Buffalo Bill and the sorceress, or, Pawnee Bill and the fight for the placer

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A WEEKLY POBUCATIO fVOTED TO BORDER UFE Issued Weekly. Entered as Second-class Matter at the N. Y. Post Office, by STREET & SMITH, 79-89 Seventh Ave., N. Y. Copyright, 1911 by STREET & SMITH. 0. G. and G C. Smith, Proprietors. TEIUlS TO BUFFALO BILL STORIES MAIL SUBSCRIBERS. (.Potaqe Free.) Sln1le Coples or Back Numbers, 5c:. Bach. 3 months .. . .. .. . . . .. . .. ... 65c. One y ear . . ........ J... $2.60 4 months ........................... 85c. 2 coples one year .................. 4.00 6 mouths ..................... $1.25 1 copy two years .......... 4.00 How to Send Money-By post-om.ca or express money order. reg istered letter. bank check or draft. at our risk. At your own risk 1f sent by currency. coin, or postage stamps In ordinary letuir. Receipts-Receipt of your remittance Is acknowledged by proper change of number on your label. If not correct you have not been properly credited and sbou l d let us kflow at once. No. 550. NEW YORK, November 25, 1911. Price Five Cenq. BUFFALO BILL AND THE SORCERESS; OR, Pawnee Bill and the Fight for the Placer. By the author of "BUFF ALO BILL." I CHAPTER I. 1 STAKING THE PLACER. "If the man in the moon has eyes and can see this far, he must think that Buffalo Bill's bunch is engaged in peculiar business." Pawnee Bill stood up and looked about, with a glance thrown ove r his shoulder at the moon, low down over the mountain behind him. He had been digging in the sandy bed of the Per didas River, in the gray of early morning, and nm s tood in the water, which came halfway to the tops of his high boots. "He'll think shore thet a colony o' beavers er mus' rats is splashin' round wi' human clo' es on," said old Nick Nomad, who was planting a s take in the bank of the stream near by. Buffalo Bill, also standing in the water, was sig ht ing at the stake, to make sure that Nomad was p lacing it where it was wanted. Baron Von Schnitzenhauser, on the othe r side of the narrow stream, was planting another stake, with the assistance of Buffalo Bill's young Piute lndiar Little Cayuse. "If the man in the moon is as wise as he is high up in the univer se," Buffalo Bill remarked, "he'll know that it's a hurry-hustle that's driving us. "Oddervise," the baron commented, "ve vouldt be sleebing sveet treams py our liddle beds in aclt der hodel, insteadt oof sblashing roundt in vater vot iss coldt enough to make a man t'ink he iss an icicle. Oof dot Inchun girl--" "But she ain't In jun," corrected Nomad; "she is as white as I am." "Vhich ain'dt saying mooch." Having scooped up some of the river sand, Pawnee Bill ';pa nned it, and found in the bottom of his mining pan a number of grains of shining gold. "This Perdidas p l acer is rich as cheese, he confided to Buffalo Bill. "As soon as Tybee Johnson gets a hunch that it's here, he'll be down, you can bet." "It won't do him much good after we get the placer claims staked off," said the scout. He sighted, and waved his hands to Nomi:ld. O ve r that way, Nomad,,, -a l itt le bit to the right!" "Thar she is," said the borderman, movm g the stake.

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STOkIES. "That's the place; now drive it down." They talked, as they measured out and staked the placer claims, and their conversation revealed an in teresting state of affairs. On the mountain above them had dwelt a hermit whose name was Mark Merrill. In the Perdidas val ley, within a stone's throw of where they were work ing, had been the home of old Porcupine, chief of the Utes of that region. With Porcupine's family had re sided a young woman whom he claimed as his daugh ter, or granddaughter, and who was supposed to be an Indian, or, at least, a half blood. But it had been found out that she was the daughter of the hermit, Mark Merrill; that old Porcupine had stolen her away at the time of the Meeker massacre and, bringing her up with the Utes, had led her to think she was a half-breed. She knew better now, and was with her father in tht1near-by town of Silver Bow, whither she had gone only the day before, after the Utes had tried to take her from Merrill, and had been frightened off by Pawnee Bill and others. While residing with the Utes, the girl had discov ered that in the Perdidas at that point was a rich placer. The Utes had worked it stealthily and had sold the gold dust to a certain pawnbroker in the town, often sending the girl in with it. The stealth of the Utes in this was justified, for in the town were many men who would have taken the placer from them, either by fraud or force, if they had known of it s existence. The most formidable of these men was Tybee Johnson, the sheriff of the county, and a thorough-paced rascal. After the fight of the Utes with the hermit, and the stampede scare thrown into them by Pawnee Bill, the Utes had abandoned the shanty near the Perdidas; but that they were still near, and ready to make trouble, was believed. It was not fear of the Utes so much as of Tybee Johnson and his scoundrelly followers that had moved Buffalo Bill to make this night descent on the silent Perdidas, and stake out the boundaries of placer claims. "We'll stake enough claims to make sure that we cover the whole of the placer, or the richest part of it," he said, as he worked and talked. "The girl says it isn't very wide." They were finishing the work when the sun rose, and men galloping down the valley. "What did I tell you?" cried Pawnee, climbing out of the water. "There comes Johnson now, or I miss my guess. It was Tybee Johnson, suie enough, at the head of a doz'Cn armed horsemen. He drew rein on the opposite bank of the stream, where the baron had set several stakes. "What are you-all 9oing here?" he demanded, his face red with anger, on discovering that Buffalo Bill had got ahead of him. "We have been staking out claims on this placer," the scout answered. "There are certain forms to be gone through with, when taking mining claims, and this is the first thing to be done." But y o u didn t disc o ver that placer!" Johnson roared, unable t o conceal his rage. "Perhaps, then yo u did!" retorted the scout quietly. "That placer was discovered by old Porcupine, s aid Johnson, "and he has sold hi s ri g hts to me and these men. 'vVe're clo wn h e r e t o tak e p ossess ion." "Don't you think you r e a lit tle bit late, Johnson?" the scout asked with a twinkle in his blue eyes. "It seems to me that yotf are." "I'm sheriff of this county ," said Johns on, "and I order you to pull up them s takes and git out." "By what auth o rity?" "By authority of my office as sheriff, and becau s e we have bought this placer of its di s coverer Buffalo Bill laughed in a manner to increa s e the sheriff's ire. Ordinarily Tybee John son was a s moo th-sp o ken i n dividual, who prided himself o n his Southern p o liteness. "That amuses you, s uh ?" h e s narled at the sco ut. 1 "It certainly does." "You don t int e nd t o obey m y o r d er a s s h eriff, s uh ? ' ''.I suppo s e we might as well com e to a n un de r s t a n d ing about this, J o hn son," said t h e scout, r e fu sing t o be irritated. "The o n e who is e nt itled t o a min ing claim is the on e w h o o n discove rin g it, follows the forms of the l a w an d r egulations. Yo u say thi s p l acer was discovered by th e U te, a n d y o u b o u g ht it of h im. If that is so-" "If it's so! Then y o u d ou bt my w o rd s uh ?'' "If it i s so o ld P o r c u p in e so l d you a go ld brick. For he had n o title t o thi s place. He had n o t s taked it, n o r filed paper s ." "He told me, s uh,. that h e h ad s tak e d it." "You see the s t a kes we put h e re ourse l ves ; there were no others." "How d o I kn ow-how does an y one kn ow-that you didn t pull u p o ld Por c upin e s st akes and throw them in the ri ver?" A bit of c o lor cam e int o th e sco u t's cheek s "My w ord i s u s u ally accepted b y t h ose w h o kn o w me! We staked the s e claims, t o c ove r th e p l acer-not because we intend t o h o ld th em, in th e e nd, for our selves. We intend t o h o l d th e m for th e o n e wh o really discovered the placer-M ark 1\ferrill 's dau g hter. "If she s a ys th a t s h e d iscove r e d th e pl a c e r, i s her word any better than P o r c upin e's?" "Perhaps not t o y ou; it w o uld be t o me. But that is beside the p o int anyw a y ." "What is the p o int? demanded J o hn son. "All I know is, this placer belongs to me and my men here, and we're going to have it." "This is the point : We believe the girl fo-l,lnd this placer. But she did not take the legal steps to hold it s, for herself-becaus e she did not kn o w ab o ut them o r that she could hold it. So we are arranging to hold it hi .for her." .1 -

