Buffalo Bill and the Ke-week totem, or, Pawnee Bill's blacksnake magic


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Buffalo Bill and the Ke-week totem, or, Pawnee Bill's blacksnake magic

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Pawnee Bill, thrusting his body through the window, ; was just in time with his ...---blacksnake whip to balk the half-breed. Buffalo Bill still ..------:, ,,. sat staring at t h e totem. CENT-'

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I . A WEEKLY PUBUCATIO UFE Issued Weekly. By su!JscriJtwn f2.W Jer year. Entered'" Matter at the N. Y. P"st Office, {Jy S TREET & SHITH, 79-89 Seventh Ave., N. Y. {Jy STREET & 511'.ITH. No. 4 9 t NEW YORK, October 8, 191 .0. Price Five Cents. t Buffalo Bill anclthe ,Ke=week Totem; .'l OR, PAWNEE BILL'S BLACKSNAKE MAGIC I By the author of "BUFF ALO BILL" CHAPTER L THE HOCUS-POCUS. !" H o w yours eluf V illum v o n S c hnitzenhauser, Buffalo Bill's Dutch pard, w a s carrying a me ss age for the king of s cout s He had six mile s to go and had been told to s ee how quickly he could cover the di s tance. A mounted man had hailed the baron with the usual Indian greeting. The baron simply returned the greet ing and tri e d to spur on. To hi s surpri s e he found the w ay blocked by a hor s e and rider right-angled across the road. Toofer, the baron's mule alway s ready t o take a re s t when the b a ron wa s in a hurry-immediately sat down and wagged hi s ears contentedly. The baron, in quite a s tate of mind, looked between the mule's ears at the hors e and rid e r forming the blockade. The man looked like a haif-blood. He was bare headed, his hair was long, and there was a black braid hanging dewn in front of each ear. The upper part of his body was covered with a flannel shirt, and .his lower extremities were clad in buckskin leggings and mocca sins. Around his w a i s t was a belt supporting a knife sheath, but nothing e lse in the way of weapon s _, "Vat der plazes i s s d e r madder mit yorl" demanded the baron. "Me want um palaver," was the answer I don'd got" some time to make any palaverings," 'Shapped the baron. 1' I go mit a ledder from Puffalo Pill to Ropinson der marshal, und I vas in a pigger rush as I can tell. Ged oudt oof der vay." The half-breed's eye s were crafty; and there wa s that in the baron's word s which caused the crafty to light up ominously. "Mebbeso you got um tobac' ?'1 the half-brd in quired, making no move to clear the way. "Ach," snorted the baron, "you make me so madt I can't see shtraight !" With that, he ; tried to ride around the half-breed. The latter, urging his cayuse managed to keep the animal crosswise of the baron's path. "Me wan t um palaver, want um tobac'," insisted the fellow. The baron, his patience gone, ]erked a revolver from his belt and l eveled it between the mule s ears. I foo l e n ough mit you-!" he snapped "Ged oudt oof der vay oder I. vill put you oudt oof der vay. I peen some fir e eaters ven my madt iss oop. For vy don'd you go by Kingfisher und puy topac' oof you vant it so A grim smile flickered across the half-breed's face as he looked into the muzzle of the baron 's revolver. Slowl y right hand lifted to the breast of his shirt.

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, THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "None oof dot, p y shin k s roare d the baron. "Oof you got a gun d c re you pull dot gun und den dere iss firevorks, only I mad e der firevork s fairst. Shtop vile you vas aple !" "No got um gun," was the calm an s w e r. "Make t.Ul1. watch while me s how um Dutch chief fine totem." The baron pricked up hi s e a r s at th a t word "totem." He was tremendou s ly int e re s ted in charrr1 s f e tiches, and totems. Anything in t h e luck-producing, or trouble making line had a big appeal to him. With hawklike :vigilance he watched the half-breed while the1 right hand drew the totem fro m the breas t of the s hirt. The t o tem wa s wrapped in a s oiled white cloth. This cloth r ep1ove d, the half-bre e d s tretched out the totem toward the baro n, balanced on the palm of his right hand . . The baron gave a gasp. Certainly -it .was the. str-ange s t totem h e had ever s een. It wa s an imag e carved from red pipe s tone, and measure d apout six inches in height. It re_p,re s ented an Indian warrior, .tailor fq s hion, with arm;; fold e d ( but, in s tead of a human head, the image had the .head a bull buffalo. _The, beady eyes of the ex-: erted a weird influence over the baron, and s ent a de: lightful tingling s en s ation along his nerve s ,: "Him Ke-week, Injun god," e xplained the h a lf-breed, watching th e baron's fa c e narrowly. .'. 'Vat i ss it go o t for, hey?" the baron inquired. big medicine Make um hocus-pocus. You like um totems m?-ke u m hocus-pocus.?" 1 1 . ,,, I haf some gurio s ity for sooch t'irlg s yah, I you breath e d the baro n, his fa s cinated eyes olinging to the 'feird image as th o ugh glued there "Mebbeso you buy um Ke-week from breed, huh?" With a effort the baron tore his glance away from the uncanny object. "I like dot Ke-veek t'ing fine !" he exclaimed, passing a hand acro s s his yes. He was a little dazed, and wh o lly unable to account for the odd bewilderme i 1t of hi s s en s es. "Vere you get dot?" he a s keq. ".I git um from Pawnee Injun. Ke-week hi1n big medicine totem for Pawnee s Me half Paw nee, half Mexican )' ou. um huh?" "How m ooch I gif you for dot?" went on the baron, thrusting his revolver back into hi s b e lt. He noticed that. the half-breed was careful to keep the b(j._ady. eyes 'of aimed away from him. "mw much you give?" returne d the breed. The baron pulled a bag of smoking_ tobacco from his pocket. "Dot's all der topacco I got mit me," said he. "Buenos! I take the tobac', Dutch chi e f take um totem." The baron was delighted. He had thought that he would have to give boot in the way of what m o ney he possessed; and so a h o ld h a d take n on him that he would have b a rtered the clothes on his back, if nece s sary, in order to secure the inhge. "Dere y o u va s I he cried, and to1>sed the tobacco pouch to the half-breed and snatche<;l the totem out of bis hand. "Go 'vay mit y_ourseluf now, und let me trafel vere I am going. i say to you a long time ago dot I vas in a hurry." ". With a queer look his bronzed face, the half-breed backed hi s cayu s e to the s ide of the trail, and the b a ron set spurs to i1is mount. He wa s in an exultant mood a s he galloped onward "Dis is der gre atest t'ing vat ef er habbened mi t m e he chuckled. "Dere vas den cends vort' oo f top acca in dot pag, und I ged me for dot dis fine Ke-veek pitzne ss vat makes der ho c u s -pocu s !" y'; Resting hi s hand s on his saddle horn he looked into the beady orbs of the totem. "Vat funny tingling sensations I g e d from der t'ing," he fluttered "Schus t to look at Ke-veek in der e y e makes me feel like I va s s chvi h 1ming in d e r air,. mit Fourt' oof July celebrations peginning all around t. Yah, I bed you, dere is hocus-po c u s e s about Ke-ve ek." As b fore, the baron found it almo s t imp oss ible t o ieJ:P.Qve -his e y e s from the Pawnee idol. He did n o t at teri1pt to withdraw hi s attention frori1 the carved pip e stone jmag e but continued to stare into the beady eye s corting the delightful sensations the eyes in spire d and wi s hing to s ee where the sensations would land him. Toof er, urged on 1?y neith e r word nor. spur, s l owed c.on entedly down into a walk; the walk dwindl e d into a snail's pace, and then ceas e d altog e ther. The baron his starting eyes fixed on the eyes of Ke-week, forgo t the importance of his mi ss ion, forgot where he was and .What he was d o ing..Lin s h ort, forgo t anything a n d everything even r e motely c o nnected with hi s present situation. Fro m f o rgetting thing s, hi s miijd gradually dropped irito a'. h,iatu s foll o'f oblivio n s la s hed 'through with forke d flas h es a s o f lightning. From his appearance, he might have been a s le e p in saddle, exc ept that he did not nod or b e come u n steady. His form w a s a s erect a s e ver-; and his t wo hands o'1 the h orn h e ld the tqte m the e y e s of the buffalo head lo o king into hi s own. . How long the trance 1ast e d the baro n had no me a n s of knowing. Gradually he emerg e d fro m the fie ry sp ell and, for a s pace, fell to figuring out where h e wa s a n d what had happ ened to him. ( He tTe a1ized pre-sent1y t h a t he wa s in hi s s addle an d on T oo fe l s back. T oo fer was at th e trails ide nibbl i ng c o mfortably at the t o p s of s om e bu s he s . I vonder vy i s s di s ," mus ed the baro n "For vy am I h e re und n o t in Kingfi s h e r by d e r h o d e l ? Link by link: he pi c k e d up the chain of e vents s o my s teriou s ly lo s t. Buffalo Bill had s ent him, that morning, with a l e tter to :Robin s on, the United States mars hal. Al so the scout had reque s t e d tire baron to e e how quickly h e could d e liver the letter. .. This b e ing the ca s e, why wa s the baron loitering o n thewcy? The mind Wits logy and needed the spur of his will to s tir it into action; but his will had b ee n stripped of its power an
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.. THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 3 Not only were his guns missing, but also some nine dollars in silver which he had had irt his pocket; and a silver match case, a dirk knife with a stag handle, his brier pipe and-the letter Buffalo Bill had given him to carry to Marshal Robinson Right then and there the baron almost went in'to an other trance. He couldn't understand the hocus-pocus at all, but he did understand that, because of it, he had been robbed. He dropped his e y es iP tlte dust of the trail. There was a clutter of tracH a11 around him, and, among them, he saw the prints of a pair of mo ccasins The half-breed, by means of totem, had \ worked a spell of some sort; and, while the baron was in the spell, the h:ilf-breed had taken the totem, and also -what was of infinitely more Bill's letter to the marshal. The baron 's b e wilderment gave way to a hollow groan, and he drooped lim ply over his saddle horn. . CHAPTER II. HOCUS-POCUS NO. 2. It chanced that, at about this time, old Nick Nomad, Buffalo Bill's trapper pard, loping in from the Cimar ron to Kingfisher, stopped at Robinson's ranch. Nomad had gone to the Cimarron to collect the sum of five hundred dollars for Pawnee Bill. Hehad been entirely successful and was returning-with the money, all in gold, tied up in a canvas bag. The Cheyenne and Arapahoe country had just been opened to settlement, and the prince ofthe bowie had been called unexpectedly to look after some business iaterests in the newly platted town of W atona. There was nothing urgent about the tbllection of the debt from the man on the Cimarron, but the old trapper was restive and wanted something to do, so Pawnee Bill had com missioned him to ride north and get the money. Pawnee Bill left Kingfisher, riding east, at the same time old Nomad left the town, riding north. Little Ca yuse, the scout's Piute pard, had departed for the Was hita the day before to hbld a potlatch with some Indian friends, so that only Buffalo Bill and the baron had been left in Kingfisher. Robin s on's wife and children, in the late f0reno9n, when Nomad halted at the ranch, were away fr6m home, spending a few djYs with relatives in Reno. Robinson, howe.ve,r, happened to be at .ithe house and he insisted that the trapper get down, put out his horse and stop a while. "It's so darned lonesome here, since the wife and the kids went away," said Robinson, "that I hardly know what to do with myself. I've got to powwow with s'bmebody, and you have happened along at just the right time." The scout and his pards had become acquainted with Robinson during the exciting days that had preceded the "run" into the Res ervation. _He was a game officer and had done much, in his time, uphold the law a country that had been particularly lawless. Nomad cared for his hor s e and then, with his iing ling bag of g old, joined Robin s on in the shade of a cottonwood that grew in the ranch-house door. Two lazy-back canvas chairs stood at either side of a / small table. In convenient reach from the chairs was a )ox of cigars. Here was solid comfort, and the old trapper was soon availing himself of it. From a general discussion of the recent "run" the talk flowed into more specific channels. "Buffalo Bill, Pawnee Bill, and th<: rest of you fel lows," remarke<1 the marshal, "have been mighty busy since you hit these parts. Tex Rankin and his sooners gave you a lot of trouble." "Waugh!" grunted Nomad deprecatingly, "they give us plenty o' trouble, but nothin' more'n we could manage with one hand tied behind our backs. They was small fry desperadoes, them .Texas hombres." "The killing of Lon Romney--" "Thar was a lot erbout thet, pard, thet kept us guess in' fer a spell, but Pard Buffler's eighteen-carat head piece wasn't long steerin' us on the right track. Fust off, we captered Tex Rankin an' sent him ter the fort. Then Rankin's jhree men_,_ Red Jennings, Ba;ter, an' Lenaway, busted loose from the milingtary, down on the Washita, an' fer quite a spell we had doin s.* But all four o' the gang aire now in the hands o' the author ities. we've worked clean through our boomer trick an' aire ready ter shake the dust from our feet an' hike fer other parts." . took Tex Rankin to Fort Smith," saia Robmson. "Heard about that, didn't you?" "Never heerd a word erbout et. I recko et don't make much diff'rence, noways. He wiped out Jack Hotchkiss, one o' yore brother marshals, an' he's bounci ter git his gruel. When was he took ter Smith?" "They started with him a couple of days ago. Strange you fellows didn't get word about it at Kingfisher." "W aal, we didn't. Reckon must hev kept et dark fer some reason." Just at this point a rode up to the front of the house, dismounted, looped his bridle around the hitching pole and shuffled toward the two under the cottonwood. "Wonder what that breed wants with remarked Robinson, watching the approaching stranger with speculative eyes. ..>--"You sell um half-breed grub, huh?" inquired the stranger, halting c;lose to the marshal. "Go on to town and get your grub," answered Robin son. "I haven't any more here than I cart eat, anyway." Nomc;td's bag of g p ld was lying on the table. He pulled it closer toward him. The bag jingled, and the half-breed's eyes alighted on it for just the fraction of a moment. "Mebbeso you like to buy um totem?" queried the stranger. .. Nomad began to display a little interest, at that. "Totem?" he repeated, sitting up in his canvas chair. "Buffleran' me hev run onter a .good many diff'rent kinds o' fool totems, an' I'm allers kinder cur'ous when I hear about 'em." "They're fool things', all right, Nomad," declared the marshal, "and ip.ake a hit with superstitious redskins even if they don't civilized whites." Already the half-breed was removing the cloth wrapped totem from the breast of his flannel shirt. "Where are you from?" asked Robinson. These "
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"' 4 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "All same Kiowa country," was the answer. "Where did you get your totem?" "Him Pawnee totem." The cloth dropped away and the s quatting warrior, with the buffalo head, was revealed. The half-breed set the image on the table in such a way that each of the white men could look at the beady eyes. Old Nomad reached out hi s hand to take the image, but the harni dropped to the table edge. Staring intently, he leaned forward. On the other s ide of the table, Robin s on wa s likewi s e peering fixedly at the image. 1 "Him Ke-week, all same buff alo g o d ," muttured the half-breed. "Watch um eyes. Bumb y y o u s ee um make lightning. Him heap big medidne you bet." "Sufferin' catermounts !" muttered the old trapper, his jaw falling and his face r e laxing a s his eye s grew wider and wijer. "Wouldn't thet infernal thing je s t nacherly rattle yore spurs? Thar's somethin' erbout et thet I no cumtux. i "Tak the fiendish thing away!" ground out Robinson, but without shifting his gaze or his position. "Watch um eyes," repeated the half-breed. Bumby you see um make lightning. Him big medicine The half-br e ed began to chapt something in a l q w voice. It "{as. a weird chant and threw a glamour of the occult ,over the two r white men. "I'll be dashed if I like this!" cried Robinson. Whether he liked it or not, he continued to stare at the beady orbs of the buffalo head. "I ain't used ter the kind o' f eelin' thet's com in' over me," mumbled the old trapper, "but I reckon I never yit run away from er fool thing like er totem. Le's watch ther pizen thing an' 5'!e ef ther lightnin' ralely comes." "Seems as though I c_ould see sparks already," ob served the marshal. "We're civilized whites, parcl an' we ain't afeared o' these fool charm s o' the Injuns," "I'm not afraid of it, no; but s till I d o n t )ike the sens a tion that's creeping over me. Of course, Nomad, it's only our imagination. It's utte rly impo s sible that a senseless image shouldhave any unusual effect on a sane mind, but-but--" Old Nomad was breathing deeply but regularly. Rob. inson could hear the steady throb of the air as it came from his lungs. This startled him, for it was the breath ing of a man unconscious in d e ep s lumber. "Nomad!" he murmured, but still without swerving his eyes. There was no answer. "Now," crooned the voice of the half-breed, y o u see um lightning. Watch um Ke-week. t o t em!" The voice was compelling. A nameless dread s h o t through the mar s hal. He attempted to start up fro m his chair, but his body failed to answer his will. It was as though his limbs had suddenly been transformed into stone. By a trick of his disordered fancy, the buffalo head grew prodigiously in size until it seemed to fill the wh ole space above the table. The eyes to be as large as silver dollars, and from th e m, as from twin thunder clouas, (,broke livid, zigzag flashes of light, A laugh echoed in the marshal's ears-a long-drawn out, sibilant, mocking laugh. Robinson's failing mental powers .realized that the half-bre d was up to something, but the totem had exercised its uncanny influence to such an extent that re sistance was out of the que s tion. Borne on a silent river of mystery, arched with th e forked flashes of an electrical storm, the marshal glid ed into uncpn s ciou s ness. From 'this he was awakened by a startled, demoralized yell from the old trapper. '.'I been hocu s ed Crawlin' varmints! What hes hap pened ter m e?" As through a veil of fdg R binfon saw the old trap per dimly, s itting s traight in nls chair and rubbing hi s for e head with hi s fingers. ''Thar's the r feller as done et!" bellowed old Nomad. "I'll git him, anyway s !" 1 I Another dim figure was standing clo s e to the ta b le. Robinson saw Nomad rise and lurch forward. The ta b l e was overturned with a crash and two figures lay s trug gling on the ground. "Vat iss der madder mit' you, N omat ?" clamored a voice "I vas yotir bartl For vy you chump ad me like dot? Donjd I got drouple s enough mitoudt hafi!lg some more from you? Himmel-blitzen !" Slowly, under Robinson's clearing gaze the trapp e r disentangled him sel.f from the other form on the ground and aro s e unsteadily to his knees. "Am I asleep er dreamin' ?" he demanded hoar sely "How did thet thar infernal breed change inter th e r baron? Mebbe s o I'm locoed." He turned on his kn ees s o that he faced the marshal. "Say, Robinson, am l locoed ?" he demanded. CHAPTER III. -STRANDED ON A REEf Of MYSTERY. The mar s hal did not answer old Nomad at onqe There wa s a water barrel, n e arly full of rain \ vate r at the corner of the house. Picking him self up, Robinson s taggered toward the barrel and imm e r s e d his head in the water. This sent the blood rus hing away from his disordered brain and aided in the quick reco v of hi s wi'ts. "Come here, Nomad!" he called, sopping the wat e r from his dripping face with a cotton handkerchief. The old trapper, mumbling incoherently to himself s taggered to hi s feet and reeled in the direction of th e barrel. Robin s on j.erked off Nomad's hat, pus hed hi s head over, ducked it under the water, and then held it there until the trapper was half-strangled. "Er-waugh sputtered shaking his shaggy head and sending the water flying all around him. I reckon thet h e lp s some. While I'm er-wipin' out my eyes, Robinson, look an' tell me if the fell er over thar i s my Dutch pard." "He is," answered Robinson. "The1i how, in ther name o' the great hocus-pocu s did he change from er half-breed inter a Dutchman?" "He didn't." "I reckon he didn't. We're sensible whites we aire, an' ain't ter b leeve s ich things. Ye looked at thet statoo same as me, didn't ye, Robinson?" "Yes." "An' did ye go same as me .?" "I did.'' ''Then how the blates cl'you know ther wa sn't a razzle-dazzle hyar, the breed changin' himself inter--"

