Buffalo Bill's enigma, or, Pawnee Bill and the house of mystery


previous item | next item

Citation
Buffalo Bill's enigma, or, Pawnee Bill and the house of mystery

Material Information

Title:
Buffalo Bill's enigma, or, Pawnee Bill and the house of mystery
Series Title:
Buffalo Bill stories
Creator:
Buffalo Bill
Place of Publication:
New York
Publisher:
Street & Smith
Publication Date:
Language:
English
Physical Description:
1 online resource (31 p.) 28 cm.: ;

Subjects

Subjects / Keywords:
Dime novels. ( rbgenr )
Western stories. ( lcsh )
Buffalo Bill -- Fiction -- 1846-1917 ( lcsh )
Genre:
serial ( sobekcm )

Record Information

Source Institution:
University of South Florida
Holding Location:
University of South Florida
Rights Management:
The University of South Florida Libraries believes that the Item is in the Public Domain under the laws of the United States, but a determination was not made as to its copyright status under the copyright laws of other countries. The Item may not be in the Public Domain under the laws of other countries.
Resource Identifier:
020911107 ( ALEPH )
15930135 ( OCLC )
B14-00113 ( USFLDC DOI )
b14.113 ( USFLDC Handle )

Postcard Information

Format:
serial

Downloads

This item has the following downloads:


Full Text

PAGE 2

Issued Wee1'ly. By subscription ,2.50 per year. Entered as Second-class Matter at the N. Y. Post Office, by STREET & SMITH, 79-89 Sevent h Ave., N. Y. Copyright, 1910, by STREET & SMITH. No. 485. N E W YORK A u gu st 27, 1910. Price Five Cents. BUFFALO ( BILL'S ENIGMA; OR, Pawnee Bill and the House of Mystery. By t he author of "BUFF ALO BILL." THE "LADIES' AID." "The question is, sisters," and Miss Minerva Skilo looked up from her knitting, "are we goin' to suffer them poor human bein's to remain in that jail without any friendly ministrations? Are we heathen, or ain't we heathen?" \ "We ain't!" declared Mrs. Perry Blazer, pinning her sewing firmly to her knee "I got it from Perry that the pris'ners have got iron manacles on their hands and feet. Imagine I Jest imagine that in a civilized country It makes me that mortified I could almo s t die." "I never heard of sicl'r savage
PAGE 3

2 THE. BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "I move," said ,efister Herrick, that thi s Aid So ciety w'lit on tho s e pri s oner s in a body and carry them s ome comforts." "I'll take a. bokay I" cried .Mrs Blaz e r enthu s ia s tically, waving her hand at a bunch of' wild flower s which she had gathered for the delectation of the Society during the s ewing bee. "That bokay will do the pri s' ner s more good than it will us. Why, it will give 'em a whiff of the plains, the great, free plains, which th e y ain t never to roam ag in. Mrs P e terson arose to her feet1 her fate flus h e d with a s pirit of s elfs acrifice. Si s ter s ," s he cried, unrav eling several s titche s a s s he wa ve d her work in one liand and her bobbin in the other, "we got two quarts of ice cream made for u s by th e c oo k at th e Spread Eagle Hotel. Suppo s e we take tha t ice cream to the poor pris ner s in their hot an' s tuffy c e ll s !" The s uggestion wa s r ece i v e d w ith de light. W h e n there was a little Miss Minerva Skilo got on her fe et. Si sters ," s aid Mis s Skilo, "I ha v e s ome tract s for th e m pri s'J;J.ers too. W e 'll tak e the tract s al o ng w ith th e ice cr e am and th e flowe r s It was me brought u p th e subj e ct of th e pri s' ners, and I brought it up becau s e th e r e came t o m y h o u se thi s m o rnin' a half breed girl w ho say s s h e's Black Sal v a do r e 's s i s ter. She w a nt e d thi s philanthropic soc i e ty t o do som e thin' to allevi a t e h e r brother's sad plight, and I p ro mised th e poor girl I'd bring the matte r befo r e y ou She sa id s h e 'd ca ll h e r e to find out what we d d o if anythin', an I'm ex p ec tin' h e r an y minit." I, for one," s aid Mrs. H e rri c k, a m gla d s h e s c o m ing. My hu s b a nd alw a ys sa y s that ch a rity o ught to b e gin at home and not jump blindly into S o uth Africa when th e r e's so much t o be d o ne right around P overty F lat. I reckon H e rrick w on't find a n y fa ult w h e n h e know s what w e're d o ing for the p ri s'ne r ." Will they let us into the j a il?" qneried Mrs D erry Dolliver. They will," asseited Mrs: Pete r so n, ''or I'll giv e P e terson a talkin' to that h'e won t fergit in a hurry. We' ll git int o th e jail all right, Si s ter Dolliver, and--" A rap fell on the door. "That's h e r now, s aid Mi ss Min e rva Skil o, hurrying to open the door. A swarthy young woman in a gingh a m dress a nd s un bonnet, carrying a ba s k e t on her arm, ent e red th e ro om. How de do Cactu s B l osso m?" c ri e d Mi ss Skil o se i z ing the young worpan's hand. "We're goin' to do s om e thin" for your je s t made up our min ds t o it. Ladies, and s he turne d to the rest o f the soc i e ty this here is Cactu s Blo ss om, B la c k Salvad o r e s s i s t e r. She don't live in the Flat, but s he come in to b e around town while her brother 's in jail." The Aid Society, carried away by generou s sentiment s flocked around Cactus Blo ss om a nd caressed and sym pathized with her in h e r affliction. Mebbeso you tak e Salva d ore s omething, huh? in quired Ca c):us Blo ss om greatly emb a r r a sse d by the e r a of good fe e ling into which s he found herself thus sp.d denly plunged. "Flowers and ice cream, Cactus Blossom," beamed Mrs Herrick. "We're going to the jail in a body and reliev e the suffering s of the poor, suffering pris'ners," 'Gpod !'' an s wered C actu s Blo ss om, s e izing Si s t e r H er rick s hand and pressing it to her lips. "How. t o uchin' !" whi s per e d Mi ss Skilo t o Mrs P erry Blazer Kindn ess ain't never throw e d a w ay, M r s B lazer whi s pered b a ck to Mi ss Skil o "You tak e em chu c k, t oo huh ? as ked C actu s B l os som, diving int o her b as k e t a nd pull i ng o ut a roas t turke y "Me ketch mu turk for S al va d o r e c oo k um, but the m a n at the jail n o l e t Ca c tu s Blo sso m gi ve um turk t o Sa l vador e ." "That m a n at th e j ail i s a b ru t e flared Mrs. D ollive r Y o u g o l on g with us, Cact u s B l ossom, an' I'll be t a c o pp e r tent Sa lv a d o r e git s th e tttrlcey. T hey won t da r e try t o keep its out o' th e j ail." C a c tu s B l osso m s lum pe d int o a c h a ir an d b e gan t o weep. "Chirk up, C acttiSJ B l ossom urged Mrs. Pet e r son. "We ai n' t all h ea th e n s in Pover t y F lat. The h a lf-br eed girl drew the ba c k of h e r h and across her eyes and lo o k e d up. "It's a h e ap b e tter ," sa i d s h e p l a in t i ve l y i f I d o n't g o Yo u t a k e um turk t o Salvado r e p l e ase. You g ood lady." I "It might prejudic e th e k eepe r of th e j ai l ag'in us re m arke d M i ss Skil o aft e r a per i od of th o u g ht, "if we t oo k C a c tu s Blosso m a l o ng. It's j est a s well, s i s t e rs, t o l e t h e r go back w h e r e s h e s t ays, a n we'll t o t e the turk e y al o ng w ith th e ice c r eam an d t h e flowe r s " Wo m e n aint' g o t n o r i ght s an y more," s ai d M r s P erry B l aze r. "See h ow thi s poo r t hin g i s i mp6sed o n becau s e s h e s a half -b reed a n for nothi n e lse. Yes, s i sters," a n d s h e shoo k h e r clenched hand, "we'll tote th e t ru k ey t o th e j ail an' we'll ge t it into the ha n d s of B l ack S al v ad o re, t o o. My, but it 's a h eavy turkey and s h e lif t e d th e roaste d fow l a n d b a l a n ced it in he r h ands "You h ea p gaod l ad i es, every o n e gurg l ed Cac t us Blossom. T h en s he bega n a nd ki sse d th e h a nd o f eve r y m e m be r of t he Lad i es' A i d Soc i e t y W h e n thi s oscu l a tory f ea t h ad b ee n p er:formed, s he fad e d fro m th e room, wip ing her e y es as s h e wen t. / M i ss Mine r v a S kil o flic k e d a w ay a truant t ea r fro m b e hind h er glasses D o in' goo d t o folk s in d i stress," sa id s he, i s an easy t hing, an' g i ves a cheery f eelin' to the hear t. C actus B l ossom, s i s t e r s woul d l a y dow n h e r li f e for a ny one of u s " I wond e r w hat' s h e r p e r s u as i o n ? i nq uir e d M rs. D erry D o lliv er. I don't reck o n s h e h a s a ny a n swe r ed M rs. Perry B l a z e r. "Half -b re eds li ke th a t, do n t h ave th e adva n t a ges of their whit e s i s t e r s Sha ll we s t art fo r t h e j ail?" "Yes, let' s ," c a me th e g e11eral r espo nse. Work wa s l a id as ide, and the e ight m e mber s o f the soc iety put on t h e ir bonn e t s a nd t railed of the r o om in c o lumn of twos. Mrs. P erry Bl aze r, w i th h e r b ok a y ," and Mi ss M i nerva S kil o w ith the ba s k e t cont a i n ing the roa s t turkey h e aded th e p r oc e ss i o n Mrs P e t e rson an d M r s H e rri c k came ne x t w ith the bu c k e t c on t a ining the ice cre a m, a nd the other s follo w e d, s miling, bJ;!t det e rmin e d The proce ss ion march e d d own the du s ty m a i n stree t wa t c h e d with awe and curi os ity by the to wnspeop l e During the march, M rs. Herrick pi c k e d u p h e r h usband and Mrs. Blaz r picked up Blazer, and Mrs. Dolliv e r

PAGE 4

l THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. . 3 picl{ed up On the way fo the jail the situation 'rail, caused the old trapper to throw up his hands and was explained to the cattlemen. blink. The cattlemen objected to the_,. performance, declaring "Scoot-a-wa h-boo !" laughed the prince of the bowie. that Ponca Dave and Black Salvadore were a pair of "How's this for a show, pards ?" thieving scoundre ls and deserved all the punishment that "Et's some blindin' ter the eyes, Pawnee," answered was -coming to them. They demanded that the procession Nomad. "Wh)leve' hev ye done et, compadre? An' break up, and that the members go back to their sew ing. whar aire ye headin in all yore dazzlin' splencl'or ?" The Aid Society wouldn't li s ten, so the cattl e men com"That's what I'd like to know, compadre," laughed promised with the society and agreed to let them visit the the scout "What's your excuse?" jail and hand over the flowers, and the turkey, and the "Well," chuckled Pawnee Bill, "I've sworn by my ice cream to the prisoners. 'medicine' to cut a sp lurg e at the greaser baile over to -It was not many hours before the three cattlemen ward Adobe Walls this evening." were sorry they had "compromised." "Baile?" echoed old Nomad. "I'm some partial ter bailes myself. Whyever didn't ye tell me erbout this 'un, ---CHAPTER II. AN INVITATION-AND A THREAT. "Waugh! Ain't he dazzlin', Buffler? Fer why is Pawnee puttin' on so much dog this arternoon ?" The excitement attending the niarch of the Ladies' Aid Society to and from the jail, had died down some what. The townspeople were discussing the event with broad smiles, and or/ the veranda, in front of the Spread Eagle Hotel, Buffalo Bill was li s tening t6his trappei pard on the subject of woman's rights, mite societies, and the folly of committing matrimony and serving a life for it. A'l'Jruptly old Nomad broke off his remarks along that particular line, leaned over the veranda railing, and pointed up the street. The scout, following the leveled finger with his eyes, saw Pawnee Bill cantering toward the veranda on hi s big buckskin, Chick-Chick. The prince of the bowie was more ornamental than the scout had ever seen him before. He was garbed as a Mexican rico, and his trim, sinewy form had never shown to better advantage. Pawnee's high Mexican hat had hawk 's bells jingling along the brim. The wizard had transforred his bu11ion band from his som brero to the hat with the peaked crown, so that with the bjtnd and the hawk's bells, the greaser lfeadgear had become as radiant as it was mu sical. Jacket and trousers were of brown velvet, the trouser s slashed, Mexican fashion, below the knee and laced with tinsel cord. Gold buttons ornamented the trousers along the outer seams, and they were caught in at the waist with gilt cla sps The jacket, gl eaming with big silver buttons, opened at the front to disclose ruffles of spot less linen. / At his belt Pawnee carried hi s twin destroyer s-forty five caliber revolve s whimsically known as "Tom and Jerry." The hoi st rs were pushed well back toward either hip. Out of a scabbard in front peeped the gold handle of Ta-koon-wan-kan, the famous Price knife of which Pawnee Bill was prince and master. Half covering the belt, fluted with cartridges, was a brown sash of heavy silk. Slunk in it s case under the right stirrup l eat her was the ei?ht-square buffalo gun, called "Old Spitfire" by the prince of the bowie. Chick-Chick, like his master, was ga y with unu sua l trappings, and the barbaric sp l endor of the spectacle, as Pawnee Bill halted with a flourish close to the veranda I Pawnee, so'st the baron an' me could hev trailed erlong with ye? Ef et ain't till night, then we got time "On-she-ma-da, pard I'm the only one of Buffalo Bill's pards who's going to attend this baile." "Why?" asked the scout, sensing a fact of importance somewhere at the back of Pawnee Bill's head. "Beca use, smiled the prince of the bowie, "I've a weakness for braiding the tail ,of a mule and feeling the teeth of a bobcat with my fingers." "Ye're torkin' Siwash, amigo," fretted Nomad "Put et inter plain U States, kain't "Av-pe-tu-we !" Pawnee Bill removed his hat and fished from its crown a playing card. This he handed to the scout. "Read that, necarni s," said he. The card was the ace of clubs. Around the single pip was written : "If the prince of the bowie is as brave as they say, will he dare come to Sebastian's baile to-night? Will he dare come alone? Let him outshine the other caba,lleros, making himself a bright inark for his foes." The queer invitation was not signe It was written in a feminine hand-a fact which made the veiled threat scarcely less dangerous. "I don't like the looks of this, pard," said the scout. "Talk-a-heap is a fine brave," returned Pawnee Bill sententiously, "but Do-a-heap is a better. I want to find out what's at the bottom of that." "And you're determined to probe the mystery singlehanded?" "Yes." "Well, Pawnee, I wish you all kinds of luck; and I have this to say: If you're not back in the Flat at sun rise. to-morrow, your pards will be looking for you in the direction of Sebastian's." Pawnee Bill lighted a cigar. "I'll circulate promjnently around this fandango," said h e, "and I'll trip-through a bolero with the writer of that invitation. What's more, necarnis, I'll be back at the Flat by sunup." The glint in the eyes and the snap of the jaws, all went to prove the determination of the prince of the bowie. "Who gave you that bid to the baile, Pawnee?" asked the scout'. "Some one pushed it under the door of my room before I got up." He gathered in his reins. "Well, necarnis, it's getting along toward next sleep, and I'm going to ride easy to Sebastian's. Jldio s !" "Adios !"

PAGE 5

-THE BUFF ALO BILL .:.io Pawnee Bill clinked off down the street, smoking and singing as he went : No me mates, no me mates, Con pistola ne punal; Matame con un besito, De tus Jabios de coral. "He's a fine figger of a man, thet Pawnee pard o' our'n," commented Nomad, gazing until the flashing horseman had faded into a pall of dust. "So he is, old pard," answered the scout. "What's more, it will take more than a handful of greasers to entangle him in a kibosh of any proportions. But I'll be glad to see him back here in the morning." Jeff Holloway, proprietor of the Spread Eagle Hotel, appeared on the porch with a face that expressed great de J ection _,"Ye know that turkey I had cooped up back o' the hotel, Buffalo Bill?" he asked. "The bird I got from Pocotone 'specia lly for a Sunday dinner for you an' your pards ?" "Yes, Jeff," answered the scout. "What of it?" ''\Vhy, when the chink cook went out ter feed that thar turkey, an hour ago, the turkey wasn't thar. Some body has made off with the bird. Wouldn't that rattle your spurs? I feel a heap more worked up about that thar turkey, friend, than if some un had rifled the hotel till o' fifty plunks." "Don't fret about the turkey, Jeff," laughed the scout. "We'll put up with canned stuff for our Sunday dinner." "Near as I kin find out,'.' went on Holloway, "the bird must 'a' been took last night. The chink had orders to feed an' water the bird twicet a day, but ye kain't depend on chinks ter do nothin'. I'd got my heart sot on dishin' that tt1rkey up ter you an' the Cochise Cattlemen, next Sunday, makin' a spread that 'u'd lay over anythin' that was ever dished up in these parts Now--" Just then the Chinese waiter came out of the hotel and blew a blast on a tin trumpet. "We'll go in to supper," said the scout, rising, "and try and forget all about the turkey." "Turkey ain't in et with jerked beef nohow," averred the trapper. Following scout and his pards, Nomad, the baron and Little Cayuse, whiled away a few evening hours on the h'btel veranda. The baron was very much cast down because Pawnee Bill had gone off to the baile without taking any of his friends with him. "I like to tance pedder as I can tell,;' said the baron "und dose Mexican tances vas fine, yah, I bed you. iss a guitar vat makes der moosic, und vile it goes blink blink-blinkety-blink den you cut some capers mit your seluf. A ch, it iss fine!" "An' then, when ye ain't l ookin'," put in the trapper, "some greaser reaches after ye from behind, with a dirk. Waugh! Yes, baron, et shore fs fine." "Anyvays," went on the baron, "I wish like anyt'ing dot Pawnee hat asked me to go along mit him. Aber it can't be heluped now, so it makes no never minds." ''Thet's the sperrit, baron," approved the old trapper. "When ye kain't help a thing, then make the most o' et." "Dit you hear vat der Laties" Ait Sociecly clit py der chail ?" inquired the baron, lap sing into the town gossip. "Dey took some flowers, und a roast clurkey, and some ice cream to close raiter fellers. Vat a foolishness." "Roast turkey?" inquired the scout, getting up and knocking the ashes out of his pipe. "Yah, so." "Wonder where the Ladies' Aid Society got the roast turkey?" "Nop9cly knows dot." The scout went up to bed. Turkeys were scarce ,n Poverty Flat-so scarce that Jeff Holloway had to send to Pocotone after the one he had been intending to serve for Sunday dinner. Had the Ladies' Aid Society s ent to Pocotone after a turkey for Ponca Dave and Black Salva dore? Perhaps there was no connection between the loss of Jeff Holloway's turkey and this donation made by the Aid Society to the .. pri s oner s in the jail, but this. double deal in turkeys had a curiou s look. The scout went to bed and s l e pt for s everal hour s When he awoke, he sat up in bed with a start. The win dows of the hotel were rattling and the echoes of an ex plosion were dying away in the town. Something had happened-but what? A dead silence followed the last, shivering echo; the:1 an excited voice was heard y e lling in the main s treet. Leaping from1 his bed, Buffalo Bill rushed to a window and threw it open. "Hello, there!" he shouted, at the top of his voice. "What's happened?" "Jail's blowed up!" answered the wild voice from the street; "pris'ners hev hiked! Wouldn't this knock y e slabs lided? \Vhoop-ya Whoop-ya!" and away went the frantic townsman, howling the alarm at the top of his voice. CHAPTER III. TURKEY WITH BOMB DRESSING. Buffalo Bill was a s tounded. His a s toni s hment, how ever, did not prevent him from beginning a hurri e d scramble into his clothes. Ponca Dave, leader o'f the r e d raider s had been captu. red by the scout and his parcls, and for this work the Cochise cattlemen had paid over 1 reward of five thott sand dollars in gold. This reward the pards had re quested the cattlemen to give, as a wedding pre s ent, to Mrs. Morey, a young lady who had been caught in the tangle of events that had resulted in Ponca Dave's cap ture. Later, and while Ponca Dave was in the Poverty Flat jail, Black Salvadore, his lieutenant, had made a pri s oner of Mortimer Degard, president of the Cattl e man' s Association, and had sent word to the Flat that the price of Degard's life was the liberty of Ponca Dave. It wa s history, now, how the pards had laid hold of this fre s h complication, and had not only released Degard, but al s o captured Salvadore.* To have all this work set aside by a sudden and my s te rious jail delivery, was enough to arouse the scout to the highest pitch The hotel awoke to life as he hurriedly dres s ed, and a growing clamor of excited voices came from the stre et. As he ran out of J{is room, buckling on his revolvers as he went, the scout encountered Nomad. "Et ain't possible, is et, Buffler," demanded the trap-*See N o 484 of the BUFFALO BILL AND PAWNEE BILL STORIES "Buffalo Bill's Boldest Stroke; or, Pawnee Bill's Riata Dan c e."

