyd away from the camp, with an escort, to stay at Fort Larned until his return there, when he would ma ke ar rangements for sending her to California. He wanted Dreaming Flower to go with her, but the girl refused. She said she would prefer to stay with Long Rifle and Red Plume. She had conceived a strong dislike to her "Dream pirit" since she found out that that spirit was a girl. After Miss Boyd had gone, General Custer called to see Buffalo Bill's party, which now included Dreaming Flower, Red Plume, Nick Wharton, and Wild Bill. He found them all in the girl's tent, talking together over their recent adventures. After greetings had been exchanged, the general said to Buffalo Bill: "Of course, as you may suppose, we don't intend to let the Creeks off because the Sioux whipped them. The tribe has shown great hostility to the whites, and the at tack on you was only the culminating point. Their power was not broken by their defeat at the hands of the Sibux. We must follow it up. "But a difficulty has arisen. The scouts who went out to spy on Yellow Bear's village-both our own and those of the Sioux-have come back with the report that the e is utterly deserted. "AU the people have fled-men, and children. The trail was followed for some distance, and then lost. It had been most carefully hidden." Red Plume and Dreaming Flower exchanged signifiglances when they heard this. They both knew of : he existence and location of the secret cave, and they could guess very well what had happened. "Kicking Horse, as you may imagine, is very wroth at this," the general went on. "He has by no means sat isfied his enmity by this one victory over Yellow Bear. r He wants to lay the Creeks out flat, and I don't blame him, for they have been a thorn in the side of the Sioux for years. "I have persuaded to wait a few days so that we can have a palaver-one of those interminable affairs in which the Indians delight. He agreed to this readily, because he wants to get all his warriors together from the various Sioux villages before he attacks the Creeks." "He will have to catch his hare before he cooks it," re marked BtJffalo Bill. "He may attack the other Creek villages, but his particular quarrel is with Yellow Bear's own people, and they seem to have disappeared." "Yes," said Custer. "I would give something to know where they have gone to. Have you any idea, Red Plume?" I "Red Plume can guess," replied the Indian, "but he will not tell. He has left his people for the sake of Dreaming Flower, but he will not betray them." General Custer at him approvingly. "You are quite right," he said. "I should not have asked you." 1 "I dare say Dreaming Flower knows, too," suggested Buffalo Bill. The girl nodded. "But I also will not tell," she declared. "I am going back to my own people, but Yellow Bear brought me up as his own child, and his braves have been my friends all my life." "Will you do this much, Red Plume?" asked Custer. "Will you go to your people, wherever they are, and tell them that I will not seek to inflict any more harm on them if they will give me hostages and pledges for their good behavior toward the whites?" "Red Plume 'will do that. He will go at once. But the big chief of the sold'ers and the chief of the Sioux must both give him a promise that no man shall follow him, so that the-.secret hiding-place of his people will not be discovered." "I will do so, and I will ask Kicking Horse to do the same," said the general. Buffalo Bill and Dreaming Flower both immediately in terposed, pointing out to Custer that if he allowed Red Plume to go he would be sending him to certain death and achieving no good purpose. The Creeks would un doubtedly slay him on sight, if they did not reserve him for a slow death by torture. Custer at once saw the force of this, and abandoned the idea. After a few more words, he left the tent, asking Buf falo Bill and the other scouts to assist him as interpreters and advisers during the forthcoming long palaver with the Sioux. Later in the day, Kicking Horse, accompanied by three of his subchiefs: stalked into the camp of the soldiers and demanded to see General Custer . He was admitted into the bell-tent in which the general was at that moment writing some despatches. / After greetings had been exchanged, Custer sent for Buffalo Bill to interpret. He knew something of the
22 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. Sioux and Shoshone tongues himself; but not enough to carry on a long conversation. When the border king arrived, it was discovered that the business on which Kicking Horse had come was to make a formal demand for the surrender of Red Plume. The Sioux chief had heard that there was a Creek war rior in the camp of the white soldiers, and he thought the man ought to be handed over to him. Custer, of course, refused the request pointblank; and when it was pressed he told Kicking Horse that if he wanted Red Plume he would have to come with his braves and take him. Kicking Horse quivered with anger when he heard this but he quickly recovered himself and made another pro posal. "If one of my young men should challenge this young Creek to single combat, the bjg chief of the palefaces would not prevent him from fighting?" he queried. "Why, no, I don't see how I could very well do that," replied Custer. "I have no authority over Red Plume. He is not one of my men. If he wants to fight, he can do so, for all I care." This was enough for Kicking Horse. He and the braves with Rim-the most redoubtable champion s 0f their nation-at once drew lots to see who should have the honor of being the challenger. Fate decided it in favor of a brawny warrior named Lance Head. Lance Head at once asked if he could go with Buffal o Bill to see Red Plume and deliver the challenge in per son. The border king agreed to take him. Red Plume, ever faithful to his self-imposed dutie s was found on guard outside the tent of Dreaming Flower. The Sioux went up to him, saluted him courteously, and hande him an arrow painted red, holding the point toward him. Red PJume accepted it without a word, and handed it back in the same manner. He understood the meaning of the symbol, which was a common form of challenge to mortal combat among the Indians of the plains. Then the two men began to talk together in Shoshone as pleasantly as if they were not deadly enemies. Red Plume asked all about the details of the recent battle, which he had not been able to witness, and the Sioux gratified his curiosity. At last, after a lot of ceremonial palaver, they got down to business, and settled that their duel should take place in half-an-hour on horseback with li!nces and toma hawks, midway between the camp of the Sioux and that of the soldiers. As Red Plume had not got a lance with him, the Sioux obligingly borrowed one for him from Kitking Horse. Red Plume had drawn awa y some distanc e from the tent to talk with the Sioux. He did not want Dream i n ;; Flower to know of the coming fight until it was over, and he begged Buffalo Bill not to tell her "If the Sioux should slay Red Plume," he said, "there is something that I want you to tell Dreaming Flower, Long Rifle. You know about the letters written on bark which have been sent to her, telling of love, by some mysterious hand?" "Yes, she has told me about them." "It was I who wrote them all. That was the only way in which I could tell her, as I wished to do, about my love." "But I did not know you could write, Red Plume." "Nobody knew it. Even :i;:>reaming Flower did not know it. But I wa taught by the same paleface captive who taught her, and I learned the written language of love from the letters which he sent her before Yellow Bear killed him. She showed them to me. I made mine as much like them as I could, for they had seemed to give her pleasure." Buffalo Bill was amazed at this confession. It was utterly unlike anything he had ever known in the Indian character. Sentiment itself was uncommon enough among the red, skins, but the unselfish concealment of so deep an attec tion was utterly foreign to all he had known of the red man in all his long experience. But Red Plume was an extraordinary Indian, and the more the scout saw of him the more he marveled. He volunteered to act as Red Plume's second in the duel, and lent the young brave his own horse, as he had none of his own with him. This was a great proof of the border king's friendship, for he treasured the animal above almost all his other possessions, and he knew very well that it might be killed in the coming encounter. When Red Plume rode forth armed and accoutered for the fray, with Buffalo Bill behind him, he found a large and expectant crowd waiting. The news had spread throughout both camps, and all the Sioux and soldiers had turned out to see the fight. Both men were splendid types of their race. were finely mounted, and managed their restive with an ease and skill that elicited loud applause. Lance Head was a taller and bigger man than his op ponent. He was older, too, and more experienced in fare. But the young Creek was splendidly supple and muscular, and thoroughly trained in the use of his weapon. It was arranged by Buffalo .Bill and Kicking Horse, who was Lance Head's second, that the two men, at a given signal, should charge at one another with their lances. If the first shot was not immediately fatal, they were free to continue the fight with lance or tomahawk, as the y chose. The s i g n a l w a s g i v en and the two horses, which had been tightly r eine d in, rushed together at a terrif].c speed.
THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 23 Lance Head aimed hi s spear at the fore h ead of his ad ve rsary. He was renowned for his skill with the lance, and he thought he could easily hit that small mark. He held the young Creek rather cheap, and wanted to "play to the gallery." Red took no such chance. He aimed at his ad versary's breast, but missed because Lance Head s"'.e r ved slightly, receiving the point through the fleshy part of his shoulder, while his own l an c e just grazed the temple of the Creek. The Sioux at once dropped his spear and seized his tomahawk. Red Plume his lanc e from th e flesh of his enemy, but disdained to use it again, although it would have given him a great advantage to do so. He flung it down, and drew his tomahawk also. Round and round one another the two champions gal loped, each hanging down behind the flank of his horse and awaiting a chance to fling the tomahawk with deadly aim. At last Lance Head thought he saw an opening, and raising himself up he flung his hatchet. At the same instant Red Plume's tomahawk also left his hand, and buri ed itself in th e skull of his enemy, who ha d 'rtfis::;ed his aim by less than an inch. The soldiers cheered wildly, but the Sioux gave vent to l oud yells of grief and anger. At least a score of braves rushed forward and clamored t6 be allowed t o fight the Creek single-handed. Kicking Horse, however had a keen sense of fair play. "It must not be," he decl a red firmly. "The Creek fought our champion and defeated him. He is entitled to his victory. He shall not fight the whole of our war party, one by one. It would not be just." Red Plume was h e artil y congratulated on his victory by the soldiers and the scouts, but he made little of it. He had not wanted to fig ht, and he was not elated by his triumph. All he wanted to do was to get back to the tent of Dreaming Flower and resume his watch over her. That was the mission in life which he had chosen for himself. CHAPTER XII. DREAMING FLOWER'S TERRIBLE AWAKENING. With a baleful g leam of triumph in her one eye, Evil E ye crept through the tunnel into the secret cave of the Creeks about no on on the third day after her talk with Wanda and Broken Arrow. She was met near the en trance by Wanda, who b ore a i'ighted torch in her hand. "Have yo u succeeded?" asked the chieftainess, scan ning the old woman's face closely. "Yes, Evil Eye could not fail in such a task. The dream of her life-the dream of satisfied hatred-is at hand. She watched and waited, a s the jaguar watches and waits for its prey. She found the task hard. "Dream ing Flower was in a tent in the camp of t he white soldiers. They had many sentries and kept good watch. "Red Plume stayed on guard, day and night, outside of Dreaming Flower's tent. But at last he had to sleep, and he went to the tent of Long Rifle. "Then Evil Eye saw her opportunity. Her braves did n o t care for the watch of th e white soldiers. They could creep past them like snakes in the grass. "They crawl e d into the camp and seized Dreaming Flower as she la y asleep in her tent. They brought her out to Evil Eye, wh o was waTting in the timber near-b y." "But how did they manage to get her past the white sentries ?" "Oh, ho!" chuckled the old hag. "That was easy enough. Two of the braves each crept up behind a w hite sentry and stabbed him in the back. Then one side of the camp was left 1tnguarded, and they could carr y Dreaming Flower safely forth, bound and gagged." "You have done your work well, Evil Eye. I will re ward you richly when the Creeks get back to their vil lages." "Evil Eye wants no reward. She has it already. See?" The hag pointed to the unconscious form of Dreaming Flower which was at that moment carried into the tun nel by two of the braves, who had followed her, and laid at the feet of Wanda. The chieftain ess bent down and made sure that the girl was really unconscious, and al'so that she was bound hand and foot in such a manner that she could not possibly release herself 'Carry her into the c e nt e r of the cave," she commanded. "Is she to die to-night?" Evil Eye demanded eagerly. Wanda hesitated. "No," she said fina1ly. "There is no hurry. She shall not die quickly. She shall live many days, and taste the tortures of suspense. I think they must be worse than any agonies of the lrody, but she shall taste those as well. "We will torture her day after day. There is no chance that she can escape. The only way out of the cave is by the tunnel, which is always guarded by the sentinel." "It is well," croaked Evil Eye. "Wanda is wise. Dreaming Flower shall die slowly and fear her comin g death day by day." It was some time before Dreaming Flower recovered from the swoon into which she had fallen during her ter rible journey up to the secret cave. When she opened her eyes and saw that she was in the cave, she realized that her doom was sealed By the light of the torches, she saw all around he1 savage, vindictive faces. All were stem and relentless. There was no gleam of pity in any eye. Every person there had known her from childhood. Some of the young braves had been her playmates. The
2 4 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. older on e s had tossed her o n their kn ee wh e n s h e was a baby and to man y of the women she had don e little acts of kindness. But all this was for g otten. The Creeks remembered only one thing-that she was a paleface who, bro ught up among them, had betrayed them b y setting free a prisoner and g oing back to her own people N o doom in their opinion, could be terrible enough for such an offense The poor girl was awaken e d fr o m her dreaminess to face a terrible reality. In this fearful hour, all thought of her imaginary "Dream S,pirit left her, and her mind was fixed on Red Plume, who in weal and w o e had al ways been her best friend. If he did not come to her rescue now she was lost in deed ; but how he could help her she could not imagine. Blows insults and abuse w e re showered upon her, until at last W a nd a bade the w o m e n who w e re indul g ing in this cruel pastime, cease for the night let the girl sleep. There was qo hint of mercy in this command. The only motive of the chieftainess was to en a ble the girl to k e ep up her strength so that she could f ee l the more k e e n l y the wors e tortur e s she meant to inflict on her on the morrow, and the following days CHAPTER XIII. RED PLUM E SEEKS LOVE. Red Plume did not discover that Dreamin g Flow e r had been spirited away until dawn on the followin g morning. H e had been th o roughl y w o rn out b y his lon g and un remitting v i gil. Whe n B uff a l o Bill persua de d him to t a k e a f e w hours' s l e ep and rel y on the white s o l d i e r s w h o g uarded th e camp he did not inten!'