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. "That's foolish talk, Nomad. We must have been out of our wits for some little time. While we were like that the half-breed lit out and the baron came." "Mebbeso," muttured Nomad. ''I'm able ter reason, an' thet's what I'm er-tryin' ter do jest now, but I ain't bankin' on er thing thet I kin figger out, er thet anybody tells me. Waugh! Nothin' like thet ever happened ter me afore." 'It couldn't have been the buffalo-headed statue that played such havoc with our wits," argued Robinson. "What was et, then?" "It must have been something the breed did." "Schust led me shpeak a leedle,!' put in the baron, walking toward the bewildered trapper and marshal at that moment. "Whar did ye come from so suddent, baron?" queried i omad. / "I come from Kingfisher," answered the baron gloom ily, "mit a ledder from der sgout for }\opinson." "Letter?" repeated the marshal, holding out his hand. "Where is it?" "I don'd got it," wailed the baron. "I hat it ven I left der town, aber I don'd got it now. Ach, vat a sat ness I feel aboudt dot ledder !" "Did ye lose et, baron?" queried the trapper. "Nein, I don'd lose him. It vas shtole from me py a haluf-preed feller." "Snarlin' hyeners !" murmured Nomad, putting away his handkerchief and squeezing, some of the water out of his hair. "I wonder ef thet was ther same breed as come ter us hyar, Robinson?" he added, turning to the marshal. "This country is full of breeds," answered Robinson. "Dis feller he hat der Ke-veek totem," went on the baron, '1und he say vould I puy him for some topacco? Dot's vat I do, den I look at der totem in der face ondil py uncl py I don'd know noqding. And vile I vas like dot, der feller took my guns, und my knife, und my pipe, und my matches, yah, so; und along mit der resdt oof it he took der ledder vat Puffalo Pill sends to Ropinson. I feel vorse as I can tell aboudt dot." "Blazes ter blazes an' all hands 'round!" growled the old trapper. "Et was ther same breed, Robinson!" "I vake oop py der drail side," the baron went on, "mit Toofer eading from der pushes, und so gonfused mit meinseluf I vas a long time gedding pack to vat habbened. Den, pooty soon, I make some onderstand ings. Dere iss moccasin prints in der drai), und I fol low der prints. Dey come dis vay und shtop py Rop inson's hitching bole, der hoofprints oof der horse vich der man mit der moccasins rote. Aber der haluf-preed don'd vas here. "I ged down from dot Toofer mu-el, und I go close to cler taple under der gottonwood, und dere iss you, No !tat, und you, Ropinson, so kevict as some pumps on a log. I shpeak oudt, und you don'd shpeak pack; und den, py und py, olt .Nomat t'inks I peen der haluf-preed und he kicks oop some ructions mit me. Vat a pad pitz ness I don'd know!" The baron heaved a groan and went back and dropped moodily down in one of the canvas chairs. Robinson, who was a keen-witted and particularly level-headed man all circumstances, had listened to the baron with intense astonishment. His experience and Nomad's with the Ke-week totem he had tried to explain as the result of some chicanery I on the part of the half-breed, but the baron's recital placed the full responsibility on the totem itself. "You say, baron," questioned Robinson, moving to ward the table, "that you bought the totem from the half-breed?" "Y ah, so," answered the baron. "I gafe him vat topacco I hat for der t'ing." "And then the half-breed went a way?" "I t'ought he dit. Anyvay, he vasn't aroundt vere I vas-." ''You started for my ranch with the letter after leaving the half-breed ?" "Dot's der vay oof it. I hat der totem in my handtslike dot-und I look him in der as I drafeled. Den, pooty kevick, I see lighdnings und I don'd know nodding ondil I come oudt oof it und findt ropped." The baron arose to set the table upright and pick up the box and scattered cigars. Helping himself to one of the weeds, he lighted it and got back into his chair again. "Dot haluf-preed iss a dinhorn !" he declared. "He uses der totem to helup his roppings. Oof he vas here py me, I bed you I make him look pooty sick." "What was in thet thar letter, baron?" inquired Nomad. "Oof I know dot, Nomat, den I voulcl tell, und my drouple vouldn't be so pad. Aber I don'd know. Der sgout wrote der ledcler in a hu,rry, und I vas to carry it in a hurry to Ropinson. Ach, du lieber I peen so full oof pitterness on agount pof dot ledder I yish I could fighdt." "Et must shore h,ev been important," rtmttered Nomad. "Anythin' been happenin' in Kingfisher' lately, baron?" ''Nodding clot I know. A feller come to see Puffalo Pill schust pefore he wrote dot ledder, but dey vent in a room py demselufs." ''\i\Tho was the man, baron?" "I don't know dot." "The easiest way oi{t of this, I reckon," reflected the marshal, "is for me to saddle up and ride to King fisher. I'll see the scout there and he can tell me what he wants." "I don't opine thet'll do any good, Robinson," said old Nomad. "vVhy not?" "Ef Buffler had wanted ter see ye in Kingfisher,'he'd hev told ther baron ter ride out hyer an' tell ye ter come. fostid o'
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6 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. I fer their hocus-pocusin', an' thet we all got the full heft bring back the Ke-week totem. Little Hatchet was away o' their powers when we looked at the image." on his mission while Cayuse was visiting among the "Nonsense!" said Robinson. Kiowas. Nomad, in defense of his favorite weakness regarding The little Piute pointed to the fact that the Ke-week whiskizoos, began to bristle. totem had not helped the Pawnee materially during the "Waugh! Bein' igner'nt ye kin tork theterway, but tinie it had been in their possession; and he asked how, I hev had more experience with whiskizoos than any-if it had not been able to help those to whom the Great body, an'--" Spirit had given it, it could possibly help the Kiowas, He halted suddenly, gave the marshal a wild stare, who were buying it for twenty ponies? and then leaped around the table. He looked over 1:he In anger because he had dared to doubt the powers of ground in feverislt haste-under the table and under the the Pawnee god, or its ability to help the Kiowas, Little chairs; then he _yelled angrily. Cayuse had been ordered by the Kiowa braves to leave "What're you looking for, Nomad?" asked the marthe village,-shal. So now, with his visit cut short.in a manner that wa9' "Fer thet thar gold o' Pawnee's!" gurgled the trapper. far from pleasant, the Piute boy was riding toward King "Thet half-breed coyote stole et. I mout hev kndWed fisher. He camped for one nigl { t on the Washita, no Beats blazes I didn't think o' et before." more than a rifle shot from the dry wash where HotchHe made a rush for the hitching pole, executed a dekiss, the 111'arshal, had been slain by Tex Rankin. tour around Toofer, and began tracking the half-breed's A rabbit, whi
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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 7 The boy gave a grunt of satisfaction when the bandag ing was done, and sat down beside the Kiowa. of his wound, the Kiowa would be able to take care of himself after Cayuse had left. l "You sabe um white man?" he asked. "Me sabe um heap coyote !" hissed Little Hatchet "He steal um buffalo god, Pawnee totem. Me kill um, me find um." The Kiowa knew a choice collection of English swear words, and he brought them all out. "Kiowas heap mad," he finished, "no git um totem." "Kiowas heap foolish," said Cayuse. "Pawnee totem no good." "Pawnee totem big medicine," insisted Little Hatchet. "Kiowas all same fools," proceeded Cayuse calmly. Ke-week totem was big medicine, why him no keep Little Hatchet from white man's bullet?" This was a poser. The Kiowa allowed it to pass in silence. "Where you m eet um white man?" went on the Piute. "One march along Washita," was the reply. "By big bend of Washita?" 'Wuh. "You come so far, huh?" "Wuh. Me come so far on the way to my people." "When you meet um white man?" Little Hatchet indicated that it had been just before sundown. "How you call um Little Hatchet's cayuse?" the Piute inquireq. "Him claybank cayuse," answered the Kiowa. "Got ttm mark, so, on hind leg .. The Indian made a half-moon sign in the air. For: several minutes Little Cayuse sat thoughtfully, turning over the situation in his mind. "You go back to Kiowas, huh?" he asked. "No go back till me take um totem," replied Little Hatchet "Mebbeso you no find um." "Mebbeso me no go back." "Ugh I" grunted Cayuse. "Where you make um stay?" ;' "Make um stay anywhere." "You sabe Scarred Face?" "Wuh." "Mebbeso you stay with Scarred Face?" "Ai. Who hunt um totem?" "Me hunt um." "Buenos!" Cayuse remained at the hut of Scarred Face until morning; then, after a, hasty me al garnered from the stores of the hut's owner, the boy got ready Navi again and started on the last lap of his journey to Kingfisher. Although he regarded with contempt the extravagant claims which the Pawnees and Kiowas made for the Ke-week totem, nevertheless he was eager to see what it looked like. He would do his best t o recover the image, but before he went actively to work he would first talk with Pa-e-has-ka and secure his advice. Noon came and found Little Cayuse halting for an hour under a tree on the bank of a creek. It must have been after one o'clock when he again began getting Navi ready for the trail. As he was about to mount, a man on a claybank cayuse came riding past, pointing south. The claybank was tired, there ':"as not the least doubt about that. His head drooped and his heaving sides were plastered with sweat and dust. The man on his back was a half-breed. "How!" grnted the breed. "How!" returned Cayuse. Jumping to Navi's back he rode toward the other trav eler. Any and every claybank horse, just then, was a fair object for the boy's ii:ivestigations. He was ex pecting a white man to back the animal sto len froti1 Little Hatchet, but nevertheless this particular cfaybank must be given at least a passing examination. He rode close, watched furtively by the half-breed. Not seeing what he was looking for on that side of the claybank, Cayuse rode to the other side. What he saw on th.e animal's right hip startled him. There, in plain evidence and as plainly the mark of an old scar, was a perfect half moon! "Who you?" demanded the half-breed, an ominous glitter coming into his eyes and one hand lingering the vicinity of a gun grip. CHAPTER V. HOCUS-POCUS NO. 3 "'Me Piutei" said Little Cayuse. "Who you?" "You wait. Me git um caballo." His sharp eyes were on the half-breed's hand; his Scarred 1 Face was a Cheyenne living in the bend of own hand warily copying the movements toward the the Washita. The redskin did not bear a very good gun handle. name, but he had a son who had helped Cayuse, and Cayuse was using his wits. A white man had shot for whom the little Piute had a high regard. Little Hatchet and sto len Little Hatchet's horse. Here Returning south along the river, Cayuse found Navi, was the horse, without doubt; and that the half-breed removed the hobb es, cinched on the riding blanket, and was not innocent was proved by his sudden distrust of rode back to the wounded Kiowa. the Piute when he went around the claybank to look Dismounting, he helped. Little to the pony!s for the crescent scar back, then started north with the pony m tow. "Me half-breed," grunted the man on the claybank. The lodge of Scarred Face was a squalid hut, surI "Where you ketch um caballo ?" demanded Cayuse. rounded on three sides by the high, wooded banks of "Piute mind um own bizness," scowled the half-breed. the river. The hut was on cleared ground and had a "Half-breed mind um bizness, Piute mind um bizdeserted l oo k the Piute and the Kiowa approached it. ness," said the boy calmly. "Half-breed no got um As a matter of fa c t, it was presently developed that none bizness with Kiowa claybank caballo." of the Scarred Faces were at home-even the boy-The half-breed jerked the claybank around so that Cayuse's friend-being absent. he faced Little Cayu s e square ly. Cayuse h e lped Little Hatchet into the /hut and made "Piute all same papoose," he gibed, "all same foo'1 him comfortable. The absence of the Scarred Faces was papoose." only temporary and there was plenty of food. In spite No remark the half-breed could have made would

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8 THE BILL STORIES. have stung the little Piute more. He had his eagle feather and was a warrior. Buffalo Bill, Pawnee Bill, and old Nomad all called him a warrior. In a twink ling the boy had plucked the revolver from his belt. But he did not make use of the weapon It hung list lessly at his side while his eyes rested on the six-shooter which the half-breed was holding. That gun of the half-breed's looked remarkably like one of the weapons belonging to the baron, Pa-e-has ka' s Dutch pard. Yet, how could that be? A white man had taken Little Hatchet's horse and the Pawnee totem. It wa:.s strange that this half-breed should now have'. the horse, and even more strange that he should also have the baron's revolver. While Cayuse sat on his pinto and wondered, the half-breed took a cloth-wrapped object from the breast of his flannel shirt "Where you git um gun?" asked Cayuse. "That is not yo1:1r snapped the half-breed. "White man shoot um Kiowa brave, steal um caballo," pursued the Piute; "now you got um caballo. Pa e-has-ka's Dutch pard have um gun"-he nodded to ward the revolver-"now you got um gun. Mebbes.o you half-breed thief, huh?" "Kiowa brave also got um Ke-week totem," returned the half-breed with an ill-omened grin. "Mebbeso Piute papoose like to see um totem?" With a muttered exclamation Cayuse lifted his re volver, leveling it full at the half-breed's breast. The other did not raise thesix-shooter he was holding, but al lowed the. cloth cover to fall from the object which he he1d toward Cayuse with his left hand. The little Piute was looking at the totem. "Watch um eyes, Piute!" said 1>he half-breed; "see um lightnin_g come from Ke-week's eyes!" Cayuse stared into the beady orbs of the idol; and, while he stared, his revolver slowly dropped. How long he sat rigidly erect on N avi, staring first at the totem and then at the place where the totem' had been, was purely a matter of guesswork. When he came to there were three horsemen around him, and they were all talking excitedly and at the same time. "Ugh!" muttered, Cayuse, shaking his head and blink ing his eyes. "Where half-breed, huh? You see um half-breed?" "Ye run inter thet pizen ombray same as the 11est o' us, hey?" The little Piute shjfted his eyes to the speaker. "Nomad!" he exclairhed. "Ther same, son," returned Nomad. "Did ther breed flash er sta1fo on ye an' work er hocus-pocus?" "Me see um totem," said Cayuse, still bewildered. "No sabe what happen. Totem big medicine!" "Dot's vat's der madder, Cayuse!" chirped the baron. "Der totem iss shpook pifzness, you bed my life. Dot haluf-preed has a pipe vat belongs mit me, und my guns, py shinks, und niy I carrJ'. aroundt in my bocket, und a leddsr.r v1ch Puffalo P1lf sendt py Ropinson'. Ach, du lie S er, vat a tough luck!" "An' he's got five hundred in yaller boys belongin' ter Pawnee Bill," growled the old trapper, "which same I was er-totin' from th e r Cimarron ter Kingfi sher when I run inter bne o' them Ke-w e-::k kiboshe s at Robinson's. Wouldn't all ..1. this whiskizoo play jest nacherly knock r e slab -sided? "\Yhat happened to you, Cayus e?" queried Robinson. By then Cayuse had so far recovered from his trance as to be able to give a lucid account of the way he had left the Kiowa village, of his meeting with Little Hatchet, and of his encounter with the half-breed. r "Waugh!" exclaimed the trapper, "we're all gittin' tripped up by thet thar Pawnee totem. Ain't et/Some scandalous ther way ther thing takes holt o' er ombray? I'm plumb 'Merican, an' et bowled me over, same's et did you, Robinson. Ther baron is Dutch, but the effect on him was jest as bad as et was on us; and now hyar's Cayuse, admittin' thet he didn't take no stock in ther totem but thet et shore got past his guard like et done with the rest o' us-." "I'm over my head wiffi the thing/' frowned the mar shal. "In all my previous experience I never encoun tered anythjng like it. "It's hard for me to credit the evidence of my senses." "Et ain't er thing ter reason er bout. Ye jest got ter take results as ye find 'em an' let et go at thet." "Der Kiowas say dot der totem vas drowed oudt oof c\er ky vile a t;?undershtorm vas on," put in the baron, in awed tones. "Dot's vtlre der lightc\ning comes from vat ve see in der eyes oof der totem, I bed you." "Bosh !" grunted Robinson. "Don'd shpeak boshes aboudt clot," cautioned the baron. "It iss ea s y to say 'bosh' at a t'ing ven you don'd ondershtand it, aber it don'd vas goot oolicy und it don'd show goot sense." "Why, baron," argued Robinson, "any sane man would know that the yarn the Kiowas t old Cayuse is foolish! In fact, it's altogether too nonsensical to be considered!' "Meppeso," scored the baron, "aber.;"ve got to gonsider a goot many t'ings aboudt der totem vat iss too nonsen sigul to be gonsidered." "Waal," struck in the trapper impatiently, "sittin' hyar palaverin' ain't goin' ter help me git back Pa7vnee's bag o' gold, ner it ain't goin' ter help ther baron git back Buffier's l etter ter Robinson. We're on ther right track, so let's be Gikin'. In two er three hours more we ort ter hev thet breed right whar we want him." ..,, "Let's ride," said Robinson. They started on forthwith, Little Cayuse now forming one of the pursuing party. The boy had promised Little Hatchet that he'd do what he could to help re cover the totem, and now that he was on the trail of the buffalo god there was no use of his going on to Kingfisher for a talk with the king of scouts. Nomad and Robinson, galloping stirrup to stirrup, set a swift pace for the baron and the little Piute. The hoofprints left by the half-breed's horse were easily to be seen in the dust of the road. "Ther ornery whelp ain't tried pone ter hide his trail,': commented Nomad, as they n$de. "He seems to be easy in his mind Jver the outcome of tl:1is pursuit," answered Robinson, "and that's a fact." "Mebbeso he ain't reckonin' thet thar's any pursuit." "If he's got any sense he ought to understand that the baron and you wouldn't rest until you had tried to recover your property." "Et's blame' puzzlin'," muttered the old trapper, "ther hul thing. Fer instance, Robinson, how'd this hyar half-breed git Little Hatchet's hoss an' ther totem from ther white thief as got 'em fust ?'' "Let's make a guess," said Robinson. "The white thief may have been hypnotized by the totem, and, while

