Buffalo Bill's Sioux tackle, or, Pawnee Bill's canoe trail

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Buffalo Bill's Sioux tackle, or, Pawnee Bill's canoe trail

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A WEEKLY POBUCATIO VOTED TO BORDER Uff Issued Weekly. Ente red a s Secon d -c las s Matter at tlu N. Y. Post Office, b y STREET & SMITH, 79-89 Seventh Aw., N. Y. Copyri g ht, 1911, by STREET & SMITH. 0 G Sm#h and G. C Smith, P r oprietor s TO BUFFALO BILL STORIES MAIL SUBSCRIBERS. (Potage .Fl'ee.) Sln&l e Coples o r Bac k Numbers li e Each. 3 months ........... ...... ... ..... 65c. O n e year (.... .... .. .. .......... 92.50 4 m on th s .................. ...... 85c. 2 c opi es one year ........ .......... 4 00 6 mo n t h s .. .................. ... $1.25 I co py two years .......... .. .. .. .. 4.00 How to Send Money-By post-omce or express mone y orde r, registered l eUer, bank check or draft. a t our risk. At your own risk It sent by currency, coin or POStage stamps In ordinary l etter. Receipts-Receipt of your remittance ts acknowledge d by proper change ofnumberonyourlabel. If not correct Y )l u have not be e n prop e rly credited. and s h o u l d l e t us know at once No. 536. NEW YORK Augu s t 19, 1911. Ptiu Five Centa. BUFFALO BILL'S SIOUX T ACKLH; OR, 13ill's Ca:ri..oe Trail. -' By the a u thor of "BUFFALO BILL." CHAPTER I. BILL G:ARNER. A white man, who had crawled o ut o f the bu s h in t h e sac r ed gro v e o f the Blackfe e t, sat listening to the e x cited exclamati o ns o f a n egro: W oof! All
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2 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. "Dead eh? Sence when did that happen? Ruff R ey n olds cr o w d d ey wa s h e ah hunt i n fo' it "De Buff'lo Killer Sioux kilt him De y r a i d e d de too. An' he don e c a ptttr ed Ruff R e ynolds men, a n cabin down dah, tuk mos' o' de whisky we had cached, wh i pped off de Injuns--" an' knocked ol' Mawgan on de haid wid a hatchet. Reds mixe d up in it t oo ? Um-um! dem was bad times." Twas a pow ful mi x -up. Dah wa s Black f eet "You seem to 'a' lived through it." hyuh, as well a s Si o u x ; an' I had tub hide o ut. Whe n "Yes, suh. I made friends wid 'em. DeY. was one dey is all gone I c ome in hyuh, jes' n ow, an de g o l is cache o' whisky dat dey hadn't foun', an' I showed t u t done gone, t o o! tuh 'em. Dat's hue-come dey saved my life, out uh He groaned. ingratitude fo
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' I THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES 3 "A gang like that to lo o k after mi.1st hamper 'em a heap. They've got guard 'em close, to keep a crowd like that frum gittin' ioose. It makes the outlook seem better, Rastus." He walked over and inspected the yellow hole, all that remained of the negro 's cache. Then he started off to climb the mountain. The negro stood up, looking after the white man, as he disappeared. He shook his head slowly and doubtfully. "I dunno 'bout 'dis," he muttered. Bill Garner came down from the mountain, he reported that he had seen the smoke of camP. fires, indicating the l ocatio n of Bill's party. . "Now, I'll lay out my plan to you," he said, and led the way down to the bank of the little stream, where he had seen the dead body of the Sioux. A search of the body of the warrior secured a few weaporis of no value anda box of Indian paint. "This is what I was lookin' for," said Garner, hold ing up the paint. "With your help, Rastus, I reckon I can make myself over into a mighty good-lookin' Sioux ki-yi; an' thar ain't many Sioux can talk their language better. Put this feller's duds on me-he ain't got many; stick his feathers in my hair, and wrap his greasy blanket r ound me, and thar ain't ary sheriff in ten States would scent me out fer what I am. How does it strike ye?" f "En den what?" said the negro. "Then we'll take the trail of Buffler Bill's crowd, and watch fer a chq.nce ter play my little game. A hoss load o' gold! Why, ef we had that, Rastus,. we c'd fill our necks terther fu st j'ints with red licker every day o' our lives, an' then some. yYe're goin' to corral that h oss load of gold." "How you gain' tuh do it? If Buff'lo Bill is got
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4 THE BVFF ALO BILL failing, Nomad wavec1 his hands. "And hyar we a.ire, step, and, looking up, he saw a feathered head and a me an' you, lef" in charge o' thcr camp, an' all thet painted face. gold ter watch!" Dropping his pipe, the baran clutched the r evolver "Dot gelt, he can't roon avay !" the baron at his side, and came up with a bound, undev the im"Not o:nless ther ki-yis push Buffier and raid pression that a number of Sioux had stolen into the through nyar CJ.tt' take et: Er Ruffs crowd don't play camp. ther piz.fn act an' do suthin' too mean ier words ." Then he saw that there was only one. "Der brosbect ooi eidher iss not goot. Dare iss "Vot iss ?Jf he snapped, swinging the revolver fordot gelt, py der back oot my mud 0h right now; unt ward. der mueI, he iss eadting der grass so kviet as nice "Heap fine white man," said the Indian. 1 Der gottonvoods iss hiting us vrom der s i ghts oof der "Keeb off! comn.1anded the baron. "Oddervise \ lnchuns. Nopoty iss knowimg dot ve ar-re here. So you vill be a Sioux-icide. Yaw r I an1 meaning idt, how iss dare going to be any droupfe? Unt oo:i no oof idt does. soundt Iike a choke. H w dit git drouple i.s:; earning, how iss dare going to be any here py der camp in?" hat:ibiness oof oxcitement ?"' The lndian pointed through the cottonwoods, and ''Scnnitzt Nomad snorted. in disgust, "I"m shore cast a glance round. The mule and its heavy burden hopin thet some day you'fl git yer stumm'ck full d of gofd was round a bend of the grove, out of s ight excitement." at the moment, and he w 0 ndered where the g o ld was. Yaw,''. returneq the baron placidly. "Meder same-That was what he had come for. ness. Budt idt aind't going to be to-day, I pedt you." That there was hut one man in the camp pleased ''You're a trouble hunter; an' ye don't know when him. ye find et." "Heap tii:ie white manf'' be repeated. "White man "I. tond't git der sbahce t o make. bis agquaintance want to buy?" wery often,'' the 1.:>aron grumbled. "Oof I go to He held out something half c o ncealed fn rus brown &Ieeb, unt sdarts, vil! you -vake me oop? I palms. Y o uldn't vant to n1tss idt .1 "You tond't pelong here," said the baron. "Oudt PuIIing his fittfe fore-and-aft cap into his eyes, the vare der odder Inchuns iss y o u shouldt be, unt nodt baron snuggled back against the bole of a cottonwood, here. Who iss inwite you toender dhis camb, eeny. and b!ew out a whiff of smoke. ho.J? Idt vos nodt me. So you hadt petter valk: along "Hear 'em yellin.' ?" said Nlmad. pefore mine bistol iss going off in your faces. Do "Yaw. I hear 'em. D'0t iss. notting. An Inchun you hear someding like dot ?" has to holler, yoost der same as a dog, he is s got to "Heap fine white man buy,n urged the redskin. bark, You tond't hear an.y guns; so I say dare Vill "Vot iss idt you haf g.odt ?" asked the baron. "I be tlo fighdting.'' am neffer hafing goot luckiness buying oof Inchuns. "Wo' w Tt.-r CF,....S g" ... B Ji 1.._ t .,. More as dimes I haf triedt idt, unt idt vos a schnide. ua h"" "" ....... aJott, uas go "e r "Heap big Trouble Maker," said the Indian. t a ke another look. Keep yer opert while I'm 1'he baron became interested ne brown palm a tiny figure of a crouchi,ng redskin, ac eurately done, even to the paint and feathers. "Vot iss idt ?" "Trouble totem," the redskin. "Exblanadion dot. r "Pore Injun hide in cottonwoods, hear white man talk. White man say him like Trouble Maker. Injun no want um. Mebbyso white man buy um." "I haf heardt der likes oof d o t pefore now," said the baron wariry. "One dime I puy him, unt he tond't vork. Meppy oof I puy again, vonce more dimes I am sheated." But he held out his hand. As he took the tiny figure from the brown palm of the crafty man before hirtl, old Nomad came cras h ing into sight, but stopped when he beheld the tableau. The borderman's rifle swung' up, aimed at the painted Sioux, as he .supposed the man to "Baron, in ther name o'.--"

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THE. BUFF .AW B]!L STORIES '"ls dare trouple-o'U<'.tt ow der' blains ?" asked' baron blandly. \ "N&, tiot yi'1!, "Dare aind't going to oo-idt iss :r h<'i s-aid1t So I a--rn loolt:iro.g at--" "} )Ye' los-'t an yell' sensi1Dli'1ity, t>aton !I'' Noo mad expostulated. "Any more o' therri painted ki-yif round?" 'lrhe. Wals the Tro111blte Maker, "I aind't no m0tte," he answer't kick the S iou.x \lit of it a.nd gwt the baron a piece of his mind. "See t.mJ.. tr'u'1!>le totiem," said the: pt"etertdlcdl redskin. With a. quick n1otion, he swung-from the baroh rouncll to Nomad, wf.io was1withi:n a yatd o f hitn. Wh';;l;t h0wene'd cam'e' t00 fast" for-WQntl. :B0f1S' form the h-rth and s.wtmg round. For att he hesitated, tmiptetll fo down the help'1e$'s men; thll Fte pO'Cke!ed thek reirot-vers. "A shot would dr:" l'mew, from lthat he had heard when in hiding. The next instant he had cut the lariat rope the mule was dragging, and was driving the animal toward the river. He did not trouble the others. On arriving beside the tiver he whistled. A negro head popped out of the wmows., Then the negro into the water a.nd drew forth a. brg canoe. "I've gbt it!" said ihe dri.ver of the "Now, it's a hurry hustle, while them twQ fools aire in' an' tearin' round back there. Ye didn't think 1 could make it in that fool way, bt1t ye see I did. Whic.h is a heap better than straight-out nghtin'' or shooti.n' 'em down frqm ambush. This gtuff is now goin' to disappear so completely that Cody can never find it." He t:ut the pack "Boss, is yo' sho' it is de gol' ?" asked the negro. The point of the disguised white man's knife bit through one of the bags of the pack, .and gold nuggets began to sHde out. "I was goin.' to shoot 'e.tn down, if I had to, before Cody and his bunch got back; but I didn't haf to, Good thing I had that pepper with me, along of my salt an' other foodstuff, ybu bet. If we'd killed 'em Cody would have tracked us to the end of the earth. But 11 won't take 50 i:t11ach tro ble jes.' on of the gold disappearin'." "He's a pow' ful bad man to OO!'tS," urged the negro. Nevertheless, he assisted in loading the can0e with ce>ntcnt of the mule padi. 'Foofu, started off, but stopped. soou, and began to nip at the grass. Nomad the first of the two men in the grove to g'ttbwits.. -"Whar a of Hide-rack?" he bellowed, pawing ro1f,ltd. "He's my worter bottk tied ter the saddle cahtle." 1 "Unt. Toof er, he ks mirte,' waited the baron. "Ach I am a blindtness. iss, "C
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G THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. The German began t,.o bellow to his mule; comrpandpremium fool o' ther United States, an' now I knows ing the animal to come to him. et." Hoofbeats approached. "Ledt us talk apoudt vedder," said the baron. "Idt iss you, Toof er.?" "Idt iss a varm day, iss idt nit?" But it was Hide-rack. "Thet Injun c'd see by yer face thet you war a plum' Nomad got the water bottle from the cantle of the idjit; an' a man what'd go ter sleep, as likely you did, saddle, and dashed some of the water into his eyes. an'--,'' Then he held it out. ':Unt ve are needting some rain." "Take et, baron. Hyar is worter, an' mebby et will "Waugh! You're onpossible you're ther limit! help ye. I guess we has both been fooled beyond all What kin you see? I still cain't see nothin' ." calc'latin'. I cain't see ef thet mule an' ther gold is "I can see dot to-morrow idt iss going to be also gone, buj I'm bettin' it. Yer was hankerin' fer trouanodder varm day." ble, baron!" "Wow Don't tork ter me. Look round an' see The baron dashed water into his eyes. ef ye can locate thet red." "Tond't sbeak oof idt." 1 "I am nodt seeing him-I cand't seen so far." "A feller gin' rally; finds what he's continyul huntin' "But ye can hear .them guns goin'. Baron ; sounds fer, baron. I'll try some more o' the worter, ef ye're lack they're comin' this way! Ther ki-yis is drivin' feelin' better." Buffier back e Wonder ef he has let them white outA scattering volley of musket shots sounded. laws loose? Seems as though I hear more rifles "Ther Sioux aire attackin Buffier !"Nomad groaned crackin'." "An' hyar we're hung up ez helpless ez er pa'r er blipd "Eenyhow, der noises iss earning nearer." kittens." "Waal, ef them renegades has been let loose, and "My eyes iss earning again." turns on Buffier in ther end, they'll come iookin' fer "Waal, mine ain,'t Seems lack I'm blinder, an' ther gold fust thing." ther pain is gittin' wuss. Waugh! This worrits me "Afder all, idt may be a luckine s s clo t idt i s s g o ne ," more'n anything ever happened Thet gold's gone, said the baron, grasping at any straw that might tend likely, an' Buffier mixin' wi ther ki-yis, an' needin' to mitigate his extreme act of iooiscretion. "Dhey me. Baron, I'm plum' crazy." cannodt idt, oof idt iss nodt to be foundt." Dashing water into his eyes, he tore about as if "Thet will help us a lot, won't et? Your philoserthis were literally true. phy wanders in sech circles thet et tangles etself like "Why ther didn t finish us I cain't onderstand. er rope. Come over hyC'lr1 an' see ef ye cain't d o He shore had all ther chaince he wanted, baron. An' nuthin' fer my eyes w.ith thet worter bottle. A blind your confounded foolishness--" bat hangin' in er black cave could see more' n I can "T'ond't sbeak me oudt oof my name," urged the The baron, stung with pain still, and nearly as blind baron. "Could you be more oof a sorriness as I am?" as the borderman, did what he could. "Of all ther tomfool things thet ever war wit-And all the time the Indian yelling and the rifle nessed, yourn a while ergo 'd collect all ther premiums. shots sounded closer. Jh' bercause a ki-yi comes up ter ye an' offers yer a totem yer bergins ter figger on buyin' et. Yer has done et before. An' this hyar ki-yi a Sioux! Baron, you--. "I am getting madt oof you sbeak idt again. Vhy cand't you ledt der pasdt be a bygones? Vhy cand't you be a sport unt forgidt idt ?" "Thar's more guns goin' Thet war Cody's Rem ington cracked thet time. Baron, thar is shore a in terestin' mix-up goin' on out thar. The baron, beginning to see again, began to look about. "Dot muel iss gone," he admitted. "An' ther gold war on his back I Ther nater o' tlier trick is plain ernough. Nothin' could be plainer, baron, 'ceptin' thet you has played ther plum' idjit. Thet Injun bet you war a fool, an' he won et hands down. He didn't take yer erlong, jes' bercause you showed him thet you aire wuthless. He war after vallyble things only." "Dot fighdting moosic iss gitting louder yedt," said th e baron. "I has allus had my s'picions thet you war ther CHAPTER III. BUFFALO BILL'S DILEMMA. Buffalo Bill had ridden forth with Pawnee, Little Cayuse, the Brandons, and Ruff Reynolds' bunch of outlaws, the latter bound, in the h o pe of securing a conference with Red Hand, which would result in letting him pass peaceably through the territory of the Buffalo Killer Sioux. He did not want to fight, handicapped as he was with more than a dozen prisoners and the mule cargo of gold nuggets, the latter the rightful property of the Brandons. There were two of the Brandons, brother and sister both young and inexperienced. They were the chil dren of a man who for a number of years had been the Black Chief of the Buffalo Killers, as that branch of the great Sioux nation was known. Originally they had come into this wild part of the West in search of their father, not knowing that he had bef; all they knew then was