PAGE 6

THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 5 per, "thet Ponca Dave an' Black Salvadore hev busted out o' ther jail?" "That's what I hear, pard," the sco ut answered. "Get into the rest of your clothes and follow me to the lock-up." The office of the hotel was full of people. As fast as one detachment would race away in the direction of the jail, another detachment would drop in and ask for news. "What's the latest, Jeff?" asked the scout of the halfclad proprietor. Holloway was talking with two men who had just come down from upstairs. "Ye kin hear almost anythin', Buffalo Bill," answered Holloway, "but I reckon aobut all ye kin believe is that the jail has been blowed up, an' that them two raid ers hev pulled the pin on law an' order an' taken to the open." / Jus t at this moment a bar e headed man in his shirt sleeves rushed into the office from the street "Whar's Buffier Bill?" he whooped. "Here," an swere d the scout, stepping forward. The rnan was Jim Presidio, and the scout recognized him as a deputy sheriff. "Dick Oberlee wants ye at the jail, hot foot," said Presidio. He whirled and dashed out through the door again, the scout running along at his side. "It's the queerest thing I ever he e rd of," panted ..Pre sidio as lfe and the scout made their way at 'a run through the noisy street. "Ponca Dave an' Black Salvadore blowed a hole in the side o' the jail an' walked clear." "They got away?" "Oberlee has sent riders arter 'em;. an' as soo n as any one shows up with a hoss, he keeps sendin 'em'. But it's a cinch that, if them raiders was able ter git out o' jail, they've got sense enough ter avoid bein' ketched." "They were in double iron&, weren't they?" "Yes." "Then that explosion couldn't have knocked the irons off their hands and feet. How did they get rid of the manacles ?" "Nobody savvies that, or anythin' else. Dick Oberlee's about locoed with it all-that's why he sent fer you. He reckons that if you kain't figger this out that no one kin." By then, the scout and Presidio were at the jail. Lan terns and torches were weaving fiery line s through the gloom under the jail walls, and loud and excited talk was heard in all directions. The jail was an adobe structure, with thick walls. It was only one story in height, and the part occupied by the cells was reinforced with a boiler-plate lining. "This way," said Presidio, and led the scout to the south side of the structure. Here a large crowd was gathered, and foremost among the crowd was Dick Oberlee, the sheriff. The many light s struck on the sheriff's haggard but determined face as he turned toward the approaching scout. "Cody!" exclaimed Oberlee; "you're the man I'm waiting for. What do you think of this?" He waved a hand at the breach in the shattered wall. A tremendous explosion must have caused that breach, for a big section of the solid wall had been thrown
PAGE 7

'fHE BUFFAlJ.O BILL STORIES. "The explosion was causea oy a bomb," asserted the scout. "Somebody set it Qff outside the wall, eh?" queried the sheriff. "No, Oberlee, it was set off from inside. wall was blown outward, and that proves that the explosion came from within the jail. It was a copper bomb-here's a piece of it-and evidently it was homem,ade. This small hacksaw and the files were the tools used for get ting rid of the manacles and cutting the bars between the cells. Are there any other the jail, Oberlee ?" "One more-Job Hickley, the buUioQ thief. from the Montezuma district. safe, though } and hadn't any hand in the game the raiders worked." "Who was on guard ?" "Jim was in the front office. We've both been camp ing out in the jail since th!!se raiders have been here, but I went over home about eleven o'clock. What gets me is where all those tools and the bomb came from. Not a thing got to the prisoners without being looked over by Jim or me, and nobody was allowed to visit the men, or talk Jith 'em. I was mighty careful about that, for Ponca Dave and Black Salvadore were slippery propo sitions."' "Well, the bomb and the tools got to them somehow, and--" A laugh came from across the corridor. I "I got some o' the ice cream an' a leg o' the turkey," called a husky voice, "so I reckon. I hadn't ort ter tell, but it was that Ladies' Aid outfit as helped the raiders turn the trick." "The Ladies' Aid Society, Hickley?" answered Ober lee, opening the cell door and stepping through into the corridor. "That's all foolishness, man!" "Nary, it ain't!" chuckled Hickley. "That turkey was sarved with bomb dressin', an' stuffed with tools fer workin' iron. I seen how the job was done, an' I'm givin' ye the straight o' it." CHAPTER IV. THE DUPLICITY OF CACTUS BLOSSOM. \ Oberlee was dazed for a minute, and ther/ he gave way to a wrathful outburst. "Im bet dollars against chalk marks," said he, "that that's the way of it. That Ladies' Aid Society came tneddling here, and they helped Ponca Dave and Salva dore a heap more than they had any notion." "Where did they get that turkey?" asked the scout . "Mrs. Herrick told me that Salvadore's sister gave it to them and asked them to tote it to the jail along with the flowers and the ice cream. Oh, hang such foolish ness!" cried the sheriff, his disgust breaking from him furiously. "'Ihat ha1f-breed gid came here three time s, with a basket, and tried to get in to see Black Salva dore, but Jim and I ordered her off. "When this Ladies' Aid Society came along, though, they had Herrick, and Derry Dolliver, and Blazer with them. Herrick, Dolliver, and Blazer said it was all right to let the women go in. What could I do, when three of the Cochise Cattlemen's Association backed up the re. quest of the Aid Society? And besides, most of the so ciety's members are wives of the cattlemen." The scout stepped across to the door of Joo Hickley's cell. "What do you know about this game Ponca Dave and Black Salvadore were playing, Hickley?" he asked. "I know that they promised to let me clear out with 'em if I didn t give the snap away," was the response, "but arter that bomb went off, they jest looked arter themselves an' didn't pay no attention to me. If they'd done what they said they would, I'd 'a' been out o' thi s jail myself, about now." "The bomb, and the files, and that saw were in the carca ss of the turkey?" 1 "That's what they was. As soon as them Aid So ciety people went away, Black Salvadore began sawin' the bars between his cell an' Ponca He was keerful, an' he used soap to keep the saw from makin' too much noise. \Vhile the breed was workin' at the bars, Ponca Dave was watchin' fer Pres idio or Oberlee to come; an', while he watched, he had one o' the files between his knees and was workin' his cuffs up 'an' down on the edge." The scout examined the carcass of the fowl and showed the sheriff how it would have been possible to conceal the files and the bomb inside of it. "Blamed est thing I ever heard of," grunted Oberlee, "but that's how the scheme was worked, all right enough. While Ponca Dave watched for me or Jim to show up, BlacT<: Salvadore did his sawing ." "When the lights was put out," continued Hickley, "them raiders kept right on with their preparations. I couldn't see what they done, but I managed ter keep track o' what was goin' on by usin' my ears. I wa s afeared, when tl].ey got ready to plant the bomb, that it 'u' d flare back acrost the corridor, but Black Salvadore allowed he knowed how to fix it so'st it would throw the wall an' everythin' else out. I'd 'a' yelled, I reckon, an' give the whole game away if they hadn't promised to take me with 'em. Reckoned I'd run the risk for the sake o' gettin' my liberty-an' then I didn't git my liberty arter all." Job Hickley swore a little by way of easing his disap pointment. "Did the raiders say anything about where they were going?" the scout inquired. "1'\ary a thing. From what they said, howsumever, I took it that somebody h.ld got hosses ready fer 'em." "Somebody! Did they say who?" "This gal Salvadore called Cactus Blossom. She got the saw an' the files an' the bomb in Pocotone." "I hf.d my suspicions of that half-breed wo19an," de clared Oberlee. "Do you know where she's staying?" went on the scout. "In a shack on the edge of town. I had Jim follow hetl the last time she came to the jail and wanted to see Sdlvadore." "Who lives in the shack? I suppose the girl is only staying there for a while, and that she doesn't live in Poverty Flat." "It was a deserted shack-nobody living in it. The girl just moved in so as te> place to stay while she was fixing up things for Black Salvadore." "Send over there at once, Ober lee," said the scout. "If the girl's there, have her brought to the jail; she isn't there, have those you send try to find out where she's gone."

PAGE 8

THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 7 "I'll do it," answered the sheriff. "If 'd had my wits about me, I'd have done that before-just on suspicion." If you can see any of my pards outside/' said the scout, "have them go along." Oberlee left,' returning presently to report that he had sent Nomad and Presidio. "Every horseman you can get, Oberlee," said the scout, "ought to be sent in pursuit." "I don't think there's much use," was the dejected \ answer. "If it was daylight, there might be some show of a pursuit making good; but, as it is, those raiders can dodge away into the dark and snap their fingers at any one who tries to follow them. They've got horses; Buffalo Bill; don't overk>ok that. Cactus Blossom seems to have thought of everything." The scout and the sheriff walked along the corridor and into the office in the front part of the jail building. There they found Mortimer Degard, president of the Cochise Cattlemen's Association, and also Herrick, Blazer, and Dolliver. "Here's a fine kettle o' fish!" shouted Degard. "Aiip't we ever going to get through being pestered with those raiders? The more we do to corral them, the more trou ble we have for our pains." "That's right!" exclaimed Herrick angrily. "What kind of a sheriff has this county got, anyhow? After we pay for having prisoners corraled and run ( in, Oberlee, I should think you could take care of them." "If ye ain t the man fer the office o' sheriff," growled Perry Blazer, "the cattlemen'll see that some un else is elected." "Yore head'll be in the basket next election, all right, Oberlee !" snorted Dolliver! This fault-finding on the part of the cattlemen was rather amusing to the Not knowing that the es cape of the raiders had been the direct result of the med dling of the Ladies' Aid Society, they were somewhat pre mature in spilling the vials of their wrath. A grin flickered across worried face of the sheriff. "It ain't no laughin' matter!" scowled Blazer, noticing the grin. "Yes, it is," insisted Oberlee, and proceeded to tell the cattlemen how the bomb, the files and the saw had been conveyed to the prisoners. Herrick, Blazer, and Dolliver were dumfounded. For a time not one of them could speak, but stared blankly at each other. Mortimer Degard, however, had fluent use of his tongue. "You're a fine set, you are!" said he scathingly, turning his glittering eyes on his fellow cattlemen. "You ought to be making embroidery for the Zulus, or settin' log-cabin quilts together for the poor, benighted Hottentots! Didn't you have any savvy at all when you looked at that turkey? Great guns!" He turned from the three cattlemen in disgust and faced the sheriff. "Oberlee, pardoname !" said he. "You're a man of sand and ::;agacity, and the rank and file of the Cochise Association are the ones who are to blame. We're just where we were when Buffalo Bill and pards started in to capture the raiders." Just at that moment, Nomad and Presidio entered the the jail office. "What luck, Jim?" called the sheriff. "No luck at all, Dick," replied the deputy. "Didn't yott find anything at the shark?" "Nothin' but turkey feathers. The gal was gone, slick an' clean." "Did she leave any sign as to which way she went, Nick?" put in the scout. "Not a sign, Buffier," said the old trapper. "That thar is a foxy moharrie, all right." "Where's the baron?" "Pasearin' eround lookin' fer raiders." "Well, pard, you and the baron get your horses. See if you can do anything to pick up the trail of the escaped raiders. One of them was wounded by the explosion in the jail, and that fact may make it necessary for them to proceed slowly in their getaway. Don't stay away more than two or three hours: If you don't find any promis ing clues-and it will be hard to pick up clues in the dark -come back and we'll all hit the trail in the morni'llg." The trapper hurried out of the jail. "You'll still stand by us, Buffalo Bill?" asked Mortimer Degard. / "I don't feel like leaving Poverty Flat while those two raiders are al: large," said the scout. "All our workand it wasn't easy work, by any means-has been kicked over by what's happened to-night. It's an unsatisfactory condition of siffairs, and I think Cody and pards ought to see what they can do." "Us fellers went lame," aid Perry Blazer sheepishly, "but I don't reckon we could do anythin' diff'rent than what we did. I'd be willin' ter pay somethin' ter hev them raiders back hyer in the jai) ag'in." ljlerrick and Dolliver also willing to "pay some thing." The scout said they would talk about that later, and went out to the front of the jail. As he stood there, looking at the curious people who were moving around the jail wall, some one close and caught his sleeve. "Pa-e-has-ka !" murmured the familiar voice of the little Piute. "What is it, Cayuse?" the scout asked. "You come 'long with Cayuse, Pa-e-has-ka. All same Cayuse find something. Mebbeso you better know mtty From the lad's.. manner it was easy to infer that he had discovered something oJ importance. Without de laying to put further questions, the scout made after him as he glided off into the pight. CHAPTER V. THE MEDICINE BAd. The course taken by Little Cayuse carried him and the scout farther toward the edge of town and well to the right of the main street. Here there was a small swale, the bottom of which w
PAGE 9

8 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. chafed trunk of an ironwood tree that grew in the centre of the thick et. "Tres caballos all same hitched to iron wood. You sav vy um, huh?" The scou t examined th e tree and a little cleared space of ground at the foot of it. "You're right, as usual, boy," he remarked. "ThreeJ horses were hitched here. There's a set of small mocca sin prints and two sets of boo t prints. That would indi cate that one of the riders was an Indian, perhaps a half breed, but certainly a woman. The other two were men. One of the men was an Indian or a half-breed, because the woman and one of the men mounted their from th e right s ide. The other man mounted from the left, as a white man always !hounts." "Wuh !" exclaimed Little Cayuse, with an admiring look at the scout. Buffalo Bill's trained eye had discovered the truth as quickly a s the little Piute had di scovered it. "Look there, boy," continued the scout, pointing to the side df the tree against which the light of the burn ing cholla was beating most brightly. "There i s a smear of, blood on the ironwood. A wounded man left that, either with his hand or by leaning against the tree when he untied his horse. One of the escaped prisoners was wounded, Cayuse." "Ai," nodded the boy. "One half-breed and one white man make um tracks from here. But h ow you call um moharrie\" "The woman, Cayuse, is a half-breed who claims to be the sister of Black $alvadore. She smuggled a bomb, a file, and a steel saw into the jail, and the prisoners u sed them for getting rid 6f their manacles and blowing their way to freedom. The woman calls herself Cactus Blos som." In order to avail himself of the light, while it lasted, the scout at once began t.(acing the course taken by the fugitives. "They went south and we s t," he remarked. "Cactus Blossom had the horses here, and was waiting for Salva dore and Ponca Dave. As soon as they came, the' hor ses were untied and the prisoners fled toward the desert. There's no use trying to follow their trail to-night. That's a daylight proceeding, and--" He stopped abruptly. "You find um else, Pa-e-has-ka ?" asked Cayuse. The scout had discovered something else. Just at the edge of the rim of firelight he picked up the tracks of a fourth horse. "There was some one else waiting for Ponca Dave and Black Salvadore, Cayuse-another rider who did not go as close to the hitched hor ses as Cactus Blossom did. The man did not dismount, but waited here. When the others came along, he joined them. It was an unshod horse he rode, sc'} probably an Indian cayuse. The man may have been one of the redskin followers of Ponca Dave." "Wuh !" exclaimed Cayuse. "You got um right, Pa-e has-ka ." The scout went a way beyond the circle of light; then, as he the point of turning back, his foot struck against some object on the ground-an object that was soft under his boot sole. He bent quickly and touched the object with his hand. His fingers encountered soft fur, smooth as velvet. Won-dering wh ,at his find could be, the scout picked it up and turned to Cayuse . "Touch a match to another cholla, my lad, sa id he. "I've found something which we mu s t investigate." Cayuse l ocated another fired it, and the scout drew close and held the object for a critical survey "Ugh!'' grunted Cayuse. 'Hirn In jun medicine bag." The little Piute was correct. The Indian who had been 1 waiting, and h ad formed th e fourth member of the party, had los t so m e thing that was nearer and dearer to him than life itself, viz.: hi s "medicine." The pouch had been ski llfully contrived from th e whole skin of a beaver, intact with head, claws and teeth. Be twe e n the two forepaws was a l aced s lit. "We find um Injun raider's 'medicine,'" exulted Ca yuse, knowing what that would mean to the unfortunate owner of the pouch. Whoosh! In jun heap sorry him lost 'med icine.' Him feel all same squaw." As the boy spoke and exulted, his hand wandered to his girdle and fondly patted his own medicinE) bag. Once, many moons before, Little Cayuse had l ost his own "medicine," and he was a badly demoralized Piute until it was found and restored to him. The scout untied the thong that laced the s lit, spread the two edges apart and thru s t in hi s hand . The fir st-t hing he drew out-and th e re was nothing in the bag but-twas supposed to have magical propertieswas a dried scalp. The hair of the scalp was red, a color which must have given it it s occult powers. Next there was developed a piece of pipestone from quarries twelve hundred miles distant, and guarded sa credly by the Pawnees. The stone had been rudely carv e d with figures of mystic omen. The third object to be brought to light was a bundl e of snake rattles; then a dried frog; and then, the very la st, came a small buckskin-wrapped packet, whipped over with a cord of deer s inew. "Ponca medicine h eap fqol medicine," derided Cayuse. "Every redskin thinks there's no medicine like his own," laughed the scout. Cayuse himself, in hi s own pouch, had a dried mustang hoof which he believed had the mo s t potent virtues; cut the powers of the mustang hoof were very real to him, and the red scalp, the dried frog, the bit of pipestone and the buckskin packet excited only his \:ontempt. The scout, laying the charms on the ground and dropping the beaverskin beside them, knelt to undo the deer s inew and examine the contents of the buck skin packet. A square of white cloth, neatly folded, came out of the packet. When spread out, the cloth was seen to be marked curiously with some black' pigment. First, there was the trac ing of a parallelogram, and through this roughly traced figure ran a curved mark, crossing the straight lines of the parallelogram and con tinuing to curve around clear to the edge of the cloth. "Ugh!" muttered Cayuse, peering over the scout's shoulder. "Pa-e-has-ka talk with um medicine? Medicine talk to Pa-e-has-ka ?" "If there is any talking between me and this medicine," the scout smiled, "it's not the sort of talk I can under stand. However, this looks as though it might have a value, and I'll just put it in my pocket.'' He threw away the bit of buckskin in which the cloth had been wrapped. Cayuse, with a grunt, caught up the beaverskin pouch. The next moment, had the scout not