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.. THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES 9 he was in a trance, the breed ha ve come along and annexed the hor se and that Ke-week thing." .Nomad chuckled. "Waugh! That" would be work in' er come-back on ther white tinhorn eh? But this hyar breed seems ter know all erbout ther totem. He don't git hocu sed by et but he's able ter hocus everybody e lse. \ "Putting tog e ther th e baron's experience and Little Cayuse's, and th en stacking th e m up alongside the expe riences we had, Nomad, I judge that' the reason th e half-breed is imi;nune is beduse he always shows the eyes of the totem to some one else and never looks at them himself." l But, ef ther breed should git ketched nappin' some time, er make a slip, I reckon he'd git laid out in er trance ther same as the rest o' us." "Probably. He feels safe from pursuit and capture, I take it, because he believes he could flash the image on his enemies and get away from them." "Snarlin' catermounts I never thort o' thet We got ter be keerful ef we bring things ter a 910-.v-down with ther breed. Et 'u'd be plumb ridic'lous ef we was ter come up with him, make .er surround, then hev him turn ther Ke-week loose on us, an' us wake up an' find our guns an' bosses ther breed. go e, too. Waugh !" They continued travel at speed, coming finally to a place where the trail forked. The ground, in this par ti cu lar spot, was covered with flinty rock that left no impression of the half-breed's passage. "Which way now?" asked Robinson, as all drew their horses to a stop. "I'm fer takin' ther left-ha nd fork," said Nomad. "Along thet fork lies ther big bend o' the Washita whar Buffier an' the rest o' us run inter lack so il, but the soi l revealed no traces of the cltrybank's hoofs. The members of the party were tempted to think that they had taken the wrong branch of the trail, but Cayuse sug gested that, before turning back, they proceed on t o the hut of Scarred Face and talk a little with the wounded Kiowa. Perhaps, too, he suggested, Scarred Face might have returned, and there was a possibility that he knew something about the pilfering half-bre ed An hour later the party drew up in front of the Chey enne's shanty. Nomad tumbled out of his saddle and pushed open the door. What he saw in s ide cau sed him to recoil with a ga sp and tur a startled look in the direc tion of his companions. \ CHAPTER VI. .I A REUNION OF THE PARDS. There were many things about that m/sterious Keweek t otem which were hard to understand, and not the l e a s t of these was the manner in which the totem, aided and abetted by the half-breed, was bringing the scout's pards t ogether First, the baron, trailing the half-breed in the hope of overhauling him and recovering the scout's letter and some personal property, came upon Nomad. Nomad had just been "4ocused" ouf of a bag of hard money belonging to Pawnee Bill. then Nomad, Robinson, and thr baron continued trailing the half-breed and came up pn Little Cayuse, who had himself just come through an unpleasant experience with the half-breed and the tot em. It rema\ned only for Pawnee Bill to be caught in the queer net'-an event which was already on the cards. Pawnee Bill, finishing his business in Watona, turned south by west, crossed the Canadian, and attended to some other busiJ?.ess at Cloud Chief, county seat of H County. Cloud Chief was not far from the headwaters of the Washita, and when he started back toward King fisher he laid course acro ss country which brought him to the Washita in the vicinity of the big bend. There, in the timbered bottoms of the river, he put out hi s horse for a noonday rest, raided his ration bag, and then dropped into a siesta under some sheltering bushes. His siesta was disturbed by voices. 'The voices came fro m the trail, not more than a dozen feet from the thicket in which he was lying. A little curious to see who the speakers were, he rolled over, parted the bushes in front of him, and peered out. The re were two riders in the trail. One of them was a half-breed on a claybank cayuse, and the other was a full-blood Cheyenne, a zigzag mark disfiguring hi s copper-col o red face. "On-she-ma-da !" muttered the prince of the bowie. "Call me a greaser if that red's not Scarred Face, a muy malo Cheyenne. There's some deviltry afoot! That h alfbreed isn't what he ought to be or he'd never be holding a powwow with Scarred Face." It was plain to Pawnee Bill that the two men had met at that particular place in the trail. Quite likely there h ad been an agreement between them. The. half-breed was pointed southward, while the Cheyenne had joined him from the west. "Why you go to cabin on ?" Scarred Face was asking. "Ugh!" returned the half-breed, taking a letter from his pocket and shoving it in front of Scarred Face, 'that' s what the paper talk says. I go there to get even with an enemy." "Me no sabe paper talk." "You don't, but I do. You go 'long, Scarred .Face?" "How much you giv e?" h agg led Scarred Face. "How many bucks you bring?" "Mebbeso I bring so many." Scarred Face held up three fingers. "Ugh! I give um the pickings-!'11oney, sadd le, horse. We take um from white man I play even w ith." "Me go," said Scarred Face. "Where you got um bucks?" "Me got um. Bymby we come to cabin on Was hita." "You'll have. ter be pronto, Scarred Face. The game's ready an' waitin'. Me make um ride thar now." "Scarred Face come with buck s plenty soo n as you." "B uenos!" The man on' the claybank put away his l etter and spurred off to the southward. Scarred Face turned ryis hor s e and galloped north. Pawnee Bill sa t up for a few minutes and ruminated. 'Tell 111e about this!" he muttered. "That bre e d

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IO THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. is up to some underhand trick, and he's got Scarred Face and three mor e Cheyennes to help him. A white man is to be the quarry of that rascally outfit. I sure hate to think of a white getting the worst of it from such a gang. Scarred Face went north-probably to his cabin at the big bend. "I'Il chase after the old ne-be-nau-baig and take a half hitch on his part of the game. If I come cfown on the old whelp hard enough I can make him tell me more about the half-breed and his work." The prince of the bowie G;rawled out of the bu s hes and puiled his riding gear after him. A few minutes later he had puiled his picket pin, wound the picket rope and fastened it to his saddle, and had mounted his big buckskin, Chick-Chick. "Chick, old sport," said he, "here's a little gap1e not down on the bills. But it's mildly diverting and came our way as a happenchance. The breed and the Chey enne hadn't a noti on that white ears and eyes were so close to them while they were palaveripg. Best foot foremost, Chick! That's the way!" The buckskin gained the trail and launched into a swinging gallop. In half an hour he had brought his rider to the big bend and to the front of Scarred Face's hut. Calls from the saddle failed to bring any response from the hut or from its surroundings. "Am I shy a little on this end of the play?" muttered the prince of the bowie. "Is it possible that Scarred Face didn't come to his cabin after the three bucks, after all? If any of the Scarred Faces are at home, they're some backward about answering. I'll just go in and take a look for the red ki-yis." Riding his horse around to the back of the hut, Paw nee Bill took a look at the high, timbered, semicircle of bank along the river. He saw nothing and no one. Dismounting, he left Chick-Chick at the back of' the shanty and stepped into the squalid dwflling through a rear door. ) The house was silent. Its one room lay all under thd white man's eyes. The room was not empty, even though it was silent, for the form of a red s kin lay sprawled upon a blanket in one corner. Pawnee Bill stepped to the side of the prostrate Indian and stood looking down at him. "Kiowa," muttered the prince of the bowie. "What is a Kiowa doing in the l odge of a Cheyenne? Wounded, too! I wonder if he's done for?" Pawnee knelt down and laid a hand on the red man's breast. "His ticker's active enough," mused the white man. "Look at his eyes, though! They're wide open. What's the red staring at? I say, In jun!" r The prince of the bowie took the redskin by the shoul ders and shook him-not enough to do damage to his wound, but just enough to wake him in case he hap pened to be a s leep with his eyes open. The Indian did not respbnd. When Pawnee Bill took away his hands the redskin dropped back into his orig inal position, his eyes1 staring up at the grimy rafters of the hut. "Here's a go!" muttered the prince q;V the bowie. "If the red had cashed in there'd be some excuse for his lying like that; but he hasn't cashed in-he's as much alive as I am. What sort of a game is he trying to pull off?" I' There was a tin pail half full of water on a bench at one side of the room. Pawnee Bill picked .up the pail and threw the water into the Indian's face. This had the desired effect. The Kiowa came out of' his trance with a suddenness that was startling. "Ugh!" he sputtered, sitting up o n the blanket and turning his dripping face toward Pawnee Bill. "Boshu nochee, redskin," said the white man. "What sort of a trance were you in, anyhow?" "You see um half-b eed ?" demanded the Kiowa. "I saw a half-breed, es. He riding a claybank mustang and--" "You see um totem?" "Totem? Deserted Jericho I Are you sure you're not locoed ?" "Him Ke-week totem, Pawnee totem,.'' "Now I g<;t you." Thirty years among the Pawnees had familiarized Pawnee Bill with most of the customs and legends of the tribe. "Old Crooked Foot has a thing he calls a totem--" "Me um from Crooked Foot, pay um so many ponies for um." The Kiowa up his hands twice. "You were buncoed," said Pawnee Bill. "Me take um, white man git um." "Hold up, now, and Jet's get at this with some sort of system. You gave a herd of ponies to Crooked Foot for the Ke-week totem, and you were taking the thing to the Kiowas when a white man shot you and faded into the sky line with Ke-week." "Wuh." "Who are you ?" "Little -Hatchet." "Son of a chief, o? I'm a greaser! How do you happeQ to be here, in a Cheyenne wickiup ?" 1 "\Vhite thief take um claybank caballo-" "A half-breed had the claybank I was talking about.'1 "Little Cayuse find um Little Hatchet, bring Little Hatchet here. Cayuse go find um Ke-week totem for Kiowas." "Well, well!" muttered Pawnee Bill. "So Little Ca yuse has tumbled into the Ke-we e k doings, has he?" "While Cayuse leave um Little Hatchet in Chey enne lodge," went on the Kiowa, "half-breed yell out side for Scarred Face. Him no here. Half-breed come into lodge, see Little Hatchet. Little 1{_atchet pull um knife, half-breed show um Ke-week totem, then Little Hatchet go to sleep." "An-pe-tu-we The t otem put you to 'sleep and the half-breed went on about his ugly business. I'm not believing all of that, of course. Has Scarred Face, or any of his family, been here since you arrived?" "No see um. Only half-bred come.'' "I'm on the wrong track entirely, and--" The front door opened at that moment, and to the intense a s tonishment of Pawnee Biij the old trapp e r showed himself in the opening With a muttered excla p1ation, the prince of the bowie l eaped to the d oo r, and stood l ooking out at Nomad, the baron, Little Cayu se, 'and Robinson. 1 "Vell, py sh inks!" cried the baron. "Haf you peen knocked oudt py d e r totem too, Pawnee PiII ?" "Pard Pawnee!" ga sp ed the old trapper. "Did thet Ke-week 'thing git ye inter a trance ther same as the re s t o' us?" "Trance?" echoed the prince of the bowie.

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. n : "Yes, Pawrnl Bill," spoke up > Robinson, "we've all looked into the eyes and lost our wits, so--" "I reckon you have lost your wits!" exclaimed Paw nee Bill. "Wake up, some of you, and talk sense." CHAPTER VII. PARDS IN COUNCIL. The baron, Cayuse, and Robinson dismounted. While Pawnee Bill leaned against the waU of the house and listened to their various experieIJ.ees, with now and then an illuminating remark from old Nomad, the face of the bowie man was a study. "Are you all done, ?" he asked, after the baror'i, who had tagged along benind the others with his recital, had gurgled into an awed s ilence. "Thet's all we got ter say, Pawnee," answered the trapper. "Buffier's pards seem ter all of 'em hev m e t up with the Ke-week totem. We're holdin' our breath wait in' fer you ter tell us jest ho w you got hit." "I didn't get hit, Nick," said Pawnee Bill. "Ye didn't se the totem?" "No." "Then ye ain't g o t er idee what it kin do ter a man." "You fellows ha ve been trying to give me an idea, but the only r esu lt has been to make me pretty sure you've all gone off the jump. An image, six inches high, carved out of pipestone, ha sn't the power to cast spells." "If I hadn't gone through one of the spells, Lillie," said Robinson, "I'd sure take the same stand you're taking. But I've samp led the t otem, and I want to tell you that the thing certainly does ca s t a spell upon any one who looks into it s eyes." / The prince of the bowie threw back his t1e'ad and laugh ed loudly. "Et ain't no larfin' matter, Pawnee ," prote s ted the trapper. "Don' d laugh aboudt dot," begged the baron. "Ven you don'd kno w some t'ing for su re, den don'd make some l aughs ofer it." "Pards," averred Pawnee Bill, "you're all the victims of your own imaginati on ." "Ach, Himmel!" muttered the baron. "Vas it imachi nation dot put me to shleep on dot Toofer mu-el, righd t in der roadt, vile I vas hurrying like anyt'ing t o vards Ropinson's? Vas it imachination dot to ok my guns, und my bipe, und my knife, und m y money, und der ledder vat sgout gif me for Ro pinson? Ach, vat a luck! !machination! Vat a foolishness!" "You i;iypnotized yourselves," declared PaV'{nee. "You're\laboring harder to explain that it \ vas our fault, Pawnee Bil," spoke up Robinson, "than you would to believe the simple truth-and that is that it was en tirely the fault of the totem How such a senseless image had so m ysterio us an effect on us, I can't begin to understand. But it had the effect. There's no get ting around that." "I've known for a ; good many years "that Crooked Foot had a thing which the Pawnees venerated very highly. Whenever a Pawnee got sick, or was otherwise down Qn his luck, Crooked Foot used to lug out his totem and conjure sickness and misfortune away from the afflicted warrior. The warrior had to pay him a stiff price for it, too. That totem was a gold mine for Crooked Fbot, and I'.m surprised that he should sell it to a Kiowa for a herd of ponies. I guess, though, that Crooked Foot is g e tting old and wants to go out of the incantation busines s ." Didn ) you ever see this totem, Pawnee?" queried the marshal. "Never, amigo You see, I never cared a whole lot for fairy tales or wonder stories. Realities are hard enough for me t o wrestle with. But we'll pass up that part of the affair for now and get down to something else that is of more importance. Buffalo Bill sent a l et ter to you, Robinson, a,t the hands of the baron. The baron left Kingfisher this morning, met with hard luck on the road, and the letter was taken away from him "Dot's der vay oof it," said the baron gloomily. don't fergit, Pawnee," stuck in old Nomad, "thet ther breed ain't only got Buffier 's letter, but he's also got er bagful o' gold belo11gin' ter iYOU." "If I had known all this an hour or so ago," observed the prince of the bowie, "I .ght have been able to call the half-breed 's little game. As for that, it may not be too late even now to put a crimp in these goings on." "Now we're gittin' down ter cases," said N b mad, with considerable satisfaction. "What hev ye found out, Pawnee?" The prince of the bowie told about the meeting he h a d witnessed o n the trail to the south, and repeated what he had overheard pass between the half-breed and Scarred Face. "Ugh!" muttered Cayuse. "Scarred Face got heap bad heart. Him help half-breed." '"That's it, son," went on the prince of the bowie "When the two ki-yis parted the breed rode south and the Cheyenne came in this direction. I supposed he was coming to his wickiup after the three bucks he's to take to this cabin on the Washita to .help the breed in his underhand work, so I saddled up and loped in this direction. When I got here, all I found was that wounded Kiowa. "Tile breed had stopped in front and called for Scarred Face. The Cheyenne didn't show up, so the breed got off the claybank and went inside. He saw Little Hatchet, and when the Kiowa drew a knife the breed sprung the Ke-week totem on him. I helped Little Hatchet out of his trance with a bucket of water, and he told me what had happened to him. "Now, compadres, here's the way I size this business up-putting two and two together and figuring on t h e proposition a s well as I can: The breed is up to some deviltry, and Scarred Face i s to help him. When he broke away from you fellow s, he came straight here after Scarred Face. The Cheye nne wasn't at home. After thro win g Little Hatchet into a trance, the breed went on and met the Cheyenne farther down the trail as it chanced, close to the place where I was taking my nooning. That's clear enough, eq ?" "So fur as et goes, pard, I reckon yes," returned the old trapper. "But what's et all erbout? What good's thet letter ter ther breed? Thet must hev been ther same letter ye seen ther breed showin' ter Scarred Face." "Keno, Nick! It was the same letter. Now, follow me. In that letter Buffalo Bill must have asked Robin-