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 3 Tybee Johnson sneered, and some of his men laughed scornfully. "You' re a healthy lot of philanthropists, you'd h3: ve us believe. But that oily gammon don't go down with us. Nomad was beginning to s h ow symptoms of a loss ?f self-c on trol and the mutterings of the baron were qmte as loud. The Piute was silent, and Pawnee Bill was smi ling. "And having staked out the claims," said the scout, "of course that makes them ours, for the present. "Lick the crowd and pull up the stakes," shouted one of Johnson's followers. Johnson's men drew about him, as if waiting for him to give such an order. "If you should, by force, pull up our stakes, it would do ,.au no good," argued Buffalo Bill; "for, you see, that would not change the fact that we had set them the re, and the land courts would be forced to uphold ou r claims .7 So don't you think, Johnson, that you'd bette r go slow? Besides, we might take a notion to have something to say about it." "You'd defy me-sheriff of the county?" "So l ong as I know I am in the right, rd defy any man living," was the scout's statement. ''Waugh!" Nomad bellowed, unable to curb his tio ns longer. "Let ther ornery whelps try ter Jump us, Buffler !" "Dot iss idt !" panted the baron, fingering his re Yolvers. "Ve ar-re vanting a fig hdt, eenyhow. Der oxcitement i ss goat fer der indigestion." "You cheap ska tes, come on!" squalled N om3:d. "Fust man what lays a hand on these hyar stakes g1ts his medicine-you hear me! "My friends seem to be l osing their temper," re marked the scout quietly. "You're sheriff, JohnsonI don't deny it; but I deny that a sheriff, or any other man, has a right to drive me from these claims." For a minute it seemed that Johnson's rage would cause him to give waybefore the mutterings of his men. But the fact that he knew he was in the wrong cowed him. Finally, he pulled back on his reins, drawing his horse away from the stream. "We didn't know you were here, suh," he said, "and we didn't come down for a fight. But I want to warn you that, in defying my authority as sheriff, you be come a lawbreaker, and this thing will be settled." "We'll let the land courts settle it," said Buff ala Bill. "By the way," asked Pawnee, 1'where is old Porcupine right now? You must have seen him recently, and we haven't been able to locate him." As a matter of fact, Johnson had not seen old Por cupine; that had been a lie out of whole cloth. "If you want to see him, hunt him up yourself," he shouted. "I don't have to guide ydu to him." .r "Because you can't," said Pawnee. "I'll give you a 1t hundred dollars if you'll show us where that Ute is, right now." "Don't talk!" snarled Johnson. "You don't know where he is yourself, eh? I thought so." -"I'll exhibit him when it's time to prove that I bought this placer claim of him," said Johnsop. He disliked to ride away-disliked to back down; but he knew that, if it came to a fight, he and his dozen 1men were not the equals of the men who now faced him on the other side of the stream. But he went away fuming and threatening. CHAPTER II. A CHANGE. Nothing could have been more noticeable than the change in the manner of Tybee Johnson, when Buffalo Bill and his friends went back to the town. His old courteousness had returned. "Suh," he said, as the scout dismounted before the door of the Silver Nugget, "I must ask yo' pardon for' my seeming discourtesy this morning. I wasn't just myself, sub." He put out his hand, but the scout affected not to see it. "That's all right, Johnson," was the answer. "He laughs best who laughs last, you know." "As my guest here"-Johnson_ was proprietor of the hotel at which the scout was stopping-"you were en titled to proper treatment, sub, and I didn't give it. We'll step into the barroom, sub, drink our mutual healths across the bloody chasm, and forget that it ever existed." "You're kind/' responded the scout, with a m.ental reservation; "but we shall have to ask to be excused. We make it a point never to touch liquor when we have important business ahead of us." "But with this cruel wah at an end," urged Johnson, a queer light flickering in his shiny dark eyes, "that business comes to an end, so far as I am con cerned, suh." But the scout refused again, a,nd went on into the hotel, and to his room on the second floor. He soon was followed by the members of his party. "Well, what do you think of that?" asked Pawnee, as he tossed his Stetson into a chair and took his seat in another. "'Ware, Mr. Johnson," Nomad, drawing out his black brier and loading it for a smoke. "Thar aire snakes, like the rattlers, thet gives ample warnin' when they aire meanin' ter bite ye; an' other kinds thet aire plum' c;_uiet. I likes ther rattler style ther best." "Y oost der same," agreed the baron. "Mistler Yohn son iss see1ng dot he made a fools oof himselluf, unt so he iss now changed. Dot iss all. He iss der same Mistler Yohnson." The scout got busy at his desk in the room, making out the papers which he was to file at he local land office to complete the preliminary steps to gain title to the placer claims they had staked that morning.

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4 THE BUF F ALO BILL STORIES. "Ve ar-re all goin to be rich as ch eese-nit," said the baron. I haf a blacer claim, unt so ha s N omadt, unt all der o dder v eller s ; budt idt a i n dt bel o n g to u s ; idt iss belon g to der Inchun girl. Ve are g idding r ich fasdt-I don dt t'ink." "If we can keep these s coundrels h e re in th e town from getting them, it's all I want ," declared Pawnee "By the way, Pard Lillie, said the s c o ut, I wi s h you would s lip down to the other hotel, where the her mit is stopping with his daughter, and have them come up here ." Pawnee Bill w a s g o ne about ten minutes. There wa s a queer l o ok in his face, w h e n he re turned. Deserted Jericho!" he exclaimed "They're n ot in the t o wn so far as I can discover." The s cout startled wheeled around. "No?" he s aid. "Where are they, the n? "I d o n t kn ow. They left that h otel early thi s m o rning a fte r paying their bills. The hotel kee p e r don t kn o w w here they went; but he said they had left the t o wn. "Yo u didn t look els ewhere? " I th o u g h t I o u g ht t o jump back here with that in formatio n. first." Waugh! gulped Nomad. "Am I seein' the fine Eyetalian hand of Mr. Tybee Johnson in thi s hyar thing? "Yo u can call me a greaser i f it don't look it, said Pawnee "Vale idt make s a liddle e x cidemendt ," drawled the baron. "Pefore I can gidt me anyt'ing t o eadt unt dr y der vater oudt o o f mine clodings, so met'ing s els e is"s habben. I am going oudt to see v o t i s s der meanness oaf I can.''. "Go back to the hotel Lillie, and see if you can pick up the trail there. It may be that they merely ha v e changed b o arding places A nd the rest of you-scatter out and make a search while I finish these papers. They scattered out; and had not returned by the time the papers were finished. The scout stood ready to go over to the land office with them. He waited until one at a time, th e y came in, for he w anted their s ignatures to the papers, as well as to h ear their rep orts They had discovered nothing The girl and her fat h er c o uld n o t be traced a f ter lea v ing the hotel. "I found o ut that they went very early said Paw nee. "There is a s tage for San Juan that goes at five o'cl ock. That's ab o ut the time they left ; but at the s tage stable it' s said no one went out on that stage. The o ld fello w and his daughter paid their bill walked o ut of the hot e l so mewhere r o und five o'cl ock, and di s appeared." Buffalo Bill went over t o the l a n d office w ith hi s fri e n ds ; and there, a fter the pap e r s w er e p ro p erl y sig ned a n d attest e d th ey w e r e filed. The filin g cle rk look e d th e m ove r c u r i ous ly. G o ing into the mining business, I see h e said, w ith upli f t e d eyebrows. "A new dea l fo r Buffalo Bill isn't i t?" He made a few ent r ies on a s lip of pa p e r before him, and t h e scou t and his friends went o ut. "Th ere i s anothe r stage for San J uan at noon, said B uffal o Bill, "and I'm going to ru n ove r t o San Juan in it. We h ave got a l o t of San Juan go ld dust in the v ault of the ba n k h ere, and I wan t t o a s k the men in au t h o r i t y at t h e San J uan mine wha t t o do w ith it, a s I got n o an swer from the teleg r am I sent t hem. "Tha t d u st came nea r costing yo u your life ob jecte d Pawnee, "and I don't think you a r e c alled on to t ro u b l e about it further. It's here in the bank vault, and o u g ht to be safe. You kept the road age nt s from g e ttin g it, then sto r ed it here; and you a r en' t call ed on t o d o a n y mo re. Let t h em l ook out for i t t hemsel v e s "B ut I want to h ave a look at the works over th e re, and p a r t i cu larl y the men, for you 'll r eme mber that we th o u ght it suspicious that news of a s h ipment of d u st from t he r e a l ways seemed to be known to the o utl aw g a n g i n S i lver Bow. vVhile I'm gone, I'd like t o have y ou c o n tinue your investigations Locate th.:., gi rl ancl her father, if y<;n1 can. Also, I'm h oping you ca n get on th e track of information that will enable me t o l and Mr. Tybee J ohnson "Just now we've got a whole handful of s u sp i cions ab o u t J o h nso n a nd some half proofs, w ith a l o t of gue sses t h at o u g ht to come near bein g true, ye t not h in g wo rth ta lking abo u t t hat cou l d be b r ough t against him if h e was h auled before a court," said Pawnee. ] u s t so," t h e sco u t "Maybe yo u can c o rral some of the evidence we need, w h i l e I'm at 'vork ove r in San Juan." The scout started on the stage that left at noon, and w as i n San J uan a t four o'clock. On e of t he first persons he saw the re, as he got out of t h e stage, was Mark Mer rill. The scout postponed his intention of going t o the office of t h e s uper i n tendent of the San Juan red u c tion w o r ks, wa l ked auoss the street to see Merrill. "Hello!" h e sa id. "You've given us heart disease to day, M errill. The amount of energy we ha\'e was ted ove r in Silver Bow h u n ting for you and you r daughter m ight have bee n tu rned to better u e The w h i t e -h aired man, who was known as "the hermit turn ed, stared, then extended his h and. "Why, it's Cody h e said. "And you' r e j es t the man I want to see." "You h eard w h a t I said? We've been hunting all over Sil v er Bow fo r yo u a n d y our daughter." Cody s h e's go ne!" t "Your da ughter? 1 "Yes. And, beca use of h e r di s appearance, I wa h never so g l ad t o see any b ody in my l ife a s I a m to se< y o u r ig h t now." : "Tell me all about it," said the scout. tr ca He pulled Mer r ill i nt o a n alley, so that their con v er satio n m i g ht n o t b e ove rh e ard. m