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 7 that he had mysteriously disappeared after starting for, the gold fields of the Black Hills with a 'man named Mason, who afterward bei;ame a bard.er whisky runner under the name of Morgan, and had with him in this nefarious trade the negro, Rastus Grimesby. As they learned, Morgan had attacked their father and had struck him on the head with a hatchet, then chucked him into the river, thinking him dead, with the ultimate result that, though the elder Brandon escaped, he had lost his mem9ry of the past, and, joining the Indians, continued to live with them. This was the story that Brandon himself told, when he was found sick of an injury in the Sioux village. They'had him to return to his Eastern home. But there he had recalled the history of the cache of gold, and had. set o\it to get it, and had died in the Sioux village, near which he was "buried"-if that term may be used-with Sioux honors, on the burial scaffold devoted to the bodies of dead Sioux. chief-ta ins. Though all this has been more than hinted at in the preceding pages, it may be well to repeat it more here 7 to give the reader an accurate understanding of th& situation as it was when this story opened. How the gold had been found by the negro, (lnd then had been secured by Buffalo Bill, has been shown perhaps with clearness. f Buffalo Bill's difficult task, therefore, when he went forth to meet the threatening warriors under Red Hand was to se<:ure ah untroubled passage through the Sioux territory. In this he failed utterly. Red Hand and his braves were keen-sight!!d, and they already possessed a good deal of accurate information concerning the recent acts of the great scout and his party. They saw that two-thirds of the men under the scout seemed to be helpless. So, in stead -of responding to his advances, they began an attack. The thing that Buffalo Bill had dreaded, yet which he had seen, and could see now, no way to avoid, came to pass. He had to release his prisoners,' put weapons in their hands, and tell them to fight for their lives. Ruff Reynolds' ruffians were fighters-there was no doubt about that-and they gave the redskins such a taste of their quality that Red Hand and his braves were driven back, before the cottonwood grove was gained. Then, of course, the expected happened. Ruff's men, bunched, under his leadership, drew off to one side as soon as the Sioux swung into a dis orderly retreat, and threatened to attack Buffalo Bill and his men. The scout's force effected a safe retreat into the cottonwoods, however, without being actually attacked; for, strong in numbers as they were, Ruff's renegades really feared to crowd such fighting men. But, believing t:_hat the gold was there, did not intend to leave until they had secured it, by fighting or in some other manner. "If we ever get through with this gold, necarnis, it will be a miracle," Pawnee was saying, as the edge of the cottonwood grove was reached. "Still, you're a man that I regularly expect to see turn miracles; so there is hope." Riding with him were the Brandons-Jack Bran don, a blue-eyed young athlete, without experience, but with good fighting stuff in him; and his sister, Louise, called Lou, who was attired and rode like a man. And a very good-looking young man she made, too, in appearance a slim, trim yoJ.mg warrior, garbed in buckskin clothing, with a rifle in her hand and her small waist zoned with a cartridge belt that supported a good revolver. "If we get through with our lives," she said to Pawnee, "that is all I am asking now." "Yes, the gold will have to go," Jack Brandon ad mitted. "We can't !lsk any men to take such risks for it." They came plunging through the fringing trees into the camp, and the words were heard by Nomad. "Waugh he yelled. "It's gone!" He stared at them as if he could not see, his eyes red as fire, and clutching his long rifle. .. "The gold's gone !" he yelled again. Ther baron hyar has made a bigger fooi of himself than even nater meant he sh'd be, and went--" "Sbeak idt easy!" the baron begged, scrubbing at his eyes, to get them open, so that csmld see the cavalcade that came plunging into the camp. Buffalo Bill was lingering on the edge of th. e grove with Little Cayuse, to determine what action the out laws intended. !'o the Brandons were at the moment the only ones with Pawnee. "What's the trouble here, old Diamond?" Pawnee demanded. "What's the matter with your eyes?" "They're out!" Nomad snapped. "And ther baron '' lS--"ldt vos nodt me," gurgled the baron. "Idt vos der T_rouple Maker, unt der--" 1 "You war ree:Sponsible !" charged Nomad. "Ef et hadn't been fer you, thet Sioux wouldn't got inter ther camp in ther Just place, and then ther red pepper--" "Idt vos der Troup1e Maker," avowed the baron. "Here he iss. I findt him by der groundt on yoost now." He held up the tiny painted and feathered figure of an Indian, the body and bead carved out of soft limestone. Pawnee Bili threw a leg over th saddle and slipped hastily from the back of Chick-Chick. 1 "Red pepper?" he said. "In your eyes? Hei:e, let us see what we can do for you. And let the explana tions come afterward. It's plain as a house a.fire that you've run into something that has put you out of the game." Unhooking his canteen, he began to use its co. ntents, g_iying his to N omacl at first, as the old bor-

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8 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. derman seemed in the worse condition. In fact, old Together with his inflamed eyes, it made him an Nomad was still so blind that he could n o t even see object of pity. Buffalo Bill had ta0 desire to be hard Pawnee Bill when the latter stood before him on him; he hatl troubles enough of his own, without The Brandons were asking questions, but for a quarreling with a pard. lrttle while they got scant infurmation. "Pawnee ," he requested, "I'd like to have you slip Then the girl discovered that Toofer was not with out toward the river and see if you can locate Toofer. Hide-rack, the trapper's rawboned horse Cayuse will keep an eye on Ruff's crowd. I suppose, "Where is the mule?" she queried. he added, turning to Nomad, "that the Sioux who led "Gone-mit der gelt !" the baron groaned. the mule away went in the direction of the river?" "I heard Nomad say the gold was gone, but I--" "Shorely, er ye'd 'a' seen him. As fer me, I warn't "Der Sioux led der muel avay mit idt on his pack." at ther time seein' anything but red streaks o' fire. Me "Our crowd licked, I reckon," observed Nomad, an' ther baron war jes yelpin' an' pawin' ther air." fighting with the pain in his eyes, but unable to extinPawnee departed hastily in the direction of the river. guish his curiosity anCi anxiety. "You're sure," said the scout to Nomad, ''that the "Wi. th the help of Ruff and his scoundrels, we put man wh o double-crossed the baron was an Indian, and it over the ki-yis, old man; but now it looks as though a Sioux?" we are going to have to fight Ruff's crowd," Pawnee "He had all the earmarks, Buffler. What I am figanswered gerin', as soon as I cafi think, is thet one o' ther Sioux "Ther pizen ombrays !" tuck advantage of yer powwowin' owt thar ter turn "They're back there, powwowing, trying to find ther trick; him havin' diskivered thet 'jes' two fools, out if they've got the sand to make the tackle. They like me an' ther baron, aire all thet is left ter gy.ard want that gold." ther treasure. Ther only other horn o' ther dilemmer "Which et ain't hyar now, as I told ye." is thet this hyar smart Sioux war one o' ther Sioti.x "I heard you say that; and, as soon as you're a bit band what has lately been trailin' round after Blue more comfortable, I am going to ask you 'to eJCplain Wolf, they bein', as ye may say, in erg'inst about it." Red Hand, and keepin' erway frum his crowd." 'Twar ther baron thet--" "That may be the truth of it," piped up Jack Bran"I heard you say that, too. The baron got about don, immensely interested; for the loss of the treasure as much of that pepper, or whatever it was, as you failed to have the color of a joke for him. "Blue did. So, if hi made any mistake, he seems to be Wolf was left behind,, you know, with his following." paying for it. Some one came into the camp and The Brandons, having been virtually prisoners of threw pepper in your eyes, then robbed you of the gold. Blue Wolf his braves not so long before, felt that Sounds like a mighty queer game for a ki-yi to play. they were pretty well acquainted with him. Mention Now, if it had been one of Ruff's men! But right at of him usually brought a flush to the girl's face; for that time they were with us, you know. So, old DiaBlue Wolf liad sought to make love to her in the mond, you've got me lost in the fog. But we'll not headlong Indian fashion, telling her that she was the talk about it further until you're out of this pain white prairie flower that he had long desired to bloom "I reckon I ain't never goin' ter see erg'in, Pawnee." in his lodge. "Oh, yes, you will-and in a short Your The great scout did not conceal the fact that he eyes will be all ready for business, if Ruff's b unch of was puzzled by what during his absence had occurred crooks collect enough courage f a tackle.' in the camp. When Buffalo Bill came in, with Cayuse left on "It wasl).'t like an Indian," he objected. "The whole guard at the edge of the grove, Nomad and the baron affair has the color of the act of a white man." had reached the state of seeing, and were in a frame "Budt idt vos an Inchun," wid the baron. of mind to tell their story with some degree of clear"Are you sure, Nomad," the scout asked, "that it ness It was an amazing recital, and reflected no was a Sioux?" credit on the baron. "I didn't have time ter size him up much, an' tliet He tried to c o ver his confu9on by displaying the is a fact, Buffler. About as soon as I sighted him, and Trouble Maker, which in his haste the supposed In-war openin' with a battery o' questions, I war put dian had left. It had bewitched him, he said. erway !er good wi' thet red-hot pepper in my eyes. "Vhen I see do. t .Trouple Maker," he declared, "I But ef head feathers and er load o' Injun paint, all haf a graziness to own idt. So icft vos dot der Inchun arranged Sioux fashion, with et ceterys of moccasins, make sooch a monkey-doodle pitzness mij: me . Budt, blanket, an' sich like, makes a Sioux, he war all to ther py yiminy, oof I seen him again I vill make mincegood. He cert'inly looked et." meadt oudt oof dot retskin." "Unt he dalked idt," added the baron,' dabbing at "So you went hunting for trouble again, pard ?" his eyes with pudgy knuckles. "I am leafing idt to Nosaid the scout quietly." madt oof he ditn't dalk yoost like a Inchun." "Yaw; unt idt foundt me. Unt now der gelt iss "Torked white man's English like an In jun-yes, I g one, unt der muel iss gone likevise." admits thet he did But I see what ye' re hintin' at, There was a sheepish look on the face of the baron. Buffler. Et is yore idee thet mebbyso this hyar Injun

