Buffalo Bill and the Apache kid, or, Pawnee Bill's winning hand


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No.514 NEW YORK.MAR.18,1911. 5 CENTS As the torch flared through the air the suspected bush shot forth a yelling redskin.

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A WEEnY POBLICATIO VOTED TO BORDER UFE Issued Weekly Entered tJS Secondc lass Matter :zt the N. Y. Post Office, STREET & S MITH, 79-89 Seventll A w N. Y. Copyrig-ht 19 11, by STREET & SMITH. 0. G Sm#k and G. C. Smit II, P rop r ietors. TERMS T O B UFF ALO BILL STORIE S MAIL S U BSCRIBERS (Pt>atao Free.) Slncle Coples or Ba c k Numbers, Sc. Each. 3 month .... 65c. One year .. .... .. .. S2.50 4 months ............ ............. 85<:. 2 copies one year ..... ............. "4.00 6 months .... ............. ........ $1.25 1 copy two years . . . 4 .00 Ho w to Send Money-By postrofllce or express money order. regtat.ered letter. bank check or draft, at our risk. At y our own ris k 1f sent by currency. coin. or posta g e stamps In ordlnary letter. R e ceipts-Receipt o f your remittance Is acknowledged by proper change of number on your labe l. Ifno' c orrect you have n o t been proper! credited, and should Jet us know at once No. 514. NEW YORK Mar c h 18, 1911. Pric:c Five Cents. Buffalo Bill and the Apache Kid; OR, I PAWNEE BILL'S WINNING HAND. By the author of "BUFFALO BILL." CHAPTER I. STUTTERING TOM. Old N o mad was camped in an easy-chair o n the piazza when Stuttering Tom came up the steps o f the Escondo Hotel, at Teton Peak s Been robbin' a pawnshop, Tut-Tommy?" the trapper. demanded, as he smilingly eyed the wrinkled black cloth .ing in which that erstwhile tattered individua l had a rrayed him s elf. Stuttering Tom flung a glance at the men lolling at the fa rther end of the piazza. "Bub-Bub-Bub-Bub-" Nomad fau g hed I heerd a steam kittle torkin' ter et s e l f onct like the t but I couldn t under s tand et." Stuttering Tom whi s tled, s napp e d his fingers, and tried again: "Bub Bub-Bub-Buffalo Bub-Bill in there?" "Waa l, thet' s better Ther s team kittle blowed ets l i d off, an' I plumb thought y o u war g o in t e r go an do like wise Y a s, Tut-To mm y, Buffie r i s in s i de, mi x in frie nd s hip tork. Paw nee i s with him, an 'ther baron an' Little Cay u se. Layin' roun d hy a r
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2 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. hardly," he grumbled. "Ef ther Apache Kid don't break loose erg'in, er suthin' stirrin' don't happen, ther ole man is plumb goin' ter enter inter a prematoor decline; he is so. Stagnation like this is--" He drew up before the door of the room occupied at the moment by Buffalo Bill and his friends. "Come in, Nomad," Buffalo Bill called. "Tom tells us that he is going into the hills." "And we," said Pawnee, "are telling him to keep out of them. We scotched that Apache snake, you know, but we didn't kill him." "It is my adwices,'' said the baron, "dot our friendt here keebs avay from dose hills in yedt. I am' sbeaking v rom inexberience. Yaw." From his long-stemmed pipe the baron blew a ring of smoke at the ceiling. "Vhen he cabtured me dot time, unt susbended me by der rope der cafion in, oof idtvos nodt peen vor you, mein friendt, I vouldt haf peen dhere yedt alreadty, meppeso. Der Abache Kid iss a tuyfel. Soo, petter you look a liddle oudt, unt stday by der hodel here." Stuttering Tom bunked down in one of the chairs "Th-that's all r-r-right," he said. "I know he is as bub bad as they mum-mum-make 'em; but you s-s-s-s-s--" I "Push the r lever, an 'stop the steam ingine, somebody," said Nomad; "cain't ye see thet the connection wi' ther steam box is broke?" "You s-s-s-s--" "Whistle, Tut-Tommy, an' start over again." Stuttering Tom whistled. "You s-s-see; I've got s-s-some things out th-there that I'm bound to have. We cue-come away s-so quick, after we jumped the Kuk-Kid that tut-time, that I wasn't able to gug-git 'em. And nun-nun-nun--" "Ketch yer breath, an' go at et new," Nomad urged, wrinkling his homely face in a grin. "Well, th-at's all." "Good thing et is, fer when ye git ter goin' yer plumb ru1 away wi' yerself. 'Member thet time, out in thet cave in ther hills, wli.en ye tried ter say 'Snake,' an' nigh about hissed yer head off? Ef I had a impediment like thet I'd hire a doctor." "I think the Kuk-Kid was s-s-scared out of the cuc country that tut-time," averred the stutterer. "We kuk killed three of his mum-mem, ye know, and fuf-frightened the r-r-r-rest into a flutter. He's gug-gone s-s-south, to ward the Jul-line, is my gug-guess about it. S-s-so I think it. will be safe enough." Pawnee Bill's eyes wandered inquiringly over the black clothing. "Nomad th-thought I r-r-robbed a pup-pup-pup-pup pup--" I "Wow! What would ye want ter rob a pup fer?" Nomad exploded. "Thought I r-robbed a pup-pawnshop; but I didn t. An' I dud-didn't rob a clothesline. B-but I c-c-couldn t wear the rags I bub-brought out of the hills with me, ss o I s-s-sold one of my r-revolvers, and bub-blew myself for these. How d'ye lul-like 'em?" "They looks like they had been stutterin', too." "I'm goin' t-to try to live a s-s-straight life hereafter. The pup-pup-pup--" "Choke ther pup !" "The pup-people are tut-treatin' me all right, sence they don't believe any lul-longer that I am a mum-mur derer what ought to be hung; and if I tut-try to be a decent mum-man I've got to have dud-decent clothes to w-wear. I've bub-borrowed a horse frum the s-s-stable, and I'll ride that. I'll bub-be back to-morrow." "Ef ther Kid don't git ye." "I th-think it's a s-s-safe resk, er I wouldn't tut:try it. Bub-but I thought I'd run in and tell you." "So that we could start a rescue party out on your trail, eh?" said Pawnee, joking. "I know you wquld come, all right," said the stutterer ; "but I know, tut-too, that you ain't gug-going to need to ." He arose from his chair, and began to shake hands all round. "Well, good-by, Cody, Pawnee, everybody. You gave me a chance, when I dud-don't think any other white men livin' would have done it; and you're going to s-see me make good. As for Nomad," he gripped the borderman's horny .palm, "he's jest an old bear, an' I never mum-mind anything he says. Ye see, he's got a heart in him bigget'n a buffalo's; an' he knows that I know it, in s-s-s-s-s--" "Great s-s-snakes, git th;ough with et; ye' re squeezin' my hand off !" "In s-s-s-spite of what he says." He wrung the hand so hard that tears came into Nomad's eyes. "After thet," said the borderman, looking at his cru shed fingers, "I hope ther Apache Kid gits ye; et will sarve ye right." Stuttering Tom went on round, and took the hand of the Piute. "You're a credit to yer race," he said. "I mean it." "Tom heap big chief," returned the gravely. "Amigo mio," Nomad called, as Stuttering Tom turned toward the door, "so long as ye're p'intin' yer no s e to ward danger, I fergive ye. Adios." "Adios," the stutterer flung back at the group, and dis appeared. They watched him from the window, when he got hi s horse and rode away He had many good qualities, and :was heroically brave, and they had learned to like him.

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\I'RE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. \ 3 He was making a fight for a new name at Teton Peaks. Little more than a week before he had been called the Outlaw of the Hills. Having slain a man in a quarrel, the friends of the man had tried to lynch him. Escaping, he had made the hills his refuge, and had remained there for months, in terror of his life. Then the Apache Kid, burning for revenge, had de scended on the settlement, and carried away Gabe Wharton's boy. Pursued into the hills by Buffalo Bill's party, the latter had encountered Stuttering Tom, after he had saved the life of the baron, whom the Kid had slung at the end of a rope in a canon and left to die. .. Then the stutterer had joined the scout's party, in its continued pursuit of the fiendish Apache, and in assisting in the rescue of the boy he had shown fine qualities of courage and heroism. As a reward for this service the king of scouts had investigated the charges against him, cleared his name, and he had been permitted to return to Teton Peaks Since that time he had been trying to make good, and was succeeding. Watching the dust cloud kicked up by the hoofs ,6f his horse, they talked of all this, and recounted the incidents of that perilous pursuit, when they had cornered the Kid and his followers in his wolflike lair, and had routed them, and rescued the boy. I The regrettable thing was, the Apache Kid had turned his familiar trick again, and had escaped, with all but three of his band, who had been killed in the fight. But they had brought home Wharton's boy, sound and unharmed, and so long as the Kid did riot trouble white people, no one cared to take the risk of following him. "Et ain't likely," said Nomad, "thet Tom Kennedy" that was the stutterer's name-"will git inter trouble. I reckon ther Kid has shore piked out fer more peaceful pastures. But all ther stuff Kennedy has got out in them hills cain't be wuth five dollars, an' he's plumb foolish to go thar ter git et. He's a quar' duck, but he ain't a lame un; thar is shore good goods in l]_im. And ef I seems ter joke him--" He thumbed tobacco into his old briar, and drew over it the flame of a match. "Ef I do I reckon he considers ther pource, as ther jack ass did when ther man kicked him." He blew out a whiff of smoke. "An' he knows thet ef he war in trouble I'd break a laig ter help him." "Yaw! Me der same," said the baron, sucking at his long-stemmed pipe. "Sduttering Tom he iss a shentle mans." * F o r the st o ry of Stuttering T o m and the rescue of Gabe Wharton's boy fro m the tei;rible A pac h e K i d s ee last week's is sue, Buffalo Bill and the Red-Renegade; or, Pawnee Bill and the Outlaw of the Hills." CHAPTER II. THE PIUTE AND THE EAGLE. A voiding the main trail, and striking into the hills at a point with which he was familiar, Stuttering Tom Ken nedy disappeared from the sight of the men of Teton Valley. When more than a day had gone by after the time of his expected return, old Nomad and Bill were out on the hogback trail, denying to themselves that Stut tering Tom had encountered the Apache Kid, yet looking about for tracks of his horse, with the dim idea of follow ing it the next day, if he still stayed away Pawnee Bill, on Chick-Chick, his buckskin, was a fine figure of a man, strongly contrasting with the ?Id borderman, Nick Nomad. Each was "heeled" like a battery of light artillery; for this was a dangerous coun try. The only noticeable difference in the equipment was that in place of the homely blades sticking in the trapper's belt, Pawnee's outfit in that line consisted of his two gold-mounted knives. Coming to a point where the trail of the sttitterer's horse showed they drew rein. Removing his hat, as he looked at the tracks, Pawnee pulled a smoke weed out of one of the leather receptacles in its crown. Lighting the fragrant Hava!}a, he squinted along the trail, and began to follow it. "Though he went along hyar, thar ain't no tracks show in' thet he come back," Nomad commented. "We know that he didn't come back; but whether that fact means anything or not," said Pawnee, "is a question. I suppose, to a man who has camped out in these hills for months, a day or so isn't worth counting. Of course, I'm not going to acknowledge that I'm anxious about him." The hogback trail wound roughly on, and came out on the brink of a canon. Here Chick-Chick snorted suspiciously and backed. Pawnee Bill was humming a song, and he did not break it: "The Kiowas thought they had him, When they corralled him on the hill; But they had some guesses comingFor his other name was Bill." He blew out a ring of smoke and looked into the canon. Old Hide-rack, Nomad's horse, dancing now with Chick-Chick. "Injuns er b'ars," said the trapper, shading his eyes with his hand and peering. "This oleanimile is th e t pizen knowin' he won't go nigh either of 'em. Which i s et, Paw nee ?" "Call me a Siwash if I know what it means, Nom a u,'' Pawnee responded. "Thinking of the Kid, of course makes me su s picious that he may be hanging 'round."

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. He smoked and looked, and hummed snatches of his song: "For his pistols shook the i r bullets, And then he used his gun ; And instead of getting Cody, The reds were on the run." He drove the dancing buckskin on, with light touches of the spurs. Then a call came out of the depths. "Call me a greaser," he muttered, be.nding to listen; "if I didn't know that Little was at Teton Peaks I'd say that was his call I It was a distress call, too." "An' from an Injun," said Nomad. "Only, I cain't prezackly place et: Seems ter come out er ther capon, an likewise outer ther air." Standing up in his big stirrups, Pawnee Bill sent a wavering cry in return. "Whoever ye aire, an' whoever ye be," squalled Nomad, "whoop et up, so's we can git a line on ye." "That's good advice, if--" He replaced the cigar between his lips. "If," he said slowly, "it isn't the Apache Kid. If he is calling, you can be sure he knows we are here, and is up to mischief." He still urged Chick-Chick on, and again called, a few moments later. A reply drifted to them, and in a little while they were sure that it came out of the canon. Drawing rein there, Pawnee Bill looked into the dark depths of the canon a\ld called again. The reply was the crack of a rifle. Nomad pulled Hide-rack back with a strong hand. "Waugh!" he snorted. "Looks like--" The rifle cracked again, and a splinter flew from a rock near by. "It's a raw blazer of a play, if he is shoot ing at u s," said Pawnee, taking the stogie from between hi s lip s "Mebbeso he's shootin' at ther rocks-huh!" was the indignant snort of the borclerman. "Ther Kiel i s down thar, an' he's got a line bn us. I move thet we fly out o' hyar." Instead of drawing back, Pawnee Bill bent his head in a listening attitude; then he called again. "You're wantin"ter pack lead, Pawnee," Nomad grum bled. "Thet will je s t tell him whar ter locate ye." "Perhaps," said Pawnee dryly. "But doesn't it occur to you, old Diamond, that if that is the Apache Kid h e has shown mighty poor judgment in locating his am bush?" "He'd be whar he c'd bushwhack us easier?" "Now you're hitting it. The Apache Kid would lie out here alongside the trail, where he could see us plain when he pulled trigger; he wouldn't burrow in a black hole like that, and shoot wild." "W aal, mebbeso, I--" A call came again, out of the depths. "Who is down there?" Pawnee Bill demanded. "An' don't answer wi' bullets," Nomad growled. There was an answer in words, but it was unintelligible. Yet the voice was unmistakably like that of the Piute. "Is that you, Little Cayuse?" Pawnee shouted. "Ai!" The answer floated clear and strong. "Waugh! A trick!" warned the borderman. "Ther Piute is at Teton Peaks. Thet Injun down thar is shore tryin' ter buffalo us, Pawnee." "The Piute was at Teton Peaks. Looks to me like he is here now. But how he got down there i s a puzzle that gives me the razzle-dazzles. There must be a place somewhere along here where he could go down without falling, but my eagle glances don't discover it at this minute." As he drew Chick-Chick back from the canon's rim the wavering yell they had first heard came again. "Sounds like the whistle ot a bull elk, only it isn t," said the big fellow, re stori ng the weed, and beginning to smoke up. "And there it comes again. Strikes me that if Little Cayuse is making all that war music he realizes that he is in a tight place, and is afraid we are going to desert him Which shows that he didn't recognize our voices. It i s pretty deep down there, Nomad." When the yell came again he answered it: "E-e-ee-yah !" High and resonant it floated, and was flung back by the rocks and the hills. "He got that," he said, and urged Chick-Chick along the canon trail, looking for a spot where a descent might be made. The rifle cracked once more in the depths. Presently Pawnee Bill found the thing he was looking for-a place where the canon rim had crumbled away, and had fallen in scattered blocks of granite. The descent was still fearfully steep, but by making use of the bowl ders and rocks one might, Pawnee saw get clown into the canon here. "I'm going clown," he said, "and I'll your rope, as well as my own. Some one i s down there in trouble; it is an Indian, and I think it is Little Cayuse. But to pre vent any s lip-up, you'd better stay right here with the horses. If I yell to you that I'm in trouble, you can corne down, too; but in that case, look out. But I'll tip you the right kind of a warning, unless I'm knocked out." He threw a leg over, and slid out of the sadd le. "There goes that call again," he said, "and now it is the rifle. Little Cayuse is sure burning gunpowder.' But following the rifle shot there sounded a scream, choked yet penetrating. It did not sound like Little Cayuse-it did not even seem human. Right on top of the sqeam the rifle barked again.