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THE BUIFALO BILL STORIES. 5 "That's all I can tell you," said Merrill helplessly. "She's gone!" He was a white-haired, pathetic little man in ap pearance. One never would have guessed his red record from his looks. But, until recently, he had been the implacable murderous slayer of Utes, lying for them in ambush and shooting them down without mercy. Hjs unrelenting persecution of the Indians had been based on the fact that the Utes, in the Meeker had slain his wife, destroyed his house, and carried into captivity his infant daughter. The tragedy had upset his mind, and made him the unforgiving foe of. old Porcupine and his band. When the scout now asked the particulars of the dis appearance of Merrill's daughter, they were given; yet, as he said, Merrill seemed to know nothing. "I was afraid to stay with Olive in Silver Bow," he said. "Tybee Johnson and his crowd stood ready to murder me, simply because they thought I stood in with you. And, with old Porcupine's Utes rovin' round outside the town, I knew it wasn't safe to leave the streets a minute. So I had a talk with Olive a11d de cided to come here. It's some distance from Silver Bow, and I thought maybe we could stay here in peace until you had thrashed out that matter with Johnson, and the Utes had been moved out of the county or killed. I didn't want to go clean out of the country, and Olive didn't, on account of that placer, which yo said you was going to take up in such a way that Olive could have it. That was kind of you, to think of that, Cody; but I believe it lays back of this trouble here. Olive disappear;ecl after we reached San Juan.. We went to a hotel. I'll t2.ke you to it as soon as .you'd like to go. Then she went out to do a little shopping. She was 'tired of the Indian clothes she'd been wearing, and she said she wanted something to wear different fro:11 an Indian blanket. So I let her go. "Well, she never came back! "She dropped out of sight right here! That's the way of it, Cody." "You've made a search?" "Couldn't have hunted for a needle in a haystack more close than I have hunted for Olive. I've been to all the stores where it likely she had gone. I've been to the town marshal, and I've looked everywhere." His trembling voice broke, and the scout thot1ght the hermit was about to give way to grief. But he braced up agam. Tow, I'm comin' to what I meant to say. I stated 1 that I thought that placer claim was at the bottom of it, or something like that. You see, Johnson wanted that placer. I knowed you was going to get ahead of him. And I reckon he found out the same. But if he held my daughter, he"q have a club with which he could a break both our heads. That's what I mean. He could e bring us to time. He'd say, 'I've got Olive; you've got the placer. Make that property over to me, and you can have her. Otherwise--' n He shrugged his shoulders and spread out his hands in a deprecatory manner. "I think that's the size of it, Cody," he went on. "Johnson found out we was comin' to San Juan. He sent word to some of his friends here, and when Olive meandered out to look for a pretty dress and bonnet and so forth, she fell into the hands of them men. Otherwise, I can't account for her disappearance." "I'm afraid you're rignt," Buffalo Bill admitted, touched with sympathy for Merrill and fear for Olive. "You see," continued Merrill, "there's a telegraph line from Silver Bow to this point, and it'd be easy, that way, for Johnson to notify his men here, and that he has men in San Juan I don't doubt a minute." "But your suspicions haven't been drawn to any par-ticular men here?" '"Well, yes; but not in jest that way. I want to warn you against the superintendent of the San Juan mine I went to his office, I was hustling round looking for Olive. He seemed mightily interested in knowin" what you and your crowd was doin', and he asked me more'n a dozen questions." "Ah!" said the scout. "Tell me about that." "\Vell, you know that the San Juan mine has been shippin' a lot .of gold over the trail, and that the road agents have been gobblin' it. You saved the last load he sent through, and he began by inquirin' about that.., "To have a talk with him about that is what brought me here," the scout confided. "The gold is in the bank vault at Silver Bow now." "I know it. well, you just watch him, when you talk with him. He's slippery and he's crooked. I think he is in with Johnson's gang. That's a pretty mess, Cody. Here is Johnson, sheriff of the county, at the head of the road agents, as we're both con vinced. And here is this San Juan mine superintendent in with them, according to my belief; sending out word to the agents when he gets ready to ship out a load of gold, so that they can rake it in." "Thank you for that suggestion," said the scout. "If it should turn out that even the superintendent of the mine is in with the outlaws, the stockholders of this San Juan gold mine haven't much of a show to ever see any dividends." "Look out for the stage drivers," warned Merrill, "they're likely to be in with the agents, too; in fact, you can't trust anybody. And if you don't keep your eyes open, you'll disappear, just as my daughter has." "You don't feel that they have harmed her?" "I'm hoping not. I think they are holding her, and when they think the time has come they'll show their hand1 and off er to exchange her for that placer you are trying to take and hold for her. But I want your help, Cody." "You shall have it." "It gives me heart to know it," said Merrill, his voice again breaking. "You and your men will find her, if it can be done. And jest recollect that I'm on the job with you, when it comes to bucking against Johnson's outfit." "Where is the telegraph office?"

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, 6 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "In the mme building-the last place you'd look for it." "A private line?" "I reckon it is, in a way; but it takes public mes sages. I warn you, though, that if you send anything over it, you'd better send it in cipher, if yo ain't willin' for your enemies to know what you're sendin'." Buffalo Bill promised to institute a search for Olive Merrill, the hermit's missing daughter, and went on to the office of the San Juan mine. The disappear ance of the girl worried him. Like Merrill, he felt sure that the hand of Tybee Johnson was back of it. CHAPTER III. I A BLOW AT TH,SCOUT. Buffalo Bill soon arrived at the office of the mine supe-rintendent. The superintendent, whose name was Gilfillan, was rotund and smooth-faced, but with a watch(ul manner at variance with his oily speech. He thanked the scout, in many words, for his bravery in saving the latest consignment of gold dust from the "raiding hands of the outlaws of the trail." "Your visit here to-day is fortunate, too," he added "for to-night we have planned to send out another signment of gold. We have every reason to believe that the road agents have no knowledge of our inten tions; yet if, as you say, you are to return to Silver Bow to-night, and you can go in that stage, I shall con sider that the safe transit of the gold is assured, to a point beyond Silver Bow." The great scout studied Gilfillan, while turning over in hi:s mind a reply. "I'll go," he said at length. "We will be willing even to make it worth your while," said Gilfillan, his round face beaming and his eyes narrowing to slits in their beds of adipose. "Name what you think would be a proper remuneration, and a check for that amount will be drawn for you. In fact, if we could empfoy you to act as a regular guard on our gold stages we should consider the sum so spent a good investment." The scout refused to accept anything. "I may, in the end, conclude not to go on that stage," he hedged; "for I've a good deal of work to do here in San Juan." "But if you get your work done, you will go?" "Yes." "That's satisfactory. If you can't go, we will hold the stage until you can." .... ''There is no means, so far as you know, by which the road agents get advance information of when one of your treasure stages is to set fotth ?" the scout asked, his eyes lingering on the face of the superin tendent. "Absolutely no way." "How do you account for the fact that your stages are lately held up so regularly? It indicates a leak of information 'Nearly all stages have been held ttp lately; but we have been able to slip through one now and then." "If I may suggest, wouldn t it be a good .idea if a band of reliable armed men sent out with each?" "We have considered that, and abandoned it. If we such a band, we would have just that many men m the secret of when the stage is to start. And how could we know that one of them, if not more, was pot a road agent, or in the pay of the road agents? "It might be difficult, unless you knew your men. But I think I could furnish such an escort." "You would use your own force?" "I would." "That might be excellent-if your men were here. In lieu of them, I'm going to trust you to take that gold through alone. I anticipate no trouble whatever -for the stage will start unheralded; but if a holdup should