.i to sle e p all through the night but exhausted nature proved too much for him With the first streaks of light in the eastern sky, he awoke. As he got up and left Buffalo Bill s tent, he felt a c o ld chill of terror at his heart-he knew not wh y Some h o w the wonderful intuition that true love gives told him that som e thin g had happened to Dreamin g Fl ower. Blamin g him s elf bitterly, he hastened to her tent, and call e d her name. There was no reply. He called again, more loud l y. R e ceivin g no answer, he looked inside. The tent was empty R e d Plume g ave a cry of angui s h for h e immediatel y g u e s s ed the truth. K n o win g his p eop le a s h e d id, h e was well aware t 1 1at they w ou ld s eek ve n gea nce for th e a ct Dreamin g Flowe r had co m mitted. Bu t h e was a ma n of great moral as well as physica l, courage, and he wasted no time in useless l amentations. He examined the ground, and saw the prints of the moccasins of the braves who had carried off the girl. The story was as plain as a book for him to read. He hastened back to Buffalo Bill's tent, awoke him, and told him what had happened. Dreaming Flower is gone!" he exclaimed, when the scout opened his eyes. Gone?" "Yes. My people have carried her away from the tent." "Impo ssible !" "It is true." "Pe rhaps she has gone for a walk or for a swim in the river." "No. There are moccasin prints around the tent and inside it. Sh e was bound, gagged, and carried off. Buffalo Bill dre s sed hastily and went outside with Red Plume. Together the y examin e d the ground. Wild Bill and Nick Wharton s o o n j o ined them "How could the y have carried her out past the sen tries?" asked Hickok. Almost at the moment he asked this question, it wr answered. ....,. The officer of the guard, on his morning rounds passed by H1e group and greeted Cody. "Those Creeks are gettin g t o o lively he remarked. "Do y ou know what happened la s t night?" "No." "They crept up to our line s and stabb e d two o f the s entries in the back. The re was not the sli g htest noise or al a rm. The dead bodies were found when the relief g u a rd w ent roun d ." The sco ut s e x changed sig nificant glance s and th e n t old the o fficer how Dreamin g Flower had been carried off. Thi s beats e v er y thin g!" the officer said. "Come with me a t o nce to Cu s ter." W hen the ge neral heard th e story, it was difficult to sa y wh e ther he was the more amazed or angry. The death of his s e ntries was a sore blow. "I'll t e ach those Creeks a l e sson th e y will not soon forget he said "Btit first we must try to r e scue the girl said Buffalo t j "True. And th e re is no b e tt e r man for the task tha yourself." "There is a b etter-Red Plume But I a nd m y friend s will help him." ; "Go at once. It will be t e rrible if the girl is lost a g a i n when she has just be e n foundaft e r all these years among th e s ava ges. Onl y y esterda y I s ent a c o uri e r to F o rt L a rn e d w ith despat c hes an d amo n g th e m was a letter directing inquiri e s to be set o n foot to find her parents, if they are living. How t e rrible if they should come for
THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES her and be disappointed Do you think the Creeks will harm her?" "They will put her to death by the most hideous tor tures they can devise," f'lid Buffalo Bill, in a whisper, so that Red Plume should not hear. Custer turned pale, for the beautiful face of the young girl rose vividly before him. "Take as many men as you want-anything in tqe camp," he said. "Thank you, general; but force will do no good in this case. We must use craft, and we must go at once. Good-by." The three scouts and Red Plume at once got their horses and started on the trail. "We need not keep to it," said Red Plume, as soon as they were beyond the confines of the camp. "I know where they have taken her. They will be sure to have hidden the trail, and we shou ld on l y waste time in looking for it. We will go straight to the hiding-place of my people." "Where is that?" "Away up in the mountains, in the secret cave of the Creeks." "I have heard that there was one, but I thought it was a myth," said Buffalo Bill. "I know the place. I have been there. It has always oeen arranged that the tribe should retreat there when in grave danger. As soon as I heard that Yellow Bear's village was deserted, I knew that the people had gone to the cave. That is where they have taken Dreaming Flower." "Surely they will not harm her, Red Plume" said Buh falo Bill, more to keep up the spirits af his friend than because he believed what he was saying. "She has been brought up among them from babyhood. She is one of them." The young Creek shook his head sadly, and a grim look camt over his face. "They will torture her to death," he said "They do the same for me, if they could catch me. Ah! if only they had me instead of her! Red Plume would gladly die for her sake. Life is worth nothing to him without Dreaming Flower." They rode on together for some distance, side b y side, and then Red Plume remarked : "Only one thing could have saved her. Yellow Bear would have stood between her and the wrath of the peo ple, if he had lived. He was a grea t man. There was none in the tribe who dared to stand against him. His word was law. He loved Dreaming Flower in his way as well as I love her in mine. He would not have al lowed a hair of her head to be touched." Buffalo Bill began to be very sorry that he had shot the Creek chief. "Well, we will do our be5t to rescue her, Red Plume," he said. "It will not be easy," the Creek returned. "There is only one entrance to the cave-a narrow tunnel. It is sure to be guarded by sentinels. It leads into a great cavern, in which all the people must be gathered, and in which Dreaming Flower is held captive." "Perhaps we can intercept the party that stole her before they reach the cave," Buffalo Bill suggested. The Creek looked doubtful. "They had too long a start," he said. "But they will have delayed in order to hide their trail. They would not want the hiding-place of the tribe t o be discovered." "Still they will get there before us." Buffalo Bill feared so himself, and, when they reached the vicinity of the cave late in the afternoon, they found their fears justified. The hoof prints of the horses of the braves, who had ridden away with Dreaming Flower, showed a plain trail leading straight up toward the place where Red Plume said the cave was located. It was obviously useless to try to enter the cave by daylight. No sentries were visible, but, unquestionably at least, one was on guard outside the entrance The four men had taken good care not to come within his range of vision, approaching carefully under cover and hiding their horses in some thick timber. They had brought a spare animal for Dreaming Flower, in case they succeeded in rescuing her. They