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A WEEKLY PUBLICATIO ; .. -:::-. Issued Weekly. By subscription $2 .60 per year. Entered as Second-class Matter at tk N. Y. Post Office, hY STREET & SMITH, 79-89 Seven/It. Ave., N. Y. Entered accordingto Act of Congress in tk year 1908, in tk Office of the Librarian of Congress, Washing-ton, D. C. Beware of Wild West imitations of th e Buffalo Bill Stories They are about fictitious characters. The Buffalo Bill weekly i s the only weekly containing the adventures o f Buffalo Bill, (Col. W. f, Cody) who is known all over the world as the king of scouts No. 367. N E W YORK May 23, 1908. 1 Price Five Cents. Bill's Assistarice; OR /' THE BROTHERS OF THE BOW= STRING. By t h e auth o r of "BUFFAL O BILL" .. i' ? CHAPTER I. up c;;ill of yours, chief, has some red-hot business at the back of it?" AN INTERVIEW WINI THE CHIEF. "!hat's the way it stacks up." "Government business?" Finucane, chief of the San Francisco police, got up "Nothing less, Buffalo Bill, but it's a lioe of. governwith a smile and stepped to the door of his private room. ment business in which this municipality is vastly con' "Buffalo Bill, by all that's good! Well, well! this is cerned. We're up against a lot of crafty, slant-eyed lawa pleasure, and no mistake." breakers, who are operating between 'Frisco a nd the "Why," laughed the scout, taking the chief's outMexican line." stretched hand, "you act as though you were not expect"Ah Something in the Chi11k l ine, eh?' : ing me." "It's a graft entirely. got to c ooperate "You got my letter all right?" with United States officials and J do something to b reak up "Sure; that reached me at Fort Apache. If it hadn't this extensive dealing in slaves." en for the letter I shouldn't be here." "Slaves! That word }\as a gruesome sound in a free "In the first place," went on the chief, "you're on the country like this." hike so much of the time I wasn't at all certain my letter "You're right about that. The whole busipess is con would reach you; and then, in the next place, I didn't trary to the spirit of our institutions,_ and th a t is one know but you would have your hands so full you wouldn' t reason why it's got to be broken up ... Si\1ce that case of be able to c ome on here. Sit down; and, while you're Yee Wong, the entire matter has c '?._ m a poin t where sitting down, just burn one of these with me." something has got to be done." Pulling out a drawer in his desk, the chief offered his "What about Yee Wong?" r : ;if:' caller a box of cigars. The scout's interest was only langtiid. He liked In"I suppose," remarked the king of scouts, when comdians far and away better than h"' did Chinamen-:mrl fortably seated and with his cigar ,.going, "that this hurrythat, of course, much for t h e yell o w boys.


r i THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. "What!" exclaimed Finucane "Haven't you heard much about these yellow boys. I've met a few of the about the daughter of the big man over in the Flowery coolie class in the camps, mining over ground the whites Kingdom?" have worked, and a few bazaar-men and laundrymen in "Not a thing." the Chink quarters of various Southwestern towns, but "The newspapers were full of it--" that) as far as my knowledge of the Celestial goes." "For a long while I have been in the wilds of Utah, "You can' be a big help, all right," averred Finucane. and haven't been able to see a newspaper." "The principal work that confronts us is to find Yee "That's so. Your work must keep you out of touch Wong and send her back to her father. That will be an with the world a good share of the time, I reckon." / opening wedge, and, with that point successfully covered, "That is the way of it, chief Then, too, when I start I believe I can jump into the slave-trade and smash it in on a deal I can't think of much of anything else until single-handed." (he deal is wound up." "What do yf want me to dp ?" asked the scout. "Exactly! Your ability to concentrate your energies "Go to Y tim That place must be Tau Kee's principal is :; hat gives you your success. As to Yee Wong, she's port of entry. Probably the old hatchet-boy himself is a pretty Chinese girl from Shanghai, daughter of a manthere. If foti\can't find Yee Wong, get' Tau Kee by th. e darin, or something, who has the nm of the Forbidden heels and bring him on here. With the slave-dealer in City in Peking. However the game was worked, none of my hands, I believe I can force him to tell me the where us Americans have been able to quite figure out,. but abouts of Yee Wong." Yee Wong was spirited away from Shanghai, landed in The king of scouts sank back in his chair and gazed some Mexican port on the Gulf ol California, and smug-at the heap of ash gathering on the tip of his cigar. gled into the United States. We have been watching this Should he, or should he not, mix up in this yellow con port, and other Pacific ports up and down the coast, like spiracy? Finucane watched him anxiously. weasels for some time past . No Chinaman has l;>een al-"You may have Indians to deal with, Buffalo Bill," lowed to land until his photograph and his passport have s poke up the chief, "as well a.s Chinamen From what been examined with a microscope. As fot; Chinese the informer told the consul, Tau Kee has a force of women who tried to get into the co, untry, they have all Apaches and Mexicans helping him." been sent to one of the missions and then put aboard the '.'T 1is slave-trade mu s t be profitable?" said the scom, firi>t'steai:ne,r bound for the Orient. But none of those lifting his eyes to the chie,f with sudden interest at' the who arrived and were sent back was Yee Wong." mention of Apaches. "vVhat makes you so sure she was brought into this "Immensely so," was the response. "I don't imagine, country?'' however, that Apaches or Indians charge overmuch for "One of the yellow boys went to the Chinese consul and their services. Will you lend us a hand?" turned inforni'er. Tau Kee is one of the big slave-dealers, "It's the governqient end of it that appeals to me," re and has made a mint of money. He was back oJ the turned the scout. "Although the Chinese Yee Wong affair, according to the informer. Yee Wong,' have spirited Yee \!Vong away from her native copntry, with a dozen other young Chinese women, was brought yet we cmght to be able to show these Orientals that the up the Gulf of California and up the Colorado River to law, on this side of the water, is not entirely a dead Yuma. Whether Tau Kee has been able to bring Yee letter." W?nJS to 'Frisco or not we do not know. 'Frisco's Buffalo Bill knocked the ashes from his cigar into an Cliinatown, as you are perhaps aware, is a mysterious ash-tray, and got up. place. The biggest part of it is underground. When a "I'll go to Yuma..," he added, "and c;lo what I can." I yellow fugitive, or a slave, reaches Chinatown, it is next "Good !"-said the chief, drawing a deep breat\:t of satis-1 to jmposs]ble for ilie police to do anything." faction. "I feel, now, as though Yee Wong wAs as good "If you could lay hands dn the Tau as found." f Kee--" "Don't bank on anything, FinucaneP cautioned the "Which is precisely what we can't do. Tau Kee may scout. "You have sprung a new deal on me, and 'for be ,lying low in some of those dismal underground holes, ways that are dark and tricks that are vain' the Chinafoiall we \

' THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 3 the intentions and doings of the police. I have no doubt but that the Sc:.m-sings know you and your pard are in the city, and that you have been called here by me to help recover Yee Wong. Keep your eyes skinned both ways for trouble, Buffalo Bill, both while you are in the city and while you are about your work in Yuma." "I always do that," smiled the scout. "I should hate mightily to have you or your pard found with a dagger in the breast or the blue mark of a bow string about the throat." "No Chinaman will ever steal sttch a march on us, Finucane," returned the scout confidently. "I can't think so; but, if you should run into any trouble before leaving the city, call me up on the phone and I'll do what I can to help you As soon as it is discovered hat you are looking for Yee Wong-and it will be dis covered, you may rest assured of that-the Sam-sings will get word to the Brothers of the Bow-string." "And who," queried the scout, standing at the threshold with one hand on the door-knob, "are the Brothers of the Bow-string?" "That is the name the Chinese have given to Tau Kee's followers. Their favorite weapon is a catgut string, or a silken cord." "Stranglers, eh?" "That's our name for them." J "Well, they'll have a time of it getting a bow-string around my throat. I'll look for those papers in the morn ing, chief, and will leave for Yuma s ome time during the day. You may expect a report from me any time within a couple of weeks. Adios !" ,.t",, #'J.="l . YJ I. CHAPTER II. NOMAD RISES TO A BAIT. Old Nomad, the scout's trapper pard, was tilted back iri a chair \n front of the Afton House. It was nine o'clock, and Nomad was waiting for the scout to get back from his interview with the chief. For a week, no nothing of moment had come the way of the pards. As usual, a t such times, the old trapper had begun to gro\V restive and discontented. "A town like thls:_hy ar," he ruminated, "is too hefty fer Buffler an' me. A handful o' 'dobies, stuck on ther side o' a hill, is a big enough town fer anybody . What's er use of er place so long an' wide ye kain't take er pasaar around the wit11out gittin' lo'st? Waugh! An'. thar ain't no excitement in these diggin's, as I kin find. When ther baron declined ter come ter : Frisco with us, but went ter Yuma, I reckons his head was l e vel. f I had et tet do over ag'in I'd hev stayed with him n'--" Nomad sudden1y cut short his reflections. A China man bad fluttered swiftly along the street and come to a halt in front' of the hotel door, directly under the rays of an electric light. The Chinaman was above the coolie class, that was certain. He had on a round, highbinder hat of dark-blue blouse and trousers, and gold-embroidered san dals. 1 After hesitating a moment l;ie fore the d o or, h e turned to Nomad. A precautionary look had assured the Chinaman that there were no other white man in front of the hotel. "Exalted one," said the Celestial to the old trapper, "will your high nobleness give my despicable affairs your attention for a little?" That was the best "pidgin" talk Nomad had ever heard from a pigtailed heathen. His curiosity was aroused in a flash, and a faint grin of amusement worked its way over His weather-beaten features. "Ye're shore a bright one at slingin' ther Melican lingo," said he. "Whar did ye l'arn ?" "You are pleased to compliment my insignificant tal ents," said the Chinaman, wringing his hands. "I have learned the language of the white devils in the mission schools, and am now a clerk for the most honorable Yuen Chang, Chinese consul at this port. The consul has rewarded my degraded abilities with the office of interpreter." "Sartinly ye're ther queerest Chink I ever met up with. But what's ther u s e o' underratin' yerself all ther time? Seems ter me like ye must be some persimmons among ther yaller boys, ef ye ; re able ter tork like thet an' hold aown a job fer ther consul." ' "I am the meanest of his servants," purred the other, "but I try to be faithful." "Waal, what's ther ante?" "My profound ignorance keeps me from understanding the sublime language of your nobleness." "Thet's er long-winded way o' sayin' no sabe, eh?" laughed Nomad, greatly tickled. "Which I means ter ask what d'ye want? I might put aside my orful maj'esty long enough ter answer a question, I retkon.".' .. "Tell me, then, where is the big high .man called 'Codr? I must find him at once." The trapper dropped (l;iis chair down on the walk at that, and began to take a deeper interest in the Chinaman. "He ain't hyar. Why? What d'ye want "It is the consul, Yuen Chang, who wants him, and he wants him in a hurry." The interpreter t-0ttered despairingly on his sandals. "Where is the big 1'igh man ?" he asked. "Gone fer a confab with ther chief o' perlice," replied the trapper. The messenger threw the big sleeve of his blouse over his face in an agony of disappointment . "Tough luck!" muttered the trapper. "There is another, Illustrious," prcx::eeded the China man, dropping his arm, "who might help me. you refresh my contemptible intellect with a little kpowJedge concerning Nicholas Nomad, friend of tqe big high man?" All these mouth-filling adjectives, coming from a black hatted Chinaman, filled the trapper with growing mirth. This particular hatchet-boy was as good as a circus. "Waal, neighbor," chuckled Nomad, "yP.'ve run out one trail, anyways. l'm ther ombray thet travels with ther big high streak er lightnin' called Buffier Bill." The interpreter gasped, and all but went down on his knees. "For this," he breathed, "I will burn a dozen punksticks at the altar of Gow Dong." "I ain't er keerin' how many punk-sticks ye burn," said Nomad, "purvidin' ye cut loose an' tell me what want."


4 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. ''Will the Most Noble listen to his trifling servant'?" continued the messenger. "Waugh! Ain't I listenin'? Tear off yer langwidge, but don't strain yerself too much on .them big words." "The most honorable Yuen Chang wishes speech imme diately with the. big high man, Cody. The big high man is just now unfortunately absent; would, therefore, the illustrious Nomad accompany his despised guide to the home of the consul and take a message from him?" "Why didn't ye bring ther message?" "Such a miserable person is not to be trusted with the consul's important a:lhirs.'1 "Kain't ye wait 'till Buffi'er comes back from ,per lice ?" ... ... ''The matter is of such importance it cannot wait." "Waal, seein' as how ye're ther cutest trick of er rateater I ever seen, I reckons I'll go ye oncet. Wait hyar a minit." Nomad got up and started for the hotel door. The Chinaman stepped hastily toward him. 11The highly esteemed of the gods will not be long?" he asked. "Et'll take me jest erbout er brace er shakes." Tbtereupon the old trapper slid thr9ugh the door. All the way up-stairs to the room occupied jointly by him s elf and the scout the trap'per was chuckling to him self. "Funnit)st yaller-mug I ever seen!" he guffawed as he opened the door of the room and let himself in. "What ever d'ye. reckon ther consul wants ter tell Bqffler? JYiebby et has somethin" ter do with "vhat ther chief er perlice is tellin' him. Anyway$, I'm goin' ter find out. Things was gittin' monotonous fer me till thet highfalutin Chink showec;l up.'' Nomad's revolverTbelt was hanging on a bed-post. Pulling one of the weapons out of its holster, he slipped it into hip pocket. / 'Now I!tp loaded fer b'ar," he th9ught, leavir.1g the room and s\at.1;,ing down-stairs again. ''.I ain't loG>kin' fer tretible, exactly, ye kin gamble I ain't er dodgin' As h ; through the he found the messenger sileptly awaiting him. "Lead on1 !pY. said the trapper. The me5Senger off through the gloom ,pf the his and s"."itly_ over the !"la:vements. Nomad, unfam1l1ar with the t1ty, did not noticliJtlfat they traveled by dimly lit byways, all but deserte d. The !.)ouses became shanties and pushed closer to gether. The twQ and three-story shanties had back of the. pal onies, in the dim rays of paper lan terps, the .trapper lTIOre than once caught a of a bar'rtt,d window. In thi!' part <;H the I town there was more life, a co11-tim1oi1s chatter going up on every hand. Nowhere Nomad see anything but Chinamen. They sat on benches, or in dOO'fwaf.:;, or stood in knots on the sid&-'' walk. Coolies heavy baskets swinging from -carrying ii:ioles. Pape'f" banners fluttered at the shopfronts. Over all was the indescribable odor to be found wherever> 01-ientals thitk1y congregate-disagreeable to ?n American nose, althot1gh now and then made more beatable by the fumes of burning incense. Steadily onward went the trappC'r's g11ide, picking his 'A(ay unerringly along squalid stre et s ,and still more squalid alleys. Chinamen cleared the way before them, squinting their eyes at the white man as he passed. "Looks like Chinktown in Phoenix," said Nomad to himself. "Et's takin' us er blame' long while ter find ther consul. I say, thar, Charley!" he called aloud. The interpreter halted and turned. "Speak, exalted highness," said the Chinaman. "How much farther ye goin'? 'Pears like we w S\ gittin' right inter ther heart o' Chinkdom." "We have reached the Place of the Twenty Thousand Delights," said the Chinaman, "and here we find the consul." He turned, mounted a short flight of steps, and ett tered a lighted doorway. Nomad followed, and pres ently found himself in a 1 ng-, low room. The room filled with Celestials, s1 ing, drinking tea, and playmg pi-gow. Where the "tw y' thou sand delights" came in, Nomad was unable to unc rstand. Several times, during that flight into the Chines quarte. r, the grateful pressure of the revolver at his ad reas sured the trapper. they were goi'i'.ig 'to see the consul and maybe they weren't. Anyhow, old N9mad was having an aJ, venture, and that was someth\lig he had been pining fo.r. ..... _' As long as the cute heathen. in the black hat, with the high-strung way of expressing himself, within arm!: reach, Nomad wasn't doing much worrying. He hW : brought the trapper there and he w9uld take a' 1at '. again, even if he had to be prodded with the p oint forty-four. ' The Chinaman cut across the low room and a door. at the foot of a rickety stairway. l)p the narroW, dimly lighted flight the trapper fo1lowed, his harn ;l. ha.1 pushed under the edge of his coat. : .,, His guide :halted at the head of the stairs, 1 his yellow palm, pressed sharply against the f rusty nail. A panel slid open in the wall, revea1u;g a;., narrow corridor I. dimly lighted, like the stairs "Enter, Illustriou ;: said the Chinaman, bowing 'vaving ftis hand. "Not ef I'm onter my job l I" snorted Nol'nai;f." "I've follcired ye, an' up ter J1ow' 1 hevn't made ,no' }ielc., but right hyai:-'s whar I lays O:ow1i. I didn't tl!t find ther. cor\sul livin' in no palace, but I'll bet' my .efle. agin' er C11ink waslHkket 11e don't h'ev no hole in th er wall like th et." ; "Y ;u will End him in there," it;tststcl Cliinamir "What' ye' givin' us?" growled Nomad, fl.ashil'!g.'1tls revolver. "Spawn of' a 'jackal!" yelped the China man, changing his manner. ''Vvhat will you do with :yot1t'; white devil gu'n.? Enter!" "What'll I do with tht.1 gun, ve rat-eater?" answered the old trapper hot! n:r/) smt

.. THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 5 CHAPTER III. .. HUNTING FOR NOMAD. It was ten o'clock that night bdore Bu ffalo Bill got back to the Aftot] House, after his interview with the chief. Nomad hat:! said he would be up and waiting for him, but the trapper was not to be seen in frortt of the hotel or in the office. "Probably he got tired waiting," thought scout, 'and turned in. 'Frisco is a big town, but it 's a lonesome place for Nick. He'll be tickled out of his boots when I tell him we're to leave for Yuma to-morrow." Passing up the stai rs the scout made his way to his room. One of the gas-jets was light ed and turned l ow. The old trapper was in neither of the two beds with ...-which the room was furnished. From one of the beds hung his revolver-belt. The scout saw that one of the revolvei:s was missing. "Th:ere's something here that I can't under s tand," thou gh t Buffalo Bill. ''Nick isn t in the hotel; he has gone away somewhere and taken one of his revolvers. Why did he go? That's the question." Leaving the room, the scout went down to the office to rnake some inquirie of the Jlight clerk. Yes, the clerk h ad seen Nomad go up-stairs to hi s room and then cqme down and go out again. He had left no word, and, c,onsequentJy, the <;Jerk had no idea where, or why, he had gone. While the scout was with the 'the telephone-bell rang. '11-"Somebody f9r yoq, Mr. Cody," called the clerk ; turn ing away from the telephone. Puzzled and perpkxed, the' scout had started across the office toward the outside dooi. At the call frol}l the clerk, a thou gh t darted through' his mind that his parcl was callin g him up to report his whereabouts. thi s, however the scout was di s appointed. 'fhe call had come from police headquarters. "That you, Cody?" "Yes." "Well, this is Finucane. Where's your pard ?" "That's wlnt I m just trying to find out. When I got back here; he had vanish ed---.and taken one of his guns with him. "It's as I feared, then. The Samsings have spotted both of ybu. lt hasn't taken them long to begin their work." "Wl1at QO you mean? Have you heard anything about Nomad?" "<01;1_e of our Chink spies blew in h ere, a few minutes ago, with a story I did11't more than half believe; but, now that you tell me Nomad has mysteriously vanished, I'm inclined to take some s ck in the yarn." "Is he in .danger ?" > i iio:;;iit--"The worst kind. I <:ain't tell yoit very much over the phone, but I'm sending one of my best men hot-fo o t to :i. help you out. Whatever is done will have to be done in /.\'" hurry. The man's name is Gordon. Wait there till i.'l. ,.,., .-J).e comes." Finucane rang off abr11p\ly. Buffalo Bill, even more perplexed than he had been before, left the telephone and began pacing the office. It hardly possib!e to hif11 that the_ Sam:sings could have so qmckly engmeered a plot agamst his old pard. And' yet, if Finucane's statemen t was to be be lieved, that exactly what. had happened. While the scout was still pacing the office, a slender, sharp-eyed man came briskly in from the street. He carried a bundle under one arm. After taking a quick survey of the office, he waiked straight to the scout. "Buffalo Bill?" he queried, in a low voice. "My name," answered the scout, giving his interlocfUor a sharp look. "I'm Gardon-from police headquarters. Are you armed?" ''I will l;le in a minute." "Tl1en hurry; we haven't much time to lose." The sc,out went up to his room and buckled on his revolvers under his coat. Wl1en he canie down, Gordon was waiting foF him, and they left the hotel together. "What's the matter with Nomad?" queried the scout "The Sam-sings baited a hook for him," answered Gordon, "and he rose to the bait." "A spy reported that to you?" "To the chief-yes . So far as Chinatown is conT cerncd, the department wouldn't be able to do a thing if it wasn't for the Chipk spies. This spy was in a han;:; out known as the Place of the Twenty Thousand Delights. J,n old hatchet-boy went through the piace with a white man in tow. The spy saw half a. dozen Chinks get up from the tables, step out of their sandals, and creep after the two in their bare feet. The spy is a game 'u1i, so he off his own sandals and went alo11g with the rest of the Chinks. . 1 'One of the foreign devils who is hun ng W1;mg,1 the spy overheai;d one of the Sam-sjngs O the others.' Then, from the foot of the stairs1 the spy; saw the Sarn. si11gs creep up as noiselesly as shadows and throw the white man through a secret door in the wall. The waited for no more. He had to dtick before the San1-s ings came down; and he didn't draw a long breath until be had reached the big stone yamen and told his little story to the chief. "It couldn't have happened once Jn a t times that we'd have a spy rjght on the scene of sutjl a -knock:. down. It's your luck, I reckon, Bl1ffalo Bill, to haye the turn out that way. We know f9-r sttre the white man was your pard, but 1t looks'. pretty probable. .'. ,\ "It wasn't thought best to bring a special detail. The less the Chinks know what you're about, the more success you're liable to have. For the sante reason, we have left the gong-wagon oiit of our calculations. The moment it struck Chinatown the outposts would have scurried through the quarter and spread the news. It's yott and I for it, Buffalo Bill, and we'll have to work like weasels." "We can't hope tQ avoid being seen," said the scout. "Vle've go t to keep you from being recognized, at all events," answered Gordon. "If the Sam-sings found out you wexe in Chinatown, we'd be ptit to it to get you out alive." "They're the boys for quick action, an right," rett1r11ed the scou t, "but l reckon they'd find I had quite a little to say in a s11ow-down. It beats me how my old pard ever allowed him se lf to get lured away from the hote1." "The yellow-mug that turned the. ti:ick is, one of the smo othe s t articles that ever sat in at a round of fan-tan. He was educated Jn the missions and he. can throw the Melican talk like a college professor. Sin is his name, and he's plumb full of siu at that." "How lon g ago was it that your spy saw u; 1 Dig leading Nomad th.rough that room?" (


6 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. "Not much more than an hour. A good many things h may happen in an hour, though, ii1that part of town." "Nomad wasn't born to cash in on any such deal as this," said the scout, with confidence. "The Chinamen ;. f CHAPTER IV. THE PLACE OF TWENTY THOUSAND DELIGHTS. will find they have trapped a hornet, and some of the "Is this fellow of the Sam-sings?" the Sam-sings are going to be sorry." scout, holding a hand over the prisoner's mouth while "All I hope is," said Gordon, "that wt! can find Nomad, two pieces of stout cord from an inner and find him in time." pocke f G S h d h "He was on outpost duty, and gave me the challenge In ollowmg down eary treet t e scout an t e of one 'of Tau Kee's Brothers of the Bow-string," re officer had come to an open square. Heye, in the shadow of a column upholding a golden ship, Gordon halted turned the officer. "We're getting 'warm,' all right' and began unwrapping his bundle. The yellow rascal wouldn't be here if there wasn't something to watch." "There's an old a _blouse, and. a p;i.i_r of Having bound the Chinaman wrist an

' I 'J. THE BBF,FALO BILL.':STORIES. ( .. .. 1 7 The rickety roof shook and wobbled, and it looked for Chink we caught in the alley!" muttered Gora moment as though it would surely fall anri carry \he don w"He has either got loose himself, or some one has two venturesome men down with it. found him and set him free. I know the lingo, and he's However, t!Je shaking gradually ceased. Lying flat telling them down there about it. If we can't get through arad listening, the scout and the officer waited for three this door, we're going to have the fight of our lives to get or four minutes. At the end of that time, no evidence away." appearing that they had been overheard, they got up and The shrill voice below came tq a halt. A chorus of went to w k at the window again. fierce voices and a rush of feet followed. With one bai-gone, they succeeded in bending the other "Maybe," said Buffalo Bill, "the Chink will take the upward, thus making a space large enough for them to mob to the alley--" . crawl through. But, even as the scout spoke, the folly of his words The window on the other side of the bars was open. became manifest. The Chinamen below were not rush Gordon wriggled himself through first. Buffalo Bill, being through the front or rear door of the house, but ing wider in the shoulders, had some difficulty in folwere crowding into the hallway at the foot of the stairs. lowing, but at last he managed to make it. "They're coming!" the scout whispered, whirling about "''Hist!" murmured Gordon. and making toward the officer. J As he and the scout stood silently by the window, the "Here's the nail that operates the door," breathed deep, stertorous breathing of a near-by sleeper struck Gordon huskily; "shall we go on, or make a run back on their ears. to the alley--" How was it possible, the scout asked himself, for any "We'll go on !" declared the scout. "If my old pard man to sta y a s leep during the noise he and Gordon had is in this hole, I'll either get him out or stay here with made on the shed roof? him. Open the door-quick!" A match was carefully struck and the mystery was at The Sam-sings were already clambering up the stairs once revealed. as Gordon pushed against the nail. Push as hard as he The room in which the two white men found themwould, the mechanism refused to work. .. selves was small, square and de s titute of furniture. On "It's secured-on the other side!" gasped Gordon. a str;aw mat, near one wall a shd eled-faced Chinaman "Break it down! Use your hatchet! I'll gain what was stretched out. In h is limp hand was a long, opiumtime you need!" smqker's pipe. On the floor near his head was a small Whirling back to the head of the stairs, Buffalo BUI lamp and a brass jar. grabbed the first Chinaman who reached the top, knockGordon gave a grim laugh. ing a knife out of his hand and hurling him back on those iNo fear of him, s aid he; he's dead to the world. behind. Now for the wall and that s ecret door." The uproar of the mix-up that followed was terrific. Picking up the spirit-lamp G o rdon tried to light it. The falling Chinaman overtoppling tho!le below, sent a,11 The alcohol had been burned oi1t, h o wever, and the lamp to the foot of the flight in a shrieking tangle of arms, was useless. heads, and legs. . "We ma y not need it, anyho'w," went on Gordon put-High above the clamor arose--the sound of fierce blo\.vf ting the lainp back \ v here he had found it. "There's rain e d on the panel in the wall. pro bably a light in the hall, but we'll be in unknown Sprin g ing to the officer's side, the si;out himself r eg ion s after we p:rs s the secret door, and a thing like with all his force against the door. It gave way with a that would have come handy." crash precipitating him info the corridor that fay. be-The scout had already g roped his way to the door of yond. the ro om. Softly opening .. i.t, h e peered out. Here there was blank darkness, but the scout was A long, cheerless s tretched before him. It was again in the midst of foes, for he couJg-.. feel them pushfeebly lighted by an oil-lamp hanging midway of its ing to get past him in the narrow spae;.1... Ri ght and left his arms with force of twin which h e and Gordon had h e ard on the battering-rams1 joltipg strange oaths out' 9fthe astounded rdpf 'Yas louder now, ahd apparently came from a roon;i yellow men. < '., at .. front of the bui1ding and near the f9ot of the "Where are you, Buffalo Bill?" Gordon, from s tairs. somewh e re behind. ,,. f'The passage is clear," the scout. "Here!" yelled the scout. "Here are more of the ''Then,'1 retutned the officer, "now's our time, anri Sam-sings, and we'll have to wa!k o:ver them." we111 have to work with a rush." Suddenly a light appeared farther down the passage. Out into the hall they went, Gordon taking the lead Pigtailed heads choked the way the light gleaming on .-.and g iving close scrutiny to the right-hand wall as he kntves that were hastily drnwn and flourished. approached the head of the stairs. But the scout's blood was up. Those Sam-sings "".ith "The spy said that the trap works with a spring and their knives barred his way to Nomad, and he flung h1mtliat a nail in the wall controls the mechanism/'1 whisself against them irresistibly. . pered the officer. "Watch at the head of the stairs, Buf-Crack, c r ack crack came the notes of h1s falo Bill, while I hunt for the nail." forty-five, echoing thunderously in the cramped quarters. In that vile-smelling den, surrounded by many and So narrow was the that Gordon could be of no help, unknown perils, the slow seconds were like minutes, and except to keep off those who might c6riHnne mounting the minutes like Ii.ours. b y the stairs. To the scout filone fell' the task of cleatSuddenly a wildly excited voice broke high over the in g the path in front. ,: '1 .. chattering below. The chattering ceased, but the voice There was no keeping back this foreign devi l with kept on with frantic intensity. th. e gun. ,-


8 ,. THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. "Feng-shin! wildly. feng-sbin!" chattered the of himself. He recalled how the Chinaman m the black hat, spouting Eng lish like a college gra<,iuate, had called on him at the hotel ; h o w he had accompanied him o s tensibl y on a trip to th e house of the consul : ; and then, Four of their number were lying in tlre hall; and there were others, able to keep their feet indeed, but bearing upon them marks of the scout's fists At the first cry of "feng-shin!"-"earth devil' '-a panic set in. Like s o many rats the Chinamen scampered along the corridor, thinking only of escape from this white marvel, who seemed to have a dozen arms and the power of a hundred men. finally how h e had been g rabb e d and throwri e ek and heels throu g h a hol e in the wall. \ < Beginnin g thu s at th e v e r y c o m n 1 e ncement: of hi s u s ual e x p e ri e nce, he foll o w e d it down throu., by link, to that room s omewhere in the hidden re g i o n ? of the Plac e o f Twenty Thousa nd Deli g hts . "Et' s chuck full er d e light, thou ght 'Noniad grimly. "I know s I reckon, b e ka s e I've s ampled 'em. Ther pas s in jo y o' b e in s la m m e d d ow n froin behrpd an CHAPTER V. NOMAD S NUMEROU S "DELIGHTS." ., mered b e tween ther eyes with er piece o brass n othin' beside ther con s oomin ple asure q' layin' here, hog-tied like e r s teer, wonderin what brand o dellglit ther fat yaller-bo y i s puttin' d own fer me in his dope' 'The old trapper wa s a s urpri s ed man when the rush book." behind him was heard and he felt him s elf lifted bodily Nomad cou g h e d and twi s t e d him s elf up int o a sittin g.' and thrown headlong throu g h the s ecret door. l;'he rear pos ture. Some one started forward from the oth@f sid,e ; attack of the Sam-&ings had been noisele s sly executed o f the room. that he had learned nothin g of their approach 1mtil too It was the treacherous G:hinaman in the black hat. .. late to lift a hand for his own prot e ction. A look of rage crossed th e old trapper's face and When be fell, the Sam-sings piled upon him s triking p ulled s avagel y at tlie cord s se curin g hi s hands. ,"' him their fist s Somethin g like a knuc k l e -du s t e r You o nner y, low-d o wn s p e cim ent of e r rat eat er!" he mt,tst have caught him between the e y e s for jus t a s he cried, ef I was loo s e fer a minit I'd make chop-sooey out was m;jlj!{l\,(o/._ e:;r:, / .: ... fir' ---7:.1'."',f .... ii.'


