Buffalo Bill's Crow scouts, or, Pawnee Bill and the Absarokes


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A WEEKLY POBUCATIO OTED TO BORDER UfE Iuiud W1elllj. By subscription $2.liO pnvear. E1Ztered as Seco1td-class Matter at tlte N. Y. Post Office, by STREET & SMITH, 79-89 Seventh Ave., N. Y. Copyright, 1911, by STREET & SMITH. No. 506. W YORK, January 21, 191 I. Price Fi v e Cents. Buffalo. Bill's Crow Scouts; I OR, Pawnee EBill and t h e Absarokes. f By the aut hor of "BUFF ALO BILL." I CHAPTER I. THE TRAli, RIDERS. "Vell, py Shiminy Grismus Dere iss somepody going along der drail mit horses. I t'ought I vas der only feller aroundt. Ach, himmelblitzen Can I belief my eyes, yas, no? V one a laty I Yah, so helup me, vone oof dose people iss a laty Almost you could knock me down mit some feders, dot I see a laty in der Inchun gountr_y,;; Vell, veil!" .A. Eutcl:iman, bestriding a long-eared, ornery-appearing . le, was moving northward along a trail. He was rid g out of the southeast. Out of the south, perhaps a quarter of a mile away i rom him, two other riders could be seen, also headed north. These two were proceeding in single file. Al though the distan ce rendered accurate observation impos sible, yet it was no great trick for the Dutchman to make out that one of the distant ric!ers was a woman. From the south and from the southeast ran a couple of trails. They were bearing toward each other, and would presently unite into the one trail that led on to Fort Benton. on the Upper Missouri. In traversing their separate trails, the Dutchman and the other two travelers angled rapidly toward each other. The woman's companion, the was presently aWe to discover, was a tall man in buckskins. His face w:is heavily bearded, and froJ.il under his coonskin cap fell a profusion of long, black. stringy hair. From a belt that encircld his thighs sagged a holster with a heavy re volver, and across the withers of his ho se lay a long-barreled rifle. The man's horse was a shaggy, mongrel-bred animal, but big and strong as befitted steed of such a heay warrior. It carried no saddle, but a skin of the mountain lion for a riding blanket; and the bridle was of braided rawhide, with a spade bit, big silver Conchas under the horse's ea.rs, and buckskin reins that were knotted throughout their le>ngth in order to give the hands a firm hold. This product of the frontier was evidently a guide. Behind him came the woman, a young woman, and pretty. She indelibly the stamp of the East, for her clothing was of a fine blue cloth and her skirts con structed for riding astride, man fashion. Back of her saddle cantle were two saddlebags. She rode a g ray horse, af).d she rode well. These two gave as much curious attention to the Dutchman as the Dutchman gave to them. When they finally reached the place where the two trails came to gether, the Dutchman removed his cap, gave it a flourish, and bowed in the lady's direction. "How you vas ?" he bubbled, with a grin that could have been tied behind his ears. "Meppeso you go by Fort Penton, huh?"

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' 2 TH1j BUFFALO "Thet's ther way we're erg oin'," an{)werecf'the man, his ;ook rife with frank distrust. "Dot's me, all der same," went ou Dutchman. "Meppeso ve clrafel togeclder ?" "Who aire ye?" demanded the m a n n buckskins. "Dot's righclt. Indroductions fairst, den ve know more as ve can g uess, vich iss pedcler for eferypody I peen der Paron von Schnitzenhauser, mit Villum for der front name, und I haf cler bleasure to be der bard oof Puf fa l o Pill, und Vild Pill, Pawnee Pill, uncl olt Nomat', und Leedle Cayuse, oof whom you haf hearclt, und mep peso oof me. Ad your serfice, gentleman und laty !" With that, t!Je baron once more doubled himself over the saddle horn. A flicker, as of remembrance, ran through the lady's face; and the man's countenance cleared of suspicion as thou g h by magic. "The baron!" exclaimed the girl, in a flutelike voice that gave the baron a thrill. "Why, I have heard about you, and about your brave companions." "Dot i ss a habbiness !" smirked the baron. "Hya'r, too," said the man "I'm Jerson, Newt Jerson, from C9ster, guide, trapper, an' scout fer ther milingtary forces in these parts. Ther lady is Miss Mary Holcomb She s got a brother at Benton, Cap'n Holcomb. I'm showin' her ther way ter ther Missoury. Nick is er pertic'ler friend o' mine. Him an' me's trapped a11 up an' down ther P1atte. Put 'er thar, friend!" Newt J erson reached out a hamlike fist, and he and the b.aron greeted each other heartily. "Dere i s s Inchuns loose," said the baron, "und it jss goot clot ve drafe) togeclder. I am filled mit vonders dot a laty has cler'nerf to drafel bedween Cu s te r und Penton mit,. cler hostile ret fellers loose in der gountry." "\Vhy," returned the girl, as the journey was resumed, "we heard at Custer that the hostile Sioux had all been pqt to flight, and that there was now nothing to be feared. Your friends, baron, Buffalo Bill and his comrades, have quelle<;l the rebellion." "Iss clot so!" rumbled the baron, delighted. "I hatn't heard someding boudt Aber I bed you somet'ing for. nodding dot if repellions iss to be quelled, den m y bards iss der fellers to quell it. You see, I come from der Yellowstone, und pefore I reach der Y I come from avay south in Arizona I know leedle aboudt vat has peel'\ going on in .dis part oof der gountry "You hav.en't been yer pards fer some sort of er whi le,; asked Newt Jerson. "It iss a long sort oof a v i le, Cherson." ; Waal, -tl1ey've sl}ore been ur bn.1dder is vantmg you, meppe ?" and he directea a }ooK: at Miss Holcomb T he young l ady blushed rosily. "Yes," she replied, "I am very anxious to see my l:rother." ::-Jewt Jer son l ooked at and winked his BIL L ST ORIES. off eye The wink was significant, but the baron could not understand the significance. "Dot iss fine," said the baron pleasantly, "ven a feller has his s!sder come from avay off to see him vere he is s in der Inchun gountry. I don't got some sisters mein seluf," he added g\umly, "so nopody comes from avay off to see me." 1 "I thort' ye allers trailed along with ther Bills?" said Jerson It was now the baron's turn to flush and look uncom fortable "Vonce in a vile," l!e answered, "I take some foolish streaks und go off py meinseluf." "Didn't git mad at yer pards fer anythin', did ye?" in quired J erson. "Nefer !" cried the baron. "I don'd get mad at dose f ell ers." "Then I opine it was bizness thet kept ye in Arizony ? "Yah, so, foolish pitzness." The baron jerked a red cotton handkerchief from his pocket and mopped his perspiring face. "A laty vas at der pottom oof it," went on the baron. Jerson chuckled in his hairy throat. Miss Holcomb turned to cast an amused glance at the embarrassed baron. "She vas peautiful," breathed the baron, riLling up hi s eyes, "ach, so peautiful as I can't tell, mit teet' like der leedle pearls, und eyes like der leedle shtars, und lips s o ret as der sumach -i(l. der summer time. I t'ink meppe ven I see dot leedle gal dot I vould like to ged marrit und sedclle down. Aber I fool avay my time." "That is too bad!" murmured Miss HoJcomb. "It iss vorse as dot, laty," gloomed the baron, "De r leeclle peach vat I talk aboudt vas a biscuit shooder, ab.er a laty iss a 1aty, ad a lunch gaunter as veil as .in a palaee. Nicht wahr?" "Always," returned Miss Holcomb . ."T'ank you for do s e peautiful vords," dribbled the "i{ haf peen hurt in my feelings aboudt dot Ari zona laty Meppe I vill ged ofer it, uncl meppe nod. Ve shall see vat ve shall see, ven der time comes." "Did-did she die?" asked Miss Holcomb. "Vorse as dot! She marrit der odder feller." Newt Jerson haw-hawed until he nearly fell off his horse. The baron's eyes flashed, and he reached for a revolver. "No, no!" cried Miss Holcomb, stretching out a re straining hand; "Mr. Jerson didn't mean to make fun of you,baron." "Shore not," said J erson. "I wouldn't go an' -put up a holler on erccit.1nt of er moharrie as throwed me down. Y e're drorin' er purty long face fer sich a piece o' fol derol, baro11." "Ven, it's my folderol, you bed my life," snapped the baron, "und I don'd led sdme fellers make foolishne ss oof it. Dere vill be firevorks more as I can tell oof some pody tries to make fun/' "Let it go/' grunted Jerson. For a time they rode on in silence. The trail passed through a rocky gully, flanked on each side by rough banks covered with huge boulders. ,. The three iiiclers were dose to the middle of the gully" when the baron aroused him s elf from his painful Teflections and broke the silence. -"It iss alvays my luck," said he, "to be somevere else

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 3 ven my bards haf some oxcidement on. Now, I bed my life, I vill shtick close py dose Pill fellers all cler time und ged vat iss coming to me. I vill--" There came a startling interruption. It was in the nature of a chorus of ear-splitting, demoniacal yells. The baron caught a glimpse of wiry, painted forms flinging themselves into the trail, whooping and shaking many blankets. All three of the horses were frightened. Toofer, the baron's mule, on his hind feet, lost his balance, and fell over backward. The baron missecl being crushed o nly by a hair's breadth. As it was, he was stunned by his fall, and the last thing he heard was a s hriek from the girl and a bellow of rage from Newt J erson. Then, for a s pace, night rolled over the baron. r CHAPTER II. IN THE HANDS OF HOSTILES. The baron was uncon s cious for only a few minutes. : \!though he was fat and awkward in uild he was, nevertheless, as tough as shoe leather. He drifted back to his surroundings and found himself neatly bound with thongs. A painted savage was s tanding over him arms folded, and an exultant glare in hi s eyes. At the Indian's s ide stood a man who was evidently a half-breed. The breed was clc!d in buckskins, but the costume was topped by a s louch hat. For a time the baron saw only these tw o, although he cou ld hear sounds which indicated that there were many more of the red men in the immediate vicinity. "\Vho you?" asked the half-bre ed, noticing that the baron had opened hi s eyes. "I spak de English.'' "I peen a bard oof der king oof sgouts,'' flared the baron, that h e had been su rpri sed and taken prisoner. "Puffalo Pill iss my friendt, und oof you know vat iss goot for you, den you viii led m e g o." The Indian at the half-breed 's s ide mu s t have under stood English himself. A gleam s hot into hi s eyes, and he s aid something in the Sioux tongue to the halfrbreed. The latter an swe red. The Indian, who was evidently a c hief, s truck his bands together delightedly. The baron was lying flat on his back hi s pinioned wrists under him. He was worried about Toofer, and he ro lled over on hi s s ide so that be might throw a glance aro und the gull y He saw the mule. The animal, a little way down the gully, was in the hands of a half-naked savage. Across the defile was Miss Holcomb . She was sitting o n a boulder, her hands bound at her back, and her feet secu red at the ankles. Her head was bowed, but she see med to be too strong-hearted for tears. On either s ide of her stood a grim warrior, armed with rifle, lance, bow, and arrows. Close to where the girl sat on the bouldel" lay Newt J erson, flat on the flinty earth as was the baron, and likewise securely bound. The guide's horse and the girl's were held by more savages, close to the mule. "Py shinks !" muttered the baron. "Eferypody has peen gaptured. Vat a foolish pitzness Hello, de re, J er son !" he called. The turned his head and l oo ked across at the baron. The girl a l so lifted her face and s tared in hi s direction. "What's troublin' ye?" asked the guid e gloomily. "I t'ought you say clere iss no hosdile Inchuns loose in der gountry ," said the baron. "It's s hore a big s urprise o n me," scow led Jerson 1 never dreamed o' anythin' like thi s happenin'. An' so dos t ter Benton, too! Ther red whelps hev got their nerv e right with 'em." "Why dit der Inchuns--" The baron did not finish the question. At that mo ment a moccasinecl foot struck him on the side of his face, turning his head s harpl y to one s ide and smother ing his words It was the chief who had kicked him. "Make t'm quiet, growled the chief. "Oof I vas loose mit meinseluf," howled the baron, in a rage, "I bed more as a million tollars you vould see shtars, und comics, und odder t'ings Vat a ret fillian I don'd know! I--" Biff Again moccasined foot smashed against the baron's face. "Pa-e-has-ka's friend make um keep still!" stormed the chief . Thereupon the baron bottled up his wrath and awaited developments. There seemed to be ;{bout a dozen in the chief's party all told.;' Some of tHese were ponies over the cres t of the gully's bank and down into the defile. The baron, obedient to an order from the chief, \.Vas picked up and hu s tled over to where J erson was l y ing There he was dropped at the guide' s side. The chief and the half-breed were engaged in an ani mated discussion across the defile from the prisoners. "This hyar' s a knockout, an' no mistake, growled J erson. They worked it on us in er way thet was too easy fer any use. I ain t a-carin' fer myse lf, but fer ther gal. What's goin' ter happen ter her worries me a heap." "You made some mis takes ven you t'ought dere vas no pad Inchuns arounclt," observed the baron. "Then it' s er mistake everybody in ther Injun kentry i s makin'. They're po s itive, at Custer, thet ther hosstyles hev all been run off ter ther Black Hills': Why, ef they hadn't been s hore o' thet, they d never hev let ther gal start out." "Ditn't some sojers come along, Cherson ?" "\Ve had an escort fer a ways; but at the end o' our last march with Benton only hour s erway, the escort turned back." "Too pad, py shinks, for der leedle girl. She must haf vanted to see her brudder a lot to take sooch a rite mit a horse." "She wants ter see her brother, o' course ," answered Jerson, "but,thar's some un else she wants ter see, too. It's a feller by ther name o' Hollis, an' he's a cap'n, same as Miss Holcomb's brother." "For vy iss dot?" "She's engaged ter marry Cap'n Hollis, an'--" "A ch, du Zieber!" "An' this Hollis has been hevin' a hard time fer some sort of er while. Fust, thar was a killin' at Custer, an et was thort thet Holli s had a hand in it. Jest the sus picionin' threw Hollis off'n his ment a l balance. 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4 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. prove his innercence, an' a spell ago Hollis got back his lost reason. I dunno jest h o w ther thing happened, but onst more Buffler Bill an pards had a hand in et. Miss Holcomb come right on from the East, as soon s she heard, and when she got ter Custer she was told thet her brother an' Hollis was at Benton. Nothin' must do but she had ter pull right out, an' the kunnel allowed that I was ther ombray ter see her through. Hyar's ther way I done it," and J erson said hard things to him s elf. "Some t'ings I don'd vas aple to onder s tandt, said the baron. "What's thet ?" "For vy do der Inchuns make us bri s' ner s ?" "It's onusual, an' thet' s er fact, s aid J er s on a puzzled look crossing his face. "As a gin'ral thing, these hyar Sioux don't go ter so much trouble. Ther quickest way, with them, is the one they gin'rally use-a bullet, an then a scalpin' knife. I ain't a notion why they've took us pris'ners. They might hev took ther gal a pris ner, but it ain't like 'em ter fool thet a way with you an' me." "Dey haf somet'ing on deir mindt, Cleclared the baron watching the discussion between the chief and the half breed. "Shore thar is," continued J er s on "thar's a heap o deviltry on their minds. I got er idee thet half-breed i s back o' it. I hates breeds wus s'n ther s mallpox. This hyar breed is Talk-a-heap, an' he' s the wust ca s e o' schemer ye ever heerd tell erbout. He u s eter hang eround Custer, tryin' ter hire out fer a scout but they wouldn't hev nothin' ter do with him. Why, he wa s at Custer not more'n two days ergo. I'll bet a bundle o pelts he heerd while he was thar thet I was startin' fer Benton with ther gal, an' thet he hiked inter the hills, met these hosstyles an' put it up with 'em ter lay fer us. "Vy vas dot?" "Ask me somethin' easy." "Do you know der ret feller vat der preed i s making some palavers mit ? "He's er Sioux war chief, but hi s trail a.n' min e ain t never crossed afore. Hesh up, fer a spell. Talk-a-heap i s moseyin' thiserway." The half-breed came over to the his villain ous face full o:f. triumph and exultation. Halting be tween the two prisoners on the ground, he lowered hi s little piglike eyes and passed hi s glanc e from one to the other, and lastly to the forlorn figure of the girl on the boulder. "You savvy me, Jerson, huh?" growled Talk-a-heap. "Yas, blast yore measly hide," an s wered the guide, I savvy you, all right." "You savvy I was brav' mans, huh? "I savvy ye're a sneakin' coyote." "Gal she go to Benton, all s ame find Cap Holli s huh ?'' "Thet's what. Now, ye schemin half blood, Cap H ol-lis'll come huntin' you. When he finds ye, ye 'll be up more kinds of er stump than I kin mention." "I was brav' mans," and Talk-a-heap thumped hi s chest, "an' I no let Cap Hollis find me, or find de gal. Bumby, mebbeso, we give up de gal, give up you an odder man, if white chief at Benton do de right t'ing. "What's the right thing?" "Let Masta Shella go. You savvy Masta Shella?" "Shore I savvy hjm." The half-breed turned on hi s heel and walked over tb the girl. He talked to her for a few minutes. Neither the baron nor the guide could hear what passed between the two but tliey presently saw Talk-a-heap draw a pencil and a s crap of s oiled paper from his pocket. The girl's hands were freed, and pencil and paper wer e placed in her fingers. Laying the paper on the top of the boulder she began to write, Talk-a-heap evidently dic tating. When the writing was done, Talk-a-heap took th e paper and spelled over the written word s Evidently h e was satisfied, for, after ordering one of the warrior s t o replace the bonds on the girl' s wri s ts, he hurried back t o the chief. The chief also seemed pleased with what was read t o him from the paper. He waved hi s hand toward a hor se Talk-a-heap, s natching a bow and arrow s from one o f the Indians, hurried to th e h o r se, flung him s elf on th e animal s back, and vanished at s peed up the gully. D o t i ss a peguliar pitzne ss," mu s ed th e baron. tfe had no chance to talk about it with Jerson h ow ever, for the Indian s just then, and him and th e guide to the back $ their m o unt s They were tied t o their animals, and the girl wa s treated in the s ame way; theri each captive s hor se in t o w o f a warri o r th e part y of ho s tile s rode up the gully Mnk, over it, and do w n the s lope on the farther side. CHAPTER III. I T H E M YSTERIOUS ARROW. "If Wild :\3ill, N omad, and C ayu s e get back thi s after no o n o r to-night, captain we'll take that morning boat down the river. Buffalo Bill, leaning back in an easy-chair on a shady p o rch of officer s row, Fort Benton, pau s ed to knock th e ashe s from hi s cigar as he made the foregoing r9111ark t o C aptain You cah t tell much about the se down-river boat s, C ody," returned Holcomb. "It may leave in the morning and it may not leave for several morning s I hope there 's a d elay., for I have an object in vi e w in wanting you t o remain at the post for a few day s long e r. "It's generally admitted that the Sioux hav e cle are d o ut and that there' s nothing but peac e for thi s part of th e country. What bu s ine ss have I got that keep s m e her e ? My order s are to report to Fort Meade a s soon a s I can conveniently do so." "I'm not wanting you to stay because I think th e I n dian s are going to make any more trouble. " You don't need my evidence to convict :i\Ias ta Shella. "Not at all," an s wered Holcomb; "that yellow-haired s coundr e l wa s caught red-handed, and hi s conviction i s c e rtain without any one appearing again s t him. He i s afely confined in the guardhou se and when he leave s it it will be to go t.o his doom No it won't b e nece ssary for you to remain around here t o te s tify again s t thi s Masta Shella." "I'm getting curiou s laughed the s cout. "What's in the air, Holcomb." "A wedding," an s wered th e c aptain, l e an ing t o ward the *See BUFFALO BILL S T ORIES, N o 505: "' Buffalo Bill o n the Upper Missouri; or, Pawnee Bill's Pick-up."