lay down by their horses to wait until night. Red Plume could not conceal the agony which the delay caused him, and the others were scarcely less impatient, but all knew that nothing was to be done yet. As soon as darkness fell, Red Plume wanted to ap proach the cave; but Buffalo Bill restrained him. "We must wait until they have gone to sleep," he said. "Then we may deal with the sentries and enter the cave. You know that we cannot save her if the braves in the cave are all awake." Red Plume was obliged to admit this, but every minute of delay caused him the keenest pain, for he could well imagine how Dreaming Flower was being treated. Not until it was nearly midnight, however, would Buffalo Bill permit him to lead the way. With infinite caution they approached the mouth of the cave. When they were within several hundred yards of it Red Plume whispered to the three scouts to lie hidden in the brushwood, while he forward and despatched the sentry at the mouth of the tunnel. The young brave had not the slightest compunction about killing one of his old comrades. All he cared about, or thought about, was Dreaming Flower. For her sake, he would cheerfully annihilated the entire nation of
THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. the Creeks. His love filled his whole heart and mind, to the exclusion of everything else. Crawling through the brushwood and grass on the hillside as silently as a snake, Red Plume advanced inch by inch toward his prey. By a supreme effort of the will, he curbed his impa tience and brought all the resources of his Indian training to bear upon his difficult task. He knew that a singl.e death y ell by the sentry would be fatal to his hopes. He had even removed all the metal ornaments from his clothes, so that they would not clink; and he had rubbed the blade of the knife which he carried between his teeth with dirt, so that a chance moonbeam might not strike upon it, and reveal him to : he sentinel. Never did any journey seem to him so long. He felt a hardly controllable impulse to leap to his feet and rush upon the man, but he knew that would be folly. He thought that the sentry must hear the anxious beating of his heart, so loud did it seem to him. At last he came within distance, and he had worked his way so cleverly tnat the sentry had his back to him. Silently as the man's own figure, he rose behind him, and, with one mighty blow, buried his knife hilt-deep in the back of the man's neck. Red Plume bent anxiously over him, and saw that he was dead. With equal caution to that which he had shown before, the young Creek crept into the tunnel. There was no other sentry there. Broken Arrow had considered that one man outside was all that was needed, the entrance being so narrow. There was no time to delay. Red Plume did not know how soon the dead man's relief might come, and, finding his body, give the alarm. He, therefore, hastened back to the scouts, and told them to come on. Cod y in the meanwhile, had thought fully provided himself with several pine-knot torches from the neighboring timber. These afterward proved to be of great value. With Red Plume leading,the way, the four men passed silently into the tunnel. All was quiet within the great cave. Several torches, stuck in crevices in the wall, threw a dim light over the scene. All the Creeks-men, women, and children-appeared to be fast asleep; but it seemed hardly possible that among all that large number there should not be a single wakeful one. \ The intruders knew how lightly Indians slept. The l eas t sound was liable to wak e any of the sleeping figur e s a m o ng whom they crept as qui e tly as if they were gho s ts It was not easy to discover the recumbent form of D r e aming Flower among so many others, but the eyes cf love are keen. Red Plume found her lying apart from the rest at the farther end of the cave. They had t o pass throu g h th e whole of the sleeping Creeks before the y g o t to her, and more than one brave stirred uneasily in spite of th e ir silence and caution. The young brave was about to bend down and awaken her, when Buffalo Bill caught him b y the arm. Red Plume turned and looked at him inquiringly. The border king laid his finger on his lips. Red Plume understood. If he awakened the girl hastily or incautiously, she might give a cry which would awaken the sleeping Creeks. He paused uncertainly, and then Buffalo Bill placed his hand over his own mouth. Red Plume took the hint. With a sudden motion, he clapped his hand over the sleeping girl's mouth so tightly that she could not utter a Sound, however much she might want to do so. She awoke with a start, and looked at him in terror. Almost instantly she recognized him, and her momentary look of fear was succeeded by one of ineffable relief and gratitude. I L That look repaid Red Plume for all he had dared and suffered in her se1:vice, for all his long years of unre warded devotion. Buffalo Bill, standing by, laid his finger to his lip. The girl s eyes showed that she understood. Then, and then only, Red Plume withdr e w his hand from her mouth and cut the thongs that bound her with the knife still wet with the blood of the man he had just slain. As he helped Dreaming Flower to her feet, he turned, and saw staring at him with demoniacal fury the solitary orb of Evil Eye. CHAPTER XIV. CROSSING THE CHASM. The old hag had been sleeping near to Dreaming Flower, whom she had d e termined to st ill watch lest a the last moment she should be deprived of the joy of satis fying the hatred she had cherished so long. Some instinct must have told her that her prey was being taken from her grasp, for she awoke at the very moment that Red Plume cut the bonds. Buffalo Bill leaped upon her instantly, intending to clap his hand over her mouth and then gag her; but he was too late. A fearful shriek, scarcely human in its maniacal wild ness, rang through the vast cavern, and was echoed again and again from the vaulted roof. Inslantly the Creek warriors, accustomed from boyhood to sleep lig htly and to wake at the slightest alarm, leaped to their feet and seized their weapons. Some of them snatched the torches from the wal s of the cave and looked to see what was the matter. The light fell upon the scouts and the released girl, and the truth was plain at once. With terrible yells, the Creeks came bounding forward, f completely cutting off alf chance of exit by the tunnel. Buffalo Bill dropped the limp form of the old witch, whom, in the excitement of the moment, he had handled pretty rou g hly. "Back!" he yelled. "Back, and fight it out where the cave narrows!" There was no time for consideration. It was the }mlything to d o E ve n Red Plum e for got, for the m o m e nt, abou t the chasm ; or he w o uld h ave tri e d at all risks, to cut his way through the mob of Cr e ek warriors.