THE BL'FFALO BILL STORIES. 9 Here the man in the black hat butted in w ith m ore remarks in Chinese. The fat C hinaman n o dd ed, t osse d away his cigarette, clo se d his book, and locked it in a lacquered bcx which s t oo d o n the table be s id e the lamp. Tossing his cue lan g uidl y over f!is s houlder he got up and waddled arouljld th e end of the e b o n y c o unt e r. "You makee die s aid he n o nchalantly to "makee go tops ide. Savvy? B y mb y come Brothers of the Bow-strin g, mak ee pull at bre ath w ith c o rd. "Why, ye infernal, s lante y e d strang l er!" cri e d Nomad "ye're makin yer s elf out ter b e n o thin more'n a com moQ killer, and the r wu s t kind o f e r l owd own kill e r at thet. / Mebby ye'lf'do what y e say, an mebb y y e won't. The big high m a n i s l oo s e in 'Fris c o an' he ll find out what's become o me E f ye purce ed ter yer schedule thar'll be a gin ral massacree o Chink s hyarabouts "' The fat Chinaman lis t e n e d patiently, w ent o ver to a side wall, kick e d a t t h e mo pb oard, and then pa sse d through au o pe nin g that s uddenl y app eared before him. 'The opening clo s ed, and N o mad wa s left alone with Sin Dig. The betpye r w ent a rou nd behind th e ebo n y counter sat down in th e fat man 's chair and lifted his gold embroid e red s andal s t o th e top of th e c ounte r Then he be?.an s moking cigar ettes o f hi s own 'The illu stri9 u s o ne/' he sn eere d will s o on be in a c 9untry where h e cann o t int erfe re with Tau Kee s bu s i-. "'n e ss." i :" I don ? t know e r thin g Tau Kee, ner erbout Ye.e Vjong," s riarl e d 'NQ111act, "but I do know thet ef I was .. loo s e fer a h o l y 'you'd em ig rate ter a land whar ;ye c-0uldn t fo o l white men." "t -Sin pig : g ave a s up e rci.Jlous grin and into sil ettc"'. M irit 1 te f ollowe d minute, the trapper working 1aard but fruitl ess l y to : fr e e > bi s wri s t s of the. cords that r then,_ still strainpg, five low brow e9 \ s c o u dre l s g1id'l:d into the ro o m one of them .carryin g with a noose end No. w o r d ;Ava s spoke1J ... Sin Dig s im p l.y n o dd ed t oward Nomasi the door and along the corridor' out s ide. F ollo wing them in ho,t pur suit came Buffalo Bill. The scout would have p as s e d the d oo r had Nomad not found bis tongue and give u a warning shout. The 1cal1 was


, v IO THE BUFF BILL STORIES. I \ Into the room plunged Buffalo Bill. He was but an instant sizing up the situation, and. !inother instant in felling the wily Sin Dig with a straight-arm blow. "Buffier I" panted the trapper. "Kin I believe my eyes, er .am I seein' things in my sleep, like what I was a spell ago?" "You're seeing things, all right, Nick," panted the scout, "but they're real and full of ginger. We've got all Chinatown about our ears and--" "I wouldn't hev knowed ye in thet Chink git-up, I reckon, ef I hadn't seen yer boots. However did ye--" "Not much time for talk, Nick," interrupted the scout, picking up a knife, which the fleeing strangler had dropped, and sfashing it through his pard's cords. "You're free now," he added. "On your feet and do your part against the Chinks." "Thet's me I" whooped the trapper, rising. "Have you a gun?" "I did hev when I come hyar, but et's gone." "Take one of mine," and Buffalo Bill gave up the weapon he was carrying. Just then Gordon flung into the room and slammed the door. There was a bolt, and he shot it swift1y into it s socl(et. "' "T)1ey're after us !" he puffed, "a regular swarm of 'em! The Sam-sings are gathering like a swarm of bees. Our only hope is to stay here and fight until th<;! gong-wagon comes." 1 "But will it come?" demanded the scout. ''Sure it wlll come The policeman on thi s beat will hear the uproar and s end in a hurry-up call." As the bfficer finis hed, an attack was made on the door. From the sound, the corridor out s id e was packed witjl Sams ings. "Here!" called the scout, springing to the couter. It was small, but heavy, and th e s cout and the officer carried it to the door and placed it acros s for a barricade. "Peel off your Chink fixings, Buffalo Bill," said Gor don, suiting his own to the worc:j.. "If a detail come s to our reli e f it won't do to have them mi s take us for hatchet-boys." Only a moment or two was necessary to get out of the l:ireeches and blouses. "\Vhat's _this ?h asked Gordon, laying one hand on the lacqu e red box. whar ther fat Chink keeps his books," said Nomad. "Important, then!" muttered the officer, noticing how the door was yielding under the fierce attack from the outsjde. '4Whatever happens in here, Cody," he added, "one of us f!/USt get away with that box." "Thar's no n e ed o' us stayin' hyar, said Nomad "l've' seen some o' ther Chinks git out by a private way. Ef ye wants ter take a leap in the dark--" "Where's the door?" demanded Gordon briskly. "All Chinatown is full of secret doors and mysterious pas sages," The trapper walked over to the mopboard. and gave it a kick. 'The side of the wall ell away. Standing in the dark et;itrance thus revealed, the officer looked down a ?,loomy 'stairway. 'Perhaps," he observed, "it's a passage to the street. Come oh, friends, and we'll chance it.'' He leaped back to pick up the bo x. "Bring the lamp, Cody," he added, "and each of you r keep a i,-evolver in your hand. Where we're going I don't know, but it offers a petter chance than we have here." With a six-shooter in his right hand and the box in his left, Gordori down the st airs. Buffalo Bill followed with the lamp. Nomad lingered to Sin Dig to his feet and grab him by the cue. "Make so much as er stutter, ye whelp," he hissed in the's ear, while he caressed his chest with the point of his revolver, "an' I'll blow a hole through ye: The boot's on t'other foot now, an' et's you who're dancip' ter my music." Kicking the Chinaman through the secret door, Nomad followed him down the steps. By then the opening in the wall closed of itself, one of the stair-treads, perhaps, releasing a spring that operated the clo s ing mechanism. But it had not closeu before the fleeing white men heard the Sam-sings crash into the room they had just quitted. "Ye'll hev ter hustle, pards," called the trapper. "Thar'll be er raft er yaller-boys pilin' down on us irt er minit." "Who's this behind me?" demanded Buffalo Bill, no ticing the black-hatted Chinaman 'for the first time. "That's Sin Dig," Gordo11, looking over the scout's shoulder. "He's tl1e Sf:Otmdrel that got Nomad into this bunch of trouble." "Thet's whatever I" boomed Nomad. "Ef we kin kerry him away from hyar a pris ner, thet's what we're goin' ter do." 'He'll serve in San Quentin for this I" aver11e.d t'ti officer. ,.An' ef ther &f"chet-boys git too fierce fer pro-" ceeded No r nad, 'an' we kain't take 'him away a pris 'ner, J I'm goin' er make a good Chinaman o' him afore I leave him behind." As an officer of the law, Gordon discreetly ignored thi observation. All by that tit'ne were at the foot the stairs. A : t passage stretched before them. .. "Where does this passage lead, Sin Gor :.. don sharply. ,. "To the place where it goes, excellency," \Vas the in' solent answer. Nomad caught. the Chinaman's cne and took a hitch with it about his yellow neck. "I' ll strangle ye with yer own h'ar ef ye don't anrl swer !" glowered the irate Nomad. The trap-door sprang open at the t o p of the stairs. . "'No time to waste on Sin Dig," s aid 9,p,rdoh quickly. "Come Gm with the lamp, Buffalo Bill." .11.t ' 'l. ..,. . The pfficer started along the corriddr ' a il-nm, while the Sam-sings slid down the yells. One or two r volver-shots dampened p.r

.. THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. II "The street!" cried Gordon, as he sprang out on the sidewalk. "Luck's with us at the wind-up, friends." And luck surely was with them, for they emerged from a building adjoining the Place of Twenty Thousand De lights. As if by. magic every Chinaman on Dupont Street had scurried away. The resounding gong of the patrol wagon bad caused that. The thoroughfare in the imme diate vicinity was entirely deserted save for the wagon and a detail of bluecoats gathered on the walk. "Hello, Gordon!" cried one of the policemen. "Where's the trouble?" "In the Delight hang-out. Probably it won't do any good, but you'd better raid it." Five officers rushed into the house and ransacked eve ry room and passage they could find; but the inmates-excepting one stupefied opium-smoker in a room on the second floor-had vanished. There was not a Sam-sing anywhere to be found. The officers reappeared in half an hour and drove away, the scout, the trapp' er, Gordon, and Sin Dig riding in the wagon. At a point nearest Geary Street Buffalo Bill and Nomad got out. "Gamest man I ever trailed with !" exclaimed Gordon warmly, reaching out to grasp the scout's hand. "I'll see you in the morning, Chdy; and meanwhile, I'll find out what there is in this box. ts contents may have a bear ing on that work at Yuma:'' The wagon clattered away, and the sc9ut and the trap per started for the Afton Hous.e. "What was the matter with you, Nick?" queried the scout, as they walked. "Buntin' excitement," answered the old man gruffly. "Well, I reckon you found it," lil'ughyd the scout. "Chuck full o' delights," said N omatl; '1but l'm-iwprecfatin' 'em more now than I did a white back." ': . .. t CHAPTER VII. IMP O R 'f ANT NEWS. .. Next morning, while the scc:>ut' and the trapper were dres sing, old Nomad unbosomed himself. By afrowing himself to be swayed by the treacherous San Pig, he had bit at the sort of a game which city tinhorns hand out to Hoosiers. Nomad ad mitted. tHat "'l)e wa s a H oos ier, and that he had forfeited the right o'travel in Buffalo Bill's clas s . The otd inan was sour and angry. In the bright light of the fuorning after, he was able to see his weakness of the niglit'beforei in glaring colors. __.,_"I'm ter ther deserts an' ther mountings," he said glumly "I'm ter home thar, Buffier. I hadn't never ort ter come ter 'Frisco at all. When ye come ter towns of'n a hundred people I'm like er sheep with er Jong fleece. I'm goin' ter say 'ba-a' an' make fer ther fust train." "Chirk up !" laughed the s9out, clapping his old pard on the shoulder . "L know just how you felt last night, Nick. You were l'itUigry to be doing something, and the big city had got on your nerves. Why, even if you'd known Sin Dig was fi,xing a trap for you, it's dollars to d1;mghnuts you'd have gone with him just the same." "Mebbyso," was the gloomy answer; "no tellin' what kind of er fool caper I'll cut when I takes ther bit in my teeth. I'm thet restive, sometimes, thar ain't no re strainin' me." "Well, pard, it won't be many hours before you and I take the back track together." "Somethin' up between you an' ther chief o' perlice ?" queried Nomad. "Yes. I suppose you aren't particularly in love with the Brothers of the Bow-string after what happened last night?" "Notter hurt," gulped the old man, bristling. "How would you like a deal that would give you a chance to b reak even ?t; Nomad jumped to the edge of his chair. "Try me!" he muttered. "I'm going to." Thereupon the scout went into details about the man darin's daughter from far Shanghai, and about Tau Kee, and his "underground railway" for slaves into the United States by way of the Gulf of California and Yuma. "Waugh!" said Nomad, with a satisfied grunt, "et so unds good. I'm beginnin' ter savvy, now, what ther fat Chink meant when he o' Yee Wong an' Tau What's-his-name. I'm ready ter jump inter this business with both hands an' my spurs on, Buffier; only let et be soon." "It will be soon enough I reckon," replied the scout. "Now, chirk up and come down to breakfast." The way Nomad slaughtered ham ati(i eggs and buck wheat cakes during that morning meal proved that his gloom hadn't robbed him of his appetite. Just as they were leaving the dining-room they saw Gordon hutrying into the hotel. "Hello!" exclaimed the scout; "you seem to be in a rush." .. "I am," was the brisk answer, "the biggest kind. Where can I talk with you two for minutes? There's a train south at eleven-thirty, and e got to catch it. No matter how quick you get to you're, though, you may be too late." '\ -, Buffalo Bill caught the urgent haste in the officer's ,, voice and manner, and wasted no time in leading him qp,, the stairs and to his and Nc;>mad's room. "There," said the scout, closing and locking the door. "We'll pull our chairs together and not a Sam-sing in 'Frisco will know what we're talking about. What's to pay, Gordon?" "It was the contents of that lacquered box that set the department by the ears," explained Gordon. "Say; t;Jo mad's getting into the was worth all it cost him and us. That's right! The contents of that bc;>x puts the department in the possession of a whQle lot of informa tion that couldn't have been got 'in any other way. No 'mad, by following Sin Dig last night, you gave the chief a remarkable boost.",.; ''I made er remarkable fool er myself at ther s ame time," growled the old man. "Woulc1n't make sich an exhibition o' myself ag'in fer a million dollars:" "Well, with the help of what was in that box the Old Man will get a st ran gle hold on the slave-trade in The other end of it, Buffalo Bill-the Yuma end, ,)fOll understand, along with the re.scue of Yee Wong--;-is left to vou." ,.. "Was there anything about Yee Wong in that box?" / queried the scout.


12 I THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES.' "Well, I guess Why, there -a whole book full of hen-tracks and double-jointed ideographs telling about Tau Kee's operations. The book itself is a record of the murders committed by Brothers of the Bow-string. It, alone, is enough to put a n<:>ose around the throats of some fifteen or twenty Chinamen, providing we can cateh them. But the point I am getting at is this : "Chink letters, found in the box, t ell that Yee Wong is in the hands of a red-headed Chinaman in Yuma. This red-headed Chink is Tau Kee's principal lieutenant, and watches operations on the Colorado River. Now, a re4headed Chinaman ought to be an easy person to locate. Don't you think so?" "Never heard of a red-headed Chinaman!" declared the scout. "Didn't know there ever was such a freak." "I ne ver saw one pursued Gordon, but we have that Chink letter a s proof. The thing to do is to get to Yuma as soon as you can, and camp on the trail of this red;: headed heathen." "The finding of that box, Gordon,'' reasoned the scout, "is a thing that will work both wa ys. The Sam-sings here in 'Frisco will know the police got hold of it, and they'll know, too, that you have had the contents trans lated. That will give thetl) warning, and by now, no doubt, the warning is being passed along to the red headed Chinaman. Nick and I,....ca11 get there, the Chinaman will have taken Yee Wong and gone to safer paper collar. aire." I'll be ready fer Y urn a by ther time y'ou "You know enough about the Sam-sings by this time, Buffalo Bill," continued Gordon, ,as they went down the stairs, "to understand that, from now on, you and Nomad will be marked men." "Nomad's marked with a frantic desire to meet the Brothers of the Bow-string and play even," laughed the 1 scout. "He's only too glad ti;) think the Sam-sings may come at him." "Well, the chief wanted me to remind yQu to be on the lookout continually. Don t put your trust in any Chinaman, no matter who y ou may think he is." "I never did put much confidence in them," said the scout, "and I don't intend to begin now." "If you're going to the tele g raph -office ; adde d don, "I'll show you the \ nearest one." 1 . 4 The office was only two blocks away and here trre scout seized a pad of blanks at the foi: of one of them, and followed it 'Jl'.ith this : '.I "WILLIAM VON ScHNITZENHAUSER, Grand Central H o tel, Yuma : "Important business. Hunt for s ecretl y, without d e lay, red-headed Chinaman s upposed to be in Yuma. Camp on his trail, if y ou have any luck, and notify me your hotel, Yuma. Nick and I coming .firs t train "BUFFALO BILL." "',[hat's what we fear; buf it's a situation the chief trusts to your sagacity to meet." "That will do the trick s aid Buffalo Bill, a s "1-'.ook hyar, Buffler," put in N omacl, "our Dutch pard, turned away fr o m t e receiving-wind o w after filing his ther barop, i& hangin' out in Yuma this blessed minit, message. "Tell the chief Gordon that if there's any-'" waitin fer S

THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 13 veranda, his feet cocked up on the railing, a long pipe between his teeth, lo)>king up at the penitentiary and wis .hing some one would break out, so he could join in the excitement of a chase. "I made some misdakes, py shinks," he would murmur ruefully. "I should haf gone al01ig mit Puffalo PiU und Nomat to der pig city. Oof I hat done dot, I shouldn't be vasting avay und rusting oudt mit meinseluf like vat I am." , Then the baron wouid heave a long sigh, puff at his pipe, and let his mind wander back among the many pleasant activities in which he had assisted the scout and the trapper. 1 One day-:.a J1,0t, dq.y, too, as the days usually are in Yuma-the!"e canie a ripple of excitement. It was only ripple but the baron grabbed at it like a drowning man at a straw. A small edition of ao Indian came along the street. He was a handsome boy, for an Indian, straight as a ramrod, bu,ckskined and moccasined, bareheaded, and with a s .tiP,erb eagle feather nodding over his scalp-lock. There was, nothing uncertain about his movements. He walked as though he was on springs, and every turn of his head, every bend of his lithe and flexible body, had a cause and went straight to the mark. The baron watched him languidly. "Dot leedle Inchun is der pest-Jooking feller vat efer I see," said the baron to himself. al like der looks oof dot poy." Reaching the steps leading to the veranda, the little Indian turned, ascended them, and walked straight to the baron. .,,. "Hbw ?" said he, extending his hand. "Pooty goot," said the baron, taking the outstretched hand, "considering qo1; dere isn't anyt'ing doing. How you vas yourseluf, he?" "Heap fine," was tlie response. "How iss poppa u,nd tl}.dmmh, und der odder leedle bappvoses ?" "No sabe f no got um: There' was a wistful light in the boy's eyes for a moment: /. "Vell, now," tl)e baron sympathetically, "dot's vorse C\S I t'ought. Here is.5:' 11 kevarter. Run avay und ged a shdring oof fJeads for yourseluf." The boy pusb.ed the hand that held the quarter away and qrew himself up proudly. "No take um P.aleffice money," said he, with tre, mendous pride. "Fiute boy l;ii111 work for what he get. Much 'blige. You think t'tm .Piute boy beggar? Huh!" -r-"Vat a keveer leedle Incbun id iss !" murmured the wondering baron; "so intependent mit himseluf, so full mit chincher !" , "Look F' saicl the In-dian boy. hand dijip ecl into ',a beade M medicine-bag and brought out a l)andfoLof g-oN:I. The Garon almost fell off his chair. "Vy," he gasped, "yQu vas rich! Sooch a rich leedle fe.Jf er id Vere you ged so mooch as dot?" "All same honestt answe,red the boy. "I bed Y 6u don' d need to tell me dose." / -:;; heap baron ?'1 pursued the boy. "Veil, how yon know "You pard Pa-has-ka, L ,ong Hair Chief?" Und you know {'nffalo Pill, too! Vell, vell !" "You all sa1rte pard 1 No,r:aaa, the Wolf-killer?" "Nomat? Yah, so. I peen pards mit dem bot'." "Wuh l Me pard, too "I vas so habby to know dot as I can't tell I" beamed the baron. "Vat iss your name?" "Little Cayuse." The baron, on the spur of the moment, r eached out his arms and pulled the Indian boy to him in a delighted embrace. "Oh, py shinks, I haf heardt oof you I Yah, so he l up me, I haf heardt fine t'ings aboudt der Leedle Cayuse Say, dis vas some bleasures I don't expect." "Where Pa-has-ka ?" asked Little Cayuse, untangling himself with dignity from the baron's embrace. "Dey peen in 'Frisco," said the baron. "V f! vas all in Utah togedder, und vent from dere by Fort Apache; und id vas ad der fort dot Puffalo Pill got a ledder. Ven he readt dot ledder, he und Nomat vent to 'Frisco und I come on here." 1 "Wuh," said Little Cayuse, "me know. Me hunt for Pa-has-ka since many sleeps. Mebbyso he come to Yuma?" "Meppyso; anyvay, dot's vat I hope. Oof he don'd come PY. Yuma, den, py shiminy, I go verefer he iss." "Wuh Little Cayuse go, too." "I t'ought," ruminated the baron, "dot Pill say you hat choined der army, Leedle Cayuse?" "No like um; like um Pa-has-ka heap better." "Vell, I don't plame you for dot. Puffalo Pill--" The baron was interrupted by a messenger-boy, who walked up on the porc;,h at that moment and came towa;.i;1 him with a yellow envelope in his hand. .The boy's were resting admiringly on Little Cayuse. But the ypung Indian kept his eyes on the baron. "William von Schnitzenhauser," asked the bo '.:you l1im ?" ' "Dot's me," palpitated the baron . "It can't. : dot any vone iss delegr,aphing me a tispatch ?" ,, "Dis here's fer you if yer name's what I sai'd/' went on the 1pessenger. , '\Vith shaking and eager fingers, the \>aron scribbled his name on the book; then, fevfrishly impatient, he tore open the envelope and pulled out the enclostfre. T\Je mes senger, still with his eyes on Little Cayuse, faded around the corner of the1hotel. I As the baron read and reread the message, his chest began to swell and a look of intense satisfaction drifted across his face. "Veil, ve chust peen dalking aboudt Puffalo Pill," said he, "und here iss some messaches from him. He has clelegraphed by me dot dere iss imbortant be "Little Cayuse help?" asked the boy, his face phlegmatic but his voice trembling with eagef1!ess. "I don'd know for vy you can't helup, Leedle Cayuse." The baron cast a cautious look -a. round the There was. no one within ear-shot. "Come whi s pered, "vile I read him." ,4,,.,.. : Then, with his lips close to Piute's ,, baron read the message aloud. 1 '"' "''l:, "Pa..,has-ka and come to. bte' athe d the boy. "Good. Me ee um." i . "Dot's goot, you bed you; aber vat's abo11dt der ret-heated Shinamans ?" .,. ., "You no sabe red-hair yellow man?" the boy. "(never heardt oof sooch. a t'ing as sortj'\: i'ret-heated Shinamans: pot means ve'll haf to look, my:'p oy." I


. 14 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. "Me sabe," said Little Cayuse. "Vat's dot?" returned the baron. know vere dere iss a ret-heated Shinaman ?" "Wuh !" "Vere Ve'll go righdt avay und camp on his drail. Dot's. vat Puffalo Pill say." "You follow; we find um yell o w man heap quick." "Ach, vat luck id iss I findt Leedle Cayuse, und I ged a delegraf tispatch from Puffalo Pill und now Lee dle Cayuse knows vere d e r Shinaman i ss. Vait a leedle, my poy, vile I go afder m y guns. The baron ambled quickl y int o the hotel and in three minutes he ambled out a g ain hi s coat bulging at both hips. "Lead on, Cayu s e, s aid he "aber don'd forged dot der orti; r s is to go mit car e fuln ess und n o d let anypody know vas aboudt. The Geh,nan and the little Piute had no sooner got out of sight than a Chinaman in a di [ ty white apron, crawled out from under the veranda. Pulling off hl'. . h e rolled it up and threw it back into the hole from which he had crawl ed; then, like a streak, he darted along the sidewalk and disapp1eared be tween two adobe house s The Brothers of the Bow-strin g were w ell repr es ented in Yuma b y paid s pies. What had happened wa s s omething the king of scouts could hardly have guarde d against in a .... CHAPTER IX. t '"'" AMONG THE YUMA S. 'The baron was expecting Little Cayuse to steer him straight toward the Chine s e quarte1 of the town, but the course did not bear in this direction. .$.ttpping off s pryly in fropt, with never a w 9rd or a to right or l e ft Little Ca y u se point e d southward ;nd westward tow ard. a series of steep bluffs along the Colorado The outskirts of the town were passed and soon left far behind. Cayu s e h ad struck into a beaten foot-path that led between ch'1PS 9 f greas ewood and low-growing mesquit-trees. '..,.: t .-' "Cayuse, called "tell me somet'ing." The boy halted \ v hirl e d about. The baron was m opping his drip( face with a red cotton handkerchief. 'Vas you going''-bfer lndo M;exico ? he a s ked. We go toward Injun camp, said Little Cayuse. "Vat fochim gamp ?" "Yurnas." "Ah, ha! You know der Yumas?" Me lodge in Yuma teepees. Yumas heap friend s Piutes. Me Piute." 'Jss der ret-heated Shinaman among der Yumas?" ""lodge plenty close." 1 '';V elf; dbn'

... '' .;-THE BUFF ALO BILL ;, 15 ing across the river, and, at the same time, keep an eye on the rope ladder and the boat. He sat ther e quietly for several minutes, and was just beginning to think it was time Cayuse was returning with a report, when he saw something down the bank that commanded his immediate attention. An Apache Indian lowered himself over the edge of the bank and onto the rope ladder. The Indian had a bow and arrow and a lance secured to his bare back. Reaching the foot of the laclcler, he pu .11ecl in the boat, into it, picked up an oarJ and steadied the boat broadside onto the foot of the bluff. T hen, looking up, he waved one hand in a signal to s ome one at the top of the bank. Another man got over and stood for a space on the top rung s of the ladder. This was a Chinaman, a Chinaman ,.._. in black blouse and breeches and wearing an old army fatigue-cap. His cue was not coiled at the top of his head, but swung clown almost to his knees. And the cue was red. The re was no doubt on that point. The baron was some distance away, but he could distinguish clearly the color of the cue. A bundle was handed to the Chinaman. It was a long, narrow bundle, closely wrapped in a red blanket. From the contour of the blanket, the baron guessed that it swat11ed a human form. What did that mean? Had the red-headed Chinaman killed somebody, and was he rowing out into the river to hide the evidence of his crime? :arrying the bundle awkwardly over his the Chinaman descend cl cautiously the swinging ladder, and, after some maneuvering, managed to get both himself and the bundle safely in the boat. Another Apaclie followed the Chinaman. When were embarked, the painter was ca s t off and the boat headed down-stream, two Apaches working at the oars. "Vell," muttered the baron, "how vas I going to foller dot ret-heated Shinaman now? Dere vasn't anoder poat, uncl I _hafn't a horse, nnd-py chiminecldy vat a luck id iss! Vere's Cayuse? don'cl he gome pack und say smneding? I'll findt himJ und ve'll tecite vat's pest to do." baron was greatly He had supposed that all it "\vould be necessary tb do would be to lie low in some convenient spot, watch the red-headed Chinaman, and then send Little <:::;ayuse back to the hotel to tell the scout about it when he and Nomad arrived from San Now this pretty little plan of the baron's had a!L been knocked in the head. Starting straight into the chaparral, the baron headed in the direction where he supposed the Chinaman'.s hang1 O'ijt to pe. The bush es were thick, and here and there ong them was a prickly plant known as the catsclaw. Time and ti111e again the branches of a catsclaw struck I f against the .baron's face, scratching him and causing him to explode a few remarks by way of easing his feelings. Presently he sat down, in a small, cleared space, thinking to take a few minutes' rest before continuing on. He had not been seated more than half a minute wheh he h e ard a thrashing among.the bushes, drawing steadily in his direction. Some one was coming. Thinking it was Little Cayuse, the barnn started to yell, by way of' giving the boy the dire<;tion. .. But,before he could yell, he suddenly bethought himself of the Apaches. There n,iight be more of the Apaches in that vicinity than those who had gone with the Chinaman in the boat. It would be just as well to wait and let the person who was coming show himself without any shout from the baron to guide As fate would have it, chance was guiding the person who was approaching straight to the little cleared space where the baron had taken up his position. The baron rose to his feet and got a revolver. in his hand, in order to be on the winning side in cas!! of an argument. A second later, when the newcomer showed himself, the baron's held him spellbound. It was not Little Cayuse, nor was it an Apache. On the contrary, it was another Chinaman, but a black-haired China man, whom tfae at once reco a waiter at '') the Grand Central. \ ': "Ah Fong, py shiminy !" cried the; doing here, hey?" "How do?" grinned the wily Ah F?ng. He was as much surprised to meet the baron as the baron was to meet him, in spite of the fact that he felt sure the baron was somewhere in the chaparral. "Vat you doing here, I saiclt !" exclaimed t11e baron sharply. "My lookee fo' led-head China boy," lied Ah f()ng cheerfully. "N 0 finclee." v. '. I As a matter of fact, Ah Fong had foU_p.d, the 'flecl head China boy,".I and given him certain (jittrcicts frol)'l the talk between the baron and Cayuse; \i\ hich had in spired a sudden flight on the part of t11e guardian of the mandarin's daughter. "I t'ink, py shiminy," averred the baron, :clot you vasn't telling -der trut'." "MY. no tellee lie," insi s ted the Chinamah. "Me see li'I Inf un boy. He say my finclee you, telle yoi.1 go top side bank, waitee one piecee while likee you was." "I'll find ouclt oof you vas lying or nod," said the baron. "I'll go pack py der rifer, und you viii gome alongY lMy got makee lun back to hotel," demurred the Chinaman . "You can go pack to cler bode! ven I peen clroo mit you, und noel pefore." The baron lifted 'bis, gun and made a threatening gesture with it. "Y oq see ey _?" he asked. "My no blind," the ChiharWlf..1,1 i;:olling up ht eyes. .I, .. "Den make for cler rifer pank, und clon'cl ged too far aheaclt oof me. Ve'll vait clere. Oof der Inchun poy clon'd gome,_ den dere'll be some clrouples for you from n1e." The Chinaman, thus pushed trembiingly into the brush, and he and the baron '.were soon on the


16 THE Bl: FF ALO BILL STORIES. brink of the bluff. Snake like, the_ -skulking form of an man and Apache, from their covert, continued to watch Apache followed in the baron 's rear. Not the crack of the river for some s ign of the baron. ..., a twig nor the 1 b,rushing of a limb marked the Apache's After all but deciding he had gone down never to movements. The baron wa s as oblivious of his presence rise again, the watchers were su rprised to see him bob as though he had bi:en a chimared miles away. up to the su rface, feebly swimming. He was makj :ng "I don'd know vat your gc,tme iss, Ah Fo11g," said the directly across the river, and those on the bank believ ed baron, facing the Chinama n. and sidewise to the that he was figuring on having the sailboat ;w-ck him up. river," "aber I t'ink you vas foolishness. Tell As a matter of fact, the baron was not Glait{g-,.:#'iifi g me der trut', und efer yt' ing vill be all righdt. Oaf you uring whatever. He was not in a condition to .dQ sd. { don'd tell me der tnit', de!). you vill be so rry, I tell you The cool water had revjved him a little, and he had dot." instinctively gulped his lungs full of air on regainin g The startled : eyes of the Chinaman roved past the baron the surface. A lucid interval came to him, _a.,r.d he had and rested upon the figure of the Apache. )'he baron, presence of mind enougn to push his revolvef.tb"elt noting the Chinaman's glance, tt1rned around. He had ward and let it slip over his feet to the bottom of the just time for one astounded yell when he was catight --The moment this was accomplished, his faculties and hurled over the edge of the into the river. grew hazy again,_and he had no idea w}lich wa:Yhe:;.,".as Slvimming. :$} ' I ---.It was a blind struggle to keep afloat, impelled so)' ,',, by !he instinct of self-preservation. ... .... t, ;-. 4 ... ? t .. ,,?!} .. ,''-j; THE BARON'S HARD LUCK. CHAPTER.X , t: . J. '\ \ :,i.7p Iqqe barop had had his attention tq:!;pe Apache }p.stant soo ner it is highly probable thaf he would .J:i'een able to use his revolver and avoid the dis '1 ... V rous results of the surprise. The Apache could have t \se d a knife, bad he been so inclined, and the German's finis h would thus been brought abou t, then and thi:re. ,. No doubt the Indian thought that a fall from the bluff would prove equally effective, and so heaved the baron over and let it go at that. To to the barons hard luck, he struck a pro jecting rock as he shot downward, cutting 'bis forehead and stunning him and knocking the breath out of his .;,.When he hit the water he went down lik e a . The awep by the Apache's mu,rderous work, stood,,,r9oted to the ground, st ar}ng at the pJ'ace where the unfortunate baron had . . l:afching Ah Fong ,!!i'_m, th e Indian him ,; among the bushes. Chinaman, thii1king a fate to the baron's was to be m e ted out to hilli, a yelp of terror; bit. hi s fear s had no founda I 1tion. ', ., ' "Ugh!" grunted 5av,age, pointing northward along the river. Ah Fong followed the Apa che's fit'lge r with his eyes ,' and saw a small sailboat gliding down-stream. There four m e n in the boat, and it was evident the ndian feared his murderous .act had been seen, and that r, he had retreated into the bushes and dragged the Chinaman after him in order to avoid possible results that might prove disagreeable {Iowever, the men in the boat did not appear to have witnessed the recent act of the Indian's, and both China-The baron was an excellent swimmer. Had he the weight of his clothing would have prayed too much for his enfeebled powers. Not a sound came from his lips. He was past know, ing what h,e was about, yet st ill he struck out .franticatly swimming swimiving direct!y jpto the cour se of boat. ,,. The four tnen on the boat were 1 not long irt !ligm him. One of them picked up a coil of rope. the little cabin forwar.d, he yelled a warning to the ,str J' gling German and let the rope fly. The baron was a scant twenty feet away at the rrlome t a nd the end of the rope fell within easy reaching t But he did l)Ot grab it. Nor pid he pay the slightest heed to th warni;:ig call of the man. He merely c6J tin\1ed his mechailiWll struggle s' .. Tffe -111an on the boat swore roundly. / -t "He must be .er dummy!" s houted a second .. r0111e,. i:' aft. q I "'' "' J -:-';t.' Dumm y e r n o," cried the man forward, save him. He's purty ni g h all in. Put yer helm Eph Andy, ease off that sheet." '. V q;, TJ{e little craft swerved in <\ Anothe r of the men aft, armed witfl,, a boat-hoOk/$ea'1b out, twisted th e iron point in baron's '' pt;lled him alongside.' Anothe r and was into the cockpit, where he immediately a lay like a log. -ro "Looks 1:1e like he was. a ,go1,1e.r,, cap,"' Andy, haulm g 1n the sheeLas t11e boat ca1ne '. up into the wind. '' <: :. ;. :. The captain knelt down and lifted the ba. "Got er bad cut over the eye," he remarked. ".It wa.s a blow that must have d oped him proper. How he managed ter keep on top o' water is what gits me. .. me some kind Of a rag fer a bandage, Nate. , 'ft. "'