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. '5 .. scout and dropping his voice. "It' a secret, so don't brtathe a word. There's going to b a wedding, here at Benton, and the affair won't go off right if you and your pards are not on hand." "Great Scott!" muttered the scout. '"Whose wedding, Holcomb? Not yours, surely?" Holcomb grinned and shook hi head. "Not mine, of course not. Captain Hollis ." "Captain Hollis is going to be married?" "He is, and he doesn't know it. We're keeping the whole affair a secret from him. The poor old chap has been through so much that we're trying t.o give him a joyful surprise. Mary was eager to come on from Omaha, and when I wrote and told her that Hollis had recovered his reason, a message came over the military wire that she was starting. That's the way Mary does I don't know whether she s coming to Fort Cus ter, or to Fort Benton. The boat that got in from below, however, didn't bring her, so I presume she went to Custer. For all I know, she's there now. They won't lose much time in sending her on here, however." Holcomb, and his friend Hollis were stationed at Fort Custer. Just now they were on detached duty at Fort Benton. It was but natural, therefore, that Mi s Holcomb should have planned to go first to Custer, think ing that her brother and Hollis had returned to that post. "This is news!" muttered the scout. "As I said," returned the captain, "Hollis doesn't know the first thing about it. He's now at tl1e cantonment at the mouth of the Mu selshell, but he'll be called in as soon as Mary arrives. You know something about the affair between Mary and Hollis?" "I've heard they were engaged-that they were en gaged long before that disastrous affair at Custer when circumstances seemed to indicate that Hollis had shot Lieutenant Eldridge." "That is correct. Mary and Hollis have known each other ever since they were children, and it seemed very fitting that they should fall in Jove with each other. They were sweethearts when Holli s and I were at West Point together, and they became engaged right after Hollis graduated, at the head of his class. Circumstances, how ever, made it necessary for the marriage to be put off year after year. Then, when a certain June had been settled upon, that Eldridge affair happened. In the last letter Mary received from Hollis-a letter written from the Fort Custer guardhouse-he told her that she must wait until he cleared his name, and that he could never ask her to marry him while such a crime was hanging over his head." "Hollis, of course," commented the scout, "did exactly the right thing." "It was the only thing he could do," declared Hol comb. "Mary, however, believed in him. She declared he was innocent, and that s he was ready to marry him and then help him prove his innocence. Of course, Cody, I couldn't allow that." "Of course not." "You know the condition Hollis was in when he came to the post after masquerading as a tramp all through the Northwest. He was an officer and a gentleman, alnd he had high ideals. The suspicion that he was accountable for the taking off of Eldridge had undermined his reason. His innocence was proved, but Hollis was not himself His brain had given 'way under the terrible blow that had been struck at him by that scoundrel, Blix." The scout nodded. "He was mildly insane, Holcomb," said he. "I could not allow the marriage to go on while Hollis was in that condition, could I?" "No." "But after you found Hollis floating down river on that tree trunk-after that remarkable event which re sulted in restoring Hollis' reason to him-there remained no bar. I was anxious, then, that the marriage should occur as soon as possible, so I wrote Mary, ana she's on the way." ''Hollis," observed Buffalo Bill, "is a fine fellow-one of the finest fellows I've ever met in the army. I should like to be here at the" wedding, but that may not come off for a month yet. My o.n;lers to report at Meade leave me little choice." "Where are your pards ?" "Pawnee Bill is here at the post. Wild Bill, i omad, and Cayuse are at the cantonment at the mouth of the Musselshell. They ought to be back to-night, at latest. "And if they come, and the boat leaves before Mary gets here, you'll have to pull out for Meade?" "I'm afraid so, captain." "It will be a big disappointment to all of us-and to Mary herself as much as to any one else. I wrote her about what you and your pards had done for Hollis." "This isn't the first time that duty has robbed me of a pleasure, Holcomb," returned the scout. "I understand your position, Cody," said Holcomb re gretfully, "and, of course, I can'.t1 urge you." "If we have to leave before the wedding, I want you to explain the circumstances to your sister and to Hollis .. "I'll do that." The captain sat back in his chair and smoked thought fully. The afternoon sun trailed over the low barracks across the parade ground and touched with golden glory the flag that drooped listlessly from the top of the flagstaff. !\ It was a drowsy afternoon, and the post was unusually .AIUiet. Some of the officers' families were on the other porches, and the muffled shouts of children at play came peacefully to the ears of the scout and the captain. "It begins to look like useless work," remarked Hol comb, stirring at last, "this building of cantonments along the Missouri. The uprising has been stamped out. We are in for an era of peace." The scout frowned. "I have a hunch, Holcomb," said he, "that something is yet due to happen before the hostiles are finally cowed and sent back where they belong." "What can happen? You an l your parcls have cap tured the men who were keeping the roving Sioux stirred up. With those two white renegades out of the way, I can't for the life of me see where further trouble is coming from." "Masta Shella, at the time he was captured, had a hun dred Sioux warriors at his back." "There weren't quite so many when we got through with the bucks at that wagon train!" "No, not quite so many, but still enough to cause trouble if the reds happened to be so inclined." "Don't forget Hie circumstances, Cody, that caused the Sioux to raise the siege of the wagon train The war riors found that Masta Shella had deceived them-Masta Shella, the yellow-haired white renegade, and Broken

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6 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. Arrow, their own medicine man. Why, they killed Broken Arrow with their own hands, and they'd have killed Masta Shella, too, if we hadn't made a prisoner of him." "No doubt." "Then how can you think that the rest of that Sioux war party would be inclined to keep up their useless hos tilities?" "Yellow Horse is the war chief of the Sioux .. "There is another buck named Y Horse, who i s war chief of the Crows." ..-:Exactly. I don't know whether the Sioux chief ha s borrowed the Crow chief's name, or whether the name i s s imply a happenchance. this Sioux chief is a lighter. I have an idea that he may be figuring on raids and pillage before he takes his way back to the Pah s ap-pah country." ' I don't think so, and neither does any one else in authority here." ''You, and all the others, may be right; still, I must say that I never have a hunch like this that doesn t mean s omething. I--" The scout paused abruptly. The pronoun, even as it was on his lips, glided into a thud as something struck a porch post close to his head. He whirled around in his chair. The next moment he discovered that the object was an Indian arrow, painted, and winged with feathers. Tied to the feathered haft was a scrap of white. "Blazes!" cried the amazed Holcomb, leaping to his feet. The scout also had gained his feet. With a jump he had cleared the porch steps and was on the run across the parade ground. The slant of the arrow, as it had reached the post, was guiding him. He was off to look for the one who had loosed the s haft. CHAPTER IV. THE MESSAGE. The scout's first thought was to the effrct that the arrow had been launched at him. Naturally, therefore, he wanted to find the skulking Indian who had let the bolt fly. The arrow-judging by the angle at which it had im bedded its head .into the post-had come from the end of the barracks, between the soldiers' quarters and the stables. As the scout flung out of the inclosure between the barracks and the stables, Pawnee Bill ran through one of the stable doors. "What's doing, necarnis ?" he called. The mere fact that the scout was at a run assured the bowie man that something unusual was happening. "Come on, Pawnee!" Buffalo Bill called over his shoul der. Pawnee Bill raced off and came alongside of his pard just after the sentry had been passed. The scout had stopped beside a thicket. There a little damp earth had held the print of a moccasin. "Injuns !" muttered the prince of trje bowie. "Looks like a Sioux moccasin," said the scout. "Shades of Unk-te-hee, but you're right! What can a stray Sioux have been doing around here?" The scout did not pause for reply, but leaped into the thicket. He emerged again, a moment later, and raced off through more chaparral, down a slope and into scarred timber that fringed the river' s edge. Then he paused once more. "Pony tracks!" exclaimed the bowie man. "The red has got away, Pawnee," answered the scout. "He left his pony here, sneaked up the hill and into that clump q_f brush, then turned loose an arrow. He had a strong hand for the bowstring! Why, that arrow fle\\. acros s the parade ground and struck a po s t of officers row, not more than a foot from I was sitting." "It was intended for you?" "That's what I thought when I made a run in this direction. Come to think of it, though, it seems queer that the archer didn t make a better shot-if the arrow had really been intended for me. The fellow who re leased that arrow certainly knew how to use a bow." "It looks to me, necarnis," observed Pawnee Bill, after a few moments thought, "as though the skulking red was really trying to pick you off. It was an attempt to play even for what you did to Masta Shella. 'vVe can climb onto our horses and run out this trail. What do you say?" "Not worth while, Pawnee. I don t want to tangle up with any more of these redskin games, on the upper Missouri. 'vVe have orders to report at Fort Meade, and all we're waiting for is the arri1al of our pards from the cantonment, and the departu,e of the General Cook for down river. Let's go back to Holcomb. I saw some thing white tied to that arrow, and I've a curiosity to learn what it is." ''Something white?" echoed Pawnee Bill, striding along at his pard's side. "It may have been my imagination," answered th e scout, "for I didn't waste much time looking at the thing. All I was thinking of was getting hands on the fellow that let the arrow fly." When they had cro,, ssed the parade ground they found Holcomb standing on the porch, the arrow at his feet and a crumpled paper unfolded in his hand. There was a look of fear and amazement on the captain's face as he lifted his eyes to the pards. "'vVhat's the matter, Holcomb?" demanded the scout. The captain tried to talk, but words failed him. Sink ing limply into his chair, he drew a trembling hand acros s his forehead. "Buck up, Holcomb!" cried the scout. ''Something has happened. Tell us what it is." "Mary-she's-she's in the hands of the hostile Sioux!" the captain finally managed to blurt out. "How can that be?" "This note--" "Where did it come from?" "It was tied to the arrow !" "Don't fret," admonished the bowie man. "The note may be a lie. Read it, necarnis," he added, to the scout. Buffalo Bill had taken the note from tM captain's nerveless fingers. "It is written in lead pencil," s aid the scout, "artd i s none too plain." Then he read aloud : 'To THE CoMllIANDANT AT FORT BENTOX. I wa s

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 7 c o ming from Fort Custer to Fort Benton, with a guide named N ewt J erson. Where the trail from the Y el low s t o ne come s into the1 Custer trail we met the baron, one of Buffalo Bill's friends. In a gully, an hour later, we were s et upon and captured by a dozen Sioux, led by Yellow Horse. I am writing this at the dictation o f Talk-a-heap, a half-breed who i s with Yellow Horse and hi s brave s Talk-a-heap s ays that we are all three to be killed unle ss Masta Shella i s relea s ed and sent to the foot of C heyenne Hill by noon, to-morrow. My love to my brother and Captain Hollis. MARY HOLCOMB.'" The captain groaned as tbe scout finished reading the note. "What wa s Miss Holcomb doing, crossing the Indian country at such a time?" queried the bowie man. "It can t be possible that she was on the way to Benton with only one guide and no e s cort." "It is not only possible, but probable," said Holcomb. "I know she has been captured by those murderous red s coundrels." As I said before, that note may be a lie." "It can't be a lie. The note was written by my sister; I know her handwriting ; and the t e can t be any mis take." "But she was coming with only the one guide--" "'I:'he country between here and Custer is supposed to be clear of ho s tile Indians .J'It is a we all hav e made-all of us except Cody. He seemed to under s tand the situation better than any of us. This i s a blow! I wonder if those red devils really mean what they say?" The scout was thoughtful for a space. "Yellow Hors e is having s ome bne -els e to do his plot ting for pim ," s aid he finally. "This half-breed, Talk-a heap, is the one. I never saw a breed yet who couldn t give a full bl oo d car ds and spade s when it comes to hatch ing up deviltry. It's Talk-a-heap who's behind all thi s "That doesn't make it much better for Mary," mut tered Holcomb. "I tell you what makes it look better for your si ster, Holcomb," went on the s cout encouragingly, and that i s that Tal_ k-a-heap and Yellow Horse are trying to secure the freedom of Masta Shella. They're holding the three prisoner s a s ho s tages. Between now and noon to-:mor row your and the other two captives will be safe enough." "But Mas ta Shella won't be released on any s u c h de mand a s that !" e x claimed Captain Holcomb. "I couldn t a s k Colonel Weatherby to do such a thing. The i:elea s e of Mas ta Shella would set the whole Indian country by the ears again." "Of cour s e, captain, Weatherby release Masta Shella." "Then what can be done for my s i ster?" cried Holcomb, in a burst of despair and grief. "We could ride to Cheyenne Hill with a force of troopers," said Pawnee Bill. "The Sioux wouldn't s how They'll be watching from s ome place near at hand. When they s ee the troopers they'll know that we do not intend to listen to their demands, and that Masta Shella. is not to be set free. What would happen to the prisoners then?" The pards no l ess than the captain, kn ew e x actly what would happen. It was too ugly an alternative to c o ntemplate. 1 / "It get s me necarnis went on Pawnee Bill, "why these Siou x buck s are s o anxious to have Masta Shella turned over to them. E v e n to the Sioux he's a discred ited e atl er. His game w as giv e n a w ay, when HolCGmb's wagon train wa s be s ieged, and Broken Arrow, who helped pl a y the game j was killed. Why do the reds want Masta Shella? Why do they want him so much that they re willing to trade three prisoner s for him?" G ive it up, an s w e r e d th e s c o ut, but we have to take this note jus t as it come s to us. Holcomb s ays he's sure it was written by hi s s i ter. That prove s beyond all doubt that Mi ss Holcomb is in the hand s of the Yellow Horse outfit." "Be sure of that," declared Holcomb, lifting his hag gard face. "Mary wrote that note, and s ome buck s tole in clo s e to the post and sh o t tli e iiot e af us o n an a r r ow. Mary is a captive. This is a different s urprise for Hollis than the one I had intended for him! " "Hollis is at the cantonment, Holcomb and he doesn't need to know anything about this until we rescue your sister Hoicomb again started to hi s feet . You mean, Cody," he said eagerly, that you will stay here and help? You will take charge and do what you can? You won't leave for Meade as s oon a s you had hl-: tended to--" .. "You don t think for a moment that I would leav e matter s at Benton in s uch s hape, 9o you?" returned Buf-falo Bill. you said--" "I s aid that m y order s s ummoned me to Meade a s soon as I had finished my work here. Now that thi s ha s hap pened I do not con s id e r my work finis h e d, ho( by a long shot. If your s i s ter, alone wa s it'i the hand s q f ".the Sioux, I s hould s tay ju. s t a s quick a s th o ugh my pard, the baron, wa s not also in their h a nd s.' : _, "An-pe-tu-we "put in the bowie man. "Where in Sa_m Hill did the baron manage to get mixed ,in this? I thought he wa s s till in "So did I," returned the scout, "but you never can tell much about the baron He ha s a._ very nimbl e fancy, and he follows it wherever it chances to lead him. He's with Mi s s Holcomb and J e r s on. Tm ready to believe that the written by Mi ss Holc o mb s tate s the truth, even thougrrit was dictated by "What are )OU going to do, Buffal o Bill ? queried the captain. "Don't depend on me for any planning.--I'm dazed, and can hardly think. "I'll. attend to the planning, Holco .rnb." Bu:ifa.l\'.'\ ,Bill turned to the bowie man."Pawnee," he added, : nye Crow scouts came in--ye s terday. Are they s till cat the post?" "They were here an hour ago," the bowie i:nan an swered. "Tell them Pa-e-ha ska want s to see th e m. -1Pawnee Bill hurried down the s tep s and off ac -r:oss th e parade ground. '\ 1 BUFF ALO BILL'S PLAN: .;. ., \_:-, -'-' "'" The five Crow s cout s w e re w a rri o r s beio nging t o U .mbas-a-hoo s' band. The y ha d c o me u p fro m t i w L i ttle Big Horn in o rder to help the white men m.ak_ e war o n