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12 THE BUFFALO .l:HLL son to meet him at this cabin on the Washita. What cabin do you suppose that was?" "Why," said the marshal, it mu st have been the cabin the scout was telling me about-the one where he and his pard s made their headquarters jus t after they came up from the Texas Panhandle. He knew that I had the location of that cabin, and if he wanted to meet me anywhere in that vicinity the cabin would be just the place." "Right! When he gave the baron the letter he told him to hurry. The scout had jus t been closeted with some one the baron didn't know. When that man went away, pard wrote hi s Jetter and told the baron to hit only the high places between Kingfisher and Rob inson's ranch. I'll gamble my spurs, compadres, that the scout rode south from Kingfisher pretty soon after the baron left to take the lett er to the marshal. "Now, we don t know why Pard Bill went south to the cabin on the \ Vashita-but we can be sure that some thing of great importtnce callcrd him. None of his pards were around-that is, none except the baron. I was in W atona, Cayuse was nob bing with the Kiowas, and Nomad was on the Cimarron. Our pard had to pick up some on e to help him, and he sen t for Robinson." "Waugh!" muttered the old trapper, who had been listening intently, "ye make et as plain a s ef ye'd drawed er diagram, Pawnee. Some excitement was turned on by ther feller thet h ad private palaver with Buffier in Kingfisher. Bu t wha t ther b laz es could et hev ben ter call fer sich quick action? I was erbout due from ther Cimarron, an' et shore seems as though Buffier might hev waited/' ...-"Evidently, Nick," proceeded r Pawnee Bill, "th ere wasn't time tp wait Pard Bill i s at that cabin, by now, and the breed i s either there, or on hi s way, and th a t scoundrelly Scarred Face is t o j oin the breed with three bad buck s It l oo k s dark for our pard unless we can do something." 1 "What ha s thiS' half-breed g o t against the scout?" queried Robi!'l'Son. "That's a conundrum. Maybe the breed is a friend of Tex Rankin, or of Baxter, or Reel Jennings, or Len a way. It's possible. He may want to squa r e up with the scout on ac count of tho se murderin' sooners." / "I kin onder sta nd some o' what's happen ed," growled the trapper "but thar' s a hull lot more thet's plenty dark. Et was er white thi e f as shot the Kiowa an' took his bo ss an' th e Ke-week totem. \ Vhar'd the breed git 'em?" l "Pass the ante." "All has gone wrong mit Puffalo Pill," wailed th e baron, "schust pecause dot l edder got avay from m e I don'd know vat t o do mit meinseluf, I vas so maclt at dot haluf-preed feller." "There's jus t one thing for us to do, am;gos," as serted Pawnee Bill. "Name et, Pawnee," said the trapper. "We've got to make quick run for the cabin on the Washita. If the )scout's there, and in trouble with the breed, Scarred Face and some more Cheyennes, we'll get him out." "Dot's vat ve vill, py s himinedd y !" chirruped the baron, plucking up heart. "Ve can safe der sgout from drouple oof ve can't ged pack der ledder for Ropinson." ''I'll be a little late arriving at the cabin on the W ashita," said the marshal grimly, "but pl-haps it's a case of better late i.han never." While Robin so n and the pard s were mounting, Cayuse stepped into the cabin for a ha sty word with Little Hatchet. I He came out, after a moment, leaped to the back of Navi and ha s ten ed after the others. Did ther Kiowa tell ye anythin' important, son?" asked old Nomad "N ah," said Cayuse. "Him heap mad. I t e ll him l ook out if Scarred Face come back." "I'm hoping thi s tangle will clear up a little when we get to that cabin on the Washita," muttered Rob in so n. I nev e r had a thing get me so twisted up as this ha s done." "That Ke-week totem has had a bad effect on all of you," laughed the prince of the bowie. "I'm hoping, too," went on Robinson, "that we'll find out more about that tofem." "I'd like to try it once," said Pawnee Bill. "I'll bet a hundred it couldn't put me down and out." "Meppy you don'd know aboudt dot, Pawnee," spoke up the baron. CHAPTER VIII. I BUFFALO BILL'S SUDDEN MOVE. The unkno\vn man, who had been closeted with the scout in the Kingfisher hotel, had brought startling news. He was a deputy marshal, and his right hand had been fresh ly band aged and was h anging from his neck in a sling. "Buffalo Bill," said the man, as soon as the two were by th e mselve s, "my nam e's Yarnall, and I'm a deperty United States mars hal. A mighty bad thing has hap pened, an' Bennett sent m e ter you right off ter see what ye could do t e r h e lp us out." "VIT ho's Bennett?" asked the scou t. "He's the marshal I been helpin'." ""What's happened?' "vVell, la s t night Bennett an' me started ter take Tex Rankin from Reno ter Smith--" '"fo take him to Fort Smith?" repeated the scout, sur pri sed "Yes A gang o' tough Texans aire g athe rin', down below the big bend o' the Washita, an' the trooper s from clown there brought word that they was plannin' ter do someth in fer Rankin." "They couldn't do anything for Rankin while he was lo cked up in the guardhouse, could they?" I reckon not; still, it was thought best ter remove Rankin ter Fort Smith, an' the job was given t er Ben nett an' IJle. \Ye left the fort in the srnall h9urs, Ran kin handcuffed an' tied ter a bo s s an' riding between us. Somehow he s lip ped his cuffs-got his left hand out; then, afore I could guess what was up, he l eaned over an' hit Bennett on the head with the swingin' empty cuff. Bennett drapped from hi s hoss like he'd been shot. 'Comse I pulled a gun, but Tex Rankin wa s already off the led b oss an' j uggli n' with Bennett's shooters. "Afore I cou ld pull trigger, Rankin put a bullet inter my arm. Be nn e tt was dazed, but he rec ove red an' made a grab at Rankin's feet. Rankin turned loose a shot at him a,n' sent a s lug inter his hip. While I was ftoun derin' around with this g ame arm, an' Bennett-who ....

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 13 couldn't walk-was limberin' up the other gun "i1e had in his belt, Tex Rankin slid fer the timber. He hadn t time ter take a ho ss-but was glad enough ter git away on foo t, I reckon. "Did yo u try to overhaul him?" asked the scout, deeply interested. "Sure we did! With my one good arm I managed ter Help Bennett 'onter his hoss, an' we bushwhack e d through the timber till sunup, btit couldn't find hide ner hair o' Rankin. By then Eennett was about all'in with hi s wond. I had ter ride alongside hi s hoss an' hold him in the s addle. An' I had fer tow the led hoss, too. We come ter a ranch an' I got Bennett inter the hou se an' onter a bed. 'Go fer Buffier Bill, Y a'rnall,' says Bennett ter me. 'Don't let any grass grow under yore feet makin' fer Kingfi s her. Tell Buffier Bill what 's happened, an' ask .him ter do what he kin ter recapture Rankin.' "Bennett further told me ter keep the escape qui e t, so'st not t e r let it reach them Texans, down on the Washita. The rancher himself kerri ed word ter th e fort, leavin' the ranch fer thar the same time I left ter come here." ., "This is hard luck!" exclaimed the scout. "I was just congratulating myself that TeY< Rankin, and th e other three members of hi s gang now awaiting trial, would g e t all that was coming to them and any hitch." "It's mighty 'tough," Yarn. all gloomily, "but I don't see what more me'n Bennett could 'a' d one. T ex s lipp ed his l ef t han
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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. "You know where the marshal, lives, eh, baron?" the scout asked. "Yah, so," the answer. "\,Yell, take this letter out to him, and senc1Toofer over the line for a record. The matter's Important." "Iss dere some oxcidement on?" "There may be." "Und vere do I come in mit it?" "You'll come in with Robinson. After he reac;ls the letter he'll tell you what do to. Lively; The baron made a rush for the stable and gbt Toofer under sadd le. The mule was going like a lightning express when the baron passed the front of the hotel, yelling his good-byes and waving his cap. The scout was particularly anxious to recapture Rankin. The sc9undrel had made Buffalo Bill and his pards a good deal of trouble, and they had finally run him to earth and proved, by means of a P botograph, that he had killed Jack Hotchkiss, a United States marshal. About twenty-five officers, armed with photo graphic in strume nts, had been placed in the Reservation just prior to the opening. officers were to look for "sooners"-that is, for the lawless settlers who entered the new lands in advance of the time set by the government. Whenever the officers saw a sooner they took a snapshot of him; then, when he came to the land office to complete the filing of his claim, he would be confronted with his pic ture and his filing disallo\ved. Hotchkiss was found dead in a dry wash, his photo graphic machine rigidly clasped in his hands. When the la s t picture taken by Hotchkiss was deevloped, it showed Tex Rankin within a few feet of him leveling a re volver. This proved the Texan's guilt conclusively. Now, after all the trouble his first capture had caused, another capture was necessary in order to bring him to justice. Tqe scout, while deploring the escape which had made cl second ptrrsuit of the man ne cessary, was neverthelhs eager to get the murderer back into the toils of the law An hour after the baron had started for Robinson's, the king'of scouts rode away on Bear Paw, bound for the cabin on the Washita. Bear Paw reeled off the mile s in spirited fashipn and bore hi s ri de r swiftly into the trap which circumstances, adroitly taken advantage of by an enemy of the scout's, had laid for him. CHAPTER IX. THE TEXANS. There may be nothing in omens, yet certain it is that a very peculiar circumstance happened to the scotlt shortly after sundown of the day he had started from Kingfisher. He had crossed.. the Washita River and was only a few miles from the cabin which was his destination , hen he glimpsed a camp fire among the trees. The fire was blazing in a sort of gully, with a wooded s lope at the back, and it was with something like a shock tr. at the scout recalled that particular place. It was almost in that identical spot, several days before, that Little Cayuse had ridden into at}otber camp and had I hacl .his pinto pony stolen Tex Rankin and three more men from the Lone Star State were in the camp at the time. Cayuse had had a close call, but had managed, by pluck and cunning, not only to save himself, but also to recover Navi. The scout had returned to the place with the little Piute, only to find that Rankin and his men had left. Curious to know who it was that had now pitched camp in that ill-omened gully the scout spurred boldly for ward and drew rein within the circle of light from the fire. Five men were clustered around the blaze. One of them was just serving up a supper of fried bacon, cof fee and corn pone. There was a rough-and-teady, not to say lawless, air about the entire party. The four who were sitting down, with their tin plates and tin cups in front of them, leaped hastily to their feet. "Who might you be, stranger?" demanded one of the men, giving the scout a keen sizing. "Just a traveler, bound south and looking for.-.fl. little refreshment, the scout replied carelessly. "T11at cof fee and bacon smells good to me." "\Ve ain t boardin' folks 'at thi s hyer camp," growled one of the men. "Yqu're. Southerners?" queried the sco ut, catching the soft drawl in the voice of each speaker. "We mout be," answered the secon "that yo' -all is Buffalo Bill, ain t ye?" "That's what I'm called, now and then," the scout replied. "W aal," went on the third man, throwing a certain amount of heartiness into his voice, "I reckon we-all are right glad of a chance to entertain Buffalo Bill. 'Light, friend, an' sit in with us." 1 The scout threw the reins over Bear Paw's head and slid from his saddle. "Hadn't yo' better put out yo' b oss friend?" inquired a fourth member of the party. 1 "I haven't the tinie, gentlemen, to bait my horse," said the scout, "for I must be going as soon as I get a few mouthfuls for my se lf." He came forward easily, dropping down so that his back was toward Bear Paw and his eyes able to keep track of all five of the men. So far as his actious were concerned, no one woul
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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. r5 "Thar ain't nothin' tony about our grub, Buffalo Bill," ughed Hie food dispenser, "but it's warranted ter git a strangle holt on a feller's hunger." "Then it will. do me," returned the scout, "and I'm obliged to you for your in asking me to join you." He fell to at his meal. One of the men stepped aside. The scout did not move his head until a restless stamp ing of Bear Paw's feet gave him an excuse to turn. T?e man who had passed out of the circle lifteq suddenly to an erect posture not more than five feet from the scout's back. "What yo'-all thar, Newt?" called one of the others. "'Lookin' fer a flask o' likker I drapped; jest befo' Hank begun gittin' suppe r," aid Newt. "Shuck s-a-mighty!" haw-hawed another of the unsav ory crew . "I found that myse'f, Newt, an' drunk her dry two hours ago. Come back an' eat yo' meal, mari . Thar'll be plenty o' time t r hmnt fer likker at.ter we git through. Btiffalo Bill could have sworn that Newt had got behind him for another purpose than the one he had so glibly offered. 1. "Goin' fur, Buffalo Bill?" inquired Newt. "f don't know exactly how far," said the scout. "I'm expecting to meet some of my paras, and if they're not where I expect to find them I shall have to go farthet." ''How's things up no'th ?'' asked another. "In the new territory?" "Yaas." "Going finely." ; -"What's this we-all hyer about that blackguard, Tex Rankin?" The scout was expecting the talk to get a;ound to Rankin. ,., "Oh," said he calmly, "Tex killed a marshal and is now in the guardhouse at Reno wait'ing to be tried for it." "He's in the gyardhouse, is he ?'i "He was yesterday." "Hyer's hopin' they hang 'im," growled Newt, 11.fting his coffee cup and half-emptying it at one swallow. There was nothing convincing in Newt's words or manner. He was talking for effect, and perhaps with the hope of beguiling a little inforrnation frorn the scout. "He'll get his just deserts, all right," declared the scout. Newt glo wered oyer his coffee cup and the re s t ('f the men shifted "Who all took Tex up?" a s ked one of the ot hers.' "There were sever.al engaged in the job," answered the scout. "I'm glad to say that I helped." This line of talk did not ease the tension of the s.itua tion .Jil. the least. Black looks pas sed from Texan to Texan,. the while Buffalo Bill comfortably his bacon and corn pone and drank his coffee. ,. Buffalo Bill's .reputation for being e tremel, 111 the u se of his weapons had a effect, at that time. The re were five agafost him, yet not one sho\ved an inclinatiorr to face him with firearms. The camp fire cast st ray gleams from the handles of the In silence the scout finished his meal and aro. e to his clinking heels. "Gentlemen," said he, ba king toward Bear Paw, "I thank you for your hospitality. I trust that some time you will &ive me an opportunity to repay you. I'm proud to say that I never forget my debts or fail to can cel them. Adios !" For the fraction of a second only he turned his back to mount. A him in his saddle, and he backed away from the camp, hat in hand. When in the gloom of the timber, he whirled bis horse and gal loped along the trail. "The trooper who carried news of the Texans to the fort," he thought, "was well informed. Those men are Rankin's frJends, and they'd hesitate at nothing in order wrest Rankin from the clutches of the law." A mile down the trail he pulled rein suddenly and ba_cked Bear Paw into the brush. He had only a few minutes to wait before two men came ga11oping by . "Sure he's ahead thar, Newt?" asked one . "' "Shore he is," came the answer. "He never suspi cioned a thing." The scout chuckled as he listened to the receding ter of hoofs. "Go on, my jolly Texans:." he muttered. "You'11 catch a weasel asleep before you find me taking chances with you on a night like this." Leaving the trail behind him, he laid a direct course for the cabin where he was to meet the baron and Robinson. The cabin was on a slight elevation. It wa,,s an aban doned hovel and, in the circumstances, very naturally looked deserted. The baron and the marshal: if they were in the place, might or might not strike a lig If they were there, however, their mounts would have to be sotewhere near. Buffalo Bill, since becoming aware of the Texans, was determined to play safe. There was a chance that they knew of the cabin, and the scout was not going to picket out his horse and place himself between those in secure waJls. Henade a circuit of the cabin well below the crest of the "rise and failed to discover any mounts. From thi s he felt pos itive that th.Qe he was expecting had not arrived. "I'll sleep out the night in the woods," he decided, "and jus t loosen Bear Paw's cinches. I may have to ride, and to make a quick start." .. Selecting a spot between the ca inJ and the river bank, he dismounted, passed the bridle reins around a small sap ling, and sat down with his back against a tree. An h ou r passed, and he was startled out of a doze by rest less movements of his horse. "Quiet, old chap!" he whispered, springing to his feet and laying a soothing h.and on the neck of the horse Patter, patter came the mellow tattoo of ap proaching hoofs. cout's forty-fours,,. peeping coyly over the tops of their scabba rd s The Texans saw the glea m s of deadly steel and.determined on a saf .er plan-if one could be devised. "Friends or foes?" thought the scout, peering from his thicket in the direction of the sound. "If the baron and Robinson are coming," he finished, "well and good; but if it's one or more of the Texans-well, then I'Jl see that that is well and good, too. Quiet, Bear Paw; not a whimper now, my lad."

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16 / 'HIE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. CHAPTER X. OUT OF ONE PERIL AND INTO ANOTHER. Three men rode gut of the gloom of scrub timber that covered the foot o1 the_ rise in the direction of the trail. They looked like galloping shadowgraphs. "Three," muttered the scout from his thicket, "and I'm expecting two. / Steady does it, old he added, to Bear Paw. "Give those horses a welcoming whinny and there'll .he a fight and perhaps a race. It's better for us to stay as quiet as possible and see what happens. Three of that Texas crowd, I reckon, are looking for us." The three horsemen had paused. One of them sud denly moved forward and made his way up the hill. The scout saw him melt into the shadow of the hut and hearcf a door creak open on rusty hinges. A moment later there came a faint glow through the doorway as of a match. Presently the match went out, and directly aft voice floated down from the cabin's shadow. "He ain't hyar, Newt!" "That's all we wants ter know," answered one of the black shadows from the foot of t-he hill. "Come down, Sam." 1 J Sam emerged from the dark on his 1orse, talking as he made his leist).rely way down the slope. "I reckon he was givin' it to us straight. He's gone ter meet his pards, an' his pards are further south. "Not on yer life!" called Newt. "Pawnee Bill was in Watona, an' yesterday he was in Cloud Chief. I seen him in Cloud Chief when I went thar arter corn meal." "Yesterday!" snorted Sam. "Shucks-a-mighty, Newt, ye mean ter-day. It ain't midnight yit." "Waal, what's the use'n splittin' hairs?" answered Newt cro ss ly. "Ter-day, "then. When Pa. wnee Bill left Cloud Chief he Kingfi'sher. That's one o' Buffier Bill's ,pards what ain't goin' ter meet him ter south." Sam rejoined his two companions, and they started toward the river. Buffalo Bill, seeing that the Texans must pass close to him, and to hear what more they had' to say, made... a nosebag of his hat for Bear Paw, and calmly waited. The Texans,. riding slowly, were soon within .earshot. "When was they allowin' ter take Ran in ter Fort Smith?" asked the voice of Sam. "Scarred Face'll bring us word in plenty o time," answered Newt. "The Cheyenne is circulatin' around the fort an' keepin' his ears open." ":When he brings word," spoke up the third "then we hikes fer t e place whar we're ter lay fer the outfit." "Check!" said Newt approvingly. "Ye kin see through a cheese, I reckon, when thar's a hole that big in it." "But what's Buffier Bill goin' south fer?" fretted Sam. If it's ter bother us," growled the unnamed Texan, "he'll git inter several kinds o' trouble." "He'd 'a' got inter trouble ter-night," chuckled Sam, "if Newt had had his way." "Foolish!" grunted the third man. "The idea o' tryin' ter take a feller like the scout from behind. They sfy he s got eyes in the back o' his head." "Foolish yerself," answered Newt. Bill's like all the rest o' tis-an' the's things kin go on behind 'his back he don't know about any any one else." I kin tell ye fer fair, jest same," said Sam, "I don't want him an' his pards mi x in' up in thi s r e s cue racket s'long's I'm m.ixed in it. That' s how I ieel." "Gittin' cold feet, huh?" taunt e d N ewt. I'll keep 'em warm enottgh runnin' if that l o ng-hair e d Injun fighter comes trailin' auter me." "Ye' re the limit!" "I expect I arri. Thar ain t no poetry ab o ut this gittin' cut off in yer youth and bloom. If I wa s a s o ld as you be, Newt, mebbe I w o uldn't mind." Buffler !lill didn t go south," piped up the third man, "er you two would hev found him." ,... "Shore!" said Newt. "He didn t come t e r thi s cabin, whar him an' his pards oncet lft.mg out, an jest whar he did go i s more 'r le s s of a gue ss We' ll tra.il eround a leetle afore we goe s back ter camp." (' This last remark took the three Texans out of ear shot. Shortly thereafter they vani s h e d am o ng the shad ows at the river's e d ge. Buffalo B.iJl r e moved hi s h a t _from Bear Paw's no s e and again s eated him s elf. "Let's get at the gist of thi s ," he muttered, wrinkling his brows thoughtfully. "That old s kunk Scarred Face it seems, is again h e lping .. Ranlcin. The Texans have gdt wind of the fact that th e officers are g o ing to move Rankin, and they"re planning to re s cue hi111 while the moving is being done. "The mov..ing was begun before Scarred Face find it out, and the Texans think the play i s y et to be off. They haven't a notion that Rankin is free and is coming this way. With the start he had, Rankin shoulq have ..been here before now \i\That's delayed him? Did he have trouble picking up a h o r s e ? The scout decided that this mu s t have be e n the reason Tex Rankin hadn't reached his waiting friend s on the Washita. The fugitive was a past master in the hor s e-lifting line ; and prp bably he had been so careful about s h o wing him-: "43elf that he had not been able to come near any s tealable live / stock. He'll be along," murmured the scout, pursuing hi s line of reasoning. "If the baron and Robin s on show up before Rankin can get away in company with his Tex a s friends, I reckon the thre e of u s can take care of the s ix from the Panhandle We'll make a try at it., anyhow. The scout got up and removed the saddle and blanket from Bear Paw's back. "There, 0ld sport," said he, "you'll be more comfort able and I'll have to put my head on. No more Texans will drop in on us to-night What hap pens to-morrow-well, we'll let to-morrow take care of' itself. Lying ;.t full length @n the ground, his head pillowed on his th. e scout fell to figuring on the baron's progress toward Robinson's with the l e tter, t:J:ie pro g ress of the baron and the marshal toward the Washita in obedience to the letter's message. "At the most," thought the scout, "they shouldn't have beeh more thlln two hours behind me. The fact that they're fieveral hours behind schedule implies that the baron had Robinson. Robinson may have been away from home. In that event, the bar o n would have .. had to wait. But they'll come, and here s h o ping that they arrive before it's too late to stop Tex Rankin. If Rankin shows up, I'll have to make a try at him single-handed." He fell asleep then, ,and awoke }ust as the first' faint