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' THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 9 war er white lnan playin' fer suckers. Waal," he "That's so; Pawnee Bill i9 right there with the added slowly and thoughtfully, "ef so, we shore swalgoods. I'll not dispute you there." lered ther bait-hook, bob, line, an' sinker 1. An' ef "Mebbyso him big job, Pa-e-has-ka; but Pa-e-has-ka et is so, I war fooled jes' as much as ther baron." can do." Pawnee returned hurriedly. And he brought Toof er Buffalo Bill let his eyes flicker the plains, the with him. distant Indians and the nearer bunch of outlaws. "The rascal was right round the corner of the grove, _...,you hearten me, Cayuse. Anyhow, we've got to up to his eyes in grass," he said "But I want you to try it. And when it comes to delivering the goods, notice that the thief took the pack, as well as the gold. I know a young redskin named Little Cayuse who He skinned the mule of everything except the bridle can be expected to d-0 his full share of whatever is and lariat." handed out to him." "You noticed the direction of the trail?" "Ai." "Toofer's track s came from the direction of lhe"'\ river. I didn't back-track him. I suppose we'll find that the thief had a pony out there, to which he trans l oo t, and then cut out." "We'll strike that trail as soon as it is safe to do so," said the scout. "I think I'd lfke to prospect out that way, with your permission, t o see what really did happen," said Jacl{ Brandon. "Lo9k out that you don't run into a trap, then," the scout warned-. "Better not go, Jack," urged the girl. "The gold isn't worth the ri s k." But young Brandon galloped out toward the river. Buffalo Bill r e joined the watching in the edge of Vie grove that ove rl oo ked the level plains. "Tinhorn hangin' round," said Little Cayuse. "Sioux, he lea ve pronto." Far off in a dust clo ud were the Si o ux, apparently r et reating toward their village. Near by were Ruff Rey.nolds' men, still drawn close t oget her. "A conference is on there," said the scout, turning his binoculars on the ruffians. "But they'll not attack us while we hold this cottonwood grove." "What um Pa-e-has-ka do now?" asked the Piute. "Cayuse," the scout smiled, "I'm like the man that had hold of the bear. Perhaps you never that little story : The man followed a bear into a cave, and tried to drag it out. While he was d o ing it another bear appeared, blocking the entrance of the cave. If the man retreated the bear in the entrance would get him; and if he didn't retreat the bear inside the cave would get him." The Piute looked at the great i>cout with shining eyes. "That man not Pa-e-has-ka ?" he said. '"'No .. "If that man be Pa-e-has-ka, both bears be dead." "You flatter me, Cayuse. The gold is gone-and it seems to be up to us to find it. Perhaps the Sioux under Red Hand have it, and that is the real reason they are retreating. If we follow the gold we are ad vancing on one bear; while the other bear, Ruff's out laws, will be threatening us at the rear." "Pa-e-has-ka heap big chief," said the Piute. "However that is, Cayuse, it warms the cockles of my heart to know that you. have such faith in me." "Pawnee heap big chief, too." > -CHAPTER IV. RUFF AND HIS RUFFIANS. The presence of the outlaws kept Buffalo Bill from making more than the beginning of a search for the missing gold. While the baron and Nomad lay in the camp, jaw whackiug each Qther over what had occurred, and the manner of its occurrence, and Littje Cayuse stood guard in the grove at the point where he had 'a good vrew of the plains, Buffalo Bill and Pawnee, with the Brandons, took up the trail of the mule, and followed jt to the river. There the trail ended, so far as the gold was con cerned; though Toofer, it could be seen, had strayed along, after b;ing released, and had leisurely cropp.ed the grass., unmindful of the fact that the treasure he had carried had been lifted from his back. Though had been led down to the edge of the water, and e veri into it, no other animal tracks were to be found; proof, apparently, that if a horse had been used for the further transportation of the treasure it had stood in the stream while the load was being placed on it. In the sand, close by the water, some tracks were found, few in number, however. The Sioux used a boat, perhaps," suggested Buffalo Bill. "I say Sioux-though the earmarks on all this work are those of a .;hite man. And if he used a boat--"' He looked across the little stream. "Maybe he went over, and maybe pot," said Pavy nee. "He could pave gone up or down, with tlie chances in favor of down, as being the easiest. That's the way it looks to me." "There is no good hiding ground down the river," Buffalo Bill objected; "but plenty of it up; especially after the Staghori;i is reached. If he went upstream, and takes the Staghorn fork, he will be able to worry us." They were thinking of swimming the river, to push an investigation on the farther side, when Cayuse's whoop summoned them back to the caml?. "Der oudtlaws," the baron reported, "are moofing r'oundt, mit der itea oof some addacks oop der sleef s. I am sdaying py der camp in vhile Nomadt has gone

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IO THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. to choin der Biute. Idt iss some more oof der vork oof der Trouple Maker." He held up the image. "Chuck that!" commanded Pawnee. "Throw it in the camp fire, and get rid of it, before it sets you crazy The baron slipped it into his pocket with a sheepish grin. "I am walueing idt vor der inexberience vot I haf gatned py idt," he explained. He wriggled uncom fortably. ''Dot iss vhy I am keeping him. Budt vot iss. der use to sbeak apoudt idt ?" Pawnee Bill laughed. "Chuck it," he prged again. . "Led us talk apoudt der vedder," said the baron. "You're making a fool of yourself with that Indian plaything, baron," said the scout, "and I hate. to have my pards act that way. Whenever you connect up with anything that promises to be a trouble maker you get bats in your garret. How many times is it that you have bought trouble charms?'' "Ferdy ,or sixdy," the baron confessed, as red in the face as a schoolboy caught raiding an orchard. "Budt, usually, dey haf vorked." "They brqught trouble? That's what you mean?'' "Yaw. U nt dhis : Y oost so soon as I seen him der trouplesomeness he gommences to shin roundt. Nomadt unt me ve gedt cler ret hepper ower eyes in, unt der gelt idt iss gone so kvick dot idt make ower headts sbi11 roundt, Unt idt iss nodt finished yedt." "Better burn it," urged the sco .ut; "you'll get all the trouble (YOU can want before we're through with this trail, without hunting for it." "You are like Nomadt-you tond't understand him," the baron expostulated. "Idt iss nodt der trouple alone vot I am seeking, budt der excitement." "Without which life is not worth living-for you," laughed Pawnee, amused and able to enjoy a laugh in spite of the serious situation. "Yaw I Pesites," he urged, "I like to keeb dhis liddle Inchun veller for some guriosity. I vill use idt for dot, unt nodt for making trouples, oaf idt suidt you petter." "I don't like you to think you must become a trdble hunter," said the scout; "and--" "Pa-e-has-ka !" The Piute was calling; and the scout 'went on, with Pawnee, to ascertain the meaning. "Ruff's runnygates," explained Nomad, when the two scouts hacl reached the border of the grove, aidgin' up this way. You kin see Rff, out in front er ther bunch ; an' now he's makin' signs. Wants a confab, I reckon; thet's why I told Cayuse ter send a yelp to ye." Ruff Reynolds detached himself from his men and came riding toward the grove. Nomad covered him with a rifle. "Consarn his picter," he breathed, "I'd like ter drill fiim; and I'll do et, Buffier, ef yer gives ther word." The scout pushed the rifle aside. "We'll see what he has to say." When the outlaw had advanced halfway to the grove he taking off his coat swung it round his head. "New kind er white rag," Nomad grunted. "Ef yer go out thar, Buffler, ter tork ter him, I sets hyar wi' finger on trigger an' rifle sighted on him, ready ter let go; you kin tell him so, soon's you meet him. I don't trust thet villyun as fur as ye c' d sling a steer by ther tail." Nevertheless, Buffalo Bill returned to the camp, ,got his horse, Bear Paw, and rode forth to meet the man who had so recently been his prisoner. "I has got the whip hand, Cody," said Ruff, when they i;net. "Ye can see that." "You'll pardon my dullness," returned the 'cout, "when I admit that so far I hadn't discovered it. But for the sake of the argument, I'll admit that you may think so." Ruff frowned and twisted uneasily on the back of his horse. "I've got thirteen men," he threatened, "and you've got jes' five." "You don't count in the Brandons, I see." "Aire they wuth it? An' one is a gal. T'other is no more than a boy; and as fer fightin', ye might as well count in whatever rabbits aire happenin' at this minute to be hidin' in yer camp. You know that. So you've got jes' five men." "What then?" "Waal, it's the gold. I s'pose you've guessed it Hand over the gold, and we p'ints east'rd, and makes ye no trouble whatever.'' 11If not?" ''Then," said Ruff, his voice hardening, "we takes et." It was clear that its absence from the camp was as yet wholly unknown to Ruff and his men. "If the gold was mine," said the scout, "I might think about it; I say I might-though I reckon I wouldn't. But the gold isn't mine." ''That's too fine a p'int fer me, Cody. Anyway, aire ye goin' ter give it up, er otherwise?" "Otherwise." "You know what it means?" Ruff threatened. 1 "That some of .your men will be killed-if you attack us." "Five men cain't hold out ag'inst the crowd that's backin' me. I needn't tell ye thet we figger we know suthin.' erbout fightin'; you considered that we did, when you turned us ag'inst ther Sioux. Better think erbout it, Cody." "I have done all the thinking that I intend to ; and if that is all you have got to say, you've wasted your time and mine, asking me out here." Ruff's red face paled with anger, and his eyes glit tered. "That's yer answer?" Buffalo Bill laughed scornfully, seeing the ruffian's \ rage.

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!HE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. I I .. "You can call it that," he said. "An' that's ther message 'I'm ter take Qack ter the boy s ? said Ruff, loath to give over his hope that the gold would be surrendered with out trouble. "You might add that we are well armed, have plenty of ammunition, are in g o od po s ition; and that before they can take the gold from us half of them, or two-thirds of them, will be dead." Ruff twisted again unea s ily. "I ain't sayin you caiti't fight Cody-I know ye!" he admitted. "But i s if wuth it to you? Hadn' t ye better make friends with u s ? Suppose the Si oux tackle ye ag'in-and it may happen before you can git through hyar; you'll be needin good men like mine to help ye out. Better think of that, Cody," he argued. "Whenever your crowd goes with me again every man jack will prisoner; otherwise, I don t think we could stand the close as s ociati o n. We can t work together, Ruff. I c o uldn t trus t you." "So thar is nothin
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12 THE BUFFALO BILL ST,ORIES. canoe harks back to the time when the negro was in the pay of the whisky dealer called Morgan. Mor gan's cabin had been on the banks of the Missouri, a few miles farther down; and the canoe, which had been Morgim' s, had been concealed by the black, for future use, after Morgan's death. He had told Garner about it; and }}ad been sent t"O get it the evening before, while Garner hung round Buffalo Bill's camp, watching for an opportunity, and studying how to get his hands on the treasure. "If a fell er," said Garner, '1wants ter git away frum a place in a canoe in. a hurrx, which way wtmld he go. upstream, or down?" "He'd go down, boss," said Rastus, rolling his eyes wonderingly. "Any man would think so?" "He .sho' would." "Then we goes in the other direction, so's to fool Cody more complete. Besides, thar's better hidin' ground up the river. You been along the Staghorn?" "Ain' no place roun' hyuh wha' I ain' been," Rastus boasted. / "Waal, thar's hidin' places up the Stagho.rn whar I reckon even you hain't been. Now y-0u take this pad..: dle, while I handle the other'n, and we uses all tbe muscle we've got, gittin' away from hyar." The gunwale was awash, the canoe being much overloaded; but under the propulsion of the skillfully wielded paddles, the canoe made good progress, breast ing the current, while back in the camp of the scout Nomad and the baron were blinded. .and roaring with pain. The canoe turned into the mouth of the Staghorn be fore nightfall t By this time the paddle wielders were dead tired, and hungry. But Garner would not put ashore. Insteap, he weighted a stone, a11;d threw it out at the end of a rope as an anchor; and so they rested while they ate. Until midnight they fought the Staghorn, which was swift in places. "Boss, I'm daid," the darky pleaded; f'I 1iJnll an' er stroke, if all e. ''I'se goin' tuh git 'Oltt' an.' waiLk, if you make w about is farther down the river; but l filled nt itt'1 s_orne years ago, a.a'ld now it:har is little trees an' busbes gnGrw in' on it. Another end is a pool \Of water that I cail the suck hole'-; but thac ain'il: no use to explain -about that MW. "This hyatt"" cave has been knowecl of hy the fotjuns -some of 'em-fr0m 'wv;ay back. Tu: wawn dar ?" "I've connected up with it more than a .clonen times, 'thout missin' it onct; so ye needn't worry on -that aooount." . ""An' de gol" ?" "We can leave 1-t in the canoe, at the bottom of the ri .ver; er drag it into the cave, usin' that rope that 1s hyar. That would take some swimmin' an' divin', but c'd easy do it. It might be a good idea; fer the river hJair aiin't deep, and the canoe might be seen by any one passin' over it. But theun is details fer later consideration. The question now is, aire ye ready to try with me that water entrance, an' sink the canoe?"