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8 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. :heir traditi o nal enemie s th e C utthroat s ( Si o ux). The s udden quelling of the upri s ing had left nothing for the red scouts to do, and they had b e en o rdered back to Cu s t e r. But they loved to s it in the s un at B enton, s m o ke arm y tobacco and play the Indian game of hand. They had left, when ordered to do so but they had come back. Again they had been ordered to go, but could not tear themselves away. Pawnee Bill presently returned with them, five strap ping bucks, stepping high and toeing-in as they came along the walk and up the steps to the porch. The scout looked them over sharply. Stolidly they underwent the scrutiny. They were pleased that Pa-e has-ka should have s ent for them, but there was no plea sure reflected in their gaunt, sphinxlike faces. They had grunted out the usual H o w! and were now calmly waiting. Buffalo Bill pre s ently opened up with the hand talk. "Y 0u want to go out after the Sioux? he a s ked. In s tantly every brave pulled him s elf a little s trai hter and s omething lik e intere s t ran pul s ing through hi s leathery face. Each one nodded. "You want to g o with Pa-e-ha s -ka ? went o n the s cout. "Ai!" came the prompt re s p o n se. "If Pa-e-has-ka tells you to go with Kulux Kittybux, you will do a s he tell s you to do?" "Ai!" Kulux Kittybux wa s Pawpee Bill. "Then ha v e your p o nie s read y before ne x t s l ee p i s fini s hed. That's all. The did not leav e They s till remained. Mebbe s o .. we git feefty d o llar?" remarked N ahkee. The s cout pulled a buck s kin b a g fro m hi s po ck e t. T h e jingle of the bag brought the fir s t s ign o f real f ee lin g t o the cqpper-colored face s Fr6 m the bag the s cout to o k fiv e twenty-d o llar g old pieces and gave one of the yellow boysfo each of the Indians. "Him only twenty dollar, demU!"red Nahkee. Him all s ame fifty dollar when you do the w ork. Twenty dollar now thirty dollar more, by and by.'' Ugh! arunted Nahkee. The grunt was taken up and repeated by Spot W o lf Snake-that-strike s Thunder Cloud and Foot. In s ingle file the y de s cended the por c h s tep s and mad e their way back to the place Bill had found them. "N ahkee will have it all in le ss than two bouts," ob served the bowie man; "he' s a shark at thi s hand game. "That will make the lot of them all the more an x i o u s for the rest of their money, Pawnee returned the scout. "We can depend on them all right. " vVhat's the game? You s aid the y were t o be under my charge, necarnis." Their game is to s cout around the vicinity' o f Che y enne Hill. I want you to start for the place before day light, Pawnee. See that they are well armed. I think the colonel will let us have five army rifles and plenty of ammunition for all five of them." "I'll see to that," s poke up Holcomb. "But suppose they don't locate the Sioux? And, even if they do locate Yellow Horse and his outfit what can the five of them do against the Sioux war party? There are a dozeq perhaps that outfit." "The Crow s ex plained th e s c o ut a r e t o l o cat e t he and th e prison e r s T hey a re n o t t o figh t them We want t o g e t the pri so n e r s aw ay fro m th e war pa rt y without injuring Mi ss H olco mb If th e r e w as s h oot ing-" The s cout pa u s ed. A gray pall o r had crosse d th e cap tain 's fac e "But y o u under s tand Holcomb, fini s h ed, in a kindly t o n e v V e r e g o ing to re s cue your s i s t e r my Dutch pard, and N ewt J e rson. We' ve got to u se tac t a n d perhap s a few trick s "I can t und e r s t a nd h o w y ou r e g o ing t o a c co mplis h anything, C o dy. If the Si o u x di s c ove r y our C ro w s c o u ts, they ll know at o nce that M a sta She lla i s not g o ing to be turned l oose Tha t will b e their s ign a l to-to-" H o lcomb 's v o i ce bro ke. "Now, cap t ain," sa i d th e s c o ut, d o n t be all b rok e n up over thi s be fo r e yo u l earn m y plan s He turn e d t o Paw n ee Bill. "Pard," h e w e nt o n d o your sco utin g b e fore n oon. Afte r that c o nc eal yourself a n d th e A b s a ro ke aide s i n th e c h aparra l n ea r th e n o rth s i de of Cheye nn e H ill. As I rem e mb e r the hill, he proceeded, kneeli n g to make a fing e r diagram on the porch floo r it s ba s e i s an ov al. One encl of the ov a l li es t o th e n o rth. The hill i s b a r e of trees a n d undergrowth but th e r e i s a fringe of brush les s than a n e ighth o f a mile off, n ea r the river." "That's right ," d ropped in the captain. Be in th e ch a parral by the river on the north side o f Che ye nn e Hill p ro mptl y at no o n, Pawnee," procee d ed the s tout. "Under stand?" "That's clear eno ugh, necarnis," ans wered the b owie m a n but it' s n o t s o cle a r what we 're to d o there. .Ther e wa s a twinkle in the s cout' s eye a s h e con tinued. You re t o w a it there until Mas a Shella s how s up at the foot of the hill." "But l\Ias t a S hella w on t b e all owe d to go! broke out the captain impatiently. I see your s cheme, Cody. You want t o rel e a s e Masta She lla, and then have him go to the foot o f the hill and lure the Sioux into his vicinity; t hen P awn e e hi s C r o w s are t o ru s h out and recapture the white ren e gade and the red s who happen to be with him. But it w o n t work. I couldn t even a s k the colonel to take s u c h chances with the pri s on e r " "Certainly you couldn t Holcomb ," s aid the s cout pati e ntly, "and yo u haven t gue ss ed what I'm u:_:> to. Masta Shella won't leave the guardhouse." But y ou said--" "Now, interrupted the s cout "we 'll get do w n to the kernel of the plo t. Every night I've s tayed at Benton Pawnee and I have had a room that look s like a junk s hop. There are all s orts of cos tumes hanging up in that room and all sorts of fal s e whi s ker s and wigs." "They have private theatrical s here during the winter, e plained Holc o mb "and masquerade balls, and all that. You and Pawnee are bunked in the storeroom." "I made a gu ess that explained the matter," said the sco ut. Am ong the wigs I s aw one of long yellow hair, just the s hade of Ma sta Shella's hair." "Ah!" murmured the captain. "I'm beginning to un der s tand Y o u, Cody, are planning to rig yourself out as Masta Shella." Keno." 'Y o u re going t o ri d e t o certain death, to-morro w m the attempt to s ave m y sis ter. I won t have it ."

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THE BUFF ALO BILi STORIES. 9 The scout laughed softly. "Wrong!" said he. "I'm not going to commit suicide Holcomb, but fool the Sioux war party." "What will happen to you when Yellow Horse and his gang of red cutthroats come close enough to you to di cover that you are not Masta Shella?" "In the first place," expounded the scout "not all the gang come to me at the foot of the 1\1ill. Yellow Horse will come, I feel sure, and probably this half breed, Talk-a-heap. There may be a few more but not enough to do me any particular damage." "You'll be at the mercy of all the bucks who do come down--" ."No. If they try to do anything I'll be doing thmg, too. Besides, Pawnee Bill and the Absarokes will be watching, under If any of my pards get in from the cantonment before Pawnee starts out with his Crows, they'll ride with the scouting party." "\i\Thy not let me go along with a detachment of troopers ?" asked Holcomb. "A trooper is a good fighter, but he's a poor scout We've got to keep the movements of the scouts a secret from the Sioux. The hostile reds must not suspect that we are framing up a deal against them." "I understand that, but five Crows with Pawnee will be too small a force." principal will lie in our mobility-our ability to move sw iftly from point to point and strike before the reds know what we're up to. The troopers ai:e not flee! enough. A sma ll force that can be rapidly con trolled ts far and away more effective, in this case, than a larger force of white men, that mus t get around slowlv." "There's something in that." "There's everything in it." I want to do some thing," fretted Holcomb. 'I don t want to stay .at the po s t, cooling my heel s, while you, and Pawnee Bill, and the se Crows are doing all the work." "Of you don't, andTve planned for you to take a hand m the game. To-morrow noon Holcomb take a picked of twelve men and along Cheyenne Hill. What happens at noon will pretty near tell the tale, so far as my plans are concerned. If we s ucceed, you'll probably see us hiking for Benton with the three prisoner s There's a chance that we may be more than glad to have you cover the retreat." "I'll be ready to do that, never fear. Depend on me." The scout again turned to the prince of the bowie. "P d "d h "d h f ar sat e, on t s ow yoursel or let any of the Crows show themselves., to-morrow noon until you see my right hand lifted." ' "Correct," said Pawnee Bill. "I do.n't know myself just what will happen at Chey enne Hill, so I can't &"!:ate exactly what I'm going to do. you, any of the Crows, see me on the way to the hill, don t try to cross my trail. Let me go on. It wouldn't do to have any Sioux scouts see me talking with you or with any of the Crow sco ut s ." "I savvy the burro, necarnis," said Pawnee Bill. "Then you might go with Holcomb and explain fhe to. Colonel Weatherby." The captain, greatly heartened by the scout's calm con fidence, the porch with Pawnee Bill. Together they made their way acro ss the parade ground to the colonel's office Buffalo Bill resumed his chair and lighted another cigar. "' CHAPTER VI. \ CHEYENNE HILL. Cheyenne Hill, the place set by Talk-a-heap for the meeting of the Sioux with the released Masta Shella wa s some twelve miles up the river from Benton. Pawnee Bill and his scouts got away in the early hours of the mornmg. They took with them the scout's war house, Bear Paw. 1:he big black, if the scout had ridden the animal whil as Masta Shella, wou ld have aroused the sus p1c10ns of the Sioux plotters, for the war horse was almost as we ll known to them as was the scout himself. None of the scout's other pards arrived from the can tonment q n the Musselshell, so they could not ride with the prince of the bowie and the Absarokes. The scout was sorry for this, as he would have been more than pleased to have had the masterful Wild Bill, the redoubt old Nomad, and the clever Little Cayuse in the scout. party. :tiowever, Pawnee Bill was capable of manag mg everything-he had forgotten more about suf:h work than most frontiersmen ever knew-and the scout relied upom him implicitly. Every of the plan was carefully followed And the details reached farther than the scout hai lined in his talk with Holcomb and Pawnee on the ,,orch in officers row. Sioux scouts might be watching everything that took place at the po s t, and it was necessary for Buffalo Bill to proceed with exceeding care. At .eight o'.clock in the morning, an Indian cayuse with a braided bndle, and only a saddle blanket girded to hi s back, was to the door of the guardhouse by a trooper. Holcomb, with a s mall detail of men, approached the guardhou se, a few minutes later, ancf went inside. Buffalo Bill, in the room with Masta Shella, was pre paring himself for his risky venture. He was not particular to copy Masta Sheila's clothing-he cou ld have purloined the prisoner's clothes if he had wanted to do that-but he was exceedingly particular about the wig with the long yellow hair. This he had adjusted carefully, allowing the yellow hair to fall down over his own flowing locks. He wore his own hat, pulled over his own coat a sol d_ier's blouse, and incased his nether limbs in coppernveted overalls, the bottoms of which he tucked into his boot tops. His belt, with one of his revolvers hanging in his holster, he had sent away with Bear Paw. The other revolver was thrust into the front of the overalls. He wanted it to appear to the Sioux as though he had been cast adrift from the post unarmed, and on a scrub cayuse, as would have been the case had Masta Shella been freed. "\i\That the blazes you tryin' ter do?" demanded Masta Shella, the prisoner, rattling his chains a s he turned to size up the scout. "Making myself an understudy for you, replied the scout. "What fer?" "If you don't know, you can't tell anybody." Masta Shella grunted and settled himself back on his bench.

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IO THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "How do I s tack up, Holcomb? demanded the scout. "From the back, with all that yellow hair," the captain answered, 'you're a dead ringer for Masta Shella. Dut from the front-well, at half a dozen yards, any <.tie who knows Cody coul"d tell him without a second look. "If Yellow Horse or Talk-a-heap comes that close to me," laughed the scout, ''I'll not give him a chance to take a secon d look. I s the horse outside?" "Yes." "The hor se I picked out last night?" "The same; and I must say he's a mangy-looking little brute ." "There's bottom to him, in spite of his l ooks A cayuse i s always a hundred per cent. bet ter than you'd size him up, from his general appearance." The door of the guardhou se was flung just th en, and Colonel Weatherby s trode in. (le was a small man, bu t he .. was a mighty warrior, and hi s name was one to conjure with in that part of the country. "I've been thinking this over, Cody," s aid he, "and I must say I don't like it. "'What is there about it, colonel, that you don't like? asked the scout. "\i\Thy, the danger you're running into ." "Danger? What's that?" and the sco ut laugh ed "It's this," persisted the colonel. "Suppose you slip a cog over there :l;t Cheyenne Hill? Suppose-" "But I won't." "You say yourself that you don't know exactly what you'll do until you see what happens at the hill. T at's correct. I'm n o t a mind reader, colonel, and I'm n ot gifted with second sight. Circumstances alter cases." "Suppose you're floored with a bu)let--" "Don't suppose anything so improbable." "Well, if you won't listen to that, suppose you yourself drop into the hands of the reds? If Talk-a-heap, the wily scoundrel, should get hold of you, there'd be noth ing left for me to do but to turn loo se thi s Masta Shella." \i\fhat good would that do, colonel? You don't think for a minute that Talk-a-heap and Yellow Horse would let me go simply because you had released Masta Shella? And, in spite of that note that was flung into camp on the arrow, you know as well as I do that Yellow Horse and Talk-a-heap never intended to release my Dutch pard, Miss Holcomb, and Newt J erson, even if Masta Shella was cast adrift." "No red will let g o his hold on a white prisoner if he can help it." "Then we've got to fight this thing through as I have planned it; there's no other way." The colonel chewed on an unlighted cigar. "If anything happens to you," he growled, "I'll have a nice report to send in !" will happen to me but it won't be at all se rious. All ready, captain?" "All ready, Buffalo Bill," answered Holcomb. "Then yank me out of thi s military yamen and throw t;ne onto the cayuse." Iasta Shella watched the play with popping eye He couldn't understand it, clown to the fine points, but he had overheard enough to give him an inkling of th e scout's real purpose. Buffalo Bill was hustled out of the guardhouse by the men i t h Holcomb Jus t outside the door he was covered with soldier guns and ordered to mount hor;;e. After he had obeyed the horse w as led through the s tockade gate and pointed up river. "Scat!'' cried the men with the leveled guns. "Get out of here!' roared the captain. "If we see anything of you in s ide of two minutes, we'll shoot." Feigning terror, the s cout dug in with his heels and the Roman-n osed cayuse bounded for the dim trail that led up the river in the direction of Cheyenne Hill. He was out of s ight in one minute, and he looked fear fully backward as a screen of brus h hid him from the hill and the post. Nothing had been see n or heard of Wild Bill, Nomad, and Little Cayuse up to the time the scout had left. If they came in later they were to accompany the captain and hi s picked squad, and by no mean s to try to go on to Cheyenne Hill o n their own hook. "Those missing pards of mine," thought Buffalo Bill as he rode, "will be badly cut up when they learn what they have missed. I should have liked to have them along, but when you can't have what you want you mu st do the best with what you have." It was a lone some trail the seout rode. The cayuse wa s a pounder, and every time hi s hoofs came down there \Vas no spring of the mu s cle s, or of the knee s It was like a gallop on a saw horse. Stirrups would ha':'e enabled the scou t to ease the jolt so mewhat, but there were no stir rups. The dim trail led through scanty timber, and occasion ally cleared the timber and debouched through the open country. He figured that it was eleven o'clock when he first glimpsed the bare crest of Cheyenne Hill, looming up ahead of him and to the left. He drew to slower pace, for he had plenty of time at his disposal. what had Pawnee Bill and the Absarokes accom plished? he was askirtg him se lf. In the end the success of that day's work might depend upon the work the prince of the b owie and his red aides had performed. Turning suddenly from the blind trail, the scout pointed the cayuse for the north s lope of the hill He saw no one, neither Sioux, Crow, nor man. He knew h'e should see none of the Crows, nor Pawnee B ill, for hi s in s tructions had carefully covered that point, but he had had a fear that some Sioux warrior might meet him on the trail and try to ride with him. Such a mov e would have spelled discovery and disaster. However, as before stated, he encountered no one, white or red. On leaving the brush and the timber, he set an angling cou r se To the right of the hill's north slope he observed with satisfaction, a screen of alders and other under growth. Somewhere, in that line of brush, he felt sure that Pawnee Bill and his Absarokes were waiting-waiting for the moment when he should raise his arm and s ummon them to his aid. Ten minutes after leaving the timber he was halted at the north foot of the hill. "Now, reels," he muttered, peering around, "play your hand It's noon, and you re to suppose that Masta Shella is o n deck and-Ah!" he broke off suddenly, as a horse and rider appeared around a small spur that jutted o ut of the hill's western side, "here's some one. \Vhat Only one? This is luck. It's the breed, Talk-a-heap, if I'm any judge of mongrels." Pretending n ot to see the approaching half-breed