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 5 "Waugh!" Nomad gulped. He turned to Pawnee. "What does yer make of et?" The scream came again, a sort of shrill screech." Elegant place that, for any kind of happening, Nomad The way to find out what it means is to go down. He ran the riata coils through his hands, and got them ready. The borderman swung out of his saddle. "Et's all right ter say, Stay hyar,' Pawnee. But ain't goin' ter. Mebbe thar's redskins down thar, an mebbeso et is sperets. o' dead men, er whiskizoos; but whatever--" He turned the horses loose and dropped down the cre vasse at the heels of Pawnee Bill. It was a troublesome descent. Time and again they s aved themselves from headlong falls only by bringing up against a bowlder. Debris and loosened soil showered down into the cafion ahead of them. Once again they heard the scream, and once again a quavering call; but the report of the rifle qo longer reached them. When they gained the bottom of the cafion they still saw nothing. Therefore, Pawnee Bill called: Little Cayuse!" Ai," came the answer. "Waugh Et seems ter be him." "Where are you, Little Cayuse?" "All same here," wa s the reply. Keep calling, so we can locate you It's dark as a nigger's pocket down here. What has happened to you?" Me make um fall, Pawnee." "Well, we'll reach you in a minute or so. Jus t continue that yelping, will you?" Pawnee noosed a s plinter of rock ahead o f him, where he saw a hole, and s wung down into the h ole. "There's a little box cafion down here, Nomad," he s aid. "Get the end of the rope now; it's coming back to y ou." He tied a stone to the end, flung it within reach of the trapper s hand, and Nomad came down. As he h a d already di s covered that he would now n e ed both ropes, Pawnee gave a wavering jerk. A s a re s ult a wavelike m o tion ran up the rope, and snapped it off the rock splin ter. "Thet's shore manipilatin 'a rope like I has seldom seen et done before, son," said Nomad, filled with admiration, for it was a clever trick. "One er these hyar days some s how per s on is goin' ter offer ye more money than s good fer ye, jest ter git ye to go rqund exhibitin' ther like o' thet." Pawnee Bill laughed. "I don't mind confessing to you, old !Diamond, that I s pent a good many years perfecting little things of that kind. But they come in handy in times these, eh? N ow we'll go down and see what is happening to the Piute." "I'm bettin' he has fell in hyar an' broke a laig. Still, thct wouldn't account fer thet devil's screech we heerd." "It wouldn't, Nomad; that sounded some queer and perplexing. But we're going to learn all about it soon now." "Ef we don't go under tryin'." Pawnee slid a {!nd of the rope down into the cafion hooked on the other, and when both were over he wen t down with a sliding motion. As he did so that unearthf y screech broke on the air again, this time accompanied by a yell of terror from the Piute. N omad fairly fell down the rope, and piked after Pawnee Bill, who had leaped off into the dark ness regardless of the danger of broken limbs. When they came in s ight of the Piute, the mys tery, much of it, was revealed. A gigantic eagle was attacking the Indian boy, and he was putting up a vigorous fight again s t it. Pawnee Bill unsheathed one of his knives when he s a w the situation. "Knife the thing," he shouted to the Piute. The Piute was swinging his rifle, striking at the angry bird. Its s cream ro s e again, angrier and harsher. Leav ing the Piute, it came fluttering at the head of Pawnee Bill. Then he saw that it was wounded; one wing had been hurt, and it s flight was not a flight strictly, but a s eries of infuriated leaps. Twice1the big bird came at Pawnee Bill, while he man euvered for an effective blow. Then the knife shot out, glittering its gold .and steel even in the dark depths of the cafion and the eagle came down, striking heavily in the bottom of the box cafion. A Piute whoop of triumph resounded. "Waugh!" Nomad roared. "I reckon ye killed et Pawnee." Pawnee Bill, rushing to the Piute, discovered that h e wa s bleeding in a dozen places, where the great bird had raked and clawed him; but otherwise he was not injured. Nomad came up at a lumbering gallop. "Waugi1 !" he bellowed, glaring round "How'd ye git in hyar, Cayuse, anyhow, when ye ought ter be this m i l\ute at Teton Peaks?" Little Cayuse fall in "Wow! Frum ther top thar, an' et didn't bust ye? War ye tryin' ter gether eagle eggs?" git um eagle," said the Piute. "So's ye could have a ton o' feathers ter braid inter yer midnight ha'r? You're gittin' th er ha wg habit." "Try git um talk-paper." Pawnee Bill took Little Cayuse in hand. "Tell us all about it," he said. "That's the best way, and generally the quickest.'.' "Ai. "But about the talk-paper?"

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6 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. Little Cayuse glanced at the eagle, which lay at a dis tance below him, no longer fluttering. Him dead now, he said. "Me git um talk-paper ." He sprang down. When he returned he held up the knife that had drunk the life of the enraged bird, and als o a paper folded and tiedwith buckskin. 1 You read um, he said, handing knife and paper to Pawnee. Pawne e Bill slit the buckskin, unrolled the paper, then scratched a match, as he needed more than the natural l i ght t o read by in that place. Ol d Diamond, listen to this," he said, a jerk of excite ment in hi s voice. Then he read : "To BuFFALo BILL: "The Kid ha s got me. TOM KENNEDY." Nomad whoo ped his amazement. "That's p l ain eno ugh ," s aid Pawnee. "Now we' ll let the P iut e tell hi s s tory. Sit down there, Cayuse, and take a p ull at this with s omething to eat. You've lost blood, a nd you' re w eak a s water." H e pro duced a flask of liquor, and dug out of his war bag a s trip of dried beef and some broken crackers. Th e Piute pointed the bottom of the flask at the strip of blue s ky visible at the top of the cafion wall s He w a s gasping and strangling when Pawnee Bill pulled it away The taste of an Indian for fire water is enough to make the world weep," he commented. "Try the meat and the crackers now." Tpey vanished magically. "Pawnee heap big chief," said the Piute. "You do me proud, Little Cayuse. But we're aching for information rather than compliments " You see um rope," said the Piute, pointing to hi s own rope hanging against the cafion w a'll, high above his head, where there was a strip of shelf. "Mebbeso one hour, mebbeso two hour ago, me ride caballo long top side cafion. Me go lqok for trail Stutter Tom." Wow! Ye d id?" said Nomad. "Waal, thet's what we war
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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 7 venged himself on the eagle by taking its plume s ; he had a handful, when he had s elected the choicest. Enough feathers thar ter make an Injun devil out o' ye, er a medicine man," grunted Nomad "Hope ye ain't goin' ter w'ar all o' them ter onct." Mebbeso sell um to Injun," the Piute informed him. "Me keep um those." He picked out several of the choicest. "You're abo\.tt the cutest trick that ever to.ted a scalp lock," Pawnee laughed. "You couldn't make a guess as to the direction the eagle had come from ?" "Naw, Pawnee. Eagle sail round like buzzard-wing hurt." "Bring him up here, so we can look at that injured wing The Piute hopped down and dragged the eagle to tpe higher level. The right wing had been injured close to the joint, and then had. buckled, no doubt, when the suck of the canon breeze had struck it. This seemed evident from the fact that a partial break was recent, while the wound it s elf was so old that the blood from it had dried on the feathers. The three inspected the body of the eagle carefully. It was a young bird, though now fully grown. Its pin feathers, and the soft scales of its legs, were proof. Where the buck s kin had been round its neck the feathers were worn, yet not in a manner to indicate that burdens of that kind had ever been attached there before. "However this Kenndy per s on got bolt of et, ter tie a packet ter ets neck, gits away rum my understandin'," Nomad confes s ed. "Yet he s hore done et, as we has ther proof. And ther said letter p'intedly declares thet ther Kid has got him. I reckon, Pawnee, thet we' d better climb out er hyar and rack to Teton Peak s wi' news fur Buffier. 'Et will start things ter millin We come out kinder huntin' fer facts ter show thet Stuttetin' Tom had bumped inter ther Kid, and we has corraled 'em a heap plenty and p'i.nted." "Him mighty big job," averred the Piute. "I reckon yer right, Cayuse; et's goin' ter be a heap big job, ef we git s thet Kennedy person away frum ther Kid, alive an' kickin'." "There are no jobs too big for Cody," s aid Pawnee. "When he gets worked up and hit s t}1e war trail, it's no good saying 'Wi-co-ka-wo' "-"you can't do it"-"to him. You know that, both of you." He settled in place the knife that had served the Piute so well, after clean s ing it in the water; then stepped to ward the double rope dangling again s t the box-canon wall. "We'll have to reach that shelf to get your lariat," he s aid to ;Little Cayu se. "But if you go up our ropes ; you can s hin al o ng the face of the w all he11e, and work the trick all right. There will be no eagle to knock you off, and you can climbup easy. Come along; there's no good s t a ying here l o nger." Little Cayu s e swung up the ropes, and executed the maneuver Pawnee Bill had outlined for him; then he worked on to the top of the canon wall, while they pro ceeded by the they had descended. It was a long and hard climb out of the canon, but they made it, and stood at last on the rim above, where the trail clung. Chick-Chick and Hide-rack were waiting at the point where they had been left. Navi's tracks showed; farther on, and the Piute set out to find him. In a little while he came back, riding the handsome pinto. "Now we fan for the Teton Peaks," said Pawnee. Away they went, round the canon's rim, then along the trail leading downward toward the Teton Valley. CHAPTER III. T ::E APA CHE KID STRIKES. As the three riders from the hills dropped from their saddles before the Escondo Hotel, bur s ting with for Buffalo Bill, another rider broke through the gathering haze, coming from southward. He was a thin, small man, garbed like a farmer, and he rode a blown horse. Seeing the trio who had dismounted he eyed them. You re Buffalo Bill, eh?" he said, speaking to Pawnee. Your rope goes rather high for me, stranger," was the answer. "But I'm a friend of his. I think he is in the hotel here." "I heard he was here, and I came looking for him. I got news for him if you 'll show me where he is." Take our 'anir:qafs to the stables, and see that they're well treated," Pawnee ordered, tossing a piece of silver to the Mexican boy who had come out to get the horses. He turned to the rider. "Let me send your horse there, too," he urged. He saw that the horse needed feed and rest. "I don't ca.re if you do," said the man, yielding his horse to the boy. "If I go right back, I reckon I'll need an other." He followed the trio into the hotel, and was led by them up to the room of Buffal9 Bill, into which he was shown, after Pawnee had knocked on the door and had been told by the scout to enter. "News," said Pawnee, drawing out the note taken from the neck of the eagle. "If't ain't too important, I'd like to git mine in first," said the man, looking at the seout, who had risen. "I don t allow that any other can be more important. In dians attacked m y w agon s out beyond Silver Springs, this mornin', killed all my horses but t11is one what I rode

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\ 8 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. in h ere, s la u ghte red s ome of my me n and then got out with th e o thers, and a girl." "A girl!" s aid the scout. Them they took was Indian drivers, and the girl had some red blood. It was because the drivers were Indians that the attacking reds didn't kill 'em, I reckon. They didn t kill me, because when the attack came I was out of the camp, on that horse; and I made my getaway. They chased me, but I beat 'em out." "Do you know what Indians they were-what tribe?" "No, I don't. But after I shook 'em, I back-tracked, until I came in sight of the camp again, when they baa gone. After makin' sure they wasn't hangin' round, I rode up to it. They had set the wagons on fire, and every thing was burnin' that they hadn't been able to carry off. I had a big stock of provisions and everything. You see, I was takin' out a lot of s tuff for the ranch I intended startin', down in the Silver Spring basin; I had every thing-,.-flour, meat, provisions, and groceries of all kindsenough to stock up for three months or more, for a con siderable ranch Well, they took all of it." "There must have been a large party." "More than a dozen of the reds, and they had a band of ponies with 'em. Looking the ground over I saw their trail, when they had left, and though I ain't no great at such things, I could see that the ponies had gone away loaded, by the manner in which their hoofs cut into the ground. As I said, what the reds couldn't pack off they burned." He let his hand wander into a pocket, and brought out a number of small articles-an eagle feather, a box of pigment, dyed porcupine quills, and empty cartridge cases. These he extended on the palm of his hand. "I found them, in pokin' round the fire; I reckon the Indians dr;pped them." Buffalo Bill took the articles for inspection. "Ah!" he exclaimed, and held them up. "I didn't know," suggested the man, "but you could mebbe kit an idee as to who they was, by lookin' at them articles." "The work of the Apache Kid," said the scout. "Waugh!" Nomad rumbled. "I has seen porkypine quills jest like them, an' ther Kid war w'arin' 'em. But thet eagle feather, Buffier, is San Carlos." Buffalo Bill pulled a letter from his pocket. "I got this while you were he explained. "It came down from Fort Grant, by the hand of Lieutenant Breeze. He rode two days and nights to deliver it. He has on now, t o warn the and settlers down there." He read the letter, from the colonel in command at the post: "My DEAR CODY : "A S a n Carl os brave s have deserted th e reserva tion, taking with them blankets and ponies, and have gone I sou t hward, in y our dir e cti o n. A m o ng them i s a cin e m an. I l oo k for rep o rt s o f t ro u ble, and s end t h i s to w arn you. Yo u w ill kno w w hat action t o t a k e Li eu tenant Breeze will s pread the new s as far a s he can, a nd will s end out couriers Tho ugh no one can t e ll, it i s m y opinio11 that the San Carlo s will br e ak for the Mexican line. If you find that they are doing so, org a niz e a for ce, if it is nece ss ary, and try to head them off and turn them back. I have wired Was hington for instructions, but so far have got no reply. "Hoping the break will amount to nothing, I am, "Very truly yours, Nomad roared again. "E. L. BLAKE, Colonel in Command. "Th et accounts fer ther San Carlos eagle feather. And this hyar box o paint; thet i s San Carlo s too. "Your guesses are right, Nomad; we know no w that the San Carlo s have joined the Apache Kid. W e 'll ha v e to look into this at once. I wa s only d e laying here unt i l you returned; but I'm glad I did a s it ha s brought thi s report in from Silver Spring s and we know w here to begin work now." "You'll go right a w ay?" said the man who had come in from the Springs. Buffalo Bill had been glancing inquiringly at the scratches on the arms and face of Little Cayu se, and at the eagle feathers he carried Cody will go, all right ," Pawnee Bill declared to the stranger, who had given his name as Jim Jasper. A story like that alway s hit s him hard. We've g o t a re p ort here, too, that will intere s t him mightily, and fits right into yours, I think." I can see," .said the scout, "that Cayuse has been in a scrap." "Looks like he'd been chicken fightin' with a roo ster," laughed Nomad, "an 'no mis take; only et war wu s s." "Ai, Pa-e-has-ka," .said Little Cayuse; "all same fight um eagle." He proudly diJ>layed his handful of eagle feathers. "You can get up a headdre s s now that w ill s ure s o f ten the heart of that Tonto beauty you were intere s ted in a week or so ago," said the scout smiling. "Where did you get the feather s?" "Pawnee medicine knife kill um eagle." "I gues s you 'll have to untangle the kink s in the rope, Pawnee," the scout invited "It's just what I've been waiting for a chance to do, necarnis." Forthwith the big fellow launched into hi s story of the discovery of Little Cayuse in the bottom of the boxcafion. ,,.-Before he had concluded he produced and passed to the scout the note from Stutt e ring Tom that had M en fo und tied about the eagle s n eck. The Apa c h e Ki d a g a in! s aid the scout. "That cafion is fih y miles from th e S ilv e r S pring s w h e r e the wa g o n

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 9 was attacked. Yet because the eagle was found th ere does not necessarily indicate that it was freed near that place with this note." He reread the riote, puzzling over it. "The queer thing," he said, "about this is that Stutter ing Tom could have placed it on the neck of the eagle, when he acknowledges here that he was held as a pri s oner by the Kid But of course we can't solve tliat puzzle now." My idee is," said Nomad, "thet ther eagle was shotwing-tipped, ye know-and that brought et down; after which Tut-Tom managed ter hook thet letter to et. Thar's shore holes in thet reasonin', I know, but thet's ther only way I kin seem ter make et work out." "Eagle hurt um wing over cafion," explained the Piute, "then fall in cafion. Me go down git um letter." "An' then ther critter knocked ye off ther shelf; and bercause ye couldn't git back to yer rope, ye stayed thar, wi' ther critter jabbin 'at yer eyes jest ter make things interestin'. Frum ther way ye squalled, Cayuse, I reckon thar war shore a plumb skeered redskin down in thet cafion about ther time me an' Pawnee come erlong thar." "Little Cayuse heap the Piute admitted. "But," he held up the feathers". "me r..ow can make um war dance." A smile sat on his scratched, brown face. "Give er red a lot o' feathers," commented Nomad, "an' he's plumb as happy as a cat lappin' new milk. Ef ye hit et up wi' ther right redskins, Cayuse, ye can sell enough o' them to buy ye a new rifle, an' have plenty feathers to spar'." "Me got heap good rifle now/' said the Piute scorn fully. "Mucho fine rifle. Sell feather-buy um new moccasin, new blanket, plenty heap war paint." "Wow You're plumb pizen." Pawnee Bill had continued his talk with Buffalo Bill and with Jim Jasper. It's too big a job for you to pike back to the Springs again to-night, Pard Jasper," the scout declared, noting the weakness and pallor of the who had been ex hausted by his long ride, "and I don't see that it is needed. We'll get ready, and right after supper we'll start. I've got orders, you see, to look out for the San Carlos rene gades; here is your call; and Stuttering Tom is in the hands of the Kid. All that points to a lot of warm work; but I can see rigRt from here that when we strike one traii we're striking all three. So, as the trail at the Springs is big and wide, according to your account, we'll hit it there, and then follow it up to the Jumping-off place." "And it i a fortunate thing, Jasper," added Pawnee, "that you haven't got a lot of folks captured, for you to be eating your heart out about while we are gone. I'd advise you not t o go on to that ranch you have located or trouble abbut it, until those San Carlos are bunched an d put ba ck on their re s ervation. If should jump down on you there from the hills, you might not get away the next time." "It's g ood advice you're giving me," Jasper admitted. "Still--" "You don't want to take it?" "Seems to me that as it is my property that was burned and run off, it is my place to do my part in whacking at the reds that done it; that's all." "We'll do the whacking," said Pawnee Bill. "You stay right here, and rest up. If any of your things that were carried off can be found we'll deliver them to you here ; but I'm free to say that I wouldn't borrow any money on the chance that you'll ever see them again. Sorry to say so, Jasper, but that's the way it looks now." Jasper went into further details of the Indian attack while they waited for supper. After supper he saw Buffalo Bill's party take horse and ride away for the Silver Springs. "Adios !'" Buffalo Bill called to him at parting. "Keep your heart warm We'll do the best we can for you." "Adios !" he called in return, and saw them fade into the darkness. -CHAPTER IV. THE CAPTURE OF STUTTERING TOM. Stuttering Tom had gone forth convinced that the Apache Kid had deserted that part of the country. Mounting to the trail on the high ridge known as the hogback, he had ambled along contentedly, filled with the pleasant thought that life was opening rosily for him again. For months he had lain in those hills as a fugitive, and because he had to live, he had twice descended on unfor tunate foot travelers and taken from them supplies and ammunition for his rifle. These brigandish expeditions, with his flight from the vigilantes, had given him the name of the Outlaw of the Hills. But through the intercessions of Buffalo Bill, when the latter returned to Teton Peaks, these things were not brought up against him, and he given to understand that if henceforth he conducted himself in an honorable manner the slate against him would be wiped clean. "I've learned the names of the men that I took the things from," he reflected as he rode along, "and I'll pay 'em back, every dollar. All I want is a little time, in which to earn the money. Cody is shore the whitest man that ever hit fais belt of the earth, and he is my friend forever." His new happiness and sense of freedom burst forth in snatches of song, though pis ability in that line was fa r from remarkable.