TIIE BUFF1\LO BILL STORIES. The scouts knew nothing about it, for Red Plume had made no mention of it whe n he described the cave to them. In a moment the cave was full of smoke, for the four men fired again and again with their revolvers as they ran back, killing several of the Creeks. This caused them to give back for a brief space, and gave the fugitives a c}/ance to reach the very brink of the abyss. Red Plume was first, supporting Dreaming Flower, while the scouts covered the retreat. "The chasm!" he gasped, suddenly remembering. There it was, black and forbidding, at his very feet. His horror was so great that he almost tottered over the brink. Dreaming Flower saw it, too, and instantly swooned in his arms. At that moment the light of the torch carried by the nearest Creek brave fell upon the plank bridge which had been thrown across by Wanda's orders. Without an instant's hesitation, Red Plume set foot upon it; bearing Dreaming Flower in his arms. To walk that spider's bridge alone was hard and peril ous enough. To cross it bearing another seemed an im possible feat, but Red Plume did it. He tottered and swayed in his efforts to keep his balance, yet somehow he got across. As he was crossing, the three scouts were putting 'lP a desperate fight at the, end of the plank. deadly revolvers kept the Creeks at a little dis tance, and, as soon as Red Plume had got across and vanished into the darkness on the other side, Nick Whar ton and Wild Bill in turn passed over, in obedience to Cody's shouted instructions. The king of the scouts himse!f was the last man to cover the retreat. Broken Arrow rushed up to the brink of the abyss just as he turned to join his comrades. As Buffalo Bill was crossing the narrow plank, the chief of the Creeks chopped frantically at. it with his sharp-edged tomahawk. The border king turned and fired at him. Broken Arrow reeled and fell, shot through the brain. But he had done his work-or nearly done it; for Cody felt the plank crack under him as he literally raced across it. Hardly had he left it and put his foot in safety on the solid rock when Evil Eye, mad with rage at the escape of Dreaming Flower, strove to follow him. !'"'--_...., idway across, the plank snapped at the point where BroR-en Arrow had chopped at it, and, with an ear pier cing shriek, the one-eyed hag went down into the bottom less depths. The Creeks fired volleys of arrows and bullets over the T chasm at the fugitives, but they were back in the dark ness and lying flat on their faces, so that they suffered no hurt. At last Wanda ordered her braves to save their am munition. Their enemies, she said, must surely perish of hunger and thirst; for they were cut off from all retreat. So, indeed, it seemed at first to most of the fugitives themselves. They appeared to have merely exchanged a quick death for a lingering one. ;But the word "despair" was unknown in Buffalo Bill's lexicon. As soon as the firing ceased, he led the little party some distance back in the cave, and then lighted one of his pine-knot torches. I "Now we will look for a way out," he said coeerfully. "It is useless," said Red Plume, gloom written upon his face. "I have only brought Dreaming Flower here to perish miserably. There is no way out save by the tun nel. We had better kill ourselves and m:i.ke a quick end, rather than wait until we die of hunger and thirst." "Where has your courage gone, Red Plume?" cried the king of the scouts. "Never say die! Why is the air so fresh? It is fresher here than in the big hall. It seems to get fresher as we go along." This was true, and it gave renewed hope to all the party. Stumbling over the uneven ground, they pushed on ward, and at last found that the cavern took a sharp turn to the left and narrowed to a mere tunnel. They followed this for over a mile, and then Buffalo Ilill, ,;.rho was leading the way, gave a loud shout of joy. "What's the matter?" asked Wild Bill. "Look A star! The open heaven! There is the opening!" It was true. A star glimmered straight ahe::td of them, and, in a fe minutes, they were out of the tunnel and standing on the mountainside. With gratitude unspeakable, they rolled in the grass and smelled the fresh, green turf, which in their hearts they had never expected to see again, much as they had tried to keep up one another's spirits. In a few moments they sobered down and held a coun cil as to what was to be done next. Should they try to make their way on foot to General Custer's camp, or should they t ry to get the horses which had been left in the timber near to the other entrance of the cave? The latter course was decided on, as it was thought that the Creeks would certainly never be looking for them there. Buffalo Bill and Red Plume undertook the task of fetching the horses, so that the danger would be mini mized, and they carried it out successfully. Custer's camp was reached in safety, and the tale of the adventures in the cave excited the marvel of all who heard it. Dreaming Flower was sent, with an escort, to Fort Larned, and her faithful squire, Red Plume, of course, accompanied her. Custer took measures to ensure that the secret of the cave should not reach the Sioux. Guided by Buffalo Bill, he rode to it with a picked force of troopers on the fol lowing night, but only to find the birds flown. Wanda had taken no chances on there being another exit. She had at once sought a fresh hiding-place, with all her people. But the search of both the soldiers and the Sioux was unremitting and relentless. In time they hunted the Creeks down, inflicting heavy losses on them and forcing remnant of the tribe to sue for peace and give ample guarantees for their future good behavior. Wanda was among those who fell in the last engage ment. With her death, the resistance collapsed. 1 Soon after he returned to Fort Larned, General Custer was informed, while writing in his orderly room, that a gentleman had ridden up to the fort and wished to see him. He looked at the card which was handed to him, and read: "Edward Benoist." "The name on the picture!" exclaimed Cody. "It is Flower's father!"