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I THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. I I scout turned his horse and looked in an opposite direction. This placed his back toward the half-breed; and his back, as Holcomb had informed him, looked identically like the back of the real Masta Shella. The thump of hoofs came close at a gallop. Still, the scout did not turn. "Masta Shella!" called a voice. The half-breed was almo s t at the scout's side. He whirled to an about-face, then, and things began to hap pen. CHAPTER VII. TAKING A PRISONER. A quick glance at the spur did not reveal to the scout th e presence of any Sioux who might have been waiting for Talk-a-heap to tran s act hi s bu s ine ss and return with the s upposed Masta Shella. This wa s a plea s ing discovery and the scout' s purpo s e, s uddenly formed, ne e ded not to be changed. He would lay Talk-a-heap by the heel s and make off w itli him. The half-breed, about to u s e hi s tongue and make good hi s right to his name, s uddenly acted a s th o ugh frozen t o the back of his cayuse. He stared at the s c o ut, hi s mouth agape and astoni s h m ent in his face. He may not have rec o gnized Buffal o B ill, but he certainly failed to r e cognize Masta She lla in the scout's make-up. Before the half-breed could move the s cout was alongs ide him. I want you, Talk-a-heap !" s aid the scout. A s he reached out his)hancl s the half-breed s uddenly awoke to the fact that this white man who looked some thing like Masta Shella wa s on the p o int of grappling w ith him. A dfle lay acro ss hi s hors e in front of him. Dodging the hand s Talk-a-heap lifted the rifle and lung e d a t the s c out with it s muzzle. The scout evaded the muzzle, then caught it in hi s h and s wrenched the gun a w ay, and struck at1 the half-breed with the clubbed s t ock. Talk-a-heap ducked s o wildl y to avoid th e blow that he hurled him s elf from the back of hi s horse. The butt of the rifle de s cribed a viciou s half circle in the air, met no resistance, and flew out of the scout's hands. The. scout dropped fro m hi s horse. Talk-a-heap, giving vent to a wild yell, w hirled and started to run back along the base of the hill. In half a second Buffalo Bill was on the ground, and in a second more he had over,Pauled the half-breed and grabbed him by the Talk-a-heap whirled and began to fight in good earne s t. F rom s ome where ab o ut his clothes he had developed a knife. He made a murderous whole-arm swing, calculat ing, no doubt to impale the s cout on the blade's point. But his calculation s mis s ed the de s ired re s ult. Swift as lightning, Buffalo Bill dropped to his knees. The blade de s cribed a glimmering arc over his head. Gripping Talk-a-heap ab out the leg s the scout gave a heave that overthrew him. The half-breed qn the flat of hi s back, with an impact th a t wa s terrific. His head mu s t have struck somering hard, for he threw out hi s arms and relapsed into silence and inaction with a s uddenne s s that surprised Buffalo Bill. Possibly he was shamming. This thought occurred to the scout, and he would have made an examination of the half-breed, had there been time. But time, it now developed, was exceedingly limited. Well down the side of Cheyenne Hill could be seen a smother of mounted Sioux Their ponies' legs were working like piston rods; hurrying their riders to the scene of the trouble between the half-breed and Masta Shella. The scout looked around Talk-a-heap's horse had bounded away in a fright, and the Roman-nosed cayuse was on the point of shying off. One leap enabled the scout to grab the reins of the cayuse, and he hurried the brute to the half-breed's side. The Sioux were advancing at speed. Still the scout did not lift his hand in signal to Pawnee Bill and the Crows. "Too many Sioux and not enough Crows," ran the bur den of the s cout s swift thought s "We can t tip our hands yet, with nothing dis covered s o far a s I know, a s to the whereabout s of Mi s s Holcomb and the other two prisone1:s. I'll work thi s out on the line of least re sistance. It wa s plain to Buffalo Bill, b y then that Talk-a-heap -was no t shamming He was reall y s tunned and power le ss. Lifting his helple ss captive t o the back of the cay u s e the s cout mounted behind him and turned around th e e a s tern s ide of the hill. Pawnee Bill mu s t hav e wondered at his pard' s mov e but he wa s true to hi s in s truction s in s pite o f hi s pard 's peril. The sign had not been given, and neither the bowi e man .nor his Ab s arokes s how e d them s elve s Flickering along in pursuit of th e scout and hi s over loaded cayuse were seven Sioux warrior s During that flight and pursuit, the scout' s judgment of the cayu s e 's bottom proved correct. Gamely the cayuse stood up under th e ,\rork required of him. Be lost ground in the race t o be s ure, but h e lost it slowly. Puffing and snorting, h e leaped along th e ba s e of the hill, the scout scanning the topography of th e country for some good place to make a s tand. Another spur ran out from that side of the hill, well toward the south end of the irregular o v al that wa s de scribed by the hill s base. This ridge was not more than ten feet high, but it was literally plastered with boulder s and there wa s a veritable nest of them on its top. The scout turned the panting up the rough slop e It was rough work, and slow, but there wa s only ten feet of a climb, and the cayuse made it. Here the formation of the boulder s was far more fav orable for a stand than the s cout had dared to hope. The nest was really a nest, con s i s ting o f a cleared a re a with jagged granite bulwarks it on every s ide The cayuse stumbled into the cleared space and droppe d to his knees. The scout and hi s unconscious prison e r were saved the trouble of di s mounting, for the cayu s e 's fall threw them from his back. Leaving cayuse and prisoner to shift for themselves for a the scout whirled, jerked free his revolv er, and sank to his knees. The weapon barked between tw o of the rocks and the singing lead caused the seven Sioux to halt suddenly that their ponies sat down and slid on the hard earth.

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I2 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. Instantly all seven of them made the peace sign. Two or three of them, getting their mounts in hand, rode the sign, thus endeavoring, by all means in their p o wer, to show the scout that their intentions were not hostile but friendly. "They think I'm Masta Shella," muttered the scout. "'Talk-a-heap is the only one that isn't fooled. But I can't see Yell ow Horse. Where's the war chief?" A moveme'nt behind the scout caused him to turn. Talk-a-heap was reviving. He was still bewildered, and until he could get the drift of events he would not be dangerous, but the scout had to deal with him at once. With a final look at the seven redskins, still frantically making their peace signs at a safe distance, Buffalo Bill turned away from the boulders and laid quick hands on Talk-a-heap Throwing him down, he pressed the muzzle of the revolver to his forehead. "Savvy the gun, Talk-a-heap?" he hissed. "All same," muttered the man. "Savvy him go off you make a noise?" "Ugh!" grunted Talk-a-heap, cringing. Covering his prisoner with the revolver, the scout rose erect and backed to the cayuse. Working with one hand, and keeping his menacing eyes and the revolver point on the half-breed, he removed the band that secured the blanket to the cayuse's back. The band was of strong leather, and the scout knelt on his prisoner while he ripped the band in half with his knife. "On your face, now!" he ordered. "Pronto!" Talk-a-heap turned over obediently1 and Buffalo Bill quickly secured his wrists, and then his feet. Not a word, Talk-a-heap," he threatened, "in a voice that's loud enough to reach your red friend s Try it, and I 'll train the gun on you. Your mi s erable life is valuable to you, I reckon, and if you want to keep it you'll follow orders. Savvy?" Talk-a-heap's answer was a gurgle, but it was an affir mative gurgle. He realized that Buffalo Bill, although at bay among the rocks, had the whip hand over him, at all events. The scout stole another look between the boulder s The seven Sioux were clustered togeth e r, evidently talk ing over the peculiar situation. Certainly the swift run of events must have struck them a s most remarkable. Here was Masta Shella, relea s ed by the cunning of Yellow Horse and Talk-a-heap, s ud denly turning upon one of his rescuers and running away from the rest of them. "Where's Yellow Horse, Talk-a-heap?" The scout threw the question at the half-breed while continuing to keep his eyes on the seven beyond the low ridge. 'Bout two-t'ree minit, by gee-krips, you bettar look ont, growled Talk-a-heap, "dose Sioux dey was get your hair." "I'm asking you a question, Talk-a-heap," returned the s cout. "Where's Yellow Hors e?" "He stay with de pris'ners. You bettar look out. Do s e Kul-tus-til-akum, dey grab your hair." "How far away are the prisoners?" "Yaas, I don' tell dat. y OU look for save your hair, by gee-krips, and not bodder 'bout de pris'ners." One of the Sioux at that moment, with both hand s lifted high, palm s outward, began riding toward th e fo o t of the low ridge. In order to make the scout more cer tain of his peaceable intentions, he left his weapons with his friends. "I'm going to palaver with one of the reds, Talk-a heap," muttered the scout, "and, while I'm doing it, you can save your bacon by keeping a still tongue in your head. Cumtux ?" Talk-a-heap gave another affirmative gurgle, and the scout crouched low and watched warily. Stop!" he shouted, when the Indian had come within easy earshot. "Now, redskin, what do you want with Masta Shella?" CHAPTER VIII. GETTING CLEAR. The redskin who had advanced upon the ridge ap peared to have a fair command of English. For that very purpose, probably, he had been selected by the rest to act as spokesman and get some explanation from Masta Shella of his queer actions. "You all same Masta Shella, huh?" shouted the Indian. "All same." "Why Masta Shella make um fight?" "No savvy why you try make um jump Masta Shella. "No hurt um Masta Shella All same friend s ." "Why you chase um Masta Shella?" "Masta Shella_ run, all s ame ketch um Talk-a-heap. In jun run to ketch um Masta Shella, tell um Injun all s am e friend." "No like um," said the scout. "Why you no like um? Yellow Hors e him s ave um Masta Shella. Talk-a:heap him save um Masta h ella Why you no like um?" "Why Yellow Horse save um ?'1 "Yellow Horse all same friend." "Sioux warriors kill um Broken Arrow, Masta Shelia' s friend. How Masta She lla know Sioux warriors no kill um Masta Shella?" The sc o ut, in thi s talk, was harking back to the s an guinary event that had o ccurred at the time Holcomb 's wagon train was besieged by an overpowering force o f Sioux. Yellow Horse and hi s warrior s had been fooled into attacking the train by the duplicity o f Masta Shella and Broken Arrow. In their anger, whe n the doub1e dealing was discovered, the Sioux had killed Broken Ar row. Yellow Hors e heap sorry him kill um Broken Arrow. All s ame save um Ma sta Shella fro m white pony soger s "No like um double tongue, s houted the scout. "Sioux talk um double tongue." Talk um straight tongue," insi s ted the redskin. "No b'leeve um." Ma sta Shella come, go with Injun to Yellow Horse. Yellow Horse tell um." \Vher e's Yellow Hors e?" "Him s tay with pris'ners, two hat weaver s one white s quaw. You Mas ta Shella; cbme go with In jun to Yellow Hors e. "N ah! In jun bring Y e llow Hors e to Masta Sh e lla." "Yellow Hors e no like um. Y e llow H o r s e 11m s a y Injun bring um Mas ta Shella.

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 13 "Masta Shella no like um. Injun make a good many b ad play this grass." You no come?" :\Iasta Shella stay here. You take um other Injun go for Yellow Horse. Yellow Horse say him friend of Masta Shella, then Masta Shella b'leeve." "We bring um, said the Indian, and turned his pony and cantered toward his waiting comrades. Then followed another council. After a palaver of two or three minutes, the spokesman for the seven Sioux again approached the ridge, hands in the air. "What do you want now?" yelled the scout. Masta Shella let um Talk-a-heap go 'long with Injun ?" asked the Sioux. "No let um," replied the scout firmly. "One Injun' go for Yellow Horse," suggested the Sioux, "other In jun him stay, huh?" "All Injun go. All Injun no go, Masta Shella shoot um Talk-a-heap." No shoot um," cried the redskin; "In jun a,11 go." Again he turned and rejoined his companions, again there was a council, and then, to the scout's surprise, the w h o le s even whirled their ponies and galloped toward the n o rth end of Cheyenne Hill. \Vhat do you think of that!" chuckled the scout. "I've fooled that outfit to the top of their bent. They're all g o ing for Yellow Horse." "In jun blame' fool!" s narled Talk-a-heap. I agree with you, Talk-a-heap," returned the scout, g e tting up and pu s hing the revolver into the band of hi s trousers. Dey all same t'ink1 ydtt Masta Shella,'' went on the half-breed. They don t know the difference, Talk-a-heap. I kept do wn behind the rock s and they evidently didn't recog nize any difference between my voice and the white renegade's." Bymeby dose Injun dey come back, den by gee-krips yo u lo s e your hair." / vVhen they come back, Talk-a-heap, I won t be here." Den me, I tell dose Injun you not Masta Shella." "No, you won't. You won't be here, either." Bending down, the scout grabbed the half-breed by the s houlders and lifted him upright on his bound feet. W ere you gone take me, huh?" demanded the half breed. "I'm going to take you to a place where you'll be safer than you are here." ' By gee-krips I no like dat. Who you mafis, huh?" "Pa-e-has-ka. Savvy Pa-e-has-ka ?" A shiver ran through the form of the half"-breed. "Ugh!' he muttered, "dis be good chance for geet keel. Pa-e-has-ka Whoosh!" "Up on the horse with you, Talk-a-heap! You can't help yourself much, but be careful you don't do anything to hinder my work. Now!" The scout lifted the breed in his brawny arms and laid him across the pony like a bag of meal. "I lak bettar go on de foot," grumbled Talk-a-heap. "No like to ride da cayuse lak
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14 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES / w a s afraid they d treat me a s they had treated Broken Arrow They in s i s ted that they were friends. I pre tended n o t to believe them and told them they'd have to get Yellow Horse before I came out of the rocks and had any c o nfidence in their pretentions. So," and here the scout laughed, they rushed away to get their chief." 'f.hey'll be b ck--" Not for an yet, so Talk-a-heap says." Well when they do come, and find you're not on the t o p of that rock pile, they ll begin to thihk they were fooled. " I expect that." "But what' s the use of it all, necarnis? You'll have to d iagram thi s out for me. If you wanted to fool them before, w h y don t y ou want to keep on fooling t h e m ? ' "For the rea so n that we are going to try and effect a r esc u e o f M i ss Holcomb, the baron and Ne w t Jers on ." "When--" "Wh e n th e r e d s c o me back w ith Ye llow Hors e to av ow th e ir fri e ndl y intenti o n s and get me out from among th e roc k s If th e seve n c o me back with the chief, that w ill l eave only p a rt o f their numb e r t o look 0after the prison e r s Yo u a nd I a nd the C ro ws I believe, will be able t o g e t th e prisoner s away from the s rfiail numb e r of Sioux l ef t w ith them w ithout much t ro ubl e-poss ibl y 'Without an y troubl e " B y m y medicine ," murn d Paw nee Bill "but that's a cle ve r dodge. There's onl y one place in your s cheme th a t lo o k s doubtful to me necarn is "What place i s that?" "Wh y, yo u don t know w her e th e pri>ioners are." "That's what we re now g o ing to find out." "How?" The sco ut laid h o ld of Talk-a-heap and tipped him off the cayu s e "This going to tell u s awne e," he an swe r e d s ternly. CHAPTER IX. TALK-A-HEA P TALKS. Talka -h e a p flo pped o ver on hi s back a s he fell from th e h o rse and la y s taring up at the s c out and the bo w i e m a n. "By the s acred 0-zu-ha muttered Pawnee Bill, "this f ellow's fa c e i s enough to hang him. He's the wors t looking kiy i I've se en in the s e parts "II e 's jus t a s t o ugh a s he loo k s s aid the scout. "Loo k i1e r e Talk-a-heap, he add ed Then while the half-breed watched him closely Buffalo Bill removed the ye llow-haired wig s tripped awa y the army blou s e and the ove rall s and stood out in hi s regulation gear. "Roll tho s e thing s up and stuff them in your saddle bags, Pawnee, went on the s cout. The prince of the bowie began arranging the make-up in a compact bundle and s towing them in hi s war bag. The scout, while wa s going on, had stepped to the s ide of the half-breed. "If there were an y d o ubt s in your mind about my being Pa-e-ha ska, said he, I reck o n they re about gone, b y thi time. I'm Buffalo Bill, the man who doe s what h e s ay s he 's g o ing t o Now lis t en. My pard and I are o ut here with s om e Crow s c outs t o r es cue Mi s s Holcomb, m y Dutc h pard, and New t J e r so n. "Vv e re g o ing t o get them ; s avv y? What's m o re you're g o ing to help u s g e t th em. If th e three pri so n e rs, o r an y o ne of themf s uffer harm at the hand s o f Y ellow H o r se we' re g o ing t o se n d you over the one-way trail. " You no keel me fo r wat Y ellow Hors e d o t o do e pri s' her ?" Talka-hea p, in a pani c Y o u heard m e s a y so, didn t you ? And didn t I tell you a m o m e nt ag o, th a t B uffal o Bill 's w ord w a s as g ood a s hi s bond?" B y gee -krip s H o w I w a s gon e help wa t Yellow Hors e do?" I 'll tell you T he o nl y w a y you can s a ve your h a ir i s b y telling u s what we can do to save the pri so ner s \ V il! yo u an s wer m y que s tion s'?" I s pik w'a t yo u w ant b u t m e I no wan' t o he "How did Yello w H o rse know Mi ss Holcomb w a s com ing from Cu ster?" Wacl, an swe r e d Talk-a-h e ap s hiftil y he find him out. "How?" I w a s at de fort, an I h ear d e talk bout d e g a l when s he c o me an w hen s h e g o ne start for Be nton ." Then yo u g o t awa y fro m C u ster ahead o f h e r and t o l d Yellow H o r se a n d hi s gang about it ?" "Yaes " Yellow H o r se w a s qui c k to take up your scheme? "I brav' mans, Pa-e-ha s-ka; I--" Pah muttered Paw n ee Bill dis gu s tedly. "I s a ve de pri s' ner s' live s "How d id y o n s ave the pri so ner s' lives?" I s pik t o d ose mans Y ellow Horse H e wa s g one k eel all d e pr i s 'n e r s I s a y, 'No k e el, mak' pri s'ner; den w e tra d e pris' n e r fo r Masta S hella .' S o dat ees w'at we do, a n' de pri s' ner s lives e e s s ave'." "It w as your sch e me to trade the pri s oner s for M a sta S hella?" "Ya es I blame sharp mans, sharp as de s t e el t r ap, yaes."