THE BUFF4LO BILL STORIES. 17 The fourth rnan of the quartet dived into the cuddy "By an Indian, eh?" returned the captain. "Them ;ed and reappeared with a strip of white cloth. This was whelps aire ekal ter anythin', blamed if they ain't." bound about the baron's head. "Who iss der gaptain oof der poat ?" went on the "Hurt anywhar's else, cap?" asked Eph, from the baron, as the importance of the work he was doing for wheel. scout gradually came 1\ome_ to him. "Not as I kin make out," the captain answered, knead"I am," was the answer. ing the baron with his knuckles in a search for broken "Vell, Mistler Gaptain, I got to ged pack py Yuma S!) bones. "I know what'll fix him." kevick as I can. Vill you turn der poat aroundt und The captain crawled into the cuddy himself, and came dake me?" back wit a flask of spirits Some of the contents was "Couldn't think o' that, mate. Ye see, it 'u' d mean a forced d 9 he baron's throat, a rolled-up coat P\lt under big loss ter us." his head, and the four meg went about their business "Id vill be a pig loss to a lod oof odder peoples oof while waiting for results. I don'd ged pack to Yuma righdt avay kevick," pursued However, the liquor did not have any appreciable effect the S'aron. "How mooch you loose oof you take me pack, ,cm the baron. He ,remained uncon s cious for an hour, and hey?" the captain decided to take him into the cuddy and put "That's hard tellin'. It 'u'd take i1s all night ter work him into a berth. back, an' we'd hev ter do a lot o' work with the oars. clean fagged, boys, an' his reasonin' apparatus The boys wouldn't like that much, I kin tell ye." 'is off s ounding s remarked the captain, "but he'll be all "Subbose I gif you one hunnert tollars for taking me right arter a while. He mu s t hev taken a tumble from pack PY Yuma?" "Well, nacherly that 'u'd make a diff'rence. The boys vJ n tpe baron revived, he found himself on a heaving 'u'd work lik.e nailers all night fer a share in a hundred --e;il;ied, with a swinging lantern casting vague shadows over pesos. The question is, mate, hev ye got it?" J ":':{diminutive room, that seemed as unstable as a trotting "No," saiQ. the baron, "I don'd got him but Puffalo Pill horse. has, und pe'll see dot yciu ged der money." :He, felt of his head ; found the bandage, and wonde,red "Buffalo Bill!" exclaimed the man. "Jumpin' jee how i t had got there. Where was he, anyhow? Turtling whilligers I You a J riend 0 Buffalo. Bill?" 9ver on his bed, his eyes encountered a man sitting in "I'm one oof his bards," the baron, cjemoralized a bunk opposite. thot1gh he was and with an aching head, ;1 st 'r aightened 1 "Vat's der madl:ler mit me?" he called. with pride. .,.' ho!" returned t he man, lifting his had and staring "That's yore word fer it," went on the captain, but in a 'him. "Ye've come to hev ye? Well, mate, so fur as a kindly tone. "I don't reckoi:i I could i git the boys ter I. kin see, thar much the matter with YI no w we put back on jest yore plain about bein' a p.ard o' picked ye up 0 the rivt:,r ; two er three h o urs ago, an' Buffalo Bill's. Everybody knows about the king o' ye 'v e been F<1)' w corra l lin' yer wits." scouts; he gives purty nigh ever'body as ,needs it a "" hand, an' ever'bddy ort ter give him one. But mebb "Vere' der am I, anyvay pursued the b.aron, gropink about '.hang. of the s ituation. ye're jest talkin' when ye say patd o' bi!;." "Schust vait a minid I"

18 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. ''We'll turn the t!:ick fer ye," he ...announced, "fer a laughed the scout. "Meanwhile, if the baron shows up hundred dollars, takin' yore word fer it that Buffalo Bill while we're at breakfast, just tell him we ve arrived and won't kick on the price. They're puttin' the Centipede are anxious to see h1m." about already. Aire ye hungry?" "I'll do that. Front, show Mr. Cody and .Pard No"Vorse as dot, gaptain. I'm peen so near shtarved dot mad the way to the dinin'-room." I can't se.e shtraight." "Wash-room first," said the scout; "we ve been most "We'll hev somethin' ter eat in a little while. Andy s of the night on the cars. Had a small accident on the gittin' it.'' road and were delayed in getting here." "You're a goot feller, und dot's all aboudt id. Schust "What d'ye think o' ther baron Buffier ? queried No don'd say nodding aboudt vat vas in dot delegraf mesmad, somewha't later as he s ent back for his third h e lping sage, vill you?" of liver and bacon. "About all I could read was Buffalo Bill's name," "There's ju s t one thin g to think, pard, the s cout an grinned the skipper of the Centipede. swered. "The baron has evidently hit the Chinaman' s A little later the baron ate heartily of the simpfe but trail, or he would not have stayed away all night.'' ,., nou_rishing fare the captain set before him; and, directly "Et 'u'd be je s t like Schnitz ter blunder onter the t he hacf'. finislied, he rolled over in the bunk and was soon red-headed Chink fust clip," said Nomad; "but I'll bet in the land of dreams. money he git s tangled up s ome rs erlong ther trail. . CHAPTER XL t -THE BARON IMPARTS HIS CLUE. Bill and Nick Nomad were at tht; Grand Cen tfa! hotel breakfast. Their first proceeding, on reach ing ho\el, was to proffer concerning the baron. : .::A puzz!e.Q overspread the oierk's face when he h eard the nam'e of \rillum von Schnitzenhauser : "There was a ])utchman by that name stopping here,'' said the clerk, 1ook e d be as square a piece of furniture as ever cari1e out of 'the factory, but he lit out yesterday, 'right after dinner, without pa y ing his boardbill." ; "Lit out?" queried the scout. "Where did he go?" "You've got me: He was here to dinner yesterday, but he wasn't? he e; to .supper and he didn't use his room ight." : "Did he leave any baggage in his room?" "All the baggage he had consisted of a saddle and bridle. They're in the room." "Golild gear?" "Fine as they make 'eln." "Then you can gamble, my friend, that the baron wouldn't jumP; his board-bill and leave such valu;ble behind. I kn .ow him,and y0tir impression about his being square is correct. He' s a pard of mine." When the scout wrote his name, the clerk stared then he gave a fooli s h grin. "Thunder!" he exclaimed. "To think that I didn't recognize you, Mr. Cody! Why, you was in Yuma, some months ago, with a named Okay. If the Dutchman is a pard of yours, he can have the best in the house, baggage or no baggage; and, as for you, all you've got t<:> do to own the hotel is to ask for it." "We'd like to own a room with two beds for a Schnitz is as game make em, Huffier, but he: s lame in his head-work-like m e Ef he wa s ter.:._.__" "Hist I broke in the scout warningly. I l m e ")? . 1 1 looks of the Chink waiter wl1 o ha s be e n s ervit).g '.: I\e acts nervous. Wait till he goes away." (' ,tf.r, Certainly Ah Fong wa s n e rvou s Whe n h e..:._ t N down the dis h omad had call e d for h e h o vered ,ilJ 5 !1 close proximity to the pard s Buffalo Bill sent on. the other s ide qf the dining-room and told him t p there until he was called for. ;_'f' {J.:' "We, can't be too careful, Nick, said the s cout. "No' more we kain t Th e n Bro th e r s o' th; Bow -strin "' aire likely ter meet u s when w e l ea s t ex pe ct e t.'' Fini s hing their meal, th e p ar d s l e ft th e dinin groom and went out on the veranda. >>; "It the baron d oes n t 1s h o w up prett y soo n ," r e marked the scout, taking a chair and fir!ng up a cig a r, 'we'll ha".e to go on a still-hunt ourselves, Nick. Thi s i's a ru s h order we've got." "I'm ready any time you aire, Buffier," returtied th e" : old trapper. "We'll hunt through Chinktown fust : I reckon?1 "That would be the likelie s t place, I take it, to' find the man we want. W,e'll wait h ere for a while, and se e if the baron shows up, or s end s any w o rd. ',:.J;le knew we d be here thi s morning, becau s e I was careful to inform him: on that point in my telegram. It'si a cinch tcio, thaf ',, wouldn't stay away from the hotel all yesterday :noon and last night if he hadn't struck a hot b:ail." 11 t I 'Er got peppered by orte o' ther,n thar bow-strjng boys," added Nomad. '1 "I don't believe the Brothers of the Bow-string have had time, as yet, to connect the ba! n with ourtions. Still, you never can tell. The Safua$i ngs may have sent advance information some hours-ahead of us." For a while the pards smoked and Nomad was in excellent spirit s The fatti1 away from San Francisco, the better .. felt."'.':): . t .:, ..


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 19 "This hyar is somethin like livin'," said he, exhaling a grateful cloud of smoke. "Plenty o' room ter breathe in, an' a feller kin take a pasear as fur as he likes an' not run the risk o' gitfifl' lost." "Elegant prospect, too,' ; remarked the scout, with an upward -glance at the building on the bluff. "Thet's whar ther hull kit an' caboodle o' ther Sam sings ort ter be," scowled Nomad. "Ef I was ter hev my choosin', howsumever, I 'd--" The old trapper never finis hed the remark. His eye had caught sight of some one down the street, and he half-rose from his chair. "Look, Buffier !" he exclaimed; "who's them two om brays comin' from ther direction o' ther river?" "Why," returned the scout, looking in the direction indicated by Nomad, "one of them is certainly the baron!' \ Most certainly it was. There was a man on each side of the baron, helping him along. He was a sorry-looking sigqt, being bareheaded and having a generally torn and pedraggled There was a bandage about his ilead, and on e ot llis boots was missing. He leaned heavily on arm,s pf the two who were supporting him. ""?omething has &'one crosswise with the baron," mur"'-%ured the scout, not a littie perturbed. :<, :. inter the?'. boys, I'll bet," Nomad, "a:n' didn't hev Pard Buffier ter help h1m ain't so bad off, fer all thet. He's. still able W;lli / with er leetle hel p Anyways, he's made out er gutta-perGha. I don't keeF how much ye bend hii;n, he's 1>9und ter fl.op back like he ort i:er be, ef ye give him time." ,. ,,. Before-'the baron reached the veranda, he caught sight _<;>f the scout and . Knowledge that they we re and waliing., a cted like a magic tonic.' Breaking 1, away from the tWO men )VhQ were helping him, he gave a whoop and started for the veranda steps at a limping run. "Puffalo Pillr' he cried; "und Nomat! Veil, py shinks, '' id a new inan oudt me schust to look ad you : How you aJJ.x_vay ?'1 The batop. stretched out a hand to each and sank: into j 't' .. a chair that the trapp'et> __ pu11.4e, d towardf him. "We're all tight, barop,'' answered the scout, "but. you , !jee' m to be a little bit under the weather." ; ' I (" ; "V el,J, I come pooty near being a leedle bit under der vater, und I vould haf peen oof dese p oys hatn't fished me oudt. Puffalo Pill haf yo u got a hunnert 'tollars aboudt your clothes?" } "Why, yes, baron. What of it?" '.'I bromtsed id to dese poys oaf dey vould pring rne t].ac:k p;y Yuma. Id's vort' id, I tell you dot." ' '{ Ypu found out--" '}, -Vat ybu vant to know. Dot's vat ails me." On 1baron's bare word, the scout handed over a ht1ndred to one o f the men .who had the .z 't'' baron into port. After the men, with many of good-will for the baron, the 5cout, and the trapper, had left, the roused up to remark: "Vat I ha to say, Puffa!o Pill, dll haf to be saidt some place vere id von't be heardt py any voue but you. Id's mbre imbortant as I can tell." They found a place in one corner of the office; and there, while the baron rested himself in a tomfortabk rocker, the story of his misadventures gone into. 'tThet's er surprise-party, all right, abot:t Leetle Cay use," said Nomad. "Ther kid's ther qui!( an I'li gamble a blue stack he's cha s in' arter thet red headed Chink this minit. When tie hits er trail, he's wuss ner a dog with er bone-ye kain't shake him loose." The scout leaned back, thoughtfull y "Cayuse finding the baron, as he did, just before my telegram was received," he observed, "was surely a stroke of luck. The little Piute had been staying1 with the Yu mas, and in his prowling around through tl:e chaparral he caught sight of the we're here to find." "An' ther Red Head he s shore got Yee Wong with him. Et m ust er been ther gal ther baron seen bein' taken down ther rope ladder ter the boat." "No doubt of it." "Ther question is, whar did ther Chink take th;f; gal>?. An' why did he make sich er sudden mov: ?':' r ' "He got news that matters had gone 'Frisco,'.' said the scout. "That's the reason the red-headed China man changed his location As to he went, we'll have to that part of it to Little ", "Then what's fer us ter do, Buffier ?" --- t "Get horses and ride into that chaparral. We may find something there, and we may not. Little not knowji;ig what ad happened to the baron, as probably lookink for him last night Perhaps ( the boy left some due as to where he has gone at the .Chinaman's old hal)g out. We'll go and take a look, Nick, at. ..._ ...... l "Meppy I could go along iit you," tlf \an 'lhe baron, "und do somet"ing to helup ?" "Ye'd cut er nice figger goin ; out :p:,te'. 'Paehes an' Chinks, wouldn't ye?" jeered Nomad. '1You, a thet had ter hev two men help him up ter the Jiotel from the river!" "1', "Id vas pooty fierce luck, ain't id?'; groaned the baron. "You have done your part, baron," said the scout warmly, "and done it well. Nick will help you up-stairs to your room and I'll arrange or a doctor to come and see you at once." The baron had stiffened up a little while he had been sitting in the rocking-chair, and it took Nomad get him up and started. Meanwhile, Buffalo Bill had arranged for a doctor, and had telephoned one of the town corrals for two saddle-horses. The animals cafue.j)resently, and the pars mounted in the dfrettion of the Yuma encampment. ..