.:S THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES He rushed excitedly to the quarters of a married officer with whose wife Dreaming Flower had found a tem porary home, and told the girl to give him the mor o cco leath e r cases with the miniatur e s. A lmost s n a tch ing them from her hands he hurried to the room where Mr. Ben o ist wa s waiting for him. Cu s ter wa s ted no time in intr o ductions. "Do you know the s e sir? he demanded, thrusting the cas e s into his vi s itor's han ds. Tre mblin g lik e a leaf M r. Benoist-an elderly, distin gui shed-loo king man-ope ned them. Heav e n s My wife-my child!" he cried and th e n fell in a de a d faint on the floo r. W hen h e reco v er e d h e t old General Cust e r th a t the pictur e s h a d be e n in the bosom of his wif e' s d ress w h e n s ev e nteen years before, s h e was slain by the Cre e ks in an attack o n a trad in g post. H e r b a by w a s the r e wit h h e r and it was n o t found a mon g the bodi es after the raid. What had become of th e child h e had not ev e n be e n abl e t o g u ess unt i l h e h e ard o f th e search for th e r e latives o f Dre aming Flower which Cu s ter had put on foot. Th e g en e ral at once t oo k Mr. Benoi s t t o itis d a u ghter, and w h e n he embraced her she wept for the firs t time sinc e her childl:iood for she had be e n given a training which made h e r re g ard tears as d e spicabl e w e akness. Yet s he w ept now not knowing why s he wept for nature s p o k e w ithin h er. Red Plume who faithful a s e v e r w a s b y her side, l ooked on at the m e etin g w ith mingl ed plea sure a nd p a in. T he n unnoticed by Dreaming Flow e r, he slipped out of t h e room. B u ffa l o Bill met him out s ide. "Wh a t is th e matt e r w i t h R ed P lum e ? a s ked B uff a l o Bill, for h e saw th a t th e young b rave's e yes we r e down cas t and his bre a s t was h eaving w ith e moti on tha t c ould har d l y be s uppressed. "Red Plum e i s sick. His h ea r t i s h e av y as l ea d He u sed t o h ave a h old on th e h eart of Dream in g Fl o w er. He l ea rn ed in se cr e t from her t e a cher h ow t o wr i te o n t h e speaking pape rs, so tha t h e c ould t ell h e r whe n she kn e w it not, t hat he l ov e d h er. A n d h e would watch the colo r come a nd go as sh e r ea d a nd h a p py th o u ghts d a nced in her eyes. T hat t ime has go ne. S h e h as fou n d her kin dred . S h e does n o t want Red Plume n ear h er. He will go back t o th e m ountai ns-and d i e "No! H e will go ba c k a nd live, like th e true-heart ed wa r r i o r t h a t he i s O ld sco r e s are for gotten. Those w ho ha t ed him a r e dead-o r n ea rl y all. His people, shatt e r e d a n d brok en, n eed him. Red Plu me wi111 go back t o the m make his p ea c e and wo r k to buil d u p th e Cree k n at i on. T h e yo un g bra ve' s e yes s hon e with a new h o p e "Red Plum e w ill go. It ma y be. t o the t o rtur e s t a ke, b u t wh a t matters ? He will go." Without another w o rd, h e shook Cod y' s h a nd and went t o s ad d l e hi s hor s e l e avin g Dreamin g Flo wer without a word of adieu which h e felt he could n o t be a r A f ter som e time he succeed e d in making hi s peace with h i s people; and ev e ntuall y he rose to b e paramount chi e f o f the Creek nation, an d was married happily to a bea u ti ful woman of his own race. A s for Dreaming Flower-now Miss Cecile B e n o i st a brilliant social career opened out before her her fath e r bein g a man o f great wealth. She married a di s tin guished foreigner and saw much of th a t grea t world which Belle Boyd had told her about when they wete both hiding in the cave by the waterfall from the ven g e ance of the Cre e ks. But amid it all she often longed, as Belle Boyd her self had done for the fre e life and fresh air of the moun tains and the prairies THE END. 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BRA VB 1\No BeLD Contains the Biggest and Best of all Descriptions. A Different and Complete Story Each Week. FOLLOWING IS A LIST OB' THE LATEST ISSUES: 11:.r-Dacey Dearborn's Difficulties; or, The Struggle of the Rival Detectives. By Clifford Park. IIJ-Ben Folsom's Courage; or, How Pluck Won Out. By Fred Thorpe 114-Daring Dick Goodloe's Apprenticeship; or, The Fortunes of a Young Newspaper Reporter. By Phil Willoughby. u5-Bowery Bill, the Wharf Rat; or, The Young Street Arab's Vow By Ed. S. Wheeler 116-A Fight for a Sweetheart; or, The Romance of Young Dave Mansard By Cornelius Shea. 117-Col. Mysteria; or, The Tracking of a Criminal to His Grave. By Launce Poyntz. uS--Electric Bob's Sea Cat; or, The Daring Invasion of Death Valley. By Robert T. Toombs. ng--The Great Water Mystery; or, The Adventures of Paul Hassard By Matt Royal. 1-The Electric Man in the Enchanted Valley; or, The Wonderful Adventures of Two Boy In' ventors. By the author of "The Wreck of the 'Glaucus.'" 1.:n-Capt. Cyclone, Bandit; or, Pursued by an Elec tric Man By the author of Wreck of the 'Glaucus.'" 122-Leste r Orton's Legacy; or, The Story of the Treasure B e lt. By Clifford Park. 123-The Luck of a FourLeaf Clover; or, The Re united Twins. By Cornelius Shea 124-Dandy Rex; or, An American Boy's Adventures in Spain. By Marline Manly. 125-The M a d Hermit of the Swamps; or, Ned Haw1.ey's Que st. By W B. Lawson 126-Fred M o rden s Rich Reward; or, The Rescue of a M i lli o naire By Matt Royal. 127-ln the Wonderful Land of Hez; or, The Mystery of the Fountain of Youth. By the author of the "Wreck of the Glaucus 12S--Stonia Stedman's Triumph; or, A Young Me chanic's Trials By Victor St. Clair 12g--The Gypsy s Legacy; or, Sam Culver's Mysteri ous Gift. By Cornelius Shea. 130-The Rival Nines of Bayport; or, Jack Seabrooke' Wonderful Curves By Horace G Clay 131-The Sword Hun ters; or, The Land of the Elephant Riders By Capt. Frederick Whittaker 132-Nimble Nick, the Cir cus Prin ce; or, The For tunes of a Bare back Rider. By Allen W. Aiken. 133-Simple Sim, the Broncho Buster; or, Playing for Big Stakes A Romance of the Rio Grande Ranches. By Lieut. A. K. Sims -Dick Darrel's Vow ; or, The Scourge of Pine Tree < Bend. A Romance of the Mines of Nevada. By Cornelius Shea' 135-The Rival Reporters; or, Two Boys' Sleek Scoop By J. C. C o wdrick. 136-Nick o' the Night; or, The Boy Spy of '76. By T C. Harbaugh. 137-The Tiger Tamer; or, The League of the Jungle By Capt. Frederick Whittaker. 13S--Jack Kenneth at Oxford; or, A Yankee Boy's Succe9s. By Cornelius Shea. 13g--The Young Fire Laddie: or, A Dandy Detective's Double-Up. By J. C. Cowdrick 140-Dick Oakley's Adventures; or, The Secret of the Great Exhibit By Clarence Converse 141-The Boy Athlete; or, Out with a Show in Colo rado. By Lieut. A. K.. Sims. 142-Lance and Lasso; or, The Children of the Chaco. A Tale of the South American Pampas. By Capt. Frederick Whittaker. 