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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. l e tter, an d an answe r cam e back fro m Gilfillan in the s ame w ay, a c k nowl edg i ng i t s receipt, he had a s g o od evid ence a s h e w anted that if n ews of his intention go t o ut it would be becau s e G ilfillan w a s treacherous, o r because it l eaked o ut t hr o u g h Me rrill. A nd he had, so far, been give n no r easo n t o b elieve that Merrill was o t herw i s e t han st rictly h o nest ( The stage t hat night
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, 8 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. / Apparently, the road agents had followed the line of the scout's reasoning, and had set their trap in the firs. For as the stage swung on, with Merrill still in it, the command of "Hands up! was shouted. There W
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e THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 9 the powder smoke were blown into his face. He fell back, with the feeling that he had been hit, and heard Sims scrambling off before he could recover. A shower of bullets coming at him, the scout dropped down, and began to crawl away. "He's there!" was yelled. "Rake the bushes, boys, and you'll get him!" Another shower of lead came through the darkness. Buffalo Bill did not fire back, for he did not want to guide their aim. He, crawled on, keeping close to the ground, and the bullets flew over him harmlessly. It was a clever and successful retreat, but it took the scout so far from the stage trail that, before he could get back to it, the stage and the outlaws had gone on. Anxious about the fate of Merrill, he came cau tiously up through the firs. When he was sure the coast was clear, he began to make a search . This search, covering ari hour's time and mm:h ter ritory, revealed nothing, except that no body could be found. But certain conclusions could be drawn, and the scout drew them. It seemed unlikely that Merrill had been kjlled, or his body would have been left in or near the trail. The road agents would not have taken it to the towa in the stage or on horseback. If he had not been killed he had escaped, or had been held as a prisoner. Recalling Merrill's belief that his daughter was so held, it did not seem so unlikely that Tybee Johnson's friends would desire to hold the father. That would put in their hands another club with which to figbt the scout for the possession of the placer. It was a long walk to Silver Bow. But the scout was a good walker. And he set out, over the trail, when he had finished his search. He had been given conclusive proof, that night, that the gang of thieves and thugs, who recognized the leadership of the sheriff of Ute County, was far-reach ing in its membership, and stood ready to try any murderous method for his removal. "My life isn't safe a minute, until I' land Johnson and Sims in jail, with enough proof against them to send them over the road. But so far," he reflected, "I that proof. I can't substantiate the claim that Johnson is at the head of these men. He wasn't with them, and I saw none of their faces. And as for Sjms, I didn't see him; I only heard his voice." Burdened with this lack of proof, together with his fight for the placer, and the search he felt he must make for Olive Merrill and for her if he .was found missing, Buffalo Bill saw clearly that his dan gerous work at Silver Bow was on1l beginning. It was four o'clock in the morning when he reached the town. He went cautiously up to his room in the Silver Nugget. He expected his coming would be looked for by Tybee Johnson, who was the proprietor of the hotel; but he met no one . In his room, awaiting him and anxious, he found Pawnee Bill. "Still safe, necarnis," was the pleased comment. "The stage came in before midnight. What have you been up against?" Dropping into a chair, the scout detailed to his friend the events of the night. CHAPTER IV. MADAME LE BLANC, THE SORCER ESS. The next day, while Buffalo Bill tried to get some sleep, with Nomad camped before the door of his room as a guard, Pawnee Bill, aided by the scout's faithful Piute, Little Cayuse, and by Baron Von Schnitzenhauser, tried to get track of Olive Merrill in the town, and learn the fate of Merrill himself. One of the men whom Pawnee visited was Tybee Johnson. Reasonably sure that Johnson knew everything, nothing was to be gained by any plan of concealment; and, though Pawnee did not expect that Johnson would admit knowledge, or make any truthful statement, there was always the chance that, by look or manner, he might disclose something worth while. Johnson, in his own quarters at the Silver Nugget, knew that Buffalo Bill was in the house, and in his room, and that it was guarded by the watchful border man. This he made no effort to conceal, as he sent for his colored boy, and ordered in a tray of "some thing cool, with ice \ in it." Pawnee turned down the beverage offered. "I always take a little snifter with friends, you know," said Johnson. "Sorry, sub, that you feel you have to me. But here's looking at you." He filled and drained a glass. "As for that placer, suh," he said, "and I suppose that is what you are here to talk about, I have definitely abandoned any present attempt to get it. Later, I may do something-in a legal way, I mean. But that, suh, being in the future, needn't come in to disturb onr friendly relations now." "You've heard, of course," said Pawnee, narrowly watching the sheriff, but without apparent effort, "that the stage from San Juan \ cts held up again last night?" "Yes, suh; the driYer told that as soon as he came in. He was a mighty frightened man, suh. But one thing he reported I couldn't believe. He said that Buf falo Bill had been in the stage, and the agents were after him more than the gold. He also said tnat when the holdup was rnade it was found that Cody had jumped out just befo'. They had a so't of running fight with him, according to the driver, sub; but, as Cody is now in his room, and I presume all right, it's plain the agents didn't touch him." "There was another passenger in that stage-ark Merrill, otherwise known as the hermit," said Pawnee. "Yes, suh, I heard that, too. He jumped out of the stage, and ran, and escaped; so the driver reported."

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; IO THE BILL STORIES. "The road agents got the gold?" On that previous occasion, to which the baron's "Yes, suh; they collected it. Anyway, the driver mind returned, the fortune teller had given him valudidn't bring it in, and he says they took it." able information, and proved herself an enemy of "You've done nothing about it? Tybee Johnson, who had wronged her, she claimed, "Yes, suh. I sent men out as soon as the driver for which cause she hated him heartily. made his report. They're still out." Pawnee Bill was bearing that in mind, when he "Merrill has not been reported in the town?" opened up with: -"No, suh." "There's the five dollars; but I don't want a fortune "I suppose you haven't any idea who any of those told. What I'm seeking is some information that I agents were, Johnson? hope you can furnish." "Not in the least, suh. If I did, I'd have them in She had taken up her cards and was shuffling them. jail before nightfall. This holdup business has got to "Yes?'' she said, beginning to throw the cards out stop, if I can stop it; but when I don't know who the into little piles. scoundrels are, and can't find out, suh, what is there "You were much interested in the hermit' s for me to do?" daughter." "Apparently nothing." "She is a clear girl!" said the fortune teller, lifting "That's just it. I can't do a thing, suh." her painted face and giving Pawnee an inquiring stare. "The girl is missing, too-the hermit's daughter," "Shs is now missing." reported looking Johns o n sqMare{y in the eyes. Madame Le Blanc picked up one of the card piles, "Is that so, suh ?" said the sheriff, filling hi s glass spread the cards fan-shaped in her hand and looked again, as if to cover his confusion. "I certainly hadn't at them. heard it. When and where did that happen-if you "Yes, that's what the cards say," she declared. have the particulars handy?" "Perhaps, then," said Pawnee, smi ling ,' "the cards "In San Juan, it's s upposed; but, really, we don't will enable you to determine where we can find her." know much about. it. We're going to make a search She lipped the bits of pasteboard through her for the girl, and for her father." fingers. "I certainly wish you luck, suh," said Johnson, as "You haven't any idea where s he is yourself?" she if he meant it. ''If I can help you by giving you a asked. "If you have, there is no use of my lo oking couple of my deputies, I'll be glad to do it. And any here. time, suh, when you or Cody want aid, if you'll let "I thought you might tell me what you know, if any-me know, I'll assist you all I can. Thar's what I'm thing," Pawnee urged. here for, suh." "I know nothing, only as the cards tell me." Pawnee Bill thanked him with quite as much suavity. "What do they tell you?" But neither was deceived. Each had studied the other, "You don't know anything yourself?" and they came together and parted as sworn foes. "Not a thing; that's why I am here." When the town of Silver Bow had been raked thorShe looked at him again, with that intent gaze o ughly, as it seemed, without dragging up so much as that made him feel that s he was looking past hi s eyes, a scrap of information, Pawnee Bill set out with the o r through them, int o the back of his head. baron to visit Madame Le Blanc. Her