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, THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES: Once more the scout turned to Talk-a-heap. "Yellow Horse and his warriors were not on very good terms with Masta Shella," said he, "at the time 1fasta Shella was captured." "Nah," sajd Talk-a-heap. "Masta Shella him liked by all de Sioux. When de Pah-sap-pah (Black Hills) Sioux dey hear dat Masta Shella has been made pris'ner, den dey send word to Yellow Horse, 'You no come back without dat Masta Shella; you get keel you come back without dat }flasta Shella.' So Yellow Horse he try get Masta Shella." "I'm beginning to under stand this layout," said the scout. "Yellow Horse and his war party may be at outs with Masta Shella, but their people, back in the Pah-sap pah, won't have any harm happen to him if they ccrn help it. So they have put it up to Yellow Horse to bring Masta Shella back, or suffer the conseqpences. This ac counts for the present hostility of the Sioux, when we had them beaten. Now-" A distant thump of pony hoofs reached the ears of the pards. Pawnee Bill jumped to the undergrowth, pushed it aside, and looked out toward Cheyenne Hill. On-she-ma-da, necarnis !" he turning away. "The Sioux are back, and they re bringing Yellow Horse. They're slashing for that ridge where you stood off the seven." "No time to lose, then," said the scout. "Bring up the Crows in a rush, Pawnee.'' CHAPTER X. THE CAVE IN THE CANON. Buffalo Bill, Pawnee Bill, and the Crows worked swiftly and silently. It was the scout's purpo se, if pos s ible, to rescue all the prisoners before Yellow Horse could return to them from Cheyenne Hill. In order to do that, the scout's force must strike, and strike quickly. In this the excellence of the scout's reasoning when telling hi s plans to Holcomb wa s clearly apparent. A force of troopers, good fighters though the veterans were, was vastly inferior to the s cout' s Crows, a s led by Pawnee Bill. The Crows, with the pards at their head, could swoop from point to point, strike their blow s and be away again before the Sioux had knowledge of their action s But there wa s one point that troubled the scout. From Pawnee Bill''S' discoveries that morning, it ap peared that the prisoners had been separated. To go to the place where Talk-a-heap was to guide them, and rescue the girl and the baron, then to go to the pocket and re s cue Newt J erson, made double wotk. Double work took more time; and more time might give the Sioux a chance to get back to either place before the scout and his force had accomplished their work. 1 These reflections, although disquieting, did not prevent the scout from hurrying to carry out his planst ,... Talk-a-heap's horse had been lost at the time of the prisoner s capture, but the scout still had the Roman nosed cayuse which he had ridden from the fort. The half-breed's feet were unbound, he was made to mount the cayuse, and then his feet were bound again under the animal's body. The scout, on Bear Paw, and Pawnee Bill, on his war, hor se, Chick-Chick, rode on either side of Talk-a-heap, their riatas encircling the cayu se's oeck. For the h9-lf-breed's convenience in riding and guid ing, his hands were freed; but he was as much a prisoner a s ever, being constantly under the watchful eyes of the two pard s The five Crows rode behind, active and alert as bloodhound s The scout took a look for himself at the side of Chey enne Hill, jus t before starting away. The Sioux riding their peace s igns within easy s hot of the spur where he had been holed away his half-breed pri s oner. They could not :,ee 1'1asta Shella and the half-breed but they mu s t have been under the impression that they were still there. Smothering a l a ugh the scout turned a\yay. \Vhat 's up?" queried the bowie man. "Start yourself, s aid the scout, jumping into hi s "What's if you put any vaiue -0n that sca lp or yours get over the ground for a record. We've got to re sci.fe the girl before the Sioux chief and hi s outfit get to where we're going. " I go queek, an s wered Talk-a-heap, and struck the cayu se with his heels. The horse jumped away, and Buffalo Bill and Pawnee Bill kept a pace that held them alongside the prisoner. "vVhy, Pawnee," observed the scout, as they rode, "Yel low Hors e and his bucks are under impression that I am still in that nest of boulders on top of the ridge. They're cutting up their peace didoes and trying hard to make me show myself." The bowie man laughed. "You ve buffaloed them to the queen's taste, necarnis," said he. "It was a clever play-tlie only play that could have s aved the prisoners." T alk-a-heap was conning a course that followed the river bank, and kept the whole party well within the screen of the timber . They were working upstream, and they kept their ponies at a gallop. The timber was scanty and there wa s not enough undergrowth to interfere with their rapid passage. "The point that bothers me," said the scout, "is the one you developed. "Which was that?"

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES: "\Vhy, the separating of the prisoners. Yott discov ered Jerson holed away in a pocket. That means that Yellow Horse,, for some purpose of his own, pas divided his captives. J ecson is in one place, and Miss Holcomb and the baron are in another. We've got to inake both places before the reds get away from Cheyenne Hill-and the pocket may be at a c.onsiderable distance from the place to which Talk-a-heap is taking us." "Don't lose sight of the fact, necarnis, that the reds, when they leave Cheyenne Hill, will go only to one place." "They might divide their force and send a part to each place." "What will Yellow Horse think when he fails to find the supposed Masta Shella at Cheyenne Hill?" "He may think he has been fooled." "And start at once to put the prisoners out of the way?" "That. is more than possible." "Then he be apt to go to the place where Miss Holcor.nb and the baron were left? The girl's his most impb-rta .nt prisoner." "Check. You've got that dead to rights, Pawnee." "I can't figure,'.' went on Pawnee Bill, "why Yell ow Horse should scatter his prisoners ilround like that. It compels him .to divide his own force in order to furnish guards, and we know, and he must know, that it is a tactical blunder to diminish a small force in the face of a strQI'lger force of the enemy." "He don't know how large a force we've got," and the scout turned a grim backward look at the five Crow scouts. f "He knows that he has stirred up the whole post with that letter which was shot into officers' row on the arrow he'll figure on having all the soldiers at Ben ton on his track." ''\Ye come close to de place, Pa-e-has-ka," answered the half-breed. "You see dose brush?" he queried, point ing upward. "Yes." "Dere Vl{e stop. You do de rest on foot. You tell me dis, Pa-e-haska." "What?" "If you save de white squaw, an' de ojder two pris'ner, den I go free?". "You go free, yes." "Good! Me, I do w'at I can, you bet." "That's a sensible way of looking at it. The better you do, Talk-a-heap, the safer you'll be. You're a coyote, if there ever was one, but you're entitled to consideration if you help us rescue the prisoners." Reaching the chaparral, they pushed into it and then halted suddenly. Breaking sheer away from under their horses' front feet was a dizzy gulf. The lip of the chasm was level with the ground, and, on a dark night, it would have been possible for a man to tumble over the brink to his doom in the depths below. Perhaps the gulf measured a hundred feet from rim rock to rim rock, and a hundred feet from rim rock to bottom. It extended north and south, curving into a sqrt bow shape at the ends and vanishing from the pards' eyes. "Down dere is de place, Pa-e-has-ka," said the half breed, pointing. "I can't see any sign of reds in the bottom of the cafion." "You see dose white rock?" The scout, straining his eyes, was able to see the rock. "Yes," he answered. "Dat ees by de cave in de cafion. Him ole Cheyenne Cave. Dere ees w'ere de pris'ner was lef'." -"How do we get down ?" "I reckon he will, and h.is plan, it seems.to me, "De dey ride up cafion, but me, I was sharp IS. to bother the soldiers makmg them look m two mans. I no breeng you up de canon for fear we meet different places for the prisoners. He kno\vs the soldose Injun mans. You get down by de rope, first to dat diers will be after him, even if Colonel Wea th er by could leetle shelf den to de next place at de bottom. Always be clubbed into setting Masta Shella at liberty." you use de' rope." "He must know the soldiers would be after him harder "We'll commence at once," declared the scout, slipping than ever with Masta Shella free to kick up more rue from his saddle. "There's no time to throw at the birds." tions in the Indian country!' "That's why he's dividing his prisoners. He don't in tend to release them because Masta Shella is released. That was a cinch, right from the start. Now--" The scout broke off suddenly. While his conversation with Pawnee Bill was proceeding, Talk-a-heap bad guided them 'O..it of the timber and across a bare stretch of ground that sloped steadily upward. At the top of this rise was a chaparral of trees and bushes, cutting the sky line sharply. "\Vhat now, Talk-a-heap?" demanded the scout. Talk-a-heap was left on the Roman-nosed cayuse, but his hands were firrply lashed at his back and he was put in charge of Spotted Wolf. N ahkee, by virtue of being the best hand player, was leader of the Crows. To him the scout, in curt1 sharp words, emphasized the fact that the half-breed was to be treated considerately while on his good behavior. The pards' riatas were spliced together. The Crows happened to have ropes, and four of these were spliced onto the pards' riatas. When this work was done, one end of the spliced cable was fastened securely to a boulder

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORI ES. at the rim o f th e ca no n a n d th e o th e r encl was d ropped do w n ward. It struck t h e s h elf, m i dway of the cliff, and th e free e ncl l ay t h ere The s cout and th e bow i e m a n p ull ed off t h e i r boot s and threw as ide th eir coats a n d hats. T heir bel t s and guns the y to o k w ith th e m. The s cout w a s fir s t to de sce n d H a ngin g t o th e rope and planting hi s feet a gain s t th e ro c k y wa ll h e m ade t h e de s cent ea sily t o t h e s h elf There he cast downward the re s t of the rope and p resen tl y g ai n e d t h e bottom of th e cafion. Paw n e e Bill followed close beh in d hi m They we r e l ess than a doze n feet from t he w h ite rock indicated1 b y Talk-ah eap At t he s i de of the rock wa s a black opening l e adin g int o th e b oso m of t h e cliff. "There are p ro b abl y so m e reds on gua r d in s i de that h o le, w hi s p ere d the b ow i e man. We'll cr e ep in o n t h em," a n swered t h e scout "We'll have a big advant a g e i f we ca n t a k e th em by surpri se." P ass ing t o t he s i d e of th e cavern e n t r a n ce, Buffalo Bill d ro pp ed t o his kn ees an d b e g an wo r m ing hi s stea l thy way int o t he bla n k dar! rn ess Pawn ee B ill craw l ed a l o n g at hi s heels. CHAPTER XI. A TIGHT SQUEAK. T h e sco u t kn ew n o thin g abou t Cheyen n e C a ve. He had never eve n heard t h e p l ace mentio n ed until Talk-a h eap h a d des cril::led i t as the p l ace where the pri s oner s h ad been left by Yellow Horse. A ll was sty gi a n g loom b efo r e t h e scout a s he crawl e d o n ward. Now a n d a g a in h e cou ld fee l Pawnee 's out r e aching hands touc hing hi s hee l s W h atever happened, t h e b ow i e man was right behin d to tak e part in it. Suddenl y t h e scou t h ea r d a vo ice-a familiar vo i c e s plitting thro ugh t h e o p aqu e d a rkn ess : Look a leedl e oudt, w h oefer you va s Der ret s haf got ddr guns--" There came th e s ound of a b l ow and s u dde n si l ence on the part of th e speaker. T h e baron, for u n q u est i onably it was V illu m vo n Sc hnit ze nh a u ser, had been rough l y s ilenced. "Flat do w n P a w n ee!" wh i spered the sc o ut sharpl y ; "flat down I Both pards spraw l e d close to t h e roc k y floor of the cave. Hardly had th ey do n e so w h e n l u ri d flashes b r oke out of. the gl o om be y on d, a nd a deafe ni ng roar and a smell of burnt p owder filled t h e unde rg ro un d ch a mber. "At them! cri e d th e sco u t, r ega inin g his feet. How man y e nemie s there we r e in front of them the pards had n o m eans of kn ow i p g ; t h e s c o u t gue ss ed, figuring fro m the fa ct tha t th e r e were twelve in the original party, that there could b e n o m o r e t h a n t h ree Count-. ing the half-br ee d ther e had been e ight at Chey e nn e Hill; the half-br eed was a pri so n e r o ut o f the c o unt, a n d Yellow Hors e wa s no w at the hill. Tha( w o uld le ave three in the cave. But the warriors guarding Jers6 n in the pocket-where had they comefrom ? So, everything con s idered there wa s much doubt a s t o the force fac i ng th e pard s But there wa s nothing else for it than to make front on them. Nor did they dare t o do an y s hooting Holcomb and the baron migh t s uff e r Sid e b y s ide the s c out and the b ow ie man r u s h e d t o ward th e pl ace wh e r e the y had see n th e flas h es By l y ing fla t o n th e ca v ern floo r they had escap e d th e b ull e ts. If t h eir fo e s had mu zz l el o ading rifles, th e p a rd s would be up o n them b e fore t h ey c ould rel oad-)Jerhaps be fo r e th e y would ha v e time to u se th e ir revolve r s in ca se they wer e s upp l ied with s uch s mall arms Buffal o Bill ran int o a flint y fist The blo w caught him in the s h o ulder and whirl e d him half around. He w as facing th e othe1 : w ay again, h o wev e r, swift a s lightning, and had hurl e d him s elf up o n hi s un s een antagoni s t The Indian g a v e a grunt a s he wa s flung to the hard floor. But he had not b e en dazed, o r cripp l ed and h e w rig g led clear and pull e d from the s cout' s gras p into the gl oo m Pawne e B ill h a d scarcel y an y bett e r luck. Some hid de n hand s truck him w ith a knife The knife bit into hi s c o at, jus t graz ing the s kin o f hi s shoulder. He struck out with hi s fis t and fe l t r a ther than s aw, the form be fo re him re e l backward. A ft e r that th e re wa s silence-but only for a miml te. It wa s s tartlingl y broken by a clatter of uns hod h oof s p o unding th e c a vern floo r. "They' r e o ff! yelled Pawnee B i ll. The s cout wh i rled around just .in .t i me to s ee the la s t S iou x m o unted silhouetted in. the ca y e opening. The n ext in stant the Sioux had vanished. "Dot \11akes no nefer minds came tJ1e_ v qice of: th e baron. Dey vas gone und I va s res g ued. Himwe l blitzen, vat a habbines s !" "Is that you, baron?': asked the scout Shiminy gricked s Oof i t ain'd der sgout !" and, w ith that, the baron went off into a spa s m of talk s ugge s ting hi s joy at thi s unexpected meet i ng. Guiding him s elf by the sound of the baron' s voice, th e s cout made his way to his side and bent down; "We'.ve g ot to get out of here in a hurry, baron, sa i d he, and we hav en't any time for use l ess talk. \ Vhere's Miss Holcomb ?" 1 She don'd vas in der gave, Puffalo Pill came t h e s urprising response. "Not in the cave?" echoed the s cout, taken aba ck. Nein. She va s t oo k ava y mit clot Cherson feller." "When?" Dis mo r gen a l retty.

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 19 "You all spen t the night in the cave?" "Yah, so." "And Jerson and Miss Holcomb were taken away early this forenoon ?" Dot's der vay oof it." / "A beastly run of luck!" He lifted his voice. "Do you hear that, Pawnee ?" "I should say All the pri so ners were sep arated and taken to different places. I've found the baron's mule but there don't seem to be any other animals here." "The reds took their ponies when they left. How many of the reds were in here, baron? "Two, dot's all. Dey saw you ven you come greeping droo der hole, und dey vas gedding retty to s ho ot ven I called oudt aboudt--" "I'll turn you loo se, and then we'll get out of here. Those tw o reds will meet Yellow Horse and his outfit, returning from Cheyenne Hill, and tell them what's been going on in the cave. The chances are about even whether Yellow Horse comes on here or g oes to the place where Miss Holcomb was taken. In any event, we s hall have to work, and work quick ." Swiftly the scout freed the baron of the ropes that bound him ; then, lighting matches, h e went around th e cave in order to make su re that the girl was not there. There. was a po ss ibilit y, a bare possibility, that the baron had been mistaken. Miss Holcomb, however, was not to be found . While the scout was prosecuting searc h the baron had picked up .hi s riding gear and had sadd led a.nd bridled Toof er. J "You can't take the mule, baron," said Pawnee Bill, suddenly discovering what the baron vvas up to. "For vy nod?" demanded the baron. "Why we're going tip on a rope, the same as we came down. You'll have to go with u s ." "Und leaf dot Toofer mu-el P,ehindt for der Inchun s1?" howled the baron, in wild protest. "Nix, I bed you. I vou ld radder ged skeluped." Before Pawnee Bill or Buffalo Bill could s top him he had vaulted into the saddle and rus hed Toofer through the entrance to the cave. "The baron's liable to spoil everything," growled Paw nee Bill. "If he takes the mule, he'll to get o't1t by the bottom of the canon, and--" "Hist!" interrupted the sco ut. "The baron ha s run into something "Inc:huns Inchuns !" the baron was yelping wildly from the canon. The pards dashed out of the gloom. Down the canon they could see the Sioux hostiles chasing at speed in the direction of the cave. Yellow Horse was in the lead and wasflying his quirt like mad. "Good !1' said the scout. "How's that?" demanded Pawnee Bill, following as the scout rushed toward the rope. "Why, Yell ow Horse is coming this way instead o f making for the place where Miss Holcomb was taken. That gives us a little -time' in which to look for the girl." "Keno!" "Leave that rnle, baron/' ordered the scout, "and take to the rope with Pawnee and me." "Nefer !" bawled the baron. Toof er can show his heels to any Inchun ponies vat iss on der eart', and der mu-el iss der apple oof my eye! I vill shday mit Toof er!" Thereupon the baron dug in and set Toofer at his best pace the other way along the canon. There was no time to argue matters with the baron. Even if there had been, to him was impossible. "Let him go," said the scout, laying hold of the rope and beginning to climb. "We'll have a tighter squeak of it getting clear of the canon than the baron will have. Ah !" he added, as a S.Putter of shots came from the rim rock; "the Crows are taking hold." Bully for the Absarokes !" applauded Pawnee Bill. Simultanebusly with the firing from above, the spliced rope began to rush upward over the lip of the canon snatch ing both pards along with it. "Hang o n for yo1:1.r life Pawnee!" roared the scout, sp inning and whirling with the motion impart ed to the rope by th e drawing force overhead. "They 've hitched a horse to the rope and are s naking u out of the gulch ." There was no opportunity for talk, after that. Both pards were put to it to keep thsmselve s from being thrown off the rope by the jutting rocks, but they managed to hold on until the rim rock was reached. Then, quickly, the pulling horse was halted and Nahkee reached down and gave the sco ut a hand over the ledge. Pawnee Bill came next, and the two pards, dizzy from their swinging and gyrating, s taggered onto level ground and toward their horses. I "Who did that?" demanded the scout, looking at Spotted Wolf, who was busy untying the end of tlle sp liced ropes from Bear Paw's saddle "Me," answered N ahkee. "Heap fine fnjun, huh?" "Heap fine," s aid the scout. "You gib um Nahkee plug tobac'?" "When we get through with our work, yes; two plugs tobac'." Once in s ide hi s boots, coat, and hat, and in the saddle, hi s whirling brain somewhat steadied, the scout rode close tq the rim a11d looked down. The Sioux were just disap pearing around a bend in the canon, in hot pursuit of the baron. "W've got to do something for the baron," said the scout. "Bring the half-breed Nahkee. This way, Paw nee, on the run." Following the canon's rim, the scout pushed Bear Paw at best speed through the chaparral.