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. Rastus hesitated. thought of tackling the un known alarmed liim; and he did not entirely trust Garner. "Couldn't we go asho' somewha', an' hide out in de bre sh ?" he asked. "Didn't I say we ain't never goin' ashore? We're 1 goin' to hide in this cave till Cody gits tired huntin' fer us an' leaves the country. Then we're goin' ter lift. the canoe, put the nugget bags into it, and drift down ri ve r, hidin' ip. the willers in the daytime, and movin' on on ly at night. I've got this cave provisioned with jerked meat an' a few other things; so we won't need ever to set foot on the ground, if we don't want to. And if we don't set foot on the ground, will you tell me how Willyum F. Cody, or any other man alive, is ever goin' to track us down? "Ye see, I've thought all this out," he added;. "seen jes' h ow we c'd work and laid tpis plan, when you an' me j'ined forces to git the stuff out of Cody's hands. You foller my lead, an' you'll w'ar diamonds. Cody can t find a water trail any more than any other man; and when the canoe is sunk, the water trail ends, anyhow. A bloodhound couldn't locate us, so long as we keep our feet off the ground." "Hit sho' sounds lack yo' has got de ingreediments o' safety mighty well mixed," Rastus admitted. "Still, I is hesitatin'--" "Waal, I ain't. We're goin' to sink this canoeright now. When she goes down, you dive, d'ye understand?" He threw himself against the side of the eanoe, forcing it under water; and as it filled it went down, carrying the two men with it, the negi.:o gulpi g in fright. As he struck out instinctively, to keep from drowning, one of his hands was caught by the white man, who began to pull him along under the water. Rastus used the ot her hand in swimming, as he was towed along; and when it seemed that his lungs would butst if he did not rise to breathe, he was pullea up ward. As his head popped out of the water, and he took in a deep breath, he found that he was in total darkness. "This way," panted Garner. 'Twan't so bad, You jes, obey me, and you'll allus come through all right. We're in the cave now, ;:i.rid right agin' the bank." He drew the negro against it. "Now ye can climb out. We're above the level o' the river now; fer, of course, this cave water and that in the river connectin' their level is the As Rastus scrambled up, puffing, Bill Garner fol l owed him. "We'll have a light, soon's my hands aire dry enough to handle matches. I has got some in a metal bqx r ight clus by. How're ye feelin ?" \Vet and shivering, the negro sank down. "Vvoof !" he exploded. "I is somewha', but I dunno wha' I i s Dis is a cave, I reckon; but I done feel lack I had been bu'ied. Mas Ggrner, you is sho' you kin git. out uh hit when yo' wants to.?" Garner laughed, shook the water from his harlds, tried to dry them on the sandy floor. and shuffled over to the stone shelf where he kept hi.s matches. A min ute later he had a light going-a tallow dip, which he set on the shelf. Rastus looked round: Over bis head was a limestone roof. Under him was a sandy floor, which margined a black pool. And leading off from the room in which he crouched were several dark galleries, lead-ing into the unknown. "How d'ye like it?" asked Garner. 1'De man what foun' dis hyuh in de us' place mus' 'a' been a feesh," said the negro. "How it was found in the fust place is a little bie o' hist'ry leadi\1' so fur back that even my Blackfoot friend didn t know erbout it. It is the neatest hide-out, though, that you ever connected with, ain t it, now?" "It sho' is," Rastus confessed. "I thought so. I've found it so; fer 'five years an' more. Sence we're likely to be pards fer a time, I don't mind admittin' that I've laid sriug an' safe hyar more times than a dozen while sheriffs an' the like, not to mention retlskins; was lmntin' fer me; and I haip't never been smoked out o' this hole yi\." The negro stared at him. "You has been wukkin' de road-agent trade?" "I have-fer more than five years. You remember when the stage to Crescent Butte was shot up, three years ago come next April? Waal, it was me done it. I got fifteen hundred dollars out o' that. Like a fool, I pirouted over to Mogollon, to spend wad; got chased, lost the most of and had to hit these hills fer safety, in the end. Thar's other times I c'd mention. But--" He moved to another shelf, and brought out a store of jerked venison. "This cave is dry, in spite o', that water," he sai0; "and you'll find this meat all right; set yer jaws to workin'. While we eat, I'll do some thinkin'. In a minute er so I'm goin' to swim out and see how that canoe is la yin'. What's yer iqee about leavJn' the nuggets thar, or bringin' 'em in If we fetch 'em into the cave, we've p-ot to weight the canoe with rocks, to hold 'er down?' Rastus was not yet capable of thinking clearly on any subject. So he tackled the meat, with an appetite that was excellent, for he had fasted long. But Garner, as soon as he had stayed his stomach, swam out through the water entrance, to make sure that the canoe and its load of treasure had sunk to the bottom all right. "It's canted some," he said, when he returned; "and it layin' jes' whar I'd like it. I got a rope in hyar, and thar is one tied to the canoe. \Ve can fasten the canoe with one; and haul them buckskin bags in hyar with the other. The night is dark as a stack o' black cats outside, and I know Cody ain't in miles c

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14 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. this spot. So it will be easy We'll tackle it as soon as you've rested up a bit." He attacked some of the jerked meat, ahd sat down, to talk the thing over An hour later they began the work of transferring the bags of nuggets to the cave, and the canoe closer to the bluff, where it was not so likely to be noticed by any one passing up o r down the stream. Long before the bags were in the cave, the Indian paint, that Garner had believed would withstand any wetting, had been washed from his face 'and body. "Waal, I has got more," he said, "and I don't need it, nohow; right hyar in the cave is a-plenty, which I keeps fer purposes o' disguise. When I belt up the stage on the trail, two years ago, I was togged out like a Ute; and the sheriff o' El Cajon County ain't through c omb in' over the Ute village yit, huntin' fer the Ute buck that done it. Injun paint comes mighty handy at times, Rastus." He arose apin. "Now I'm goin' out onc t more, t' make cert'in that old can oe is la yin' jest i;ight; then you an' me is goin' to git our beauty s leep, so's to be ready fer any sort J o' tackle that Cody may see fit to try, if he ever smells his. way up the riyer so fur as this." Bu t when he went out this time he made a slip. The cargo of stone now holding the canoe on the bottom shifted, as he pulled and tugged at it under water, and the canoe rose to the sttrface, in spite of his efforts to keep it down. He came to ;he surface of the river as the overturned canoe floated away, his strength spent, expelled the air with which his lungs were bursting, and tried t o rec over it; but in his exhausted condition failed. The swift current beyond caught it, and whisked it away. '' vv ow he gasped. "No use drowndin' m'yself try in' to ketch it, fer I cain't; and I shore ain' t goin' to set foot on l and 'vVearily he turned about, the canoe being now lo s t in the darkness, swa m heavily against the stream to the spot with which he was so familiar; and there, diving, he regain ed the cave. When he came up inside and sought the shore, he was so weak that he could hardly crawl out on the sand; and fo r a minute or so was too weak t o talk. But by and by he explained, giving Rastus his second fright that night. "I don't kn ow as it makes much difference," Garner urged; "only, we' ll want it when we're ready to float out of thi s 1 it ain't to be found along the river, then we can make a raft, o r stea l a canoe fro m some redskin." "Buffalo Bill will sho' find hit!" Rastus .declared. "Waal, s'pose he does? I've thought of that; and I've asked myself, what if he does? How is that goin' to help him? Thar is the canoe, say, which he sees fioatin', or mebbys o it is hung up in a bunch of willers; and he grips onto it. But h ow is that goin' to help him, or hurt u s ?" Rastus twisted his bare black toes in the sand-he had taken off his soaked shoes-and considered this 'Tain' goin' tuh he'p him none, as I can see. Find in' de canoe ain' de same as findin' dis hyuh cave." "It ain't. We can lay as snug hyar as groundhogs, and let him v'y'age up and down the river in that canoe as much as he p l eases. Later, when the tiJlle comes, we can make a raft, and git out o' this at our pleasure. Still, the unexpected loss of the canoe troubled him, and clouded his sleep when he lay down for the "forty winks" he meant to get before the coming of day. CHAPTER VI. T:ij:E INDIAN SEEN IN THE RIVER. Buffajo Bill found the canoe two days later. Bot tom side up, it had grounded a sand bar, near the middle of the little ri ve r, and lay clearly revealed. Caught under a thwart was a paddle; and at the stern of the canoe was a line. Pawnee Bill \vas with him at the time, and they were mounted. / Swimming Bear Paw out to the bar, the scout ti ed an end of the line to the horn of hi saddle, and brought the canoe ashore. When it was drawn out 01f the water, and emptied, the paddle was dicovered. "Sioux make," said Pawnee, l ooking it over Buffalo Bill shouted hi s discovery to Nomad and the' other members of his party, who were not far off When they arrived he requested the old trapper to examine the canoe closely. "Did you see it before?" he asked. I t "Sioux cai,1oes along the ole Missou', er even ther Stagh o rn, ainit so oncommon," mu sed Nomad, as he inspected it; "at times I has seen 'em a heap pl en ty. Still, thar i s one cur' us thing: what's et doin' up hyar, when ther Sioux village is below? Onless--" "Unless the Sioux that stole the go ld had it?" said Pawnee. "But lo ok close r. Nomad l ooked cl oser; then turned it half over. Sudd enly he. whooped. "Wow! This is ther canoe thet war at Morgan's. Still,'' he pondered, "does thet cut any grass? Morgan is dead, and I reckon some red tuck the canoe. "It was gone, when we l ooked fo r it, after the death of Morgan," r eminded the scout; "and we figured that Morgan's negro had cut out in it." "And Morgan's n gro was the rasca l who stole the l etter t e lling where the nuggets were cached,'' Paw nee added, "and found them nea_r the Stcrgho.rn foot hills. 'vVe gqt them out of the cache where the negro had put them himself; and, of course, he was close round there at the time, though we couldn't locate him. Does that mean anything, o ld Diamond?" "Et mout mean," said Nomad, "thet ther nigger follered us down river. But I knows er nigger when I sees one; and thet warn't no nigger what

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. rs i nter cam p a nd whangdood l ed me an' the r b a r on, an' got er w ay wi' ther goods; no, s ir-ee " Neca rni s believes, you know," r ecalled Pawnee ' that the Sioux was a white man paint ed a n d feathered; h e thinks he has rea so n s for that b elief. The sup p osed Sio u x did n t g o t o ward the Siou x village nor cut out across c ountry t o j o in the little band of Sioux under B lue Wolf All d st e aling g o ld nu g gets isn't a Si o u x t rick. A Si o u x wo uld s teal weap o ns and am mun ition, food, a band of p o nies, or a l o ad of furs; but he wouldn't under s tan d the v alue o f a lot of dirt co v e red n u ggets, and ri s k hi s Ii f e to get them." Nomad smi l ed quizzically. "Et's kin d a draw in' the r l o ng b o w, ain't et, ter assert th e t the r felle r Si oux o r white man-thet pep pe r ed m e and the b a ron wa r reskin' his life whilst he war
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116 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES.' ought to give it up, and get out of the country while we can." Buffalo Bill and Pawnee thought differently. "We dislike to admit defeat, necarnis and I," 'Paw nee phrased it. "And we \just can,'t stand the thought of being bulldozed by a set of ruffians. This canoe seems to offer a clew-the first we've come on; and if we can locate the thieves and the gold, I'll trust ne carnis to work out a plan that will shake off those scoundrels." "Ach, yah !" said the baron. "Idt iss me haf lost der gelt, unt ve haf. to get it pack s o me more. Unt vot a habbiness idt vill be to seen idt again. Ach, du lieber Ve couldt nodt sdop now." The baron and Nomad, in truth, had been heroically diligent in the search, feeling that they wttre to blame for the loss of the treasure. While they halted, cooked food, and talked the matter over, 'Buffalo Bill fashioned a paddle for the canoe, out of a small tree cut down with his hatchet. "Pawnee and I will proceed in the canoe," he said. "We can readily cross from shore to shore with its help, s earch out the willows, and look for tracks in the sand." The other members of the party kept along the bank when the start was made, watching for "sign" there, and for any indicaj;.ions of trickery which might be made bythe rascalf y followers of Reynolds. For an entire day thereafter n o t a thing occurred worthy of note. Ruff Reynolds and his outlaws were not seen again; though nothing seemed surer than that they were trailing along in the hills. The Staghorn was entered, and followed toward its source, in the Staghorn range; for it was the great scout's belief that in this direction the thieves had gone, as no fork of the river led into a region off erihg such shelter. 'Phen a suggestive and unexpected thing happened, while they were paddling along quietly: A painted Indian, or what looked to be one, came to the surface of the river., Buffalo Bill and Pawnee were quite as much aston ished as the crafty Indian who had popJ?ed out of his water cave too soon. As the reader is aware; the Indian was Bill Garner. With a splash like that of a leaping fish, he dropped back, anci disappeared. "Well, now, what do you think abot that!" Pawnee gasped. Watching the surface of the river, the scout did not answer. But letting the canoe float in the direction the Indian had been going, he got his rope ready. The painted figure did not show itself again. There was a clear view of the river in each direction farther than any could swim under water, and along the shores no spot where he could rise and conceal himself from view. "Amigo mio," said Pawnee, "I thought I saw an Indian! I hope I haven't had a touch of sun.'1 _"It's a queer thing," commented the scout. "It's clear that .if a swimmer doesn't ri s e in a place like this he stays down, and if he stays dowp he has drowned.'' "It seems to be a s.afe proposition, yet I can't ac cept it." "I was just stating a natural conclusion, without ac cepting it myself. He has poked his nose up by the rocks somewhere, and we can't ee him!' For ten or fifteen minutes they held the canoe close to the spot where the "Indian" had been see n and at the end of that time confessed them selves mightily puzzled. Not willing to admit defeat, h o wever, they explored every shadowy hole. The re s ult was disappointment. By this time the party o n shore had drawn abreast of the canoe, and began, to fire questions. So the canoe was turned to land, and the questioners were made ac quainted with what had happened. Nomad looked and began t o talk of whiski zoos. The baro11'ioyed with the Trouble Maker in his pocket. :'Der oxcitement iss earning again," h e muttered "afdher two tays in vhich n ot ting i s doing." "The thing is simple enough," said the scout to No rnad. "The rascal is in hiding-that's all." "At ther bottom o' ther ri ver? Waugh!" "He'll have to come o ut of hi s hidin g place some time," said Jack Brandon. "He can't climb that bluff over there. Anyway, when he doe s come out we ought to hear him... I suppose you've n o doubt, Cody, that it's the Indian we have been following-the one that took the gold? If so, it seems t o indicate that you were wrong in thinking that the work of a white man disg111ised." "That last doesn't naturally follow; this Indiao may be a white man painted." "Twould take might g ood paint t o withstand river worter," urger Nomad. "That's so, too," Buffalo Bill admitted. He did not deny that he was puzzled. I CHAPTER VII. MYSTERIOUS OCCURRENCES. Thebaron had no need to coax the Trb uble Maker after that. Pi. day that passed without giving him a large th rill of e:;ccitement was a red-letter clay indeed. For a week scout's party hid out in the hill s watched the stream, and waited. And things happened. Before the end of the week old Nomad had a genuine cas.e of whiskizoos. Not unnaturally, the fir s t bit of mystery came in the night-that first night. The baron was o n guard, with Nomad curled up near him, the others being engaged in catching a few winks of much-needed sleep, when there arose a sound of subterranean thunder, followed by Indian yells. Nomad came up with ;'l bound, and found the baron