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1 IO THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. At the nd of the hogback trail, whe re it frayed o ut i nto a r o cky fo o tpath, he turned his hor s e loo s e not doubt i n g th a t h e c o uld catcl:i it on hi s return. N ear by was low ground, with gra s s and water, from which it was not likely to s tray far. The ro c ky path, dipping down into the broken canon, was familiar to him and he went down with practiced ease. Now and then, when he needed to use his rope, he did it skillfully. Two hour s of hard work and rough climbing brought him out on the rim of a wide chasm, or canon, where so long he had made his home. The spot seemed almost inaccessible, and because of that, and certain cavelike holes he had found in the cafion walls, he had hidden away there while he thought himself much wanted. Instead of de scen ding at once to the holes where were some of the few he desired to remove, he squatted on the weathered rocks and looked about, musing on the quick change that had come to him. As he did so a big bird came fluttering down from a notched peak, and dropped to the rocks at his side. Ken nedy's mouth expanded in a pleas : d grin. Hello, old Bub-Bald y!" he said : "You've cue-come to pay me a vis it, heh? Well, th-that's gug-good of you. You was the only fuf-friend I had in thew-world f).lf-for a gug-good while and I'll nun-never forget it." The b i rd---,it w as an eagle--edged nearer, and he stroked it on the wing s ")'." ou re a fuf-fine bird ," s aid the s tutterer; "fuf-finest ever. Mebbe you th-think you'd lul-like to go to the town with an' live. Well, I'll be t-tarnal glad to tut-take you ; won't sus-seem so lonesome there, with you along. Yes; you re a fuf-fine bird." When it came s till closer he took it in his arms, and sat talking to it in the w:trm sunshine that blazed full on the high rim of the canon. He recalled the time when he had found it, a nestling, and had taken it to his cave; where he had reared it, w ith infinite difficulty. That was but a few months before; so it was still young. "I dud-don't know but it was you th-that kept me from going c-crazy that time, Bub-Baldy/' he declared affec tionately; "yes, I reckon that was what you dud-did for me." The big, handsome bird nestled against him a s he s troked it. "And once you dud-did a fine thing for me, that mum maybe you don't remember, but I will always. I wa s starvin' that tut-time, ye kn o w, in the hole down there; ammunition all gone, and no gug-game, with nun-nothing to shoot it with And you -flopped down into the h ole with a ss s age rabbit, je s t a s if you underst o od. I ain't s -s-sure bub-but you did, too. That fuf-fine of you, Baldy; it shore was mum-mighty fine." I For half an h our the big bird nest led in hi s a r ms, while he talked to it Then he s et it o n hi s s hould e r s a nd, dropping the n oose o f hi s rope ove r a point of ro ck h e descended thu s to the cave. This was a mere hole in the face of the canon wall, but after entering, it enlarged to the size of a s mall ro o m There were others near .like it, probably burro w ed ou t by ancient cliff dwellers, and u s ed b y them a s r e fuges from their enemies. Kennedy had disco ver e d the by accident, and they had s erved him well. Taking the eagle into the cave with him, he s et it o n a projection of rock, fed it food scrap s he foun d in the room, and talked to it as he gathered the fe w thing s he meant to carry away. He did not hurry. This hole had been his home so long that he liked to linger in it, and was almo s t reluctant t o leave it. He had decided to take the eagle and he pack ed his belonging s with that end in view. While he tarried he was s tartled by the dropping of a pebble from the canon rim; it shot past the opening, an d fell with a clatter, as it rebounded from one of the walls Stuttering Tom knew that either a human being or an animal had set the pebble in motion; there was no w ind blowing. Glancing acro ss he saw that the aspen on the top of the oth e r wall wa s fluttering n o t a s ingle leaf. "The Apache Kid, mebbe," was hi s thought. "If it i s he saw me, and has slipped up on me." Tiptoeing to the narrow entrance, he looked out. Un able to see anything, h e s tepp e d out cautiou s ly to th e shelf in front of the hole. An arrow whi s tled b y his head, and he ducked back. "Indians," he whi s pered, in a panic. And th-that means the Apache Kid He s trapped hi s bundle to his back with finger s th a t sho ok, and put hi s rifle with it; then caught up th e eagle. He had hi s rope with him, a double one in length an d dropped an end off the ledge, working w ith s tealth y cel erity If he c o uld get down into the can o n he thought h e might yet e s cape. When he darted out of the hole, and s wung ov e r o n th e rope he had fa s t e n ed another arrow came flirting do wn ; but it mi sse d him, and th e n ex t m o ment the lip of the sHelf s erved to s creen him from the bowman. The eagle s at serenely on hi s shoulder as h e swif tl y lowered himself. Believing that the Indians were all at the top of the canon he was planning ho w he could d od g e them, when the eagle screame<;l and fluttered from hi s shoulder. Glancing down, Kennedy was in time to see a hea d feather dip out of sight i'h the recesses belo w him. They're there, too! he ga s ped. He b e gan to climb back as fas t as he had g one down. Panting, he regained the s helf, dodged anoth er a rrow and slid into the hole like a disappearing snake.

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. I I The eagle fluttered over from the opposite canon wall, settled on tfie shelf, then hopped through the opening. Another arrow fluttered downward. Following the arrow, a yell lifted in the canon; and then others answered from the rim. Knowing they had been seen by him, the Apaches had now abandoned their:_ stealthy attempts. The stutterer sat within the entrance of the cave, star ing out the canon, listening, while his trembling hands gripped his rifle. Sweat ell.me out on his face. "They recognized me, in spite of these bub-black clothes, just as you did, Baldy," he' said. It was a peculiarity of Kennedy's vocal impediment that when he was scared or excited he stuttered very little, or none at all; excitement loo sened the tied cords, or made the brain forget, and he spoke rapidly and easily. I guess they've got me, Baldy," he whispered, as he listened to the yells. "Indians above and belo .w; andthere goes one off on the other side. They're getting over there, so they can shoot me when I show myself. This i s a good hole to hide in, but it's a hard one to get out of, when foes are watchin' it. I reckon I'm sewed up here. And no chance to get word to anybody." A suggestion came to him, and he looked at the Poised on the rock where it had so often perched, its wings fluttered angrUy, and it emitted a scream. "You don't like Indians any better than I do. Or is that. jest the result of excitement? If I should pitch you out there, I wonder if you w-would hover r-round, or would you fly away? 'Twon't dud-do-no harm to try it." He pulled from a pocket of the wrinkled black coat a new notebook, in which he had set down the cost of. some recent purchases, and fished out a pencil. Then he wrote the note, which was afterward found on the neck of the eagle: "To BUFFALO BILL: "The Kid has got me. "TOM KENNEDY. (STUTTERING TOM.)" Finding a buckskin cord on one of his she lves, Ken nedy doubled the note into a flat package, tied it; and fastened it to the neck of the eagle with the buckskin. "Bub-Baldy," he said, his voice tremulous, "I don't s'pose there's one chance in a thousand that Cody wi'll ever see this writin'; and it's a pity to send ye out this way, for some rifleman to crack at, when he notices this packet on your neck. But I'm in a bad box, Bub-Baldy, and I got to do it; I got to try to save my neck, if I can. If I can hold up until Bub-Buffalo Bill can get here, if he sees the letter, there'd bub-be a show for me." His vo ice choked as he took the eagle in his arms, after tying the letter to it, and it nestled against him. But he bor e it to the entrance remorselessly, and there gave it a t oss that sent it fluttering out into the canon. The Indians on the rim above whooped when they saw it, and those below threw the whoops back like an e cho. The eagle seemed bewildered. Twice it circled round, flying heavily, and appeared to be on the point of return ing to the hole in the rock. Instead, it fluttered finally to a crag on the opposite rim, and settled there, screaming. It had scarcely folded its wings when a rifle cracked from the canon's rim. The Apache Kid was up there himself, and his keen eyes had noted that something was tied to the eagle's neck. So he pulled his rifle down on the noble bird and sent a bullet. Compared with white men, few Indians are skillful with a rifle, and the Apache Kid was no exception. Hence, though the eagle offered a fair target, the bullet did no more than give it a slight wing clip. It screamed, and rose with a flutter, showing that it had been hit. But it did not fall, and after swinging round in a bewildered way it rose to the top of the canon wall and disappeared, going toward the east. Stuttering Tom watched its flight, muttering a prayer. "Go!" he whispered. "You're started right; but-I'm afraid you'll not keep it up." He pulled his rifle to the entrance, and with it held between his knees, he squatted there through the hours of the afternoon, listening. He anticipated an attempt to get at him, and was prepared to meet it. Before nightfall all sounds and signs of Indians had failed. Yet the watcher in the hole on the face of th e canon wall was not deceived thereby. He knew that sharp black eyes were watching that hole from every point of advantage, and brown fingers were ready to speed a bullet ;:tt him if he appeared in sight. When night came down he could not hope that the relentless Apaches had gone away-he knew them too well. But he decided, nevertheless, to try to escape in the darkness. He really pinned no to the message borne by the eagle-the chances seemed too remote. Through the long hours of the darkness no sounds of his foes reached him. Through the canon rift above he could see the stars, but within the canon darkness as well as silence reigned. 'When midnight had passed he crawled over the edge of the hole, and let himself down softly. But as he reached the bottom, and his feet felt about for the solid rock there, his legs were seized, and he was thrown down violently. "Ah! You thought we were asleep, or gone away; but I never sleep." It was the voice of the terrible Apache Kid sounding in his stunned ears. CHAPTER V. THE TERRIBLE KID. On the high cliffs above, as day broke brilliantly and the sunrise burned like fire off in the east, the Apache Kid and his followers camped with their prisoner.

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' 12 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. The Kid was in a talkative mood, and not ill-humored. Some whisky had been seized in a recent raid made by the San Carlos braves who had joined him the day before, and it warmed into geniality the cockles of his evil heart. So he talked, and boasted, as he pulled strips of spitted deer meat out of the camp fire and ate his breakfast. He was painted and feathered. One black, shining eye looked straight at the prisoner, the other turned downward and inward in a queer droop, which made his painted face extremely sinister in its expression. Beaded moccasins were on his feet, and p n his legs leggings of deerskin ornamented with quills and fringes of leather. His hair, grown long again, hung in a shiny braid down his back, the end of the braid tied with threads of red cotton; and a red-flannel headband supported his tos s ing eagle feathers. Viewing him in his savage pomp and pride, no one not conversant with his history could have dreamed that the Apache Kid had been not"only a student at Carlisle, but had been on the Carlisle football team, and at various times had charged the opposing lines at Yale, Princeton, and Harvard. He spoke English like a white man, and was wise in many of the white men's ways. Yet here he was, painted, beaded, and blanketed like a savage. Surrounded, too, by Indians as grotesquely attired and painted as himself. He viewed them with sat isfaction, as they gorged themselves on the venison pro vided by a lucky shot from one of their rifles. Their arms were of the newest patterns, taken from raided wagon trains, and from pony soldiers massacred by the Kid and his followers, and they had now a goodly store of cartridges. "You thought I wanted to shoot you," said the Kid, speaking to his prisoner "Well, I didn't, unless you made me do it, to keep you from getting away. I had other ideas about you You deserved a bullet, of course, for what you did to me; you haven't forgot it-it was only a week or so ago." Stuttering Tom thought it wise to cultivate the virtue of silence. "You and me had made the friendship talk; you recol lect that," said the Kid. "You was playing the game of hide out here, and so was I; only, as a bit of revenge, I was holding Gabe Wharton's little boy, to pay Wharton back for slamming a hunk of lead into my arm that time he and others raided my camp." His one good eye took a baleful gleam over that mem ory. . I dug that lead out, and lo s t enough blood by it to have killed a bull buffalo; and I'll have an arm that may go back on me always. So I struck back, as I always do, and corraled Wharton's boy, jus t to make the old m a n squeal for what he'd done to me. "Then you got into the game against me, helping Buf falo Bill. But for you, too, Buffalo Bill and his crowd would never have smoked me out. They did, with you to help 'em, down in that basin, and I had three men kille d there and lost the boy I g o t away with the rest of my men, and went s o u th. But I had left some stuff here, and came to get it. J was watching for you, and I meant to get you. I didn't know, then, that you had gone back with Cody to Teton Peaks; for you know you told me you was afra. go there any more." t. "Cody straightened things out for me / tering Torn; and the fact that he did not sttut(IJ r .;aying it showed that he w.as frightened by his position. "Yes; you've told me that." He laughed and blew the ashes off the venison he was devouring as he talked. "Well, when the Apache Kid goes back to the white men, and makes goody-goody talk, it will be for the same reason you did-because he thinks it will pay him. "Some day," he added, "I may, just to keep from being hung; but that would be the only reason." He chewed at the meat. "Isn't that," he said, referring to the venison, "better than anything ever cooked up and served in a white man s restaurant? You wouldn't think now that I've been on gay Broadway, would you? But I have. The Carlisle fellows played Columbia, and we went through Broad way the night after the game. The way the people looked at us y o u d have thought a Wild West show was parading the street, and we had on our white mans' football t o g gery, too. Yet you'll claim that Indians are savages, an d that white men are civilized. Bah Pish Scratch the skin of a white man, and you'll find a thief or a fool. There's a terrible howl goes up when a few Indians lift some ponies, but what about the white men who steal everything they can lay their hands on, so long as they ain t afraid they'll get ?" He gulped down a strip of venison, and took a drink of water, using a tin cup "But that's got nothing to do with this case between you and me," he grumbled. "You gave me the double cross, and I s aid I'd get even; not by killing you, but by making you my slave. You can understand that?" The stutterer held his peace. "Shall I make it plainer? You're a lazy dog, and don't like to work; I know that, from watching you at times. I'm g o ing to make you work for me. Where I am going I'll need a good servant and you're to be that. You can cook-you cooked for yourself here a long time; and you can do all the things I'll want done. "I' ve got twenty men now, with the San Carlos who joined me ye s terday. We could do some red raiding, with that number, if we wanted to; rnebbe we will a f ter a while, just to show the white men that we're still alive. But not now. "The thing we're going to do now is to go down into a hidden valley that lies south of here, down by the Mexi-

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 13 can lin e ; I don t think even the pony soldier s know w h e re it is, or ever heard of it. But these San Carlos know; th e y hid there once, some years ago, when the pony soldiers chased them, and they gave the soldiers the ha-ha. "So there is where we're going. I <;lon't mind telling you, for you're going along, and you'll not ge, t aw a y The valley has wat e r and grass for the ponies, and there are deer and antelopes; but we're not going to depend on the game, except for the fresh meat we'll want now and then. 'We expect to shy out and hit a pack train, or s omething of the kind, and get what we need, and then back into the valley. We can stay there forever, and never be located, for the way to it is across lava sheet s where a shod elephant couldn't make a track." He chuckled, then choked. "That whisky didn't last long enough," he grumbled "Just a good drink all round. The wonder is that any of it got to me, when the San Carlos are such ti.sh for it. But if we hit a pack train, we ought to get a lot; that's the only thing a white man makes that we care much for, except guns and ammunition. "The first train we're going to hit," he added, "isn't a train, but a ranchman's wagons, loaded down with stuff for hi s ranch." He laughed. "The way that fool fell to my plan was a sin. i sent down three of my White Mountain Apaches-the ones that could speak a little Engli s h, and he has hired them for drivers and herder s He was about to start out from White Falls Basin, and I heard about it, and that he wanted help. "There was also something else there I wanted." He winked his good eye. "That was a half-breed Tonto girl; s he had hired out to him as a cook. I got a look at her, when s he wa s with her family, at some springs south ea s t of here, and Cody's Piute was cultivating her ac quaintance. There's a medicine man among these San Carlo s and he's going to marry me to that half-breed beauty, and we're going to s ettle down in that Happy Val ley I've been telling you about." He winked again. "If she don't like it? Well, there have been white w o men tied up to white men, when they didn't like it. I'll be following the white man's fashion. And that Piute How he will howl and tear his braid when he hears of it. And me and this half-breed beauty will have you to wash our pans and kettles, pack wood for us, cook for u s and wait on How does that strike you ?" Stuttering Tom munched away at the veni s on given him, and did not answer. The cloud of gloom that's hovering over you ought to give me the blues," said the Kid; "but it doesn't. It make s me feel good. For you see I'm beginning to pay the first instalment of the 4ebt I'm owing you. By the time it's paid in full you'll wish you had kept faith with me, and had never heard of Buffalo Bill Cody ." When the sun was well above the peaks the Apache Kid and his renegades took up their line of march, with Stut tering Tol'lll in their midst. They had made sure that he cculd not escape, by fas tening a bridle chain to his leg, the other end of the chain being attached to a heavy stone that had a hole through its middle, as if nature had fitted it for the purpose. Kennedy was compelled to carry the stone, in order to walk at all, and its weight made it practically certain that he could not run away. How is that for a beginning?" sneered the Kid, as the stutterer took up his burden and the march southward over the almost impassable way began. "Next time, when you choose between me and Buffalo Bill, be sure that you don't come back where I can get my hands on you. That stone will weigh a thousand pounds after you have crawled up and down a few cliffs with it, but that will be only a starter." It was an appalling prospect. CHAPTER VI. A DIFFICULT TRAIL. When Buffalo Bill's party gained the spot where the San Carlos Apaches, combined with those under the Kid, had attacked Jasper's wagons, they found nothing, at first, but desolation. Itwas in the gray of the dawn, after a night of hard riding But as they looked about, something which had seemed an old blanket, ash-sprinkled, stood up, and was seen to be an Indian. Little Cayuse stared at the figure, then, recognizing the savage, uttered a cry. When the Indian had stared back he took a step toward the Piute. The next moment finger talk and lip talk fl.owed like a stream of water. Neither Buffalo Bill nor his companions knew the Indian, but tP.ey saw that he was a Tonto. He was a man of fifty, garbed in the blanket that he had covered with ashes, and without face paint. The familiar Tonto feather stilck up from his flannel headband, and he wore leggings and moccasins. Little Cayuse swung round, with anguished face. "Your friend is in trouble, eh?" said the scout. "Ai, Pa-e-has-ka. Mucho trouble," the Piute re sponded. Then he proceeded to tell them that the man was wolf Robe, the full-blood brother of the half-breed girl car ried off by the Apac;he Kid's band of renegades; and, further, that she was of the Tonto family with whom he had taken potlatch recently.