PAGE 10

THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 9 restrained him, he would have thrown it upon the blazlying on the ground aL the scout's siJe. Be that as it ing cactus. might, he had hazarded a shot. With so clear a target, "Not so fast, Cayuse," said the scout. "That bag may looming against the background of a blazing cactus, the prove of value, too. Put the rest of the medicine wonder was that his bullet had flown wide .. into it." To catch the red raider would be a move in the right "Him heap bad luck," demurred Cayuse, "to keep andirection. In order to get back his lost medicine, he other Injun's medicine." might be willing to offer some information regarding the "I'll shoqj.cler the consequences, boy. Put the stuff whereabouts of Ponca Dave and Black Salvadore qack into the pouch and then give it to me." In losing his medicine, an Indian loses caste among his Cayuse obeyed orders, but with none too much grace. people; but, more than that, he suffers grievously in his Meanwhile the scout had filled his pipe. Lighting it, he own estjmation. The warriors of fiis tribe look upon him hunched up his knees and peered reflectively into the with contempt, and make. their so sorely felt smoke that shimmered around him in the glt1w of the that their luckl ess com.rade will tak e himself off and burning cactus. The Piute, having finished restoring the grieve in loneliness, his raggedest blanket, paint medicine to the bag, drew the lacing taut and tied it, ing hi s face black and daubing his hair with clay. then dropped the bag at the scout's side. Sitting near, he To recover lost medicine, and be once again a warrior relap s ed into patient silence. Pa-e-has-ka was thinking, among warriors, a redskin will go almost any length. Yes, and the boy was awaiting the result. most assure<'l.ly, that beaverskin pouch would be a fine "You went hunting for the escaped prisoners as soon thing to use in dickering wth its orig inal owner. as you left the hotel, Cayuse?" queried the scout It was in the hope of capturing the Indian, therefore. "Ai," wasfhe answer." that the scqut and the Piute boy hastened away toward "And you discovered that place where the horses had the point from which the bullet rad been launched. been tied?" They had not gone far before the patter of retreating Ai hoofs reached their ears. "\,Yell done. The little warrior, my Piute pard, has ''No use, boy," said the scout, drawing to. a halt. "The the eyes of an owl and can see in the dark." red wouldn't wait-he' s off like a streak. If we had our Although it thtilled him, yet Cayuse was silent and horses there n1ight be a chance of overhauling him, but somber under this praise of his beloved Pa-e-has-ka. he's going a dozen feet to our one and it's folly to run Only his eyes glowed-glowed in the fire gleam like after him." s moldering coals. "More caballos come," said Cayuse, waving a s hadowy. "Boy," the scout went on, "when we captured Ponca arm along the swa le. Dave and Black many of the red raiders be-The scout could not see, but he heard the approaching longing to the gang were left. They did not l o s e heart. hoofs. Presently a voice hailed : Cactus Blossom came to them, and she told them what "Hello, thar !" she would do to save her brother and Ponca Dave from / "Hello!" answered the scout. the anger of the white men. Cactus Blossom plotted "Two horsemen drew close. well." "If it ain't Buffier Bi ll! exclaimed one of the men, ' Squaws heap foolish sometimes,'' commented Cayuse l eaning from his saddle and peering through the gloom sagely; "sometimes heap sharp." "\Vho are you?" demanded t}1e scout. "One of the reel raiders has lo st his medicine,'' went "I'm Stokes, an' this here's Painter," was the reply. on the scout, "and it may help, us to find the two leaders "Oberlee s ent us out ter beat up the kentry in hope o' of the gang." findin' some sign o' them raiders. \iVhat was that shootin' "How medicine help?" asked the wondering Cayuse. we heerd ?" "That's too deep for me, but I have a feeling that it "One of the raidhs was firing at us, Stokes," answered will. Therefore, I shall keep--" the scout, speaking quickly. "It's an Indian. He raced From the distance came a sharp report. Between the toward the southwest Follow him-capture him if you scout and the boy hissed a bullet, striking the burning can, for he can help us locate Ponca Dave and Salva cactus and flinging a shower of sparks and brands in all dore directions. Stokes and realizing the necessity o haste, did Quick as a flash both Buffalo Blll and Cayuse were on not pause for more questioning. Tbe first chance of the their feet and racing in the direction from which the bulnight to accomplish something had com e their way. With let had come-the scout carrying the beaverskin I a rattle of spurs, they headed toward the southwes t and had soon vanished among the shadows. / CHAPTER VI. THE MARKSMAN. Both the scout and the Indian boy were f;iir1y sure about this mysterious marksman. Quite lik ely he was the owner of the lost medicine and had left the fugitives and returned in the forlorn hope of discovering his bea verskin pouch. In the light of the blazing cholla he had seen J,uffalo Bill and Little Cayuse. Perhaps he had seen them finger ing his treasures, or perhaps he had only seen the bag "We can dp no more to-night, Cayuse," said the scout. "Let's go back to the jail." Together they turned on their course, recrossed the swale and came to the adobe lock-up The crowd had thinned about the jail. Presidio and two other men were on guard at the break in the wall, and Dick Oberlee and Mortimer Degard were smoking pipes and exchanging notes in the office. f 'Got a clue?" inquired the cattleman, as the scout and the Piute boy walked in on them "A clue, yes," answered the scout, "bu t not much of a one, at that." He handed the beaverskin to 'Degard. I

PAGE 11

IO THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. "Pah !" exclaimed Degard, "an In jun medicine bag." ''What's inside?" inquired Oberlee, catching the bag out of the cattleman's hands. The scout recited the list ot charms gravely. "Ugh!" grunted Degard. "How do you make a clue out of that?" Then the scout told of the bullet launched by the mys terious marksman, and of his sending Stokes and Painter away on the man's trail. "Now you're getting down to cases!" exclaimed De gard. "The man who shot at you was the owner of tl)e lost bag. If Stokes and Painter overhaul him and bring him in, we may be able to find out worth while." "That's I'm hoping for," said the scout, "but if Stokes and Painter don't have any success, we have this to fall back on." I With that he laid the cloth diagram out on the table in front of the sheriff and the cattleman. "That's a map, eh?" inquired Ober lee. "Looks like it," said the scout. "Map of what?" asked Degard. "That's hard to tell." "Don't pin any faith in that scrap of cloth," said the cattleman. "An Injun's liable to pick up anything and stuff it i:n his medicine bag." "I have a feeling that this is valuable." "In what way?" "The presentiment doesn't go into details, Degard. It's just a notion that's taken hold of me." "Won't bank too heavily on it, Buffalo Bill," urged Degard. "I'm playing Stokes and Painter to bring us in our first real tip." "If they succeed, Oberlee," said the scout, folding up the cloth diagram and putting it in his pocket and pos sessing himself of the medicint_! bag, "get word to me at the hotel. I'm going there and sleep out the rest of the night We're liable to have busy times to-morrow." "You'll take the trail after Ponca Dave and Black 'Sal vadore?" asked Degard anxiously. "We'll try to pick up the trail," was the scout's answer; "and, if we do, you may be sure we'll run it out." "When do you start?" "Directly after breakfast. Pawnee Bill went to a fan dango, over toward Adobe Walls. He'll ride with us, he ought to be back before we're ready to start. I hope he'll get back in time to rest up a little.' "You dol('t mean to say," cried Degard, "that he went alone to that baile of Sebastian's?" "He did," answered the scout. "Pawnee Bill isn't afraid to go alone anywhere. What of it?" "Sebastian is a greaser, and plumb lawless. Men of his own stripe flock to his bailes. Pulque flows free, and it's as much as an American's life is worth., to show him self at one of the fandangos. But Pawnee Bill knows how to look out for number one, I reckon." "None better," said the scout, as he and Cayuse left the jail. Nevertheless, what the cattleman had said about Sebas tian and his bail es had jarred the scout unpleasantly. Only Buffalo Bill's confidence in the prince of the bowie's tact and courage kept him from taking horse forthwith and riding toward Sebastian's. It was after three o'clock in the morning when the scout got back into bed. None of his other pards had returned to the hotel. He slept an hour and was aroused by Stokes. He
PAGE 12

THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. I I .., To the great dismay of Oberlee and Mortimer Degard, the scout did not proceed to the swale and lay a south westerly course in the direction taken by the escaped raiders; but, instead of this, Buffalo Bill, Nomad, the baron, and Little Cayuse galloped off along the trail to Adobe Walls. "Ain't you going after Ponca Dave and Black Salva dore?" inquired the cattleman. "Later," said the scout. "We've something else to at tend to firs ." "But the longer you wait, Buffafo Bill, the farther away the raider s are getting." "That may all be, Degard, but Pard Pawnee may have struck a .gnag at Sebastian's bailc, and been given a dance not on the program. We're g oin g to look in at Se bastian's." "Then," spo ke up Oberlee, "I reckon I'll hike after the raiders with a posse." "A good idea, Oberlee," said the scout, "and I wish you luck. A pard is first with me, alway s." With that, the scout struck out along the trail to Adobe Walls. "'Mebbeso," remarked the old trapper, after an h our of s ilence and steady jogging, "this h ya r Cactus Blos som moharrie had some thin' ter do with thet ace o' clubs thet was s lipped under Pawnee's door yesterday mornin'." "She might have put iLthere, Nick," returned the sco ut, "although who wrote the card and gave her the cue are matters of mystery. So far as I can find out, there was only one turkey in all Poverty Flat-and that's the one Jeff Holloway Was saving for our Sunday dinner. Now, it was a roast turkey that Cactus B l ossom tri ed thre e time s to take into the jail and deliver to Salvadore; and it was that sa me roast turkey which the Ladies' Aid So ciety finally delivered for Cactus Blossom. The question i s, was Cactus Blossom's tutkey the same bird Jeff Holloway had in hi s chicken coop, and l ost mysteriously?" "I bed you somet'ing for nodding it vas !" chirped the l:laron. J "Waugh!" agreed Nomad, "ther baron's i s on 'ther right numb e r. Cactus Blossom got the turkey, roasted et and stuffed et with th et' hardware an' powder .clressin'. Thar ain't no doubt o' thet, an' I'll gamble my la st soo on et." "If that is true, it means that Cactu s Blossom was at the hotel," remarked the scout. "She may have stolen the turkey at the time she pas sed the playing card under the bottom of Pawnee Bill's door." "She done et!'" a sserted the old trapper. "Didn't Jim Presidio an' me find turkey feathers in thet desarted shack whar ther half-breed gal was as tayin' ?" "Then," continued thescout, "a large field of possibili ties i s opened up. Cactus Blossom has identified herself with the raiders; therefore, in shoving that invitation to the baile under Pare! Pawnee's door, s he may have been acting for some of the red gang who are still at large. If we take all this for granted, then the game was not only to secure the re sc ue of Ponca Dave and Black Sal vadore, but also the capture of Pawnee Bj]J, at the same time." "An' this grease r, Sebastian, is helpin' the gal an' the raiders?" "From all I can hear of Sebastian, Nick, I'd not put a play of that sort past him." "Py shinks," piped the baron, "you fellers i ss figur ing der t'ing oudt pedder as I can tell. Der more vat you talk, der gloser vat ve get to der trut'. Dot durkey clue iss der finest vat ve efer shtruck, yah, so helup me "Some one at Sebastian's," proceeded the scout, "went about the work of luring Pawnee Bill into a trap in a mighty clever way: A dare wa flaunted in our pard's face, and he 'd throw himself at a hundred greasers be fore he'd take a dare." "Ach, du lieber !" mourned the baron, "r vish dot Paw nee had let Nomat und me go along mit him." Before the talk could proceed any farther the distant whinny of a horse reached the ears of the pards. Their own mounts pricked up their ears. The scout drew rein, and the others followed suit The party of riders were close to a place around which clustered memor ies of an old clash with the raiders The mciuth of a ravine opened close to the trail. Chaparral clothed the bottom of the ravine, and the familiarity of the place struc).< each member of the party suddenly and with considerable force. A little way up the defile, Little Cayuse had once camped for several days with two Apache trailers who were eager to join Ponca Dave's gang; and still farther up the ravine, Black Salva1dore had pitched his camp and held captive Mortimer Degard. All the pards had had exciting experiences in that ravine, and the whinny of the hor se, floating out oj it, was well calculated to give them pause. ''What d'ye reckon thet means?" demanded Old Nomad. "It means dere i ss a horse in der rafine," expounded the baron; "und oof dere iss a horse dere, den dere iss a riter mit der animal. Und der shance i ss goot, bards, dot der riter i ss a raiter-for difs looks like der blace vere you said der raiters hang ouclt mit dernselufs." "If we could find a raider any Nomad," said the scout, "I'd be inclined to look here. we'll delay our j ourney to Sebastian's long enough to have a look for that hor se and his owner." "Kerect, Buffier !" The scout led the way through the undergrowth anj into the defile. The moment the thicke s t of the brush was pas sed, he set Bear Paw to the gallop, and the whole party went thumping and thras hing along the se rpentine windings of the ravine. The scout drew rein abruptly A J-iobbled Indian cayuse-presumably the animal that had given the ala.rm broke upon his eyes. \yithin fifty feet of the cayuse was an overhang of rock. This overhang. was the very spot where Cayuse had spent several exciting days in camp with the Apaches. Tlie boy knew the spot well. Passive and stoical, an Inclian was squatted under the lip of the overhang. His muzzle-loading rifle, powder horn, and bullet pouch lay in a heap at his side A ragged blanket covered the red s kin' s shoulders and was drawn up dosely under his chin. His face was blackened, and ooze from the margin of the srpall stream that flowed down the ravine was plastered in his hair The Indian's head was bent, and he neither moved nor lifted his eyes as the pards halted and surveyed him. "Waal, thunder an' kerry one!" gulped the old trapper. "Ther pizen red looks as thou gh he had been drummed out o' the tribe, an' was waitin' hyar ter starve hi sself ter death. He ain t hosstyle any, an' mebbeso he's hopin' we'h put a bullet inter him an'_ ease his m i s'ry."

PAGE 13

12 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. Little Cayuse's eyes glimmered as he looked at the scout. "Pa-e-has-ka," said the Piute, mebbeso him Injun that lose medicine, huh? Mebbeso him raider, and come to hide himself in old raider place." The notion was startling. For a moment, it seemed so far-fetched that the scout would not give it serious con sideration. Then slowly the probability of an interplay of coincidences grew upon the scout with all the force of. supreme conviction. Had he and his pards tried to follow the track s of the mysterious marksman of the preceding night, they would undoubtedly have failed to locate him; but, thinking not at all of the Indian who had lost his medicine, they had sta rted for Sebastian' s to hunt for Pawnee Bill and had been drawn into the ravine and directly to the who, it seemed almost certain, had lost the beaverskin bag. This Indian gave mute testimony, in every way, of be ing the man who had lost hi s medicine. He was passively dejected, and did not care a rap what happened to him. Filled with wonder at the weird trend of events, Buffalo Bill motioned his pards to s ilence, handed hi s reins to Nomad and got down from his horse. Stepping close ,t6 the Indian, the scou t s tood looking down a( him. The redskin never lifted his eyes, nor s hifted his posi tion by an inch. He kept hi s head bowed, and allowed his squalor and his misery to impre ss the white men to their fulle s t extent. "What sorrow has come to my brother?" a sked the scout. The Indian gr,unted, but made no further reply. "Does my red brother wish to go over the One-way Trail?" went on the scout. "Has he lost hi s medicine, and can he no longer stand among t}{e warriors of his tribe?" There was another grunt which may have meant "yes" or "no" or nothing at all. "If m x brothel' will let Pa-e-has-ka be hi s friend," con tinued the scout patiently, "then the medicine that is lost may be returned." This struck a spar k from the Indian' s intelligence, and he slowly raised hi s head. / "Pa-e-has-ka give um Lone Dog his los t medicine?" asked the redskin. "Will Lone Dog talk with Pa-e-has-ka about Ponca Dave and Black Salvadore?" hedged the scout. The Indian was silent for a space, evidently consider ing the proposition. "Mebbeso Lone Dog talk," said he finally, "then Pa-ehas-ka give um back Lone Dog's medicine?" "Ai." Lone Dog began to show a growing interest in life. "Pa-e-has-ka got um Lbne Dog 's medicine?'' he inquired cautiously. The scout returned to his horse and took the medicine pouch from his war bag. He showed the beaverskin to Lone Dog, and the redskin's eyes lighted with hope. "Let Pa-e-has-a make um talk ," said he, throwing back his blanket. "All same Lone Dog make um talk, too." "Check!" chuckled the old trapper. "Tally one fer Cody luck an the los t medicine. Did anybody ever hyer ter beat et?" CHAPTER VIII. THE PARDS SEPARATE. Through good fortune, the scout was able to bring to bear on Lone Dog about the 011ly argument that could have been at all effective. Seemingly confident that his lost medicine was as good as recovered, Lone Dog went down to the water and washed the black from his face and the mud from hi s hair. The old. blanket he kicked up unger the overhang, then strung his powderhorn and bullet pouch over hi s s houlder s picked up hi s muzzle-loader and was ready for action. His first move was to roll a cigarette, then to blow a whiff of smoke toward the sky, another toward the earth, and a third in the direction of the sun. The scout had his brier going and also blew the three ceremonial whiffs. "Make um palaver, Pa-e-has-ka," said Lone Dog. "The Ponca brave," said the scout, "is far from the country of hi s people." "The Ponca is part Comanche. Him go with 'Pache Comanche, Kiowa-all same any Injun where war trail is red." "You are one of Ponca Dave's raiders?" "Ai." "You were waiting in the chaparral, la st night, while Cactus Blossom helped Ponca Dave and Black Salvadore to escape from th e jail?" "Ai." "Who i s Cactus Blossom?" "Him s i ster Salvadore." "Where i s her lodge?" "Him l odge at Greaser Sebastian's." "Er-waugh !" struck in old Nomad; following intently all that was sa id. "Even ther talk trail p'ints u s fer Sebastian's." Lone Dog answered the scout's questions with stoicai indifference as to hi s legal responsibilities. His eye was single to the purpose of recovering the beaverskin bag, and he was ready to go any length in getting it back. "Cactus Blossom liv es at Greaser Sebastian's?" went on the scout, keen for this new line of inquiry. "Ai. Sebastian's sq uaw him aunt to Cactus Blossom and Salvadore." "Dot's der rea so n, I bed you, dot Seba s tian helups der breeds," chimed in the baron. "Greaser Sebastian helped Cactus Blossom in her plan to relea se Ponca Dave and Salvadore?" "Ai, Greaser Sebastian and the mujercita." "Mii j ercita?" "All same Lola, Greaser Sebastian's girl." "You sabe whether Lola wrote the paper talk for Cac tus Blossom to take to Pawnee Bill?" "No sab e "You no sabe Pawnee Bill go to the baile at Greaser Sebastian's?" Lone Dog s hook his h ead. It seemed clear that he was in the dark as to the plans involving Pawnee Bill. "Was Salvadore hurt when he and Ponca Dave blew th eir way ou of the jail?" proceeded the scou t, taking another tack. "Ponca Dave hurt," said the Indian. "How?" Lone Dog pushed a hand against his left side and swayed as he squatted on the ground.

PAGE 14

THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 13 / "Heap bad," said he; "no sabe how." H e could ride hi s hor s e? "Ai." "Wh e r e h av e P onca Dave, Salvadore and Cactus Blossom g one?" Lone D o g wav e d I/is hand s outhward. "All s am e P o nca D a v e's medicin e l o dge," he answered. This m e di c in e l o dg e" o f th e l e ad e r of the raider s had cut a larg e figure in P o nca Dav e s a ffair s during the t i m e h e was a free ag ent and able to work l\is l awless w ill. It was s aid to b e a hou s e of my s t ery-but jus t w h a t th e m ys t e r y of n e ith e r the s cout nor hi s h ad eve r b e en abl e t o di s c o v e r. The r e wer e thos e w ho th a t the "medi c in e lodge" w a s a fabric a ti o n, and that it h a d n o e x i s t e n ce in fact. Othe r s were agr ee d th a t th e pla c e was a secret r e ndez vo u s w ith the w a y to it s o car e fully hi dde n that even an Ind i a n h ad to g o ov e r the c o ur se t'wice b e for e h e could c ove r it un a i d ed. If P o nca Dave really had s uch a hang o ut, it quit e natural to the s c out that h e s h o uld make for it at a time w hen h e wa s w o und ed and in n e ed of a safe h ave n D oes L one D o g sabe the trail to the 'medicine lodge'?" a s k ed the s cout. 1T h e Indi a n nod de d. "Will L one D og tak e Pa-e -ha s -ka there?" A s t a rtl e d l oo k cro ssed L o n e D og 's face . "Pa-e-h as -ka h eap big brave ; all sa m e P a e -ha s -k a g o t o med i c ine l o dg e him n eve r c o me o ut a liv e. T h e s cout laugh e d. At that, Lone D o g 's earnestne ss i nc r e ased M e dicine lodg e ," he in s i s ted, "muy malo for Ponca Dave's e n emies Pa-e-has -k a him no fri e nd P o nca Dave. P o nca Da e like um Pa-e-ha s -ka's hair. Ugh!" "Loo k yo u, Lone D o g, sa id the s cout s harply. "I've g o t your l os t m e di c in e Yo u h o t j t me in the dark, tryi ng t o g e t it b ac k, and--" "Heap big m e di c in e ," b ro k e in L one D og "Pa-e -ha s ka no s t o p um b ulle t while h e g o t L one D og 's m e di c ine." "Well, w h e th e r b e c a u se of the m e di c ine or not, y o ur b ull e t mi sse d m e No w if you want the m e dicine you 'll h ave t o s h ow me the w ay to thi s medicine lodge. When you bring me in front of it, you can have y
PAGE 15

THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIE S. "Because Ponca Dave was badly wounded w hen he got away from the jail. spite of that, h e head ed for h s medicine lodge. He wouldn't have started for the lodge unless he d known he was able to reach it; and he couldn't have reached it if it was more than a short march to the south." "I reckon ye kin tally ag'in. Ef ther baron an' me kin pry out er way fer gittin ter thet medicine lodge from Sebastian's, we're a-goin' ter come." 1 "All righ'l-if you can." The scout turned back toward Lone Dog, after s lip.ping the beaverskin into his war bag. "Get on your cay.ttse, Lone Dog," the scout called. "We're off for the liouse of mystery." The Indian bounded erect, hurried to his p'ony and re moved the then mounted the animal to an about-face, he started for the 1outh cif the ravine. When the party had regained the trail, the trapper and the baron faced toward Adobe Walls and Sebastian's, while the scout and the little Piute shac ked along in the wake of Lone Dog. "Adios and good luck :i;uffier whooped the trapper. "Same to you, old pard !" answered the scout. CHAPTER IX. LOLA, THE SIREN. A Mexican i s a s leepy, qui et-loving perso n until flaunt a fea s t or a baile in front of hi s eyes. Thereupon he awakes to mad activity. He will travel mile s to eat his fill or dance the leather off hi s1 feet. Pawnee Bill, jus t as he had intend ed, made an ea s y ride across the desert. The sun wa s down and the night advanced when he hove in sight of the adobe inhabited by Greaser Sebastian and his tribe. But the prince of the bowie did not regret the latene ss of hi s arrival. A baile' s fun is not at its best until night waxes toward the point. The adobe was a sprawling black shadow against the lighter background of the desert. on)y one story in height, Sebastian's casa had to cover a good deal of ground in order to afford the area for the owner and his tribe. Poor Mexicans gravitate by a special law towC:rd the home of a rich and influential relative. UsuallJ they eat the rich relative out of house and home, and again gravitate toward some other of their kin who has had a wind fall. But to eat Sebastian out of house and home seemed ,an impossibility. He had always beef for the/!Tlere kill ing and frijoles for the cooking, and even pulque for the drinking. This had been so for years and years and, gracia a Dios, the poor of Sebastian's blood hoped it would ever remain so. A well in the desert furnished Sebastian with water, and this water made an oasis of some five acres of sand. There were a few cottonwoods on the oas is, and the irrigated land was planted to bean s, and peppers, and corn. As Pawnee Bill rode down a gentle s lope that gave him a view of the rancho, a murmur of gay voices struck on his ears, picked out with gayer music of guitar and violin. Light flashed through narrow windows, and he saw sad dle horses dozing at hitching poles. Leather-lined ox carts grouped in another place. I The prince of the bowie's keen running over horses and carts, proved to him that this ba{le was well attended. "And they're enemies !"1'nuttered Pawnee Bill, turning Chick-Chick toward a cottonwood well away from the hitching poles and the banked ox carts. "Shades of Unkt e -hee, I wonder why? Have I ever crossed Sebastian's trail? Is he some one 1 know, who ha s ruri: up a score against me? vVell," and he laughed a little as he swung down from his saddle, 'on with the dance-let joy be unconfined \ I'll soon know what there is to this. Mean while, Chick-Chick," he added, buckling the reins around the cottonwood, "be ready to s how four of the swiftest hoof s in these parts if I come for you suddenly." He gave the buckskin a s lap as he tur11ed and made hi s way fearles s l y toward the house. The ho11se, like most Mexican dwellings, was built around an open square, or patio. A wide entrance l ed through the front part of the building and into the patio . In that squa re space, open to the sky and flanked with the living quarters of the Mexican's hou se hold, were sto r ed the carts and harne s s, the meager farming tqols, the bridles and the saddles belonging to the rancho. As Pawnee Bill jinglec'. hi s resplendent way into the lighted entrance, a Mexican appeared sudden ly l:)efore him. "Que' puiere ?' \ \Vhat do I want? Why, my share of the fe stivit i es, amig o Who a(n I? Pawnee Bill, right bower of the king of scouts, no one else. What's more, I'm here by sp eci a l bid. Inform his greaser nibs that Pawnee Bill is waiting at the gate. Pronto, pronto! That music has been tickling my heels ever since I first began to hear it." The Mexican vani s hed to announce the Americano. The prince of the bowie, while he waited, h'ummed the air called La Golondrina a nd stepped a dance around the entrance. He almost hopped into a small, weasel-faced Mexican, of uncertain age, who abruptly presented him self at a door. "Sefior Pawnee Bill?" grinned the Mexican. The !smile showed his teeth and was more like a snarl, and in hi s beady eyes came a glitter of triumph. "Why, yes," replied the prince of the bowie. "Didn't the other greaser make that plain to you?" "Si."

PAGE 16

THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 1 "You're Sebastian, eh?" "I am Pedro Sebastian, yes." "Boshu ncchee?" Mighty kind of you, Sebastian, to give me a bid to your doings. But why has th music stopped?" "My friends wait; the dance is stayed in Senor Paw nee Bill's honor." Sebastian bowed with a flourish, show ing the ivor handles of two revolvers at the back of his belt. "Will you come?" "Sure I'll come, but don't fool yourself by thinking I'm a fly in the spider's parlor. Maybe you've heard that I can throw a knife, or a rope with some precision, and my bullets do\l't go far wide of the targets they're aimed at. Also, Sebastian, I have eyes in the back of my head, and my 'medicine' talks to me I Told You So is a prophet in every tribe but Bill's." Some of this, if not all, was absorbed by Sebastian. Once more he showed his teeth in a guileful grin and backed through the door, beckoning with his finger. Wrought steel rowels and silver hawk's bells tinkled their music as the prince of the bowie strode after Sebas tian. They came presently into the great sala, whose ground space measured fifty by forty feet, brightly lighted by kerosene lamps. Benches flanked the walls, and on them sat Mexicans, Mexicanas and ninos, all silent and staring at the newcomer. On a raised platform at the farther end of the room were four Mexicans, two wtth guitars and two with vio lins. Scattered over the floor, just where the music had left them, were the dancers. Pawnee Bill swept his eyes around him. In every eye, even in those of the ninos, he read hate. Why was this, he asked himself. Never had he seen Sebastian before, nor any of Sebastian's Mexican guests. He was the only Americana at the baile, and perhaps, if the worst came, there would be forty swarthy-skinned men against him. He met the ominous looks with a smile, and the fair ones could not avoid showing their admiration. There was not a caballero in all that crowded sala with the face and figure of this dashing Americano. The man in brown appealed to the ladies if not to the men. Sebastian lifted his hand and spoke a few words of in troduction. His talk was Spanish, but not much of it escaped Pawnee Bill. The Americano was Pawnee Bill, pard of the great scout; Pawnee Bill was a guest, and Se bastian hoped his friends would remember that Pawnee Bill had helped Buffalo Bill in the war against Ponca Dave and the raiders. Let them, Sebastian urged, treat Pawnee Bill according to his deserts. That reference to the raiders offered the prince of the bowie food for thought. Had the raiders anything to do with Sebastian? Had the capture of Ponca Dave and Black Salvadore anything to do with the invitation to the baile!, Before Pawnee Bill could arrive at any conc1usion, the music struck up. But this was not in obedience to a signal from Sebastian. A girl had waved her hand to the musicians, at the same time speaking sharply so that she could be heard by all in the room. Those had been dancing melted away into the side lines. The girl had the floor to herself. The music was a languorous Spanish dance, and the girl began floating through it, gliding forward and backward, and pausing to bend her lithe form gracefully. The girl was beautiful. There was no denying that. Pawnee Bill admitted it to himself as he stood against the wall, watching her float back and across and up and down the big room. She was looking for her cavalier. Eagerly the young Mexicans watched her approach, and then disappointedly saw her whirl past them. Slowly, with liquid eyes sparkling and the striking dusky gleams from her black hair, she came nearer and nearer the man in brown. "She'll get a partner, all right," thought the prince of 'the bowie, "if she comes. within hailing distance of me." "Dance with Lola, and the Americano dies! I, Gon zales, have said it!" The keen words bored their way into Pawnee Bill's ear, and he turned slowly. A young rico in gray and green was at his elbow, and there was a threat in his eyes as well as in his voice. I "Lola," muttered the prince of the bowie. "So that is what she is called, eh?" "Lola Sebastian, daughter of Pedro," went on the rico. "She is to be mine!" "Scoot -awah-boo !" laughed the man in brown. At that moment, Lola had snatched a handkerchief from her bosom and dropped it at Pawnee Bill's feet. Gonzales reached for it, but he was a shade too late. The bit of cambric was already in tne hands of the man in brown The lust to kill shot through Gonzales' swarthy face and his hand fell to his knife. Sebastian seized his arm and whispered to him. Gon zales nodded savagely, dropped his hand from the knife and leaned wrathfully against the Pawnee Bill with a grace and ease that seemed marvel ous to the Mexicans, danced out across the floor, the handkerchief in his hand and the hawk's bells jingling what might have been a requiem. For Lola-and well he knew it-was a siren, enraging the Mexicans, and es pecially Gonzales, against him. If not a siren, then she was a coquette eager for conquest. But such a dare Pawnee Bill would not take. From her lu strous hair, Lola pulled a red rose and flung it at the Americana. The man in brown deftly snatched it from the air and thrust its stem through his buttonhole. Gonzales, heaving a Spanish oath, agaiR let

PAGE 17

' 16 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. his hand flutter around his knife hilt. And again the wily Sebastian soothed him. The languorous Spanish dance was followed through to its end, and the end came when Pawnee Bill, going down on one knee,Caught the s hand and pretended to press it to his lips. 'The slim finger s of the senorita closed around the palm of the man in brown, lifted him erect, drew his hand through her arm and then, together, they passed through a door leading out of the sala. There came a roar of rage from the Mexicans, followed by a rus h, led by toward the d oo r through which the Americano and the Mexicana had pa ss ed. But Sebastian stemmed the tide and blocked the pur suit. He. s poke quickly and s harply, and anger gave way to complai s ance, while a mocking laugh went the\ rounds of the big room. by the king of scouts for blanket mates. He's my n e car nis, my best friend and s worn pard. What has Buffal b Bill done that you and your outfit go gunning for his compadres?" "It is what he, and you, and t.he rest of 1your compadres have done." "By th, e sacred but this gets deeper and darker. Be plain with me, senorita, I'm not here to be knifed or shot. If necessary, I can throw a bowie clear through your respected padre and then show the balance of his tribe how I wear my back hair. But I don't want to be violent." The girl laughed a little. It was one of those dulcet, Mexicana laughs which have tinkled from the Rio Grande to Yucatan, between the Gulf and the Pacific and aroused love or hate in the breasts of countless ca-The coil was tightening around the Americano. I / balleros. But it arou s ed neither nor the other in the breast of the prince of the bowie. He kept a cool head under any and all circum s tance s CHAPTER X. GETTING A LIN El'.. ON SEBASTIAN. Conscience holds no despotic sway r over the ordinary Mexicana. Fancy and caprice gtiide her, and there are. those who will break a heart or wreck a life without a qualm.' / Pawnee Bill knew,.,all this, but he was s eeking informa tion. To get a line on Sebas tian and uncover the cau s e of his ho s tility was the work th e prince of the bow ie wa s anxious to accomplish. He f e lt instinctiv e ly that Lol a Sebastian had written that invitati o n around the ace of clubs, and what she knew of her fath e r's plan s t he man from No Man's Land wanted to know. So he w e nt whh her cheerfully, by no means ignorant of the hornets' nest he was leaving behind him, in the sala. The girl did not speak. Lightly she held his hand in her arm, and by a devious course led him through th e wide entrance and out of the house. They came pres ently to a small pool whose banks were fragrant with oleander trees. Here there was a bench. The girl seated her s elf Pawnee Bill dropping clown at her side in such a manner that he keep watch behind him. "The Americano is brave," said Lola, in rippling Eng lish that held the barest suggestion of a Spanish ac(\ent. "Gracias/' said the prince of the bowie grimly, "but less brave, perhaps, than foolhardy. You sent that invitation, chiquita mia?" ."Me, I sent it, yes. And you came." "And found a crowd of strangers, every hombre of them ready to bowie ine. Why i s that, senorita? What have I ever done to your father and your father's friends?" "You are the compadre of Buffalo Bill, not so?" "Aye, and t!1at's .n'l)' chief glory. Few men are picked "Let me tell you," s aid Lola the siren. "My maclre i s a blood relative of Black Salvadore. Ponca Dave fs my father's sworn friend, jus t a s you are Buffalo Bill's. D o you sab e amigo mio ?" "An-pe-tu-we t''._:lclaim ec! Pa}nee Bill. "The light breaks. Your re s pected father i s in a taking because B uffalo Bill and pards have helped the Cochi s e cattlemen a n d rounded up Ponca Dave and Black Salvadore. F o r that rea s on, I am a s ked to here. Poss ibly, Seba s tian would like to seize arfd hcd rans oming th e two r a ider s out of the jail in Poverty Flat? That game wa s t r i e d on c e b y Bla c k Salvadore, with the re s ult that Sal v a d o re g o t into th e yamen at the Flat, in s tead of getting Pon ca D ave out of it. Tell Pedro Seba s tian to be wise, and p rofit by the experience of Black Salvadore." 1 "That i s not it, Americano," s aid the girl. "Then what is it?" "It i s r eve ng e th e padre wants. He will not seize and hold you, bt when he and hi s gue s ts are ready they will strike-str ik e to k izl" "I'm oblig e d for your tip, chiquita mia," returned Paw nee Bill with his carele s s laugh. "They'll have to be quicker than chain lightning if they strike me and a s for the killing part-we ll, l e t me a s sure you that y our re s pected father has coppered the wrong bet. If you re in the plot, why are you t eUing me thi s?" "Because, amigo mio, I have a plot of my own and I wi s h to help me." "Now, by Unk-te-hee, this whole business is getting more interesting. You helped get me into pne plot in order that I might help you engineer another. Bue nos! Tell me what wire s y o u t o pull, s enorita, and I'll re fltic1 and let what I can do." "You-you s aw Gonzale s ? "That blear-eyed dago in gray and green? Yes, I s aw him. We had a few word s together."

PAGE 18

i _. THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "It i s m y patlre' s wi s h ," tnurmured the girl, "that I gi v e Gonzale s my hand ''Give it to him, s e norita, but double it and let him f ee l the weight of your small knuckles. He is m .uy malo. "Car amba! flashed the girl, and ;;tamped her fo o t Do I not know? It i s not G o nzale s the haciendado, but T ade o the vaquero, I would marry. Yet my padre in s i s t s on G onzale s What w o uld you do, sen or?" "I'd do what I pleased and let my re s pected father g o hang. In th es e affair s of the h e art, s enorita, the girl i s th e one that's to be suited." The girl struck her small hands together ecstatically. "Then you will help me t "How am I to help you?" "Lis ten! M y padre ha s no love for Tadeo. Tadeo i s not at this bail e for if he came he would fight with th e padre and with Gonzales. You can take me to Tadeo; it i s a long ride, but you can take me." Paw nee Bill wa s drifting into deeper waters than he had supposed were before him. He knew the girl was pla y ing a part, and that her purpose boded no good to him s elf. Nevertheles s he wa s anxious to see the play through. Be s ide s in faring away with th e girl on th e track of the suppo s ed Tadeo he would be leaving behind him the hou s e of Sebas tian with all it s peril s "Where i s thi s Tadeo, sen o rita?" inquired Pawnee Bill A long ride to the s outh, senor," was the an s wer. "Could I take that long ride to the s outh, deliver you into the hand s of Tade o and the priest, and then get back t o Poverty Flat by daybreak? Hnot, then Buffalo Bill will c o me h e re hunting for me-and he might" talk h a r s hly to your re s pected father." "You can take me to 'f adeo," declared the girl, "and g e t ba c k to the Flat by sunri s e." "Buenos! But h o w can the flight be managed with out Seba s tian heading us off at the start? He is watch i n g me here, I tak e it, and perhaps his spie s are eve n li s tening to our talk." "We are not watched, senor, and there are no spies. My padre under s tand s that I am to make my s elf agree able, and he think s he can ke e p y o u thu s until the moment c o mes w hen he and hi s amig os will s trik e "And what is that particular moment?" "Midnight-anti in the patio." "Shades of Unk-te-hee I Your fath e r i s r ea l mu rd e r ous I wonder if he understand s h o w dangerou s for him self any move like that would be?" "We must be quick," murmured the girl, "if w e would succeed in getting away." "I'm ready whenever you are. Where's y our hors e?" I will get the caballo. Go mount your own h o r s e and w ait for me in the trail." Before Pawnee could s ay another word, the girl haq sp rung up and fluttered away fro m him through th e lilacs. The princ e of the bowie stood erect and listened. The mu s i c o f vio lin s and guitar s wa s p o uring it s elf out through the open windows of the casa, and the melody drowned the rus tling of th!! girl's dress and light fall of her feet "Here' s a fine s h o w d o wn! muttered Pawnee Bill. "I come1to face mysteriou s enemie s at a baile, and I finish by playing C upid. It's a rhinecaboo of course, and I'm pret e nding t o take th e bait. But what will be the upshot? An ambu sh? The girl will be with me, so it's hardly that. Anyh ow, with C hick-Chick under me, and bowie and s ixs hooter s handily by, there's not a danger in the Southwe s t that can claim me for its own. We'll see, chiquita mia!" :We turned on his jingling heel and moved away to where Chick-Chick was waiting at the cottonwood. Mounting, he rode slowly toward the trail. Me an w hile L o la S e ba s tian had fluttered away toward th e ad o be s tabl e By th e high horse corral at tl?_e s table's s ide s he paused and trilled s oftly. There came a l o ws p o ken an s wer, and a man emerged from the s hado wsl le a ding a s addled and bridled horse. "All is well, G d mez, s aid th e girl. Mount and rid e at speed to the medicine lodge. Tell tho s e who are there to be read y and that I am c o rning with Pawnee Bill. Take the s h ort cut over th e m o unt ain-you know it well, and th e re will be no dang e r. We will take the longer way round. \That w ill bring yo u to tl1e m e dicin e lod g e half an h our befor e w e get th ere Unders tand?" "Si, se11orit a," an s wer e d the man. The girl t a lk ed glibly in her native tongue; and after s h e had finis h e d and had climb e d into h e r s addle, s he s at1 for a s pace wat c hing Gomez di sa pp ear in th e dark and then reappear on hors eback fade away in the dark ne ss Whe'n the man wa s we ll on his vvay., the Mexican rod e pa s t the hou se. I 2 "Is n o v ia ?" whi s pered a voice from a lighted wind ow "It i s well, padre," an s wered the girl. "Gomez is on the w ay, and we are s tarting." "Goo d! mutter e d the v o i ce. The girl rode on. The mu s ic, which had lulled, again broke forth, accompanied by gay v o ices and a sound of shuffling f ee t. And the c oil about Pawn' Bill tightened a more CHAPTER XL THE M EDICINE LODGE. Pawnee Bill w a s s m o king and s inging a s he rode to ward the s o uth with L o la S eba s tian. Had h e known what that night was bringing forth in Poverty Flat, he would I

PAGE 19

18 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. certainly have thought twice before taking that leap in the dark. As Buffalo Bill, however, was to start out on one trail and shift to another, so Pawnee Bill was des tined to encounter surprises q.f which, just then, he did not dream. The girl seemed a past mistress in the art of double dealing. She played admirably her treacherous part. The prince of the bowie, knowing she had assumed a role, observed with something like admiration the clever way she covered every detail. "Tell me something about this Tadeo," said he, break ing off from the song that eddied from his lips with the cigar smoke. "He's a lucky dog, senorita." "Ah," murmured the girl modestly, "you flatter. Tadeo is a vaquero, but he is gathering a herd of his w,vn. Some day he will be rich-richer than Gonzales-then my padre will be proud of him for a son-in-law." "So Tadeo is gathering a herd of his own, is he?" "Si, sei'ior. A little trick with the branding iron changes an 'S' to a 'B'-and 'B'-is Tadeo's mark "Well, well!" exclaimed the prince of the bowie. "Your Tadeo is a rustler, I take it." The girl laughed sibillantly. "Si, seiior," she answered calmly, "it is as you say. He .rustles his cattle; and the harder he works, the more his herd grows." "This is-er-refreshing. The Cochise cattlemen would be pleased to know how I arn helping a rustler. Do you think it's right to get a herd together in that way, chiquita?" "It is right, sefior, for see, it is my padre's cattle rnY Tadeo takes. The 'S' brand he changes to his own 'B.'" "And he takes only your father's cattle?" "That is all, senor." "And you think it is right?" "Surely. My padre said to Tadeo: 'You cannot have Lola because you are poor. If you had many cattle then you might have her, but as it is she takes Gonzales.' So Tadeo begins to make himself rich with my padre's cat tle. If he marries me, then what is my father's will come to me some day, and so to him . So Tadeo argues that he is merely taking his own." .Pawnee Bill enjoyed the ingenuous remarks of his companion. "But if Gonzales had married you, senorita," said he, "then Tadeo would have been but a plain cattle thief." "I never intended that Gonzales and I should marry. Before that, I would surely h'ave killed myself; si, madre mia, I would have taken my life." Several times the girl had looked behind, over the dark trail they had covered, and had bent her head as though listening. "Why do you do that, senorita?" asked Pawnee Bill. "We might be followed," she answered. "Would you fight for me if we were pursued by my padre and his friends?" "Of course I'd fight." "I knew, I knew," breathed the girl. "Buffalo Bill and his caballeros are like that-always friends of the weak." Pawnee Bill knew that the girl was not expecting pur suit, but that she pretended to be expecting it in order to give corroborative detail to the role she was enacting. "Two-tongue, they say among the Pawnees," re marked the prince of the bowie, "is everybody's enemy and nobody 's friend." "vVhy do you talk to me of this Two-tongue?" The senorita turned in her saddle and bent her eyes on the prince of the bowie. "The saying ju s t came into my mind, that's all," answered Pawnee Bill. "De> you thin!<, senor, that I talk with a double tongue?" "Why should I? It i s your respect ed father I was thinking about. He invited me to his baile as a guest, and would have dealt with me as an enemy." "That is his way when he wants revenge for a rela tive." Without seeming to have it as a purpose, the prince of the bowie managed to kee p close to the girl's side. He was expecting something to happen, and felt that to b e within arm 's reach of his companion might contribute to his--Sa'fety. They were skirting the base of a mountain, following no trail and weaving in and out among giant boulder s A dozen Mexicans could have hidden behind any one of the boulders, precipitating an attack upon Pawnee Bill with a suddenness that would have left him scant opportunity for a successful defense. He felt sure that there would be no attack if his proximity to his compan ion made it reasonably certain that she would be in volved in it. "Tadeo," said the girl, "has places in the rough country where he hides." "I should think he'd have to have places like that." said Pawnee Bill, "if he wants to keep his herd ,irrowing and, at the same time, keep his sca lp." "We are riding to one of those secret places now," went on the seno rita. "How do you know Tadeo will be there?" "Why, sefior, because th ere are time s when I stea l away from the rancho at night and ride there to see my novio. He waits there every night so that we may meet." "Theq my work is done as soon as I escort you t o this secret place?" "It is done, sefior, as soon as I am with Tadeo." "How much farther have we to go?"