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I THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. I gasping, and staring down at the little river. Even the .sleepers had been awakened. "Dit you hear dot?" the baron demanded. "Waal, I'd be deef, dumb, an' blind," growled No mad, "e.f I didn't hear et." "Idt iss in der rifer," explained the baron; "Inchuns are yelling py der rifer in." "I reckon thet's right, Buffier," the trapper declared to the scout; as the latter ran up. "Listen ter thet In jun yells An' thar she goes erg'in-thet thunder; an' sounds like it's comin' out o' ther river." "The noise is beyond the high bluff," declared Paw nee. "Indians are yelling and dancing; \ hut, necarnis, did you ever hear an Indian drum thunder like that?" Tl{e whole party now stood together, listening. Again the thunder came, and the yelling, apparently out of the river. "Pard Bill, from beyond the bluff," Pawnee insisted, in spite of tbe evidence of his ears. '"That lone Indian ye saw playing porpoise evidently pany plenty, eh?" As suddenly as it had begun, the noise ended. "Stay close in camp here," the scout requested. "Pawnee, let' s l ook into that." Slipping down to the stream, they hunched the canoe, which had been drawn ashore as a measure of precaution, and crossed quietly. Then they propelled the canoe through the black shadows, 11aying down their paddles now and then to listen. "Nothing doing on the river, necarnis," said Paw nee. "I'm still sticking to my belief that the sounds came from the other side of the bluff." Hauling up the canoe, they slipped ashore, and after a toilsome climb reached the other side of the bluff. But on that side silence now lay as heavily as over the river. "We saw nothing, and we nothing," they were compelled to report when they returned to camp. 'A very thorough search the next day brought the same result. "I ain't a man ter show ther white feather, Buffier," said Nomad; "but don't ye think thet we mout take the advice of the gal, and make er crawfeesh downstream? I don't like even ter suggest et, but--" "Which means," said the scout, "that my old friend Nomad is scared"." The borderman tried to laugh. "I'd like ter git erway frum hyar before I gits skeered, thet's all," he "O' course, you don't b'lieve in whiskizoos, and--" "And you don't, when the day is bright and you're not frightened." The girl came forward with a suggestion' "I've been thinking that might have been the nun blings of an earthquake. This land seems volcanic, and we're not so very far from the geysers of the Yel lowstone country. A geyser blowing its head off might make a noise like that, mightn't it?" "Airthquakes don't rumble and geysers don't bust up ter the accompanerment of lnjun yellin'," Nomad objected. "The Indians might have yelled because they were frightened," she urged, as we were. When the rumbling came each time, you recall that the yells fol lowed instantly." Nomad shook his head. "Injuns yell when they're rejoicin', er fightin', er preparin' fer a fight; they don't yell-not thet waywhen they're skeered." "Then you suggest something," she said, smiling at him, though she felt little enough like smiling. "Whiskizoos !" he sputtered. ' "They're ghosts, I believe?" "More like ha'nts," said Nomad; "which thar is er heap o' difference." "What is the difference," she said, down by him, "between a ghost and a haunt?" "vVaa l," he answered, "ef ye sh'd see ther speret o' yer dead gran'mothe r thet 'd be a ghost. But ef some time in ther night a b'ar sh'd come up ter ye, an' ask ye fer er chaw o.' terbacker, an' breathe red smoke through ets nostriles; an' then you sh' cl find thet ye ain't whar ye thought ye aire, but miles frum et-that wouldn't be er ha'nt; thet would be er proof thet whiskizoos had been playin' tag with ye. "An'," he went on slowly and solemnly, "ef in ther night ye hears thunderin' and Injun yellin' comin' frum the bottom of a river, whar an Injun had sunk and drownded on'y ther clay before, thet is a sign thet whiskizoos is gittin' ready ter play tag wi' ye, an' y e r had better hit ther high places gittin' erw ay." "Ancl a ha'nt ?" she persisted. He cackled nervously, trying to laugh. "Waal, a whiskizoo is a ha'nt thet has gone crazy; an' a ha'nt-waal, et is jes' a ha'nt." "So you don't think that what we heard could have been an earthquake, or the noise of a geyser?" "P'inteclly, without intendin' ter ye none, I don't. In my time I has heard both. This was plum' different." Squatted near by was the young Piute, busy yvith his medicine hoof-the dried hoof of a mustang that had wonderful power to make him invulnerable and protect him from the trickery of spirits. Nomad pointed to him. "Ask Little Cayuse ef what we heerd warn't Injun yellin' ?" "M.uch heap plenty Injun make um howl," the ?iute asserted. / "And what did ye make b' that sound?" demanded Nomad, )s. eeking the Piute's backing. The Piute stopped, faced round, and held up the medicine hoof. His .ace was as grave as Nomad's. -"You savvy me? Trouble in um spirit land." He pointed to the opposite bluff, beyoll'tl the stream. "Had spirit stay under ground, git um punish, make um h"wl; N e-ah-eeg shake um chain-make thunder sound."

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Il:S THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. ..-. Ne-ah-eeg was the chief devil of the Piute undercid e d t o investi gate th e singula r sound, and crept world. s t ea lthil y t owa r d it "Very bad!" said the Piute, shaking his head, then But it ended before they w"ere do w n from the bluff. getting busy again with the medicine hoof. In tlie morning, befor e returning t o the camp they "So there you have it, Miss Brandon," said Buffalo expl o red about; and came t o a large placid po ol, w hich Bill, smiling "You see what courageous material I lay in a cuplike depression re sembling the rim of a n have to work with out in these hills." extinct crater. Round the pool was sand, which had She turned to him. been beaten by tracks; but the tracks were the tracks of "Then, what do you make of those noises we all wolves I heard?" "I don't know bt1t th:i.t this is the most surprising He still smiled. thing we have yet encounter e d," Buffalo Bill declared. "Nothing-yet." "Try to picture what we might have seen here, if it That night another thing occurred-this time of a had been daytime." character to excite curiosity rather than fear: "A band of wolves playing ring-around-a-rosy ab o ut On top of the high bluff a light flashed out, burned this pool; as a finish to the picture they ought t o ha v e for a second or two, then winked into darkness. A been on their hind leg s with hands j o ined in a circle dozen times this was repeated. -I mean paws." "Indian signaling-that's plain enough," said PawBuffalo Bill inspected the track s clo sely. nee. "I think," he said slowly, "that y o u have picture d The next day, with Buffalo Bill, he crossed the just \\That would have been seen-jus t what o ccurred. stream and climbed to the top of the bluff But they "Dancing in a circle, on their hind legs, w ith pa ws found nothing there to reward them. joined?" Sitting on top of the bluff they looked over the river "With hands joined;" said the scout. "Take a cl os e and the country roundabout. look." "Apparently, we re not making progress, necarnis," "1t takes mighty good eyes, and w e ll trained, to di s remarked Pawnee, as he smoked a quiet cigar; "yet tinguish between tracks made by the hind feet o f a \ve are. We know that instead of one Indian there are wolf and th o se made by its fore f e et s aid P awnee, a number, and they have a cave under this hill. But dropping to his knees as he made thi s e xa min at i on. whether they are connected with that stolen treasure "But-I think y o u re right And I'm n o t s o s tup i d is a point that is yet to be settled. The Indian that as not to know what you mean Y o u think that the p o pped out of the water was a Sioux. But was that wolves we heard dancing here in the night were In Si o ux signaling last night?" dians ?" "It didn t l oo k it," the scout admitted. "Just so. But you'll observe a peculiar thing-mo re "And y o u aren t ready to say that the Sioux we peculiar than anything else. Where did these Ind ian s saw was a Sioux? or wolves, go when they finished their d a ncin g?" Not yet. But if a Sioux, then he had no connecPawnee Bill enlarged his circle, makin g a tho r o ugh ti 6 n with the treasure." search; but he could find no tracks beyond that beaten But he might have had that canoe_:_it's a Sioux area, though the sand extended farther. canoe." "It's a go o d thing that Nomad and Little Cayu s e "True Morgan bought the canoe of the aren't here," he remarked, "or this w o uld produce a Sio ux, and his death they may have taker\. it." stampede; you couldn't hold them in this neighb o r"If I'm hitting the right guess trail, the place to hood. N ecarnis, thesd tracks begin and end right here." l oo k for the entrance to the cave that I'm supposing is "Therefore--. somewhere right beneath us is to search along the Pawnee looked round again, t o make sure that he ri\'er, near where we saw the Iridian; but-we have was rig}Jt. s e arched there t o the limit." "I'm going to let y o u figure out the 'therefore.' A nd discovered nothing." I'm afraid to say." "No t a ble s sed thing. So we've got to look for an"If the Indians didn t walk to this place n o r a w a y o ther en.trance. The Indian who flashed that signal from it, they came .out o that p oo l, and went back light came out of the cave; then sneaked, batk into it. into it." What d o y o u say to lying out here and watchStaring at the placid bit of water, Pawnee sm o ked ing for him? up, while considering this . "It's a good suggestion. "I s'pose, necarnis, that y o u're ri ght-yo u must b e ; They slept on top of the bluff that night, and watched there seems to be no other p o s s ible conclu s ion. But for the Indian they supposed to be the author of the it's a queer thing." ' light. Instead of a light, the occurrence was "Like that redskin popping to the surface o f the a queer romping like children dancing. river, and disappearing ri g ht befo re our eyes." "Indians?" queried Pawnee. "It's right off in that Buffalo Bill made a m o re e x tended e x aminati o n b e difection." fore th e y went away. It had o ccurr e d t o him th a t b y Having listened for ten 01' fifteen minutes they deusing long vaulting poles the red s kins might ha v e

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 19 cleared the sand; but no evidence was found to bolster this. "We'll say nothing about this to Nomad and Cayuse," he said, as they turned again toward the river. "The Piute might desert us, and Nomad would be seeking a whiskizoo behind every rock." Nor did they mention it to the Brandons; for, though the Brandons were not superstitious, there seemed n o need to burden them with it. They found the camp agog with eager curiosity. "Thar war dancin' right on top o' the bluff, clus by ye, last night," the trapper declared. "Jt was far beyond us," the scout informed him; "so you can see how easy it is to be mistaken as to the location of sounds. "But 'twarn't Injuns dancin' ?" said Nomad. "An' ef not "It was Indians dancing," said the scout. "You seen 'em?" "No." "You looked fer the tracks this mornin' ?" "We c o uldn't find any Indian tracks," the scout was forced to confess. Nomad dropped out of the questioning circle, thumbed tobacc 9 into his pipe, and lighted it with a c o al fro m the camp fire, and he said not a word, but it was clear that, like the parrot, he was doing a lot of thinking. That afternoon Louise Brandon came hurriedly o v er t o where the scout was sitting with Pawnee, a queer loo k o n her face. I don't know whether all these singular happenings has set my imagination to working overt,ime or not," s he said; "but don't y o u notice a singular odor?" "I'v(! been fo g ging the air so thick round here with t o bacco sm oke that I haven't smelt anything else," said Pawnee. Buffal o Bill made a similar admission. "I get nothing but the od o r of tobacco smoke right h e re s aid the girl; "but if y o u will step over there, and l e a v e off y our smoking; well, I'm' g o ing to leave you t o say what the scent is like." A way fro m the smoke of the pipes and the camp fire they stoo d sniffing the air. "Vio let s!" said Pawnee. "A s o uth wind breathing over banks of violets," she a d ded; "and there i sn't a violet in the country, and it i s n o t the right s e ason for violets." "Pleasant, tho ugh," added the scout, Ji fting his nose; "a sce nt of vio lets. Of course you haven't been using any violet perfume, Miss Brandon?" "I never do. Can you get the direction of the wind? there d o esn't seem to be any breeze here." The scout mounted a rocky pinnacle. "There i s a slight breeze fro m the river." "Everything comes from that river-every mysterious thing !" The scout glanced down at Nomad. He was still squatted by the camp fire, where at intervals he smoked; he had hardly moved for hours. "Too much camp smoke and tobacco smoke-it won't reaoh him." "Then you think there is something mysterious about it?" asked the girl. "I think there is a cave under that bluff, or beyond it; and that the odor comes from the cave." "Violets in a cave-in a haunted Indian cave!" Her tone was skeptical. "Anyway, I have been led to believe that if there is a cave it is haunted!" "Haunted by some very live Indians," said the scout gravely. And they have been gathering no violets are to be had?" them, is my guess; or, rather, burning something that gives out an odor like that of violets." "Oh!" "It is only a guess, Miss Brandon; I confess it may be very far frorv. the facts. Though we think a cave must be over there somewhere, we can't locate it; and ii is to be remembered that we have actually seen but one Indian." .... "And think that he is a white man, or was a white man, if he is drowned, Colonel Cody?" She shrugged her shoulders. "I'm afraid that I, too, am beginning to believe in whiskizoos." "Let whiskizoos stand for whatever is mysterious -and that is about what they stand for to Nomadand I shall believe in them also; until light is let in, and the mystery disappears." "You are making no progi,-ess toward locating the nuggets," she said. "I dislike to say it-I don't want to discourage you; but I think you will 11ever find them. So long as we stay here, we are not only nerve racked by the queer things constantly happening, but we are in great and constant danger. Though we have seen nothing of Ruff Reynolds since we came up here, we have every reason to think that he and his i;nen are watching us continually. And you say your self that Indians are in the vicinity. I declare to you that 1'111 beginning to be afraid to close my eyes. And I'll ask you what could keep any one who wished to do so from shooting into the camp from those hills ?" The scout tried to reassure her. "Still," he said, when she refused to think that dangers were not thickening round then;i," if you and your brother are really anxious to retreat from here, I can lend you Nomad and Cayuse as an escort. They are crazy to hit the back trail, and if you combed the country you couldn't get more reliable men nor stronger fighters. They are cowardly only when they think they are facing the mysteriou!l ; then a puff of wind can them into a flutter of fear." t But the girl was not really anxious to hasten away; and she knew her brother would oppose the idea so long as Buffalo Bill willed to rerpain. "The trouble with necarnis is," remarked Pawnee, putting in an oar, "he's like one of those men you read about, that don't know when they re whipped. And so long as that unplea sant information hasn't