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14 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. M u c ho fine girl, he e xplaine d, his blac k eyes glis tening s u s pi c i o u s ly. It appeared th a t s he had h ired out t o Jim Jas p e r, w ho had stopped ne a r the s pring s wh e re th e Tont o s for a mc;mth or more pa s t h a d bee n encamped, and w a s to do some work an d c oo king for him ; s o s he h a d been with the wagons w h e n the Kid s Apache devils had descended on it. Wolf Robe had made a run-over in the night to see her, and ha d fo_un d th e remnant s of the burned wag o ns, and every indi c ation o f what ha d happen ed. He had followed the ren e gades a s hort di s tance, but kno w ing he could do nothing, afo o t and al o ne, he had r e t u rned to the scene of the outrage, and there, squatting in the ashes, Indian fashion, he had howled hi s gri e f, an d cast ashes on his head and over his blanket. "As ef thet would do any good, er help resky ther gal," Nomad grumbled. "Thar's Injun nonsense fer ye. Settin' hyar moanin', instead o' rackin' out ter git ther pony soldiers. W augh-h " It's sure a raw deal that has been handed out to him, though said Pawnee Bill. Buffalo Bill was a s king the Tonto questions, and Pawnee Bill took part in the que s tioning. "Dead white man out there, s a i d the Piute, swinging his hand in the direction of the trai l l ef t by the Indian s Wolf Robe see um." The trail was as broad and plain as a highwa y The sa nd at that point was deep, and the Indian ponies had ploughed through it without any attempt at concealment. By the side of the trail, a few hundre d yard s bey o nd the smoking ruins, they came on the white man, who had been a herder hired by Jas per. Apaches do not scalp, but they mutilate horribly. Whe n the white men looked at the b ody they turne d a w ay their face s hardened a s they had become through familiarity with terrible s ight s Buffalo Bill ordered the Piute to throw a blanket over the dis figured body, and then they s et to work to scoop out a grave in the s and. Little Cayuse took no part in this work but spent the time in talks with Wolf Robe. Seeing that thi s party wa s here for the purpo s e of following the trail of the plundering murderer s W o lf Robe declared that h e would acc o mpany them, for the purpose of rescuing his sis ter, if it could be done. "I'm hoping that no other w hite men come in contact with the Kid, said Pawnee Bill, as they laid the unfor tunate herder in his sandy grave. "This kind of work i s what make s a b 9 rderman hate Indians." "Fortunately, all Indians are not Apaches," returned the scout. I has knowed Kio w a s a n C o manches an' Pawnee s an' Sioux, an' Cheyenn es, not ter mention numerous o t h ers t e r b e e z p izen m ea n, s aid old N omad. "Gin' r a lly Apache s aire inclined t e r be a little m o r e wolf, yit not allus." "Vhen an Inchun h e i ss hit d e r var dr<1-il unt blay In chun, comment e d t he b aro n, he iss some tuyfels. I ha f hadt some in ex b e rience mit him. Budt idt i s s petter t o pe deadt mit dhem, dhan to be s ome brison e rs oof d e r Abache Kid, I b e dt you. A headboard, cut fro m a wag o n board that rem a i ned unburn eq furni s h e d out the gra ve in the s and, w i t h a n in scr ipti o n a s g oo d as th e y could write; it told the time, place, an d mann e r of his death, but not his name, which w a s un k n o wn t o them. It was only another of the nameless graves dotting the We s t, populated by victims of Indian treachery and cru e lty. An hour by the sun, after a rest and a breakfast, and fo o d and re s t for the hor s es, the broad trail of the red skins wa s taken. It held s t e adily southward for a while, then s w ung round and headed for the gullied and cafioned hill s where it w a s known that for some time the terrible Apache Kid had been in hiding. But the y did not believe that the Indian s s till remained in those h ills th o ugh the hilJs afforded many plac es o f c o ncealm e nt. H o wever, they were forced to follo w the trail, and when th e hill s were approached they were re quired to guard closely again s t ambushe s Time and again the Apache Kid had been trailed, since the h our \>v h e n he and oth e r supposed-to-be faithful scouts of the g o vernment had massacred a company of pony s oldier s and taken to the plunder trail; and often he had ambu s h e d s ucce ss fully, but never y e t had he be e n captured. His cunning, and hi s s uccess in breaking out of the mos t difficult place s had become proverbial. A short distance within the hilJs, the few cattle dri ve n off by the Kid 's follo w ers had been s laughtered by them. The bes t porti o n s of the carcasses had been carried a w a y for food al s o the skin s ; the rest had been left for the wolves and vultures. So long as the Kid and his gang stick to their ponie s," said Paw nee, "we ought to be able to track them; we can go with our horse s wherever they can go with their s I'll put Chick-Chick again s t any Apache caballo that e ver romped over a rocky trail." But even this did not seem to be sound, for later the pursuers came to a lava sheet, which they could cross with their ponies, and which apparently the Apaches had crossed ; but no trail was there, and no trail w a s po s sible. A s thi s lava extended for league s the direction tak e n by the Ap a che s after entering it could only be c o njecture d, a s th e y h a d more tha n a t w el ve -hour s' s tart ove r the white men and Ind ian s w ho followed. Buffalo Bill s party held to the general direction,

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 15 though with a growing belief that they were going wrong, for it was natural to expect that the Apaches had changed their course somewhere in the field of trackless lava. "When ordinary judgment tells you," said Buffalo Bill, while they were halted to talk this over, "that an Indian is sure to do a certain thing, jus t give the figures a tttrn and conclude that he will not. If we apply that here we will go on in this direct course. We think the Indians would turn aside; but will they, or, rather, did they?" "When et comes ter gues sin ', Buffier," said Nomad, digging up his odorous briar for a smoke, "the sense of a nannygoat has got a white man sidetracked, ef he's guessin' erbout ther ways of an Injun. Hide-rack hyar has got more sense than any nannygoat, and ef you'll look, he is pokin' his ears forrud. What does et mean? Mebbeso nothin'. Mebbeso erg'in, et 'means ther Injuns has g one on, an' he srneils 'em, or the trail they has left, which we cain't nowise see ." The party continued on, for no other reason than that the Apaches eould logically be expected to have gone in some other way, and because Nomad's old horse, Hide rack, had pointed his ears along that course. Within two hours, they found that in doing so they had exhibited wisdom. The lava ended, to be replaced by leagues of light and shifting sand. Not a trail could be seen on all that sandy surface; yet close by the lava edge, Little Cayuse, assisted by Wolf Robe, found what seemed to be all that remained of a hoofprint. The company gathered round and inspected it. The sand, drifting continually, had s ifted in there, but had not entirely filled in the track; and a pony track it was, undoubtedly, they decided. Also, because a few hours more would have filled it, they decided that it had been made probably the day before. Buff alo Bill leveled hi,s field glasses on the leagi;es of sand which st retched before them. Far out there was a hazy s himmer, as of. heat; and that seemed, to the eye, the boundary of the sandy plain. Even the glasses could not penetrate it. "Nothing to be seen," he said, when he lowered the glasses. "Take a look, Pawnee." "Same here," admitted Bill, after he had adjusted the gla sses to his eyes. Yet they were satisfied that the Indians they followed had passed over this sandy waste in their flight. When they entered the sand, hoping to find further indications that the renegadees had passed that way, their and ponies, ploughing through it, left deep trails; but the sand they stirred up drifted about in the light wind, and the wind rolling other sand in little eddies began to fill the tracks almost as as they were made. The party went no more than a mile, th e n turned back, \Vlthdut anything. "We don't know how far this sand extends," was the scout's argument, to sustain this action, "and we don't know where there may be water holes, if any. So we've got to carry water-all we can, for ourselves and horses . But first we've got to find the water." "Those ki-yis seem to be hiking for the Mexican line, anyway," was Pawnee's conjecture. "We might swing round this sand belt, and pick up the trail on the other side. They didn't stay in there, necarnis; for even a buzzard couldn't live in that place." Buffalo Bill called up Wolf Robe, and with the aid of Little Cayuse put him through a course of question ing, intended to extract whatever information he had of the region. But though Wolf Robe and the Tontos he claimed kinship with had gtt'ided their caballos over a good deal of territory down that way, this was a district new to him. He shook his head, as he looked at the sand, and declared that it was bad medicine. Neither he nor the Piute liked the notion of entering it. "Then, can you tell us where to find water?" demanded the scout. Wolf Robe looked about, and off at some flat buttes. Water was to be found in hollows, on the tops of the buttes, if anywhere. But as that was a thing which Buffalo Bill knew al ready, he was helped very little. Dividing his small force, the scout made a search of the buttes. But night came down, and drove the searchers back. Therefore, a dry camp was made on the edge of the sand. There was still plenty of water, for the men, but not much for the horses. "Looks like ragged play, at the very beginning of the game, Pard Bill; I'm referring to the hand we're hold ing," said Pawnee. "Thet Apache Kid is heap smart," agreed old Nomad, who was feeding a small quaritity of oats to Hide-rack, using his old hat as a feed box. "Ef he'd been hung be., fore he was born! Looks to me right now, not bein' thet I'm critical, thet when Little Cayuse looks erg'in inter ther face o' the half-breed gal., she's goin' ter be a heap older. An' I reckon, too, ther Kid has got Tut-Tom wi' him, ef so be he ain't killed him 'fore this. Tut-Tom would er showed a wiser head ef he had stayed at Teton Peaks." They had a short-allowance supper, in their dry camp; but the horses were more fortunate in that line, for a quantity of green grass grew close by some rocks. As the ground seemed a bit moist there, Buffalo Bill thought of sinking a well, in a test for water, if the tops of the buttes yielded none. Yet a pursuit of Indians, who knew the water holes, of which their pursuers were ignorant, did not seem promising, as Nomad had said, right at the outset. But the next morning water was found, in a rocky

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16 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. depression, on top of a butte, where it had been held s ince fhe last rainfall, the slope of the surrounding rocks hav ing poured the rain into the hole as into a cistern. "Rained hyar erbout three weeks ago," avowed No mad, as he studied the indications of evaporation that had taken place. "This will hold out mebbeso two weeks more-say three; then likely no more rain will come fer six months. What I'm drivin' at, Buffier, is what we're goin' ter do fer water when we back tracks this way, e so be we're gone longer than we expect, and this water hole is dry then?" We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," said the scout. "Pard Cody is right, old Diamond," said Pawnee. "Be thankful for the favors of the present, can't you? Per haps it rain great guns here inside of a week, and this hole can't hold all of it. Look at it that way." He had drunk his fill of the sweet water, and now was l i ghting the weed he had drawn from the crown of his hat. Suppose I go to moaning, afraid that my cigars won't hold out; and I'm burning them fast. Think of that awful catastrophe, Nomad, and think of the fix I'd be in. I'd have to make a pipe out of a cactus-stem and all ; and rub desert weeds to pieces for tobacco." Yet the picture he drew seemed not to distress him, as he blew rings of smoke at the turquoise sky, and with Tluffalo Bill considered the situation. After all, their reasoning brought them round in a cir cle to the jumped-'at conclusion of Nomad and the Piute. The Apaches and their leader were "heap smart," and the w o rk of running them down and corraling them was not t o be done in a hurry. .... CHAP.TER VII. T H E M A G I C B U S H. At the end of a week of as hard work as they had ever put in, Buffalo Bill and Pawnee Bill had not reached a conclusion c\iffering)n any respect from the above. But in that time they and their companion s had cov ered a good deal of territory, and by a process of slow elimination had worked out some facts. They knew that the Apache Kiel had not gone with his band to the eastward, beyond the sane\ desert and the lava belt; for bff there lay a strip of alkali soil, white a s snow or s alt, which would have held the impress of any hoofs or moccasins crossing it. In the same way they knew that the Kid had not gone to the westward, for a pebbly area lay there, streaked with patches of green. The scout's party had covered that thoroughly, and made sure that it held no pqny tracks. So but t w o directions remain ed-s outhward and tli>rth ward. They might have pass ed the Apaches, or been pa ss ed by them; yet they die\ not believe this had hap pened But if it had happened, the Kid was behind th em. Otherwise he was somewhere ahead, which meant sou th Tracking through sand had worn clown the horse s needed rest and recuperation, and were being hel d by the Tonto and the Piute in a little valley, where wat e r and grass had been found. Outside, continuing the search on foot, were Pawne e Bill and Buffalo Bill, and in another place Noma d an d the baron. As the scout and Pawnee went on slowly, they watch e d keenly for tracks, and likewise studied every cactu s an d bush before them before they went near it. They did not believe that the Kid or any of his Apache s were close at hand; this caution of theirs was a mere matter of habit, induced by fong and perilous experi "I have seen an Apache lie hid in a spot where it would s eem, necarnis, that a horned toad couldn t keep out of sight. I remember once, down on the lower Colorado, that I was following a Yuma. The rascal had knifed a white man, then cut for the desert, and I had been de tailed to hunt him down. In a place as flat a s this, wher e it was all sand, and I was sure he could not be there, h e jumped at me, with his knife out; he had buried himself in the sand, all but his brown nose; and he judged when I was near by through his sen s e of hearing. The sane\ was light, like this; he came up with a jump that show er e d me with sand, and filled my eyes with it, then tackled me." "YOU got him ?" "Of course, I got him, necarni s ; that was what I wa s out there for. ' Buffalo Bill had stopped, hi s eyes fixed on the sane\ before him. "Think a reel is under there?" said.Pawnee. "It i sn't a likely place, but--" "A red has been there, I think and not an hour ago," the answer of the s c o ut. "Do you notice that peb ble?" "That's right, Pare\ Bill; I s ee it now." There were beds of pebbles here and there, shining, some of them, like poli s hed agate s The one the scot'lt referred to, and on which the s c o ut s had fixed their eye s \\''..'.S not shining, but wa s dull colored. .. -_':1rne d over recently," s aid Pawnee. "Your e y e s are sure all right, Cody. If it had lain that. way long the w i nd an d the s and eating away at it would have given it a poli s h. "There i s a bit of alkali on it, y o u 'll n o tice; it w a s, of course, on the under side. It's whit e ning in the sun now. An hour ago, when it was underneath, it mu s t have been

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. a gray-brown; in another hour it will be a s whit e as sa lt. T he scouts looked ahead, and to right and left. "He may be in the hills off there, s ugge s ted the scqut, "or-he may be in that bush right ahead of u s ." "Three hundred yards i s n t it? Hard to tell, here, w here the sun glitters everything so much. But it's n o t over five hundred yards off. And if the red is there, and has got a good rifle, and nerve, he could get us here." ''True enough," said the scout. Nevertheless, they advanced, counting on the well known fact that an Indian rifleman, if he has not been in close contact with white men, is a miserable shot. He s eems not to know that both fore and rear sights of a rifle are made for use; so he sights too often through the rear sight only, and shoots high and wild. "Of course," remarked Pawnee, "that pebble might have been turned over by the hoof of an antelope, in s tead of the moccasin of a redskin striking it; but we have seen no antelqpes, and it isn't likely." "Nor have we seen any redskins, thongh we've tried hard enough "That's true, necarnis. But if an antelope had passed thi s way his sharp-pointed hoofs would surely have p o ked holes here and there; but there aren't any. If there were any sage rabbit s here, I might make another wild gue ss, and suggest sage rabbits "Cast your eyes ahead of yon-there by that bit of black lava; you will see something." An indentation in a .film of alkali by the lava bore the s uggestive outline of the toe of a moccasin. "Phew! That red wa s going some when he stubbed his toe there. Your gues ses are al ways right, Pa rd Bill. It was a moccasin which turned over that pebble, and the redskin wearer of it is s omewhere ahead of us. That bush seems a likely place." "You don't notice anything peculiar about the bu sh?'' Pawnee Bill flung it an apparently unobservant glance. "I do, now that you mention it, Cody. It is firs1 c ousin to certain manzanita s crub I 've seen, and doe sn't belong here at all, but out in the hills. Everything els e growing here is of the thi s tle, cactu s and greasewood Cder." "That's right. It eoesn't belong here, and didn't grow here; which means that it was transported. My gue s s is that when we came out into this place there wa s an Indian poking round, who had that bu s h with hir;n, for con cealment purpo s es. He couldn t get back into the hill s w i thout being seen, s o he planted his bu s h, and is hid now inside o f it. He i s hoping we ll pa s s on by witnout discovering hirn." They were s auntering on in careless attitude, a s if en gaged in ordinary conversation. "He will n o t s h o ot at u s the scout continued, "so l o ng ys he thinks we haven't su s pected his ruse And he can t shoot without moving and shaking the bush, and s o g1vmg us warning. Jus t drop your hands carelessly into your coat pocket s and get those little pistols ready." Pawnee Bill laughed a s his hands slid into the outside pockets of his coat. ''I'll try to wing him if I have to shoot, Pard Bill,'' he declared. "For if he i s one of the Kid's men, weJl waht to have him alive, to s ling talk for us. I rather think we can find means to persuad e the rascal to point the way to the hide-out of the gang. Mebbe it will save 1:1s another week of hard work." Buffalo Bill tore off a thi s tle now and then as they passed along, and shaped them into a roll. "What now?" Pawnee "I'm going to make a torch.i' "Going to smoke him out?" Pawnee laughed again. "The leaves of that bush dry as tinder-you can see that now; and they will burn, I'm sure. I think when we get close up, and you have your pistols ready, I'll fire the torch into it, and see what happens." "It will sure astonish him, necarnis." Having pulled more thistles and shaped them, the em bryo torch was wound round with thistle fiber. The dry thistle heads at one end were as inflammable as cotton. The expected happened, when the moment for action came. As the torch flamed through the air the suspected bush shot forth a yelling redskin. At the same time the fake bush fell apart, as if it had been held together by invisible strings, now severed. There was a knife in the redskin's hand, but he showed no other weapon. As the knife lifted and the Indian dived with another yell at Buffalo Bill, the little revolver in right-hand pocket barked, and the bullet sent the flying. As he turned to run, tlefenceless and frightened, the toe of Buffalo Bill's boot hooked round an instep, and the Indian came clown sprawling. The next instant the scout was on top of him, with Pawnee )mrrying to his assistance. The Indian's own red-flannel headband, twisted, served to tie his wri s ts together, and a turn of P awnee's riata. round his legs rendered him helpless. They had already seen that he was not an Apache, but a Maricopa, of one of the wandering bands that rove over the southern deserts, subsisting on cactus pears, mesquite beans, ants, and scorpions. The dropping apart of the bush with which he had con cealed himself had shown a blanket bundle on the ground there; but this they gave no attention at first. The)I to qusetion him in the various d' of the Southwe s t, but he only stared up at them with black eyes that glittered like polished stones. He was evidently very much frightened.