143-New England Nick; or, The Fortune of a Found ling. By Albert W. Aitken. 144-Air-Line Luke; or, The Engineer Detective. By J C. Cowdrick. 145-Marmaduke, the Mustanger; or, The Mysteries of Crescent Butte By Lieut. A. K. Sims 146>-The Young Desert Rovers; or, Brothers of the Plumed Lance. By Capt. Frederick Whittaker. 147-At Trigger Bar; or, Kit Keene, the Young Moun tain Detective. By T C. Harbaug'n. 14S--Teddy, from Taos; or, Wild Life in Arizona. By Albert W Aiken. 14g--Jigger and Ralph; or, The Strange Adventures of Two Chums. By J. C Cowdrick. 150-Milo, the Animal King; or, The Round the World Wanderer. By Capt. Frederick Whittaker. 151-0ver Many Seas; or, The Wild Beast Tamer's Chase. By Capt. Frederick Whittaker 15:r-Messenger Max, Detective; or, The Nighthawks of a Great City. By Marmaduke Dey. 153-Limerick Larry; or, The Luck of a Bowling Green Street Arab. By J. C. Cowdrick. 154-Hapy Hans; or, The Adventures of a Dutch Tracker. By Lieut. A. K. Sims 155-Colorado, the Half-Breed; or, A Chase Across the Continent. By Albert W. Aiken. t56-The Black Rider; or, Burgoyne's Terrible Foe. By Capt. Fred'k Whittaker. 157-Two Chums; or, The Young Cargo Contractors of Lake Erie. By Matt Royal. 15S--Bantam Bob; or, The Young Police Spy. By J. C. Cowdnck. 159--"That Boy Checkers;" or, Chased Halfway Around the Wotld. By Lawrence White, Jr. 16o-Bound Boy Frank; or, The Young Amateur De tective. By Herbert Bellwood. 161-The Brazos Boy; or, Among the Border Fire brands. By Lieut. A. K. Sims. 163-Battery Bob; or, The Young Dock Sleuth of Go tham By J C. Cowdick. 163-Business Bob; or, The Boy Spotter of the Slums. By Herbert Bellwood. 164-An Army Post Mystery; or, The Strange Voyage of a Balloon By Lieut. A. K. Sims. 16s-The Lost Captain; or, Skipper Jabez Coffin's Cruise to the Open Polar Sea. By Capt. Fred erick Whittaker. Say Die; or, The Oear-Grit Detective Trail. By Herbert Bellwood. 167-Nature's Gentleman; or, The Voyage of the "Saucy Kate.'' By Matt RoyaL All of the above numbers always on hand. If you cannot 1ret them from your newsdealer, five cents per copy will ltrinir them t you by mail, poatpald. STREET & SMITH, Publishers, 79-89 Seventh Ave., NEW YORK
DIAMOND DICK. WEEKLY Containing the Most Unique and Fascinating Tales of Western Romance. l=======,H 440-Diamond Dick, Jr., and the Fire Bugs; or, 463-Diamond Dick's Deadliest Foe; or, A Fight The Ten-Strike at Lallakoo. with a Destroying Angel. 441-Handsome Harry' s Iron Hand; or, Solving 464-Diamond Dick's Death Seal; or, The Beaua Great Diamond Mystery. tiful Bride of Salt Lake. 442-Handsome Harry' s Treasure Hunt; or, 4 65-Diamond Dick' s Ri o f Call; or, A Bad Three Old Tramps from Tou gh Luci<. Man s Oath of V engeance. 443-Handsome Harry' s Steel Trap; or, A Run-466-Diamond Dick in the Klondike; or, The ning Fi'ght in the Rockies. 444-Handsome Harry with a Hard Crowd; or, Crazy Crresus of the Yukon. A Blow-up on th e Mississippi. 467-Diamond Dick s Call to Time; or, The 445-Handsome Harry's Big Round-up; or, The Mystery of Chilkoot Pass. Beauty of Chimney Butte. 468--Diamond Dick's Golden Trail; or, The Bad 4 46--Handsome Harry in the Big Range; or, Man from Forty Mile. I Hey, Rube, in Arizona. 469--Diamond Dick on the Warpath; or, A 447-Diamo nd Dick s Gho s tly Trail; or, The Brush with Yaquis in Arizona. Phantom Engine of Pueblo. 470-Diamond Dick's Red Signal; or, The Rob-448-Diamond Dick s Boy Hunt; or, The Kidhers of the Roundhouse. napers of the Sierras. 471-Diamond Dick and the Coiners ; or, Shov......, 449-Diamond Dick's Sure Throw; or, The Q G --""-' Broncho Buster's Last Ride. mg a ueer ang. 450-Diamond Dick s Fight for Honor; or, The 472-Diamond Dick's Boy Pard; or, The Trail Wizard Gambler. of the Black Ring. 451-Diamond Dick Afloat; or, The Pirates of 473-Diamond Dick's Double; or, The Lone the Pacific. Bandit of the Sierras. 452-Diamond Dick's Steeple Chase; or, The 474-Diamond Dick's Silver Star; or, Cleaning Leap That Won the Race. U p a Bad Town 453-Diamond Dick's Deadly Peril; A Fight 475-Diamond Dick on the Fire Line; or, The for Life in the Rapids. Bo y s in Red at Lame D og. 454-Diamond Dick's Black Hazard; or. The 476---Diamond Dick's Hold-up; or, The Raid on Feud at Water. Robbers' Roost. 455-DiamonCt Dick's Darl
Nick Carter V\T eekly THE BEST DETECTIVE STORIES IN THE WORLD 434-The Cruise of the Shadow; or, Nick Car ter's Ocean Chase. 435-A Prince of Impostors; or, Nick Carter's Clever Foil. 436-The Mystery of John Dashwood; or, Nick Carter and the Wharf Seer et. 437-Following a Blind Trail; or, The Detect ive's Best Guess. 438-The Crime of the Potomac; or, The Telltale Finger Marks. 439-ln the Shadow df Death; or, Nick Carter's Saving Hand. 440-The Fear-Haunted Broker; or, Nick Cart e r's Great Lone-Handed Battle. 441-The Greenhouse Tragedy; or, The Stab Wound in the Dark. 442-A Clever Grab; or, Nick Carter's Worst Worry 443-The Myst e ry of the Front Room; or, Nick Carter s Marvelous Work. 444-The Crime of Union Square; or, Nick Carter s Ten Deductions. 445-A Millionaire Criminal; or, Nick Carter's Great Enigma. 446-The Broadway Cross; or, The Little Giant's Day of Fate. 447-The Princess Possess; or, Nick Carter's Beautiful Fo e 448-The Quexel Tragedy; or, Nick Carter s Midnight Message. 449-The Curse of the Quexels; ot, The Ghost of a Murdered B eauty. 450-Missing: a Sack of Gold; or, The Express Office Mystery. 451-The Great Cathedral Mystery; or, Nick Carter's Complic a ted Case. 452-A Play for a Million; or, Nick Carter's Beautiful Adversary. 453-The Pear-Shaped Diamonds; or, Nick Car ter s Most Delicate Task. 454-The Great Orloff Ruby; or, Nick Carter and the Demon's Eye. 455-Nick Carter's Human Weapon; or, The Woman with the Branded F a c e 456-The Compact of Death; or, Nick "-Carter's Sin g ed Hair Clew. 457-The Rajah's Revenge; or, Nick Carter's Bold Attack. 458-A Tragedy of the Sea; or, Nick Carter's Desperate Fight. 459-The Jiu-Jitsu Puzzle; or, Nick Carter's Athletic Enemy. 46o-Kairo the Strong; or, Ten !chi and the Human Cyclone. 461-Nick Carter's Strange Power; or, The Great Jewel Scandal. 462-Nick Carter and the Marixburg Affair; or, Foiling a Great Conspiracy. 463-The Millionaire Cracksman; or, Nick Car ter's Mascot Case. 464-The Mystery Man; or, Nick Carter's Smartest Opponent. 