20 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. CHAPTER XII. THE "PICTURE-WRITING." mounted. While Nomad held his horse, Buffalo Bill en tered the shack and took a survey of its interior. A canvas curtain partitioned the hut into two rooms Both ( rooms were roughly fttrnished with the few articles "I don't want ter. pick no flaws in yer head-work, Buf-, a Chinaman considers necessary for comfort. There were fler," said Nomad, "seein' as how thet's my own short no chairs or tables, but str:aw matting covered the earthen suit, as ye might say, but thar's one thing erbout this floor. In one corner were a couple of bowls and two l hyar purceedin' of ours thet gits past my gua:rd." sets of chop-sticks; on a shelf were a jar of ink>, a camel s "What's that?" the scout asked. hair brush, and a number of sheets of rice-paper. "Red Head got away with ther gal in er boat, didn't he?" A little to one s ide of the door a square sheet of paper "According to the baron, yes." lay on the matting, with a white poker chip in the middle "An' thar was on'y one boat." '.of it. The combination struck the scout as rather too "I didn't hear the baron say anything about; odd for mere accident, and he bent down anti picked up boats." i ,,.-' the paper and the chip. "Waal, ef Cayuse hadn't no boat, how could he faller There was a rude drawing on the paper. In order to the Chink an' the 'Paches. ?: .An' he didn't hev np hoss, it a clqser examination, the s cout carried the paper ef I gits ther out into th!? sitnlight. "If the red-headed Chinanfan went down-stream, .. 01 upye-. found, pard ?" queried the trapper. stream, in the boat, Nick, Cayi;se could fol!ow the Euffalo Bill showed him the poker-chi'p and the paper. bank. If the Chinaman crossed the river, you may rest "Cliink's n, "Keno! Et's es plain as print in er black night." while ther big Chiny high boy has been stirrin' tfiihg!i i!P "The other large figure, in this group of tqree," .Pttrabout her." sued the scout, "is that of an Indian. The feather in the Th..!y rode to the door of the hut, and the scout dishair makes that clear. The smaller figure the


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. Indian and the Chinaman is that of a woman, a Chinese woman." "What does thet big qot mean, right in front o' ther In jun?" "That means, perhaps, another redskin. A party of three got away in a boat, taking a, Chinese woman along." "Who's thet behind?" "A little Indian." "What's them two things m front o' ther leetle Injun ?" "They're supposed to be moccasins. The meaning is, I take it, that the little Indian followed the party in the boat on foot. The paper was left here for the baron." "vVaugh He'd hev played hob figgerin' out ther meanin' o' ther diagram. Leetle Cayuse must hev drawed thet picter, an' et's more of er credit ter his ingenooity tha n to his skill." "It settles our doubts, at all events. We know, now, tl1at he followed the fugitives. There is no guesswork about it." "But what does ther poker-chip mean?" :..., "That's too deep for me. I can't see how the chip has any bearing at all on the picture-writing. The cabin has been abandoned, however, and there's nothing further to be gained by staying around here. We'll mount and ride back to the edge of the bluff. Possibly we can find something e lse of iniportanc<'i irt the vicit1ity of the. rope ladder." 1 ,. T,he scout swung himself to the sadd le, and he and the trapper spurred aro1\nd the' hut and headed westward aCrQSS the clearing. I' ; "Jest wait er it, said the trapper suddenly. He had groufd for tracks: He saw no tracks, but he djd.: s ee m1other poker-chip-a red one. Tpe chip lay on the' groimd a few yards to the south of the htJt. # :.. while Nomad .yas picking up the red chip, Bill on td the southeri1 edge of the clearing and picked up a blue one. 1The whole busilJess is beginning to cl _ear up, Nick,') the scout called. "Little Cayuse is leaving a poker-chip I"' trail for us to follow.'" 'Roora}" fer 'ther leetle In jun!" exulted the trapper. "Tha,r's morn'n one way ter skin er woodchuck, an' et's a cinch Cayuse is wise ter all of 'em.'' <."""" "A.fter Cayuse left the baron," said the scout "he must l:'mve scouted near enough to the hut to see what was going orr. He saw the Chinaman take Yee Wong ancl make for the boat, with the Apaches following; he saw the outfit get into the boat, and wai;ed long enough to make sure which way the bo' .it was going. Then, while th' e baron. was being thrown into the river, Ca yt1se yas back here drawing hi5 diagrai;n.1 When he had finished, he did not take time to hunt for the baron, because he had .already lost several minutes over his .. I , picture-writing. Without the loss of a moment, he started off after the boat-party, droppin.g poker-chips as he went." "Sure thet was therway o' et. Like es not, Cayuse found ther chips in ther hut." "It makes little difference where he found them; the fact remains that he had them, and that he is using them cleverly." "Et's er wonder the thet hove ther baron inter ther river didn't come back hyar, find ther pictur'-writin', an' tea.r et up-say nothin' o' makin' things interestin' fer Cayttse." "That Apache probably made scarce soon after the Chinaman the other Indians got away in the boat with Yee Wong." "A. good idee usin' ther boat. Water leaves no trail","' an' I reckons Red Head was powerful anxious ter kiver his tracks. Et's us fer ther poker-ch ip trail; eh, :i:}uffler ?" "Exactly. We'll run it out, Nick,-and see if we can find Yee Wong at the end of it." ; 1 Without more ado, Euffalo Bill again plunged into the chaparral. Everything was depending on Little Cayuse, and the pards knew the boy would not fail them. --t",., f ' CHAPTER :kIII. THE "\>oKER-CHIP TRAIL. From, ,the' clearing to the edge of .the cba'.p.irral the chips wete hard to follow. A good' deal of fone was lost, searching to fjp, d a telltale disk of red, white, or blue when the trail had been lost. Cayuse must. have appreciated the, whatever friend followed him would experien,ce diffichlty in keep, ing the right track through the dense for he hac;l. dropped the chips with a prodigal hand; but, in order t; make the trail perfectly easy, he would have had to lay one of the disks at intervals of five or six feet, and he had to think of marking a long trail, and not be any more generous with the chips than actually nec;essary: It was with a feeling of intei1se relief that. the pards finally emerged from the chaparral dow!l the :Be yond them, as far to the southward as the e:; e cqulc;l. reach, stretched a series of sandy mounds, e11til'ely bare of every sort of vegetation except cactus. ' Here the chips could be readily detected; and, althol!gh they were lying at wide intervals, the pards rod e 'at a gallop and easily followed. 1 The course paralleled the river, yet .far enough away from it to indicat(' that Cayuse had screened himself from the eyes of those in the boat by trailing arong under the higher mounds at the batik's edge. "Sence we seen t?er ('id last, Buffier," remarked No mad, "he ain't lost none er his cunnin'." ..


22 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. "If anything," said the scout, experience in the army must have still further sharpened his wits. He had good friends in the army, and I'm wondering why he ever left if." "Prob'ly et got too monoternous fer him. T ootin' ther bugle, like he done, must git ter wearin' on er kid's narves, arter a while. Reveille, assembly, stable-call, mess-call, taps; et's ther same thing over an' over. Cay use is one o' ther kind thet likes ter be

THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 23 that here wa s Tau Kee s port o.f entry for his illegal trading. The place was in Mexican territory Bringing his contraba n d goods up the Gulf of Ca1ifornia and up the Colorado River in light-draft junks the wily Tau Kee had them unloaded in this scre e n e d inl e t af. ter which they w e re started along his "underg round railway into the State s e The junk, it was plain, had but r e cently arrived in the inlet, but no contraband g oods were being unloaded. Were the c o olies waiting for night ? Considering the s equestered s ituation of the inlet, such caution s eemed hardy nece s sary It might be that the junk had cailed to pick up the t rouble s ome Yee Wong, and conv e y her to some place where s he would not prove s o trouble s ome to the wily Tau K ee. If the Chin ese g irl wa s on the junk, how wa s Buffalo Bill and N o m a d t o ge t h e r aw ay, g uarded as she wa s by all tho s e armed c oo li e s? This was a tas k that gave th e s con J food for reflection. He and Nomad were the r e to get Yee Wong, and there w o uld no time to return to Yuma afte r a larg e r force. If yee Wong wa.s to be rescued, it mu s t be then, or never The scout, much p erturbed, retraced his way swiftly to where Nomad wa s holding the ho r ses and waiting. "Ye look worri ed, pard," s ai d th e trapp e r "I am, was the re $ p o n se, no two way s about that what can you and I do again s t thirty well-ar1"!1ed Brothers of the B ow-s trin g ? "Thirty ? H echo d Nomad. "All of that, to s a y llo thin g of the red-headed Chinaman and th e Apache s ." "What did ye see, Buffl e r ? "A Chines e junk lai d t f p a t a w harf in an arm of th e riv e r It's a g r eat p l a c e .for s mugglin g The junk s ail s up the gulf and th e rive r and work s her wa y int o the inlet b y mean s o r The re th e goo d s are unl o aded recei ve d b y agent s o f 'Tau J{e e and tot e d over th e line mo s t of them, I fina lly landing in th e Chine s e quarte r of San Franc i scp T a u K e e mu s t be a mighty cle v e r ChiBk No w o nder h e has got rich in the busi-. / ,. llertake him. I His e yes were gl e aming brightly, anc;I, in spite of his attempt to hid e hi s happine s s at meeting t he s cout the trapper, iti showed plainly. "How? s aid h e takin g Buffalo Bill s harid "Pa ha s -ka 1oo k h ea p fine Wolf-killer," he add e d turning and giving bis hand to the trapper, "l o ok he.ap fine, too Ca y u s e heap glad find um pards once more. Where Dutch pard, huh?" -"Our Dutch pard met with hard luck Ca y use," said the sco.ut. .."He's back in the Yuina hotel J n the hands of a doctor." "How yota find um poker-chip trail?" "The baron told us abtut that hut in the chaparral, and when Nomad and I got there we discovered your picturewriting." "' "Great wr?tin', Cayuse," interposed the trapper, w ith a grin, "on' y et 'u' d take er man with a big intelleck figger et out." um," s aid th oy, 1with an admiring


24 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. look at the scout "You re:ad um picture-writing, follow um poker-chip trail. Red-head y ellow man here, and the boy waved his hand. "Him got yellow woman long, and Apache warrior too. Heap lot yellow men on big canoe in river. "I've already found out about the big canoe, Cayuse," said the scout. "When did that come in ? "Two, three hour ago Yellow men use long paddle s bring canoe into bay. Ugh! Yellow men no good. Got bad hearts. -"They're smugglers, Cayuse. You sabe s mugglers?" "Me sabe. "Have the y ellow men unloaded any good s from the big canoe?" "No see um. "You followed the red-head yellow man down the river?" "Sure." 1When they get here?" "During night." So you ve been on the go all night anJ all day, up to now? " Pa-has-ka tell Dutch pard trail um Red Head. Dutch pard no trail um ; me trail um "Had any thing to eat?" A look of contempt cros s ed Cayuse s face. "Cayuse no s t}uaw; him all sam e warrior. Pull up bel t, eat when um get food. Heap ea sy follow boat ; heap ea s y stay here, no l e t yellow 1nen see. Umph The scout and the trapper dismounted. "We are trying to rescue the Chin 'ese w o man, Ca y use ," went on the s cout. She wa s s t o l e n a w a y fr o m h e r na tive country b y a smuggler called Tau Ke e The wo man 's name t s Yee Wong, and it is imperati ve th a t w e rescu e Yee Wot;lg and send her to San Franci s co. Sabe? " Heap sabe, nodded Cayuse. 1 "There are a lot of Chinamen on the junk and onl y three of us to turn the trick. To go back t o Yum a for help is out of the question. Yuma i s too far away, and before we could get back here with a big enough force to cope with the coolie s the junk will have s ailed awa y t o the gulf, taking Yee Wong." I "Yee Wong not on junk," said Cayuse. "She isn't?" asked the scout quickly. "She in cabin now; mebbyso go on junk Red head yellow man and Apaches watch cabin We take um Yee Wong out caqin, make run on hor s es, get away from coolies. Wuh !" "Et's better bein' born lucky ner han'some, ain t et?" crooned the trapper. "Waugh! What's er few 'Pache s one red-headed Chink? Ther job's as ea s y as fallin1 orf er log." "Take me to a place from which I can see the cabin Cayuse," said the sco,ut, thrilled by this sudden turn of events as presented by Cayuse. "Come, said Cayuse, starting up the southern slope through the manJ:anita. "Stay with the horses, Nick, s aid the to his pard; "I'm going with Cayuse to get the lay of the land. "Don't fergit me when et comes ter the fightin', begged the trapper. "Ye understand, Buffler, I owe ther SarTi-sings a '1 ull lot." We'll all have plenty of fighting, I reckon, before we get away with Yee Wong. From the bushes at the top of the bank Buffalo Bill and Ca y u s e were able to look down on a s mall stream that entered the Colorado and formed the inlet. The valley through which the stream flowed wa s narrow and crooked and a bend hid the inlet from the cabin. The cabin wa s constructed of cottonwood log s and the roof wa s of tule thatch. It wa s small and from its door ran a well-beaten path westward along the edge of the stream and t<:> the inlet. Two Apaches were dozin g in the sun in front of the cabin While the s c o ut and th e bo y were p e e ring c a u tiously d o wnward, a Chinaman in black clothe s with a long red cue s winging behind him came out of the cabin door, spoke s harpl y to one of t 1e Indians, and th e n ambled off in the di rection o f th e riv!!r. The scout the bo y gazed after him until h e had vani s hed around the bend "You want um yellow woman ," whi s pered Ca y use get her now. Mebbyso r e d h ea d yellow man go to make ready s end y ellow w oman o n bi g ca noe ." It looked to th e s cout l i k e a propitious moment. Al th o u g h he would hav e lik e d to mak e a prison e r of the red h e aded Chinaman, y et that w a s imp ossi ble consider ing that th e y would have to mak e a da s h i n ge tting clear with Yee Wong . N ow' s the time,, all ri ght, Cayu se," r e turned the scout. "We'll hav e to ru s h th e Apa c hes. T he y'll s e t up a clamor o f c ours e and that will brin g th e coolies We' ll h a ve t o ge t a wa y with Ye e W o n g b e fore the coolie s

... THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. falo Bill the two Apaches, in a few minutes, likewi s e vanished. ( Thus at grave ri sk to him s elf, the brave Indian boy had cleared th e w a y fo r the s c o ut The s c o ut felt sure that it was Ca y u s e 's to lure the two Apaches into the cut, wh e r e h e and Nomad would have no diffi culty in takin g car e o f them. J Pus hing out of the bu s hes, the sco ut burne d down the slope toward the cabin A t the cabin d oor he halted to give a cautiou s l oo k in the direction of the inl e t. No one wa s vis ible in that dir e cti on. If the s cout worked quickly, it might be po ss ible to get away with Yee Wong before the red-h e aded C hinaman or any of the coolies got wind of what wa s goin g on. The cabin do o r wa s open. A s the s c o ut's gaze passed through the opening, a queer scene met his eyes. CHAPTER XV. THE RESCUE OF YEE WONG. Almost directl y in front o f the s cout not far from the end wall of the cabin w a s a copper v ase in the form of a dragon. H a lf a d o z e n punk-stick s were smoking in the va s e fillin g the room w ith a pungent pleasant vap9r which drifte d s l owly o ut o f th e door. At the foot o.f the v as e wa s a Chinese girl. She could not hav e be e n mor e than s i x te e n y ears old, and, with her olive che e k s, alm o nd eyes, and penciled eyebrows, she wa s wondrou s l y pr e tt y Her head was bare, and her blue black hair c o mbed i n the C hine s e s t y le, was held at each s ide, a bov e her ears, b y two clu s t e r s of mock jewels. H e r blou s e an d tro u sers w er e of w hit e em broidered with go ld r w h i l e her feet bound in infancy after the barbarou s Chinese cus tom ; were small a s a child 's and enca se d in diminutive s andal s of red velvet H e r hand s which la y des pairin g l y in her lap were held t ogether by s ilver manacl es, cla s p e d to the w rists On the way to Yuma fr o m San Franc i s co the scout had s tudied the photograph s of Yee Wong and Tau Kee. There wa s not the least doubt about the girl, at whom he was lookin g being the mandarin's daughter. The drifting fog from the punk-stick s blew into the scout's face. He sneezed ; for, although the odor of the focense wa s plea s ant, a full breath of it wa s more than he could s tand. The sneeze drew the girl's attention. A s harp excla mation escaped her, and Buffalo Bill heard a sound as of s o me one moving quickl y With a quick step he crossed the threshold, only to be met b y the spiteful bark of a revolver. A bullet zipped pa s t his ear and buried itself with a thud in the log wall The girl s truggled to "her knees, cla s ping her hands and moaning with terror. Facing about, Buffalo Bill an Apache Indian. Evi dently he had been left in the hut as an inside guard. The Apache held a lance in one hand and a revolver in the other. Before the scout could reach him, he had pulled trigger again, but the hollow cl i ck that followed proved that the chambers of the weapon had been ex hausted. The scout had littfe time to bother with the redskin. The sh o t thoing down the valle y would reach the ears of the red-headed Chinaman and the coolies. In short order they would come piling up the valley, and the scout must be well away with Yee Wong by that time. With an ear-s plitting yell, the Apache cast his useless revolver aside and leaped toward the girl with his lance. A cry of fear broke from Yee Wong' s lips as Buffalo Bill sprabg at the murderous redskin and seized his lance. There was small doubt in the scout's mind but that the Apache had orders to slay the girl before allowing her to be r'escued. That wa s a favorite method pursued by the Chinese. With a fierce jerk, the scout wrenched the lance out of the Apache s hand Leaping back the savage jerked a knife his belt and flung himself forward. In this he mi s sed his calculations for the scout re ceived him on the point of the lance. Deep into his breast sank the poisoned impelled as much by the impetus of the Indian as by the strength of the scout's arms. Staggering back, the Apache flung up his hands and crumpled to the floor. Without. a word, the scout turned quickly to the girl and caught her up in hi s arm s Failing to understand that s he was being rescued the girl began to scream and s truggle. was no time for explanation s then for the s c o ut could hear a medley of yeils down the valley, and he knew that the Chinamen were coming. As he raced out of the cabin, carrying Yee Wong as easily as he would have carried a child, he s aw a wave of coolies rolling up the valley. The coolies' long knive s flashed in the sun Bpt they were armed with something besides knives, for the crack of revolvers suddenly punc tuated the frantic yelping of th e y ell o w men. The bullets sang all around the scout and the girl, s ome singing through th e a i r overhead and others kicking up little flurrie s of dust close to the scout's feet. It was impossible for Buffalo Bill burdened as he was, to make any sort of defense ; all he could do was to run as fast as he could across the bed of the valley and up the slope toward the covert of manzanita . But there were others to fight the battle for him. Cayuse and Nomad were on the brow of the ''rise," and tl-:eir weapons tuned up and began to cover the scout's flight. I The reports came like the explosion of a bunch of fire-