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. CHAPTER XII. UNEXPECTED LUC;K. Keeping up with the baron in his race along the bottom of the canon was an impossibility for the pards and the C ro w scouts. The baron had a good start, for while the pard s were b ei ng snaked upward to the top of the cafion w all T oofer had been pounding into the distance with hi s m a s te r A f e w mi n u t es after starting the pursuit, Buffalo Bill was h al t ed by a gully that ran into the cafion at, right ang les. The gully was wide and deep, and it was neces sary to make a detour to get around it "The baron can't expect any further help from us," said the scout. "He'll hi.ve to wriggle clear of his diffi c u lties, now, as best he can. If Toofer is in an agreeable frame of mind, and willing to do his bes t, he cari run aw a y from those Sioux cayuses. Buffalo Bill had started Bear Paw along the brink of the gully, hoping to discover a place where the break could be crossed The outlook was not promi s ing, and he reined in and waited for Pawnee Bill, the Crows, and the prisoner to come close. \Ve've got to move in a hurry if we save the girl, said the scout. "And the worst of it is, necarnis," added the bowie man, "we don't know which way to move. "Tal k-a-heap," said the scout, facing the half-breed, "have you any idea where Yellow Horse would take Miss Holcomb?" Nah," was the gloomy response "Yellow Horse him l ak de fox. Me, I dunno "Think hard. Remember, you do not secure your lib erty unless we rescue all the prisoners." "I t'ink so hard as I can, but I dunno. By gee-kt : ips, I was gone duck, I bet." There was not the least doubt but that Talk-a-heap had reached the end of his rope. He was anxious to impart further information, for his liberty on it, but he had none to impar t "It's up to us, necarnis," said Pawnee Bill gloomily, "and to go at it by guess and by gosh, in these hills, is like looking for a needle in a haystack." "There's only one bet left, Pawnee, and that is to go to that pocket where Yellow Horse sent J erson." "Th e g irl isn't there." I u n derstand that, but it is possible that s omewhere be twee n this cafion and the po cket the girl may be found How far away is the pocket? Can yon give an estimate?" Pawnee Bill lifted himself in hi s stirrups. East by north, dim in the distance, could be seen the top of Cheyenne Hill. From that uplift he was able to get his bearings Drawing an imaginary line with his eyes directly to th e west of Cheyenne Hill, he encountered the crest of a sugar-loaf uplift; thence his glance came slowly to\vard the gully, halting at a bunch of timber in the middle dis tance. "See those trees, necarnis ?" he inquired pointing. "Yes ," answered Buffalo Bill. "To the the tree s i s a rock pile. The pocket is in the s ide of the low slope." ] upiter !" exclaimed the scout. "That 's only a five minute trip from here, at slow pace." "] ust about." "If J erson is there, then it's a cinch he didn't travel far in distributing his prisoners. We'll set out for pocket." They heaaed their horse s away from the gully. As they rode, Crooked Foot and Nahkee took charge of Talka-heap, riding on either side of him with their ropes about the neck of the Roman-nosed cayuse. Pawnee Bill had coiled in hi s riata, unspliced from the cable used for getting into the canon, and the scout had done the same with his own rope. "'vVe didn't have time for much of a palaver with the baron, remarked Pawnee Bill, who was st irrup to st irru p with the scout. "The Sioux wouldn't s tand for it," laughed the scout \Ve hav e another chance to find Miss Holcomb, and the baron i s giving it to u s ." "Yo u 111ea11 that he 'll keep Yellow Horse and his red s occupied while we're hunting?" "Yes." "Then, necarni s here' s hoping that the baron shows the red s his he e ls, but that he doe s n t do it so quickly as to put them off his track before we're done with our part of the work." Another gully, or, rather, a sort of pa ss through a low ridge, intercepted the parcls and their red 'allies at thi s point. As was usual, in that part of the country, boulders littered the pass, but they were not so formidable as to prevent a safe and speedy crossing to the other s ide. The scout was on the point of spurring Bear Paw over the brink of the slope when a patter of hoof s from the west drew his attention. Spotted Wolf had been scouting a little on the flank s and he was now sliding back toward the main party, si lent, but his hands to indicate that there wa s something of importance on his mind. "Wait a minute, necarnis," called Pawnee Bill. "Spotted Wolf has got onto something." Buffalo Bill drew Bear Paw baek from the edge of the descent and waited until Spotted Vv olf came close. The Indian, at close inspection, could be seen to be tremen dously excited. There was a wild glimmer in his little black eyes, and the heave of his bare, brown breast wa s quick and sharp. "Cu tthroats!" he announced. "Sioux!" exclaimed the scout. "Where?"

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 21 Spotted Wolf stretched out his arm to the westward, then, lowering his hand, he pointed to the pas s and let his finger travel toward the east. '.'All same come along coulee, Pa-e-has-ka," he announced. "How many?" Spotted Wolf held up four fingers. "One Injun all same Yellow Horse," he announced. "On-she-ma-da !" muttered Pawnee Bill. "Here's luck-just when we needed it mo s t," said the scout. "You're sure you saw the chief Spotted Wolf?" "Heap sure. Him ride ahead. Other Injun 'way behind um. Heap quick Cutthroats pass um Pa-e-has-ka." "Lis'en !"spoke up Nahkee. Far to the westward, faint but unmistakable, came the flippity-flip of a pony's hoofs. The scout leaped from the saddle and s natched hi s coiled riata. "Come on, Pawnee," he called. "On the jump, now. Bring your rope. N ahkee, keep the Crows back and out of sight. Don't let Talk-a-heap make a sound. Savvy?" "Wuh !" Buffalo Bill slid over the edge of the slope and down among the boulder s The bottom of the pa s s wa s fairly clear of the stones, and that would be the c our s e traveled b y the Sioux chief. With keen, alert eJes he s wiftly sel e ct e d a point of vantage for him s elf and Pawnee Bill. Down here, Pawnee," said the scout, dropping behind a boulder. This boulder we.$ flanked by another stone which would hide the pards from the view of any one coming up the pa ss from the west. "What's the program?" inquired Pawnee Bill cool a s .ever when a crisis wa s at hand. "We've captured Talk-a-heap, and now ther e s a chance to lay Yellow Horse by the I heel s By doing that, we'll p erhaps save Miss Holcomb. In any event, it s eem s the proper thing for us to do now that the prospect is s o inviting." Correct. Why the ropes?" I want you to throw the chief' pony. Do Pawnee, and I'll take care of the chief." "How about the three behind?" "We'll have to leave them for the Crbws to pick. Ah, he's coming!" Around the flanking boulder Buffalo Bill, at that mo ment, caught a glimp s e of Yellow Horse. He was riding b ri s kly, his face, streaked with yellow war paint, looking particularly hideous. He carried a lanc e a bunch of f eat)1ers fluttering from just below the head of it. Yellow Hors e wa s a weird figure a s he came slashing a long the pass. His savage expression wa s the no doubt, of his thoughts. Pa-e-ha s -ka had raided his c ave and released one of the prisoners. Very likely he was hurrying off to make sure that the other two pris oners were not released. "Ready?" whi s pered the scout. Ready's whole family, necarnis," chuckled the bowie man, likewise known to those best acquainted with him as the rope wizard. "Consider that Sioux cayuse thrown." The coiled rope was in Pawnee Bill's left hand, and the noose in his right. He was spreading the noose a little wider and shuffling the loose, free coils back and forth in his fingers. Meanwhile, his hawklike glance never for an instant left the approaching chief. I can t do my work until you do yours," whispered the scout. "Before you can count twenty, necarnis, my work will be done." At the proper moment, timing himseH by the plunkety plunk of the unshod hoofs, the magician of the riata lifted himself suddenly. A whirl of the noose, and it shot out ward, wriggling like a hempen serpent along the ground. Yellow Horse saw his peril; but too late. The noose snared the cayuse by the right forward hoof. Jumping to the top of the boulder, Pawriee Bill planted himself firmly. An instant more and the s lack was taken up. Pawnee Bill, although badly jolted, held to his place, and the Sioux cayu s e fell scrambling. Yellow Horse had had time to gather himself for the shock. As the pony fell, he shot clear of the animal' s back and alighted on his feet on the groi;nd. The scout was around the boulder and upon him. With a fierce whoop, Yellow Horse, who still retained hold of his lance, aimed a vicious blow with it at the scout. Pawnee Bill gave a yell as he lay back on the rope. At the s ame m o ment, Buffalo Bill caught the lance and wre s ted it out of the chief's hand. CHAPTER XIII. THE MISSING PRISONER. With the lance in his own hands, Buffalo Bill made use of it as a club. Yellow Horse was reaching for another weapon when the haft of the lance descended with ter rific force on his head. The blow staggered him, but his skull was thick and he kept his feet with the agility of a cat. He. was dazed a little, however, and the scout "rappled with him and bore him down. While they writhed and struggled in the bottom of the pass, the other three redskins had paused, undecided whether to go to their chief's aid or to remain where they were. Pawnee Bill, having finis hed his roping, made his way along the riata to the chief's horse, cast off the noose, and jumped on the animal's back.

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22 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. Using his spurs, he charged the three warriors, a re volver in each hand. The da s hing charge was t o o much for the braves to withstand. They fii:ed a round with their rifles-a round that was futile-and turned tail and made at in the other direction. But they had delayed retreat too long for their own good. Nahkee, using his head in a way rather surprising in a redskin, had marshaled himself, Croot<:e d Foot, and Spotted Wolf in the pass below the three Sioux. There was a crack of gun s and one of the Sioux dropped from his pony's back. The other two, caught be tween two fires, continued their desperate retreat. One of them got past the Crow s The other wa s from his horse, and Pawnee Bill came up ju'st in the nick of time to save the man's life. One reeking scalp had already been snatched from the head of a fallen warrior, and Crooked Foot and Spotted Wolf were envious and eager to star themselves as Nahkee had done. Under Pawnee Bill's supervision the captured warrior was bound. His weapons were taken from him by the disappointed Crows, and the pri s oner was th e n put back on his horse and secured th e re. The prince of the bowie led the horse and the captive back along the pass to where the king of s cout s had ju s t finis hed roping Yellow Horse. "He gave me a tus s le," remarked the s cout, but I got him. Do you want to save your life, Yellow Horse? the s cout asked. The chief's reply w a s a defiant s tare. You can keep your s calp," went on the s cout, if you will tell me where you have put the white s quaw A s neering s mile crossed the painted vi s age of the chief. \ Kill um Y e llow Horse," said he; him no tell." There was no doubt but the chief... wa s an altogether different man to deal with than Talk-a-heap. Yellow Horse placed a light value on hi s own life, when he came to buying it at what he probably considered the expense of his honor. / Pawnee Bill watched the other brave keenly. He seemed to be vastly in the fate of the chief. "If Yellow Horse won't speak," called the prince of the bowie, giving scout a significant look, "shoot him." The scout, unable to under s tand jus t what the bowie mkn was trying to get at, neverthel ess l e vel e d a revolver at the breast of the prostrate chief. Yellow Horse spat contemptuously at the threatening muzzle. "Me no squaw!" he snarled. "Shoot." The scout, to all appearances, was ready to s nuff out the chief's life. At the critical moment, when his finger s eemed flexing on the trigger, the other prisoner gave a shout. "No shoot um!" he cried. ''Me give um back white squaw. A grim smile crossed Pawnee Bill's face. ''That' s about what I thought, necarnis," said he. "This other buck is more worried about the chief than the chief is about himself. Ha! Listen to that." Yell ow" Horse turned loose a torrent of scorching Sioux talk on the warrior. The scout and the bowie man un derstood a little of the talk, gathering, among other things, that the Sioux brave was named White Panther. White Panther stolidly withstood the rage of his chief. His determination was in no wise shaken. "You no kill um Yellow Horse, said he, to the scout, "me give um back white squaw." Yellow horse relapsed into silence. N ahkee came up the pas s jus t then, flinging the Sioux s calp high and catching it first in one hand and then in the other. A s he juggled with the grue s ome relic he sang the songs o f his people for s uch ca s e s made and provided. Crooke d Foot and Spotted Wolf followed behind, one leading the pony of the s lain Sioux, and both posse sse d of the prop erty stripp e d fro m the dead s avage and from the liv ing captive. Stop that confound e d foolishness, Nahkee ,'1 cried \ h e sco ut, and bri ng the oth e r two Crows and the half-breed down here. We're going after the other t w o pri s oner s ' N ahkee tucked the s calp carefully under hi s belt, then s tarted up the s lope The other two, l e a v ing the pony behind, followed him. Presently they reappeared on th e i r mounts, ith th e oth e r two Crows, and descended in to t he pass. While they were gone, the two Bill s had been lifting Yellow Hors e to hi s p o ny' s back and tying him there When the party again s tarted, they were top-heavy with prisoner s There were three, leaving two men to guard each one and the scout to ride on ahead. White Panther, in the lead, wa s s howing the way. They left the pass, turned north, and finally came to a creek which flowed toward the Mi s souri. This creek wa s bordered with trees, and a tumble-down cabin, which had evidently belonged on a time to some venturesome trap per, proved to be their destination. As White Panther led the way to the ruinous old hut, s omething like surprise tugged at his swarthy face. Evi dently s omething had happened which he could not under stand. Both the pards noticed hi s preoccupied manner "What's the trouble, Panther?" asked Pawnee Bill. "No savvy um," was the reply; "heap no cumtu x white s quaw here while ago; no here now. Ugh!" "She here, was she?" Ai." The s cout rode to the door opening of the old cabi n and di s mounted. Before the door were footprints-moc-

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 23 casin prints and the marks of small s hoes. The marks o f a man's shoes could also be seen. It was all extremely l ) uzzling. Disappearing inside the cabin, the scout made a ha sty search for clues. He found none. "Find out anything, necarnis ?" asked Pawnee Bill, as the scout reappeared. "Not a thing, inside the hut," wast 1e answer, "but here at the door are tracks a-plenty. Miss Holcomb has been here, and th er e were Sioux guards to look after her. Some white man has been here, too, for the prints of hi s boots overlay the other marks. Here, too, are the hoofmarks-a trifle faint, because the ground i s harder where the horses stood. I can't make anything out of it, Pawnee, except this: The girl has been taken away." "If th footprints of the white man overlay tho se of the reds, then he must have been here later-probably after the reels got away with the girl." This from Pawnee Bill, after a brief reflection. "vVho that white man was I haven t the least notion," frowne
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24 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. The eminence in whose s ide the pocket was located was not of any con s iderable height Pawn ee Bill led the way up. Although the pards expected some concealed mark s man to open fire at any moment, they were happil y d i s appointed. Not a bullet was launch ed at them. "An-pe-tu-we muttered Pawnee B ill. "If we get there and find an empty pocket--" 4'It can't be that that sort of luck i s going t o keep with us," protested the scout. "This run of affairs is due to They came upon the rim of the pocket almost as sud denly as they had been brought up short by the rim of the canon. And it was certainly a pocket-no other word could describe it. It was a depression, circular in form and measuring perhaps fifteen feet across. Its slopes, from rim to bot tom, were gradual, and its depth, in the centre, mu st hav e been about a dozen feet. What was more to the purpo s e, in the very centre of the pocket lay Newt Jerson. Close to him was hi s h ob bled horse. Hello, thar 1" s houted ] erson. "I thort ye was reds when I heerd ye an' thet's why I didn't tune up. Say, hurry an' git these hyer ropes off'n me. I'm plumb paralyzed with 'e m." Leaving the Crows just in s ide the pocket, heads above the rim, the Bills hurried down to the guide \ Ve're mighty glad to find you uninjured, J erson," said the sco ut. "'vVhere are the reds who were taking care of you?" "They left hyer n ot more'n an hour ago. Some other painted varmint come erlong an hollered to 'em. They jumped their cayuses an' made off at a rush." "It mu st hav e been the red who got a way from u s in the pass, necarnis, remarked Pawnee Bill. "He's re sponsible for that trap, at the cabin." I shouldn't wonder," answered the scout, busily c u t ting the cord s that secured Jerson 's hands. As soon as his hands were free, Jerson sat up and be gan working his arms up and down. ''-Ain't got no more fe elin in 'em than as though they was plumb wood," he grumbl ed. "Say," he added, as the scout began freeing hi s feet, "ye ain't see nothin' o' ther gal, hev ye ?" "No/' Blast ther measly luck!" scowled Jerson. 'I dunno how I'm ever goin' ter show up at Benton an' report what's happened. I'd ruther the red s would er hipped me, yes, I would. Thet Miss Holcomb was er fine gal, I'm tellin' ye, an' she was goin' ter Benton ter marry Cap'n Hollis. I know Hollis an' I don't reckon he'll ever fer give me fer lettin' this happen." "You couldn't help what happened," sa id the scout. "I was too blame' easy, takin some un else's word fer J it th el thar wa 'n 't no hos s tyle reds between Custer an Denton. It wa s my biznes s ter look out fer thet. Oh, I ain t never goin' ter fergive myself. Seen anythin' o' ther Dutchman?" "We found him and let him l oose "Good enough! 'vVhar is h e?" Pawne e Bill proceeded to explain h ow the baron had been rescued and had taken flight up the canon rather than abandon his mule. J erson l'istened attentively while the bowie man brought his recital on down to the cabin, to the skirmish with the S i oux, and to the run to the pocket. Somebody hes shore saved thet gal!" declared Jerson. "That's what we're hoping,"' returned the scout. "Et looks ter me like er cinch. I'm a heap relie ved, I kin tell ye. In a case lik e thi s h yer, oncertawty is er h eap better n not knowing anythin' at all." "You were kept in the cave all night?" "Th t's ther how o' it, Buffier Bill. Me, an' the gal an the Du chman was herded in thet cave till su nup then the gal an' me was took away on our hosses. dunno whar ther gal was took, kase the party o' bucks thet had her separated from the gang thet had me. From what ye jest said, s he must 'a' been took ter thet ole cabin o mine." "Your cabi eh?" "Shore, only I ain't lived in et fer a dozen y'ars. Thar used ter be plenty o' mink an' otter up an' down thet crick, but I skinned 'em out and then I moved. I been hyer in this sink in the hill all day, an' it's some hot, I'm tellin' ye, when thelsun' s right overhaad." I shou ld think so. " Injuns never pestered me none. I reckoned they wa. s goin' ter, howsumever. ] erson got up a n d stamped his feet. "Ye ain't got no idee how fine it fee l s ter hev the use o' yerse lf arter pein' trusslid up fer a spell," he remarked. "I'm feelin' er heap like myself ag'in. If I had my guns, I'd be all right; an' if I could know thet gal was safe out o' them Injuns' clutches, I reckon I could bust loo se in son g." J erson, in order to restore circu l ation to his numbed feet, began running circles around the bottom of the pocket. At la st he halted beside his horse, knelt down, and began removing the h obbles "We're plumb ter th e good, this animile an' me,': he ob se r ved "I'm obleeged ter the reds fer leavin' the hos s They went erway in sich a tarnal hurry I don't reckon they had time ter think o' takin' tHer hoss with 'em. If I was ter make a wish, I'd--" Nahkee turned away from the rim of the pocket, just then, and threw an excited look at the king of scouts. "Pa-e-ha s-ka !" he called. "What's the trpuble, Na hke e ?"answered. the scout.