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. "The talk we' re slinging, P arcl Bill, d on't s eem t o get "And killed him," said the scout, pointing to certain next, s aid Pawnee. Suppo s e you give him a little fing e r dark stain s and a slit in the wolfskin made by a knife. exerci se." By the tok e ns, necaTnis, that m e dicine man was a San An adept in the Indian sign languag e Buffalo Bill Carlos Apache, too. Does that s ugg e st anything?" gan to use it. "It doe s Lillie-a whole lot; it warms the trail for u s The Indian s till stared, but there was now in his eyes a That letter which came down from Fort Grant stated gleam of comprehension that the San C arlo s who had jumped the re s ervation, an d "I gue s s you're hitting him. Shall I l o o s en up thi s a s we know, joined the Apache Kid later, had a medicin e flannel tourniquet a bit, so that he can s hake s ome talk man with them Here are his remainders, as Tom Sawback at you?" yer would say "Yes,''. said the s cout. "Untie hi s hand s ." He began to make s igns again to the Maricopa. The With his hand s unbound the Mari c opa s at up. Indian wa s rath e r proud o f hi s work. The Apaches were "I'll just grip thi s end of the riata,'' s aid Pawnee, s milthe s courge of the S o uthwe s t, with their hand s not only ing, "for fear he may kick o ut o f that harn e s s and try uplifted again s t the w hite men, but against all other Into give leg bail. I'm betting he can be so mething of a dians. For that reason the Maricopa hated them, and in runner, get him started." s laying and stripping th e Apache medicine man he had Buffalo Bill began by a s king him if he had a hor s e he felt, ample jus tification. near, though it s eemed unlikel y The questi o n ea s y B uffalo B ill went on with his "finger practice," Paw to ask. The jerked a finger at th e M a ric o pa, to nee Bill looking on with great intere s t . indicate that he wa s referred t o ; th e n he s traddl e d two "That's right," Pawnee commented. "Tell him he mu s t finger s of his right hand over th e firs t finger of hi_ s left, take u s straight to the body o f the medi c ine m a n. That to indicate a man s itting a s tride a h o rse, and made a ought to put u s a he a p close up t o the Apa c he Kid. M y forward galloping motion with them through the air. gue s s i s the medicine man hadn't s trayed far from their The Maricopa s hook his head. hide-out, and that we're now in a fair way to locate it; The s cout bun c hed the finger s of b o th hand s into the he pro bably wandered out s omewhere to ma .ke medi s h a pe o f l o dge poles, and the Maricop a understood it to cine and consult the Apache oracles, and l'erhap s s pell out m ean: "Where is y o ur village ,. or tepee?" witchery that would circumvent us. I've s een m e di c ine With a swing of his head he indicat e d the south; then m e n go into trances, when, judging by the look s they he laid his head on hi s palm, clos ed hi s eye s and opened knew 110 more than a man a s leep, though afterward the y them, and repeated it again. claimed they ha<:l. been with the spirits. Your pe o ple are two sleeps to the south,'' said the Mebbe we 'll never know, necarnis, what the truth of scout. the matter is, but I' cl. Chick-Chick again s t th e You s eem to have straggled some distance from your meane s t Indian pony that ever trampled grass -that thi s vine and fig tre e," c o mm e nte d Paw nee. "And, of cour se, cowardly Maricopa sneaked on' the medicine man wh e n that rnean s you w er e out to s \eal something; which he was in a pt llke that, and then ran his knife into him means, further, y o u had know ledge of something to That would have been dead eas y for him, and a Mari s teal." copa i s jus t naturally too cowardly for a straight, stand-up The scout p o int e d t o the Maricopa, and made the In-fight.'1 dian thief sign-us ually applied am o ng the Indians as a When, by threat s,, Buffalo Bill had got the Maricopa thing of h011or; for an Indian c on s ider s s tealing, from into a sub s ervient state of mind they s et him on hi s f e et, an enemy or anoth e r trib e a praiseworthy thing. and with the riata hampering his legs, so that he would Something like a s mile cra c k e d a c ross the brown face, not try to \ run away, they made Him take them to the and the Maricopa jerke d hi s h e ad toward the bundle. dead medicine man Buffalo Bill s tepped over and picked it up. When he Two hour s were consumed, after they hit the hill s,_ in shook the blanket operi a curi o u s assortment rolled out a scramble over stone and lava and acro s s crevice s an d -an Apache blanket, headband, knife and hat c het, eagle fis sure s ; at the end of which time they came to a s m all f ea th er, box of paint, curiou sly beaded mocca s in s and leggrove of scrubby pines set at the rim of a great ga s h. gings, together with a robe of wolf s kin dyed in a highly Thi s ga s h widen e d away before them into a w ide d e fancifui: pattern, the head of the wolf attached to it, with pres s ion, like the bottom of some dead and waterfe s s grinning teeth exhibited, and glas s eyes s hining. Irt addicafion. The farther di s tances were swallowed .up in a tion, there was a wea s el-skin medicine bag heavily scented, blue haze, through which peaks s;wam and white butte s and a gourd Tattle. Glued to the weasel skin were a lifte d their wide, flat areas. n umb e r of balls made of horse hair. In the grove fay the medicine man, dead and s tripp ed. "Wow!'' Pawnee gulped when he beheld the odd a s The knife of the Mari c opa had b e en driven info hi s b ack sortment. "The villain has robbed a medicine and he had fallen forward on hi s face, and appa ie11t l y h ad

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THE BUFF A LO BILL STORIES. 19 died without a s truggl e Bes i de him w a s his t r i pod o f peeled cottonwood po l es, wh e reon h e h a d h o i s te d hi s medic ine ba g of wease l -s kin and h o rsehair f eti c h es. N o doubt h e h ad bee n prostra ting h i m se lf bf o re i t w hen the murderous b l ow was gi ve n a n d i f th e pros tration had been l o ng continue d h e h a d p ro b ably se lf-hypnotized him s elf into a tranc e The trail o f his mocc a s in s c ame up from the rim of th e ga s h, and the m a rk s w er e to be s e e n farth e r d_ow n, o n a so ap s tone cla y w et by a tri c kle of water. That trickle of w ater which had oozed from the rocks wa s a hint that in thi s region water was to be / found, indicating that perhap s beyond the blue haze lay a watered valley. W hile Pawnee Bill guarded the Maricopa, Buffalo Bill stud ied the configuration of the ga s h and the swimming depth s far below. "The. Apache s are in there," he declared confidently. Paw n e e Bill, alre a dy s ure of that, had been doing some thinking, a continuation of a good deal of thinking' done on the way. "Pard C od y," he said, "there are certain thing s here we can s urely bank on Whe n the medicine man came up to thi s g ro ve to c o n s ult the s pirit s the Apaches knew wh e re he w a s g o ing, and hi s purpo se; but they didn't know h o w long he would be gone for he didn t know that him s elf ; that would depend on his succes s in com.,. municating with the spirits. If he was in a state of mind to pop into a trance without much effort or delay, he would get hi s answer and go right back; otherwise, he might have to fa s t a while, and that might take days . "But while he wa s up here with his medicine bag, and rattle, and fetiche s no Apache would disturb him or come near him, if he tarried on hi s job for a for that w ould be to di s turb and anger the spirits, which would be Apache bad medicine. Gf cour s e, they knew we wpuld follow, and perhaps some of their scouts may have seen u s ; and it's a safe throw of the guess lariat that his con juring concerned us. He expected to work witchcraft against us If one of us fell from a horse and broke a leg after that, the Apaches would believe that the spirits shoved our man out of the saddle; and if one of us fell sick, they would know that the s ick man had swallowed a wolf demon at the la s t water hole, and it was inside of him, eating at hi s vitals. Apache medicine is great stuff, Cody." He looked at t\le crouching Maricopa. "So I suppose we ought to thank our red friend here for putting the kibosh on the medicine man and saving us from all that. But it wasn't really what I was trying to get round to. Here is the conjuroT's toggery-the com plete la y out. And I think, Pard Bill, that I'm the boy to make good use of it." "How?" I 'll play San Carlos Apache medicine man,' and so get n ext." The y talked it over, in view of their s uppo s ed discov ery o f the kid's hiding pl ace. In the end th e y decided that it might be worth th e risk. Removing the lariat fro111 the leg s of the Maricopa, they sent him away without his loot, but with a silver handled pocketknife, which so delight e d him that he danced as he departed. They had k e pt the medicin e man 's"'l:ogge ry for the u s e of Pawnee Bill. "Now we've got to get our force together," said the scout; "and keep out of s ight o f the Apaches." CHAPTER VIII. IN THE HIDDEN VALLEY The place would have been a cattleman's paradi se. Dropping down from the hills, s pring s trickled their water by many-fingered rivulets, and when it sank into the soil the same water furnished a subirrigation which made the valley grass lush and green. At the farther end of the valley, which was probably five miles long and a mile wide at the point of its greate s t width, the San Carlos and White Mountain followers of the Kid had erected their lodges, of slim, bare, cottonwood poles covered with bits of canvas and dirty blankets. Set apart from the others and elevated conspicuously on a rocky shelf, stood the lodge j>f the medicine man. Before it was a pole tripod, supporting his feathered pipe of sacred pipestone, his buffalo-hide s hield, his tobacco bag of deerskin, and a cluster of horsehair fetiches. Within the lodges, and heaped before them, were piles of' goods taken from the burned wagons of Jim Fisher. A barrel of flour, broken open, had spilled some of its contents, and the grass there seemed blanketed with snow. Near the flour barrel was a pile of empty cans, that had held peaches, apricots, and other fruits. The ground reeked with fruit juice, where it had spilled when the reckless redskins had slashed cans open with hatchets to get at their contents. One of the lodges had no loot in front of it, but a man sat there-a white man in rags and tatters, and with an air of depression and weariness. The man was Stuttering Tom, and to his right leg was fastened a bridle chain, the other end of which passed through a hole in a heavy stone. His leg was chafed into a sore by the wear of the chain, and the weariness of carry ing the stone about wherever he mov e d combined w ith the tasks daily laid on by his merciless captors, had made him pray for death.

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20 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. As he sat looking about, a half-breed Indian girl came out of one of the lodges, followed immediately by a San Carlos brave. Shrinking. from his outstretched hand, she wheeled on him fiercely, snarling like a dog. Then she lashed him with Tonto invectives, which made him roar. Stuttering Tom had been in the Southwest all his life, and had picked up a few words of many of the lndian languages there; so he understood, to an extent, what the girl said, and what the San Carlos flung back at her when she excori<1.ted him. One of the San Carlos friends of the young brave called him a soft warrior. But it was too late. The Apache Kid came jumping down the hillside on the right. The offending San Carlos shrank when he saw him, then straightened with an air of defiance. "So it's comin'," thought the white prisoner, aroused to interest. "Well, on a showdown, I'm bettin' on the Kid. Still, thet'other is some of Jl warrior, in his own opinion, and don't reckon to gs:> round askin' the Kiel, or anybody." The half-breed girl had flashed into one of the lodges, out of sight, scudding like a boat before a hurricane. The Kid stopped before the warrior, then, folding his arms, eyed him steadily. It was a particularly malignant and offensive stare, for the Kid's left eye drooped and turned inward, and the right optic, shiny as a black button, did all the work, and had the boring power of a small caliber rifle. "Floating Feather is a chief-a chief of the San Car los," said the warrior, angered to defiance, "and he takes orders from no White Mountain Indian, even though the White Mountain has been trimmed by the white man's schools until he thinks he has the shape of a white man." A murmur arose, and faces began to darken the lodge openings. A Cloud of rage swept over the face of the terrible Kid, and his hand dropped to his knife; yet he knew he dared not use it. "What did th warrior say to the girl?" he demanded. "Floating Feather is a chief, not a wa rior," was the scornful reply. "What did Floating Feather, the San Carlos chief, say to the girl?" said the Apache Kid, though the change of the words was of itself something of a surrender. "The Tonto is good to look upon," admitted the San Carlos; "that is what Floating Feather said to her. He has a right to speak his mind." "But she has been chosen by me, Running Wind; she is to warm mj lodge, and I have spoken to the medicine man. Floating Feather knows this. So I tell him to beware." The murmurs of the San Carlos warriors pushing out of the lodges behind him emboldened the young chief. The of the Apache Kid, whose Indian name was Running Wind, twisted into the visage of a fiend, and again his h
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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 21 himself and Floating Feather to the hand of the half bre e d Tonto girl were submitted to him for settlement. Would not the medicine man, who was a San Carlos, in cline to the side of the young San Carlos chief, even though he had already promised. the Kid his influence and aid? Throughout the wordy combat Stuttering Tom had sat quietly before the door of his little lodge, a deeply inter ested spectator. "That's good enough," he thought, as he saw the Kid swing away and walk down the valley, and the San Carlos chief enter one of the lodges of his followers. "When two dogs git to fighting over a bone, ginerally neither one gits it. The final result here, I reckon, will be a split between the San Carlos and the White Mountains. Whether that will help me or not I don't know. But what they said makes me wonder if they know that pony soldiers aire pikin' this way." The Apache Kid had apparently departed in the direc tion of the grove to which the medicine man had gone, but Stuttering Tom knew the Kid would not go there, for an invasion of the grove while the medicine man was in it would be a sacrilege the sorcerer would not forgive, and would be, besides, very bad medicine, and result in all sorts of unhappy things for the Apaches. When the sun was still an hour high the half-breed Tonto girl came out of her lodge, and down to the rivulet which flowed at the feet of the white man, who had been sitting there in the sun all the afternoon. Floating Feather was nursing his grouch in his lodge, if he had not slipped out at the rear and gone off some where, the stutterer knew. So he deemed it safe to speak to the girl, who had knelt on a flat stone, and had begun to wash a blanket in the crystal wa:ter. He had spoken to her there before, when she performed such tasks. Like him, she was the slave and servant of all the Indians there, and this blanket washing, though they cared little enough for cleanliness, was one of the things she had to do. It was because they were bound in a common slavery that they had drawn together, and when opportunity offered had talked together, so far as their language limitations permitted. "The white man saw the quarrel," said the girl, looking into the water. "When the fight comes between the San Carlos and the White Mountains, the white man will be killed, and I will be carried away by the victors." It is not pretended that the half-breed spoke exactly these words in clear English\ She used Tonto words and Engli s h words so changed they were hard to recognize as such, and Indian signs, moving her hands in the sign language above the blanket as she dropped it back into the water. Studying her attitude and gestures, and getting such w ords a s he c ould, Tom Kennedy caught her meaning fairly well. When he replied he used English, and the few Tonto word s he knew, and eked out the deficiency with signs, though he was no master of that branch of Indian learn ing. Still, they got on fairly well. The girl declared her belief that no hope of help could be expected. The white men in pursuit, spoken of by the s tutterer on previous occasions, she had Slllall faith in; and in the pony soldiers she had none. There was a young Indian, she said, witp Pa-e-has-ka's party, with whom she was acquainted, and if he could get. near he might accomplish something. But the white man re membered the trail which had brought them there; how it had crossed leagues of lava, and other leagues of shift ing sand. Not even an could follow it, to say nothing bf a white man; so she did not expect aid even from the young Piute who was with Pa-e-has-ka's party, and was her friend. And now this trouble had come, She was the captive of the Apache Kid. He had made her his slave, and was soon to make her his wife; that he had told her. And Floating Feather had begun to1show her attentions. She did not care for that-she was willing they should fight it out, and if both were killed her eyes would not turn to fountains of weeping; instead, she would rejoice. But the prospect of being the lifelong slave of either was appalling. So she had a plan, and as she dipped and rinsed at the blanket she tried to unfold it for the white man's consid eration, because she needed his help. \ There would be a fight soon between Floating Feather and Running Wind. When it came the San Carlos would back their chief, and the White Mountains could be ex pected to support their leader. Though outnumbered, the White Mountains ha4 the Apache Kid, and he alone was worth a dozen ordinary Indians, so the result of that con flict when it came could not be forecasted. Perhaps, in spite of his many foes, the Kid would win. But while that fight was in progress would come the opportunity for the prisoners. The girl would snatch up rifles and cartridge belts, knives, and a bundle of food, with a bottle of water. With them she would get into the hills behind the lodges. As the white man was burdened with the great stone which all the while he was forced to carry, he could not be expected to bring away arms and food; she would bring enough for both. Out in the hills, if the plan succeeded, they would beat to pieces the stone which was tied to his leg; then they would hide, if the time was day, and wait for the night; if the time was night, they would shape a course by the stars. They would travel far and fast, and before morning they would be so far on their way that they could not be overtaken. Besides, the Apaches would be afraid to