THE l3UFF ALO BILL STORIES. crackers, and the c oolies halted in their breakneck race for the cabin. "Get to the horses!" panted the scout, reaching the edge of the thicket. "You mount yer hoss, Buffler," called back Nomad, "an' trill! down ther cut ter ther arroyo, leadiri' mine. Cayuse an' me'iI fight ther varmints off an' keep 'em from climbin' ter ther top o' ther bank an' pickin' tts off as we hike through the brush. We'll jine ye in the !rroyo." This was a good plan, but whether it was good or not there was no time for a debate. As quickly as he could go, tlre scout stumbled through the manzanita. When h(! reached the horses he saw the two Apaches lying in the bottom of the cut Beguiled by Cayuse into the vicinity of the old trapper, the two redskins had been met and vanquished. Mounting with the girl in f_ront of him, the scout took Nomad's horse by the bridle and spurred in the direction of the arroyo. The girl was still struggling, and, as the scout had to hold her with one hand, she hampered him considerably. "Yee vVong !" he exclaimed. The girl turned to look into his face. There was an ) expression of wonder in her almond eyes. She said something, but it was in Chinese and the scout could not understand. '

THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 2.7 "\Vuh !" "Why'ever did ye quit the army, kid? a heap o' ye." "He's an odd youngster for you to have for a pard," The sojers thort remarked Gordon. "Ugh! Pony -s ojers make war on Piutes ; Piutes Lit tle Ca y use 's people ; Little Cayuse no fight "Don't blame ye fer quittin', ef thet's ther case. A Piute ain't JiRe a Pache. The 'Paches fight their own pe o ple for the whites. " Apache no g o od, s aid Little Cayuse. CHAPTER XVI. BACK IN YUMA. It' was late when the victoriou s scout reached Yuma with hi s pards and Yee Wong. The horses were com pletel y fagged, and all hands were hungry and nearly as tired as the double-burden e d horses. With scant thought for him s elf, Buffalo Bill's fir s t move was to place Yee Wong: in motherly hands of Mrs. Preston wife of the proprietor of the Grand Central H o tel. He told Mrs Preston enough of the girl's story so that she would under s tand the importance of keeping safe. Little Cayu s e was left with Yee Wong and Mrs. Preston as a body-guard with particular orders to keep an eye on Ah Fong, in case he should present him self. The baron, arou s ed from hi s slumbers by the commo tion in the hotel, got ihto his clothes and came limping to the office; there, while he was getting as much of an account of recent stirring events as he i;:ould from Cayuse, the scout and the trapper went awa y-the former to the tele g raph-office to send anothl'!r "rush" message, and the latter to return the horse s to the corral. The scout's telegram was brief, but to the point. It ran as follows: Chief of Police San Francisco. "Yee Wong in our hands. Send some one after her "CODY." Gordon and another officer came, reaching Yuma on the followin g afternoon. With them a maiden lady from one of the 'Fris co mis s ions, a lady who could talk Chinese. She to have immediate charge of Yee Wong, with the officers acting as escort. "I can hardly believe, Buffalo Bill," said Gordon "that you accomplished s o much in so short a time The chief thought there must be some mistake; but I told him there be and that you were not the sort to send a message for the fun of the thing." "I was little more than a passenger 1 at the wind-up," laughed the scout. "The credit for nearly all our suc cess on the Co,lorado belongs t.o my Piute pard and my Dutch pard-principally to the boy." "I wish I had a dozen pards as loyal, and as full of grit and initiative. Little Cayuse is a wonder, Gordon." "I believe you. Have you sent any one down the Colorado to look after that junk?" "No officers from here could go there in an official capacity, you know. The place is in Mexican territory." "I understand that. But the Mexicans themselves--" "I have b e en t old that a force of Mexicans have gone to the inlet. But I don't think they will accomplish much Everything is with them. They're too slow." "This manana bu s ine s s won t wash when you're dealing with men like these bow-string fellows." "Hardly, said the scout. "It may be," he went on, with a troubled look, "tha! the Mexican authorities will claim Yee Wong." "They 'll have to be quick about it, if they do. The girl will pa s s through the Golden Gate on her way to th; Flo wery Kingdom inside of three days." The quicker y ou get her started for home the better." The scout and the officer were having their talk on the veranda. Before they finished, Miss Tlylmpson, the l a d y from. the mission, came out of the hotel and apr proached them. "How's your protegee, Miss Thompson?" asked Gordon. "Well and happy," the lady smiled, "but she has had a terrible experience." "I imagine as much." "She is very grateful to Mr, Cody ai:id his friends, ll;Dd sa y s that she will tell her honorable father about him;. when she gets back Peking.I' '/ "How did she happen to fall into the ha,nds 9 Ta Kee's rascall y slave-hunters?" [ 1. "She was visiting her honorable h uut in Shanghai, and was car ried off to a junk in one of the river sampans. From the junk she was transferred to a vessel sailing for Acapulco, Mexico; and, at that port, she was P}lt aboard another junk and qrought up the Gulf of California to Yuma. She was first landed at that place where Buffalo Bill found her, and taken in charge by the red-haired Chinaman. From there she \WIS brought to the ren dezvous near here, where she was kept for several weeks; then, a day or two aio, a Chinaman named Ah Fong came and said that the white devils were on Yee Wong's track. That made it necessary for the red-haired China man to take Yee Wong back to the inlet again. A junk was expected to come and remove to some safer place, and the Junk had already arrived when Mr. Cody came and rescued her." "A pretty how-do-you-do when such things can happen in a country like this !" exclaimed Gordon.


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "The worst of it happened in Mexico and China i n terposed the scout; "and as for the mandarin, he has only his own countrymen to blame. If he could get at some of those Brothers of the Bow-string, I imagine that a of heads would pay for the villainy. 'Did she say anything afout Tau Kee?" went on Gor don, to Miss Thompson. ''She had quite a little to say about TatJ J

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( PURSUIT OF THE COTTO NT AIL: In some parts of the r;bbits are so plentiful that larg-e numbers can -be killed without exertion. There rabbit hunting is tame sport. But in Pennsylvania, New York, and other northeastern States rabbit-hunting is a pastime to be enjoyed. The Northern gray rabbit is not a true denizen of the forest, although he does sometimes cross a stretch of heavy timber to get to some choice feed ing-ground, or being pur sued by hounds he may leave for the moment his favorite haunts. He enjoys fhe outskirts of wood, where rail fences and stump fences abound. Beneath them he finds many woodchuck burrows, in which he takes shelter from cold and storm and into which he can run when a fox surprises him skipping about on a moonlight night. But the true home of the gray rabbit is the brush lot, where stumps, log-piles and piles of brush are found. Here he can run abot in almost perfect safety, for the scanty brush always affords him some protection, and he is never far from shelter should he see a great horned owl silently beating its way toward him. Next to man, foxes and owls arc his worst enemies. Early in the season, before cold weather sets in, he spends the day under the brush-piles, crouching by the side. of a log or a stump or perchance beneath a pile of rails, oards, and eve11 under some of the farm outbuildings. Though having the reputation of being a timid creature, Br'e1 Rabbit rather enjO}'S the society of man. Before the snow sets in rabbits ue hunted most success fully with hounds or beagles, and this is considered by some sportsmen to be the finest kind of rabbit-lwnting. There is no disputing the fact, however, that more pleasure can be derived from hunting rabbits after a good tracking snow has fallen than at any other time. Then it is that the rabbit prints the story of his night's doings upon the /now to be read by the hunter in the morning. Armed with only a gun, the true sportsman sallies forth after a fresh fall of snow and oon finds a rabbit-track that was made the night before. Carefully he follows it back and forth through the brush, now across a frozen swamp, now 1 along the margin pf a st.ream, and then through an orchard where the rabbit has# gone to feed upon the apples on the ground. From the orchard the tracks lead the hunter in a circuit to a brush lot, and suddenly he comes to a rounded de pression in the snow under a bush where Bunny has been napping since the sun came up. The chase now begins in earnest. Judging from the distance between the tracks, Bunny must have started off at a 2 :40 clip, which, if kept up, would soon put several miles between him and his pt1rsuer. But the hunter does not worry about this. He knows that Bunny's fright is only spasmodic. At that very moment the little animal may be not more th<1n a few hundred yards away, standing up and looking back at his pursuer. The hunter must now be all eyes. He must watch not only the tracks before him, but also the brush on both sides, for he knows not at what moment the rabbit will turn and circle to the right or to the left. The impulse of the young h\mter is to hurry ahead and try to overtake the game, but when the snow is very deep one might as well attempt to overtake a flash of lightning. You are just as liable to see yot}r game by advancing slowly as you are by going fast. Bunny seems to know that his legs are nimbler than yours, and he exert:; himself just enough to keep beyond your reach, no matter how quick yciur pace. Trailing a rabbit often calls ;for the skill of a woodsman or an Indian. Even after hours of patient tracking, the hunter may lose the track in a tangle of other tracks and be obliged to give up the chase and seek another locality where the conditions are more favorable. Not only that, but shoutd the rabbit become tired, or be too hard pressed, the hunter suddenly comes to the end of the trail leading into a woodchuck's burrow, or under a huge pile of stumps where it is impossible for him to get at the game. In the course of a day's tramp the hunter will often lose eight or ten rabbits this way. The rabbit-hunter who looks upon this kind of trailing as too much exertion uses a dog to do the work for him, a hound or a beagle. Soon after he gets into tl:ie hunting country the of the dog tells him that a rabbit-tracl< has been found. Rabbits usually keep within a certain comparatively small area and are loath to leave itll bounds, so the hunter has a good chance to get a shot at the game if he chooses a good stand and waits until the dog.drives the game to him. If the snow is light and deep, so that the rabbit sinks and is un able to keep ahead of the dog; he will take advantage of the first hole or shelter. On the other hand, if the ground is bare or there is only a thin covering of snow, Bunny will sometimes play with the dog for an hour or more before he gets tired and dives into a burrow. Perched on a stump or on the top of a brush.pile the hunter listens to the deep bay of the hound and watches him working out the riddle of tracks. If the hound is a good one, it is interesting indeed to see him nosing liis way alo11g,


30 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. frequently g1vmg in an impatient vexed manner, conveying the idea that while he has found a comparatively fresh rabbit-track he has been unable to work it out to his entire satisfaction. Back and forth through the brush the faithful hound work s doubling and redoubling, cros s ing and recrossing his path time and again in an effort to find where the rabbit is hiding. Suddenly he starts off at full speed, giving vent to loud qt\ick yelp s Then th e hunter know s that the game has been jumped and the chase is on. Several rods in advance of the hound the hunter occa sionally catches a glimpse of the rabbit, now leaping across an open space, now leisurely sauntering along a stump fence while the hound is working out a bit of perplexing track, then starting off at full pace as the dog presses hitp After half an hour or so of waiting during which the rab bit may several time s have passed the hunter's stand just beyond guns hot, the l'abbit finally gives hiJU the opportunity sought, or the con stant baying of the dog in one location tells him that his game has been holed and he might as well get his dog and s eek a new field. This holing up of a rabbit 'is just what the pot-hunter is loo.king for, for he uses 1a ferret to drive the rabbit from the burrow. In this way large numbers of rabbits are caught by the pot-hunter where the true sportsman would get but few. 1n New York the law forbids rabbit-hunting with ferrets, but this makes little differ e n c e to the pot-hunter. With his ferret in a bag or a satchel slung from his shoulder he tracks a rabbit into a hole, or with his dog drives it to shelter. After blocking other holes, should there be any, he slides the ferret into the burrow, and, kneeling before the entrance, awaits developments. For several minutes all is still. Then there is heard a deep, rumbling sound far down in the earth, and the man knows that the ferret has found the rabbit and has started it There are two ways of catching the game as it comes out. The hunter can use his hands if he chooses, but the common method is to stretch a grain sack over the burrow's entrance, into which the frightened rabbit dashes. He is then lifted out by the hind legs and his neck is broken. A sort of compromise between the true sports!Ua n and. the pot-hunter just described is the hunter who gives the rabbit a chance for his life. He backs away from the burrow after liberating his ferret, and when the l'.abbit comes out he exerts his skill with a gun as the animal bounds over the snow in search of another place of safety. A ferret that has not had his four long canine teeth cut, or has not been muzzled, will sometimes succeed in killing a rabbit in the burrow and cau s e his owner much trouble and delay. Instead of the thunderlike rumble, the hunter will hear high-pitched cries and the rumpus caused by the tussling animals. From one part of the burrow to another he can follow them by tile sound, but soon all is quiet and his fears are realized. What happens now? Well, it is simply a waiting-game in the tables are turned. Up to the present moment the ferret has been waiting on the hunter, now the hunter waits on the ferret. The hunter probably gave the ferret a scanty meal that morning in order to whet his hunting-instinct. Now that the animal has killed a good meal, he probably not leave until he has gorged himself. Then, being sleepy and finding a nice warm bed of leaves at the bottom of the burrow, he will curl up and take a nap. The hunter may call and coax and possibly he will catch a glimpse of the ferret peeking out at him, as though tb 'say, "Oh, no; you can't get me to leave this warm meal and bed for that close, stuffy bag." If he has a rabbit in his hunting coat he keeps it handy for just such an emergency, and the instant he catches sight of the ferret he thrusts the rabbit deep into the hole and shakes it in an effort to persuade the ferret to catch hold of it and be dra.wn out. Should this trick fail the probability is that the hunter, after waiting from half an hour to three hours, will block up every entrance to the burrow and leave the forret a prisoner. The following morning he will return and open the burrow, when he usually is able to coax the ferret out. Many persons consider rabbit equal to chicken. The meat is tender when cooked properly, and, owing to the thick layer of flesh that runs along the back-bone, there is mo r e eating to a rabbit than any other animal of its size. ONE BY CAPTAIN R. M. HA WTJ;IORNE. 'I George Denvers, a Kentucky pioneer, ceased swinging his keen ax one summer day when the giant oak was cut half in two, and, leaning on the glittering implement, gazed with a look of yearning affection along the forest path, in the direction of his home, a third of a mile away. He had traversed that trail scores of times, going to and fr'om thi s spot in the woods, which he had been busily occupied in cl\;:aring for weeks past. The soil was rich, he wa s rugged, strong, and enterprising, and he knew that every acre that he could prepare for cultiva tion would in time repay him tenfold. The settler always carried his rifle, powder-horn, and bullet-pouch with him when h$! left home for the day, besides leaving a similar weapon behind for the use of his wife in case of necessity, for she was hardly a less skilful shot than he had lived in Kentucky for a couple of years There was danger at first from hostile Indians, and the pioneer exchanged shots more than once ,...with the dusky miscreants; but the country was settling rapidly, the smoke of more than one cabin being visible from his own door. The red men had fallen steadily back before the advancing tide of civilization, until the pioneers had com to fear them no more. So it was that George Denvers' constant compa1\ionship with his rifle was in obedience to a habit rather than because of a belief that the reaf neces sity for such precaution existed. It was early in the afternoon that the pioneer ceased his work for a brief while and cast that affectionate look at the winding forest path which led to his home, where his faithful helpmeet was busy with her household duties. But it was not the faintly marked trail at which he was gazing, but at a per s on who was walking away from him. That person was his little daughter Nellie, six