PAGE 20

THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. "Only around the spur, senor." Tne contour of the mountain, shadowed blackly gainst the night sky, bore a grofesque resemblance to a camel lying down on the desert. There were two "humps" on the crest, with an opening between which looked as though it might have been a pass, through which a traveler could cotne from one side of the uplift to the qther and avoid a detour around the ba se. Below the second "hump" a small ;;pur ran out from the mountaip. s 1s lope. It was this spur to which the girl had reference, in naming the location of Tadeo's hiding place. "As near as I can figure it," ob s erved Pawnee Bill, casting a critical look at the mountain s top, "we have come around this upnft from a point directly under that cleft in the crese-We could have saved time by climbing through the notch, couldn't we?" 'You know not what you speak, senor!" shuddered the girl. "It is a dangerous climb by day, and doubly so by night. Many have been killed by trying that short cut over the mountain." They turned sharply to the left in order to follow the foot of the spur. As they rounded the point of the spur, Pawnee Bill saw the black shadow of a house within a hundred feet of him. It was a ones tory hou s e and about as cheerless a habitation as the prince of the bowie had ever seen. "Is the rustler's hangout, senorita?" he inquired. "Si, seiior," was the answer. "I wouldn't live there, if I were you, after I became Senora Tadeo. The place would be liable to get on your nerve s." ""Wait!" whi s pered the girl, halting h e r horse. "I will call. A s s o o n a s Tadeo come s I will thank yo.!1 and you may go." She lifted her voice and called musioolly for The only an s wer s he received was a choru s of coyote cri e s fro m the mountain s l 6 pe behind the house. "It as though Tadeo wa sn't at home," s aid Pawnee Bill. :'He mtt s t be there!" exclaimed tpe gi0rl. ; ,It may be, s enor, that he i s inside, but a s l e ep. Will you go in for me and waken him?" The r,rince of the bowie scented danger in the sugges ti on. He did not dismount but rode closer to the build ing, surveying it as closely as the darkness would permit. It wa s built of adobe and had a door of heavy planks. He circled the walls and discovered that the place was without any windows. a house without windows was a curious P/P os1tlon. "If Tadeo is asleep in there," called the scout, riding around the corner of the house and toward the door, "then it's a cinch he's smothered to death. I don't ad-mire his judgment m selecting a place like this for a I hangout." He leaned from his saddle and drummed on the door with his knuckles. The hollow inter1or echoed the pounding thunderously. There was no response to the summons. must 1ie there," cried the girl, "I am sure he is there." She to ssed the reins over her hors e's head and slipped down from the saddl e . 'Going in, senorita?"' inquired Pawnee Bill. "I am not afraid," s he an s wered. "If you wiil let me take one of your revolver s--" He had no intention of letting her take one of his weapon !. He might all his hardware for his own defen s e, for the queer was getting queerer all the time. '.'I'll do better than that," s aid he, for I'll go into the place with you." Dropping his own reins over Chick-Chick's head, the prince of the bowie dismounted. Revolver in hand he placed himself at the girl's sid e then kicked open the plank door with his foot. Blank darkness opened before them. The interior of the hou s e was as dark as a pocket .. The girl stepped across the threshold. Pawnee Bill 111oved forward with her. Suddenly the door slammed. This was followed by a pi s tol s hot. After that there was s ilence, as deep and impenetrable as before Pawnee Bill and the girl had en tered the adobe. The minute s Chick-Chick s hifted around rest l ess ly, s niffing the air and no. doubt wondering why his master did not return. Pos sibly a qtfarter of an hour later, two figures came walking bri s kly toward the hou s e and the horses from the foot of the slope. One of thiim was Lola Sebastian, and the other wa s an armed Mexican. Without a word, the girl bounded lightly into her saddle and galloped back around the spur. The armed Mexican took Chick Chick by the dangling reins and led him off toward the mountain s ide behind the cabin. I I CHAPTER XII. THE SCOUT'S ENIGMA. Buffalo Bill and Cayuse, piloted by Lone Dog, rode for three hours through the hot sun. Lone Dog carefully avoided all trails. He explained that he was f fraid of being seen by some of the red raiders guiding their enemies toward the medicine lodge. If any of the raiders should happep to see him, Lone Dog explained further, then the hand of every member of the

PAGE 21

. 20 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. gang would be turned against him, and he would find himself in more trouble than the beaverskin medicine could ever get him out of . The three horserpen came toward Camelf>ack 1_1oun tam from the east. They reached the spur that Jutted out from the mountainside under the notch and, just as Pawnee Bill and Lola Sebastian had done almost a dozen hours before, they skirted the base of the spur. Lone Dog, however, halted before they reached the point of the little ridge. "Mebbeso raiders see Lone Dog if he go on," said the redskin. 'Pa-e-has-ka find um medicine .lodge on other side little hill. Give um medicine now and Lone Dog vamose." "You'll get your medicine, Lone Dog," answered the scout, "when I make sure you have brought us to the right place." Digging into his war bag he drew out the beaverskin pouch and handed it to Cayuse. "Keep possession of that, Cayuse," the scout went on, "until I investigate a little around the end of the spur. We'll make sure Lone !Dog has rarried out his part of the contract in good faith before we let him get away from us." "Wuh !" muttered tpe Piute boy, laying the medicine bag across the withers of his horse and dropping a hand in which he a revolver on top 'of it . "Keep to this side of the spur," the scout went on, "and don't let Lone Dog lose your eyes for a minute." Lone Dog's hungry glance was on the medicine bag, but the revolver and the determined look in the little Piute's eyes reconciled him to the situation. "Pa-e-has-ka find um medicine lodge muy pronto," grunted Lone Dog. "Him no go inside till him come back, tell um Piute give um beaverskin to Lone Dog, huh?" "When I come back and report," said the scout, "you'll get your medicine." I Without pausing further, he rode to the end of the spur, drew rein and peered cautiously around. He saw a small adobe house, one story in height, and with a plank door: The door was shut, and there was no sign of life about the spot. The scout rode farther around the end of the spur; then, drawing rein again, he pulled the front of his hat brim down to shade his eyes and swept a keen glance over the vicinity of the cabin. The side of the spur and the side of the mountain formed a right angle, the points of which opened out upon the flat desert. The adobe stood in the angle, about fifty feet from the foot of the spur and the same dis tance from the foot of the mountain. Huge boulders cluttered the foot of the mountain, the sun striking sparks from the mica encrusted in their surfaces. Raiders might be hiding behind those boulders but the scout had not the slightest reason for thinking so. Lone Dog had said that Ponca Dave and Black Sal vadore had come to the cabin. If they were anywhere, they should certainly be inside the adobe. Again tfoe scout's sharp eyes inspected the building. He was quick to observe the absence of windows. At a distance, he rode around the house, thinking there might be openings in the other walls. But there were none. "It's a house of mystery and no mistake," he mut tered. "No windows! In a country as hot as this the interior must be stifling. And there's no sign of water! Why should any one build a '.ras certainly modern. The planks s howed the marks of the steel teeth that had whipsawed them out of the tree trunk. 'Ponca Dave, the scout reasoned, might have made and hung the door, but the rest of the adobe had been con structed by hands that had long since moldered to du s t. Something about the bowie knife in the door struck the scout as familiar. He gave it, and the rope, clo s er attention, and knew there was no mistake. Pawnee Bill's bowie and riata What mystery was here? Buffalo Bill started back astouq.ded, his eyes on the rudely printed words. I It was a problem that confronted the scout. The prince of the bowie had gone to Sebastian's bail e He had expected trouble-in fact, it was the uncertainties

PAGE 22

THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 21 of the cal' at Sebastian's that had made its appeal to him. Pawnee had not returned by sunrise, as he had said he would, and that proved that he had encountered difficul ties he could not surmount. But how was it that his knife and riata were here on the door of Ponca Dave's "house of mystery"? The scout, wrestling with the enigma, allowed his mind to return to the conversation he had with Nomad, regarding Cactus Blossom. The half-breed girl was a relative of Sebastian's, and Sebastian, with some one else at his rancho, had helped Cactus Blossom plan the aid given so successfu lly to Ponca Dave and Black Sal vadore. Had Pawnee Bill been captured, or dealt with in some worse manner, at Sebastian's place? How else could the prince of the bowie1s Price knife have been placed in the position in which the scout now saw it, and his riata hung from the handle, unless di s a s ter had over taken the man from No Man's Land? From these preparations, and from the lettered word s on the door, it seemed to the scout as though his enemies had been expecting him at the house of mystery. Those words, "Come in-if you Dair, placed over emblems that indicated trouble for Pawnee Bill, were plainly a dare for hi s pards The "invitation" to enter, coupled with its threat, was on a par with that other bid that had been sent to the prince of the bowie. what was there about this small adobe house, of an cient origin, that could offer clanger? There was little room in it for mysteries of a dangerous kind. Unven tilated, as it was, the air inside must have been like that of a furnace. Why had Ponca Dave picked out such a place for a rendezvous? The scout's eyes dropped to a well-beaten path that led to the door. This seemed to indicate that, in spite of tqe adobe' s inhospitable appearance, it had been used extens i vely. The scout, as he allowed his gaze to wander along the path, saw fre s h hoofmarks in the earth. They had been made by shod hoofs. Easily disentangled the prints from those \ left by Bear Paw. One set of marks encircled the house, close to the wall. Coming back to the front again, they showed where the horse had stood and pawed r es tles s ly. From that point, the hoofprints went off toward the s l ope of the mountain, preceded by mark s of boot soles that indicated that the hor s e had been led. The other horse had gone gallop ing toward the point of the spur. All these discoveries only bewildered the scout more, instead of doing anything to clear the mystery. He started to follow the trail l ef t by the led horse, but he had not pro<;:eeded far before the trail ran into rocb ground and faded. Coming back to the front of the hou se again, he took up his original position and resumed his study of Paw nee Bill's knife and bowie, and the printed words. Was a band of red raiders inside that stuffy house, waiting for him tc, enter? His natural impulse was to draw a revolver, throw open the door and l eap inside, discounting danger by his quickness. On second thought, however, he decided that l{e should procee d more carefully. Pawnee Bill's safety might depend upon him, and to make one ras h, ill-advised move would perhaps spell de struction for bot\1 his pard and himself. Yet, jf he did not throw open that baffiing door, how was he ever to learn what was on the other side of it? As he stood pondering, lis tening for some sound within that would tell of lurking foes, he heard a shot on the other side of the spur. Here was an alarm which was tangible and clearly un der s tood. Cayuse was having trouble. He would in vestigate that, and later give his attention to the medicine lodge. He turned to step away from the door and remount his horse. At that precise moment the top of the heavy door was thrown outward, striking upon the scou t's head and shou lders, hurling him to the ground. Bear Paw, with a frightened snort, leaped back.ward, tearing the looped reins off the scout's arm. Buffalo Bill lay without sound or movement. A pall had dropped over his senses and left him helpless in the hands of his foes. \ CHAPTER XIII. PRISONERS IN THE ANCIENT REFUGE. The scout opened hi s eyes in pitchy darkness. His head ached with the blow from the falling door, and he was several moments rallying his to the point where they had recently left him. He stirred a little and lifted a hand to his head. "N ecarnis !" muttered a voice. "Great Scott!" exclaimed the scout. "Is that you, Pawnee?" "No one else, Pard Bill. Shades of Unk-te-hee, but thi s is a fine situation for the king of scouts and the prince of the bowie. We're right royally kiboshed, much as I hate to admit it. Call me a greaser, though, if I wasn't surprised when they lowered you down here! Where did you come from, anyway?" The scout felt as though he had not yet secured a firm grasp on his reasoning powers. He lay quiet for a few minutes, and then sat up. "You're as much of a surprise to me, pard,'' said he, "as I am to you. Where are we? In the house of mys tery?"

PAGE 23

22 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "It's a house of mystery, all rjght," answered Pawnee She only told that much of the truth, though, in order Bill. ''The adobe doesn't cover much surface ground, to inveigle nfe into a place where I could be dealt with but it runs down pretty deep. That house is built over a without leaving too many evidences behind. If I had hole in the desert, and when you walk in you step over mysteriously disappeared during the baile the sheriff and the brink of a slide in the dark. When you're at the others would have come to Sebastian' s looking for me. bottom of the slide, you're not in a condition to do much If the sponging out had been done at Sebastian's, som e of anything to help yourself. At least, necarnis, that's thing might have been found that would have proved how I figure it. I've been several hours working it out. disagreeable for' Sebastian. So I was brought h e re. I was lonesome, and th's all I had to do. But tell me "The senorita tried t o get me to enter the ad o b e al o ne, about yourself, and how you happen to be here. and look for the mythical Tadeo. But I wa s wary and The scout drbpped into the recital at once. As he back. When she started in, I couldn t s ee much over past experienc6, beginning with the escape of the danger in entering the house at her side. That's where two raiders from the Poverty Flat jail, his mind cleared I made my mistake. As soon as we were pa s t the door as he took a fresh grip on the detail s Pawnee Bill gave it slammed shut behind us. Then some one gave me a his entire attention, and was vastly impressed. pu s h from behind. I had time to fir e-a blind s h o t in "N ecarnis, said he, when the scout had finished, "that half-breed girl ought to have a prize! There is some thing distinctly humorous in the way she used the Ladies' Aid Society and three of the Cochi s e cattlemen to get that st ffed turkey to the two pri s oners. A s for the re s t of it-that about the lo s t medicine bag and the way you dickered with Dog for piloting you to this placeit lays a little over anything I ever h eard before. Jus t what hai;>pened to you after you heard the shot on the other side of the spur'?." "I'm a little in doubt, as to that," returned the scout, but I'm u nder the impr ess ion that the door of the adobe was thrown outward, I went down under it. After that there wa s a blai;ik, and I came out of it to find you. They've got my gun s," he added, hi s hands groping over his belt. / "The!}' wouldn't have lowered you down here, necarnis, until they had made sure of your weapon s But there's some excuse for you, and not much for me. I was ex pecting trouble, when I dropped into this bag of tricks but you lost out because of that double-acting door at the entrance to the medicine lodge." "While I'm getting back into normal condition, Pawnee," suggested the scout, softly fondling the bruised place at the back of his head, "you might improve the time by letting me know how you happen to be here." The prince of the bowie told of his brief experience at the baile, and of his attempt to get a line ::m Sebastian by taking the bait flaunted before his eyes by the Mexi cana. "I hadn't a notion what that girl was trying to do," de clared Pawnee Bill, "but I just gave her all the rope she wanted. Of course, if r'had known that Ponca Dave and' Black Salvadore made that getaway from the jail, very likely I'd have proceeded differently. But I didn t know that. I understand, now, that Lola Sebas : tian told the truth when she said that her fathel'. and his crowd ;wanted to even up with me for what had hap pened to Salvadore. the dark it was-and then I toppled forward, struck a smooth slope and slid like lightning downward I landed with a thump that left me as sensele s s as you were, and when I regained con s ciou s ness I wa s in this place, minu s the twin destroyers and the Price knife. "We're in a h o l e nc carnis, and affair s outs ide are in an altogether unsati s factory condition. Nomad and the baron are trailing along toward Seba s tian's, and they will probably have their hand s full wh e n they get there. A s for Cayuse, probably Lone.Dog made a jump for him in ,orde r to 1 ecure the beaver s kin p o u c h, and the b o y fired Little Cayuse, I take it, will be the only one who come s out of thi s s hake-up with anything like flying color s For once in my life, Pard Bill, I'm considerably d e -pres sed.'' "There's no use being depre sse d," said the scout 1 "We're neither of us on the retired lis t, Pawnee, and whil { we have the u s e of our hands and our head s we'll do what we can to make things intere s ting for our cap tors. Have you tried to find out what sort a place we re in?" "I've u s ed all my matches inve s tigating. If you have any fire s ticks in y our p oc k e t, s trike o n e ." The scout di s covered that hi s matches had n p t b e en tampered with. He s cratched one of the sulphur s plinters over the ro c k floor, and a s it flickered into a stead y glow he looked around him. What he saw far from cheering. A sheer wall circular in shape, aros e on every s id e P erhaps it wa s fifteen feet in height-the glow of the match did not illuminate tht; pit sufficiently for to form any accurate estimate of the height of the wall s They wer e straight up and down and s mooth. Thi s precluded all hope of scaling them without a ladder, or a rope l e t down from above. ./ The pit was about twenty feet in Above it was a pall of impenetrable darkness ... "You say," remarked the scout, "that the adobe hou se sets over a hole in the desert, and that the extens i v e part of this rendezvous is subterranean ?"

PAGE 24

THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 23 "That's the way I've figured it out, necarnis," an swered Pawnee Bill. "The adobe house is simply a blind for these underground workings. I suppose, from the experiences I have gone through, that there's a strip of level ground just in si de the door of the adobe; then, I think, there's a slide, with moie level ground at the foot of it. After that comes this pit. I must have been low ered into it just as you were, one of the grea se rs or reds coming down to remove the rope. But all that happened while I was locoed, and unable to realize what was going on. "When you were low ered, I was ordered to off the rope. I tried to climb the rope, but the wh.elps shot at me. Then, in order to stave off the fate the raiders seemed bound o hand out to the two of us, I obeyed orders." "This can't be an old mine," mu s ed the scout. "Hardly, necarnis Its' a natufal formation-something of a natural freak, but old as the hills. It has been used, too, centuries before Ponca Dave's time. Strike another match and come this way." The scout, scraping firestick on the rocky floor, moved across the pit and halted at his pard's side. "There," said the prince of the bowie, la ying a finger on the wall, "read that. It was carved there a long time ago, but it hasn't been subject to wind or weather and is as plain as the day it was chiseled." The following, neatly carved in the stone, was what met the scout's eyes: "Aqui estaba el Gen. Dn. Do. de Vargas, quien con quisto a nuestra Santa Fe a la Real c Orona todo el Nuevo M e:rico a sit cost a, afio de sixteen-ninety-two." Which, translated, made the following: "Here was the General Don Diego de Vargas, who con quered for our Holy Faith and for the Royal Crown, all the ew Mexico, at his own expense, in the year sixteen ninety-two." The match dropped from the scout's fingers and he drew back and leaned thoughtfully against the wall. "Pawnee," he remarked finally, "in the old days, when the Sapnish were subduing the country, they had frequent refuges on the trail between the City of Mexico and Santa Fe, where, if any party was at tacked by an overwhelming force of Indians, they could secrete themselves or find holding ground for a fight. Unless I'm far wide of my trail, pard, this rendezvous of Ponca Dave's is one of those ancient refuges. The adobe over the refuge, is of ancient construction, and that writ i n g on the wall tell s own s tory." "\Ve're prisoners, then, in a hole in an ancient refuge of the Spaniards," said the prince of the bowie. "It isn't much <>f a refuge for us, though, for it's plain we were dropped into this pit to starve to death at our leis. ure. And when we're for, our fate will be a sealed book, so far as our friends are concerned." "I suppose," returned the scout, "that that's the way of it. Did you see anything of Ponca Dave, or Black Salvadore, while I was being lowered into the pit?" "I saw nothing of either of the scoundrels Xhe scout, in thrusting a hand into his pocket to look for more matches, inadvertently drew someth ing out that fluttered to i the flo9r. He struck a match to see what it was, and the square of white cloth, taken from the beaverskin pouch, appeared before him, diagram s ide up. "What's this?" demanded Pawnee Bill, dropping down on his knees and staring at the rough diagram. "Something that came out of Lone Dog's medicine bag," answered the scout. "I don't think it amounts to anything, pard," although I did have a notion it might prove valuable." "By the sacred 0-zu-ha !" gasped the starped Pawnee Bill. "Call me a greaser, 11ecarnis, if I don't believe this is a diagram of the adobe, up above, and of these under ground workings. By Unk-te-hee, I'm sure of it!" The scout was that Lone Dog, who,was one of the raiders, should have such a diagram-but that the thing should turn up, at that critical moment. ,/ CHAPTER XIV. WITH THE HELP OF LONE DOG'S "MEDICINE." "It may be you're right, Pawnee," the scout "I know I'm right, Pard Bill. Unless that crack on the head has played havoc with your wits, you'll it too, in a brace o! shakes Drop do'wn here beside me and keep the matches going." The scout, on his knees at his pard's elbow, held the matches over the diagram while Pawnee Bill ran his finger over the lines. "That ob l ong square," said the prince of the bowie, "is the ground plan of the adobe. There's the door, see? This line, entering the door and curving and angling off to the edge of the cloth, must be a guide for getting through the workings. "We come in the door, like that, .then we meet a slant-that s lant, of course, i s the slide. Down the slant we go to the level space at the bottom, then across and to the right. Now, by the sacred smoke, what does that other line mean off-shooting from the main one? It has quirks and dips, and finally comes back into the main line again." "That second line," suggested the scout, by that tim e profoundly interested in the diagram, "comes down int o this pit."