room was Then s he picked up another pile of cards. reached through a gaming hall, then through an alley, "Ah!" she said, breathing heavily. "Here it is." and up a flight of stairs. A card on the door proThe baron, seeming much interested, tiptoed nearer claimed her wonderful powers as a fortune teller. and tried to crane his short neck to l ook at th<:; cards It was revealed by a red light, and if the tard could the woman held. be believed, she was not only a fortune teller, but a "The Utes ha ve her ," she announced. hypnotist and trance medium, with the added occult "Yo u see n dot in cler cards?" the baron exploded. powers of a1seventh daughter of a seventh daughter. She laughed nerv ous ly. "Idt iss yoost as I seen idt v hen I vos here py der "I haven't seen money yet," she reminded. od der dimes," whispered the baron, reading the card. "Yot haclt a kveen oof hearts de11 king oof spates, "Unt insite is anodder redt lambp unt a vhite owl, mit unt some tiamondts. Dot vos all. I seen idt." a plack cat. Vhen der vhite owl stares adt you, unt "Well. isn't that enough?" s he demanded. "The der plack cat rups py your legs, you see der fortune girl is the queen of hearts, the old Ute chief is the deller." king of spades, and that placer mine out in the PerdiThe stuffed white owl was there; so was the black das. i s represented by the diamonds. Isn't that' plain ca t and the fortune teller. enough? Butr remember I'm not talking to you now "Five dollars," she said, when Pawnee dropped into but to this other gentleman.'' the chair before her. "Go on," urged Pawnee "The Utes have got her. "Yoost like der odder dime," muttered the baron, But you on ly know it from the cards?" standing; "but, pefore I got me oudt oof der "They never fail me," she declared. "The Utes blace, idt cosdt me feefdeen tollars; yedt idt vos captured the girl." vort' idt." She took up anotqer pile of cards

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.THE BUFFALO BILL S'TORIES. II "Yes, it's as I thought. They are holding her, think mg if they do they can get that placer." "Do you see anything there about her father?" asked Pawnee, not believing in the cards, but believing in the possible knowledge of the woman. She arched her painted brows. "Oh, he is missing, too? Yes, here it is,.;i.11 plain enough." "Perhaps the UEes have him, too?" said Pawnee, in a tone of skepticism. "That's right; you're a good g.uesser. The Utes have him, too; and they are holding him for the same reason that they're holding her. You see, the Utes were working that placer, even though it is claimed by you and your friends. I believe that she was the one who discovered it, and, naturally, they will not be willing to surrender t. So they intend to force Buf falo Bill to give it to them, and no doubt they wilL desire to exchange the girl and her father for it." "Go said Pawnee again. "That's all there is about her; but I can tell you something about yourself." "That's good. I'll receive all kinds of bouquets now." His light manner did not please her. She frowned and bit her lip. "I can see only bad," she declared, as she consulted her cards, "if you go on in the route you have chosen." "I suppose I'll have to change it." "You are to be killed soon-if you stay in Silver Bow." "Wow! Then I'll have to get otit." "I'm afraid you won't do that, and that you'll be killed. These cards look ominous, Major Lillie, I as sure you. If I had any influence with you, I'd advise you to leave Silver Bow at once. But, of course, you won't." She shrugged her shoulders deprecatingly. "This sudden and undesirable taking off-how is it to occur?" said J;.awnee. _"If I can know that in ad vance, perhaps it occur." "By a bullet; that's all I can tell you." "Vare iss dot pullet?" broke in the baron, leaning over again and looking at her fan of cards. "That ace of spades, standing as it does in relation to the cards about it-right after it, you see, is the ace of diamonds, indicative of a coffin. Before it is the king of spades, standing for the man who is to fire the bullet. The king of spades stands for a dark man." "He iss to be shot py a nigger, huh?" 'By an Indian, I should say-or a dark-complected white man." "Himmelblitzen Dot iss awvul." "I see that you and Major Lillie are inclined to treat this matter lightly," she said, with a flush that showed even under her rouge; "but it will be no funny when this killing happens." "Then you think it will happen?" asked Pawnee. "I do, unless you get out of the town at once." "You don't find anything good in the cards about me -no handsome sweetheart ambling my way, no treas ure of diamonds, no-" "Nothing," she said, her voice rising with irrita tion, "nothing but death for you, Pawnee Bill." "And for this I have paid five good dollars," said Pawnee, assuming an expression of disgust. "It will be worth your life, if you heed it." CHAPTER V. THE BARON'S ADVENTURE. "The question rises," said Pawnee Bill, when re porting this to the scout, "as to whether this woman is as friendly to us as she has seemed to be." "She claims to hate Tybee Johnson, and there is no doubt that she helped us before," Buffalo Bill re minded. "I don't forget that, necarnis. Anyhow, she has given me fair warning to get out of the town." "Which she'd ort ter know that you won't do, ontil some er these hyar troublin' matters aire settled," growled N otbad. "Oh, yes, I'm going to get out of the town." "Waugh! Ye aire? When, I wonder?" "To-night. If Pard Bill seconds the idea, I'd like to take you and Little Cayuse, and rack out toward the Perdidas, and investigate that tip she gave, that Olive Merrill is a prisoner of the Utes." "Me like to go pronto," Little Cayuse declared. "Of course you're getting tired, son, of hanging round this town,.and I don't blame you,'' said Pawnee. like togit out where can smell the air,'' said the young Indian. "Too mucho no-good white man here-too many tinhorn-too many everything me no I like." I "Waugh! I'm agreein' wi' ye!" Nomad grumbled. "This hyar lay ain't no ways ,fo my notion." Pawnee grinned. "There to be danger enough here to suit you, old Diamond." l "Jumpin' sandhills 'Tain't thet. Et's this hyar sleepin' in er hotel, an' w'arin' yer feet out on hot pavements, eatin' hotel grub, breathin' air all tainted up wi' coal smoke, an'--" His voice dropped with a rumble, and he applied himself again to his pipe. I "That all the inventory?" "Et's jest everything! Waugh! Me no cumtux." "Same here, Little Cayuse," put in the Piute. "Well, then, I can count on it that you'll go with me when I amble toward the Perdidas, which I'll do to-night, if Pard Bill consents." "While you're gone," said the scout, "I'll rake the town over again, with the help of the baron. We ought to draw something, if his luck hits a winning streak." "Der luckiness oof Schnitzenhauser iss on der bum ladely." "It doesn't seem to me that the hermit's daughter

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12 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. can be in the hands of the Utes," the scout added. "Still, it's worth investigating. And there is the hermit, too. I've got to learn what happened to him. I haven't been able to sleep well to-day, for thinking of that old man." Pawnee Bill did not set for the Perdidas until {le had the shield of darkness for himself and his com panions, and he stole away with them as if bent on some purpose of evil. Buffalo Bill and the baron went out into the streets of the town, where danger lurked for them on every corner. But there was one thing making for safety on which they relied. Tybee Johnson and his thugs were not of the kind to strike openly. It i s true that Hank Sims had once jumped into the st reet and shot at the scout, but he had been drunk, or was making a pretense that he was. Dark alleys were therefore avoided, as the scout and the baron went along. Likewise, they kept out of pushing crowds, where an enemy might think it would be safe to drive a knife into one of them Out in the open, under the flare of the gas lamps, and in well lighted rooms, they felt immune. But, at last, a man who brushed by the baron and entered a gambling house changed this plan. "You seen him?" whispered the baron, with a tug 1at the scout's sleeve. "Dot iss der scambp dot once saicL 'Voosle.' Budt I hadt no luckiness in vollering him. Oof macaroni hadt peen selling adt a cent a mile--" "Follow him," said the scout. "Yah, I am idt," said the baron, as he hurried off in the wake of the man. "Budt oof mJr luckiness iss no petter as der odder dime, I couldt not make enough to buy me a hair oof shoe laces oof macaropi, oof idt vos selling vor a cent a: mile Budt here iss a gone-ness." Tracking the man to the gambling place, he him disappear through a rear door. So the baron made for that door, and brought up in a dark alley beyond it. Once before, having heard this man whisper "Wolse ley," which the baron called "Voosle," Schnitzenhauser had followed into the alley; then had found his way to the fortune teller s above, and by her had been given information of importance; but he had missed his man, and considered that he was "unlucky." Remembering now that the fortune teller had said there was another door in one of the blank walls of the alley, he felt along them in the darkness. After a hunt of five minutes his hands touched the knob of a door. "Voosle, Volesley," said the baron, door. To his amazement it opened. "That's not the password to-night," whom he saw dimly in the doorway. to--" scratching the said a man, "You'll have The baron catapulting again s t him knocked him aside, and the ne.'