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 17 gray of dawn began streaking the eastern sky. A loo k upward at the cabin assured him that Robinson and the baron had not arrived during the night. "We'll reconnintre the Texans' caJ;IJp, Bear Paw," said the scou t as he saddled, see whether Ran'kin has r eac h ed there A quick gallop brought the scout to the t op of the gully bank at the rear of the enemies' camp. All five of the men were below, stirring around, fixing their fire and g ett ing ready for Tex Rankin was not among them. "Good!" muttered the scout, as he turned Bear Paw along the back track. "The longer Rankin delays, the better it's going to be for law and order in the end. I'll hustle back to the cabin and wait for the baron and A t the :!ame moment a head was thrust through the open window-a head with braids falling down in front of the ears, a tawny face and eyes that glittered merci le ss!. 'The sc out sank back in his chair, his eyes caught and held in a weird spell. The. head was thrust farther through the window, a mocca s ined foot was thrown over the sill and a lithe form, clutching a knife in one hand, dropped silestly into the room behind the scout. CHAPTER XI. the marshal. If they should drop in there and not find A NIGHT ENCOUNTER. me keeping house they might get the ide a that I had I arrived and left-Lbecause of their dclay. That wouldn't ;e! do. If the Texans come back to the place, ahead of and Pawnee Bill, and the baron, and Robinson galloped the baron and Robinson, I'll give them a warm welcome." south. From the foot of the hill he spurred directly up to Robinson turned his eyes curiously in the direction inthe cabin, drppping Bear Paw's reins at the do or, dis dicated. 1 mounting and going inside. "Hotchkiss was as g am e an officer as you'd find any-The door was unlocked He had expected this,\ bu' t where in the Southwest," said he, "and he went down after he had surveyed the interi o r of the old house doing his dtity. That's about all we marshals get out would not have been surprised if his expectations had of our harde s t work, anyhow," he added, with some bit been disappointed. r te;ness, "the we',ve done a man's part. There was a big change in the place. The changes i n It.s a fine 1t doesn t buy clothes for the indicated that the hut had been rec e ntly inhabited by and the kid s ." , some one who had come to stay-at lea s t for a time . Y g e t and mileage, do1.1 t you, for every ar-The interioyof the hut had been clean ed out. 'New you make. asked Pawnee Bill. gla ss had replaced th e broken panes of the windqw. A small fee fo\ e.very arrest; but, if w.e spend a The room was furnished, after a fashion. There was a month tracking a cnmmal, and don t arrest him, we get table in one end of it and a chair in front of it. Tne no pay and eve n have to put up our own expenses. We was all of the rude s t but it in d ias for the arrest of a. man who has been cated that. the old house had been requisitioned by some mtroducmg as we do for cap ,turmg a murderer, or a d d h b bl bank robber." ./ one, an ma e a ita e. "WI d ?" N d Th d d h J.i 1at s mter ucm put m oma . e wm ow was open, an t e morning sun was s m"Selling wHisky to the Indians Of course, as mar -mg m. 1 shals get the s ame pay for capturing a 'bootlegger' as "There's furniture here,'' muttered the scou t, "and no they do for running down a killer, a good many govern one but me to make use of it. Aside from the furniture, m ent officials confine themselves to the 'bootleggers.'" there little else to make a person comfortable." "You're talking about deputy marshals now, RobinBe crossed the room, turned toward the table, and so n," said Pawnee Bill. then saw something on the table that caught and held "Well, a marshal has ( to have good deputies if he his attention. .,, accomplishes much. If deputies don't get enough to "What the nation is thdt ?" he a'.sked him s elf. "Where make their work worth while they're going to quit their did it come from? As an ornament it seems a little jobs, and the mar s hal wi'll be in the air." out of place Any sort of bric-a-brac be too much Ni ght h a d fallen and the. party of rider? remained of a luxury in such surroundings." m the saddle and pushed their mounts steadily onward. "W h d R b. "b I h. k '11 He stepped closer to the table. 'llhe object that met re a rus sai 0 mson, m we his gaze was a small image, perhaps six inches high, make _better m the Pawnee Bill, 1f we stop representing an Indian, sitting cross-legged with his the rest . arms folded But where the Inc1.ian's head should have s good old Nomad. m pi nm been there was the head of a bull"huffalo. ter git cl
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1I8 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. "I figger," observed the old trapper, "tht!t we'll git baron was behind a tree, his revolver flashes marking whar we're goin' not far the other side o' midnight." hi s l ocation in the gloom. "Buffalo Bill will be safe until to-morrow morning, "Dere i ss more as a tozen oof der velps !" yelled the said Robinson. baron. / "Meanin' which?" demanded the trapper. "How do you know?" demanded Pawnee Bill. "Well, even if the scout is at the cabin, he can be "From der noise vat dey make gedding droo cler aepended on to protect himself from the half-breed." pushes." "If he was expectin' the half-breed, yes. But qe "Take your mule, and we/ll make front on ain't." ki-yi s ." "Expecting him or not,J'/.dropped in Pawnee Bill, "that The baron climbed into his saddle, and the party preed would have a har time of it getting the upper started pellmell after their unseen foes. hand of Pard Bill." "Who the ean they be?" queried the marshal. "[)er t'ing I vas afraidt oof i s dot Ke-veek totem," "Probab1y Scarred Face and his bucks," answered the >aid the baron "Oof der haluf-pr eed shprings dot prince of the bowie. 1e. r sgout, meppy our bard vill haf more as a handtful." "Mebbeso ther breed's with 'em!" shouted the old1 "Thet's ther idee !" exclaimed the trapper, suddenly trapper. "Hyar's er chanst ter lay ther breed by ther apprehen s ive. "Buffler mout take keer o' ther breed, heels an' blockade further purceedin's ag'inst Buffler !" but when ther breed comes at him with thet whiskizoo There was a wild crashing among the bushes ahead, Ke-week thing, I'm fearful o' what'll happen." the sound growing l ouder and louder in the ears of the "The Ke-week totem won't work in the dark," averred pursuers. Then, unexpectedly, there was a series of the marshal. "Buffalo Bill has got to be able to see 1t r id flashes all around them, followed by a rattle of before it will have any effect on him." ploding revolvers and the hiss and snarl of bullets. "Sufferin centipedes!" muttered old Nomad, relieved "A surround roared Pawnee Bill. "Take the red "I hadn't thort .o' thet, but et's er fact. Buffler won't nearest you, pards and give him his be in no danger from thet totem till mornin'." "They're ours, amigos!" whooped a strange voice" And not then," said Pawnee Bill. "He's got : better a voice which, to the amazement of the prince of the head than the rest of you1 fellows, and this totem will bowie, could not by any s tretch of the imagination have only have to look at him once before it throws up it s belonged to an Indian. hands." There followed a whirl of battle, there in the darkness The prince of the bowie ended his remark with a good-natured laugh. "You shtill t'ink dot ve make some \oolishness mit dot Ke-veek totem, hey?" inquired the fiaron. The baron was smoking a pipe which he had bor rowed from Robinson, the latter having lighted a cigar. Before Pawnee Bill could reply to his Dutch pard, the sharp crack of a revolver pierced the night, followed by a smashing sound and a yell from the baron. Instantly every member of the party had jump ed erect, hands wandering instinctively to revolvers. "What was that?" demanded Robinson sharply. !" answered the prince of the bowie ; "Some one shook out a load at the baron. Did it touch you, pard ?" he asked of the Dutch.man. "Donnervetter I" howled the baron. "Der pullet ditn't hit me, no, aber it hit der pipe und knocked him to shmidereens. I vill make drouple for der feller vat dit it!" He leaped away on foot, the others pausing to pull up their cinches, fling themselve s on their horses and then hustle after him. Pawnee Bill led the baron's mule. A sputter of revolvers echoed through the dark woods ahead and easily guided the party in the clirecti'1 taken by the Dutchman. When they came up with him the and among ti1e trees and undergrowth. Bill bumped into somebody full tilt. From the sounds that followed he figured that the man he had collided with had been bowled over. There were oaths a-plenty, and then the prince of the bowie felt somet):iing slap against his neck and twine tightly around it. Simultaneously there came a jerk1 which almost hurled the bowie man from his saddle With a quick lifting of his left hand he caught the sinuous thing that had grippf, his throat and braced hims.elf in the saddle. The thing he held gave way at the farther end, and the man who had wielded it could be heard regaining the back of his horse and racing off. Pawnee Bill followed him, hammering through the night regardless of anything and every.thing but the man ahead. For seviral minutes the race lftsted, and then the man in advance mysteriously but effectually dis appeared. For half an hour th e prince of the bowie hunted for the fellow, finally giving up and1 returning toward the spot where he had separated from his companions. None of the others were there. "They're for the men who attacked us," thought Pawnee Bill. "They'll be back here after a while."

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. But, although the prince of the bowie waited for an hour, not one of his miss ing coi;npanions returned Thinking they might have made their back to the place where the camp had been pitched, Paw;ee Bill went there. He was disapp ointed, however, fcJr the spot held no trace of his companions. "Here' s a go!" he muttered. "Are they cha s mg that outfit, made such an unexpect ed attack on us, or have they been captured, or got loit in the timber?" Pawnee Bill was in a quandary-a quandary that had to do with unpleasant details. \ The startling nature of the attack, coupled with the fact t{lat it had been mad e by white s puzzled him. Why had white men been mixed up in the attack, when the only known foes he and hi s companions had were a1 half-breed and four Cheyennes? Pawnee Bill was asking a good many question s which he found it impossible to answer. Sitting on his horse, 1waiting and listening for some evidence of his ap proaching pards, he pulled through his fingers the ob ject which had so nearly jerked him out of his saddle. He discovered that it was a long blacksnake whip. A queer thing, that, for a rider to be c arrying "It's possible," he thought, "they've gone on to the cabin, expecting to find me there." Cheered by tht thought, he put Chick-Chick to a fast e r pace, galloping through the woods and snapping at twig s and branches with the whipla s h as he/passed Pawnee Bill had earned well his i itle of "prince of the bowie" by marvelous dexter.ity in handling the two edged blade. Equal facility with a riata had caused him, more than once, to be termed "the rope wizard." His s l (ill extended al s o to the black s nake whip, which, in hantls trained to its u s e, ,
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20 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. He spurred cautiously out of the timber and swep t his eyes up the s lope. The side of the cabin was plainly before him; and, s tanding at an open window and peer ing through it, was no less a personage than the half breed hiinself. "What's he at inside?" thought the prince of the bowie. "There's something in the hut that has captured his attentio.n, Ah!" he finished, "he's drawing a _k nife and climbing through the window. I guess it's about time I got busy." Pawnee Bill allowed his reins to dangle from the bit rings, s lid to the ground, took the blacksnake froni the sadd le horn, and started swiftly up the hill. The half-breed was getting inside the house very care fully: By the time he had disappeared from the open ing, the bowie man had almost reached it. Presently he was at the window, staring wide-eyed at the scene before him. Buffalo Bill was sitting in front of a table. An image -easily identified by Pawnee Bill as the ;Ke-week tote{.11 -stood on the table in front of him. The scout, leaning back in his chair, was staring at the totem as thougfi fas cinated. Behind him, creeping up on him with aak ed knife in his hand and with malevolent hate glowing in his tawny face, was the half-breed. For a brief in s tant, the prince of the bowie Wqs as fascinated by the spectacle unroll ed before him as the scout seemed to be by the tot em; then, swif tly, the bowie man thrust the upper half of his body through the win dow. He made some noise, but the half-breed was so wrapped up in his murderous plans against the sc'.}11t that he neither saw the prince of the bowie nor heard him. I Gripping the whip handle firmly, the bbwie man gave the whip a slight circular movement and then threw his right arm forward. 1 The whiR coiled through the air like a sinuous black streak. With a snap like the crack of a pistol the la sh twined itself about the half-breed's right arm. It was neatly and swiftly done-and not until that moment did the a ssassin become a ware that son1e one else was taking a hand in his murderous game. With a swift b&ckward jerk, Pawnee Bill disarmed the half-breed. Buffalo Bill still sat 1staring at the tot em. !" roared the bowie man, throwing hims e lf through the window. The half-breed, with a found like a tiger, made an attempt to escape by the door.' Pawnee Bill grabbed him before he could execute his design and the two 'toppled to the floor in a furious set-to. r Over and over they rolled the clawing, scratching, and biting like a wild cat. He was a larger man than Pawnee Bill, but his muscle s were no match for the bowie man's, and he had not half the skill. With a lightninglike movement, the prince of the bowie got astride his antagonist's body and twined the fingers of one hand around his throat. Then, slow ly but surely, he str;nglecl the half-breed into subm}ssion. When the half-breed's strugg l es had died down, and he lay ga sping like a spen t fish, Pawnee Bill whipped the belt from his prisoner's waist, whirled him over and bopnd his arms behind him. The handkerchief picked up on the scene of the night clash was twisted into a rope and made fast about the prisoner's feet. Pawnee Bill then got up and le
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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 2I "It was here, all right enough." The scout turned and his eyes fell on the back of the pipestone idol. He reached out to lay hands on it and turn it around, but the prince of the bowie restrained him. "Pass that up for now, necarnis," said Pawnee Bill. "Don't look that thing !n the .. eyes-just yet. I don't understand it, and this is hardly the time to make ex periments. You're here, a I'm here; so let's figure a little on what up aglinst." f Buffalo Bill, his brain rapidly cltiaring, jerked the chair around and into it. 1 "You're. here, yes," said he, "and that's something I can't understand. Who's that on the floor?" "That's a breed who was trying to knife you from behind." "Knife l me fron;i behind?" "Nothing else. You were hocused by that Ke-week totem and the breed was creeping up behind you." "You prevented him from using the knife?' "I was lucky enough to be around." ''How?" "I leaned through the open window and di s armed the breed with that blacksnake whip. Thre's magic in the totem, and magic in the black s nake. As it happened and he laughed, "my magic was too much for the breed." "I never saw that half-breed b efore," declared the scou t. "What ha s he got against me?" "Give it up. He had enough against you, though, s o that he was going to sett le scores with the knife." Buffalo Bill got up )l., nd walked unsteadily toward the prisoner. 1 ( CHAPTER XIII. A TIGHT PINCH. The half-breed had recovered hi s breath and his I wits. His eyes were open and he was glaring defiantly at the scout. "Who are you?" the scout demanded. A snarl of rage was hi s only respon se "Why were y9u trying to get at me with that knife?" The prisoner s topped his snarling A l ook of fierce hate crossed his face, but he su llenl y refused to speak. "Did you leave that strange image on the table?" pr.o ceeded the scout. Still no reply from the prisoner. "He won't talk, necarpis," spoke up Pawnee Bill, "but perhaps I can tell you something about the breed and that totem. Si\ clown again. You're a little unsteady yet." The bowie man s hoved the chair forward and the scout lowered himself into it. "Mighty strange," he muttered, "what it was that came over me. There's a lot of explaining to be clone, Pawnee, a"nd if you're qualified to do any of it, go ahead." / "Just a minute." The bowie man knelt at the side and began searching his clothes. From the breast of the flannel shirt he drew out a heavily weighted bag which he dropped clinking on the floor. .A "What's that?" inquired Buffalo Bill. "Five hundred in gold which Nomad collected for me over on the Cimarron." ( "Your money! How did the breed get it away from Nomad?" "I'll come to that in a minute." Pawnee Bill nex:t recovered a pipe and a toba{:co pouch. "Those belong to the baron," said the scout. "And so does this," supp lemented Pawnee Bill, drop ping a knife on the growing pile of recovered property. ;How did the breed get them from the baron, nee ?" asked t;e pel'plexed scout. "The same way that he got this from the baron,'' and Pawnee Bill pulled a letter from the shirt. "Great guns!" gasped the scout. "Why, that's the letter I gave to the baron for Robinson." "An-pe-tu-we The breed's quite a collector. You notic ,e, Pard Bill, that the lett er ,has been opened?" "I see that." '"Well, it was the lett er that gave the breed a line on yoi.1r movements. Because of it he came here and laid a trap for you." "A trap?" \ "Sure-with that Pawnee totem." The prince of the bowie pointed toward the table. "Where did the totem come from?" the scout asked. Pawnee Bill told of the mission of Little Hatchet; -of his buying tie totem for the Kiowas, and ol the capture ?f the totem and of his claybank cayuse by the white man. "Somehow," proceeded Pawnee Bill, "the totem and the claybank cayuse got into the hands oj this breed .' He met the baron, going to Robinson's with your letter, and by means of the totem he worked a hocus-pocus and stripped the baron of his guns, his pipe, knife-and the letter. The baron, when he came to, trailed the breed to Robinson's, getting to the marshal's ranch just as the marshal and Nomad were worrying through the fag end of a trance. Nomad, on his way back from the Cimarron, had stopped at Robinson's for a while. The totem hypnotized both Nick and the marshal, and the breed got away with my five hundred." The scout drew a l ong breath "What else?" he asked. There's more to this, Paw nee."