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22 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. pursue far, lest they should run tnto the pony soldiers, or into Pa-e-has-ka's party. With broken words, and with signs, the girl outlined this as briefly as she could, while she scrubbed and dipped the blanket. A part of the time she seemed to be singing, or croon ing, even then she was speaking for the white man's benefit. Kennedy was sparing in what he said, but he let her know that he comprehendeq, and was ready for any attempt thl\t promised the least chance olescape. In truth, hi position had made him desperate. CHAPTER IX. PAWNEE BILL'S DISGUISE. The deft fingers of Little Cayuse mixed the pigments, taken from the paint box of the dead medicine man, and applied them skillfully to the face and hands of Pawnee Bill. He had the face of the dead medicine man before him from which to copy the lines and the colori.ng. One of the sorcerer's facial adornments had been a broad stripe of white across the bridge of his nose, joined to upward twists of green, which began where the white line ended and spread out in fan shapes over the cheek bones. On the conjurer's hands were triangles of white bordered with green, each triangle with a yellow dot in its center. "You're some han'some ter look at," said Nomad, com menting as the paint was applied. "Meei up with a on suspectin' traveler anywhar, an' ye'd plumb skeer him out of a y'ar's growth; I'm gittin' ther shivers myself, jest standin' hyar." "The beauty of the undersigned, when Little Cayuse gets through," responded Pawnee, "will be something to talk about, I know; but right now, while we're getting ready, I'd rather talk about our plans. Are you sure you've got those Indian caballos located where you can put your hands on them, no matter how dark it is?" "Right down te.r ther of a gnat's heel, we ha s ," Nomad boastyd. Me an' Little Cayu s e didn't crawl on our bellies the endurin' afternoon fer nothin'. As I told Buffier, et's ther cut':'st h a le ye ever s aw fer a corral; a natcheral corral et is, backed into ther rock wall, with a stone fence hoss-high slung acrost ther front of et, whar et opens inter ther valley. Right in ther middle of the fence is a gate, er a hole, with long poles set in and twistificated acrost et fer bars. Ther caballos cain't git out, an' et would trouble wolves ter git in." "I should think, too," said Pawnee Bill, "it would trouble a man, at night." "Ef he hadn't figgered et all out beforehand, he couldn't do et. Eut we has et figgered out. Thar's a sort of keypole, as ye may say, holdin' all ther poles tergether; break thet, er cut et, and the thing would tumble. "When you begin ter sl?m away on ther medicine drum up thar in ther village, I'm goin' to give Little Cayuse a h ist thet will sling him over inter ther corral, and then I'll hack away ther key-pole, while he's gittin' behind the ponies. "$oon as the contraption of poles goes down, ther Piute is goin' ter deliver hisself of some Piute or Tonto war whoops thet he has been savin' fer ther 'casion, and he'll wave his blanket, and maybe shoot off his pistols. Jest then I'll jine in ther ruction. An' ef them Apache ponies don't go out er thet corral like bullets out of a shotgun this hyar ol' horned toad is guessin' fer a wrong jump." "Ai," said Little Cayuse, who had been working away in silence. "Ther rest of ye," said Nomad, who liked to hear himself talk, "will be engagin' in high jinks, down among ther tepees. You'll be in ther medicine lodge slammin' et ter ther drum-ef ye gits thar; an' Cody an' the others, after makin' a snoop round, will be ready ter jump inter ther scrimmage soon's they think ther time has come. "When the Apaches hears ther yellin 'an' shootin' an' 'specially when they knows their caballos has been stam peded, et ought to throw a fright into 'em that's wicked. Yit I has seen plans as cute as this b'usted inter a hun dred pieces before they war fair started. "Buffier is goin' ter git ther Kid this time-so he plans. An' gin'rally he does whatever he plans." Little Cayuse held up the tiny looking-glass that had been with the belongings of the medicine man, and Paw nee Bill took a look at h}mself in the fast-fading light "I'm a fright," he said humorously. "Well ye shore ain't no beauty," Nomad grunted. "Hold up thet swingin' wolf paw acrost yer f'ace, ter hide thet mustache, and you'll do. Ef you're goin' ter play show actor an' Injun detective very much, ye'd ort ter shave thet off." Little Cayuse regarded his work with deep satisfaction. "Mucho fine," he said. "Pawnee all same big medi cine man now. Ugh!" But he was not satisfied until he had brought out of his war bag the dried hoof of a qustang, which he regarded as a charm beyond all others for merit. "Make um Pawnee heap more safe," he explained. Rapidly he rubbed the hoof ov e r the shoulders, arms and bo d y of the disguised scout. Pawnee Bill remained silent, and permitted it. "Mucho fine medicine hoof," said the Piute. "Bullet no can git um, knife no can git um, other thing no can g i t um now. How Pawnee like?" "Great." "Make mucho strong, eh?"

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. .J "I feel like Samson, and Hercules, and John L. Sulli van rolled into one; I could fight a tribe of wild cats with my eyes shut and both hands tied behind my back." "Pawnee heap brave," said the Piute gravely. Then he stood back and surveyed his work. What he saw was a counterpart of the medicine man, as he had appeared in life. Pawnee Bill wore the medi cine man's clothing, his headband, eagle feather, moc casins, and blanket. On top of his he<\d was the head of the wolf, forming a cap; round his neck the forelegs of the wolf were drawn, like the ends of a comforter, and pinned thei;e with a thorn skewer. The wolfskin had been stretched at the neck, and this was drawn down, concealing the sides of the face. When the blanket was held up, the mustache was concealed; so that all that re mained visible was the stripe of white paint, with a little of the green, and the shining eyes that looked out under the cap. Casting the wolf robe from his shoulders, when satis fied that his make-up would pass inspection, when favored by darkness, Pawnee Bill sat down with Nomad and Little Cayuse to await the coming of the other members of the party, who had gone ottt to survey the valley from that point as well as they could. They returned soon-Buffalo Bill, the baron, and the Tonto warrior'. "l haf valked mein feedt off, clhis afdernoon, to git me py clhis blace in," the baron grumbled; "unt now I atn to valk clhem off dwo dimes, to gidt me roundt py der hint s ide oof der Inchuns. Budt idt iss all righdt. Oaf idt vill hellup dot Sduttering Tom, unt he i ss alife yiclt, I am habby to do idt." "Ye cain't never," said Nomad, "fergit ther time he helped you." "Idt iss cler troot'," the baron admitted. They had their supper there, a meal limited to strict neces s ities, for they had nothing else; then they sat and talked, while the darkness thi c kened round them . At eight o'clock Buffalo Bill started off with all the party except Pawnee Bill, who remained behind smokin g cigars and ruminating on the desperate chances he had selected. Nomad and the Piute were to be dropped off at the rocky spot they called the corral, and th ere they were to creep down, and be ready when Pawnee's signal sounded. From time to time Pawnee looked at his watch, striking a match under cover of his Stetson to do so. But when he was ready to start, an hour after the departure of the others, he left the watch, the Stetson, and everything but a revolver, a knife, and the Indian clothing he wore, in a hiding place previously chosen. Stars were shining when the s cout swung clown o ver the rim of the valley, planted hi s mocca s ins on the s lippery path, and began to make his way silently down ward. The s tudy he had given the place during the afternoon came into play now; so that in spite of the darkness and the difficulties he made progress. It required two hours of good walking clown the val ley, through the night; to bring him in sight of the one fire displayed by the Apaches. From the rim of the valley this fire could not be seen; and as it was fed with dried roots of mesquite, no smoke ascended from it as a signal to foes. Within a hundred yards of the small fire Pawnee Bill stopped and ran his eyes over the lodges which it revealed. He readily picked out the lodge f)f the medicine man, by it s s ize and by the articles on the tripod of poles in front of it. Creeping still farther in, he waited half an hour, to make su re that his friends would be in their selected posi tions, and during that time he accustomed his eyes to the dim light, and looked the lodges over thoroughly. "The one on the right is the lodge of a chief," he con cluded, "for there is his shield at the entrance. The medicine lodge is dead ahead. Off there is a lodge by itself; perhaps a prison lodge, though it ought to be closer in, to be watched easily. If I wasn't afraid of being seen doing the crawling act I'd investigate that lodge; but it wouldn't do for the medicine man to be caught at such folly; the Indians would think he had lost his mind." Finally the brave fellow rose up boldly, and stepped to ward the lodges. \i\Then within a dozen steps he stopped, drew up the medicine rattle sw inging at his side, and s hook it. The sound produced was like that of beans clat tering round in a dried gourd. The lodges responded by vomiting forth a dozen staring brave s Arnong them was Floating Feather, at the lodge entrance where Pawnee had noted the shield of a chief. Dropping the rattle, the pseudo medicine man caught up his weasel-skin medicine bag, which he held before him as he advanced. He had chosen to make his role as little difficult as he c ould; so he did not speak as he passed by the warriors, nor did he look at them; but he weaved his body heavily, feigning weakness, to show that his seance with the spirits had been a trying one, and he was nearly exhausted. The s taring braves grunted sympathetically, and drew back with respe ct as he passed along on his way to th e big lodge he had picked out as the one to enter. Before the high tripod there he stopped, and held up the medicine bag; then he took down the shield, the pipe stone pipe, and the other things, and carried them within. The medicine man had returned, and was at home. The Indians did not follow to the entrance of the lodge, but congregated not far off. He heard them talking ex citedly, m the intervals when he was not rattling the gourd.

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES Fortunately for Paw n ee's' p l a n s a nd safe ty, th o u g h a medicine man does certain well-know n thing s h e can at times be as eccentric as he likes. So wh e n he took fro m the medicine pouch which hung on the lodge wall a bro wn, powdery substance, which he recognized as the fuel for a kind of incense, and, putting it in a copper tray he found, stuck a lighted match to it, he did not fear angry criticism or The smoke rose up in r thick folds, with a pungent and aromatic odor. When f t had filled the lodge with an obscuring haze which he counted on to a id him, Pawnee Bill stepped to the door, where he stood weaving iii pre tended faintness. He saw that the Apache Kid had joined the Indians outside. He saw another thing, which he was quick to note and turn to account. The young chief he had before observed flung a wicked and vengeful look at the Apache Ktd. "Bad blood here," concluded Pawnee. "And both are chiefs. Perhaps they have been di s puting as to which has the greater authority, for there can't be two in c o m mand in a place like this. Wefl, I'd bet on the Kid win ning out." Then the thought flashed on him that it was more likely they had been quarreling o er the half-breed Tonto g i rl. "Yes, that's it," he muttered Jealou s y i s the root of all evil, when it i sn't the love of money. Here are t w o Indians who probably both want the s ame woman. I wonder how I can use that-if it is a fact?" For a full minute h e sto o d looking out at the Indians. In that brief time though, he had made up hi s mind. "You!" he said, u s ing the San Carlo s dialect for th e dead medicine man had been a San Carlo s Apache. And he indicated both the Kid and the young chi ef. back, he motioned to them to enter the medi cine )odge. They hesitated, becau s e it wa s an uncanny place, but they obeyed, and left the other Indians muttering behin d Entering into the thick smoke from the stuff th a t burned on the brass tray, the rival redskins dropped down on the roll of skins which the pretended medicine man indicated to them. He sat down on another, facing them where the thick smoke helped to obscure him. Then he began: in a mumbling voice, slurring hi s word s a s a further disguise, as he told them the s pirit s had been angry, and had given him so hard a time that his strength was gone, and he could hardly talk. "It was about the prisoners he mumbled. "I have been gone long. Tell me about the pri s oners, so that I may know if I understood the s pirits aright. Sometime s it is hard to i1nderstand the s pirit s ; then it wears me out, as now." The Apache Kid stared anclr was silent. But Floating Feath e r beg a n t o a nswe r T he prisoners were all right, he s ai d ; b o th the w hit e m a n and th e Tont o m aiden. "B ut was there trou b le? a s k ed the fa l se m e di c i ne m an, information. Flo ating Feather glanced at the Apach e Ki d . The painted face of the medicine man, h alf conce a l ed by the wolf s kin, turned toward the Kid. "There was trouble," S(lid the Kid, u s ing the San C a r los "But I did not begin it." "The spirits said there was trouble, and b e cause of it I had little s ucce ss. What was it about?" I did n o t begin it," the Kid declared again. "It wa s about the Tonto," confe ss ed Flo ating Feath e r. P a wnee B ill b e gan to fe e l s ure ground under hi s f ee t. "It w as not about the white man?" ; "No," said Floating Feather. "This is the will of the s pirits, but it puzzled me; n ow I can under s tand why th e y were angry, and would o f t e n n o t s p eak to m e ev en when I pray e d longe s t. They are offe nded becau s e the w hit e m a n and the Tonto are h ere in our mid s t." H e made pass es with the medicine bag to ward off th e e vil effect s of th e anger of the offended spirits,. and s h oo k the rattle for the s ame purpo se. To-m o rrow," he mumbled, swaying with apparent w e akne ss a s if he c o uld hardly hold himself in a s itting po s iti o n the lodge s of the prisoners mu s t be taken out o f th e mids t of the other s and planted a far off. It woul d b e well if the pri s oners were freed, but perhaps the spiri t s will n o t d e mand that. But to-night the pri s oners them sel ves inu s t be taken out, bound, and placed on the s loping g ro und beyond; a hundred yards away." ,,. He had pa ss ed over that s loping ground. "Was there a me ss ag e of the pony s oldier s and o f th e n1en w ho foll o w Pae -ha s -ka ? a s ked Floating Feather. I saw th e pony s oldi e r s dimly and Pa-e-has -ka not at all. P a-eha s -ka will be bewildered and led a stray by the sp irit s and the pony soldier s will not come near if the will o f the spirit s i s obeyed." He sw ung th e medicine bag and again shook the rattle A nd as th e p owde r wa s failing in the bras s tray, h e p oure d in more, and thickened th e s moke. "Now I mu s t be left for a w hile," he s aid. "Again I c o n s ult the s pirit s and s hall tell them that the pri so n e r s will be taken from the lodges. It w ill be d o ne? Fl o ating Feather ans w ered that it w ould be d o ne at on ce. The A pache Kid was s ilent. T he pseudo medicine man waved to them to depart and th e y aro s e and w ent out of the Li s tening and wat<:ping while he pret e nded tQ be c o n s ulting the s pirit s Pawnee Bill heard hi s in struc t ions b e ing ca rried out. The girl went si lently, without pro te s t, and he s aw her a s s h e pa s sed the fire, led b y a war-

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. rior. A moment later Stuttering Tom passed along the same way, carrying the stone clog in his bands. Pawnee Bill began to wa lk slow l y round and round in _the hazy smoke. At intervals he thump ed the rattle and shook the medicine bag. By and by, as if his spirits had been ro'used, he caught from the wall the medicine man's drum, made of a gourd over which sheepskin had been st retched It had shells and brass pieces fastened round the sides, and was to be struck wit h the fingers and s haken like a tambourine. Dancing solemnly in the blue haze, Pawnee Bill began to beat the drum. CHAPTER X. THE ATTACK OF THE APACHE KID. An Indian yell of rage broke in on the drum beating, and a painted figure that had darkened the entrance came leaping with w ild-cat jumps upon the pretended medicine man. It was the Apache Kid. Keener of understanding, more penetr atin g of eye, and with a finer sense of hearing than any of his Apache fol lowers, the Kid had not been sat i sfied with the appear ance of the medicine man. He had left the medicine l odge puzzled. At first he had been filled with an Indian's superstitious wonder, at the effect the anger of the spirits on the San Carlos sor cerer, and had been ready to accept the apparent weakness and the mumbled words as the outward manifestations of the sev erity of the inward struggle. But a s he sat, watchin g and listenin g speakin g little himself, his wonder passed into suspicion. But he thought if the medicine man was being impersonated, the impersonator w as an Indian. The consequences of a mistake were so terrible to con template that he withheld any expression of his gro win g distrust, for not only wou ld the medicine man have been angered beyond all bounds, but the spirits would also have been angered. Troll.bled by his suspicions, the Apache Kid, de parting from the l odge, came back to it, and stood jus t w.ithout the entrance, where he could look through the haze and behold the pretended wonder-worker. It may be that Pawnee, feeling himself to be alone, dropped some of his caution; at any rate, the keen-eyed watcher decided that the walk of the wolf-robed figure was not the wa lk of'a San Carlos Then he came to the conclusion that the walk was un doubtedly that of a white man Generations of tiptoeing, stealthy hunters had bred a race that tiptoes with toes turned inward, the foot being p lac ed on the ground softly in a manner quite distinct from the straightforwar d, al most stamping tread of the white man. From the feet the Apache Kid turned to the arms that swung the medicine rattle; then he studied the shoulders and the set of the body. He had known the San Carlos sorcerer reasonably well. It seemed to him that the man in the wo lf robe, shaking the medicine rattle and poking at the air with the fetiched medicine bag, had stronger arms and thicker shou lder s than the San Carlos. Then the .truth flashed on him like a beam of sunlight 1 shot from behind dark cloud, and he knew that the dancer he watched was none other than Pawnee Bill, whom he had seen and studied. If his flaming rage had not got the better of his dis cretion the Apache Kid have accomplished some thing now worth his while; he might have communicated his discovery to hi s Apache followers, and through a con certed attack made sure of the death of his great foe. Instead, the animal-like instinct of furious rage made him dash into the lodge with lifted hatchet and Indian yell, and rush upon the pretended medicine man, with the intention of braining him. But, quick as he was, the Apache Kid was not quick enough to catch Bill napping. The Kid shot his hatchet at Pawnee's head as the scout turned, but a swing of the head avoided it, and the weapon went through the lodge sk in behind. A knife leaped into the Kid's hand as the hatchet left it, and he spran g s la shing, at the scout's breast. But a sweep of the arm knocked the knife aside, and the next instant the Indian and the whi te man went down on the floor of the medicine lodge, locked together and fighting furiou s ly. The Kid yelled again as he struck the floor, and tried to drive his knife into Paw nee's body The scout turned the knife a s ide, but the point raked sis skin and ripped open the wolf robe and his clothing. With a flirt he turned the Apache, and came rolling up on top; then his muscular hand got in its work on the Kid's throat. But the Kil still struggled furiously, th ough hampered by a wea k arm that had received a l eaden slug in it not more than six weeks before. Thresh ing his leg s aboUV:, he tried to pull the s cout's legs round with them, and turn hin1; but the pressure on his windpipe was weakenin g him. His breathing changed from a wheeze to a gurgle; then suddenly his straining body re laxed into a limp heap. The wolf robe had been pulled from Pawnee's shoul ders in the fierce combat; but he pulled it back and ad justed the headpiece, thu s concealing his hair by the time this was needed. The noise of the fight had reached the Indians squatting and talking by the dead camp fire, and of them had come to the l od ge ope ning, and now looked in.