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. reached him, of he can't make up his mind retreat." "Pard said tlle scout, "the real fighting hasn't begun yet." ''No?" said the girl. siwhen it to begin, theh ?" Buffalo Bill laugb_ed lightly, "Jpst .said, "as we am find the foe." CHAPTER VIII. iooj( anything offered an' d warranted in that line, and he asks the Indian questions, _when he should have jumped on him and mane him a prisoner, for your care ful after inspection. "N OJll#id, coming camp, reproves the baron but isn't any more cautious. ;I'he result is, the hrls red pepper in their eyes, which blinds therri and !brows into fits of w, now heard, by some one on the of the bluff; at eh,? It would seem Jitllt think; of it t" least that was a reasonable conclus10n, ."I don't do anythmg else/' :{3uffalo Bill conf sound was heard there, as of some one trymg to climb "Same here; I haven't time for anything We're awaf nearly forgetting t}tat tlp here i;:m a. lmut for It ended or !ather changed its character; nugget When you paw the ovei: it then somethmg dark whisked through the air, hit the gets odder the t ,ime-or to, Ope maP, F-t the water with a loud splash, and went under. a dozen-perhaps Jlfty, Just rqn it pyer ":Scoot-a-wah-boo !" Pawnee breathed, lifting his m your mmd: paddle as if he sought to brain the thing when it ''Down the flats of the old Mlssou', while we rose; though he only stared into the stream, when the are out try:ng to Red Hand into giving us a: object had vanished. "I reckon, necarnis, our man fish free pass 'Yith oi:r pnsoner.s and mule lpad of nug-gets is at it again." through his territory, a Sioux walks into our camp, With a noiseless dip of the paddle Buffalo Bill urged where are on1y a _fool and <:t whiskizooed old the canoe toward the spot. trapper; each with a bat m his belfry along certain "L k t f h. f t-. lines Nomad's specialty beinP' whiskizoos and ha'nts oo ou or un, l pe comes \lP; get your rope P ready I" and the baron's fren,zied desire to shake hands with all . ,, kinds of excitement. He isn t goi ,ng to come up, if he is our 111an. "This Sioux has, that queer little Indian figure, and Bu.t jerked out the coil of his rope. And offers to sell it to the baron for a Trouble Maker; it JUSt m time. For the head of a man popped to t h e will start trouble, and keep it whooping along to beat at that moment, a round black ball hardly. t o b e the to Mr. Sioux. seen m the gloom. But the man began to flail the "The baron has bought Trouble Makers before, and water with his hands, and Pawnee let the" rope g o always got soaked in the deals; yet he isn't able to It was a splendid cast, dropping the noose over the

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THE BUFFALQ BlLL STORIES. man's head; after which tightened jt with a jerk, and began to t!raw in. The man c0>u.ghed and strnck (j)ut wildly with his hands, sank, iw agafil. All t'he while Pawnee pulled in, on the line. and at fast bnotight the floundering object: nkose .against itb_e .gunwale. "Hold her steady," he said, ".and may:be i can .grt this into the e.an@e." The continued struggJes of the man causing the canoe to dip alarmingJy P.a'Wllllee led the line d:.0 the prow ; and, pulling the maia to th.at end, he .g\t him by tla.e eoliar, and w!th a dexterous .and strenuous eif .. fort, iwhile the scout held the canoe as steady .as he rould, he got his cat.ch -alboard. "A white mat1,," said Pawnee; "or a Gci.-yi wearing .a white man's clothing. As usllal, it begins it.o se..em .Dm:illt fUT sur111llj&e was o:-igibt. He's pretty well filled llll'P w'ith water; S(i) 1 you' d better :p. co m:sci.011Sess. Before they had restored Reynolds and set him dowJJ by the fire, the was stationM .0Ut in the darkness to guard against the, irruption of Ruff'-s foS.. lWers, who -suppmed BGlW t0 be 12ea.1". Even afJ4er he had t"eg.4inecl COU$PiGlusness. 1t ein.g afra.id of them."

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22 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. The next morning', that he was not to b e re leased as promptly as he had hoped for, the villain was more willing to offer up his store of knowledge. / "I'd like to talk with ye, Cody," he said "quiet an' alone, ye know !" "No one is close by right now," said the scout; "so go ahead." 1 "I'm williri' to tell what I know, pervided ye'll let me go." "It isn't worth it, Ruff," the scout declared, "for I've already discovered that you have learned nothing. You have seen things, an, d heard things, that you didn't understand; that's all." "Ibeen watchin' round." "Playing tpe game of hide-out, hoping that you'd be on hand when we found the gold." "Put it that way; yes, that's the fact. But you hain't found it." "We haven't." "Thar's mighty queer Ruff's state ment, the fight had occurred nothing was disco v ered but a few dabs of g r' ease on a rock. "Here is where the lamp was set that Ruff crawled up to inspect," remarked the sco ut, when he made the disc o very. "Yo u're really taking stock in that story, then, ne carnis ?" "I'm investigating. All we know iS" that here ts a dead w olf." But the investigation yielded nothing further. I CHAPTER IX. THE NEGRO A N D THE BARON. / "Go away, tro uble, tek d own yo' bl ac k h a n', Fo' trouble s nev e h g oin' t u h tro ubl e me; Cl 'ar out, trouble, an l eave d i s h o n ey I a n', Wha' de m oc kin b ird i s s in gin' tuh d e b ee. The baron wa s out o n the s unny s l ope, b e y o nd river and the bluff He lift e d his head like a c au ious old turtle, when he heard the s org, and b e g an to crawl toward the singer. Two day s had pa sse d s ince th e capture of Ruff Reynolds-two day s of s uch s un s hiny quiet a s h ad not been e x perienc e d s ince Buffal o Bill set up his camp beyond the ri v er If judged b y that alo ne, the conclu s i o n c o uld ha v e been reached read i ly tha t Ruff and hi s men w e re alone re s p o n s ible for all th e queer happenings, and the happenings had been s top ped by Ruff s capture. The baron held to this op1mon, and maintained i t with arguments.

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THE BUFF AtO BILL STORIES. 23' When tl;tis did not satisfy, he went forth to seek proofs; and"'he was seeking ;them now, lllJ.troubled by any of the superstitions which chilled the energies Of Nomad and the ,Piute. "Dot singer, .he _iss der nigger," said baron'. "I haf heardt his moosic pefore. Oof I can rake him in he vill sbeak some answers to mine kvestions ;ooty kvick, I pedt you." The baron had the Trouble Maker with him-it was now in his pocket; and he had been polishing it and staring at it a little while before, in the hope that it would start something. Apparently something had started, and the baron was in high glee. Taking it out now, he shifted it to his left ha,nd, juggled the revolver into his right, and proceedea with his crawL And the negro continued his singing, which was but a low drone, yet clearly heard: cotton needs a hoein'; But de watermillion'.s An' al' joy is overfiow1n', Neaf de honeysuckle tree. "So make has', trouble, an' leave dis happy Ian'; Pick up yo' feet; trouble, an'-" The final words were drowned in a rattling sound. The rattling still sounded and the sorig was still droning when the baron, having hitched to the top of a slight rise, looked over and beheld the negro, Rastus Grimesby, industriously keeping time to his music by shalskin medicine bag ofundoubted Sioux origin. On the ground ; well screened in by rocks, the darky sat, with eyes half closed, rt>cking his body. His cloth ing was wet and tattered, and well plastered with mud; so that he seemed a forlorn object, in spite of his song. "He iss drifing avay trouble," thought baron, with quick comprehension; "vhile me-I ani hoondting idt. Sooch a tifference I" 1 "Move on, trouble, an' leave dis happy Ian", Pick up yo' feet, trouble, an' jine de movin' ban'; Fo' ol' joy is overfiowin', neaf de honeysuckle tree, An' trouble nevehmo' can trouble me." "He iss a habbiness, budt he tond't look idt !" the baron muttered. "I voncler oof meppyso he iss so habby pecause he haf got dot gelt yedt? Cody iss peliefing dot der nigger iss mit der Inchun vot dhrow der bepper py my eyes in unt Nomadt's, unt dhis iss der fairst dime clot der itea seem to gontain some troot fulness. He tond't know I am here py myselluf. Vale--" He lifted the Trouble Maker, waved it in the direc tion of the self-absorbed negro, then crawled on over the rise, his revolver and the Trouble Maker pushed well ahead of him. The sliding of a pebble under the baron brought R::istus out 0f his half trance. When he looked round with a start, and would have jumped to his feet on seeing the baron, the latter rocked to a sitting posi tion and pointed his big revolver. Yoost dake idt kvietly," the baron urged; "odder. der iss going to be some exblosion clot :vill sboil : looks oof you. Yaw, dot is right-sit town again." The negro dropped back, awed by the big pistol that stared him so straight in the fai;e. But instantly his arm came up and he shook the weasel skin. "Go away, trouble!" he expostulated. "You are knowing me," said the baron; "so some indrotuctions can be dispensed mit, huh? Unt I am knowing ycm, oder our agvaintance he iss limidet. You are der bartner oof der Inchun vot haf stole der gelt, mit der ret beppers-iss idt not, yes?" "Go 'way, white man!" Rastus protested, and shook the weasel"skin again making its contents rattle loudly. "Shoo! Go 'way!" The baron hoisted the Trouble Maker'. "I haf vun also-o," he said. "So oof you put shells on me by him, I vill put sbells on you likeyise. Drob idt !!' . "What you want, white ?" said Rastus, his tones shaky and troubled. "Vot iss idt you haf been doing?" Rastus' manner changed, his face br-ightened, and he forced a negro laugh. "I was wukkin' tub frighten 'way trouble, which has been so thick roun' mah haid lately cl::tt I is sho' distracted. You one o' Buff'lo Bill's t en; I has seen you befo' ." "Idt iss a monkey-doodle foolishness to drive idt av:;i.y-for dhen you haf no oxcidement; unt 6xcide me'nt idt iss der spicyness oof life. Bu
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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. drifing avay vhen I am earning py myselluf here! CHAPTER X. y ciu answer him straighdt." I THE :POOL OF MYSTERY. Rastus twisted uneasily, shook the rattle, and evidently took time to frame his answer. "You're the lucky pocket piece of this bunch," said "Dat trouble is in mah haid-dat's all." Pawnee Bill,.when the baron made his'singular report. "You imachine idt, like Nomadt? I vouldt trac;le othet' men fail you just blunder into things." prewery for an imachination like dot-I vouldt haf_ "Idt vos him," said the baron, giving credit to the oxcidement all der times." Troub+e Maker, whic;h he drew out and exhibited. "I The negro shook the..:.medicine bag again. am vishing for trouple unt oxcidement, and he iss "I ain't incapable uh undehstandin' all dem big priTngh idt PY. mek." 1 d h R G b he urged. e n
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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 25 "Thar's y er darky, Schnitz, shore as shootin'," said By the time the astonished pursuers gained the rim N omad. "An' I reckon we can rake him in. 01' of the pool the mustang was rising to the surface; but trouble will be botherin' him some erg' in, too, when the bags of buckskin had slipped from its back. As we d oes." it came up it struck out, frantic with fright>. They m o ved silently in the direction of the dron ing "I wish I had Chick-Chick here, but--" song. With the words, Pawnee released the lariat that Before they came in sight of him they heard the swung at his waist. A toss of the hand sent the noose negro cackling laughter and exclaiming: over the head of the struggling animal, as it came ''Trouble has sho' been reachin' fo' me; but I reckon breasting the rim of the pool, and sought to climb I ha s got him well behin' me now; yas, suh." out. He spoke to the horse. "Help here!" Pawnee bellowed. "Stan' still, dah If yo' go 'way, I's a-goin' tuh bus' yo haid. yo' heah me? yo' stay hyuh while I The of the rocky rim, Pawnee had seen, bring up dem things." would prevent the mustang from getting out without 1 "Scatter out and make a circle," ordered the scout. aid . A s he. has a horse, if we come on him from this Willing hands laid hold of the lariat, and, thus side only, he may escape us." aided, the beast finally gained a footing, and struggled out on the sand. They "scattered," and by circuitous routes descended upon Rastus. Then they waited for the negro to appear. When he was in sight they saw that he had lugged But the! waited in vain. up a number of buckskin bags, and was tossing them "Waal, what do ye make o' thet?" said Nomad. to the back o f the horse, which was a mustang of the Then he added: ::,I has known a wild duck ter be Indian variety. He had not yet secured the bags in wounded and go down, then hang onto a root at position, but wa s running a rope through his hands, ther bottom till it drownded, jes' tryin ter git erway shaking out the kinks. rum its inimy." He began humming his song again; then he began "Ach, du Iieber !" the baron gasped, his eyes popto rope th.e bags. ping. "Der meanness oof dot iss beyondt me." "On him now," said the scout, to Pawnee, who was Five mim ,1tes went by, and the' negro was not seen nearest. ,.. again in that time. When they rose up on three sides of him the clark y or otherwise, he isn't coming to the surface, jumped behind the mustang, with an exclamation of necarms, ... commented Pawnee. "It makes me think fright. hard about that Indian who played a similar trick out "Surrender!" called the scout. on the river. We've chased a lot of theories about Instead of obeying Rastus made a fro like lea that that, you know-for we couldn't believe the took him t o the back of the mustang, the had been drowned. animal wit-h a shout. "But what else., ef a feller jumps inter worter," S . said Nomad, "an' don't come up?" wmgmg the mustang over by the weight of his b o dy to send it past the pool, he was thrown into "Dot nigger, he iss sure a goneness !" declared the an o ther fright by seeing the baron 'rise there into view, baron, still staring in amazement. with his big revolver Ii fted. "YOU noticed," remarked the scout, "when we came "Surrenter idt iss, or I am shoodting !" the baron on him, didn t you, that his clothing was wet, and the shouted. buckskin bags looked as if they had been given a wetting?" Behind were Buffalo Bill and Pawnee, on the right the baron, and on the left old Nomad, all now in view. Straight ahead, when the negro again swung the animal, was the pool. For a moment he hesitated, twisting his head about as if searching for a way of escape; then he yell@d again, drove his heels into the flank of the beast, and, as i f in desperation, sent it at the pool. The course was downhill-the pool being set in a rocky rim at the bottom of a sandy, circular incline. With the water before it, the mustang swerved, but the negro gave a strong yank on the bit, which flung the beast .. ound, and the next moment it hq.d gone into the pool, headforemost. Tpere was a thunderous splash; and the negro and mustang went under and out of sight. "Ach !" said the baron; "he hadt a, Trouple Maker. too! Only, idt vos tifferent. Vot iss to be dit, huh? Turning fr9m the pool, they looked at tlae mus tang, which, having given its wet hide a shake, was standing close by, as if bewildered by what had oc curred. On one of its hips was a peculiar brand-an arrow crossed on a bow. "Blackfoot!" said the scout when he observed that. "I wonder where he got it?" "Stole et, o' course," said Nomad. "There are Blackfeet on the other fork, above here," Pawnee reminded him "You remember the sacred grove, and the Blackfeet boys who were performing stunts in it, to fit themselves for warriors?"