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22 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIE\ The bowie man went on to explain how Cayuse had left the Kiowas, had found the wounded Little Hatchet, and had learned how a white scoundrel hatl taken the totem and the claybank cayuse from the Kiowa. Then he described Cayuse's meeting with the breed, his rec ognizing the ana attempting force against the claybank's rider only to be stopped by the t0{em. "That totem," muttered the sco ut, "must have been I carved by the Arch Fiend and imbued with infernal powers. Nearly all our pards seem to have fallen vic tims to its baneful influence. What happened to you, Pawnee?" Pawnee set forth his own part in recent events, t e lli ng of the mysterious attack during the night, of his failure to find any of his pards, of his riding on to the hut, and of getting to the hut ju s t in time to exercise a little "blacksnake magic" in behalf of the scout. For several minutes the scout sat silently in his chair, thinking over the weird train of events which had brought about the present situati o n. "I reckon," said he finally, "that I CCl\1 let in a little light. I'll bet a blue stack, Pawnee, that the wh ite man who shot Little Hatchet and took the Indian's horse and the Pawnee totem was Tex Rankin." "Rankin!" exploded 1th e bowie man. "How can that be, necarnis, when Rankin i s at the fort with the_ other three sooners, a wait\ng trial for the killii:g of Jack Hotchkiss ?" "Rankin isn't at the fort," returned the scout. "Read that letter of mine and you'll und erstand ." Pawnee Bi.II snatched up the letter, pulled it from the envelope and read it through. "Escaped!" he muttered; "Tex Rankin 'has escaped!" "That's the size of it," said the scout "And you're of the opinion, Pard Bill, that it was Tex Rankin who shot Little Hatchet and s t o le hi s horse and the totem ?" "Yes. Tex Rankin escap ed from the of-ficers on foot, it was necessary for him to have a horse." "But hardly proves that he1 took Little Hatchet' s !" "I think it does when yo consider the venomous dis position that breed displays toward me. I gather that he's a of Rankin's ; and that Rankin put up this job at the hut arid hired the breed to carry it through for him.'' \ "There's a possibility that you have it right, necarnis," reflected Pawnee Bill. "But what did Ranl<:in know about that totem and its devilish powers? What did th e breed know about them? It's the totem that has caused 1 all the trouble. I've been among the Pawnees for thirty 1years and never that Ke-week t otem was a trance producer!" J "Now, Pawnee," s aid the scout "you're leading up to la\E'oint where commO!J sense and reason are staggered by a knockout blow. I can't why a pipe stone image should have such baneful effects upon / me and my pards. We'll let that go, for the present, .and concern ourselves about Tex Rankin and his present whereabouts. I "He has friends camped in this vicinity-in that old gully where Cayuse fir$ encountered the sooners-and I'll make a guess that three o( rnen, who cal)1e to this cabin last night, wer the ones who set upon your in the timber. But lwe'll see/what we can learn from the breed." The scout shifted his eyes on the prisoner. The half breed had been listening to the talk that had passed be tween the pards and an expression, as of wonder, had crossed his face. That expression had changed to one of grim satisfaction, and again to sullen defiance as the scout dropped his eyes to his face. "Who was that white man who sl;ot the Kiowa and took the Kiowa's h orse and the Ke-week totem?" de manded Buffalo Bill. "Him Rankin," grunted the breed. "I didn't think he'd admit it," muttered Pawnee Bill. "The fact that he does admit it gives me a hunch that he's lying." "I don't think so," said the scout. "He has every thing to gain and nothing to lose b,y making a clean breast of this matter. Rankin g<\ve you the claybank horse and the totem?" he went on, to the prisoner. "Wuh !" "Why did he give up his horse to you? He needed a horse pretty badly himself." "My cayuse fresh, claybank tired," explained the breed. "Rankin take fresh cayuse.': I "I see. Rankin hired you to come to this cabin and way lay me,1 did he?" "Wuh." 1 "How did Rankin know I was to be here?" "Paper talk' tell um.'' "He's lying," rapped out Pawnee Bijl sharply. "It was the breed himself who got the paper talk from the baron, and at tJte time he got it he was riding the clay bank cayuse and had the totem. He's not giving the straight of this, necarnis." "Me see um Rankin after me ketch um paper talk," explained the half-breed glibly. I Pawnee Bill turned away with a snort of contempt. "Let what he tells you, Pard Bill," advised the bowie man, "go in one ear and out of the qther. It's not worth listening to." "\Vhere is Tex Rankin now?" asked the scout. . "Me take yo u where you find um," replied the prisoner. "YOU go, huh?" "Not yet a while," answered the scout. "There's some thing about you that's crooked. I'll find out what it is before I make any bargain to follow you to Ran-

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES 23 kin. Pawnee!" he cried, turning suddenly on the \ bowie man, "you'd better keep away from that." Pawnee Bill had turned the Ke-week totem around on the table and was staring at it. "I'm experimenting, necarnis," answered Pawnee Bill. "If Ke-week puts it over on me, just trot down to the river, get a 1hatful of water, and throw it on me. That will-On-she-ma-da, what a queer feeling I'm getting! I joshed the baron and Nomad about letting the totem take a fall out of them, but call me a greaser if-if--" Pawnee Bill's words died away into silence. Stand ing rigid and erect in front of the table, he went into the usual condition of one who peered for a few seconds into the eyes of the buffalo god. The scout got up and started toward his pard. At the same instant a revolver cracked outside the hut and a bullet zipped into the room. The scout whirled, startled. At that moment he caught a glimpse of Newt, the Texan, just fading from the open door. The Texans were attacking the hut! Here was a pinch, and 'a tight one. The scout was alone, with the prisoner to look after. "Pawnee!" he roared desperately. But Pawnee Bill stood quietly in front of the Jable, unaware of the perils that threatened. With a leap the scout reached the door and slammed it shut; the next moment he whirled on the window and sent a shot through it as a warning. CHAPTER XIV. REENFORCEMENTS ARRIVE FOR TTTE PARDS. After putting the shot through the window, the scout's next move was characteristic of his iron firmpess during a cri s i s \Vith a jump he reached the table, caught up the Ke-week totem and hurled it on the floor. It cra s hed into a dozen pieces. Planting his heel on the buffalo head he ground it into powder. "So much for that," h\e muttered, between his teeth. "Ke-week has claimed his la s t victim. Now to get out of this fix the totem has got us into." Through a chink in the l o g walls the scout surveyed the situation outside the cabin. The five Texans from the camp of the desperadoes had all to the attack. They must have discovered that the scout was in the place quite early that morning, and have assembled in force for the a ss ault. Two of the Texans had the trunk of a small tree. The scout at fir s t thought they were intending to it as a battering-ram against the door. The door was not fa s tened and there was no bar or lock for it. Buffalo Bill had pushed the table against it, but a strong push would have sent the table flying. The tree trunk was not to be used as a battering-ram, however. The two Texans dropped it hastily, its lower encl on the ground amd its upper end against the edge of the roof. "Ah!" muttered the scout, "they're planning to drop jn on us from overhead! We'll call that move right now." '/ In order to keep the dazed Pawnee Bill out of the way of flying lead, the scout grabbed him by the shoulders and forced him down behind the overturned table. After: that, the scout did some firing between the logs, winging Sam, the Texan, just as he was halfway between the ground and the roof. Sam fell from the tree trunk with a howl, sprang up and raced down the hill, clasping his lef( arm with his right hand as he went. All the Texans retreated. A little way down the hill, on the side below the window, was a bit of a cut-out crossing the hill slope. This cut-but could be made to serve as a rifle pit, and into it all five of the Texans tumbled. )'hen, carefully keeping their bodies out of sight, the desperadoes began shooting at the cabin. Lead spatted through the dow, and now and again a slug found entrance between the logs. The scout had several close calls, but not nearly so l\1any as he would have had if the bullets had not entered the cabin at such a high angle. Most of the lead went into the top of the wall, opposite the win dow, and some of it struck the f roof rafters. All the while this merry give-and-take was in progress, Pawnee Bill, wide-eyed and utterly oblivious of what was goi1'g forward, lay behind the table. In due course he began to revive, just as the baron, Nomad, Robinson, and Cayuse had revived. The rattle of revolvers in his ears confused him not a little . in Sam Hill is going on?" he oolled, rising to his knees and staring around him. "Nomad! Baron l Cayuse! What's the trouble?" "Pull yourself together, Pawnee," answered the scout, pulling trigger with the muzzle of his six-shooter between the logs. "We're picking a bone with the Texans, but they're careful to keep out of sight and not give fne much of a chance at them." "Thnt you, necarnis ?" mumbled the bowie man. \ "Yes." "I guess the totem's all Nomad says it is. It certainly got me and-and--" "It won't get you or anybody else again, Pawnee," declared the scout. "I've cooked Ke-week's goose for him." "What have you done?" "Look on the floor in front df yow." Confusedly Pawnee Bill stared at the shattered image, pushing his fingers through the fragments and gropine toward the light with his disordered mind. I

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. "Broken!" he muttered. "I tried to make the wreck complete," said the scout. His just then, was drawn to a fresh move on the part of the Texans. They were distributing them selves along the crease1 in the hillside, some of them reaching a point where their bull e ts would angle through the window in such a way as to sweep the greater part of t h e hut's it'lterior. "Get your wits back as soon as po ssi ble, Pawnee," said the scout. "Thpse Texans will have us jumping in here like peas on a hot griddle in half a minute." "I'm g etting all right, necarni s,'' answered the bowie l ifting himself upright against th e wall and peer in g out bet een the logs. "Of course th05e ki-yis had to jump the cabirl just when I was clown and out on ac count of that inferna l totem. What've they done with our h orses?" too many for rhe. I left Bear Paw in front of I suppose they have taken the mounts off i nto the woods. There they go!" he added s uddenly. "Look out!" I The revo l vers sputtered down the slope and bullet s into the .l'foom. One oj. the leaden mi ss iles r i pped a hole in Pawnee Bill's sleeve. "That wakes me up completely, Pard Bill!" cried the pri n ce o f the bowie. "Here's where I get into the turm o il w ith both guns." D r a win g his Weapons, he poked their muzzles betwee n the l ogs. Before he could fire, howev y r, some one else began firing from farther below the Texans, at the edge o f the timber. I Bapg, bang! went the concealed six-shooters, kicking up the dust in the rear of the besiegers. The resu l t, so far as the Texans were concerned, was ludiarous As one man they leaped from their trench and l aid a bee line down the hill, hu s tlipg for all th e y were worth to g et away from the hut and from the marksmen i n t he woods. "What does that mean?'.! cried Pawnee Bill. / "It means that our missing pards have shown up,'' l a\lghed the scout. "Those fellows are legging it like a lot of antelopes Ah! See there, Pawnee!" The scout stepped to the window and pointed in the direocion of t h e timber line. "Robinson, Nomad, and Little Cayuse! They're ridin g up here and they've got Bear Paw, ChickChick, and the claybank !" "Scoot-a-wah-boo jubilated the bowie man, throw ing the table from the door and hurling the door open. "This pards !" he yelled, placing himself in plain view of those below. The trapper and the mar_gial gave vent to delighted yells and waved their h<\ts. The scout, s tepping out be s i de Pawne e Bill, hurried down the s l ope with him to me et the reenforcements. / "Waal," exulted old Nomad, "I reckon we got hxar in time ter chase away them pizen coyotes! An' you, Pawnee, must er got hyar right in ther nick ter keep Buffier f.rom gittin' his gruel. How erbout et?" "He did," answered the scout. "Where have you fellows been?" demanded Pawnee Bill; "What's become of the baron?" "We haven't seen anything of the baron since we got separated la s t night, Pawnee Bill," answered Robinson. "We were all scattered,, and all hunt_ing for one another. I found Nomad, an hour or two after the men that at tacked us had vanished, and along about morning we discovered Cayuse. "The three of us then went hunting for you and the aron. We had to give it up, after a while, and decided that it would be best to ride on here. We had a notion that you and the baron, after mi ss ing us, might make I for this place." I had the same notion about you,'' laughed Pawnee Bill. "You don't suppose, do you,'' struck in the scout, "that the Texans wiped out our Dutch parcl ?" "I'm too happy for gru esome thought s, necarnis," re turned the bowie man. "Anyhow, I don't believe that the'rexan lives who can wipe out the baron. He's prob ably lost himself in the woods, or else his mule has de veloped a contrary mood and won't take the where he wants to go. He'll show up, sqoner or later, I'll gamble." "Seen anythin' o' Ke-week?" grinned old Nomad. "We've sponged Ke-week off the slate,'' answered Pawnee Bill. "How's that?" questioned Robin so n. "Buffalo Bill smashed the totem, and you can l oo k at it now till' you're gray-h eaded without ever getting a drowsy feeling." "Ugh!" muttered Little Cayuse. "Kiowas feel h eap d ma / 1 "We've kept the Kiowas from a lot of foolishness," sa!d the scout. "The Kiowas are out twenty poni es, but it was a cheap priCe to pay for getting rid of the totem,'' added Pa,v nee Bill. "I did you a wrong, Nick-yo u, and Robinson, and the baron, and Cayuse. The totem accomplished all that you said did'." How the image managed it I don't kn ow, but it certainly vas the good s It got Pard Bill on th e run, and then I experimented and got on the run my Sli;lf: Whoosh! what a feeling it gave a man." "Totem him heap big medicine," declared Cayuse. "How do you explain the effect the totem' s eyes bad on a person, Buffalo Bill?" queried Robinson. "I'm not trying to explain it," was the scout's an swer. "Psychol ogy will have to be dug into for an explanation, and psychology i s a bee I never had buzzing in my sombrero. \ There's something else, just now,

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. which yo ought to know, \ Robinson. It's the thing I wanted y u to meet me l:iere for. Tex Rankin was being removed from Reno to Smith-and he escaped on the road.'' This was a bombshell for the marshal, Nomad, and Cayuse. The scout explained briefly. "Now," he finished, the half-breed prisoner admits that he got the claybank pony and the totem from Ran kin, and he will take us to where Rankin is--or so he says .. Pawnee and I, however, think the breed is crooked, and that he's trying to work? some sort of a game on u s We might go up to the hut and talk with him further; then--" Little Cayuse i nterrupted the scout with a shrill whoop "Half-breed make um g e taway!" he yelled, pointing. Startled eyes were turned down the river slope of the hill. little Piute was right. The half-breed was two-thirds of the way to the river and going like a streak. "He's slipped his bonds and made off!" roared Pawnee Bill. "Chasd after him!" Pawnee jumped for Chick-Chick's saddle, whi le the scou threw himself upon Bear Paw. The claybank, for the time being, was left to his own devices. All the pards, just then, were giving their entire attention to the pursuit of the half-breed. CHAPTER XV. A STUNNING SURPRISE. ... The escaped prisoner was without a hor se. Nomad, Robinson, and Cayuse had picked up the claybank pre. sumably close to the place whe re they had found Bear Paw and Chick-Chick. The claybank, it will be re membered, had been left by the half-breed near the edge of the river. The half-bre ed's flight was taking him ip. the direction of the s pot where he evidently believed his horse would be found. 'rhe scout and hi s pards, charging down the slope at top speed, saw the fugitive run into the timber and out of it again. He was yelling wrathfully and s haking his I fists. The horse was not to be found and he was forced to continue his flight on foot. The pursuers saw him wade out into the riv e r and hurry to get across In his haste he s tumbled and went under three or four times. "He took ther baron's gun s," shouted o l d Nomad, "but he left 'em on the claybank." "He hasn't a weapon to hi s name!" declared Pawnee Bill. ''Unless he picked up his knife from the floor of the hut," added the scout. '-"I was forgetting about that," assente d the bowie man. "Deserted Jericho! see how he 's ducking himself. He'll get across though, before we can overha1'! him." "It's better anyway to overhaul him on dry ground than in thwiver," returned the scou t. Just as the foremost of the pards reached the river 's edge, the half-breed, wet as a drowned rat, emerged from the water and began sp la shin g his way up the brush-covered bank. The foremost of the pards happened to be old Nomad, ,I the momeht he saw the fugitive leaving the water, he sat back in his saddle and s tared. "Why don't you go on over, Nomad?" called Robin son spurring his horse a l ongside "Somethin's ther matter with thet _pizen breed!" the 014 trapper shouted. "Look at him, Buffler He's color. Gitt in ducked in ther river has had a quare effect on him." All the pards, by then, were reined up along the river margin, and all were starin g as though stunned the 1 man on the other bank. The reddish bronze had been washed from his face and hands, and the sk in \'(as showin g white. "Call a greq.ser if I c an sabe thi s !" r uttered Paw nee Bill. "That fell ow is Rankin!" cried the scout "He had painted or hi s skin and the water washed tl;l.e stuff off! He's no more a half-breed than we are!"Amazemen t filled every one in the scout'; party. It seemed impossible to the scout and the bowie man that ':(ex Rankin, masquerading as a half-bree\f, could I have fooled them so completely And yet the fact spoke .. for it self There was no g ett ing around it. W hile the pards sat in their sadd les and looked, re covering from their astonishment as best they could, another surprise was sprung From a clump of bushes a form l eaped out and grap pled wit h Rankin. The fugitive was caught at a disad vantage, and the man who had made the attack had him do:Vn on back b efo re he fairly realized what was gomg op.) "Vere i ss der totem?" yelled the man who was kneel ing on Rankin with both knees and orrying at his. throat with both hands; "for vy don'd you pull der Ke veek totem orf me und pu t me on der blink mit it, hey? Now, py shinks I ged efen mit you for der drouples vat you made me !" "Whoop ya ye lled old Nomad. "Ef thar ain't our. Dutch pard I'm er Piegan !" "The baron," cried Pawnee Bill, "sure as snooting I He came back at jus t the right time." With a tremendous sp la sh every hor s e tooK to the wa ter, and the whole surface of the ri ve r gey ser ed under. th e wild plunging of the animals to make speed in get ting across. When the pards rode up on the othet:

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' THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. bank the baron was still clinging like a leech to his cap tive. "I got h\m, py shiminy grickeds !" yelled the baron. "Ven I seen him from der pushes gedding into der rifer on der odder site he looked like der halui-preed, aber ven he come oudt on dis site he don'd look like der haluf preed. Vat's der answer, Puffalo Pill?" "The answer is, baron," laughed the scout, "that the half-breed and Tex are one and the same. Ran kin was masquerading as the half-breed, that's all. You remember how Ronmey's sorrel thoroughbred ewas stained to change its color, and how the color came off when Red Jennings rode the horse through a creek? Well, we've discovered Tex Ra kin in precisely the same way-and after he had fooled Pawnee and me to the top of bent." Robinson, with the help of Nomad and Pawnee Bill, had snapped a pair of handcuffs on Tex Rankin's wrists. "I've got that confounded Dutchman ter thank fer this t' fumed Rankin. "I ort ter killed him when I had him locoed by the totem. If I had, this wouldn't 'a' happened!" "Don't fool yourself, Rankin," said Pawnee Bill. "You couldn't have got away from us even if the Dutch man hadn't been here. You were on foot and we'd have overtaken you." "I'd have got ter some o' my declared Ran kin, "an' we could hev made er fight.'' "Where did you get that half-breed toggery, Rankin?" asked the scout. !'Old Scatred Face, who throwed me down at the wind-up, fixed me out with it,'' glowered the baffled scoundrel. "I wish I had that onnery red whelp whar I could git at him. He was ter come with three buck Cheyenne s an' help me-but he never come. If my friends from th e Panhandle had knowecl the fix I was in, that time they was shoot in' up the cabin, they'd never hev took ter their heels like they clone. But I didn't
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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. make a sashay in the direction of the camp of the Texans. If they happen to be there, we'll have a brid I exchange of opinions." "Or bullets," laughed the prince of the bowie. "I'm not particular." Breaking away from the rest of their pards, the scouf, the bowie man, and the marshal recrossed the river and galloped at speed in the direction of the gully wherethe Texans had pitched their camp. But the gully was deserted. There were signs that the Texans had pulled up stakes and taken a hurried departure for other parts. "They wise to make that declared Rob inson. "That last brush they had with us, a the cabin," said the scout, "must have filled them with panic. They didn't lose a second getting out of the way after you, Nomad, and Cayuse showed up and began firing, RotJ::' inson. We'll hurry back to the cabin and, just to be on the safe side against the Texans, see how quick we can transfer Rankin from the Washita back to Reno." "Good idea, necarnis !" approved Pawnee Bill. The horses were headed for the cabin and of the three riders rattled sharply. CHAPTER XVI. .._ CONCLUSION. Not much time was spent by the pards in the cabin, Buffalo Bill, Pawnee Bill, and Robin s on got from the gully. The Te:xans might be hurrying south in the direction of the Panhandle, or they might be hunt/ ing for Scarred Face and his three Cheyennes and look ing for a likely spot in which to ambush the pards and effect a rescue of Rankin. scout, now that Ran kin was a prisoner, wanted to get out of that part of the country without loss of time. Pawnee Bill found his gold in the cabin, and the baron, greatly to his delight, recove\.ed his pipe, his knife, his silver, and his six-shooters. For some reason or other, in following Buffalo Bill to the cabin, had left the belt and revolvers with the claybank cayuse and taken with him only his knife. Little Cayuse picked up all the fragments of the Ke week totem and piled them on a handkerchief; then, knotting the handkerchief at the corners, he pushed the s mall bundle into his medicine bag. "What're ye goin' ter do with thet mess o' hocus pocus stuff, son?" queried Nomad. "Give um to Kiowa," answered Cayuse. The ride to the big b\!nd of the Washita was quickly made, and without any untoward incident. The Texans did not show themselves, and neither did Scarred Face and the three Little Hatchet was still keeping house in Scarre@l Face's hut when the scout and his party arrived in the bend. He came out to greet the Piute and the white men, and had to be held back from taking swift venge ance on the manacled Rankin. "Him white thief who steal um cayuse and totem!" growled the Kiowa. 1 "We've discovered that, Kiowa," said the scout. "We bring back your claybank cayuse." "You ketch um totem?" demanded Little Hatchet breathlessly. "Totem busted," announced Little Cayuse. "Me bring um pieces." 'Fhe 'Kiowa took the knotted handkerchief from Little Cayuse, untied the corners and laid the fragments on the ground at his feet. The sight demoralized Little Hatchet. He beat his clenched fists against his fore head in the fierce agony of his disappointment. "The Ke-week totem was 4'ad medicine, Little Hatchet," said tl/e scout. "Him bad medicine now," was the, reply; "good med icine before him broke." "The totem couldn't have helped the any," went on the scout. "Him no help Kiowas now," was the gruesome re sponse. "Do the Kiowas think that a thing like the totem could drive the whites out of the country?" "Kiowas no think um now." "The Kiowas will be better off if they make the most of what they have." "Kiowas no got much left," was the disconsolate re joinder. "They've got all they're entitled to, Little Hatchet," put in Pawnee Bill. ""'Get on your claybank cayuse and go home. Take the broken totem with you. It's a heap safer for everybody,-broken as it is; and it will do the Kiowas just as much good." \i\Then the scout and his pards1 rode away from Scarred Face's hut, Little Hatchet was still mourning over the broken totem. Early the next morning Tex Rankin was back in Fort Reno. Bennett and Yarnall were there to greet him, and to extend felicitations to the scout and his pards on account of their splendid success in recapturing the es caped prisoner. The pards, while at the fort, said little about their ex periences with the Ke-week totem, but that night, in the Kingfisher hotel, they discussed the matter at some length. "Did you ever see a man hypnotized, Robinson?" asked the scout.

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. "Once or twice," answered the marshal. "Did you ever ;;ee the hypnotizing done by means of an object held in front of the subject's eyes?" "Can't say that I ever did." "I've seen the thing done that way. It's a simple prop osition and the subject really hypnotizes himself." "What's all that got to do with the Ke-week totem, necarnis ?" queried Pawnee Bill. "Why," was the scout's answer, "I think that a state of hypnosis was induced by means of the eyes of the image. They were peculiar eyes. Taken in conjunction with the buffalo head on a human body, the eyes were sure to draw the attention of any one who looked at the totem." "All that, Buffalo Bill, sounds reas0nable," said Rob inson, "and may have had something to do with the hypnotic effects of the Ke-week I'm not up enough in that sort of knowledge to be able to pass an intelli gent opinion. In using the image, Rankin always kept the face of it away from him." "I'm not familiar enough with hypnotism to get com plete satisfaction ou of the explanation I have ad vanced," admitted the scout, "and, speaking for myself, there are a good many things connected with the Ke week totem that will always be a mystery. Eh, Pawee ?" "Yes, Pard Bill," returned the prince of the bowie. "What we don't know about some things in world fills a larger book than what we do. The totem, according to the Pawnees, was thrown down from heaven during a thunderstorm. That's where the Pawnees got it wrong. It was never thrown down from heaven, but was passed up from that other place, below. That's my theory." The scout laughed, but the baron hunched himself to gether and hugged himself with his arms. "Don'd shpeak like dot," he begged. "Sooch oxberi ences as ve hat mit der totem iss to be forgodden so kevick as bossiple. Dey vas a varning." "What sort of a warning, baron?" queried Pawnee Bill. "A varning nod to haf somet'ing to do mit any more totem, py shinks I vill run der odder vay nexdt time I see sooch a t'ing. I don'd like totems." "Y e're all wrong, Buffler, in explainin' how thet totem got in its work." This from old Nomad, with an awed look around him into space. ''"What's wrong with my explanation, Nick?" asked the scout. "Ye left out ther things thet ralely put ther crimps inter a feller's brain when he looked at ther Ke-week thing." "What things?" "Whiskizoos." Pawnee Bill went off into a roar of mirth. The scout and the marshal joir16.d in. "Don1t do thet !" begged the old trapper, with so much earnestness that the laughter died away suddenly. "Why can't we laugh at your foolishness if we want to?" asked the bowie man. "Bekase ye'll git Jonahed. Whiskizoos is quare, thet erway. They becomes all worked up when a feller ques tions 'em, but ef a feller b'leeves in 'em they kinder lets him alone. Anyways, this hyar ain't ther fttst time Buffler Bill an' pards hev up ag'inst totems." "When was J;lie other time, Nick?" asked Pawnee Bill. "Down in Phoenix, Arizony, in a chink layout thar. A big idol done bizness, and et vvas with its eyes, to9. thet, Buffler ?" The scout nodded, a smile twitching at the corners of his lips. "Likewise," went on the trapper earnestly, "Cayuse remembers et. Then, ag'in thar was thet time we mixed up with the b'ar totem o' the Yaquis. Injuns is some quare erbout totems." "\Nhile there are some matters connected with the totem we cant understand, friends," spoke up Robinson, "we all know, as well as we can know any thing, that Tex Rankin, Red Jennings, Baxter, and Len a way wili now get their just des erts at the hands of the law." "They will thet !" declared old Nomad, with enthu siasm. "And Buffalo Bill and his pards are the one s to be congratulated on the outcome, which is certainly highl y beJJeficial to the new lands recently turned over to the white settlers." "Yah, so," agreed the barori. "Ve haf hat some ox citing exberiences since ve come oop from der Texas Banhantle, I bed you." \ "And not the least of them," said Pawnee Bill, "is our brief acquaintance with buffalo god of the Pawnees." THE END. 'vVe're just so excited over the story you'll get next week that we'd like "to tell you all about it now, but that wouldn't do at all. Surely no dangerous, desperate gang of outlaws ever put up a more ingenious game to get away with a big wad of money. And you will won der, as we do, that the two great scouts ha'1 even half a chance to get in some of their marvelous team work. We'll give you just one tip: the pards would have got a rough deal if it hadn't been for our old friend, Baron Schnitzenhauser. The baron got in with both feet, and did and said more funny things than you ever saw or heard at a theatre. Watch out for it. And begin it early in the evening, or you'll have to sit up all night, as ,we did. The number is 492.

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THE YOUNG CAPTIVE C HIEF The Black S w an, Captain Shaw, ma s ter, with n1>' brother, Jack Hallett, as supercargo, was bound out to the coast of Africa, to bring home freight of palm o il, gold dust, and oth e' r produce of the countr,1. We had sca,rcely taken our departure from Boston before Captain Shaw fell ill, and Mr. Barr, the first mate, took charge of the vessel. He might have been a very good seaman, but he had not l:ieen out to that part of the coast before. I 1ad accompanied my brother to learn the way of trading, hoping soon to get a similar situation to his. We had sighted Cape Bojad9.r one evening, and, the wind being fair, the mate said he should make a straight course for the Cape de Verde. You forget the way the currents run about here," said Jack. "They have a strong set inshore." ''If you are c o mmi ss ioned by the owners to take charge of thi s ve ss el, I will give her up to you said the mate, who did not like his authority interfered with; ''if not, wait till your advice i s a s ked." Jack and I were walking the deck at night. "We are keeping much too clo s e to the s hore," he observed. "If the wind were to shift to the westward we should be in a pre tty pickle." The wind did shift to the westward before another hour h a d pa ss ed, and blew strong e r and s trong e r. just as eight bell s had struck in the1 first watch a loud grating sound was heard. "Down with the helm!" shouted the mate. It wa s too late; the vessel would not come about, bu drove on till she stuck hard an9 fast, with her broad de to the sea. The captain-ill as he was-came on deck, and ordered us to lower a boat. "Hallett," he said, "do yott take your brother an d three hands and a s hore. The rest of us must remain and try to get the vessel afloat." We did a s he t o ld us, carrying along rope, so as to fonn a communication with the shore, th a t, should the worst come, those who remained on board might have a chance of gaining it. f We had got within fifty'fathoms when a roller came hiss ing up, cap s i z ed the boat, .and sent us all struggling into" the water. I struck out, calling to Jack, and the next instant found my feet touching the sand. I scrambled out, but on looking round, what was my horror n o t to di s c 0 v e r my brother. Jus t then I saw a head and arms rising amid the surf. I darted forward and dragged the perso n up. It was Jack. He came quickly to himself. t Together we rescued the three seamen, but the boat was knocked to pieces, and the end of the rope lost. We could neither return nor help those on board to reach the s h o re. The wind wals increasing, the clouds coverl!d the sky, and we lost sight of our vessel. Finding that we could do nothing on the bea ch we sou ght for shelter the lee of a sand hill, where, exhauste d by our exertions, we fell asleep. / When we awoke the next morning and looked ou t n o t a ve s tige of the vessel could we see, but the beach was stre wn with wi:eck, and here and there lay the dead bodies o f ou r s hipmates We were hungry and thirsty, but no wate r c oul d we discover. "There may be streams, notwithstanding," said Jack. "Many lost themselves in the sand; we must push in l and in search of one; and the rocks will supply us with food." We had provided ourselves with broken spars to suppor t our steps, and serve as weapons of defense. Before starting we got enough shell fish from the rocks to make a hearty meal, and took some in our pockets, but it was water we wanted. All that day we pushed on eastward, and the next and the next. Our shell fish having turned ba d, we were 15tarving. At last, getting to the top .of a san(i hill to look out, Jack fancied he saw some green trees in th8, dis tance. There may be an oasis out there with water," he said. "\V e must try to gain it." In spite of the hot sun beating down on our heads, we went on. Still the oasis, if such it was, appeared as far off as ever. Jack cheered us on One o the seamen declared he could go no farther, and s ank c\own, begging us to bring him water if we should find it. In vain we tried to persuade him to come along, and a t last had to le.ave him to his fate! Poor Ned f liquor had been his bane. He had got hold of spirits the night before we drov e ashore. We hurried on, eager to ol;>taiil water, not only for our s elve s but that we might rescue our shipmate from death. \Ve were almo s t sinking, when our eyes were cheered by a grove of trees, though still far off. Jack acknowledged that they could not have been visible from where he had supposed he had seen them : ''They are date trees," he exclaimed. "They will afford us food, and water we may hope to find unde r them." As we drew near, our eyes were gladdened by the sight of a small pool, formed by a spring bubbling out of the earth. Falling on our knee s we eagerly baled the water into our m o uths with our hand s Thus revived, the two seamen were able to climb the trees and obtain as many bunches of dates as we wanted We now thought of our s hipmate; but when tpe sun went down, the sky became overcast, and to fint:: him in the da r k s eeme d impo ss ible. "We can't let him die," said Jack. 1'I am ready to run t he r i s k." '"And I will go with you," I said. This remark s hamed our two companions, Ben Hol d ing and Tom Hill, who had thrown themselves on the grou nd to sleep, and they agreed to accompany us . Jack thought he knew the direction to take, and i n the cool of night traveling was easier than in the daytime. We thought not of lions, or leopards, o r othe r beasts of prey. Though ready to sink with fatigue, we went on unti l w e fancied that we had reached the spot where we had left poo r Ned. We shouted his name, but no answer came. W e searched about, keeping within hail of ea c h othe r At length Ben Holding cried out : "Here he is I"

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-, THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. \Ve hurried up, but poor Ned was dead. We were too much fatigued to return to the oasis, so, throwing ourselves dov-'n under the shelter of a sand heap, we fell asleep. The sun had already risen high when I awoke. On going to the top of a sarid hill to look out for the oasis, I saw between it and us a number of objects. I called to Jack, who joined me. "There are two parties on camels and horses, it seems to me," he said. "One flying from the othe.r." Descending the sand hiH, we concealed ourselves behind it, lest we should be discovered; but, unable to re strain my curiosity, I crept on one side, whence 1 could see what was going forward. The fugitives had turned around to meet their pursuers. A fierce fight was going forward, in which the camels on both sides seemed to be taking a part by kicking and leaping at each other, and I could hear their peculiar crie s amid the clash of the weapons and the shouts of the combatants. I saw a person, who h a d apparently been thrown from his camel, come rushing at headlong speed toward the sand hill. I drew back, and in another minute he came around to where we lay. He was a mere boy, dressed in loose trousers, a silk jacket, a shawl around his waist, and a turban on his head. His alarm -at seeing us was so great that he was running on to avoid us, when Jack, who spoke Arabic, called to him gently, telling him that we were friends. On this, he came and crouched down close to us, trembling in eyery limb. "From whom were you flying?" asked Jack. "From the Ouadelins, who carried me off from m.y father's camp," said the young A9ab "But were your friends not pursuing them?" Jack. "No. Those who attacked my captors are equafly to my people; and had they taken me, I should hav'e fared worse than before," he answered. / From the sollnds which reached our ears knew that the fight was still raging, but moving farther and farther from where we lay. The young Arab, however, could not refrain from trying to see what was going on, and had Jack not pulled him back, would very likely have been discovered. At length the sound s ceased, and, crawling to the brow of the hillock, so as just to look over it, I saw the two parties still apparently carrying on a straggling fight in the far distance. We were by this time hungry and very thirsty. "Come; let's be going / back to the date grove," cried Ben, "for my throat is like a dust bin." "Should the Arabs come back they'll carry us off, if we do," said Jack. "Better bear our hunger and thirst till the coast is clear." It was all we could do, however, to restrain the men. Selim, the young Arab, said that Jack's advice was good, and advised us to remain concealed for the present. At last and Tom declared that they could stand it no longer, and, in spite of Jack's warning, set off, runnipg for the date grove. / We watched them as far as we could see their figures. At lene:th they appeared to have entered it. t They had been for some time, when Selim, who had been looking out at the top of a hill, said that his enemies were making for the date grove. My fear was, that Ben and Tom would be on their way to rejoin us, and, being seen by the Arabs, would lead them to our hiding place. The Arabs came nearer and nearer. I fancied that I saw our two shipmates just coming out of the grove, but they, on perceiving the Arabs, darted back again, trying to conceal themselves. Their capture was certain. , The Arabs reached the date grove, and, to our dismay, appeared to be pceparing to pass the night there. Our sufferings now became intense. vVe feared, also, that the sailors would be compelled to betray us. The evening was approaching, and I felt that I could scarcely hope to live through the night if we could not obtain food. Suddenly Selim, observing our countenances, which showed what we were / feeling, put his hand in his pocket, and, producing a quantity of dried dates, offered them to us. Though our thirst was great, we were able to eat them, and felt much revived. "They will go by daylight to-morrow," said Selim, pointing to the grove, "and then may obtain water." When night came on we lay down to rest. There was little risk now of being discovered by our enemies, but a lion or some other wild beast might scent us out. Both Jack and I, however, were too tired to keep awake; but Selim seemed to divine our thoughts, and offered to sit up and watch while we slept. He was faithful to his trust. When the dawn broke, and t awoke, I saw him still sitting with his eyes fixed on us. "The Ouadelins are on the move," he said, "but we must lie close, or they will di s cover us." I, however, went to the top of the hillock, on which a few bushes growing completely concealed me. Thence I could see the date grove. In a short time the Arabs appeared, mounted on their camels, moving northward. We waited till they had disappeared in the distance, then we all three hurried toward the grove. On reaChing it, we lost not a moment in quenching our thirst, and as soon as we had recovered our voices we shouted for Ben and Tom. No answer returned. We hunted abQut in all directions, and at last came to the conclusion that the Arabs had carried them off Thex had also taken away a large portion of the dates, but a few remained, which Selim, climbing a tree, got for us. We remained in the grove all day, eating dates and drinking water. "I say,-Pred, we can't live here forever," said Jack, "for we shall soon h,ave eaten up all the provisions the country supplies. I must consult with Selim as to what course to pursue." Selim advised that we move northward. It was a long journey to tents of his people, he said, but he thought that he could coriduct us in safety. Accordingly, after anotHer night's rest, having loaded ourselves with dates, and fortunately discovered a leathern bot tle, which we filled with water, we set out. It had evidently been left behind by the Arabs. Selim advised us to be very careful of the water, it might be mar.iy days before we could reach another spring. With our sticks in our hands, we trudged over the plain Though the heat was great, the country as we advanced was less arid and than farther south. Aftiir traveling for five days, we unexpectedly came upon another date grove, shading a pool. Here we replenished our pro isions and water, and, after a.whole day's rest, again set forward. I can give but a m_ger description of our journey. Day ,rter day we trudged on, sometimes almost starved, and to die of thirst. Occasionally we saw what we sup posed to be canivans moving in the dista'ljlce. Selim advised us not to attempt to join them, as he feare d the Arabs might carry us off to sell as slaves. At length one day, as we were traversing "Wide, open plain without either hillocks or bushes, we saw some moving objects in the distance. They neared us rapidly, and we soon made them out to be a body of men on camels' backs. "The camels are of the Bu Saif breed," cried Selim. "We cannot escape them." "Then let us stand still and1not make the attempt," said Jack. We stood, as Jack advised, togethe?-.; he in front, Selim and I on either side of him. As -the camels drew nearer, we saw that they were ridden by dark-skinned fel lows, brandishing swords and spears. Uttering loud shouts, they made as if; they would cut