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. To t lie i r a mazement they saw the supposed medicine man bind in g the Apache Kid. He was using the sor cerer's rope of horsehair, a very sacred thing, which nightly the medicine man drew him in a circle, to guard ag a i nst witchery and evil spirits while he slept That he was binding the Apache Kid with it was very bad medici ne-for the Kid. Fortu n a t e l y, these peering and excited redskins were San Carlos, and friends of the San Carlos sorcerer, who believed he was wise above all men, atid could do no wron g 1 But the White Mountain Apache followers of the Apache Kid, joining the group now , raised a how l of ind ig nat i on One of them swept the lodge skin aside, and would have invaded the sacred place with drawn hatchet, bu t a San Carlos brave caught him and threw him back. Then a fig ht took place at the entrance between the White Mountain and the San Carlos Apaches. P a w n e e Bill stood up, with headpiece adjusted and w o lf robe over his shoulders, flung a look at the uncon scious Kid; then stooped, and, as a precautionary meas ure, r a n a loop of the horsehair rope between the Kid's j aws, a n d fastened it there as a gag. After that he caught up the medicine drum He was breathing heavily, for though brief, the strug gle with the Kid had been of a character to try his strength. He wondered if any others suspected him. Anyway, delays were dangerous. So he struck the drum, pounding it furiously; for this was the time, while confusion reigned, for his friends to put through their several plans. That it might be heard clear l y he stepped to the entrance, where the Indians were clawing at each other and there sent the drumbeats rum bling through the valley and along the hills. A yell broke through the turmoil, penetrating as a bugle note, shrill and wild as the scream of a panther-the war cry of old Nick Nomad. It came from the corral. Fol lowing it a rifle cracked there ; then came more yells, and a sudden thunder and pounding of mafi.y hoofs The corraled ponies were being released from their pen and stampeded. The yells, the report of. the rifle, and the noise of the pony stampede stopped the fighting before the medicine lodge. Isome of the Indians began to run in the direction of the corral; others turned toward the lodge, as if for i n structions from the medicine man He waved the gourd rattle, shook it in their faces, and pointed into the valley. The San Carlos raced away obediently, but the White Mountain Indians remained, st a r i ng sto l idly at him, when they were not l ooking past him throu g h the blue haze at the bound form of their l e a der. P a wnee recognized them as White Mountains by the pecu l iarity of their paint and feathers, as well as by little d i fferences of moccasins and clothing, which distinguished t hem from the San Carlos. So he understood. For a moment he hesitated within the lodge entrance. The stampede was in full swing, but he had heard nothing of the other members of Cody's party. Glancing at the Apache Kid he saw that he was still unconscious. Assured that the Kid would not come out of it for a minute or two, and that for a time afterward he would probably be too bewildered to do much, Pawnee Bill waved bac!r the White Mountain Apaches with the weasel-skin medicine bag, and stepped forth. Before he had taken three steps, the White 1fountain Indians had entered the lodge, disregarding it s s acred character, and had rushed to their prostrate chief. CHAPTER XI. LITTLE CAYUSE DISOBEYS ORDERS. Little Cayuse seldom disobeyed an order. When he did, he fancied he had ample j ustification. In this in stance he disobeyed,' and his fancied was the peri l of the black-eyed Tonto half-breed. He proceeded to the corral with old Nomad, to stam pede the Apache ponies. Then thoughts of the girl whose black eyes had caught his vagrant and temporary affec tion tempted him from the task assigned. Crouching with the old borderman, he listened at the corral gate, for sounds from the lodges and the beat of the medicine drum The summons of Pawnee Bill seemed slow in comit?-g. "Pawnee all same have mucho trouble," said the Piute. "Waugh!" the trapper grumbled. "He ain't got thar pronto, but he's all right iDon't ye worrit about thet, son. When any ombray, red er white, gits ahead o' Pawnee, he's got ter git out o' bed ther day before yisterday. You hear me!" The Piute twisted uneasily, and thought of the girl. Finally he drew the mustang hoof out of his war bag, and began to rub it over his body "What ye
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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. th e girl, in the darkness into which the running Indian ha d disappeared. The Piute pivoted round and shot away in pursuit. Then the scream rose again, and once more he heard the Indian running, but his steps seemed heavy, as if he bore a burden. The situation cleared, in the Piute's mind. The Apaches had discovered that the white men were about to attack, and had scattered; and 1the Apache Kid was carrying off the Tonto. "Little Cayuse just in time," he thought, dropping hand to hatchet as he raced on. He called to the girl, using her name. The pattering moccasins ahead of him stopped. "All same Little Cayuse," he called; he could manage English better than Tonto, so he used it. "Little Cayuse here." He, too, had stopped, and now stood bent forward, listening. He thought he heard a gurgle, as if the girl tried to speak, and a rough hand over her mouth pre vented. The Piute jumped forward like a wild cat. A shout came from a near-by cliff, in the voice of Buffalo Bill, who had reached that point with the baron and the Tonto warrior, and were hurrying to the aid of Paw nee. It stopped the wild rush of the Piute, though it was not meant for him; and perhaps it saved his life, for Floating Feather, the Indian awaiting stealthily in the darkness, was scared by it, and swung round, to run in a new direction. It was Floating Feather, the young San Carlos chief, who in the moment of confusion had rushed to the point where the Tonto girl lay bound and helpless by the side of Stuttering Tom, and, catching her up in his arms, had tried to carry her off. As he turned and da:;hed off in his new course, with the frightened Tonto girl struggling in his arms, she pushed aside his heavy hand and another scream. "Ai!" the Piute yelled, following. "Little Cayuse, him coming pronto !" He reviled the supposed Apache Kid, wasting his breath and his time thereby. hatchet was in his hand, ready for a throw, but though he heard the laboring Apache directly ahead of him, he feared to hurl it lest it should strike the girl. Again Floating Feather stopped; hoping the confusion which now boiled round the Indian lodges would keep the pursuing Piute from noticing it, and he would come on. But the Piute stopped, too. For a full minute the two Indians stood in the dar, kness, separated by less thari ten yards, each staring through the gloom in the direction of the other. Distinctly the Piute heard the heavy breathing which Floating Feather tried in vain to suppress, and heard also the s truggles of the girl trying to free her s elf. But he d id n o t again da s h in. Though torn by anxiety and rage, hi s native cunning and caution had returned. What good wowld it do if he da s hed upon the supposed Apache Kid, and in s o do ing re c eived the Kid's hatchet in his brain? The girl would have no champion then. W hen he heard the Apach e go on stealthily the Piute followed once more. If he kept close an opportunity to s trike with out injuring the girl might come; and, anyway, he knew the Apache could not carry the girl far. Plump as a partridge, she wa.s no lightweight, and her struggles to release herself were exhausting the chief who carried her. But Floating Feather held on for a good half mile, when he turned sharply to the cliffs on his right, where by a rough path the top of the cliffs could be gained. For some minutes he had not heard his pursuer, though he did not imagine he had shaken him off; but he knew that he must rest before attacking the heavy climb. So he placed the girl on the ground. The cords on her hands and feet rendered her helpless. Then he stood by the cliff and waited. But the Piute, Buffalo Bill's crack tracker, was not far off. He was bringing his cunning into play. Though moving as swiftly as the Indian he pursued, for more than ten minutes his advance had been noiseless. And when once more Floating Feather stopped, the Piute did the same. He was lighter than Floating Feather, and more agile, and he had borne no burden ; so he was not in the least winded. But when he bent his head to listen, he did not hear the breathing of the Apache. Floating Feather had sup pressed 'the sound of it, with an effort. But the Tonto girl was alive to the situation. She called out to the Piute, warning him of danger. Floating Feather gripped tighter the handle of his hatchet, but he did not move. "By the rock here," she called in Tonto. "He is waiting for you by the rock." She had an ear pressed to the ground, and listened for sounds of the Piute's advance. In that position she could hear better than the Apache. But for a time she heard nothing. Then a sljding footfall came to her, not far off, faint as the dropping rustle of a leaf. She knew the Piute was creeping upon the young chief. "By the rock," she warned again. "He is by rock!" She thought she saw the Apache stoop toward her, and she expected his knife, for she had done a thing calcu lated to rouse him to fury. Startled, she rolled over, and, finding that the shelf of' rock fell away sharply, she gave her body another whirl. Floating Feather took a step to follow her. Then out of the darkness a lithe form shot at him, and he saw the fl.ash of the Piute's knife as it glinted back the faint star light. The young chief's hatchet swung at the Piute's head, but it overstruck; the keen blade missed, and the haft beat on the Piute's feathered crown. He had only time to beat aside the Piute's knife and clutch at his throat. Down upon the rocks went the two young Indians, fighting like wild cats. Hearing them threshing about, the girl wanted to scream again; but she thought moccasin steps sounded out in the valley, and she lay quiet, trem bling. r For five minutes the furious fighting went on; then one of the dark forms arose. She did not know which of the two men it was, and she trembled. The dimly seen figure stepped toward her. Then a familiar voice whispered her name. "It is Little Cayuse," she said, her words shaking. "Ai." "He is dead?" "Ai. Apache Kid is dead."

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. "It was Floating Feather," she s aid. "Wuh !" gasped the Piute. "It was Floating Feather, the young San Carlos chief, and he was trying to carry me off, so that Ruqning Wind could not have me." "Wuh !" "You understand," she said, still speaking in Tonto, "it was Floating Feather, and he was carrying me off-because he loved me.'' The Tonto girl was a good deal of a coquette, after all. "Wuh I" ejaculated the Piute. Then he went forward and ran his knife through the buckskin cords that held her. "Wuh !" he grunted again, puzzled and ill at ease, as he helped her to her feet. "We go now and find Pa-e has-ka 1" -CHAPTER XII. TOM KENNEDY'S ADVENTURES. Stuttering Tom was having of He had been carried out and placed on the slope beside the helpless Indian girl; and at the time he thought the opportunity for which he had longed had been wafted to him. His hands from the first had not been tied, and it was thought the chain on his leg and the heavy stone to which it was fastened prevented him from getting away. Once, and once only, he had tried to break the stone; and had r e ceived a rap over the head with a lodge pole that had knocked hii;n senseless. And always he had been closely watched. But because of haste or inattention the Apaches had apparently forgotten that his hands were not tied. He could i10t get the chain off his leg, but it occurred to him that he might untie the cords that bound the Tonto girl, and if they got off into the hills she would there help him break the stone, and perhaps they could escape. But before he could accomplish anything the swift events of that memorable evening fl.owed over him. The 1 beating of the medicine drum brought yells and a rifle shot, and a thunder of stampeding ponies, from a point down the valley, .. together with a general confusion. In the midst of it, ancf while he still tugged at the cords on the wrists of the girl, an Indian darted upon them, and, without giving him a glance, caught the girl up in his arms and made off with her. Stuttering Tom fell back in amazed bewilderment. While he gasped his wonderment other Indians rushed by him. He did not know what was happening. And, of course, he had no hint which would lead him to suspect that the medicine man he had seen go into the big lodge was not what he pretended to be. But in this confusion, when the Indian who had snatched up the girl had vanished with her, and Stutter ing Tom seemed himself unnoticed and forgotten, it oc curred to him that he was a fool if he did not try to es cape. So he rose softly, lifted the heavy stone, and hugged it in his arms, and turned toward the hills, recalling a spot which, when he had viewed it in the daytime, he had thought he could scale. But Stuttering Tom was not forgotten. One of the peremptory orders of the Apache Kid was that whenever an attack wa s made on him every prisoner he hel4 must be instantly killed. It was one of the things which made him the Terrible Kid. So when, following the stampede of the ponies, Buffalo Bill's shout sounded on the rim of the near-by cliff, an Apache rushed out with a hatchet, to brain the prisoners. The Tonto girl was gone, of course; and the place which Stuttering Tom had occupied was deserted, though he was not far off. The Apache heard him, as he labored to gain the slope he had selected, and chased after him, with a yell of rage. That was warning enough for the stutterer. Knowing what it probably meant, and knowing, also, that he could not escape by running, he turned at bay, and stood in the darkness, with feet planted as firmly as he could get them, and the stone lifted in his hands. He could not pitch fr far, because of the chain. The next moment the pursuing Apache loomed before him, yelping like a wolf hound, and with hatchet uplifted He saw the white man, launched the hatchet, and followed it with a panther leap. The hatchet went over the head of Stuttering Tom, and the stone shot from his hands and smashed the Apache in the face. It was like the kick of a mule, and the Apache dropped. "Kuk-killed I hope I" gasped the stutterer. The Indian's Roman nose had flattened out like an. African's, and a stream of blood shot from it; but he had not been killed. Dazed, he lifted himself, drew his knife, and tried to stagger to his feet. "YOU w-will have it?" Stuttering Tom roared, and swung the stone again. Missing the Apache, it jerked Stuttering Tom from his feet as it shot on, and the next moment he was on the rock, scrambling to get out of reach of the infuriated redskin. Fortunately for his chances, the Apache had been so seriously hurt that he was a poor antagoni s t. He struck at the prisoner as the latter rolled on the ground, and fell in doing so. Then a happy thought struck the stutterer. He had fallen on the s tone, so, instead of trying to rise, he clutched it to his brea s t, and went rolling downward. The slope was steep, and he whirled like a revolving log. At the bott o m he tried to s top, but his momentum wa s so great that he was shot from the rock clown into the grassy edge of the verdure-clad valley. He had a fury of sound, to which in the past few moments he bad given no attentio .n, though he believed that the Apache camp had been attacked in the darkne ss by Buffalo Bill s pa ty. Right ahead of him, as he s truck the gras s and twi s ted round to stop his flight, he struck .against the legs of a man; the man went down as if catapulted, and Stuttering Tom rolled over him. For a moment after that neither Stuttering Tom nor the man spoke. "Well, I gue s s I kuk-killed him, anyhow," Stuttering Tom breathed at last. "He Jul-lays quiet enough!'.' The silent figure in the grass gave a quick fl.ounce. "Thet you, Tut-Tommy?" "Nomad!" said the other.

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.. THE BUFF.ALO BILL STORIES. 29 "Ther same; wi' a laig broke, an' an arm put out er j'int, an' other damiges various. How'd yer do et?" "Was that you I hit, Nun-Nomad?" "Suthin' hit me like a tun o' stun; and then you spoke; an' as you're in the prezact place whar ther l hing lit, I'm gamblin' et war you. Tell me erbout et; but fust erbout Buffier, and ther rookus in gin'ral. What's happened?" Stuttering Tom climbed carefully to his knees. "I dud-don't know what's happened,'' he confessed. "Ye don't; wi' all this hyar yowlin' 1 an' shootin'? Sounds like a dog-an' -cat fight, with all ther fringes." "Cuc-Cody has attacked the 'Pache camp?" "I bet he has. An' et's time fer me ter git inter ther game with him; so long's you cain't help me, I got ter buffalo along best way I can. But you shore did bu' st me! You've seen a steam injine hit a cow? Waal, thet was me; an' you was the steam ingine ." He began to climb to his feet. Kin I help ye?" he "I reckon you war runnin' away frum ther Paches? The lodges an' ther Jfightin' is right off thar, frum ther sound." "I'm chained to a big stone; but I don't s'pose you can break it; if you cuc-cuc-cuc-cuc--" "Ain't got no time to cuckoo now, Tut-Tommy. You jest hide out, an' while you're thinkin' o' what et war ye wanted ter say, I'll slide on and see ef I ca'in't help Duf fler." He slid on, through the darkness, and Stuttering Tom was left alone again. "I r-r-reckon that is good advice, he said. "I can't dud-do no runnin', with this s tone chained to !lle, an' of course I can't git it off now. Cuc-Cody has attacked, and the Apaches aire skedadd ling. From the shootin', I j judge that s-s-somebody has been killed, too. Hope it's th-the Apaches." Clutching the stone to his bosom, he rolled over and over, until he had put himself beyond what he considered the present danger zone. The awkward locomotion had tire .cl him, and he lay silently in the grass, listening to the sounds. He was near the bottom of the valley, at that point, and had strips of s ky line to look out upon. So he could see the lodges, though not well, and he could see across the path which ran through the middle of the valley. As he stared at the sky line there, with ear laid again s t the ground, he saw something that surprised him. The. Tonto girl came running toward the lodges, her hand in the hand of a young Indian. "Gug-great s-s-snakes," he. whispered. "She is free; but he s-s-seems to be taking her back a prisoner." Then he recognized the young Indian as Little Cayu se, the Piute. A minute later Little Cayuse's war whoop sounded in front of the medicine lodge. CHAPTER XIII. THE CAPTURED KID. The White Mountain Apaches who had ru s hed into the medicine lodge to the relief of the Apache Kid found themsplves hampered by the fact that he was unconscious. They stripped the lariat off his legs and the gag out of his mouth, and carried him outside. In a furious rage against the supposed San Carlos medi cine man, they looked about for him. His drum was sounding on the edge of the cluster of lodges. But their desire to rush upon him was held in check by two things : their fear of him as a medicine man, who might cast mad dening spells on them, and the pony stampede, with the yells and the rifle shot which had preceded and accom panied it. The San Carlos were falling into a state of distraction and fear. Their medicine man had gone crazy; for who ever knew of a San Carlos medicine man leaving his medi c ine lodge and harrimering his drum on the edge of the village, and refusing to speak to them when they ventured to ask a question? Besides, he had inexplicably attacked and overthrown Running Wind, leader of the White Mountains, who lay now as one dead in front of the medi cine lodge. Surely the spirits he so often supplicated had bewitched the medicine man, and he was crazy. But worse things happened, and their confusion deep ened into a panic of fright. (fhe stampede was the work of white men, which meant pony soldiers, or the more dreaded Pa-e-has-ka. Then yells on the very rim of the cliff at one side of the lodge cluster showed that the white men were there also. The white men cam,e leaping down, right into th e ir midst, shooting and screeching. The Tonto girl was screaming in the darkness. And the San Carlos medicine man himself, bewitched beyond all understanding, had stopped the thumping of his drum, and was attacking his own followers. When one of the White Mountain Apaches lifted Run ning Wind, who was still unconsciou s and tried to bear him away, a bullet a white man's rifle dropped the White Mountain before the lodge. Then so me of the San Carlos, who had backed to the lodges, and had begun to s h oo t at the invading white men, began to fall in the same way. The remaining White Mountain Apache by the lodge leaped off and escaped the bullets sent after him. And the San Carlos, deserted by their young chief, Floating Feather, who had vanished my s teriou sly right at the time he was most needed, lost heart and courage, and those not slain broke into wild flight. The fight in the end of the valley was over in a time much shorter than has been occupied in writing about it, and the various incidents connected with it. The Apache Kid came out of his senseless condition too late to take part in it, and found him se lf confronted with la revolver in the hands of the pretended medicine man, who sa t before him, while the baron wound a coil of rope round the Kid's legs and body. "Ach !" the baron was sputtering. "He iss vaking him s elf oop alreadty yedt. He iss no longker inkinscious, so-o petter you look a liddle oudt. Unt here goe& anodder nooses, dhis dime roundt his necks. Yaw! 'I pedt you he iss going to pe hung pefore he dies." "Waugh!" Nomad grunted. "He shore desarves et." The Apache Kid s t ared hard at the painted face of Pawnee Bill, by the light of a new camp fire. "You didn't fool me," he said. "I know you!" "You're a smart boy, Kid," said Pawnee, "but you'd have been a heap smarter if you hadn't tried to organize a plunderbund. You know white men, and you ought to have known that you couldn't keep it up and not get caught at last."