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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. IJ with a slippery movement that made him think he had been spotted and followed and was being looked for But a light flashed instai1t ly-a red light, that threw a few s treak s of gory color under the lounge where he lay ; and the baron saw that he had entered the room of the fortune teller. "Yiminidy grickets !" he breathed, fairly paralyzed. "H
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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. "Certainly not. He was after information. That girl and her father have both disappeared, and he thought perhaps I had got some information about it. I told him they '7ere held by the Utes, and sent him off to the Perdidas searching for them, for I sup posed you had them, and didn't want a close search made here in the town." "Well, we haven't," said Joh116on, bringing his hand heavily down on the table. "And we don't know where they are." "You don't? I jumped to the conclusion that you were holding them, to play them off on Buffalo Bill for the possession of that placer." "The girl and her father got out of here hurriedly," said Johnson, "thinking they would be safer in San Juan. I wired about it in cipher to Gilfillan. But, be fore he could get1 busy over there, the girl had vanished. Her father was bawling about it through the streets, claiming he did not know what had become of her. Perhaps that was a bluff." "Mercy me!" the woman exclaimed nervously. "About that time Buffalo Bill set out for San Juan, perhaps to look for them there. He went on the stage, and that indicated he meant to back on it. So we planned to trap him, in Dead Man's Gulch. Well, it worked out in the strangest way. Merrill started to return with him in the stage. The holdup was pulled off according to program, but Buffalo Bill wasn't in the stage when it was done, though Merrill was. Merrill jumped out and got away. And when a search along the trail was made, Buffalo Bill captured Hank Sims. You see, he was lying right there, close by, which showed he had jumped out of the stage, somehow, when it was halted, or just before." "He captured Sims!" "But he didn't hold him. And we didn't hold Buf falo Bill. It was an utter fiasco." "He's here in the town I" "I know it. Sims has lost his nerve, and so have the others. So Cody walks round, bold as you please." The woman was silent a moment, as if thinking this over. '"Let me tell you one thing, Tybee," she said: "I'd rather have a band of wolves after me than the officers of the United States government. .If you kill Buf falo Bill, and it can be proved agaMst you, nothing can save you." "Don't I know it?" he said uneasily. "So you'll have to be careful." "That's what's the matter with us now: We're so careful that we act scared. Every man jack of us is so sure that the shooting of Buffalo Bill or any of his men means hanging that we're afraid to move. Yet, if we don't down them, they'll get us sooner or later." "Perhaps you had better get out of the town," she suggested. "To run away would be a confession of guilt." "Well, you want to be careful." "If Pawnee Bill bumps into the Utes and gets-done up by them--" "You'd like it. That may happen, though took Nomad and that Indian with him. But if you had some men down at the Perdidas disguised as Indians !" "That might work," he said. "Yes, it's a bright idea : I'll attend to that. Let's see, when did they set out?" "Shortly after dark." "And they followed the mountain trail, of course. My Utes could meet them as they come back. I'd as soon lay that on the Utes as not. It would, clear up more than just Pawnee and his bunch. It would put the Utes to flight, probably, and stop them from further claiming that placer." "Do you think you can ever get that placer away from Buffalo Bill now? He's got the start of you." Johnson laughed a bit triumphantly. "If you sltould see the land-office records you'd dis cover that those claims have been filed on in the name of myself and others." "But I thought Buffalo Bill got his papers in." "He did. But they were lost somehow. Then I put mine in. The records don't show that he ever filed any papers." "It's a good thing, Tybee, that you've got your scoundrels holding down positions everywhere." "I've been working up this organization for five years," he declared proudly, "and the men who are in the gang can be found in about every place. I'll get that placer, all right, in the end, if Buffalo Bill can be pushed aside." "He couldn't be bought off?" "Never. That's been tried before, and the men who tried it didn't think well of the plan afterward." "And the placer is very rich?" she asked. "I think so. From what little investigation I've been able to make, it's worth more than the San Juan gold mine." "VVe ought to have it," she said softly. "We must have it." "It would be easy, if only Buffalo Bill was out of the way!" She sat silent again, and, through habit, shuffled her cards. The baron could hear them slipping through her fingers, and the breathing of Tybee Johnson. "Sooner or later," she said, "he will be up to see me -not because he believes in fortune telling, but he thinks I discover things in that way, and am disposed to aid him. That's what I meant, Tybee, when I said that our recent break, and the help I gave him because of it, have put in my power now to help you as I never could done otherwise." "Perhaps so," he said doubtfully. "Thinking that I dislike you and am disposed to help him, he will be likely to believe whatever I tell him.'' "Maybe so." "How would it do if I told him about the Sons of Rest.? He knows what I said about them to the baron, and that would incline him to believe more." Tybee Johnson shifted nervously in his chair.

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. "The closer we keep that who le business a secret the better, it seems to me," he urged. "I can tell him the truth-that you meet on certain nights in those rooms, when men he would ne ve r s us pect meet with you, and that there plans are laid "And have h im jump in there with a lot of deputies, and capture the who le bunch!" "You didn't let me finish. I fancy I foolis hly told the baron enough to enable him to l ocate those rooms. So you' ll have to meet the danger that Buffalo Bill will jump in there, anyhow." "A woman's tongue!" growled Johnson. "A woman who hates is always dangerous, you know! I thought I hated you, then, but now I want to h elp you. If you have got to get rid of Buffalo Bill, the only safe way is to make it seem it was done by a mob, or a gang of toughs. He has many enemies here. If he shou ld lead his men into that alley-at the other end,. wher e the secret door is, with the idea of raiding the place from that point, a gang of town thugs might rush on him and his men there and kill them. That's my idea. But I hate--" "It might be done-with Sims to lead 'em." "And you'd keep out of it?" "I'd be somewhere else-in San Juan, ma)'be." "Well, if Sims would do it the plan would work o ut. Still, I'm afraid for anybody to try it. But if Sims has the nerve-" "Sims thinks he has got to get Cody's goat, or do a dance on air. You see, Sims killed a miner up in Fargo. a year ago, and he has got it in his head that Buffa l o Bill is here looking for him. Though he has changed his name, and his looks, he thinks Cody has him spotted." "And maybe he is right." "Maybe he is; it wouldn't surprise me." "Shirninidy !" thought the sweating baron, cowering beneath the stuffy lounge, where the heat began to be unendurable. "Efery minude vot I lif I at learning somedings. Vhen Cody knows dot apoudt Siins, he v ill squeeze dot willain undil he iss ready to dell der whole troot apoudt Misder Y ohnson Der luckiness oof Schnitzenhauser she iss vav ing again some more. Whoob!" "You can put it up to Sims," continued Madame Le Blanc, "and see if he has the nerve. But I hate to suggest it." "For why?" "Oh, I don't know; it makes me feel queer. Ugh!" "When Buffalo Bill comes here again, try to find out just what he is planning against us-against me. I'll tpis tip to Sims. Then, if you conclude to send Cody and bunch into that alley-say to-morrow night-perhaps something w ill happen. But we won't talk about it, if it gives you the s hivers. Mum's the word, here and els ewhere. And, for goodness' sake, doii.'t 1et your tongue run away with you, for Cody is sha rp as tacks, and more suspicious than a rat before a trap.' "Cody iss nodt some fool, you pedt me!" thought the baron. "Unt me, I am some t'ick headt, eh? Petter you vatch a liddle oudt, Mistler Y ohnson." Tybee Johnson and the woman talked longer but covered much the same ground. Johnson wanted to send after Pawnee Bill a band of thugs who could play the Ute trick to perfection And the thought of being able to get Sim's to strike the scout a deadly blow allured him. Still, ruled by caution, he had reached no definite de cision when he left the room. Yet the baron was sure that the plans would be car ried out, so far as the road agents were able to carry them CHAPTER VI. THE BARON'S ESCAPE. The departure of Johnson caused the black cat, that was the especial pet of its mistress, to dart in fear under the lounge. Discovering the baron, though previously awaFe that he was there caused the little beast to arch its back and spit angrily. Thereupon, Madame Le Blanc came over to the lounge, giving the baron a shiver of fear. "What is it, Pluto?" she asked. "Is there a rat under the lounge?" "Fairst I am a t'ick headt, unt now I am a rat! Himmelblitzen !" The baron tried to lie snug and quiet, intending to remain there until the woman's departure from the r oom gave him a chance to escape. But the cat threatened his hasty undoing. It spat at him again, gave him a rake on the shoul der, and backed away, though it did not depart. "You're a foolish Pluto," said the woman; "there isn't anything there." "Notting at all," breathed the baron. "Y oost you go avay kvick." But Madame Le Blanc stooped down to draw the cat from under the lounge, and, in doing so, put her hand on the baron's leg. If she had been a n ordinary woman she would have screamed, and, perhaps, would have run from the room. But, being of a ve ry different order, she simply lifted the edge of the loose lounge covering enough to make sure she was not mistaken, and pulled out the cat. Then she pitched it to the floor, and, moving to the head of the lounge, she drew from her bosom a revo lver. -"Come out of there!" she commanded, cocking the weapon 1 For a second the baron "sweat blood. "Come out," she ordered, "or I shall shoot you where you are!" But the 'momentary delay had given the baron time to think, and h e now acted. He rose up under the lounge lifting it bodily, and turned it over on its end,