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "Hat wea v e r, all s am e hat weaver s qu aw, run all s ame jac k rabb i t W h oos h! Hat weaver" w as a not h er n a m e for pa l e fac e T he an n ounce m ent of N ahk ee wa s e n o u gh t o carry th e pa rd s an d J e r so n up th e s l ope a t a run. L oo king ove r th e rim the y saw so m e thing that caused t h e ir pt_!Jse s to leap. The baron o n hi s mule was s liding acro ss the land sc ape fro m the directi o n of the c re ek. As if this were n o t e n o ugh t o s urpri s e the pards an d J e r s on, at the baron 's side ro de a white woman! "Gos h-all-Friday! boomed Jerson, "thar's Mi ss H o l comb right now! Say w o uldn t thi s hyar put crimp s in yo re ha' r ? Sh e's s ailin erlo ng s ide a n side w ith th e r Dutchman "It was the baron wh o rescue d h e r fro m th e c abin! ex claimed P awn e e Bill. "Not a doubt of it ," e x ulted th e sco ut and w ith all our figuring, w e never s u s pect e d the baron "That's another time he 's turned one o f his fancy went on the bowie man w ith a laugh. "Not only di d he get awa y from the Si o u x in th e cafion but he h ap pened to find that cabin and s a ve M i ss Holco mb. " Lik e en ou gh th e r e d s a s w a s guardin M i ss H olcomb w a s calle d off sa me a s w a s th e red s th e t a s guar din' me, s ugge s t e d Jers on. "An yw a ys, I'd lik e ter gri p the r Dutchman 's hand. W hy re they t e arin erl o ng at s ich e r gait?" "Cutthroats!" w hoop e d Croo k e d Foo t ex citedly-. ''Ons he-ma-d a !" Paw n ee B ill s taring "The C ro w's right necarni s L oo k! The Si o u x are jus t b reaking out of the timber in the cr e ek bottom. They're a fter the baron and the girl. " And Yello w Hors e i s leading them! cried the s c o ut. 'vV e got ter do s uthin '," growled Newt J erson. M y s kelp s tand s bet w een them two an' capter, I kin tell y e thet." "We'll get the t w o o f them ove r h e re," s aid t h e s c o ut hoi s ting him s elf out of the p o cket. "Com e up, pards, and help me yell. All three of the white men raised them selves o ut o f the pocket and began to wave their hats and t o s hout. E v i d entl y the baron and th e girl h eard th em, for they turned their mount s in the direction of the s lope and came hu s tling on. "This hyer ain t no place ter stand off er lot er reds, grumbled lerso n. "Thar ain't no water ner nothin The varmints kin git up ab o ve u s, on top o th e r ri s e an' pepper us with bullet s They kain t reach u s fro m below, but they shore kin from above. 1 "This is the only holding ground anywhere around here, J ers on, returned the scout s weeping hi s eye s over the s urrounding c ountry; "so it' s thi s o r n o th i ng. The baron and the girl reached the foo t of th e s l o pe, and b e gan climbing. The Sioux, with fierce yells let fly a v olley at them, but the distance was too great and the bull e t s fell short. A f ew minutes later the fugitives galloped over the rim o f the pocket and the girl fell exhausted into the arm s o f Pawnee Bill. CHAPTER XV. HOLCOMB' S DETACHMENT. Ho o p-a-l a jubilated the baron. "Meppeso I don'd v a s a s hli c k feller, eh? Look 11at I dit I found Miss H olco mb, py shinks, und I pring her to Puffalo Pill und d e r 1re sdt o o f der bards. V ell, veil! went on the baron as his e yes fell on the guide "und dere i s s Cherson, oder I va s so me grea sers Say Cher sq n ve vas all togedder again, nicht wahr? Only ve don'd vas in her hants oof S i o u x. "We'll b e in th e r hand s o th e r Sioux ef s ome fightin a in t d o ne purty quick ," growled Jers on "An' hyer s me w ith o ut n o gun ner n o thin Them thar reds took all my s h oo t i n iron s All I kin do i s ter fight with m y bare fist s "Her e," sa id the sc o ut, handing him a revolver. I'll ge t alo ng with one. If we come to clo s e quarters, J er s on, yo u o ught to be able to make a fair s howing with that." Sh o re I kin. A t the rim of the pocket the Crow s were watching the monceuvre s of the Sioux w ith gleaming eyes. The lust fo r combat and s calp s had been whetted in those Ab s arok e guid es, that day. Four of them were without trophie s and each of the four had hi s eyes on a Sioux scalp l o ck. Miss H olco mb wa s only exhausted from her hard ride S he had not fainted. Pawnee Bill lowered her gently to the ground. "I-I thought w e were gone ," s he murmured. Oh, what an ordeal I have gone through. "It must have hard onr01ou Miss Holcomb," said the bowie man "but you re s afe now." "You are from the fort? she asked, looking up. "From Benton, y e s I am Pawnee Bill, and this is my pard, Buffalo Bill. Thos e Indian s up there are Crow s who are with us. We came to find you." "Buffalo Bill The girl s truggled to her feet and held out her hand to the da s hing s cout. He took the little hand chivalrously. A t your service, Miss Holcomb," said he You have already done much for me, Buffalo Bill, y ou and your pard s I mean, and s he flus hed rosily, "in helping Captain Holli s a s you have done you must know that you have put m e in your deb;." I s uppose s o," smiled the s cout, for I have talked

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26 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. wit h your brother and y ou and H olli s w e re the s ubjects of our conver s ation. You are well afte r your trying or dea l?" "Yes, well, but awfully tired. "My Dutch parcl took you from the cabin on the cree k?" "Yes. I was taken there, early thi s morning, from that c a ve in the cafion. Two of the red s kin s were left to g u a rd me and see that I did not e s cape. Another red >kin came, about two hours ago, and called the two guard s a w a y. They left at once, after coming in and making s ure that m y bon ds were secure. A little while after that the arri ved He released me, caught up my horse, put on s a dd l e a n d bridle, ahd we started for Fort Benton J u s t a s w e were crossing the creek we discovered that the India ns were after us. I was almost ready to give up w h en we saw you on this hillside, beckoning u s to j o in y o u: B u t how is my brother? And how is Captain Hol li s?" "Both well and hearty," returned the s cout, "and all that rem ains to make the captain supremely happy is to learn that you are safe." ','Which capta in?" she asked s l yly. "Holcomb. Hollis doe sn't know anything ab out your coming to Benton. Your brother is keeping him in the dark so as to surprise him ""I bed you I dit a fine t'ing-," s poke up the baron, "ven I vent to clot cabin on cler grick. I vanted to s htop a vile, und it looked like a goot blac e Den, v e n I vent insite, py s hink s dere va s Mi ss Holcomb, all tied oop mit rot>es:". "How did you get out of that cafion, pard ?" a s ked the scout. "I don d know nodding aboudt dot I schu s t rote und ro te, uncl pympy I vas oudt oof der ganyon clere va s no Inchim s Den I saw der grick una cler gabin, uncl founclt Mi s s Holcomb, und dot's all abouclt it come up hyer, pards," called J er s on, from th e rim of the pocket "Ther Sioux aire gwine ter make er surround. Some O'f 'em aire climbin' fer ther top o' ther rise -Le1tv.ing the gi?l and horses the bottom of. the the pards made ha s te to climb to the side of the g uiJ:le. The Sioux-and there were twenty-:five or thirty of them-were s preading out so that they could command all s i des of the pocket. Half a dozen were climbing the slope, well beyond the pocket, in order to reach the t op 'of the uplift and tie able to throw a drop fire i nto the ba sin "Things aire goin' ter be too hot hyer fer any use, in erbot er minit," remarked Newt Jerson grimly. "I don't k eer a whoop fer in)ISelf, but I 0don t want thet gal ter git hurt." The scdut, s werving his eyes swiftly from point to point, figure.cl on the chances of escape When tho s e red s g e t to the t o p of the rise," said he, "we 'll mount our h o r ses and make a dash down the hill. If the reds below get in our way, we'll ride over them. "That's the only thing to do, agreed Pawnee Bill. "We've got to look after the girl. " Stand to your hor s e s Ab s aroke s !" the scout called to the red scout s "We're going to get out of here i n a few minute s and we' re going a-humming." The s cout whirled to start down into the basin to ex plain matters to the girl. Before he could leave the rim, Pawnee Bill caught his arm No use, pard, said the bowie man qu ietly. Loo k toward the north." The s cout turned back and leveled a g l ance in the direc ti o n of the Missouri. vVhat he saw caused his blood to l eap. Holcomb was coming! Holcomb and his picked de tachment! And with Holcomb were Wild Bill, Nomad and Cayu s e! The Sioux 1is c o vered the reenforcements a l most as s oon a s the pards had seen them. At once all offensive preparati o n s w e re given over. The redskins began streak ing dow n slope, and those at the bottom of the s l ope goad e d their ponie s at top speed in the direct i on of the creek. \ Vhoop-ya howled J ers on, climbing out of the pocket a nd doing a war dance on the slope, "see em skedaddle! Oh, kain't they run? An' ain t thet je s t l ike e;r lot o c o wardly s kunk s thet won't fight onless they outnumber ye three ter o ne? Whoop-ya!" Buffalo Bill and Pawnee Bill likewise showed them selves. As for the Crows, they swun g to their ponies, and, wit h fierce yell s started down the slope bent on s e c uring more s calps. Holcomb, s eeing the pards and J erson on the s l ope, left Wild Bill and Nomad to head the pursuit while he rode up to the pocket. His face was still haggard with worry as he reined in his hor se. "Cody," he asked huski l y "here's J erson but where s my sister?" Charlie, Charlie!" came a glad cry from the depths of the pocket. That voice was enough. Holcomb flun g himself from the saddle and ran down into the basin There he gath ered his sister in his arms. "Heap fine!" exclaimed Pawnee Bill. "Eh, necarnis ?" "We've won out, by good luck and with the baron's help/' answered Buffalo Bill. "Great Scott, see how tho s e Sioux are running!" The red s kin s certainly ran well, but not all of them g o t away. While the scout stood on the rim and watched, he

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 27 saw Wild Bill overhaul the fleeing Yellow Horse. For a minute there was a spirited struggle on horseback; and then Wild Bill, with a dexterous move, yanked the wily savage clean from his pony and onto his owrl horse. Just then Little Cayuse rode up, and, with his help, the Laramie man bouJJd the struggling chief. The scout had time for no more, for, just at that juncture, Holcomb came up out of the pocket with his sister. "Cody, your hand!" cried Holcomb. "I reckon this is about the happiest day of my life." The scout took the captain's palm and pressed it cor dially. "You'll have to thank our Dutch pard for your sister's i rescue," said he. "I've already done that, Cody," returned the captain, ''but your Dutch pard says he couldn't have rescued Mary if he hadn't first been rescued himself. You and Pawnee Bill, he says, did that." "The baron's side-stepping a little," laughed the scout. "I'm watching the reds. Most of them will get away, but my pard, Wild Bill, has captured Yellow Horse." "That's the second time to-day," chipped in the bowie man. "Have you had him in your hands before?" "Yes, both Yellow Horse and Talk-a-heap. Pard Bill nabbed Talk-a-heap at Cheyenne Hill. 'J;'hat was a fine play, and the way the scout carried it off saved the day for all of us." "I must hear about that, later. The captain mounted his horse and rode down to take a part in what was going on. An hour served to wind up the scrimmage, and the re sult was three prisoners captured-as luck would have it, Yellow Horse, Talk-a-heap, and White Panther-and a few wounded Indians who were gotten away by the rest of the Sioux. Wild Bill and Nomad came whooping up the slope to the pocket, after seeing that the prisoners had been turned over to the troopers. "Buffier," shouted the old trapper, "what ye got ter s ay fer yerself, pullin' out witJ1out ever sayin' a word ter the rest o' us? Sufferin' catermounts We jest got in in time ter ride this way with Holcomb an' his troopers. Ef ye'd waited er spell, we'd all hev been with you, an' Pawnee, an' them Crow scouts." "We couldn't wait, old pard," answered the scout, "there wasn't time." "I reckon not." The trapper turned to the guide and grabbed his hand. "Newt, ye ole cimiroon,'' he shouted, "I ain't seen ye fer a coon's age." "No more ye hain't," answered J er son, "but I'm the J ame ole sixpence, Nick." "Ye look et, ole rawhide. Le' s g o off s ome'r' s an' talk over ole times." And the two trappers were still talking when they were su111moned to get their horses and ride for Benton with the rest of the returning party. CHAPTER XVI. CONCLUSION. The return journey to Benton was made at a leisurely pace and through the gathering dusk. Holcomb rode with the scout, at the head of the troopers. Behind them came Pawnee Bill, Miss Holcomb, and the baron. Along through the ranks of the regulars were scattered Wild Bill, Noma d, and Cayuse. In the rear were the Crows, still with only the one scalp, but with plenty of other glory. The three prisoners rode in the midst of the troopers. "Hollis came up from the cantonment with your pards about noon," said Holcomb to the scout. "Did he find out what had happened?" askecl Buffalo Bill. "No, we kept it from him. I feared the effect the news might have. When he saw the detachment ride away he was anxious to know what was up, but I got away with out explaining." "I reckon he'd be pretty near crazy if he learned that your sister had been captured by the Sioux." "It would be a terrible blow to him. Of course, he may hear of it. If he does--" The captain's voice died away into silence What was on his own mind was also on the scout's The post doctor had said that Hollis must be dealt with carefully for some time, and that any sudden shock to his freshly awakened reason might cause a relapse. The news that Mary Holcomb had been captured by the hostile Sioux might have proved tci be such a shock, and there was still the chance, as Holcomb had said, that Hollis would learn the dread news and the reason for the ex pedition that had left the fort. The happiness of two young people deI?ended upon the issue. Halfway to the fort, and while the lo'hg file of troopers and other riders were forging onward through the gloom of the timber, a shadowy horseman galloped up in front of the scout and Holcomb. He drew in his heavily; breathing mouiat with a hard pull. "Holcomb!" he shouted. "Is that you?" "Yes, Hollis." It was the captain racing from post. The news had. reached him then. How had he taken it? The scout remained eagerly attentive to what followed. "What success have you had?" demanded Hollis "The very best, Gene," answered Holcomb. "There's no cause for worry."

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, THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. ''Why didn't you tell me?" demanded Hollis "It was my right to ride with you." "We didn't want to worry you." "I have a right to share your worry, haven't I? But where is Mary?" A dusky figure rode clear of the column and drew to a halt at Hollis' side. "Gene!'( called a voice. "With cry of joy Hollis from his saddle and cla sped his sweetheart in his arms. What troubles had been borne and overcome since those two had last met and parted Hollis, unjustly accused of a terrible crime, had been a bl e to prove his innocence; then, when the disgrace had worn upon his mind and unhinged his reason, by a mir acle, almost, his reaspn had been restored. Now, at the last, the hostile Sioux, who liad been mixed in all Hollis' troubles, had fina ll y made a captive of Mary Holcomband i t was the g reatest and the bitterest sorrow Hollis had had to bear . Mary Holcomb, however, had been rescued, and now, at last, the lovers were together. And in all this play of justice and injustice, of treach ery and red hostility, Buffalo Bill and his pards had borne their full part. To them, more than to any one else, Mary Holcomb .and Gene Hollis owed their present happiness. "He has borne the shock, Cody," whispered Holcomb, through the g l oom, "and borne it like a man. There need be no fear for Hollis in the future." "I think not," said the scout. "This is certainly a happy ending to what might very easily have been a terrible calamity." re right; and it is to you and your pards that :t\Iary and Gene owe everxthing." The scout deprecated the captain's words, but Miss Holcomb and Captain Hollis evidently thought with Hol co111b. They came to the scout, as he sat his horse beside Holcomb, and tendered him and hi s pards their thanks. "There's going to be a wedding Gene," laughed Captain Holcomb, "and I have been trying to in duce the scout and his pards to stay for it." "They must stay !" declared Mary Holcomb. "You will, won't you, Buffalo Bill?" The scout l au g hed. "I wonder if that boat went down river this morning?" "No, Buffalo Bill," returned Hollis, "and it is not going until to-morrow noon. vVe'll have the wedding in the morning, just so you and your parcls will be with us." "I vou ldn't go vay mitoudt seeing dot vedding for no money vat anypody has got," piped the baron. "I t'ought I v o u l d haf a vedding meinseluf, down dere in Arizona, aber der laty in der gase marrit der odder feller--" A roar of laughter came from every one within hearing. "Shtop clot!" yelled the baron. "I don'd got some re folfers, abe r I vill rememper who laughs ad me, und dere vill be droubles vone oof dose tays It vas a serious pitz ness for cler paron, gedding durned down py der laty in Arizona. Dot's all aboudt it." There was joy at Benton that night when the detachment rode in with the rescued prisoners. Colonel W eath erby took Mary Holcomb into his own house, and his wife and daughters ministered to her comfort. On the colonel's front porch, whi l e the post drowsed in slumber, the colonel, Holcomb, Holl i s, the scout, and his pards sat late, talking over the whirl of had characterized that most exciting day. "Cody," said the colonel, when they finally bade each other good night, "you and your pards have done a goocl many big things in your gallant labors through the West, but you can depend upon it you never did a bigger thing than this piece of work just finished I think that it i to you and your brave companions entirely that the Sioux troubles, which threatened dire things to this part of th e country, have been settled so swiftly and so thoroughly. As for Hollis, he owes you much, and I think h e knows it." "He does, spoke up Hollis, with feeling, "and he will never forget it." * * * There was a wedding at the post next morning, and the scout and his pards were there. They were among the first to felicitate the bride and groom after the ceremony was finished. Later, standing on the deck of the General Crook, their horses and all their paraphernalia loaded, they waved good-by to a throng that had assembled on the wharf t o see them off to new duties at Fort Meade. A turn hid the wharf from view, at last, and Buffalo Bill turned away to hunt a chair on the shady side of the deck. "Are you satisfied with that whirlwind rush that fin ished our work at Benton, necarnis ?" inquired Pawnee Bill, following the scout. "Entirely so, Pawnee," Buffalo Bill answered. "The happiness of Mr. and Mrs. Hollis was alone worth all it cost us." "My opinion to a T," said Pawnee Bill. THE END. In "Buffalo Bill's Opium Case; or, Pawnee Bill and the Sheriff's Frame-up," you will find the king of scout s and his pards in a new field. Great operations in th e opium-smuggling trade are carried on along the Mexican border, and the pards start out to break up one of the many outfits of desperate men engaged in that illicit work. The baron takes a hand in the game and makes a ten strike in his real old-fashioned way. Out next weekNo. 507.