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 31 yeati; old, who was moving homeward, singing snatches .of song to herself and swinging a small basket in her hand. For days Nellie had begged her Iii.rents to allow her the privilege of carrying her father's '1inner to him. He had always taken his midday lunch in the woods, and he did not fancy the thought of his precious little one making the journey alone. There seemed no danger, however, and Nellie persisted in her winning entreaty, until at last the parents con sented. Accordingly, a short time before meridian, the .fond mother placed the little basket in her charge, kissed good-by, and, standing in the doorway, watched her until a turn in the path hid her from sight. She reached her father safely, for, though the path had been worn only by his feet, she had no trouble in keeping it. She lingered, playing with him for some time after the lunch was eaten, but finally kissing him farewell,. as she had mother, she mo.ved gaily toward home. 1 The father did not stir for some minutes after she had vanished. Then with a sigh he resumed his work,. and persevered until the forest monarch came crashing to the earth. There was a vast amount of labor awaiting him, but instead of settling about it with the vigor he was accustomed to show, he leaned his ax against the malsive, prostrate trunk and stood a rfloment in perplexed thought. "We never ought to have allowed her to come alone,'" he said, with another deep sigh; "I cannot rest until I know she is safely home again." Leaving the implement inclined against the log, he picked up his weapbn, slung the string of his powder horn and bullet-pouch over his shoulder, and while doing so was walking rapidly in the footsteps of his little' girl. Now that he was acting in obedience to the promptings of fear, he felt like running instead of walking, and the vague misgiving that had been forming in his mind became the torturing certainty that a fearful peril im pended over his loved Nellie. About half-way between the clearing and his home the was crossed by a rivulet so small that Nellie could leap it without difficulty. The ground on both sides was so moist and yielding that one's footprints showed plainly; and, glancing downward as he was on the point of bounding lightly he saw the impressions made by the snoes of his child. But his heart gave a ,great throb when he discovered at the same moment tbe marks of a pair of moccasins, which, in one or two places, almo st obliterated the fairy like trail. The father was unusually skilled in wood. craft, and it required but a few seconds for him to learn that the Indian had been there after Nellie set out for her home. There could be no doubt, therefore, that he was follo}ing her. The settler now sped along the trail on a loping trot, JUst as he had clone when engaged with the scouts and hunters in pursuing the marauding bands of Shawanoes and Wyandots. His eyes were fixed OIJ the ground im mediately in frorit, and nothing escaped that keen vision. Lik_e a flash,. he the point where Nellie had left the path, and; turning to the left, had off ainong the trees . Stoopipg 9own. he scrutinized the ground more c_losely than ever. H was as he feared. The faint imprint 0f the moccasins showed beside the marks of the tittle shoes. The warrior and the child were in company; the latter __ had .been taken captive by the Indian: The lips of the father closed tightly, and the dark eyes flashed with an ominous light as he strode away among the trees, carrying his long rifle in a trailing position in his right hand. He glanced downward now and then, so as to make certain he was not going astray, but he scrutinized every part of the forest as it opened before him with a thoroughness that did not permit the falling leaf to escape his vision. .He knew the savage and his prisoner could not be far off, and he was in momentary expectation of coming in sight of them. He was not disappointed. It was only a few hundred yards from the trail that he caught the gleam of his little one's dress directly ahead. Stepping noiselessly behind a tree, he stole softly forward a few paces, and then the whole thing was before 4im. A giant Indian was seated on a fallen tree with his back toward the pioneer. He was motionless., but the parent noticed that his right hand rested on his toma hawk at his hip, his left arm loosely enclosing his gun. 1 His eyes were fixed u'pon the little girl, who stood a few paces away facing him,' and, as a consequence, her father, whom she did not see. The latter interpreted the situation thus: Nellie was ple!ding that she might be allowed to go home, and whether the captor understood her words or not he could not fail to understand her manner. He was probably considering the questionwhether he ought to rise and continue his flight with her or e11d the matter by slaying her, all the signs pointing to the latter conclusion. George Denvers commanded the situation. It was the easiest thing in the world to encl the matter without danger to or child. He was an unerring marksman; but as he brought his rifle to a level, he wished to spare the savage, though the wretch was entitled to no mercy. "I'll give him the chance he wouldn't give me," mut tered the pioneer, who the next moment stepped from be hind the tree in plain sight, and with his weapon still at a dead level, called : / "Nellie, come to me!" "Oh, papa!" exclaimed the delighted child, a'S she rec ognized her parent, and started with outstretched arms on a run toward him. The Indian sprang up, as if bitten,by a serpent, and wheeled about with the quickness of lightning. He saw the gun pointed straight at him. He must have known that th e white man had restrained himself through a de sire to show him mercy, for were it otherwise he would have fired before giving the alarm. Knowing this, he must have understood, too, that he had only to remain "neutral" in order to save himself. But that would have permitted captive to escape, and the white mari to triumph, and that was contrary to Indian nature. The tomahawk was snatched from his girdle, and with inctedible quickness he drew it back over his shoulder with the purpose of hurling the deadly weapon at the unsuspecting child. George Denvers' woodcraft and past experience, how-: ever, had taught him to expect that very. thing. He was ready for it. Before the warrior could drive the toma hawk into the body o"f Nellie her father pressed tr:igger, . I have said he was an unerring marksman, and on this. occasion he

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You can have your news-dealer order them or they will be sent direct by the publishers to any addre ss upon receipt of the price in money or postage-st.amps. 388-Buffalo Bill's Desperate Plight. . . 5 4-Buffalo Biii's Diamond Hitch ....... 5 397-Bufl'alo Bill's Trackers ............. 5 476-Buffnlo Bill anit...t: Fate. 5 398-Buffalo Blll's Dutch Pard .......... 5 477-But'l'alo...Blli au-Buffalo Bill o'ld the R e d Horse Hunt413 Buffalo Bill's King Stroke .......... 5 ers . . . . . ................ I\ .... g 496-Bull'alo Bill's Dan>;erous Duty ...... 5 u a o I s um res couts .. r ... 498-Bull'nlo Bill 1: T.lnttja Wells ........ 5 416-Buffalo Bill and the l\Jan -wolf ...... 5 e Men of Mendon. 5 41.7-Bull'alo Blil and His Wlnl! ed Pard ... 5 500-Bull'alo Bill ,,t R i)nbow's End ...... 5 418Bull'alo Bill at Babylon Bar ........ 5 501-Buffalo Bl!! And the Russian Plot ... 5 419-Buffalo Bill's Lonf Arm .......... 5 502-Buffalo RP-Bnffalo Bill's Balloon Escape ....... 5 508-Bull'al o Bill's Witchcraft ......... : 5 427-Buffalo Bill's Borde r War .......... 5 !509-Buffalo B!ll s Mountain Foes. . . . 5 428-Buffalo Bill's M cxtcan Mix -up ....... 5 510-Duffal o Bill's Battle Cry ........... 5 429-Buffalo Bill and the Game cock ...... 5 511-Bull'ulo BU l's Fll!ht for the Right. . 5 43C-Buffalo Bill and the Cheyenne Raiders 5 512-Bn alo Bill's Barbec ue ............ 5 431-Bulfa lo Bill's Whirlwind Finish. . . 5 513" lo Bill and the R e d Renegade . 5 432-Buffalo Bill's Santa Fe Seciet ...... 5 614-u Bill and the Apache Kid .... 5 Bill and the Taos Terror .... 5 5 5 1 1 5 6-_BBtt1 1 nll BB1ru' a. r. ... 5 434-Buffalo Bill's Brace let of Gold ...... 5 P 5 435-Bull'alo Biii and the Border Bnrou .. 5 517-BuffulciBll ;i Ct.lef J:Iawkch ee .... 5 436-Buffalo Bill at Salt River Ranch .... 5 518-Buffalo Bill and tbl' Indian Girl. ... 5 437-Buffnlo Bill's Panhnndl i Man-hunt . 5 519-Bull'alo Bill Across the Rio Grande .. 5 438-Bull'alo Hlll at Blosso m Rnnge ...... 5 520-Buffalo Biil and the Headless Horse 439-Buffalo Bill and Juniper Joe ....... 5 man ........................... 5 440-Bull'a lo B!ll's Final S coo p .......... 5 52'1-Bull'alo Bill's Cll'an Sweep ......... 5 441-Bull'alo Bill at Clearwater .......... 5 522-Buffnlo Biii's Hnndful of Pearl s .... 5 442-Rufl'alo Bill's Wlnulnr: Hand ........ 5 523-Buffalo Bill' s Pueb lo Foes .......... 5 549-Buffalo Bill and the Klan of Kan ... 1J 550-Buffalo Bill and the Sorc e i ess . .... 5 551-Buffalo Bill in the Ute Outbreak .... 5 552-Bull'alo Biii and the Borde r B e ll Q . (l 553-Bull'al o Biii's Lost Trail ......... 5 554-Buffalo Bill's Cl ever Capture ..... 5 51\5-Butfalo Biii and the White Chief .. 1J 556-Butl'alo Bill and the Gambler ...... 5 557-Buffalo Bill and the Blac k Parsqn . 5 f\58-Buffalo Biii and the Ton Takers ... 5 559-Bull'nlo Bill and the Blur Masks .... r. 560-Suffalo Bill and th_ e Valley T errors . 5 561-nufllalo Rill and the Rnnc h e ro Klnfl. fi 562-Bull'al o Bill and the Affair of Honor (l 563-Buffal o Biii and the Ranger Robbers. 5 564-Butfalo Bill's Blizzard Pards.: ..... 5 565-Buffalo Bill's Indtnn Allies ........ r. 566-Buffal o Bill Snowbound ... ......... 5 g 569-Bull'alo Bill and the Conspirator Cap taln .......................... .Ii 570-Bull'alo Bill and the llfystenous Rnnc b e ro .................... 6 571-Rnll'nlo Biii on the Salt Lake Trail.. 5 572-Buffalo Bill and the verland Out la\\' S . . . . . . . . . .. rt n73-Rull'alo Bill and the Boy H egulamn. A.. 574-Bull'alo Bill and the R e d Buzzards . I\ 575-Butfalo Bill and the R e d Butte rfly . 1i 576-Bull'nl o Bill nnd the Valley Vigi-,,, !antes ....................... 577Buffnlo Bill nnd t h e Silk Laso .... :; 5 78-Bufl'al o Bill nnd the Gold Boome s., :> 579-Buffn l o Bill In Lost Vnllry .. ....... I\ 580-Buffalo Bill nnd the Apncb e D"'arfs I\ 581-Bull'nlo Bill and tlw Red ... !i 582-Bull'nl o Bill's Outlaw Allies ......... !i 583-Butinlo Bill's QucPr Pa rd ........... !l ;)84-Buffalo Bill's Strunge Prisoner ...... r. 58::i-Buffalo Bill's Daring Dron r ........ :; 586-Buffnlo Bill's Young Traile r ..... ... !J 587-Buffalo Bill and the War Hnwk ... :; 588-Buffal o Bill's Strange Pur suit ....... :; 589-Bull'alo Bill's Drath Trap ....... .... !i 590-Bull'nlo Bill's Ila rd Chase ......... :; 591-Buffalo Bill in the Blac k Bills .... :; NEW BUFF ALO BILL WEEKLY 443-Buffalo Bill's Cinch Clnlm .......... 5 524-Ilull'nlo Biii's Taos Tote m .......... 5 444-Buffalo Bill's Comrades ............ 5 525-Buffalo Bill and the Pawnee Propbl't 5 1-Butfalo Bill's Blind L l'ad. . . . . . :; 445-Bulfalo Bill in the Bad Lands ....... 5 526-Buffnlo Bill and Old Wande roo ...... 5 2-Bufl'alo Bill's Bold W o rk ............ :; 446-Buffalo Bill and th e Boy Bugler . . 5 527-Buffnlo BJll' s Afc rry War. . . . . 5 3-Buffnlo Bill Resif?g('d. . . . . . . . ' 447-Buffalo Biii and the H en the n C b I nee. 5 528-Bull'alo Bill and Grizzly Dan ...... 5 4-Bull'nlo Biii Turns the Tabl<'.'. ... .... :; 448-Bull'alo Rill and the Chink War ..... 5 529-Buffalo Bill at Lone Trre Gnp ...... 5 5-Bufl'nl o Bill at Bay ................. :; of' 5 g mosa ......................... 5 532-Bull'nlo Bill and the Sluice Robb e r ... 5 8-Buffalo Bill's Escape ................ :; 452-Buffalo Bl!l's Lones ome Trail ....... 5 533-Buffnlo Biii on Lost Riv e r.. . . . . 5 -Buffalo Bill's Blockhouse . . . . . :; 453-Bulfalo Biii's Quarry .............. 5 Bill's Thunderbolt ..... ..... 5 10-Buffnlo Biii's Canon Cache .......... g g .. .-. 4':.6-Bull'alo Bill and Old Moonlight ..... 5 537-Bmtalo r:n1 11"1 t he Talking Statue .. I\ 13-Bull'alo Bill's Blindfold Dur!. ........ :; 457-Bull'alo Bill R epaid ................ 5 538-Ru! ra lo Bill's Me c ieln e Trail ........ 5 14-Buffalo Bill's llfexlcn n Feud ......... :; 458-Rull'ale Bill's Throwback ........... 5 l539-1311tl'alo Bill and the Knife Wizard ... 511 5-Bull'alo Bill's Still Hunt ............. :; 4 59-Buffalo Bill's "Sight Unseen" ....... 5 540-Bt ll'alo Biii nno tbe R e d B edouin .. 5 Bill's Fiercest Fl,::bt ......... ;, 4GO-Buffalo Bill's N e w Pard ......... . 5 541-J 1ffalo Bill and the Prairie Corsairs 5 17-Bull'alo Biii's Navaho Ally ......... 461-Butl'alo Biii's "Winge d Victory" . ... 5 542hnll'alo Bill' Scarlet Pick-up ....... 5 Bill's B<:>st Shot ....... ..... 462 -Buffalo Elli's Pieces-ot-ell!bt ....... 5 543-Bull'alo Bill's Mental Magic ......... 1i 19-Bull'nlo Bill's Girl Pnrd ............ 463-Buffalo Bill and the Eil!ht Vaqueros. 5 544-Buft'nlo Bill and the Los t Indian. . 1i 20-Bull'alo Bill' s Eagle Eye ........... 464-Bull'alo B!n;s Unlucky Siesta ....... .''i 545-Bull'alo Blll;s Conquest ............ 5 21-Buffalo Bill's Arizona Alllancl' ...... 465-Butfalo Bills Apache Clue ......... 5 546-Ruffnlo Bills Waif of the West ..... ii 22-Bull'alo Bill's M exican AdYcnture ... 4116-Bull'nl o Bill and the ArinchP Tote m .. 5 54 7 -Iluffalo Bill's JUl!l!le With Fate ..... n 23-Bull'a lo Bill After the Bandits ...... 467 -Buffalo Bill's Golden Wondr r ....... !'i '548Buffa1o Bill and th!! 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