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. with a push that smashed it against her and threw her down. As the lounge fell with a crash, carrying Madame Le Blanc before it, her revolver was discharged. The baron caught away the lounge covering and drew it round his head and shoulders, so that it enveloped him, as it fell about him, from head to foot. The next instant he was toward the door which opened into the red-lighted hall. Though dazed by her fall, Madam Le Blanc fired again, sending the bullet through the door panel not a foot from the baron's head. Then he crashed through the door, nearly tearing it from its hinges, and went down the stairs in a 1 series of wild jumps that came near being his undoing, for the lounge covering caught and tripped his feet as he reached the bottom. But it was as well that this happened. The lower door flew open, the knob turtled by the doorkeeper, who had heard the shot and the crash; and the baron was hurled against him, so that both went through to. gether, falling in the alley. The baron fell on top, and the next instant he had wrapped the red lounge covering round the head of the doorkeeper, and was making tracks through the alley Instead of trying to escape throtJgh the gaming place, which he had used before, he looked for another way o ut, for he did not want to disclose his identity to any one in the gaming room, as he would surely do if he ran through it. Behind him he heard the startled yells of the door keeper, and, farther off, the high-keyed voice of Ma dame Le Blanc. "I ton' dt know vare I am going, budt I am on my vay !" he muttered, as he flew for safety, seeing ahead o f him a dim light. He fetched up in another short alley that had walls like a house. Two minutes later he was in a narrow street. Here he recognized his surroundings. Half a block away was the main street, brilliantly l;ghted, filled with night crowds, and lined with saloons and gambling houses. Before reaching this street the baron stopped, and stepped into a doorway. "I ton'dt vant to go on mit heavy pants. Somepody mighdt
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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 17 o rdered him out at the point of my revolver. Instead of crawling out, as I expected he would, he ro?e up and threw the lounge on me. I tried to shoot him as he ran oui at the door over there, but he got away. Lofton says he thinks the fellow was Garry Mc Keown." "I hope so. You didn't get to see him?" Johnson dropped into a chair. His face looked sud denly pasty under the red light, and he was trembling. "He threw the lounge on me, and knocked me down with it. Then, when he ran, he had that lounge cov ering round him, so I couldn't see who he was." She picked up the cover from the chair where she had thrown it. "I hope Lofton is right," the sheriff said. "But I can't forget tha't a man with last week's password trie.d to get into the lodge rooms, and he may have come this way when he was chased. If he did, and--'' 1'You're a nice, loving husband, you are, Tybee Johnson!" "What's the matter now?" he demanded. "You haven't asked whether I was hurt, or any thina-after I had told you that the lounge was thrown on and I was khocked by it to the floor. All you're thinking about is your own possible danger." "It's enough to think about," he grumbled. "Were you hurt?" "I don't think so-not much, anyway; though, at the moment, I thought I was half killed. Whoever. it was under that lounge, he must have heard all we said, and you know what we were talking about. I think you'd better see Garry McKeown and find out if it was him." "He wouldn't admit it. But I'll see him and accuse him of it, and maybe I can find out. If it was, I'll slip him a hundred dollars and tell him to keep still He got out of the chair heavily and walked round the room. The cat ran out of its hiding place, and he kicked at it. "H it hadn't been for the cat I wouldn't have known the man was there," she urged. "And if you hadn't lost your wits when you maqe the discovery you'd have kept quiet and slipped me word, and the fellow could have been captured "I was a fool, there," she admitted bitterly. "But it's too late to talk about that. If that was one of Buffalo Bill's men--" He stopped in his walk. "Well, they'll be on, and you know what that means. We said enough to condemn both of us." "Now, you're getting scared." "I am-if it was one of Cody's men! But I'll see McKeown." He went down by the front way, and had a talk with Lofton, the doorkeeper, after which hefelt better, Lofton, letting his imagination rove, was becommg more certain every minute that the man who had been in the fortune tellei:'s room upstairs was the sneak thief, Garry McKeown / In the main street outside, the baron was moving alortg' slowly, making his way toward the Silver Nugget, where he expected to find Buffalo Bill. The placid manner with which he puffed at his big pipe gave no l).int of the thoughts stirring in his shrewd German mind. Tybee Johnson, hastening to the Silver Nugget, of which, as has been said, he was the proprietor, passed the slow-moving German, hi!11 a look. "A fine nighdt, Mistler Yohnson, said the baron. CHAPTER VII. CAPTURED BY THE UTES. Pawnee Bill, out in the Perdidas valley, had adven tures of his own, though the time was a bit later. It will be recalled that Pawnee had taken old Nick Nomad and Little Cayuse, and had started out in the night for the Perdidas, to try to discover if the missing girl, Olive Merrill, was with old Porcupine and his Utes; the tip on which he was working having been given by Madame Le Blan:. . But, while Pawnee was still resting in the bel.1ef that the fortune teller could be depended on to aid Buf falo Bill against Tybee Johnson, he was taking no chances, for Tybee had swarms of spies in Silver Bow, and the likelihood that men would be sent out to am buscade his party was never absent from Pawnee's mind. To guard against surprise, Pawnee and his followers deviated from the mountain trail, when they were no more than a mile or so beyond the town, and descended into the valley of the Perdidas by another way, as day was breaking. From a hill they. now took a look over the valley, searching it for signs of Ute occupancy. "Them ki-yis, ye recklect," observed Nomad, "warn't nowhar rot.ind when we set them claim stakes. Tharfore, I reckon we can safe slide down an' see ef Johnson's gang has moved 'em ." . "No see um Utes," said Little Cayuse, shading his eyes with his brown palm. "Still, they may be there," declared Pawnee Bill. "But we'll go down and have a look." They forded the river and descended on the farther side. When they got down to the placer claim they found that the claim stakes had not only been moved, but that others had been set up instead. "Waugh!" Nomad rumbled. "Tybee Johnson has been at work hyar." "Well, it won't do him any good. He take away men's rights in a mining claim by domg some thing wrong himself," Pawnee declared. "I'm no law sharp myself, old Diamond, but it doesn't take a lawyer to know that much." "He can make work for law sharps a heap, though, and a whole lot o' worry fer Buffier, by
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18 THI:. BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. girl out of the country, so that we could h o ld the s e claims for ourselves, and that we had planned to take them for our own when we went into the thing. And there are men in Silver Bow believing it. S o you see we have got to find her, i'f for no other reason than to prove we couldn't dream of doing a thing of that kind." Swinging down from Hide-rack, Nomad began to inspect the new claim stakes. "Waugh!" he exclaimed. "Looky hyar. A Ute moccasin track. Great snakes! Ye don't allow thet ther Utes could 'a' changed the s e stakes, do ye? Little Cayuse flashed his revolver and swung round. "Plenty Ute!" he "Wuh !" He and Nomad were on the ground, but Pawnee was in the saddle when the discovery was made that they were surrounded by lJtes. Every bush and rock had hid one, but now they were sliding into view, more than a score in number. The remarkable thing, which did not escape attention, was that the Utes were in war paint. These Utes, heretofore, had not been of the war paint variety; they had seemed to be a degraded type of redskins, existing only for the purpose of loafing, begging, and drinking whisky when they could get it. Old Porcupine, their chief, had been as bad as the rest of them. "Wuh !" exclaimed the Piute. "Me no like." Pa\vnee's hand had dropped to his revolver and Nomad was fingering the lock of his rifle, at the same time m o ving toward Hide-rack. I reckon, Pawnee, et's a fight, said Nomad; "plum' l oo ks et." "On-she-ma-da You're right. But mebby s o there's some misunderstanding. Can this .be old Porcupine's dirty crowd?" "Off ther is ale Porkypine hisself, ef my eyes ain't in er eclipse. He's got a shiny new rifle, and seefos ter be ready ter plug ye, an' is w arin' feathers ernough ter fit out a bonnet fer any s'ciety lady. I can get him frum hyar, ef ye gives me ther word and then we can jump fer et. "Recklect," Nomad added, when &aw Pawnee Bill hesitating, "thet ole Porkypine ain t got no likin' fer ye. We dipped in, ye know, and whipped his crowd good, or, ruther, skeered 'em half ter death, thet time when they war tryin' ter git at Merrill and his gal and Porkypine ain't forgot et." Suddenly old Porcupine called out a command t o surrender, wording it in fair enough Engli sh, and threw up his shining rifle to emphasize the command. -"Is this the way to treat friend s?" cried Pawnee. with a grim attempt at humor. "vVe con1e seeking y ou, with honey on our lips and--" He stopped suddenly. The object of their search, Olive Merrill, had risen into view, close beside the threatening Ute chief. "Don't make a fight," she urged "for y o u will be killed if you do." "\Vaugh!" grunted Nomad. "She is shore with 'em. I Yit she d o n't s eem ter be no pris'ner, what we expected." Little Cayuse, reaching the side of Navi, sprang nimbly to the back of the pony. A dozen rifles and revolvers covered him. "Don't try it!" cried the girl. "Yol.1'll be killed." "Wuh the Piute shouted, ready for a fight and a race. "Mebbyso we be killed anyhow, huh?" "You'll be killed, if you try to get away,' she said, coming forward. "You see the Utes and there are more farther back. You can't get away." "It begins to l o ok as if we chased ourselves down here on a fool's errand," Pawnee said to her "'vVe came down here looking for you, because it had been suggested you had been captured by the Utes, though it seemed unlikely." -"I was," she declared. "You don't seem to be a prisoner "I am, and so is i11y father!" "Waugh!" sputtered N o mad. "He s hyar t oo Thet's plum' cur'us, fer he war mis s in' out