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' 30 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. The Apache Kid's defective eye fluttered scornfully. "I haven't been hanged yet," he said. "And if you hadn't killed the medicine man and s t ole his clothing, and played crooked, I wouldn't even be your prisoner." "That's the way you look at it, eh?" sa id Pawnee. "Well, we didn't kill the medicine man; we found him dead, after he had been killed by a Maricopa; but we used his clothing, and other things. If that gives you any satisfaction, you're welcome to it." The Apache Kid looked at the girl, who had been brought up to the camp nre by Little Cayuse. "Where is the other prisoner ?" he said. He had not yet observed Stuttering Tom, who had been freed of his leg chain and the heavy stone weight. Stuttering Tom attempted to answer for himself, and made a hissing mess of it: "S-s-s-s-s-s--" "The hi.s of a snake becomes you!" the Kid shot at him. Indignation straightened the stutterer's tongue. -"Sitting here, I am, is what I meant to say; and I'll be sitting with friends, in peace, when you're on your way the Yuma penitentiary, or the gallus." "Bah!" sneered the Apa'che Kid. "Save your breath, if you think you can scare me." Later, when offered food, he ate it with apparently as much unconcern as if he did not foresee the probable fate in store for him. And that night he stretched out on the rocks where for a few days he had lorded it, and s,lept as soundly as any one there. And in the days that followed the callousness of the Apache Kid became noted The next morning Buffalo Bill's party struck camp and moved in the direction of the Teton Peaks, taking their prisoner and the Tonto half-breed. They took, al so, as much of the supplies stolen from Jasper 's wagons as they could well carry, and as many of Jasper's stolen ponies as r they could capture. A week afterward they were at Teton Peaks. Less than a week after th'at the Apache Kid, having been given a trial, was on his way to the Yuma penitentiary. The fact that he was an Indian had been urged in his behalf, and had saved him from a hanging. 1 CHAPTER XIV. THE INDIAN JOLLIFICATION. Down on the plains by the Willow Springs, where the Tontos had camped and Little Cayuse had enjoyed their hospitality, rejoicing Indians gathered from far and near. Tontos had come by scores, all mounted and in their finest feathers, though many of them were scouts of the pony soldiers. And t.here were white men besides, dozens of them. The occasion of this gathering was the re storat ion of the Tonto girl to her people, and the capture of the Apache Kid, who had struck at Tontos as well as at the white people he so hated. If there were Indians and white men there by the score, there were ponies by the hundreds. And every Indian owner of a string of ponies was confident that in his string was a caballo that could race the hoofs off any other thaCcould be brought forward. Little Cayuse entered Navi, his beautiful pinto, for the races; and even old Nomad, catching the racing backed o l d Hide -ra ck to capture ribbons, glory, and money. The races la s te? for two days; and t.Rere were so many incidental happenmgs and1 mishaps, favoring some of the animals that seemed to have the lea st chance, that even the baron's old mule, before the racing ended,. wore a big blue ribbon bunched on his paint-brush tail, to testify to the fact that even he had won out. It tickled the baron mightily. "Yaw !" he said, as he waddled round, smoking his German pipe. "Ditn't I saidt it? Vhen he vandts to, dot mool can shake hi s feedt at any caballo vot efer valks." "Thet's et," laughed Nomad. "You' said et; he can, mebbeso, when he wants to, but till now he never has wanted to; an' et was at a walk; you couldn't call thet runnin', baron. Ther caballo what run ag'inst him war plumb locoed." "'Id t iss nit so," the baron protested. "But Hite-rackvot dit he do?" "He won a race, by jupiter." "Y oost so ; I see n it. Budt pefore dot race he i ss run I see n you oudt pehint der s table s, baying feefty tollar s to der Inchun vot iss owning der odder caballo, so dot Hite-rack couldt nodt fail to vin. Ach, Nomad," he s lapped the trapper on the shoulder, "you ar-re joost an old schnide !" Nomad cackled. "So ye seen et, baron, an' I didn't think ye did! W aal, ther critter hed ter have a blue ribbon ter ornament hi s mane, didn't he? I'm bettin' ybu : paid thet other Injun a hundred, before ever you was able ter put yer mule over the line a no s e ahead." But there were other things than racing. For instance, there was much Indian gambling, for to a redskin feasting and hor se racing and the like are vain things compared with gambling. And at the windup there was a feast, with the Tonto girl garlanded and flower-crowned as the queen of it, and Little Cayuse permitted to sit be side her and help himself freely to all the good things brought their way. Nothing passed them. Buffalo Bill was there, at the races and at the fea st, .of course; with Pawnee Bill and Stuttering Tom, as well as Nomad, and the baron And, to add fo their happiness, Wild Bill Hickok rode down from Tucson, where he had 1 arrived the week before, and took part in the general hilariousness. Altogether, that gathering at the Willow Springs was a thing to be long remembered. THE END. "Buffalo Bill at the Copper Barriers; or, Pawnee Bill's Cave of Aladdin," is the story for the next issue, and jt i s one of the most romantic and fascinatingly mysterious tales we have ever given you. The Bills and their pards j ourney into a strange, wild part of old Mexico, and find themselves involved in a series of uncanny adventures, which exceed in mystery all the tales of old Nomad about his famous "whiskizoos," and tax the courage and ingenuity of the scouts severely to find a safe way out of their difficulties. The story will appear in No. 515. week.

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8rLATEST ISSUES:-.. BUFFALO BILL STORIES The most ori g in a l storie s of W estem Buffalo Bill. High art colored covers. '5o6--B uffalo B ill 's C r o w Scou ts ; o r Pawnee adventure. The o n l y weekly containing the adv e ntures of the famous Thirty-two big pages. Price, 5 cents. Bill and th e 511-Bu ffalo Bill s F i ght for the Right; o r, P awnee B ill and the A bs a r ok es. King of the Land Boomers. 507-Buff alo Bill's O piu m Case; o r Sheri ff's F r ame-up. 5o8-Buffalo Bill s Witch craft; or, Az tecs. Pawnee Bill and the 512-Buffalo Bill s Barbecue; or, Bawnee )3ill and the Bumptious Basil. Pawnee Bill and the inake 513-Buffalo Bill and the Red Renegade; or, Pawnee Bill and the Out law of the Hills. 509'-Buffalo B ill s Mo u n tai n Foes; o r P a wnee Bill and t he White Quee n' s Ven g e ance. 510-Buffalo Bill' s B attle C ry; o r Pawnee. B ill a nd t he Indian Stampede. 514-Bu ffalo Bill and the Pache Kid; or, Pawnee Bill's Winning Hand. 5 15-B uffal o Bill at the Coppe r Barriers ; or, Pawnee Bill's Cave of Aladdin. BRAVE AND BOLD WEEKLY All kinds of stories that boys li k e The biggest and best nick el s worth e v e r offered. High art colored eovers. Thirty-two big pages. Price, 5 cents. 4 18-Tre asure by the Ba r rel ; or, The Cherokee Boom. By John L D o u g l as 4 19-The Trolley T r ansfe r Grafters; or, Bowery Billy's Counter f eit Chase. By John R. Conway 420-The S o ns o f the R i s ing Sun ; or, The S ubmari n e and t h e J apa ne s e S pi e s By Stan ley R. Matthews 421-Fire Fam e an d Fortu n e ; or, Ma kin g a Nam e fo r Him self. By J ohn L. D o u g l as. 422-The Mys tery of t he Haun t ed S h ip; or, Bowery Billy in a Div in g Suit. B y John R. C onway !'(23-The Spark of Fri end s hip ; or, T he C ow b oys a nd the Aero p l ane. By Stanley R. Matthews. 424-Th e Black Sheep's Legacy; or, The Rai n b ow Chaser on the Trail. By John L. Douglas. the Spanish P l otte r s i.... or, Bowery Billy in an Inter nat1011al B r o il. By J ohn K Conway. 426--0n High Gear; o r Uncle Tom 's C a bin an d t h e Red Flier. By Stanley R. Matthews. 427-The Young Elect r ician; or, The Croi.Sed Wires at the Miracle Fact ory By J oh n L Douglas. 428-The T heat ri cal Mystery; or, Bowery Billy and the Matinee Idol. By John R. Cpnway_. 429-A Battle fo r th e Right; or, How Fate Threw the Dice. By Stanley R. Matthews. TIP TOP WEEKLY The most p opular publication for boys. The adventur e s of Frank a n d Di c k Merriwell can be had only in \his weekly. High art colored covers Thirty-two pages. Price, 5 cents. . Merriwell's Tact; or, The Tam i n g of G a rth Tennant. 774-Frank Merriwel!' s Daring D eed ; or, The R ace fo r a Hun-768-Fr an k Merriwell's Unknown; or, The Mys t e rio us J ames dred Lives Brown. 775-Fr ank Merriw ell s Succor; o r, T h e Redempt ion of Babe 769-Frank Merri w ell's Acut eness ; o r T he S ea r c h for a Name. Silver 770-F rank Mer r iwell' s You ng C an adian; o r The Victory of 776-Frank Merr iwell's W it; o r, T hwart ing a: Gov ernor. De f eat. 777Frank Me r ri well s L oya lty; or, The L an d o f the Lost 771-Frank Merriwell's C o war d ; o r, T h e Awak e ning o f S am P eop le. Shrubb 778-Fr.ank Merriw ell's B o l d Play ; or, The Checkm a t in g of 772-Frank Merriwell's P e r plex ity; o r, The Mystery of t he Blt1e Felip e Lopez Dia mon d : 779-Frank Merriwell' s Insight; or, T h e Bran d Blo t te r of the M erriwell's Int e r vention; or, T he Horse Thie f of the X Bar S Lazy X. 78o--F r an k Mer ri well's Guile ; or, T he Que en o f t he M a t a dors. For ale by all newaJealera, or will be aent to any aJJre .. on receipt ol price, S cent per copy, in money or poatage atampa, by / STREET & SMITH, Publishers, 79-89 Seventh New York IF You WANT ANY BACK NUMBERS of our Weeklies and cannot procure them from your n ewsdealer, the y can be obtained from this office direct. Fill out the fo ll owing Order Blank and send it to u a with the price of the Weelr.liea you want and we w ill s end them to you by return mail. POSTAGE STAMPS TAKEN THE SAME AS MONEY STREET & SMITH, 79-89 Seventh Aoenue, New York City. . . . . 19. Dear Sin: EncloaeJ pleaae find ,., ... cent for which aenJ me: TiP TOP WEEKLY, Nos ............. BUFFALO BILL STORIES, Nos .............................. .. NICK CARTER WEEKLY, .. BRA VE AND BOLD WEEKLY," DIAMOND DICK WEEKLY, Name .. .Street , Cit7 ........ ., State ..

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BUFFALO Bill STORIES ISSUED EVERY TUESDAY BEAUTIFUL COLORED COVERS There is no need of our telling American readers how interesting the stories of the adventures of Buffalo Bill, as and plainsman, really are. These stories have been read exclusively in this weekly for many years, and are voted to be masterpieces dealing with Western adventure. Buffalo Bill is more popuiar to-day than he ever was, and, consequently, everybody ought to know all there is to know about him. In no manner can you become so thoroughly acquainted with the actual habits and life o f this great man, as by reading the BUFFALO BILL STORIES. We give he r ewith a list of all of the back numbers in p r int. You can have your news-dealer order them or they will be sent direct by the p ublishers to any address upo n r eceipt of the price in m o ney o r p o stage-st:am?s 245-Rutl'alo Rill's Los t Quarry ...... 5 2u0-Bull'alo Blll on a Long Hunt .... ... 5 252-Bufl'alo Bill and ,be R edskin Wizard 5 25:l-Buft'alo Bill' s Bold Cballenge ....... 5 2u4-Buft'alo Bill's Sbawnee Stampe d e ... 5 256-Bufl'alo Bill on a Desert 'frail ...... 5 258-Bulfal o Bill in 'flgbt Quarters ...... 5 267-Butl'alo Bill in tbe Canyon of D eatb. 5 272-Buft'alo Blll' s Dusky rrallers. . . . 5 27:l-Bufl'alo Bill's Diamond Mine ........ 5 274-Butl'alo Bill and tbe Pawnee S erpent 5 275-Butl'alo Blll's Scarle t Hand ........ 5 278-Bull'alo Bill's Daring Plunge ........ 5 283-Butl'nlo Bill Up a Stump. . . . . u 28u-Buft'nlo Bill's Master-stroke ......... 5 287-Butl'alo Bill and tbe Brazos rerror . 5 288-Butl'alo Bill's Dance of D eatb ....... 5 292-Bull'alo Bill's Medicine-lodge ........ 5 293-Buft'alo Bill In Peril. . . . . . . . 5 298-Buft'alo Bill's Black Eagles .......... 5 299-Bull'alo Bill's Desp erate Doz e n ...... 5 30ii-Buffalo Bill and tbe Bari:e Bandits. 5 306-Buft'alo Bill, tbe Desert IIotspur ... 5 :l08-Buft'alo Bill's Wblrlwl.nd Chase. . . 5 309-Buft'alo Bill's Red Retributio n ..... I\ 312-Buft'alo Bill' s D eath Jump .......... 5 314-Buft'alo Bill In the .Jaws of D cntb ... 5 315-Buft'alo Bill's Aztec Runners .. .. 5 !l16-Butl'alo Bill's Dance wltb Deatb .... 5 319-Bufl'alo Bill's Mazeppa Ride ....... :; 321-Butl'alo Bill's Gypsy Band ........ 5 324-Buft'alo Bill's Gold Hunters ........ 5 325-Buft'alo Bill In Old Mexico ......... 5 326-Buft'alo Bill's Message from the Dead 5 327-Buft'alo Bill and the Wolf-master .... 5 328-Butl'alo Biii's Flying Wonder .... 5 329-Buft'alo Blll's Hidden Gold .. , . 5 330-Ruffalo Bill's Outlaw Trail. . .. ,, 5 331-Buft'nlo Bill and tbe Indian Queen. r. 332-Buft'alo Bill and tL" Mad Maraude r .. I\ !l33-Bull'alo Bllls I ce Barricade . . . . 5 334-Bull'alo Bill and t:ie Robber Elk ..... 5 :l:l5-Bull'alo Bill's Ghost Dance ........ 5 3:!6-Buffalo Bill's Peace-pipe ........... 5 337-Buft'alo Rllls R e d Nemesis ......... 5 !l!l8-Bufl'alo Blll's Enchanted Mesa ...... 5 :l:l9-Bull'nlo Bill In the Desert of Den th. 5 340-Buft'alo Bill's Pay Streak ........... 5 R41-Buft'alo Bill on Detachetl. Duty, .... 5 342-Butl'alo Rill's Arm Mysterv ........ 5 343-Bfl'alo Blll's Surprise Party ..... 5 344-Buft'alo Bill's Great Ride ......... 5 345-Bufl'alo Bllls Water Trail .......... 5 346-Butl'alo Bill's Ordeal of Fire ........ 5 348-Bull'alo Bill's Casket of Pearls .... 5 349-Butl'alo Bill's ..iky Pilot .......... 5 350-Bull'alo Bill's "Totem" ....... .... 5 3iil-Bull'alo Bill's Flat-boat Drift ...... 5 352-Butfalo Bill on Deck. . . . . . . 5 35!l-Butfalo Bill and the nronco Buster . I\ 354-Buffalo Bill's Great Round-up ...... 5 31111-Bull'alo Bill's Pledge .......... ,, 5 356-Buffalo Rill's Cowboy Pa rd ....... II 357-Buft'alo Bill and the Emigrants ...... 5 3118-Buft'alo Bill Amoug the Pueblos .. .. 5 31\9-Butl'alo Bill's 7our-footed Pards .... 5 3<10-Buft'alo Bill's Protege. . . . . . 11 :lr ........ 5 412-Ruft'alo Tllll nnrl the Red F eathe r s ... 5 41:l-Ruft'nlo Riffs King Stroke .......... 1\ 414-Ruft'nlo Rill. the Desert Cyclone .... 5 41!"iRnft'nlo Rill's C'umhres Scouts ....... I\ 4111-RufTnlo Rill and the Man-wolf ...... II 417-Ruft'alo Rill nnd His Winge d Pard ... 5 418Bnft'(llo Bill nt Rnbylon Bar ..... 5 41!1Rnft'nlo Rill's Long Arm ........... 5 421-RufTalo Rill's StPPl Arm Pard ..... 5 422-Rufl'nlo Rill's AztPc Gulde ...... 5 42!l-BufTnlo Bill nncl Little FirPHy ....... 5 424-RufTnlo Rill In the Aztt>c City ....... 5 4211-'"Ruft'nlo Rill's Rnlloon Escape. . . . 5 426Ruft'nlo Rill and the Guerrillas ...... 11 427-RufTnlo R>ll's RordPr Wnr ......... 5 428-Rnfl'nlo Bill's 1'frxlcnn Mix-up ...... !I 42fl-BufTnlo Rill anrl tht>

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