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z6 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. But they turned once more to the pool, which held greater fascination and suggested many more questions. Buffalo BiU \\ras rapidly developing theories; or, rather, finishing out' certain ones which had lain in his undeveloped. "Figure it out with me," he said to Pawnee. "First comes the Indian who rose in the river and went down without reappearing. Next, the queer sounds we heard: that seemed to have their origin under this bitiff, or in the river. The wolf tracks round this pool furnish the third thing to be noted. And now this sibgular disappearance of the negro, with the fact that when we saw him her.e his clothing and the buckskin bags were wet." "Unt he vos 'Of a vetness vhen he se en me," rethe baron. . "That is to be remembered, too." "I see wbat yer' e comin' at," S4Lid N oinad; "'but et is "Is it?" said the scout. "Plum' craziness." . dow .p., scout began to strip off his boots ?-nd of his clothing. ', "I'm going int9 that pool," he said. "In the .first place, if the negro sti-uek his head and was drowned there, we want to know -it; and that's the to find out. In the second place, if he didn't--" Before protests -could tleter him, he had stepped the of the pool, shot out into it, and had djs appeared. "Waugh!" Nomad rumbled. "I don't li1'e thet whatever." "Necarnis isn't a man to be drnwned easily," assured Pawnee. "He'Jl be t.i:P, again moments." But Pawnee was mistaken. However, he did not let even a minute go by before he, too, began .f'o 'for the plunge. "Yiminy grick-edts! You are going fo, too?" said the baron. "Sure thing, Schnitz. If 'Buffalo 'Bill 1s in trouble down there_:_and it loo'ks it-we can easily be too ]ate-perhaps are now-while we stand talking about it." He, shof into the and dropped .out of sight. And he did riot come up again. . "Waugh!'' woofed. '.!Er-waugh Suthin's wrong h:yar, baron." He threw off his i:oat. ., The baron laid hold of him. "Nit!" he yelled. "I haf zwei friend ts down d
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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. we re straining-but he crawled into the hole, to make sure they were not in it, before searching the bottom. A t the end o f a yard there was no roof o v er him, and h e ro s e in vo luntarily, thrus t up by the weight of the wa t e r Ins tantly his breath came a s air struck w et face. "Woof he breathed s ucking in a big draft. "Whar .I'm at I dunn o but He was grasped by the shoulder, and some one pulled him. "This y pu, Nomad?" The questi o n was put by Pawnee. "Wow! By all ther tarantulars He wa s s aked o ut, and found himself on a smooth rock, at the s ide of the water. I s the ba ro n c o ming? Pawnee a s ked. "Wow! Lemme git my breath! I dunno whar I'm at ner--No, I dunno ef ther baron is comin' er n ot. Whar's Buffler ?" R i g ht h e re," came in the s cout's familiar voice. "I th o ught y o u w o uld come, after Pawnee. We're ex pecting the baron next. The baron did not come. A bit of waiting ga v e the borderman his but, in the meantime the scout had dropped intJ, the w ater, and was ab o ut t o go back, } o make sure the bar o n had n o t plunged into the p ool. But in this he was sto pped by a warning hi ss fro m Pawnee Bill .. "'Sh! The beggars ha v e heard us again! 'Ware, necarnis !" L oo king round, Nomad saw flickering lights and the forms of Indians. "That's w hy we stayed," explained Pawnee, "in s tead o f return ing at o nce Those ki-yis came close up here before; the"y heard us, and I'm afraid they heard N o mad. F o r goodne ss sake, old Diamond, put a st o pper on wind-jamming." Nomad subdued his heavy breathing. I "Whar aire we at?" he whispered again. "In a cave." "Waugh!" "This stream connects with that pool, and the water here rises to the level of its surface. I say stream, but it isn't-for the water has no movement. So it's our opinion, Nomad; that it connects straight with the river, and only rises and falls as the river and falls . Do you see daylight?" I don't see nothin but them lights. An', as they're comin hyar, I re kon we'd best drap back a bit, er git out by ther w orter route, 'fore they reach us ." "And so fail to see what we want to see mighty badly right n o w! If y o u think the baton is all right up there we'll crawl back a little, and do a watching stunt. "Schnitz sh o re i s all righl-he hates worter. Ef et war beer n ow--" . Buffalo Bill pulled at his sleeve, and he began to crawfi s h away from the stream. But they stopped when they had gone a short distance. There were a dozen o r\' more of the Jndian s all young Blackfeet as Bill made out by the light o f the flickering t o rches they carried. In con nection with the Blackfoot mustang outside this was sugge s tive. The y o ung Indians were looking at some tracks and the se they trailed away after, instead of right up to the water. 1 "They' re foll o wing the tracks o f Rastus ," said the scout, interpreting thi s movement1 correctly. "What does et mean?" Nomad panted "We' re s till in the / gues s ing zone, old Diamond," Pawnee informed him; so we really don t know what it means, though we have done s ome surmising. You remember the Indian yelling wh ich seemed to come I out o f the ground. Well, it' s a cinch tho s e young Blackfeet bucks put up that' caterwauling ." "And made the thunder we heard Buffal o Bill added. They pounded on a big drum, o r so mething of the kind. "And:" added Pawnee "the v must ha v e been burnJ ing something that time which ga v e out the o f violets. And played the r ing-around-the-ro s y game, with w o lf-feet m o ccasins, o ut by that pool." "Waugh!'' N o mad rumbled s of tly, peering at the retreating Indians. "We'll ha v e s wim out an' tell Schnitz erbout thi s soon s we can He'll be--" "Speaking of Schnitz, I guess we d better get back, an
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THE BUFF hLQ' BILL STORIES-_ saoutJ. erawfocJ.. out beside him; "mus' rats iw with us t-Oree." "1?he-ki-yit> have. f.a-decl,? Pawnee: tfeportoed. "So what's fo be nhe nextr move ? "F0l10w see what re up to and for that negro." "One thing:. we're forgetting," said Pawnee; "the buckskin bags that were on that mustang. He went. down with them, but he didn' t come p with them, you remember?') B uffalo Bill went into' the pool again. "They're down the bottom," he said.,. on hi "and, from th& feel and hett, they' te filled with g.old nuggets. He hadn't'ias.hed. them well, a0tld when the mustang went tmder nhey sl-if!>ped frnm its ba<:k; and. he didn? t have time to do anything with them. W hen he came up in hem ha. was made. 1:0 hustle by the Blackfeet. We'l-i get;. them later:-i.f some 0ne isn't ahead of. us. But not all the bags of nuggets are there."' The torches flickeFing into view again, the three friends crept oil after the young Blackfeet. They discovered some surpri"sing tB.ings, t0,o. The cave was of 1large extent and had several galleries. The'wafer in the pooi, in the cave,. and in the river connected, as they had surmised. In fact, the underground water and that fo the pool was backwater from the river. The torches of the Blackfeet, as they continued a cl' evious search for Rastus Grimes by, flickered on queer drawings on the walls-outline figures of Indian gods, animals, serpents. In the pine grove where the neg;ro had cached the g o ld and then lost it, as described in the chap ter of this story, the trees exhibited similar strange outlines. That w as a sacred grove of the B1ackfeet, to which. the men of the tribe n ;sorted when. they arnvecf at the proper age '!"here t'hey per forn1ecf sacred ceremonle s, pra:yed to the gods danc ed r"eligi6 u s danc es afid oftefi etreff tortrited' seives fhaf they 1nig1it fYe made worthy of tl:l:e h:fgh calling of Blackfeet warriors. To the experienced s couts it w'as pfairt that the ca v e they' had so sin'gu1at1y vvas, the 'same fasfHon a sacred cave The entrance itito it of a man of attdthet or race was a dese cfation. Hence the youtig Blackfret -were trying to fitid the riegro. Though' a nutnber of things wete still dark, the scoitts were toward enlightenment, They did not kMw ab'Gut Bill Gar.nev . Bnt fhey sute the h-adi beeh l iriVIW peli51 by a whir.e. tnal'l '1'hen 1!he.y beheld Gal!neP seU. He was a prisoner of uh6-young. Bki.ekfeetJ. .Bound hand and fo o t, he we.yond the gallery en trance, the three friends stared at the sce ne, and c ommented on the fact that the prisoner seemed to be. an Indian. But they almost instantly divined the truth-this painted' Sioux prisoner, a s Garner foo ked t o be was a whi 'te. man, the w&ite man ho &ad been s een in the river, and undoubtedly the one wf10 had flim flammed Nomad and the baf"6fl aficf ff ecf wi'th the nmgg t Mgs ii!ll fhe eaFfoe. Sight o>Jl hi'tn th'ere m'ade them a'tl'X'fo1.ls t o ha:v e a talk wMh' hitm. Ii their' beHef was true, ne krre w where dre other !hags of nuggets w'ere, arr& n e lrtew the wfodings o i fl'i'e "'rl\ie mly'steily fs a lit'api, nealr'ni s, Paw nee whispered. "Th
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. THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. In the end their line of conduct was mapped out for them by Garner. A wily fellow, he had been quietly loosening up the oords that held his wrists; and, suc ceeding finally, he cast them off, caught a knife from a young Blackfoot, struck the Indian with it, ripped the bonds from his leg and sprang away. The whole thing was done in a flash, and almost before the concealed white men understood what was happening, Bill Garner was sprinting along the gal lery toward them. The young Blackfeet who had been crooning be fore the Indian god jumped to the aid of the one who had been struck down, insteatl of at once darting after tl].eir escaping prisoner. Garner would have passed the white men lying at the gallery end, and might have escaped by way of the pool, but as he went flying past the outstretched fingers I of the scout h ooked round an a!1kle, and Garner came down. Before he could rise, Gamer felt a pistol against his head,. and heard the voice of Buffalo Bill whispering in his ears. "Quiet or I'll drill you L" The scout's pards crawled up in the darkness. A jerk of the hand of the scout planted a noose round Garner's neck. "Straight ahead now; a hurry-hustle, ;ind not a sound!" I They got away from the gallery end b!!fore the young Blackfeet catne pouring and were off at one crouching in the darkness, with weapons drawn; Garner still held by them. It was as well for the youthful Blackfeet that just/ then they did not stumble against the concealed white men. Apparently convinced that had run straight toward the the Indians darted in that direction, without torches, in their haste. They thought oi torches afterward. Not knowing in what directihii safety the scocis moved off in the direciion of the river, forcing Garner to go ahead of them. :At the end of ten minutes Garner' growled out: "If you go farther you'II be right in the river." "So you've got your tongue at last, and have forgotten that you are a painted and feathered Sioux warrior!" whispered the scout. The prisoner smothered an exclamation of disgust. "We know you are a white man-the one who walked off with the bags of nuggets froi our camv down on the Missou'," added Pawnee. "We've found some of them, and know where the darky is. So you might as well loosen up." "I'll tell all I know," said Garner,, "if yo?'l1,17t me go. I didn't dream 'you fellers was. in here, though I knowed you was round. As fer that nigger--.' He went off in a .stream of profanity. "Thoughts of him seem to rile ye," said Nomad. Garner admitted it. "He abandoned me," he "When the Black had hooked onto me, he -cut ouf without liftin' a nnger." . "He was out beyond the pool with a :Black'f oot said the scout, '#and some of the nug get bags, ready to ride away." "He went out by that suck .fiofe, did he?' Them bags we got up out of-waar, out of w1har they was hid; and we was figgerin' orr gittin' t em C1fit of the cave whe11 the Blackfeet jumped me. U ever I I meet up with that treach'rotts "You're going to show us where fhe other nuggets are," said the scout smoothiy. ' "I reckon you'll be havin' yer hands full right soon." said Garner evasively, "fightin' them Blackfeet." I "They're only jes' boys," Nomad sniffed. "We'll think about fighting the Blackfeet," said the scout, "when they attack us. They're making a search over by the suck hole, as you call it, right now ; so for the present we're. sate enough. When they crowd us, if ifsi needed, we're going to have you show us that hole, by which you get out of the cave here into the river-the hole you used when you out tha.t time, now more than a week ago, and we saw: you!" "Wash thet paint off," said Nomad, peering through the darkness, ";in' I 'low l' d know ye. Though it's. a s'prise to see ye hyar, you're .Bill Garner. I has heerd your gentle voice before. Last time I heard et was i:n Mogollon, when ther sheriff of ther county war loo kin' fer ye, in the hotel thar; an' ye jumped through d t a wm er an go erway. 1 "If I tell aU I know, and show whar the nugget s aire," said Garner, trembling now, twill ye lemme go, Cody? thet nigger hgs gone back on me, and--" "Waugh!" Nomad grumbled, twisting round. ''Them Blackfoot youngsters aire rompin' this way. Ef I has ter fight, i likes ter fight men." 1 "Do you show us the way through here to the river, }' s'aid the scout to Garner, "or do we release you to the Black eet ?"