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. NEW YORK January 21, 1911. TBRMS TO BUFFALO BILL STORIBS MAIL SUBSCRl BBRS. (Postage Free ) Slape Copies or Back Numbers, lk:. Bach. 3 months .................... 65c. \ On e year . .............. . ..... $2. 5 0 4 month s ....................... 8 5c. 2 copi es on e year ............ 4.00 6 months ...................... $1.25 1 copy two y ears ............. 4,00 How to Send Money-By post.oftla e or express money order, r egis t e r e d l ette r, bank c h ec k ar draft, a.t our ri s k. At yaur own risk it sent by aurrenay, aoln, or postage stamps in ordinary l etter. Receipts-Receipt of your r emittance i s acknowledg e d by prope r chan ge of numbe r on your label. If not corre c t you have not b ee n prope rly cre dlted, and should l e t us know at on ce. OR.MONO SMt T H t Pro "r i et o r s G } STREBT & SMITH, Publishers, G20RGB C SMITH, 79 Seventh Avenue, New York City. CAPTURING THE COUNTERFEITERS. By B. N. I had been appointed an officer of the Secret Service de partment of the government jus t six month s previous to what I am about to relate. Being a new hand, I was not intru s ted with any importan t ca s e to work up, but wa s detailed to ferret out the s maller o nes, and, having displayed considerable abilit y in my pro fession, I was brought more particularly to the notice of the chief. He said to me one morning afte r I had e ntere d hi s office in an s wer to hi s reque st: "There have been and there are now consid e rable am o un t s o f s pur i ou s coins circulated in thi s v icinity, of various de n o minati o ns. It w ill requir e ingenuity a nd d e tecti v e abilit y to di s c ove r where it i s made and w ho arc the makers, and may take a long time ; but, judging fro m what you have done I beli eve yo u are capable of carrying it through to a success ful termin a ti o n ." I ackn o wl e dged my appreciation of hi s high o pinion o f me, and t o ld him I would do the b es t I c o uld. He then gave me all the information he wa s posse s sed of o n t he s ubj ect, and I fo rthwith co mm enc e d my operation s The fir s t thing I found out was that a number of the e m p l oye e s of a c erta in l a rge mill had pa ssed con s iderabl e quantitie s of the s puriou s coin s w ithout being detected, or ev en knowing the character of them ., This dis co very, I rig htly conclud e d gav e m e a tangible clu e to work upon. 1 My n ex t point was to find out h ow th e s puri o u s m o ne y r e ached the e mployee s of the mill. T h e ow n e r was a ma n well kn own a nd w a s o f good s tand ing in th e c o mmunity, a nd I believ e d he was hone s t and knew n o thing a bo ut the a ffair . A s s oon a s I w a s s ati s factorily convinced that the counter fe it coin s o\1taine d circulati o n from the mill I -called upon t he o w n e r and informed him of m y bu s iness, showed him ;ny auth o rity, and reque s t e d hi s co o peration with me in de t e cting the real criminal or criminal s . He willingly consented and agreed to do all in his power t o assi s t me. S o o n e da y I called to see him, o s t en s ibly on bu s iness, but i n r e alit y to hav e a good v iew of th e cle rk s employed in his office. I pride my s elf on my ability in reading character, and to that I attribute the greatest part of my success as a detective "Where do you get your money from to pay off your hands?" I inquired. "The bookkeeper makes out the pay roll, he replied and then I draw a check on the bank I deposit with for the amount. " Who has the check cashed ?-and when?" I next a s ked The bookkeeper, and about noon on Saturdays. " I s that the one standing at t)1e farthest desk? I querie d "Yes ." How long has he been with you? "About two years ." Did you know him before that time ? " No. He a nswered an adverti s ement I inserted in one of the dail y papers; and a s he wrote a goo d hand and c ame well recommended I engaged him and have never had any rea s on to regret it. " Can you arrange it s o tha t I can ha v e a few minut es' conver s ati o n with him? ".Ye s I w ill call him in h e r e and reque s t him to show you through the establishment. As the boo kkeeper entered th e r oom I had a good loo k at him and there was something about him which made a very unfavorable impression o n me. We went through the mill together and I came t o th e c o n clu s i o n that h e was a ras cal. When I returned to the office I t old the owner of th e miil th a t I had dis covered nothing a s y et, but that I would ce him again I waited until Saturday and being disguised so that I w o uld not b e recognized, I s hadowed the bookkeeper to the bank and s aw him draw the money for the check, and then foll o wed him back to the mill. I w atched him for several weeks, but could discover nothing w rong a nd began to I might be on the wrong track after all. The employee s did not pass any more counter f e it s I determined to try it once more and, if not successful to abandon that clue. T h e next Saturday I again followed him and thi s time h e drew th e m o ne y for the check all in bank notes. H e then wen t to a p l ace which looked like a broker 's office and when h e came out 1 s a;w he had s ome bag s which had the ap.!Jfar a nc e of being filfed with silv e r So so I I thought. "This i s whe re you get the counter feit s fro m! I w a s not mi s taken, for the next week there were counter feits again put in circulation. M y next s tep was to find out the antecedent s of the broker. I made dili g ent inquiries, but no one knew anything about him further th a n that he had op ened hi s office a little ov e r a year ago but what bu s iness he carried on could not. be to ld. No one knew where he had come from, or any particu l a r s w hate ve r of hi s past hi s tory. My main object was to find out the headquarter s of manu facture and discover the ringleader s in the queer business, a nd for that reason I did not at that time arrest the bookkeep e r. I follow e d the broker for a week to the place s he fre q uented and discovered that he spent most of his evenings in a billiard s aloon and from there he generally went to a noted gambling saloon. So at the billiard saloon I also became a frequent attendant and it was not long before an intimacy sprang up between us. Time rolled on, but still I could not discover, either by word or action, that he wa s engaged in the bsuiness I sus pected; so I concluded I would test him by pretending to take him into my confidence The next night when we met I requested a private inter v iew, stating that I wished to ask his advice about a certain transaction that I had been solicited to go into. The interview resulted very satisfactorily, for by a great deal of tact I led him to believe that I was an agent for s ome professional gentlemen who were engaged in the manu-

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30 ; THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. facture of questionable money, some samples of which I showed him. At first he was very indignant that I should broach such a subject to him; but in a short time he modified his in dignation and we separated that night with the that I was to meet him the next day at his office. I called at the appointed time, and, after a lengthy confer ence, I agreed to furnish him with as many notes as he want, at a very liberal discount. I have been trying for some considerable time," I said, "to find some one I can engage to cut a die for making silver coiqs, for I could dispose of a large amount in the West before they would even be suspected." "How much do you want?" Ile inquired. "I might ,be able to. supply you." "Just as much as I can get," I answered, "provided th'ey are goo d imitations." He then spoke to his clerk for a few seconds, and, co ing back tp me, said : "I can give you any quantity in the course of a few days. After several interviews I at last got him to agree, fo the trading my plates for his dies, to take me to where he"'manufactured the counterfeits-he having satis fied himself, as I thought, that I was one of the fraternity. As soon as the time was fixed for us to go, I communicated with the chief and we arranged that two officers were to follow us to the place, and if, in my judgment, an arrest was advisable at that time, I was to give a signal and they were then to come to my assistance. The afternoon agreed upon, I met my man at his office and we went from there to his stable, where he kept a pair of fast horses. "I ha;ve set my two men at work," he remarked, after we had entered, "to make a lot of the 'queer,' so that you can see the machinery in working order and so that I can have a quantity on hand before we make a trade." We had ridden about two hours when we came to a halt at a tavern, which had the appearance of a country inn, and was located on a byroad that was very seldom traveled. ''Here we are!" he remarked as the horses stopped; and he jumped out and entered, and I followed. "How are you Jake?" he said to a large, powerfully built man who sat dozing in a chair. "Everything all right?" The man looked up, and, seeing who addressed him, merely replied: 'Yes ." \Ve then entered a room back of the bar and from there de s cended into the cellar, and then down a flight of steps, which wa s lighted up, but unoccupied, except by ourselves. "What does this mean?" he exclaimed "They should have b\:en at work. I'll find out the reason very soon, though. You can exqmine the machinery and I'll go and get the men, he added, addressing me as he started up the stairs. "Hole! on!" I rejoined. ''I'll go with you." He reached the trapdoor first and as he raised it up he turned, and, with his foot, gave me a kick, which staggered me back down the stairs, at the same time saying, with an oath: / "I've got you now! I knew your game from the start and I'll see that we presently have a settlement in full." He had already raised the trap and was in the act of passing through when I suddenly rallied, and, with a des perate spring, caught him by the foot and dragged hini back into the cellar, exclaiming: "We may as well settle in full now, my counterfeiting friend!" At this we grappled each other, and it now became a life and-death struggle, for I felt satisfied that if he got the oetter of me he would not hesitate to kill me. He caught me by the throat and commenced to strangle me, and, in spite of all I could do, I was unable to make him relax his grip.. I tried to draw my revolver, but was in such a position that I could not reach it. We rolled over and over, and I grew weaker and weaker, and thought my time had come. I made one more desperate effort and this time I succeeded in loosening his hold, and I also man aged to draw my revolver. I now made good use of the advantage I had gained, and soon had him at my mercy. Just at this moment Jake, the landlord, came rushing down the steps with a pistol in his hand. There was no time for me to waste now, so before he could reach me I leveled my revolver, fired, and he fell to the ground . But while I was protecting myself from the villian, Jake, my antagonist again got me at such a disadvantage that I was unable to use my weapon, and if it had not been for my two the detectives, coming to my assistance at that opportune moment, I should never have related this adventure. They had heard the report of my pistol, had rushed into the barroom, and, being then guided by the oaths which the broker was uttering against me, had arrived just in time to save my life. The owner of the saloon was-not killed, but rather seriously wounded, and was arrested along with his friend. I left. one of my assistants on guard over the premises, wbile, with the other detective, I start4d to the nearest house with our two prisoner;;. While on our way to the police station the broker asked me if I would be kind enough to take a hair out of his eye, as it was hurting him considerably, and he was unable to do it himself on account of being handcuffed. I stopped to oblige him and while I was looking for it he caught my finger in his mouth and before I could make him Jet go he had lacerated it with his teeth so badly that I was compelled to have it amputated. The arrest of these men was a very important one for the government, for we captured a large quantity of counter feiting 'tools; and 6n the trial the bold broker was recog nized as one of the most expert counterfeiters in the country, and for whom the government detectives had been looking for a long time. He was given the extreme penalty of the law The owner of mill, after his clerk's arrest, had his books examined and found that he had been robbed of a very considerable amount. The clerk also received the punishment which was justly his due. This was my first important case and the success I met with was duly appreciated at headquarters. A TOUGH YARN. Yearsago it fell to my lot to be returning from India in one of Messrs. Green's fine frigate-built vessels. My only fello
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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 31 ran down toward her to tender assistance to the survivors,-if 'there were any of her crew who might be aboard. What a melancholy spectacle The abandoned American pper, for so sh'e proved to be, rolled helplessly in the waves that washed over her decks, and poured in streams through er shattered bulwarks. At first, from the blinding spray and wind, we could disover no sign of life but at length with the aid of the glass e could make a torn red flag fluttering from the top of the roken mainmast, and a solitary man clinging to the tangled gear which su rrounded its base. Our lifeboat was quickly manned and launched, and with r,reat peril to themselves our brave tars succeeded in re s cu .ng the unfortunate sufferer. Speechless, exhausted, and half dead, he had been brought aboard and carried below to the sick bay. ,,.. It on the evening of this occurrence that my friend, the captain, and I sat around the small stov e that served to warm the cuddy. "How is the rescued ?" asked my fellow passenger of the ca?.tain, who was mixing a stro ng tumbler of rum and 'Is there any chance of his getting all right, and the use qf his limbs? He must be nearly starved r.nd frozen to death. I never saw suc h a living skeleton in y life." "Why," replied the sk ipper contemptuously, he had not en on the wreck more than a week or thereabouts. He as taken some hot sou p and is pullin' round wonderfully. :Ie'll be about in a day or two, I'll wager." "I should think, captain," said I, "tha t a week's such ex posure would kill mosf men. Have you ever persqnally knowh a ca se where people h ave surviyed a longer time?" "A longer time than a week!" exclaimed he. "Ble ss my life, it's positively nothing! I'll tell you what happened over very spo t, this day -ten yea r s ago. t's a stt"ang(Utoty I'm going to tell yo u but I can prove .he truth of it b)( the entry in the ship's l og, if t'lecessary. '.'L wp.s at the time in question first officer of this sa me old raft. We were outwa:td bound to Bombay, and heaven s hove, what weather we had after rounding the cape; blowng great guns for .days and days together, with seas ,running t.o untain s high. Ifs a duckpond to it to-day, calm al ost, and pleasant by comparison." "Comparisons are odious said my fellow passeng er. 'The yarn, captain, the yarn," and he fixed his eyes mishievously on the old sea.man's face. shall have it hot and strong, replied the other, slap 'ilng his hand on his knee, "hot and \Vhere was I?" "Ten years ago, very day, very ship, vc'ry spot ," s ug gested \,y friend, rubbing his ha11ds, "sea mountains high, etc., come -fire. away." "\Vell," returned. the other, now fairly on his mettle, "that lescription is right enough, and if I h esitate it is because I ear you wiU not believe me, and not because I .am going to it is not a fact. "Ten long years _ago to-day I was keeping the morning atch. "T.h e dawn broke red and lowering, wit h every sign of a ntinuance of the boisterous weather we had already for any days experienced. "I had gone on the forecastle to speak to the man on the kout, and wa!i sta nding looking at the white cres t s of e waves, when my eye was arrested by a small object a ttle to windward' of us, and sotne four or fiv miles di s tant. I ordered UieJ man at the h elm to bear up a bit, and r .Jrected the watch on deck to standoy to launch the lifeboat, ITTalthough it was fearfully rough, and I doupted if even e lifeboat could Eve in such a sea for five minutes, I de s rmined, at any ri sk, to make an attempt to rescue a fellow eature in such an extremity. "The jib shook ever and again as the man at the wheel tl.e0 good ship up in the wind. 'vVe made littl e o r no in but I was as tonished to see at what a pace the man on the wreck was coming toward us and what surprising good weather he seemed to be making of it .. 'My word exclaimed the sai lor on the lookout, gazing intently through his telescope: 'it's the Flying Dutchman in a new rig. Blest if he ain t ridin' on a porpoise or sea ser pent as comfortable as poss ible. What do you make of it sir?' continued he turning to me, a look of s uperstitious fear overspreading his face 'It's a queer turnout, ain't it, sir?' "By this time the object o f our curiosity was about threequarters of a mile off, aT I now could see distinctly a man riding astride on a hencoop. "On what? A hencoop ?" ejaculated my fellqw passenger eagerly, half rising from hi s seat. "Goo d heavens1 captain, go on! "I I should interest you," said the old man, smiling and sipping his grog; "and well I may, for it's a won.:. derful story. "Well, as I was saying, there was no manner of doubt that it was a man sitting on a hencoop As he came sweeping down the steep sides of the waves I could see him as plain as I see you now, and as he got within speaking distarice I hailed: 'Hold hard We'll lower a boat How long mate, in the name of goodness, have you been knocking about on that craft?' "'What?' replied the man, turning a rosy, chubby face toward me. 'What do you want to send a boat off for?' 'What for?' I cried, utterly astounded. Why, to bring you on board, of course. You don't want to r e main on that hencoop any longer than you can possibly help do you?' "'Law's bless ye r heart!' said he, laughing. 'I've been here six weeks or thereabouts, and am as jolly as a sand boy. There's nothing to bother me I am ent irely my own master and happy as the day is long. The best fis hing that I ever had in my life,' shouted he, holdi up in hi s left hand a yo ung dolphin about fifteen pounds weight. 'Wild fowl b y hundreds,' he added, pointing to some dead sea birds t11at hung close by, 'and tame ones, tod fur the matter o' that ,' he continued, literally convulsed with merriment; and lean ing forward he stirred up with the tail of the fish thre e large Darking hens, which till then I had not observed perched quietly in?ide the coop. "'I've fresh, new-laid aigs ev ry mornin'. \Vill ye try one?' added he throwing a couple on board. "'Well,' sa id I, putting the egg s in the pocket of my pea jacket. 'Mark Tapley's a fool to yo u at any rate. Haven't yo u any symptoms of scurvy among the crew? How do you get on for vegetables?' "'Seaweed is the best of greens,' returned he, 'and it make s a beautiful sa lad.' A nd with that h e flourished a great green streamer of plant ov e r hi s head. "laving hi s hand in the mos t jovial manner, he now gave the hencoop a cant with his starboard leg, and away he swept on a g r eat sea un
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