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,THE BUFF.AJ.:.O BILD STORIES. 31 us down, when suddenly Selim darted forward, and, raising his hands, exclaimed: "I'm Selim Ben Hamid, the., soh of the chief of the Malashlas. Spare these white men; they are friends." The Arabs, instead of cutting us to pieces, mstantly reined in their camels. 'One of their l eaders took up Selim behind him, and two others, Jack and me, in their fashion treating us with great respect, then turning their camels' heads, agnin set t>ff at full speed northward. "I say, Fred, how do you like it?" asked Jack. 1 Not at all; but it's better than being killer;!," I answered, for in a few minutes from the rough motion of the camel the skin was nearly worn off my legs. The remainder of the day we traveled on till we reached another oasis, where OtJr riends encamped, a d very glad Jack and I were to get some rest. Selim told us that we had many more days' journey before we c ould reach the camp of his people. When Jack said that he didn't think we could bear the bumping, he replied that we should soon get accustomed to it. The night's rest and some black biscuit in addition to the da te s restored our strength; .and we proceeded on oI" .journey. I thought someti)Ties that I should have to gjve in, for the enduring camels moved hours together w it hout stop ping What they and their masters were made of I c ould not conceive, for they went on witho ut ood1 and we, their riders, ate oBly a handful of dafes. As Selim had remarked, we did get accustomed to it, how ever, though by the time we reached his father's tents we were little more than skin and bone. As the old chief saw us he came out, and, after embracing his son, who told him of the services had re}ldered, expressed his gratitude to us in a long harangue, n9'(: a w o rd of I understood. As he was on fdendly terms with the tribes to the north, he promised to forward us After spending a week at his tents, we recommenced our journey, accompanied for several days by Selim, from whom we parted with much regret. He promised that ilie would use every endeavor to discover Ben and Tom, and obtain their release. Two years afterward, when I went out as supercargo of the Rattlesnake, to my satisfaction I found Ben on board her, and he told me that Tom had also escaped, both of them having un dergone incredible hardships and met with the most wonderful adventures, till they were discovered by the young chief, Selim, who effected their relea se from captivity. . THEY .SUFFERED TERRIBLY. At the great naval battfe off the Yalu River last> year the Chinese ironclad battleship C heti Y11en was co1pma11ded by an American named McGriffen Captain who has but lately recovered in part from injuries receiv ed in thi s already historic battle, g i ves many" strikingly i cresting de tails illustrative of t11e terrible natur of a modern n ava l en gagement between You can form little conception of the awful character of battle inside armor-plated steam vessels, he said in a r ecent conversation, where space and air are necessarily much re stricted and confined. The din1made by the i mpac t of heavy projectiles against the thick metal sides is frightful beyond description, and seems to shake dne's very life. t wore cotton in both ears, but am still somewhat dea f As the Japanese warships wete fas ter than Chen Yuen, we made all steam possible to secure speed for our evolu tions. From being so closely shut, the engine r oom and fire room became intolerably hot, yet t\1e engineers and stokers stuck manfully to their posts. The sk in of their hands and arms was actually roasted, and nearly ever'"/ man became blind from the searing of the outer membrane of the eye. One of,th.e enemy's rapid-fire-gun shells struck an open ... gun shield early in the fight and glanced down thro u g h th e port; seven gunners were killed and fifte en d1s abled b y that one projectile. I Very soon I noticed that the Maxim gun up in the foretop on our military mast was silent, and saw a hole in the armor plating around it. After the battle the officer and six men stationed there were found dead, s h ockingly mangled, all destroyed by a single shell from a rapid-firing gun Late in the action, after my hair had been burned off and my eyes so impaired by injected blood that I could see out of but one of them, and then only by lifting the lid with my fingers, it became necessary for me to observe fol'. myself th e position of the ene m y's ships. As I groped my way round the protected deck, with one hand on the inside of the a rm o r plating, a hundred-pound she ll struck and canie through it about a foot and a hal from where my hand rested In an instant my hand was so burned that much 0 the skin stuck to the metal plate-from the sudden heat gende red by the blow. I was not aware that any fragment of the shell or armor struck me, but my clothing was simply rent to tatters by the detonation or concussion, as it seemed, DARINO. Paul, the eccentric Czar of Ru ss ia, assassinated in 1801, was very ljlrticular as to his and consid e red trifling matte r s of supreme imp ortance This peculiarity was once taken advantage of by an officer of hi s guard s a major, to win a bet. The wildest j oker in the army, as he was, wagered seve ral hundr ed roubles that he would "tweak" the tail of the emperor's wig on parade. The very next day the emperor happened to be present at early parade, and, as destiny ruled it, t ook a position for a moment immediately in front of the daring major. Breathl ess with excite m ent and terror, the officer 's compani o ns be held that rash offic er's right hand stea l slowly from his side, rise to the l eve l o f the Cza r 's neck, and give the wig's hanging tail a most decid ed pull In an instant the empero r 's face, pale with fury, was turned upon the major's c ou ntenance, which, how eve r, o nly reflected an expression of c hildlike inn o cence, mingled with the most d ferentia l astonishment. "Who dared to do that?" asked th e enraged C zar, his eyes giving flashing evidence that hi s most dangerous mood was upon him. "I did, you r majesty," sa id the major, who managed to preserve outward l y an unruffl ed c alm, t ogethe r with an expressi0n of innocent surprise "It was crooked, your majesty," he added, in a confidential undertone. "I straight ened it for fear the younger officer s should see. Paul"s countenance cleared at once. He stared fixedly, however, at the major's innocept-looking face for some seconds. The officer admitted afterward that this was the trying moment; but he h ad said to himself: "If I waver, I'm lost! Then the Czar spoke, and spoke so th a t all might hear. "I thank yo u, c o lonel," 'he said. 1 If ever a step in rank was gained by the purest effrontry, it was so acquired on this occasion, for the officer left the field, not only promoted to a coveted position in the guards, but richer by Jll,fny hundn\ d roubles as the result of his wager. AN IONORAMU.S. I Mr. Blinkers-"! und e r stand, sir that your son and m y daughter are engage d and I feel that on account of m y daughter's youth their c ontemp l a ted m a rriage should b e postponed." Mr. Levelhea'.d -"What? My son talking about marrying? W hy, he's a men:: infant, a perfect ignoramus. He doe s n t know enough to last him over Sunday Why, sir, the fellow h as n't been out of college over a year."

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I BUFFALO BILL STORIES I SSUED E VER Y TUES DAY BEAUTIFUL COLORED COVERS The re i s no need of our telling American readers how interesting the s tories of the ad ve ntures of Buffa lo Bill, as scout and plainsman, really are. These stories have been read exclusively in thi s weekly for many years, and are voted to be mast e rpieces de a l i ng with W e stern adventure Buffalo Bill is more popula r to day than he ev e r was and, consequ e ntly, everybody ought to know all there is to know about him. In no manner can you b e come s o thoroughly acquainted wit h the actual h a bits and life of this great man, as b y r ea ding the BUFF ALO BI LL STORIES We give here w it h a list of a ll of the back numbers in print. You can have y our news-d eal er order them or they will be sent direct by the publishers to any address upo n receipt of the pric e in money or postage-st a mps. 245-Buffalo Bill's Lost Quarry .... ... . 5 250-Buffa l o Bill on a Long Hunt. ....... 5 252-Buffalo Bill and the Redskin Wizard 5 253-Buffalo Bill's Bold Challenge ....... 5 254-Buffalo Bill's Shawnee Stampede ... 5 256-Bull'al o Bill on a Desert Trail ..... 5 258-Buffalo Bill in '.right Quarters .... . 5 264-Buffal o Bill a n d the Bandits in Black 5 267-Buffalo Dill in the Canyon of Death. 5 269-Buffalo Bill and the Robber Ranch King ........ ..... ............ 5 272-Buffalo Bill's Dusky .rrailers . ... 5 273-Bufl'alo Bill's Diamond Mine ........ 5 274-Buffalo Bill and the Pawnee Serpent 5 275-Buffalo Bill's Scarlet Hand ......... 5 278-Buffalo Bill's Darin g Plunge ..... 5 280-Buffalo Bill's Ghost Raid ....... 5 283-Buf'falo Bill Up a Stump ........... 5 285-Buffal o Bill's Master-stroke ......... 5 287-Buffalo Bill and the Brazos Terror .. 5 288-Buffalo Bill's Dance of Death. . . . 5 292-Buffalo Bill's M edicine-lodge ....... 5 293-Buffalo Bill i n P eril. .... ...... 5 298-Buffalo Bill's Blac k Eagles .......... 5 2()9-Buffalo Bill' s D es p erate Dozen ...... 5 305-Buffal o Bill and the Barge Bandits. 5 306-Buffalo Bill, the Desert Hotspur .... 5 308-Buffalo Bill's Whirlwind Chase ..... 5 309-Buffalo Bill's R e d R etribution ...... 5 310-Bu ffalo Bill Haunted. . . . . .. . . 5 312-Buffalo Bill's D eath Jump .......... 5 314-Bu ffalo Bill in the Jaws of Death .... 5 315-Buffalo Bill's Aztec Runners ..... 5 316-Buffalo Bill's Dance "f,ith Death ..... 5 319-Bu ffalo Bill's Mazeppa Ride ..... 5 321-Bu ffa l o Bill's Gypsy Band . ... 5 324-Buffal o Bill's Gold Hunters .. .... 5 325-Buffalo Bill i n Old M e xico ......... 5 326-Buffalo Bill's Message from the D ead 5 327-Buffalo Bill and the Wolf-master ... 5 328-Buffal o Bill's F l yi n g Wo nder ...... 5 329-Buffalo Bill's H idde n Gold . ..... 5 330-Ruffalo Bill's Outlaw Trail. ..... 5 331-Buffalo Bill a n d the Indian Queen ... 5 332-Buffalo Bill and th<> Mad Marauder .. 5 333-Buffalo Bill's I ce Barricade. . . . . 5 334-Buffalo Bill and the Robber E l k .... 5 335-Buffalo Bill's GJiost Dance ..... 5 336-Buffalo Bill's Peace-pipe .......... 5 337-Buffalo Bill's R e d N emesis .... ... 5 31'18-Buffal o Bill's Enchanted Mesa ...... 5 339-Buffalo Bill i n the Desert of Death .. 5 340-Bu ffalo Bill's Pay Streak ........... 5 341-Bull'alo Bill on Detached D uty .. 5 342-Buffalo Bill's Arm Mystery ........ 5 343-Buffalo Bill's SUrprise Party ..... 5 344-Buffal o Bill's Great Ride. . . 5 345-Bufialo Bill's Wate r Trail. ........ 5 346-Bu ffalo Bill's Ordeal of Fire ........ 5 348-Buffalo Bill' s Casket of P earls ...... 5 349-Buffalo Bill's >:;ky Pilot. .......... 5 3;}0-Buffalo Bill's "Totem" .... ........ 5 Bill's Flat-boat Drift. . ... 5 352-Buffal o Bill on Deck .............. 5 353-B ,iffalo Bill and the Bronco puste r .. 5 354-Buffalo Bill's Great Round-up ...... 5 355-Buffalo Bill's Pledge ............. 5 356-Buffalo Bill's Cowboy Pard ....... 5 357-Bulfalo Bill and the Emil:rants ...... 5 358-Buffalo Bill Amoug the Pue b los ..... 5 359-Buffalo Bill's Four-footed Pards .... 5 360-Buffalo Bill's Protege .......... 5 362-Buffal o Bill's Pick-up ... ... 5 363-Buffalo Bill' s Quest ................ ;; 1 3 0 -Buffalo Bill and the Cheyenne Raiders 5 364-Buffalo Bill's Waif of Plains .... 5 4 3 1 -Buffalo Bill's Whirlwind Finish. . . 5 366-Buffalo Bill Among t h e Mormons .... 5 432-Bull'alo Bill's Santa Fe S ec ret ...... 5 T'r i,.1i::: :: g 433Buff a l o Bill and the '.raos T error .... :; 369Buff a l o Blll and tbe Slave-Dealers ... 5 434-Buffalo Bill's Brace let of Gold ..... 5 370-Buffalo ... Bill's Strong A rm ... ...... 5 435-Buffalo Bill and tbe Border Baron ... 5 371-Buffalo Bill's Girl Pard ........ ... 5 436-Buffalo Bill at Salt Rive r Ranc h .... 5 372-Buffalo Bill's Iron Brace lets ........ 5 437-Buffalo Bill's Panhandl e M a n -bunt.. 5 373.--Buffal o Bill's Ranch Riders ......... 5 438-Buffalo Bill at Blossom Range ...... 5 374-Buffalo Bill's Jade Amu let ..... .... ;; 439-Buffalo Bill and Junipe r Joe ........ 5 375-Buffalo Bill's Magic Lnrint. ... .. ... 5 440-Buffalo Bill's Final Scoop .......... 5 377-Bufi'alo Bill's Bridge of Fire ....... !\ 441-Buffal o Bill at L.learwater ......... 5 378-Buffalo Bill's Bowie. . . . . . . . 5 442-Buffalo Bill's Wbning Hand. . . . 5 379-Buffalo Bill's Pay-streak .......... 5 443-Baffalo Bill's Cinch Claim .......... 5 380-Buffalo Bill's Mine ............. ... 5 444Buff alo Bill's Comrades ............. 5 381-B11ffal o B ill's C lean-up ............. 5 445 -Buffalo Bill in the Bad L ands ...... 5 382-Buffalo Bill's Ruse ................ 5 446-Buffalo Bill aud the Boy Bugler .... 5 383-Buffal o Bill Overboard ............ 5 447-Bufl:alo Bill and the Heathe n Chlnee. 5 384-Buffalo Bill's Ring ................ 5 448-Buffalo Bill and the Chink War. 5 385-Buffalo Bill's Big Contract . ....... 1\ 449-Buffalo Bill's Chinese Chase ........ 5 386-Buffalo Bill and ca:amity Jane .... 5 450-;-Buffalo Bili's S ec r e t Message ....... 5 387-Bnffal o Bill's KM Pard ............ 5 451 B u fl'alo Bill and the Horde of lier-388-Buffalo Bill's Desperate Plight ...... 5 mosa ........... ... 5 '!89-Bufl'al o Bill's F earless Stand .... ... 5 452-Buffalo Bill's Lonesome 'l'rail ...... 5 390-Baffalo Bill and the Y elping Cre w ... 5 453-Buffalo Bill's Quarry .......... ..... 5 391-Buffalo Bill's Guiding Band ... .... 5 454-Buffalo Bill in Deadwood. . . . . . 5 Bill's Qu ee r Quest ...... .... 5 455-Buffalo Bill's Firs t Aid. . . . . . 5 39:! Bufl'a l o Bill's Prize "Getaway" ...... 5 456-Buffalo Bill and Old Moonlight ...... 5 3!!4-Buffnlo Bill's Hurricane Hustle .. ... 5 457-Buffal o Bill Repaid ................ 5 395-Bnffa l o Bill's Star P lay ........... 5 458-Buffalo Bill's Throwback ........... 5 396-Buffal o Bill's Bluff ............... 5 459-Buffalo Bi ll's "Sight Unseen" ....... 5 397-Buffalo Bill's Trackers ............. 1\ 460-Buffalo Bill's N e w Pard ............ 5 398-Fuffal o Bill's Dutch Pa rd .... . ... 5 4Gl -Buffalo Bill's "Winged Victory" ..... 5 399-Buffal o Bill and the Bravo .... ... .. 5 462-Buffalo Bill's P i eces-of-Eight ....... 5 400-BuffaloBill and the Quaker ...... 5 463B u ffalo Bill and the Eight Vaqueros 5 401-Buffal o Bill's Packa ge of Death ..... 5 464-Buffalo Bill's Unlucky Siesta ....... 5 402-Buf'fal o Bill's Cache ...... . 5 465-Buffal o Bill's Apache Clue ......... 5 40:!-Buffal o Bill' s Private War .......... 5 466Buft'alo Bill and tbe Apache Tote m .. 5 404-Bi ffa l o Bill a n d Trouble Hunte r 1\ 46 7 -Buffalo Bill's Gold e n Wonde r ....... 5 40!'i-,Buffal o Bill and the Rope Wizard . 5 468-Buffal o Bill's F'l osta Night ......... 5 4011-Bnffal o Bill's Flestn ............... !'i 469-Buffalo Bill and the Hatcbc t .. 5 407-Buffalo Biil Among t h e Cheyennes .. 5 470-Buffalo Bill and t h e Mining Shark ... 5 408-Buffalo Bill Besiege d . ............ 5 471-Buffalo Bill and tbe Cattle Barons. . 5 409-Buffal o Bill and the R e d Hnn d . .... !'i 472-Buffal o Bill's Long Odds ...... '. .... 5 410-Bnffal o Bill's Tree-trunk Drift ...... 5 473-Buffalo B ill the Peacemake r ....... 5 411-Buffal o Bill and the Specter ........ 1\ 474-Buffalo Bill's Promise to Pay .... ... 5 412-Buffal o Bill and the R e d Feathers ... !'i 475-Buffalo Bill's Dinmond Hitch ...... 5 413-Buffnl o Bill's King Stroke .......... n 476-Buffalo Bill and the Whee l of Fate . 5 414-Buffalo Rill. the Desert Cyc lone ... .. !'i 477-Buffal o Rill and the Pool of Mystery 5 415-Buffal o Bill's Curnbres Scouts . .. . 5 478-Buffalo Bill and the Deserter ....... 5 411?-Buffalo Bill and the Man-wolf ...... !'i 479-Buffal o Bill's Island in the Air ... ... 5 417-Buffal o Biil and His Winge d Pard .. n 480-Buffalo Bill, Town llfarshal. ........ 5 418-Buffal o Bill at Babylon Bar. . . . !i 481-Buffnlo Bill's Ultimatum. . . . . . 5 419-Bu!l'alo Bill's Long A rm ........... !'i 482-Buffalo Bill's Test ................ 5 421-Buffalo Bill's Stee l A r m Pa'rd ..... !'i 488-Ruffalo Bill and the Ponca Raiders .. 5 422-Buffal o Bill's Aztec Guide ......... !'i 484-Bnffalo Btll's Boldest Stroke ....... 5 423-Bnffnlo Bill and Little Firefly. . . r. 485-Buffalo Bill's Enigma ............. 5 424-Buffal o Bill in the Aztec City .... . ii 4Rll-Bufl'al o Bill's Blockade ...... .... ... 5 425-Bu!l'alo Bill's Balloon Escape ...... !'i Rill and the Gilded Cliq u e .. 5 426-Buffal o Bill and t h e Gu errillas ...... 5 488-Buffalo Bill and P erdita Reyes ...... 5 427-Buffalo Bill's Border War .......... 5 4R9-Bu!l'al o Btll and the Boome r s ....... 5 428Biffa l o Bill's Mexican Mix-up ....... 5 490-Bufl'alo Bill Calls a Halt ........... 5 420-Buffalo Bill and the Gamecock .... 5 491-Buffalo B!ll and the K e -we e k Totem. 5 If you want any back numbers of our w ee k lies and cannot pt'OC"11re them from your newsdealer, they can be obtained direct ., from this office Postage stamps taken the same as money STREET & SMITH, PUBLISHERS 79 SEVE.NTH AVENUE, NEW YORK CITY


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