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I THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. That was eno ugh. The terrible threats which the Blackfeet had made ag<..inst him, and some gruesome preparations for car r y ing them out, had made him deathly afraid of them. S? he told of the river route. ___ ., I CHAPTER XII. BUFFALO BILL'S SIOUX TACKLE. / Buffalo Bill had two prisoners-Bill Garner and "'Ruff Reynolds. And he had the gold. Garner had weakened and tol9 Same of the bags of nuggets were at the bottom of the river, where they had been sunk by Garner and the negro after the in vasion of the,,.cave by the Blackfeet the others were at the bottom of the pool. All had been recovered, after a deal of hard and some danger. The youhg Blackfeet had not dared to come out and fight the white men, and they had not tried to interfere seriously with the efforts made to recover the treasure { Rastus had disappeared; it was practically certain that he had escaped from the cave and fled from the country Ruff Reynolds followers ha cl, days before, been frightened into lea v ing the place by the presence of the Indians and the many strange happenings, which had excited their fears and superst'itions. In his help less state, when he knew they were gone, and he could not look to them longer. for deliverance, Ruff raved against them in a manner that did justice to his character. The young Blackfeet were still in the cave, kee ping close-though it was surmised that so 'me had departed for the distant Blackfoot village, as mes sengers_, to bring help from the wirriors there-when Buffalo Bill's party set out down the Staghorn. At its junct ion with the Missouri River th e y en countered a strong body of Sioux braves under Blue Wolf, the chieftain with ambitions for supremacy had refused to submit to the dictation of Red Hand, and who, having gone into rebellion, had been able increasingly to draw larger and still larger forces to his standard of revolt. There had been a battle fougqt between the con tending factions, withouf decisive results. Red Hand was below, in the Missouri Valley, making tion s to meei his enemies. Hence it came about that when Buffalo Bill's small band of fighting white men appeared, ins tead of re sisting them, or making trouble, Blue Wolf sent in a flag of truce, which he followed by coming m per sonally and offering an alliance. "I am the friend of the great Pa-e-ha s -ka," he said "His men have the long-shooting guns. And I am the friend of the children of the white man who was once chief 'of the Buffalo Killers, before Red Hand took by force the place he dishonors. We would sweep Red Hand and his braves from the face o f the earth." Then he made his offer-to the effect that if Buffalo Bill would help him, the white men could ha v e free passage down the big river, with n o ne to m o lest or them afraid, after Red Hand had been defeated. "He is our very great rriend, necarnis," interrupted Pawnee, "because he thinks we can deli v er the g o ods. It's often the way, eh-with white man and red?" "It's our chance, though," urged the scout. "We should have to fight Red Hand, anyway." The baron brought out the Trouble Maker-he fished it out of the pool-and gave it a l o ving pat. "You are der pitzness," he said. "Since I haf g o t you der oxcidement, he iss been earning right alon g, mitout mooch stoppings. Unt n o w idt i s s some m o r e Yaw, when it com;s to vorking oop oxcidement y o u are der skinch !" Dozens of times the ba}on had been advised to "chuck it," and "burn it," but had refused: Nomad was quite as eager for a bru s h with the Sioux under Red Hand; they had worried him he said, and he wanted to get a whack at them. So he voted for joining Blue Wolf. Buffalo Bill, though of the same mind did not at once Blue Wolf an answer-it would n o t do t o show eagerness; so he smoked a pipe with the re bellious chieftain, and wasted oratory with him in the true redskin fashion. One thing which he brought up, and on which he laid particular emphasis, as the .peace pipe went round, concerned the girl-Louise Brandon. "The great chief, Blue Wolf, has seen the paleface girl, and once he desir ed her for his own. But if we join the forces of Blue Wolf all such thoughts must laid aside. The pines for h e r own people. It is true that she .is the daughter of a man who was once the Black Chief of the Buffalo on that fact Blue W o H based his claim-yet it must not be." Blue Wolf, though, since entering the camp, he had shot admiring glances at the WGman who looked so bravely handsome in her masculine attire, was ready to yield gracefully. "Th ere are many hand$Ome squaws in the Sioux

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THE ALO BILL STORIES. l odges, and Blue Wolf, when he has whipped the c oward Red Hand, can have his pick. So what does one m o re matter? It shall be as the great Pa-e-has-ka says." Blue W olf swears it by the peace pipe?" urged the scout. "Aye, he swears it by the peace pipe." "It is well ." "The wi s h e s o f Pa-e-has-ka are law unto Blue W o lf, decl a red the chief, with s o lemn gravity. "And o n the peace pipe he swears that my people h e r e s hall have free passage down the big river?" "When we ha v e swept the river valley clear of the w arriors who rally round Red Hand." "It is well." Half a hundred braves were under Blue Wolf, bra v ely painted, and feathered to the limit. Blue wo lf during his conferen< ; e with the great scout, wore a war bonnet of eagle feathers of such wondrous pro p o rti o ns and length that, as Nomad remarked, he seemed re ad y t o fly. 1 With their confidence marvelously increased by hav i n g with them the white men under Blue Wolf and his warriors moved down the Missouri. It!i.s as if we had been given an esc ort of Indians," s aid the girl, even though the situation made her nerv o u s "I really hope there not be a fight." But there was a fight-and a big one, twenty miles bel o w the junction of the Missouri and the Staghorn. Red Hand came boldly out and offered battle, confi dent in the superi o rity of numbers, and because he had not l ong before sent Blue Wolf's braves into rapid flight. this time he had fighting white men to deal with Buffalo Bill and his few followers set themselves in the forefr o nt, with Blue Wolf and his choicest braves; a nd the charge they made on the threatening warri o rs o f Red Hand h
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BUFFALO LL STORIES I SSUED EV ER Y TU ESDAY B E AUTIFUL COLORED COVERS The re is no need of our telling American read e rs how interesting the s t o r ies of the adventures of Buffalo Bill, as scout and plainsman; really are. These stories have been r e ad exclusively in tiis weekly for many years, and are voted to be masterpieces deal i ng with Western adventure. 1 Buff a lo Bill is more popular to-day than he e ve r was, and, consequ e ntl y everybody ought fO k now all there is to know about him. In no manner c a n y ou become so thoroughl y acquainted with the a ctual h a bits and life of this great man, as by r e ading th e BUFFALO BILL STORIES. We give h e rewith a lis t of all of the back nu m b e rs in p rin,t. You can have your news-dealer order the m or t h ey will be sent direct by the publi sh e r s to an y address upon receipt of the price in mone y or 292-Buffalo Bill's Medicine-lodge ........ 5 ?90-Buffalo B !ll, the Yelping Crew ... 5 1 46a-Buffulo Bill's Apache Clue . ...... 5 293-Butl'nlo Bill In Peril ............... 5 891-Buffal o Bills Guiding lland ........ 5 466-Bull'alo Bill and the Totem. 5 298-Buffalo Blll's Black Eagles .......... 5 392-Buffalo Bill's Queer Quest. ......... 5 467--Bulinlq Bill's Golden Wonder ...... 5 29!J-Buffal o lllll's Desperate Dozen ....... 5 393....:..Buffa l o Bill's Prize "Get-away" ..... 5 468-Bulfal o Bill's Fiesta Night ......... 5 305-Bull'al o Bill and the Barge Bandits . 5 394-Buffalo Bill's Hurricane Hustle ..... 5 469-Bufl'al o Bill and the Hatchet .. 5 306-Rutl'ulo Blll. the Desert Hotspur ... 5 395-Buffal o Bill's Star J;.>lay ............ 5 470-Buff1)l o Bill nncl the lllining Shark .. 5 308-Bull'alo Bill's Whirlwind Chase ...... 5 396-Buffal o Bill's Bluff ................ 5 471-Butl'alo B!ll and the Cattle B nrnn s .. 5 309-Hufl'alo Bill's Red Retribution ... .... 5 397-Butl'al o Bill's 'l'rackers ............. 5 472-Bull'alo Bill's Long Oclcls ........... r. 312-BulTalo Bill's Death Jump .......... 5 398--Buffal o Bill's Dutc h Pal'CI ......... 5 473-Buffalo BUI. the Peacemaker ....... r. 314-Bull'alo Bill in the Jaws of Death ... 5 399-Buffalo Bill and the Bravo ......... 5 474-Buffalo Bill"s Promise to Pay ....... 5 315-Bulfal o Bill's Aztec Runners ...... .. 5 400-Buffalo Bill and the Quaker ........ 5 475-Buffalo Bill's Diamond Hitch ....... 5 316-Buffalo Bill's Dance with Death .... 5 401-Buffal o Bill's Package of Death ..... 5 476-Bulfalo Bill and the Wheel of Fate ti 319-Buffulo Bill's Mazeppa Ride ....... 5 402-Buffalo Bill's Treasure Cache ....... 5 477-lluffalo Blll aud the Pool of ) lystery il 321-Bulfnlo BIJl"s Gypsy Band .......... 5 403--Bu ll'n l o Bill's Private War ........ 5 478-Buffnlo Bill aucl the Deserter ....... 5 M4-Buffalo Bill's Gold Hunters ........ 5 404-Butl'alo Bill and the Trouble Hunter. 5 479-Bull'alo Bill"s Jslnncl In the Air ...... :\ 325-Buffalo Bill in Old Mexico .......... 5 405-Butl'alo Bill and the Rope Wizard ... 5 481-Bull'alo Bill's Ultimatum......... ;; 326-Butralo Bill's Message from the Dead 5 406-Bull'alo Bill's Fiesta ... ............ 5 482-Bull'alo Bill's '!'est. ................ 5 827-Butl'itlo Bill and the Wolf-master .... 5 407-Buffalo Bill Among the Cheyennes .. 5 483-Buffalo Bill and the Poncn Raiders. 5 328-Bull'nlo Bill's Flying Wonder ........ 5 408--Bu ffa l o Bill Besieged ............... 5 484-Buffalo Bil r s Boldest Stroke ....... 5 3:WButl'alo Bllrs Hidden Gold ......... 5 409-Bu ffnlo Bill and the R e d Hnnd ..... 5 485-Butfnlo Bill"s Enigma ............. ti 330-Bull'nlo Blll"s Outlaw Trail ......... 5 410-Bull'alo Bill's Tree-trunk Drift ...... 5 486-Buffalo Bill's Blockade ............. 5 331-Bull'alo Bill and the [ndian Queen ... 5 411-Bull'alo Bill and the Specter ........ 5 487-Buffalo Bill and the Gi lded Clique ... :; 332Butl'ulo Bill and the llfad Marauder .. 5 412-Buffal o Bill and the H c d Feathe1s .. 5 488-Buffulo Bill and Perdita Reyes ..... i\ 33:3-Buffalo B!ll's lee Barricade ......... 5 413-Buffal o Bill's King Stroke .......... 5 48U-Bull'ulo Bill and the Boomcrs ....... i\ 334-Buffalo Bill and the Robbe r Elk ..... 5 414-Buffalo Bill, the Desert Cyc lone ..... 5 4!l0-Bull'alo Bill Calls a Halt. . . . . . i'i 335-Bt>ll'al o Bill's Ghost Dance .......... 5 415-Buffa l o B ill's Cumbrcs Scouts ....... 5 492-Buffnlo B il r s O K ................ 5 336-Bnfl'alo Hill's Pe1ssnge. . . . 5 524-Buffn lo Bil rs 'l'aos Totem. . . . . 5 374-Butl'al o Bill's .Tade Amulet ......... 5 451 Bull'a l o Bill and the Horde of Her !"i25-Bull'nlo Bill and the Pawnee P rophet l"i 37:\-Buffnlo Bill's MnJ?l c Lariat. ...... 5 mosa ......................... 5 526-Buf'fnl o B ill nnd Old Wnndcroo .. 377-Bull'alo B!ll's Bridge of Fir e ........ 5 41\2-Buf'fal o Bill's Lonesome Trnil ....... 5 1\27-Buffnl o Rill's Merry War .... 378-Tlull'nlo Rill's Bowle ................ 5 41\3-Rntl'nl o Rill's Qunrry ............... 5 528-Bufl'nlo Bill ant! Grizz l y D a n .. 379-Buffalo Bill's Pay-streak ........... 5 454-Butl'al o Bill In Deadwood ........... 5 529-Bulfnl o Blll at L o n e T ree Gnp. :l80-Bufl'nl o Bill's Mine ................. 5 41\1\-Bulfal o Blll's First Aid ............ 5 5:10-Elffll o Bl1l' s Trnll or Death ... 381-Buffnl o B!ll's C lean-up ......... ... 5 4116-Butl' a l o B !ll and O l d Moonlight .... 5 5al-1fnl o Bill at C lmar oo n Bnr ...... Bill's Ruse ................. 5 45 7-Buffal o Bill RPoald ................ I) ulTa l o Bill nncl t h e 8luicc R ohbe r ... 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