PAGE 25

. THE BUFFA.LO BILI.: STORIES "But it gets out of the pit again and joins on to the principal line, necarnis !" "Exactly. That circle is the pit, and the line comes into it. I reckon that's plain enough. There must be a way out of the pit, and that line probably affords the clue. There's a cross where the line crosses the pit and touches the opposite wall." "We'll settle this right nere dC'!::la red the prince of the bowie, jumping up. "If that cross m eahs a way out, we'll get to the bottom of it." "Move to the right a little, Pawpee directed scout, studying the diagram as he conned his pard'..: course. "There," h<; added, noting critically the position taken by Pawnee Bill, "right in front of you ought to be the place where that cross is marked on the diagram." "Nothing here," announced the prince of the bowie disconsolately. "I wasn't expecting to fina' a grand st.aircase, but T did hope for a row of iron pegs. I-Hold uff, hold up," he suddenly added. "Here's something-mud, or I'm a greaser !-mud, filling flush with the wall as neat a handhold as was ever gouged/ ..from rock. Why pard," chuckled Pawnee Bill, "there are footholds and handholds, carved forour benefit all the waf. up and plastered over to .fool us. I wish I meet this Lone Dog and do something for him. Shall we climb?" "Let's get rest of the map firmly impressed on our minds first," answered the scout. "We want to know where to go, pard, when we reach the top of the pit." "An-pe-tu-we !" "We want to get the route so clear in our minds," the scout continued, "that we can go over it in the dark. The firesticks aren't going to last much longer."1 "Let's get busy, then, and lose no more 'time." Returning to the little square of cloth, Pawnee Bill sank to his knees again and gave it! his attention. "It's at the top of the pit," said he, "that the second line to the right and joins the main route. After that, there. seems to be a straight shoot to another in cline, or to a change in the course ; then, so on and off the map.'i "Off tlic map! 'And where can that be?" "Quiett. 'Sabe!:' "Perhaps," reflected the scout, "the line, entering by the door: of the adoqe, leads to another exit from the refuge.'" "Buenos! That's a bull's-eye shot, and I'll gamble my spurs. :Those old Spaniards, necarnis, had more than one way for getting out of these workings." "We'll proceed on. that supposition, anyhow," said the scout. "Have you got the map fixed in your mind, pard?" "Clear as a chalk mark!" "Then we'll begin to climb." The climbing was done in the dark. Pawnee Bill, hav ing located the chiseled holes in the wall, went first, groping upward and pushing his fingers through the sandy muck that filled the handholes, nd hunting with the toes of his boots for the holes below. The scout, following closely, used Pawnee BUl's feet for guides, slipping his fingers into a niche the moment the prince of the bowie withdrew his toes. So, in the he;i.vy gloom, the pards scaled the wall of prison, profiting by the "medicine" taken from Lone D o g's beaver s kin pouch. r e rhaps ten minutes leaving the bottom of the 1 Lite pa rds scrambled over the brink and upon a surf a c1., ,f lev e l rock. "A t urn to the right now," whispered the scout, "Be as qui e t a s possible, Pawnee, for there's no telling where we'll find tlie raiders." "Mum's the word," was the answer. "Give me your hand, compadre." They moved to the right carefully, and found them selves on the long level which led either a turn in the route or to an incli.ne. They were in a passage-a bore cracked asunde r in some primeval throe of the earth's cru s t. The wall they followed ran straight and wa:s a safe guide. Before they had proceeded far, the glow of a distant light struck on their eyes and a mumble' of voices reached their ears. "Shades of Unk-te-hee !" grumbled the prince of the bowie; "there's the gang, necarnis, planted squarely be tween us aI1d freedom. ow what? I don't believe we could get out through the adobe in a thou s and years. More than likely we'd break our necks trying it in the dark." "Down on your knees, Pawnee," whi s pered the scout, "and crawl forward. We'll size up the situation at close quarters and figure out our chances. Keep close to the wall." I Pawnee Bill still wore his jingling hat. Removing it, he crushed it into small compa s s and stowed it in the front of his jacket. His s purs were al s o noisy, and he unbuckled them and pushed them into hi s pockets. After that, his forward progress was as silent as the scout could wi s h for. As the light grew, and the sound of the voices in creased, the creeping pards gathered that the passage ahead widened into a chamber of some proportions, and that the raiders were-in this chamber. The talking was in Spanish and Apache, but guarded as fo toi1e, so that the pards could not distingui s h what was being said. Reaching the place where the wall s of the c hamber broke away from the pas 9 age, they peered cautiou s ly around the rock angles. what they saw was surpri s ing. Resting on a blanket on a stone bench, in the centre

PAGE 26

THE BUFFALb BILL STORIE::,. of t h e chamber, the form of Ponca Dave. The form wa s stark and rigid, and in the ghastly glow of half a doz e n ca ndle s it was not difficult for the pards to see that the lead e r of the raider s wa s dead. Und o ubtedly, the scot1t tho ught, a piece of flying bri s during the explo s ion in the jail, had caused a mortal wound. Ponca Dave had liv e d to reach hi s old rendez vous, but mu s t. have s uccumbed very soon afterward. !\ear his dead l e ad e r, candl e in hand, s t o od Black Sal va d ore A grim, s tony look was on the visage of the half-breed. The s cout' s ey es, dropping to Salvadore's wai s t, s aw the re hi s o wn belt and weapons. S e ven re d s kins and two Me x icans wer e squatted on th e s t o ne floor n ear the bench and gruesome burden. A s the parcl s watched the s trange scene, Black Sal vadore dre w back, wav e d hi s candle and gave a command. One of the Mexican s and on e o f the Indians got up and proceeded t o lif t the edg es o f the blanket and to wind them about the s till form o f th e r a id e r. At another c o mmand fro m S alvadore, the remaining Mexican and anoth e r Indian git up. The four lifted the blanketed form and bore it toward an incline at one s i de of the c hamber. BJack Salvadore remain e d behind with one of the red s ki ns the rest followed the bear e rs of the body. F i ; e lighted candle s were l e ft in the chamber, sput: tering around the bench. Black Salvadore and th e Indi an seated them s elve s on th e b e nch, their backs toward th e pard s and talked gutturally and in l o w voices. Buffalo Bill slipped close to the side of the prince of th e bowie. Salvadore has my gun s ," he w hi s pered, "and that Indian with 11im ha s yours. The rest have gone to'\ury P o nca Dave. While they're away, parcl, we have a chance to do something." -" "Aye" murmi:1recl P aw n ee Bill, "and it' s a ch a nce, a s y o u might say, made to orde r. There are only two there on the bench, they have our gun s and their backs are toward u s Whatf more could we a sk?" N o more If you're ready, come on!" While the two raiders talked, and perhaps laid their p lans for a new leader and fre s h lawle ss ne s s, the pards cre pt towarcl them, noisele ss ly a s serpents. A coiled riata lay acro s s the cour s e taken b y Pawnee B ill. Fortune it appeared, wa s lit e rally s howeri,ng J:ier fav o r s upon the pard s for the riata w a s one o f Pawnee B ill's. The prince of the bowie marke d it with inward s ati s faction and crept on. when clo s e to the s tone bench, the scout pau s ed b e hind Black Salvadore, and the prince of, the bowie behind the 1 Indian. The sc out s ignaled with his hand. The next inst ant, s trong arms had clo s ed about the two raider s and th e y w e re thrown from the bench to the flocr. E ach of them fought desperately and tri e d to s hout an alarm, but tense fingers gripped the raiders' throats and prevented outcry. CHAPTER XV. AT CLOSE QUARTERS. In that hand-t o -hand struggle the advantage was all on the sid e of the two pards. While the scout struggled with Black Salvadore, the Indian abruptly brought his battle with Pawnee Bill to a finish ..-The r e d s kin was a powerfully built man and half rose u p d e r the weight of Pawnee Bill's body . With a quick heave, however, the prince of bowie overset the el l ow, and hi s head crashed agamst the edge of the stone bench. The Indian dropped like a stone and lay motionless on the rocky floor. / "That's one...for what I got, going down your bloottting slide," growled Pawnee Bill, lifting himself and staring at t4e Indian to make sure he was not shamming. Having rea s sured himself, and appropriated the belt and guns which the redskin had eviclently-'daimed for his own Pawnee Bill hurried to help the scout with Black Salvadore. "I've got my riata, Pard Bill," panted the prince of the bowie. "Then tie hi s hands with it, Pawnee," said the scout. "We'll leave his feet free, for he will have to travel with us." The rope wizard was choice of his riatas and did not care to use them for tying refractory prisoners. In a case like the present, however, he bowed to Between them the parcl s succeeded in getting Salva dore's hands bound s ecurely at his back with one encl of the riata. This was accomplished while i:he scout con tinued the pre s sure at the captive's throat with one hand and assisted Pawnee with the other. ow a gag," said the scout. The prince of1 the bowie chuckled as he drew a square of \ Y hite cloth fro m hi s pocket and tw: s ted it into a rope. "We'll gag him with Lone Dog's diagram,'.' he. lau?hed. "It ha s been good medicine for us, and I thmk 1t will do the bu s in ess for Salvadore." The g a g s lipped between the half-breed's jaws and the two corner s knotted at the back of his neck. cl h t h0l "Hold a gun on him, pard," requeste t e scou w t e I get my belt and guns." . Pawnee Bill handled a revolver with his nght liand and wrapped the loose end of the riata abo:it other. Buffalo Bill, with a feeling of iptense satisfaction, secured his belt and buckled it around his waist. The pri s oner was still on the ground, lying on his back an d glaring malevolently up into the faces of the Salvadore," said the scout, juggling one of his army

PAGE 27

THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES Co l ts i n hi s hand, "for a very little I would s hake a load out of this gun. Don't give me the opportunity, that's all. Get up, and lead the way out of here. What's more, don't hang back-it won't be healthy for you." G'here was an edge to the s cout's voice and it mu s t hav e cut the half-breed s sulkiness to the quick. He got up and started toward the incline, two revolv e r s cov e r i ng him as he walked, and Pawnee Bill clinging to the end of the riata. uhe slope at the side of the chamber led upward A s the pards climbed it with their prisoner, daylight grew until they came out into a small basin, open to the s ky and bordered with big boulder s A surpr i se awaited them there, too, for nine saddle horses were tethered in the basin-one of them being Chick-Chick. Saddle s and bridle s w e re o n all the hor ses and under Chick-Chick s stirrup l eather the prince of the bowie, to hi s delight, s a w o ld Spitfire looking at him over the edge of the rifle case "When luck turns," commented Pawnee Bill, s he ju s t naturally outdoes her s elf. I 'll take Chick-Chi c k, n e car nis; and you can requisition one of the other mount s We'll let pick out hi s own horse, and we'll tie him fast to the brute "Sharp's the word, pard," said the scout "The rest of th e raider s are likely to s h ow up h e r e at a n y minute \ V e mu s t be out of the way before that happen s ." "We will be! declared the prince of the bowie, with conviction. "Luck has tak e n a turn for the better arid will throw everthing our way." They hurried w ith their preparations, binding the pri s oner to his hor s e and the hor s e to Chick-Chick, and the scout cutting the most lik e ly looking animal out of th e horses that were left. There wa s a w e ll-defined bridle path leading b e twe e n the boulder s and ouft of the ba s in. Paw nee Bill t oo k the lead, towing the pr soner's hor s e, and the scout brought up the rear to make s ure the pri s oner offer e d no r es i st ance I The basin was cut into the slope of the m o untain, di rec tl y back of the old adobe and some twenty fe e t from t he deser t level. As Pawnee Bill emerged fro m the boul d e rs and out upon the slopk, a choru s of y ells c a me from a d i s t ance. "They've sighted us, neca rni s !" roared the prince of the bowie "Start Salvadore s horse-we'll have to make a run o f it." Buffalo Bill leaned forward and yelled and struck the 1ed horse with the palm of hi s hand The animal jump e d forward, and all three of the horse s went tearing down the s l ope at a run. Revolver s began their merry mu s ic, but the firing wa s all on t he part of the raiders and the range was too l ong. Looking over hi s shoulder, the scout s aw the burial party further along the slope. They had jus t fini s hed .. th e ir work, it s eemed, when they caught s ight of Pawnee Bill. Every m e mber of the party was in full cry but a foot race promised but poorly with the purs ued pard s m o unted and s liding toward the de sert at a tearing gallop. The raider s ceased firing, and, quite s en s ibly, chang e d their cour se, with the basin and the horse s for their goal. "Ride your b e st, Pawnee!" shouted the scout.' "We want to s ave thi s pri s oner at all costs!" "We' ll s ave him, compadre," flung back the prince of the bowie. "My spurs are in my pockets, but I don t need them with Chick-Chick. If that gang of reds and greasers overhauls us between here and Pov erty Flat, then you can mark me up as a mighty poor prophet." They were clos e to the point of spur when the pur. suer s began flick e ring over the edge of the basin and down the mountain s ide. W h oa!" yelled Pawnee Bill sucldeniy, throwing himself back on his rein s Ch i c kChick sa t d own in the sa nd and the led hor s e came within on e o f running ov e r him and hi s rider. "Wh<,it's to p a y no w ? demanded the s cout, checking the animal h e w a s riding. "Be t w e e n two fire s ncca r nis, wa s the other's cool re spon se. "I gu ess we'll have to tak e to the boulder s The patter of hoof s from behind faded into another sound of galloping from around the s pur. The scout wa s picking out the mos t convenient bould e rs for a la s t stand when K omad s h o t around the point of th e spur on Hide rack. After him came the baron on hi s Toofer mule, and behind th e baron, neck and neck with Mortimer De g a rd, rode Di c k Oberl e e. Stoke s followed The une x pected me e ting o f the party from town with the pard s from the mountain s ide, brought momentary silence, then a whoop of jubilation and d e light from all hand s "Buffier, er I'm er Piegan !' ho w led t11e old trapper, waving his hat. Buffalo Pill und Pawnee Pill!" caroll e d the baron. "Vat you t'ink, h ey? U nd dey got dot Plack Salfatore, oder d o n d know vat I know. Hoo p-a-l a "Jus t what I might h a ve expected," grinned Degard. "But wh e re i s P o nca Dave?'' "Under a mound on the hillside," answered Pawnee Bill. "Did you--" "Not u s wa s the answer. "He was wounded when he and Salvadore blew down the jail wall, and it was that wound that fini s hed him." "Who was doing that shooting?" put i n Ober l ee. The s cout turne d in hi s s addle and pointed rearward. The raider s were not in evid e nce in that direction. Scent ing dang e r, th e y had shifted their course and were now a moving column of du s t well off acro s s the desert. "Let em flicker!" said Degcu;d. "We'verun ou r

PAGE 28

I THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. horses enough. Oberlee, go around the spur and have Cayuse come with Lone Dog and Cactus Blossom." Lone Dog and Cactus B l ossom?" inquired the scout. "Waal, yes,'! spoke up the trapper. "When the baron an' me an' the sher'ff an' party overhauled Cayuse, he was holding thet bag in one hand an' drorin' er bead on Lone Dog with t'other. Cayuse allowed h e wouldn't give up ther beaverskin pouch ontil you re turned an' reported, not ef he had ter wait er week." "But where does Cactus Blossom come int o the argu ment, Nick?" "Why, ther baron an' yores truly never went ter se1 bastian's. Ye see, we overhauled ther half-breed gal on ther way thar. She put her boss ter a run, an' thet ox cited our suspicions; then, when we come up with her, she admitted she was Cactus Blossom, an' we had her thet skeered thet she was leadin' us ter the medicine l odge when we met up with Degard an' party. We all come on tergether, findin' Cayuse lookin' over his s ights at Lone Dorg, an' B'ar Paw, minus a rider, standing in an' lookin' some distressed. 'Cayuse dicln't know what had become of Pa-e-ha s -ka, an' he was plumb wild. While we was torkin' with him, we heerd shootin' over ther spur, left ; both pris'ners Cayuse, an' rushed this way. Ye know what we found, an'-Waal, hyar comes Cayuse, now, fannin' hi shoo ter an' drivin' his pris'ners ahead o' him. Baron, let's relieve ther Piute o' some o' his re spo n sibi lity." The baron and the trapper forthwith took charge of Lone Dog and Cactus Blossom, and Cayu s e rode for the scout with a delighted "How!" and an outstretched hand. Cayuse had endured several hours of worry on the scout's account, and Lone Dog....had not proved easy to handle. CHAPTER XVI. t CONCLUSON. Everybody, prisoners excepted, dismounted and flung themselves down in the shade of the boulders. A spir ited talk followed, during which Buffalo Bill and Paw nee Bill went briefly over their experiences. These re citals naturally aroused interest in he1house of mystery, and half the party went over to the adobe. Pawnee Bill's riata was found, along with hi s famous Price knife, under the door, which was lying flat on the sand Ve ry fortunalely the knife was not injured, al though it might have been broken by the weight of the door had it not been made of such sterling meta}. The prince of the bowie wrenched the knije free and dropped it into the empty scabbard at his belt, and pickect .up the riata and hung it o ve r his shoulder. "That's the nearest I ever came parting company with said he, "and 1t will be a mighty clever outfit of tinhorns that ever separates us like that again.'' Carefully the interior of the adobe was examined. Pawnee Bill's deductions were borne out in every partic ular, for th e cabin merely cov(:!red a rent in the earth. Jus t within the door was a narrow level of ground, then a s teep descent leading down into darkness. At the side of the slide was a fligh't of steps, cut into the rock. The s lide_ mea ured some twenty feet, and at its lower end was another level ;;pace, with the open mouth of the pit beyond. Skirting tne pit, the exploring party reached the passage, followed it to the chamber ana there made the discovery that he Indian the pards had left behind had recOo/ered vanished. All the horses were gone from the basin. A visit was paid to the freshly heaped mound tliat nid Ponca Dave and his blasted fortunes, and then the party returned to the horses and the three prisoners. Th(! scout, removing the gag from Black Salvadore's jaws, to ssed it to Lone Dog. "Look at that," said he, "and tell me where you got it." The Indian opened out the square of cloth and studied it grimly Black Salvadore, who was near Lone Dog, got a g ood look at the diagram. The half-breed swore savagely. "That wayine !" he cried. "I missed it an' reckoned it had been stole! Was you the one, ye red whelp?" "Me take um,'' answered Lone Dog. "Him look like paper talk and heap good medicine; put um in beaverskin bag." "You didn't know what it was, Lone Dog?" queried the scout. "No sabe." "Which shows, compadres," spoke up Pawnee Bill "how chance sometimes take s hold of events and helps out a pair of pards like Buffalo Bill and me." The scout took the beaverskin bag from Cayuse and gave it into the hand s of Lone !Dog. "You're not a particularly good Indian," said the scout, "but a promise is a promise, and there's your medicine. Be an honest red f f om now on, Lone Dog. If you'll agtee to that, I'll let you go.'' "Me heap good In jun," was the prompt answer; "no make um trouble any more." "Then clear out!" Lone Dog s to od not upon the order of his going, out, digging his moccasined heels into his cayuse, he van ished around the end of the spur. Cactus Blossom was a comely looking half-l:ireed, ana the scout turned in her direction. "You tried hard to save your brother and Ponca Dave, Cactus Bfossom," said the scout, "and you came within one of making good. Who put up that scheme for you?" Cactus Blosso m looked toward her brother, but he kept his gloomy eyes averted.