465-Scylla the Sea Robber; or, Nick Carter and the Queen of Sirens. 466-The Beautiful Pira te of Oyster Bay; or, Nick Carter's Strangest Adventure 467-The Man from Nevada; or, Nick Carter's Cowboy Client. ,, 468-Maguey, the Mexican; or, Nick Carter's Battle with Bloodhounds. 469-Pedro, the Dog Detective; or Nick Carter s Four-Footed Assistant. 470-The Automobile Fiend; or, Nick Carter s Motor-Car Case. 471-Bellini, the Black Hand; or, Nick Carter Among the Terrori s ts. 472-The Black Hand's Nemesis; or, One Against a Hun. dred and One. 473-An Expert in Craft; or, Nick Carter and the Jewel Thieves. 474-Nick Carter's Terrible Experience; or, The Crime of the Limited Sleeper. 475-The Mystery of an Untold Crime; or, Nick Carter's Marvelous Skill. 476-Diana, the Arch-Demon; or, Nick Carter's Run of Luck. 477-Captain Satan, the Unknown; or, Nick Car ter's Great Mistake. 478-A Wizard of the Highway; or, Nick Car ter's Test of Faith. 479-Abducted in Broad Day; or, Nick Carter's Duplicate Prisoner. 48o-The Tong of the Tailless Dragon; or, Nick Carter's Oose Shave. 481-The Padlocked Mystery; or, Nick Carter and the Death Plot Trap. A.It of the above number always on hand. If you cannot get them from your newsdealer, five cents per copy will them to you by mail, postpaid. -STRT & SMITH, Publishers, 79-89 Seventh Ave., NEW YORK
BUFFALO BILL STORIES 1 Containing the Most Thrilling Adventures of the Celebrated Government Scout "BUFF ALO BILL" (Hon. William f. Cody) 207-Buffalo Bill's Last Bullet; or, Solving the Mystery of Robber's Rock. 208--Buffalo Bill's Deadliest Peril; or, The Pursuit of Black Barnett, the Outlaw. 209-Buffalo "Bill's Great Knife Duel; or, The White Queen of the Sioux. 210-Buffalo Bill's Blind Lead; or, The Treasure of the Commander. 211-Buffalo Bill's Sacrifice; or, For a Woman's Sake. 212-Buffalo Bill's "Frisco Feud; or, California Joe to the Rescue. 213-Buffalo Bill's Diamond Hunt; or, The King of Bonanza Gulch. 214-Buffalo Bill s Avenging Hand; or, Lariat Larry's Last Throw. 215-Buffalo Bill's Mormon Quarrel; or, At 'vVar with the Danites. 216-Buffalo Bill's Deadshot Pard; or, The Evil Spirit of the Plains. 217-Buffalo Bill s Cheyenne Comrades ; or, The Brand of the Death Brotherhood. 218--Buffalo Bill's Fiery Trail; or, Lone Bear's Paleface Pard. 219--Buffalo Bill's Sioux Foes; or, The Noosing of Big Elk. 220-Buffalo Bill's Cold Trail; or, The Medicine Woman of the Apaches. 221-Buffalo Bill's Iron Fist; or, The Tiger of the Kiowas. 222-Buffalo Bill's Race with Fire; or, Saving His Enemies. 223-Buffalo Bill's Florida Foes; or, Hunting Down the Seminoles. 224-Buffalo Bill's Grim Oimb; or, Fighting Indians in Mexico. 225-Buffalo Bill's Red Enemy; or, The Wizard of the Comanches. 226-Buffalo Bill on a Traitor's Track; or, The White Chief of the Crows. 227-Buffalo Bill's Last Bullet; or, Red Ooud's Smoke Signal. 228--Buffalo Bill's Air Voyage; or, Fighting Redskins from a Balloon. 229--Buffalo Bill's Death Thrust; or, Snake Eye's Silent Doom. 230-Buffalo Bill's Kiowa Foe; or, Buckskin Sam's Red Hand. 231-Buffalo Bill's Terrible Throw; or, The Strong Arm of the Border King. 232-Buffalo Bill's Wyoming Trail; or, Wild Work with the Redskins. 233-Buffalo Bill's Dakota Peril; or, Wild Bill's Death Feud. 234-Buffalo Bill's Tomahawk Duel; or, Playing Redskins at Their Own Game. 235-Buffalo Bill's Apache Round-Up; or, The Redskin Renegade. 236-Buffalo Bill's El Paso Pard; or, The Red Whirlwind of Texas. 237-Buffalo Bill on the Staked Plain; or, Lance, Lasso and Rifle. 238--Buffalo Bill's Border Raid; or, Fighting Redskins and Renegades. 23y-Buffalo Bill's Bravest Fight; or, Star Eye, the Pawnee Princess. 240-Buffalo Bill's Heathen Pard; or, Lung Hi on the vV ar Path. 241-Buffalo Bill's Dakota Dare-cl evils; or, Rout ing the Redskins. 242-Buffalo Bill's Arapahoe Alliante; or, Fight ing the Tejons. 243-Buffalo Bill on Special Service; or, The Death Dance of the Apaches. 244-Buffalo Bill on a Treasure Hunt; or, The Secret Hoard of the Vaquis. 245-Buffalo Bill's Lost Quarry; or, Following a Cold Trail. 246-Buffalo Bill Among the Comanches; or, Loud Last Ride. 247-Buffalo Bill's Stockade Siege; or, Holding the Fort. 248--Buffalo Bill's Creek Quarrel; or, Lon Hair's Long Shot. 249--Buffalo Bill Among the Pawnees; or, Nick Wharton's Redskin Chum. 250-Buflalo Bill on a Long Hunt; or, The Tracking of Arrowhead. 251-Buffalo Bill's Wyoming Trail; oc, The Con quering of Red Hand. 11=========================1 11 I I All of the above numbers always on hand. If you cannot 1tet them from your newsdealer, five cents 1>cr copy wi11 brin1t them to you by mai1, postpaid. STREET & SMITH, Publishers, Seventh Ave., NEW YORK-
THE FA VO RITE LISL OF FIVE-CENT LIBRARIES BUFFALO BILL STORIES Buffalo Bill is the hero of a thousand exciting adventures among the Redskins. These are given to our boys only in the Buffalo Bill Stories. They are bound to interest and please you. TIP TOP WEEKLY We know, boys, that there is no need of introducing to you Nicholas Carter, the greatest sleuth that rver lived. Every number containing the adven ture s of Nick Carter has a peculiar. but delightful, power of fascina tion. ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY All sport_ s that boys are intere sted in, are carefully dealt with in the All-Sports Library The stories deal with the adventures of plucky lads while indulging in healthy pastimes. BRA VE AND BOLD .--Every boy who prefers variety in his reading matter, ought to be a reader of Brave .and Bold. All these were written by authors who are past masters in the art of telling boys' stories. Every fate is complete in itself. Do not think for a second, boys, that these stories are a lot of musty history, just sugarcoated They are all new tales of exciting adventure on land and sea, in all of which boy.;; of your own age took part. ROUGH RIDER WEEKLY Ted Strong was appointed deputy marshal by accident, but he resolves to use his authority and rid his ranch of some very tough bullies. He does it in such a slick way that everyone calls him ''King of the Wild West" and he certainly deserves his title. BOWERY BOY LIBRARY The adventures of a poor w aif whose only name is 'Howery Billy." Billy is the true product of the streets of New York. o boy can read the tales of his trials without irnb ibin g some of that re source and courage that makes the character of this homeless bo\ stand out so prominently.