PAGE 29

THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "Me do um," said she. "No one helped." "Didn't Sebastian help?" She shook her head. "Well, Sebastian got the bomb for you; and the files, and the little steel saw, eh?" 4'Mebbeso." "And Lola Sebastian wrote that invitation to the baile on the playing card, and you took it to the Spread Eagle Hotel and pushed it under Pawnee Bills' door?" "Mebbeso." "Then, when you had done that, you stole the turkey, took it to that deserted shack and dressed it and roasted it?" The girl opened her eyes wide, but did not answer. Evidently she was amazed at the scout's knowledge. "Later," proceeded the scout, "you concealed the bomb, the files, and the saw inside the turkey and tried three times to get into the jail to see your brother." "All same," said Cactus Blossom. "As a last resort, you called upon the Ladies' Aid So ciety for help, eh?" "Call on Miss Skilo," returned the girl. "She plenty fine squaw." A twinkle shone in the depths of Cactus Blossom's black eyes, ahd a smile twitched at the corners of her mouth. "Well," proceeded the scout, "it's all past and gone, now. You did what you could for your brother and Ponca Dave, and your brother is once more a prisoner, while Ponca Dave has been brought suddenly to the end of his course. I am going to let you go back to Sebas tian's, with a message. Will you carry it?" "Ai." Black Saivadore, surprised at this ge11erosity of the scout's in releasing his sister, turned his moody eyes upon him. "Tell Sebastian," said the scout, "that if he, or his daughter, attempt again to cross trails with Cody and pards, there'll be a dance of another kind at his rancho. Take off the ropes, Oberlee, and let the girl go." "I reckon, Cody," demurred the sheriff, "that you're going too far. It was all right to let the Injun go, but this girl--H "We're not making war on women, Oberlee," said the scout. \ "But Cactus Blosson1 is dangerous!" "Not when there isn't any Ladies' Aid Society tb help her," put in Mortimer Degard. "Let her go, Oberlee. You're coming out of this with plenty of credit. Buffalo Bill has earned the right to do as he pleases." The sheriff entered no further objections, and Cactus Blossom was allowed to go. She gave her brother a final look, thanked the scout, ;'-nd rode off around the spur. at canter. "What have you got to say before we take you back to Poverty Flat, Salvadore?" qtteried Oberlee. "Nary a thing," was the half-breed's answer. "Were you expecting me at that house of mystery?'' apked the scout: "They say ye're allers ter be expected whenever any thin' goes wrong with any o' yer pards," said the half breed. "That's why I pinned Pawnee Bill's knife ter the door an' hung his riata over it. I allowed, ef ye come, ye'de see it, an' that ye'd try ter come inter the adobe. Then we'd git you, too." "What were you going to do with Pawnee Bill and me?" "Sponge ye out, so'st the raiders would hev a free hand in these parts. But what's the use?" finished 1 the half-breed disgustedly. "Three times, now, ye've tack led the raiders with yer pards, an' three times the raid ers hev got the worst o' it. I'm done. Do yer wust with me, an' I'll swaller my medicine." "You'll get all that's coming to you, never fear about that," said Mortimer Degard. "Friends," said Pawnee Bill, "if it's all the same to you, suppose we start for the Flat? I had my last meal yesterday, and yesterday seems a month ago." "I peen a leedle hungry meinseluf," piped the baron. "Ye're allers hungry, pard," grinned Nomad. "Never seen the time when 'ye wasn't. As fer me, I'd like ter come back hyar ag'in an' go over thet ole Spanish hang out." "I've had enough of it," said the scout. "Same here," supplemented Pawnee Bill. "The scout and I have a pair of cracked heads-and they're enough to keep the memory of that old hangout pretty green for a while." "Let's ride," said Degard, climbing into his saddle "It's after sundown. I want to get a good night's rest, for \'m going over and pay my respects to the Ladies' Aid Society in the morning." Everybody mounted, and the party filed away into the gathering shadows. THE END. The next story is bully one, full of snappy adven ture and hairbreadth escapes, and has a smile or two as well. It is founded on an unusually happy of Buf falo Bill and Pawnee Bill to befriend a mysterious ten derfoot. In return he springs a surprise on the two pards that gives a sudden and astonishing jolt, leads you off on an exciting trail, and makes you keen to see the finish. There are some riding stunts in this tale that fairly take your breath away. Altogether it is the sort of story that ranks as a. winner. The title is "Buffalo Bill's Blockade; or, Pawnee Bill and the Tenderfoot.' Out next week in No. 486. It's such an exciting tale, you'll be sorry if you miss it.

PAGE 30

THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. NEW YORK, August 27, 1910. TERMS TO BUPP iLo BILL STORIES MAIL 5UB5CRIB JRs. (Postage Free. ) Slagle Coples or Back Numbers, Sc. Each. B months . 650. I One year ....................... $2. 50 4 months'. ...................... 850. 2 copies one year .............. 4..(10 6 months ...................... $1.25 1 copy two years .............. 4.00 How to Send Money-By post-office or express money order, registered letter, bank chock or draft, at our risk. At your own ris k i1 sent by currency, coin, or postage stamps in ordinary lotter. Receipts-Receipt of your remittance is acknowledged by proper change of number on your labe l. If not correct you have not been properly credited, and should let us know at once. OMoNo G. SMITH, l p STREET & .SMITH, Publishers, Gaocs C. SMITH, f roprutdrs. 79-89 Seventh A venue, New York City. FOR THE CZAR. "The dispatches will fall into our hands safely enough, I tell you," said qne of a party of six Russians who were seated round the stove of a rude log cabin in Peterof, where miscellaneous sto res were sold to the peasantry. "I van is always so very sure of success," grumbled a thick set man, who sat opposite to him; "for my part, I am not so that we shall get hold of them-in spite of it s sim ,Plicity, the plot is dangerous enough, if it should fail," he add ed, for failure they all knew meant death to them or exile. 'Fail! Wait till you hand' yJur share of the rubles we are promised in return for the dispatches. Why did you j oin us in the affair if, at the first scent of danger, you must turn coward?" "I, Deloffski, a coward!" cried the second speake r, as he rose from the rough wooden bench and faced the others, cl enching his right hand angrily. "Which of you believes that?" The rest glanced up at the burly form of the R'l!ssian as he s t ood there, clad in heavy furs and great boots, whose tops r eached to his thighs, but not one of them respo nded to his implied challenge. "If you two mean to go on quarreling in this unguarded way," interposed a Finn, whose shaggy sheepskin garments seemed well in keeping with the bitter c o ld wind blowing without the cabin, "we might as well give the whole plan up." He lowered his voice as he muttered: "One would think that boys have no ears!" The Finn glanced uneasily toward the far of the log building where three boys sat, two of them engrossed, ap parently, in a game of check ers while the third, who was the son of the storekeeper, stood looking on. "Bah!" retorted Ivan, "yo u will never succeed in anything if you give way to such silly fears; the boys are too much interested in their game to listen tq us-suppose they have listened, what can they do? In an hour our plan will have succeeded, for if our spy with in Cronstadt has given us the exact time of departure, the ice yacht has just started for St. Petersburg." "Where it will not arrive quite so soon as those on board expect it t o," added one of the Russians, with a smile "In half an hour or less we must set out." Although I van had spoken so slightingly of the presence of the three boys, he turned away from his c ompanions and sauntered leisurely toward where the game of checkers was in progress. "Black wins!" he sa id encouragingly to the younger of the two players; "so I am just in time to see the end of the game!" Then, pointing to a parcel of goods already tied up, he continued: "You had best go now, perhaps you are wanted at home," No sooner were the boys outside than the elder caught his brother by the arm. "Paul," he whispered, "did you hear what was said in the store?" "Not much of it," the latter answered; "it could not be very important-the men spoke so l oud." "There you are wrongthey spoke loudly because they were on the point of quarreling. For the czar's sake, I li s tened, and this is what I learned from their long discus sion. You know that every day war i s expected to be de clared, and that both in Russia and Turkey men are said to be bribed to get information for the enemy. Cronstadt is our great fortress and the key to the Gulf of Finland-remember, it is only thirty versts from there to St. Petersburg! It is perfectly certain to me that some one w ithin the fortress has betrayed the sec ret of the dispatc,h of certain valuable papers from Cronstadt to St. Petersburg, and that these men mean to get them, to hand over for a bribe to the enemy." The younger boy glanced into tlae other's face in alarm. "What can be done?" he asked anxious ly. "It is useless to try to raise an alarm in Peterof-time is too precious for that. From a remark of Ivan's I fancy the Ru ss ian in command of the approaching ice yacht i s the confederate who has given them the particula r s c oncerning the dispatches. At all events, I van declared that the yacht would be made to sail straight for the peril or great ice crack which is said to lie halfway between here and C r onstadt. If nothing worse happens, the .runners of the yacht will sink through the rotten ice and fling all the occupants out with a jerk onto the ice field In the confu s ion the six we have heard discussing the plot will make for the spot m the small yacht which they. have ready, as you see Under P.retense of rend ering assistance they mean to get possess10n of the dispatches. As one oi them said, the plot is simple enough and it is my belief they will succeed in it unless some one wa'rns those plotted against of their danger." "Who i s to do that?" the younger ooy asked. "There is no one in Peterof who will, unless we d o," hi s brother answered. "How is it to be done?" Paul asked. "The Russians will have to start in about a quarter of an hour from here to the great ice crack. If we managed to get into ice yacI:t without being obsei;ved we could never control 1t. .The i s such a great l ug that our strength would be spent m vam. "There you are right," his brother assented; "I thought of that, but, as you say to manage the yacht between would be impo ssible." Paul glanced at the skates which hung on his brother's arm, then sa id dubiously : "Do you think, with a quarte r of an hour's start, we could outdistance the men 'f they pursued us?" Michael, the elder of the t.wo boys, who had noticed where his brother's glance rested, stood still for a minute, ponder in g over the suggestion. Then stowing away under '1: boat, which lay by the shore keel uppermost, the parcel which was carrying, he sa t down and quickly began to fasten on his skates, a movement which Paul at once L i ving at Peterof, be s i de the Gulf of Finland which is frozen over so l ong during the winter, both boys were expert skate rs. Indeed, before entering the store, they had b een disporting themselves for some time on the transparent and deep blue stretch of ice bordering the Russian village. "We can make the attempt, at all events," Michael an swered, at last, as he felt c arefully the straps of his skates. "We, had better make a detour first, in case we are watched." Side by side the two boys struck out in a direction which was at right angles to the way they intended eventually

PAGE 31

30 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. go. They had hardly taken a dozen swift curves with either skate when the form of Deloffski, the Russian, appeared at the doorway of the store, and behind him over his shoulder with difficulty, was the man known as Ivan. "There," said Ivan, with a laugh, which was meant to diEcotp.fit the other; "your head seems to be full of nothing but idle fancies; because the two boys take a turn on the ice you are foolish enough to suppose they mean mischief Let that satisfy you." 1 He pointed to the boys already far out on 'the ice, and who seemed to be making for the ice road which led in a direct l ine from Cronstadt to St. Retersburg. "If they go that y it will tare them so long that our o bject will be accomplished long l:iefore they can do us any mischief, as you are so readily inclined to suppose." .J A hunqred yards apart and marking out the boundaries of the ice track ro!?e up a long line of tall poles, painted in two colors. Halfway between the nearest of tliese and Peterqf, the boys suddenly swept round on their skates, and t hen it was Deloffski's turn to scout the other Russian's W.rds. 'Look for yourself, I van," he cried hoarsely; "the boys are making straight for Cronstadt !" Ivan thrust open wide the door of the log hut, which had partly closed upon them, as he called out to the others within: "Quick! To the yacht or we are lost!" Without stopping to question him further, the rest followed as he ran forward and leaped into the ice yacht, imme diately grasping the tiller In a few seconds the great lug was hoisted, it bellied out as the stiffish breeze which was blowing caught it, and away over the ice they went, the other five Russians sitting with their backs to windward, as the custom is, in order to balance the yacht. The heavy lug tugged at the bolt ropes till a landsman would have thought the tension more than the stout ropes sewed to the sails c ould possibly bear, as oil they sped, the steel runners ring ing on the ice as I van tacked with the utmost skill. "We shall op them yet," cried the steerer. "It is plain that we are gaining on them, and they must skate across our track ah,.ead if they mean to avoid the ice crack." "It's a chance whether or not they know where the lies," answered the Finn. "If they don't, the pair of boys will run into danger such as they little expect. Anyway, that ice crack they must not go, dead or alive," and to this remark the others without demur assented. Meanwhile the two brothers became aware of the pursuit, and r edoubled their efforts to outdistance their pursuers. On with a mad dash they went, and yet nearer, perceptibly nearer, as they glanced round from time to time, they saw the yacht looming r up with its great sail almost sweeping the i c e in front as the wind filled it. "If we only knew the whereabouts of the ice crack I shou l d be less afraid," cried Paul, as he caught the sound of Ivan's hoarse voice, which came far across the ice plain c ommanding them to stop. -"We must keep on, come what will," Michael answered him back, in a dogged manner which showed the boy's pluck and determination, two qualities for which he was well k nown among his companions in Peterof. "Remembe r pur j ourney i's for the czar!" "While you go on I will not lag behind," Paul apded, with a dash of his brother's spirit in his tone, and then without speaking more, they bent forward. Closer to them the pursuing ice yacht drew; then the elder of the two boys struck out to the left of J:he course they had taken, uttering a few words of warning to Paul as he d id so. L ook out!" he cried, "the ice crack is jus t in front. We m us t skate along till we come to the end of it." His warning came too late Try as he did to his utmo s t, Paul could not check himself in time. He twisted round, it is true, but in,4<}ing so l ost his balance, and, with his arms flung up in despair at the fate which threatened him, the boy fell over the edge of the ice into the depths below. Hearing the cry of horror which came from his brother's lips, Michael quickly turned about. Then, on his hands and knees, he cra.wled to the edgY; of the ice and l ooked down. "My hands are badly cut, I am a little bruised, that's all," cried Paul from below; "the ice is solid enough be-neath me." And, to his brother' s great joy, he stood up as well as he could on his skates. "Let down your fur coat and haul me up," the boy con 'tjnued Michael instantly flung off the garment, and by means of it managed to drag his brother onto the upper stratum of ice 7 "What an escape!" he cried, pale to his lips as he saw the lacerated state of Paul's hands. The latte r suddenly started to his feet. "Listen he cried; "we have forgotten our pursuers-they are almost upon us Come, let us dash off once Without waiting to clothe himself with the coat which he 1 had thrown off, Michael, bathed in a profuse perspiration with his exertions, struck out, and on "together they went again, wondering if it would be possible to still carry out thei r purpose after losing the few precious minutes they had, owing to Paul's accident. "Stop-stop, I say they heard Ivan shouting out from the fast-following ice ya(\ht; but no answer they returned, nor did they slacken their headlong pace. So near was the vessel that the skaters could hear the Rus sians debating what course to pursue, for the ice track was beginfiing to become roughened, and the steel runners of the yacht skidded several times. "They' are no nearer!" cried Michael encouragingly to Paul, whose strength was beginning to give way. "Keep up, keep up; for the last minute or more they have got no nearer. I fancy we are a little more ahead of them than we were." "Will you stop, I ask?" I van thundered out. For one Michael turned and glanced back at the Russian. "No!" he c ried, "that is our only reply." The Finn rose from his seat in the yacht and made his way close to where I van was at the tiller There is only one way of stopping them," he said, tap ping the of a P.air of pistols which were thrust into his sheepskin belt. "Then stop them-that way or any other; what does it matter so long as they don' t wreck the p l an we have made!" "The report may be heard a long way off; a pity it is that pistols lll)l.ke such a noise !" I van looked at him angrily. "One would think there was only a solitary man aboard the yacht," he answered, referring to himself. "Go on, I say. Shoot them both!" -
PAGE 32

T H E BILU STORIES. The two boys raised a c r y together, which they repeated as they s till dashed onward, for they were well past the extremity of the great ice crack at that moment. No response them, except that Ivan, who saw that the game was lost, hastily leveled his pistol again, but like the discomfited Finn's, his mi ss ile whistled harmlessly through the air, then deeply imbedded itself in the ice. A third time the boys uttered their warning cry. "They hear us at la st!" cried Michael joyfully, for some one leaned over the side of the yacht wl1ich. :-vas coming from Cronstadt and fluttered a handkerchief in the air. The Russians, foiled in their plot to get possession of t11e dispatches, put their yacht about and gave up the pursuit, nor were they afterward captured, so well did they manage their escape. As soon as Michael and Paul skated up to the czar's yacht they were -taken aboard, and the officers gath ered round them, listening with anxious faces as they heard from the elder boy the account of the plot and how it was frustrated. The steersman, as was ri g htl y conjectured, was implicated in the affair, for which he was imprisoned at St. Petersburg on arrival of the czar's yacht-which happened without accident of any kind. As for Michael and Paul, their bravery was handsomely rewarded by the czar in person, to whom the story was at once told. In any peasant's hut on the borders of the Gulf of Finland he who vi s its there may /hear of thi s strange adven ture and the risk the two boys ran for the czar j ust before the outbreak of the last memorable war in which Russia engaged. A PASSEN GER I N CHAINS. "'vVhen you are traveling in India you are have strange c o mpanions," said E. C. Thurber, managmg d1rec .tor of the British branch of one of the American oil co pames. "I r emem ber a night that I spent on the train going from the north of India down to Lucknow, which furnished the most uncomfortale three or four h ours of my life. "First-class coaches on the Indian railways are into compartments containing two sofas and two upper berths, which are let down at night. You furnish your own bedding. "'vVhen I got on the train I was the only foreigner on it, and I had a c o mpartment to my se lf. So at bedtime I turned in with a great deal of satisfaction, confident that I would not be disturbed. About two o'clock in the morning, as the train stopped at a junction point for the railway from the sacred city of Benares, I w as awakened by a commotion outside and a lot of shouting and screaming s uch as you hear only in India. The lamp that lighted the compartment had gone out and I was in darkness "I was .turning over with a growl at bein&' awakened when I heard the door handle creak and a voice demanded in fairly good English whether I was the only occupant of the compartment. I replied that I was, and then in the gloom a man climbed into the compartment. Then he reached out to a ss ist some object-what it was I could not make out into the car. "There was a sound like the rattling of chains. I thought at first the traveler was lifting up a big dog. whatever it was, it crept along the other side of the car, jumped upon the sofa opposite, and remained perfectly quiet. "No words passed between the man and the object, and after lying there a few minutes I began to get uncomfortable Perhaps it was a young tiger, or a big monkey, or perhaps it was some prisoner. Or perhaps---,here I remembered hav ing heard that a maniac woman had escaped somewhere in this very neighborhood a few days before. "Just as I had reached this point in my reflections the man) in whose han,ds I had noticed something long and thin, like a rifle barrel, got up. The end of the object swung very near my face as he turned it around and put it in a rack near, me, and I broke out i n a c o l d pe r spirat i on As soo n as he had taken his seat I reached up cauti o us l y and tou c hed the object, and found to my relief that it was only one of those l ong staves which the people in India use in walking. Then I tried to engage the man in conversation, bu t he answered in monosyllables. I was lying in my pajamas, and I became so uneasy that I drew on my trousers .and got u p. I asked the man whence he had come, and he rep l ied that he had just reached the jtmction on the train from Benares, which was an hour late He was so short in his replies that by the time we r ea ched the next station I had made u p my mind to get out and complain to the station maste r "So when we stopp ed, I a l ighted and found t h a t fu n cti on ary, who at my request turned his lantern into the ca r riage but I could n ot see the object on the farther berth. "Is it customary to allow prisoners to travel in first car riage ?" I demantlecl. "'Sahib, I know the gentleman,' he rep l ied, 'and he has no prisoner.' I wa s not satisfie d with the guard's rep l y and insisted upon his turnin g the lantern into the compai:tment again. At thi s the Hindu in s ide, who had been dozing, a r ose and came out upon the platform. He exchanged some words in Hindustani with the station master, and then he turned to me. "'Sir, it is my wife that I have traveling wi t h me,' he said. "Well, I wondered what a man was doing dragging h is wife ab o ut with him by a chain, for the rattling continued at intervals, so I decided to remain up, and began to smoke. ''The traveler thawed after his explanation, and I foun d him a .i.rerv intellectual man. He gave me tnlch information about northern India. Suddenly he asked me whethe r I belonged to the craft, and upon my replying that I did, h e informed me that he was master of his lodge. "As daylight approached I would cast an inquiring l ook in the direction of the other occupant of the compartment. When it got light I found to my surprise that the woman, who se face was heavily veiled, was swathed in a beautifu l silk robe. She wore sanda l s and as I glanced at them I dis covered that what had aroused my ala rm was a multitude of anklets and bracelets. "It is the custom in India for a man to sh o w affection for his wife by loading her with such trinkets, and that particu lar Hindu more devotion in that way than any other I ever came across. He clid not introduce her to me, nor did he a single word to her while they were in the car. He had violated the road's rules by bringing his wife into the compartment, but knowing I was no.t ;/. Hindu he thought I would not object. The following day I l earned that he was the chief government audito r for the r ailways of 'that distr ict. EXC EEDINGLY CAUTIOUS. A gentleman 011ce told a strange story one t h a t like so many other true stories, was difficult to bel i eve. His aucljtors showed by thei r manners that they doubted and so he appealed t o another gent l eman w h o had been present at the time to c onfirm the truth of his statement To his amazement, this man replied stiffiy, and said : "I that I do not rem.en)ber the cir cu ms t a nc e s t o which you allude." 1 The day both these persons met, and the fir s t gentle -man said: "But can't fOU really remember t hose extraordi n ary c i r cumstances?" "Oh, yes," replied the second "Then why the dickens did you say you didn't, when I asked you about them before?" inquired Mr. O ne nantly. "Ah!" repl ied M r Two I saw that t he c omp any, a ll of them, took Y'fU a liar, and I wasn't going to be t a ke n for anothe!: I"

PAGE 33

1FLATESTISSUES-.m TIP TOP WEEKLY The most p_opula r publi c ation for bo ys The a d ventures of Frank and Dick Merriwell can be had only in this weekly High art colored covers Thirty.two pages. Price, 5 cents. ll35-F rank Merriwell, Prince of the Rope; or, The King Bee from Kinknot. 742-Dick a t Fores t Lak e ; or, --rhe of Flume Rivej. J Merriwell, Captain of the Varsity; or, Game to the Last. 743-Dick il'I CC!lurt; or, Judge Grimm of Grumblestone, V37 Dick Merriwell's Control; or, The Man on the Bench. f38-Dick Merriwell's B ack Stop; or, The Result of Bad Habits. '-'39=D ick Merriwell's Masked Enemy; or, The Man With the 744-Dick Merriwell's Silence; or, The Shadow of the Past. 7457Dick Merriwell's Dog; or, Faithful to the Last. Scar 746--Dick Merriwell's Subterfuge; or, The Tussle with the Topnotchers. M_40--Dick Merriwell's Motor Car; or, The Wizard 0f the Road. [Ml:.,,.Dick Merriwell's Hot Pursuit; or, Running Down the Kid n a ppers. 747-Dick Merriwell's El'ligma; or, The Mystery of Mermaid Island. NICK CARTER WEEKLY The b es t d ete ctive stori es on earth. Nick Carter's. e x p l oits are re a d the world o v er. High art colored eovers. Thirty-two big pages. Price, 5 cents. I 698---The Master Crook's Match; or, Nick Carter on His Mettle. 7o6--A Million-dollar Ransom; or, Nick Carter's Bathhouse 699-The Man Who Vanished; or, Nick Carter's Craftiest Foe : Tragedy. 700-The Garnet Gauntlet; or, Nick Carter Pierces a Double 707-Rogues of the Air; or, Nick Carter's Helicopter Clue. Mystery. 7o8-The Tightening Coil; or, Nick Carter Outpointing Master 701-The Silver-hair Mystery; or, Nick Carter's Shadowy Clue Rogues. 702-The Cloak of Guilt; or, Nick Carter in the Snare of His 709-The Bolt from the Blue; or, Nick Carter and the Dream .Double. Stone. 703-A Battle for a Million; o r Nick Carter's Master Device. 71Q.,.-The Stockbridge Affair; or, Nick Carter's Quick Detective 704 -Written in Red; or, Nick Carter's Clever Subterfug e Work. 705-The Collodion S tain; or, Nick Carter Cracking a Hard 7u-A Slecret from the Past; or, Nick ,Carter's Treasure-va ult N u t. DIAMOND DICK WEEKLY The heroes of the stori es J2.U blishe d i n this weekly a r e dear to the hearts o f 60, 000 b oy s. Diamond Dick is a. splendid W estern characte r. High art colored cove r s. Thirty-two big pages. Price, 5 cents. 7u-Diamond Dick's Valor; "'o r The Boys of Gordon Gulch. 718-Diamond Dick's Mill Mystery; or, Handsome Harry's 712-Diamond Dick's Derelict; or, The Outcast of the Ozark. Bugaboo. 713-Diamond Dick's Cleve r Play ; or, Savin& a Fort une to a 71g-Diamond Dick's Marvelous Capture; or, The Hounding of Young Aeronaut Gil fl4-Diamond Dick's Dory; o r T rolling fo r a Tarfir. 720-Diamond Dick's Lightning Feat; or, Handsome Harry r;r15-Di amond D i ck's or, The Mys t ery ol Handsome and t h e Golden Treasure. H arry 716--Diam ond Dick's Aust r alian Pard; or, The Cattle Queen 721-Diamond Dick's Trail; o r The Fall of Red of D o u ble-S Ranch. Radigan. 717-.Dia m ond Dick's Triple Play; or, Baffling the Foes of Uncle 722-Diamond Dick's D angerous Duty; or, The Million-dolla r .Sam. Mystery For ale by all news dealer s or will b e sent to any aJJreas on recelpt ol prlc S c ents p e r copy i n money or postage atampa," by STREET & SMITH, Publishers, 79-$_ Seventh Avenue, New York IF You WANT ANY BACK NUMBERS of our Weeklies and cannot procure them from your newsdealer, they can be o btained from this office direct. Fill out the followmg Order Blank and send it to ua with thepr!co of the Weeklies you w ant and we will send them to you by return mail. POSTAGE STAMPS TAKEN TH&SAME A S MONEY 1 STREET & SMITH, '19-89 Seventh Avenue New York Ci ty. .............. 190 Dear Sira : Enclosed please fi.nJ ... .. .. cent for which end me: ; TIP TOP Nos .................. .. .,... BUFFALO BILL STORIES, Nos ................ : .............. NICK CARTER WEEKLY, . . . . . . . BRAVE AND BOLD WEEKLY," ............................... DIAMOND DICK WEEKLY, '' a ., "" .,, '. I Name Strt ...... . . ....... Stato II

PAGE 34

BUFFALO Bill STORIES ISSUED EVERY TUESDAY BEAUTIFUL COLORED COVERS There is no need of our t elli ng A m e r i can read e r s how inter e sting the stor i e s of the ad ventures of Buff alo Bill, as scout and plains m an, really are. These stories have been read e x clusively in t h is weekly for many years, and are voted to be masterpieces dealing wit h Western adventure. Buff a lo Bill is more popul ar to day than he e ve r was and, consequently, everybody ought to know all there is to know about him. In no manner can y ou become s o thoroughly acquainted w i th the a ctual habits and l ife of this gre at ma n, as b y r ea di n g the BUFFALO BILL STORIES. We give h e rewith a list of all of t h e back numbers in p rint. You can have your news-dealer order them or the y will b e s e nt d i rect by the publishers to any a ddress upon receipt of the price i n mone y or postage-stamps. 245 Buft'al o Rilrs Los t Quarr y ......... 5 358-Bull'al o Blll Among tbe Pueblos ..... 5 :!r10Bull'alo Bill on a Long Hunt. ....... 5 359-Buft'alo Bill"s l'our-footed Parcls .... 5 252 B u ft'alo Bill and .be R edskin Wizard 5 360 B p 5 253Bull'alo Bill"s Bol d Challenge ....... 5 ull' a lo Bills rotege. :!54-Bull'alo Biirs Shawnee Stampede .... 5 362-Bull'alo Bill's Pick-up .............. 5 206-Butfalo Bill on a D esert Trail. ..... 5 363-BuffaJo Bill's Quest ............ ..... Bill In 'igbt Qu arters . .... 5 364-Bull'alo Bill's W aif of P l ains .... 5 :!64-Buft'alo Bill and the Bandits in Blac k 5 366-Bufl'.alo Bill Among tbe Mormons .... 5 :!6 7-Buft'alo Bill in tbe Canyon of 5 367 -Bufl'.a lo Bill's Assistance ............ 5 :169-Buft'alo Bill and the Robb e r Ranc h 368-Buft'alo Bilrs Rattlesuake Trail .... 5 King 5 369 B w I B"ll d ti SI D I 5 272 Buft'alo Bill" s Du sky Trailers ....... 5 Ulla o an 1e ave-e a crs . 27a-Bull'alo Bill" s Diamond Mine ....... 5 370-Bull' n lo Biirs Strong Arm ... . ..... 5 274-Buft'alo Bill and the Pawnee Serpent 5 Bill"s Git'J. Pard ............ 5 275 Buft'alo Biirs Scarl e t Hand.... .... 5 372-Bull'alo Bill"s Iron Bracelets ... : .... 5 278-Bull'alo Bill's Daring P lunge ........ 5 373'--Bnft'alo Bill's Ranc h Riders ......... 5 280Bufl'.alo Bill" s Ghost Ra i d ......... 5 374-Buffalo BIIrs Jade Amulet ......... 5 Up a Stump. 5 375-Bull'alo Bill's Magic La1 ln t ......... 5 g 377-Bufialo Biirs Bri. d ge of Fire ........ 5 288-Bufl'.alo Bil r s Dance of D eath ...... 5 378-Bull'alo Bill's Bowie . . . . . . . 5 292-Buffalo Bill's M edicine-lodge ........ 5 379-Buffalo Bill's Pay-streak .......... 5 293 -Buffal o Bill in P eril. .......... .... 5 380-Buffalo Bill's Mine ... ............ 5 298B u ffa l o Bill"s Black Eagles ......... 5 381 B 11'falo Bill's C!nrn up !i 2!\9-Bu ffa l o Bill's D es p erate Doz e n ...... 5 305-Buffalo Bill and tbe Barge Bandits. 5 382-Bu ffalo Bill's Ruse. ........ 5 306-Buffal o Bill. tbe Desert Hotspur .. .. 5 383-Buft'nlo Bill 0Y e rb.oard ............. 5 308-,-Buffal o B il rs Whirlwind Chase .. ... 5 384-Bu ffalo B i ll"s !ling ......... .... ... 5 30!l-Buffalo Bill' s R e d R etribi1tion ...... 5 385-Buft'alo Bill's Big Contract. ........ [i :HO-Buffalo Bill Haunte d .......... .... 5 386-Bu ft'alo Blll and Calamity Jane. . . 5 312-Bn ffalo Bil rs Death Jump .......... 5 387-Buft'alo Bill's KM Pard ........ . 5 425-Buft'alo Bill's Balloon EscapP ....... ;; 4:.!6-Bulfal o Bill and the Guerrillas ... : . ;; 427-Bulfalo Bill's Bqrcler War: ........ 5 428-Bift'alo Bill's M e xican Mix-up. . . . :; 4:10-Buffal o Bill and the Gamecock ..... :; 130-Bufl'aio Bill and tbe CheyennP Raiders ;; 431-Buffalo Bill's Whirlwind Finish. . . 5 432-Buft'alo Bill's Santa Fe Secnt. ..... 5 433-Bufl'alo Bill and the Taos Tcnor .... i'i 434-Buffalo Bil r s Bracelet of Gold ...... 5 435-Buffa l o Bill and :tb e Border Bnrnn ... ;; 436-Buffal o Bill at Salt Rive r Ranc h .... 5 437Buft'alo Bill's Panhandle Man-bunt .. 5 438-Bull'a l o Bill at Blossom Range ...... 5 430-Buffulo Bill and Junipe r Joe ... .... 5 440-Buffal o Bill" s Final Scoop ........ :) 441-Buft'alo Bill at \...learwate r . ........ 5 442Buft'a l o Bill's Wi:rning Hand ....... 5 443-Baffalo Bill" Cinch Claim ........ .. 5 444-Buffal o Bill" s Comrades ............. 5 445-Buffal o Bill In tbc Bad Lands ..... 5 446-Buffal o Bill and the Boy Bugl e r .... 5 447Buft'a l o Biil aucl the Heathe n Chince. 5 448-Buffalo Bill and the Chink War .... 5 440Bufl'.a l o Bilrs Chinese Chase ........ 5 450-Buffal o Bill's Secre t Message. . . . 5 451-Buffalo Bill and tbe Horde or Her314-Bu ffalo Bill in tbe .Jaws of Death. . 5 315-Bu ffa l o Bill" s Aztec R u n n ers ...... 5 388-Buffalo Biirs Despe rate P light. .... 5 mosa ......... ... ... .......... 5 316-Bu ffa l o Biirs Dance with Death ..... 5 '!89-Buffalo Bill' s Fearless Stand ....... 5 452-Buffal o Bill's Lonesome Trail ....... ii 31!)-Buffal o B!Irs Mazeppa Ride ........ ;:; Bill and 1h e Y elping Cre w ... 5 Bllrs Qua1ry ............... 5 321-Buft'nl o Bi ll's Gypsy Ban d ... ....... 5 391-Buffalo B 1ll's G uiding Hand ........ 5 454-Buffal o B iil In D eadwood .. : ........ 5 324-Buffal o Bill' s Go l d Hunters .... ..... 5 192Bnft'a l o Bill's Queer Quest .......... 5 4a5-Buft'al o B!ll's First Aid ............ 5 325-Bu ft'alo B ill in O l d Mexico .... ..... 5 3!l3-Bu lfa l o Bl1l's Prize "Getawn)"' ...... 5 456-Buffal o Bill and Old l\foonjlgbt ...... 5 326--Buft'al o Bill"s Message from tbe D ead 5 3 !\ 4 -Bu'alo Bill's Hustl e ..... 4'-7 Buffal o Bill R epaid 327-Buffalo B iil a n d the Wolf-master ... 5 ll v 328-Buft'al o Bllrs F lying Wonder ...... 5 395-Bnlfal o Bl1l's Star Play ........... 5 4ri8 -Bulfal o Bltrs Throwback ........... 5 329-Buffalo Bill' s Hidden Gold ..... ... 5 396-Buft'alo Bl1l's Bluft' .......... ..... r. 450 Buft'a l o Bill's "Sight Unsee n ...... 5 330-Buffalo Bill"s Outlaw Trail. ....... 5 3!l 7-Bn ll'a l o Bill's T rackers ............. !i 460Buft'a l o Bllrs N e w Pard ... ......... 5 331-Buffnl o Bill and the Indian Quee n ... 5 3!}8-Full'nl o R ill's Dutch Pard .......... 5 461 -Buffal o Bill' s "Winged Victory" . ... 5 332-Buffalo Bill and tbP Mad Marau d e r .. 5 399-Buffal o Bill and the Bravo ... ...... 5 462Buft'a l o Bilrs Pieces-of-Eight ........ 5 333-Bnffalo Bill's I ce Barricade ... ... 5 400B u ll'a l o Bill and t h e Q uakP r ....... r, 463-Buffal o Bill and tbe Eight Vaqueros 5 334-Buffnlo Bill and the Robber E l k ..... 5 401-Buft'n l o Bill's Package of DPnt b ..... 5 464-Bulfal o B!ll's Unlucky Siesta ....... 5 335-Buffal o Bilrs G host Dance ......... 5 402-Ruffnl o Bill's Treasure Cache . ..... 5 465-Bnffal o B ill's Apache Clue .......... 5 336-ButfaJ o Bill's Peace-pipe ........... 5 4 0::t-Rn ffn l o Bill's P rivate War .......... 5 466-Bu ffa l o B ill and the Apache .. 5 337-Buffnlo Bill's R e d Nemesis ... ...... 5 404 B i lfa l o Bill and the Trou b l P nnnte r .l) 467Buffa l o Bill's Go l d e n Wonder ....... 5 338-Buft'alo Bill's Enchanted Mesa ..... 5 405Bnll'alo R111 and the Rope Wlzn r d .. 5 468-Buffnl o Blll" s Fiesta Night ......... 5 3:l9--Buffa lo Bill i n the Desert of Death . 5 406-Rnff'nl o B ill's Fiesta. . . . . . . . 5 460-Buffalo Blll and the Hatche t Boys. 5 340-Buffnl o Bill's Pay Streak ........... 5 .407-Rnft'nlo Blll Amo n g the Che y ennes . 5 470-Buffalo Bill and the Mining Shark . 5 341-Buffnl o Bill on D etached Duty ...... 5 40R-Rnffnl o Rill BPsiege d ............... 5 471-Buffalo Bill and the Cattle Barons ... 5 342-Buffnl o Bill"s Al'm Myste r y .... ... 5 Rill ancl the R4?d Hnnr l ...... !i 412-Buffalo Bill's Long Odds ........... 5 343-B1JffnJo R ill's Surprise Party ....... 5 410-Bn ffn l o Btll's Tre('-trunk Drift. ..... 5 473-Buffal o Bill the P e a cemake r ....... 5 344-Buffnl o Bill's Great Ride .......... 5 411 Bull'a l o B111 and the Specte r ........ i'i 474-Buffal o Bill's Promise to Pay ..... ,. 5 345-Buffal o Bill's Water Trail. ......... 5 412B uft'nl o Blll a n d tbe R e d Feath ers ... n 475-Bufl'al o Blll's Diamond Hitch ....... 5 346-Buffalo Bill's Ordeal of Fir e ........ 5 413Butl'a l o Bill's King Stroke .. ........ El 476-Buffal o Bill and the r bcel of Fate .. 5 348-Bnll'al o Bill's Casket of P earls .... . 5 414-Bnft'nlo Bill, the Desert Cyc lone ..... ;; 4H-Buft'al o Bill and the Pool of l\Iystery 5 349-Buffnl o B!Irs i:lky Pilot ............ 5 415-Buffal o Bill's Cumbres Scouts ....... 5 478-Buffal o Bill and the D ese r t e r ....... 5 350-Buffalo Bill's "Totem" ............. 5 416-Buffalo Bill and the Man-wolf ..... i'i 479-Bufl'alo Bill's Island In the Air ...... 5 351-Buffal o BIH"s Flat-boat Drift ... ... 5 417-Buffnlo Blll and His Winge d Para .. r. 4RO-Buft'al o Biii. Town Marshal. ....... : 5 352-Buff.alo Rill on Deck ........ ...... 5 418-Buffnlo Blll at Babylon Bar ........ 5 4 8l-Buffal o Bill's Ultimatum . ........ ;; ::l53-B,1ffnlo Bill and the Bronco Buster . 5 419-Buft'aro Bill's Long Arm ............ 5 4R2-Buft'alo Bill's Test .......... ...... 5 354-Buft'alo Ri ll's Great Round-U"p ...... 5 421-Buft'alo Bill's Arm P ard ...... 5 4R::l-Buffalo Bill and the Ponca Raiders,, ii 355-Buffalo Rill" s Pledge ............. 5 422-Buffnlo Bill's Aztec Gulde ......... 5 484-Buft'alo Bill"s Boldest Stroke ...... :. 5 356-Buft'alo Riirs Co wbo:v Pa rd ........ 5 423-Bnffnlo Bill and Little Firefly ..... r. 485-Buffalo Bill" s Enli;ma ........ ... ; : 5 357-Buffalo Bill and the Emigrants ...... 5 424-Buffalo Bill in the Aztec City ...... 5 486-Bufl'alo Bilrs Blockade ............ !'i If yo u wan t any b ack numbers of o u r we e k lie s a n d cannot procure t h e m from your news d e aler, they ca n be obtained direct from thi s office. Postage stamps taken the same as money. STREET & SMITH, PUBLISHERS, 79 SEVENTH AVENUE, NEW YORK CITY


printinsert_linkshareget_appmore_horiz

Download Options [CUSTOM IMAGE]

close
Choose Size
Choose file type

Cite this item close

APA

Cras ut cursus ante, a fringilla nunc. Mauris lorem nunc, cursus sit amet enim ac, vehicula vestibulum mi. Mauris viverra nisl vel enim faucibus porta. Praesent sit amet ornare diam, non finibus nulla.

MLA

Cras efficitur magna et sapien varius, luctus ullamcorper dolor convallis. Orci varius natoque penatibus et magnis dis parturient montes, nascetur ridiculus mus. Fusce sit amet justo ut erat laoreet congue sed a ante.

CHICAGO

Phasellus ornare in augue eu imperdiet. Donec malesuada sapien ante, at vehicula orci tempor molestie. Proin vitae urna elit. Pellentesque vitae nisi et diam euismod malesuada aliquet non erat.

WIKIPEDIA

Nunc fringilla dolor ut dictum placerat. Proin ac neque rutrum, consectetur ligula id, laoreet ligula. Nulla lorem massa, consectetur vitae consequat in, lobortis at dolor. Nunc sed leo odio.