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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. .. cause it seemed the only thing possible, without a fight if the white men are honest. If the Utes are permitted in which the chances were they would be cut down. to have it they will not take up the hatchet, but will "I'd rather be a prisoner than a dead man, old Dialet me and my father go, and also will release you and mond," said Pawnee to the grumbling borderman; your friends." "that's the way I look at it. So I vote to lay down "So that's the way the land lies?" our arms and be peaceable. If we don't like conditions "For that reason I have decided to give up any afterward, we can probably jump out. At any rate, we claim I may have to the placer." won't be held long before Pard Cody will be down "You'd turn it over to the Utes?" here seeing what is the matter." "Young lady, ye don't seem te: know ther great Not without many expressed misgivings did old vally o' thet sand bank o' gold!" said Nomad. Nomad yield up his weapons t-0 the Utes who hustled "I value people's lives more," she declared. "The forward to get them. Utes are ready to fight; some of the younger men But the power of the girl with these Utes was shown are wild for it. They will raid the country. Houses to be considerable. At any rate, she was able to sway will be burned, and men, women, and children will be old Porcupine, and, through him, rule them, even killed. I should feel responsible, so I give it up. The though, when the surrender was made, some of the Utes can have it." m ore vicious of the redskins showed a lively desire to "I rather think," said Pawnee, dropping his voice, want to make use of their hatchets. I "that these Utes would turn tail and chase themselves The prisoners were conducted away from the river, out' of this country faster than they ever: came into it, and were held without being bound. They were per-if they once butted into the white men. So I think mitted to talk with Porcupine and the girl. Mark Meryou're foolish." 1 rill was there, also as a prisoner, but not bound, and he But she was obdurate on that point. She felt that showed an eager readiness to enlighten the new prisshe was called on to sacrifice the mine to save lives. oners. But the girl did most of the speaking, and Then she told how she had fallen into the hands of Pawnee's questions were chiefly directed to her. the Utes. "It's the placer," she repeated. "Porcupine says that "Thet 'ere's been er puzzler ter me," Nomad urged, it belongs to the Utes, because I was living with them questioning her about it. "You war over ter San Juan when I found it, and they first worked it. They kept an' so was yer clad; an' th er Utes war out this erway. all knowledge of it from the white men as long as they Besides, you war in ther town; and how ther Utes got for they the wryite men in Silver Bow ye out, an' down hyar, has gummed up ther cogs o' my wotild try to take 1t from them. When trouble,came thinkin' machine." first they fled, being afraid of the white men; but "Make um pasear over to San Juan," grunted old then they met a large number of Utes that had gone Porcupine, overhearing this. down to the Perdidas from the Nueces. You've no"The Utes had fled from here, you recollect," ex-ticed how many Utes there are here." .plained the girl. "They went toward San Juan, then. "It's too apparent," said Pawnee, with a smile. He They were under cover close by the trail when father was determined to meet the unpleasant situation in a and I went through to San Juan in the stage, and so light-hearted manner. "When the rocks blossomed they saw us. \\ith their head feathers I thought the land was sud"That afternoon, when I went out to buy a few derrry sprouting bushes with plumes for flowers." things, a Ute woman, whom I knew well, came up to "An' ther paint!" said Nomad. "They must er been me on the street, and said that her baby, in a tepee just robbin' a paint store recent.'' outside of the town, was very sick. She begged me to "There are a hundred Ute warriors here, and near go out and see if I couldn\t do something for it. She here," said the girl; "and more are coming. By tohad come in to look for a doctor, but pref erred that I morrow Porcupine will have two hundred warriors. should go. She said several of the Utes who had fled It has made him bold, and he is ready to fight." from this place were in camp together, and most of "Ai!" the chief grunted. He understood every them were a fr aid to enter San Juan. word. "Fight white tinhorn quick for the gold in "So I went, for I l:iad helped her once before. When river." I got there I found there was no sick baby, I was "And you?" asked Pawnee of the girl. "I admit held. She had been senl:in by the Utes to get me to that I don't understand your attitude." come out, so they could hold 1 me." She lowered her voice. "Which et plum' proves thet er Ute's word ain't wuth "All this trouble was because that placer is shucks," said Nomad, who still refused to resign him eing claimed for me; so the Utes understand it, anyself to the situation. ay. They say that Pa-e-has-ka and the men of "The Utes pulled down their tepees and started off ilver Bow have said they will take it for me, but the with me, in this direction. But they camped that night tes believe the white men are thieves and want it by the trail. They were not far off when the stage or themselves. The Utes say that if I send word came by and was attacked. Father was in the stage, o Pa-e-has-ka and the white men that I don't want and he escaped by running. But he ran into the midst e placer, but want the Utes to have it, that will show of the Utes. That explains why he is here now.''

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20 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "Easy easy," assented Pavvnee, "when you know how it all happened. It looked like a big mystery, and it isn't." "Then," said the girl, "they eame on to the Perdidas." "And laid fer us," growled Nomad. "They shore collected healthy specimens." "Which is the same as to say that we were all fools," said Pawnee, with a laugh, stil1 determined to face the situation with a light heart. "I ain't plasterin' any burs and nettles in with my words," declared Nomad, "but ef anybody thinks thet he feels 'em stickin' him, et ain't my fault." "You old cimarron, you'd rather have loped off with a load of Ute lead under your hide! Is that it?" "Mebbyso," the borderman admitted, with a grin. "Anyhow, thar'd shore been some Utes carryin' tnine." "Me no like um git killed," said the Piute, "but me no like um this." "You've got company, Cayuse," said Pawnee. CHAPTER VIII. PAWNEE'S PLAN. "Aire we goin' ter set hyar like er row o' bumps on er log, an' wait fer ther skies ter rain down friends an' liberty, er aire we goin' ter tty ter carve out our own salvation?" grumbled Nomad, some hours after ward, when his patience was becoming overstrained. "I have been some time planning how we can do a little of that kind of carving, old Diamond," Pawnee answered mildly. "Well, I ain't heerd et!" "I haven't planned it yet, to my own comglete satis faction. I don't want to raise your hopes, and then have 'em drop with a squash like a rotten melon." "Waal, suthin' has plum' got ter be did. Night is a-comin' on, an' this hyar hunkerin' down 'mongst these Utes is makin' me as tired as a settin' hen. \Vhat' s yer plan, so fur as you has shaped et?" "They're too many to fight." "Don't I know et? A hundred red ki-yis, wi' knives an' guns, not ter mention revolvers an' lances. Shore we cain't fight 'em. Et will have ter be er sneak in the dark. Off thar is tber Percliclas, and down by et is ole Hide-rack, tergether with Chick-Chick and Navi, along o' the Ute caballos. Ef I c'd git my legs over Hide-rack, with good dark rour1d me, I'd shore give ther Utes er run fer their money." "We want to take the girl and her father with us, when we make our break," said Pawnee. "It seems to me that's almost as important as getting away selves." "Waugh! They wouldn't go. Thet gal is plum' bent on sacerficin' her 1fool self, and her dad with her. Jes' bercause she has wi' ole Porcypine's Utes, and knows 'em so well, bein' brought up with em fri'.1m a baby, she thinks duty is bawlin' at her through er golden trumpet, stand by 'em now. Er waugh An' thet, arter ther scan'lous way they has treated her!" "That's hardly a fair statement, old Diamond!" Pawnee urged. "She thinks if she stays now with the Utes, for a time, and gives over all claim to the placer, she will keep the Utes from rushing out and killing a lot of white women and cIUldren." "She'd ort ter know they'd git wiped out tharselves
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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 21 I "So thet's yer plan?" "Yes." The old borderman passed his fingers through his beard, while he reflected on this. "Thar ain't but three of us-you an' me an' Little Cayuse," he muttered. "An' we aire asked ter handle two live people, and git out er ther camp with 'em . Still, I reckon we c'd do et-at a pinch." "What do you think of me sounding Merrill?" "\!\Taal, he's a bat, so ye cain't tell what he'd do. It'd be as safe guessin' which way er cat would jump. Las' week he war wi-ld erg'inst ther Utes, 'cause they war holdin' his gal, and had massacreed his fambly. he's hyar, meek ez a vi'let an apeerently as dang'r ous Whatever he reckons is ther best fer his gal he'll do." "I think that's a safe guess. And if I could get him to see that it is best for his daughter to be taken out of the camp and back to Silver Bow, he might fall in with my plan. Then he would be helping instead of hindering us." "On ther other hand," said Iornad, "ef he didn't fall in with et, an' blabbed et to his gal, fat would be in ther fire. Still, mebbe ye c' d resk et." 1 Though Pawnee Bill now made up his mind to put this to the test, he found no good oppo rtunit y for a talk with the old hermit until after the Ute supper time, when the night was settling down. Merrill was sitting apart, gnawing at a bone given to him by one of the Utes. "I don't know whether this here is beef bone er pony," he grumbled, as Pawnee dropped down by him; "'tain't big enough fer elephant, and it's too big for dog, an' tastes like a mixture o' charcoal and burned leather. Hope they're givin' you enough to eat, Major Lillie; they ain't me!" "I think I' cl order more and better, if I could hit a restaurant. I don't find it any fun, being held in this ,,ay, eYen if the Utes aren't swingin' hatchets at our heads." "Me neither." "Still, you think you'll stay?" :'.\lerrill glanced round warily. "But fer Olive I wouldn't-not a minute longer'n I had tq." "You haven't any cause to like Utes, of course." :'.\Ierrill choked on the meat he had chewed from the bone, and snarled wolfishly. 'Not me! There are some things I'll never ferget. But it don't do to think of 'em here now. If I let my mind run on 'em I'd grab the first knife I saw handy and jump for old Porcupine. But, then, what'd happen to Olive? That's what keeps me quiet." Ile applied himself to the bone, and round again. "You know what her idea is. Her mother was killed by the Utes, and she was carried off by 'em hen she was little. She don't want that to happen to any other mothers and children." "But would it?" asked Pawnee. "These are some o' the same Utes that was at Meeker. You know what was done, then. They killed the agent, burned hou s es, slaughtered, then run off stock. What was it they didn't do? Old Porcupine was one of 'em, the old fiend!" 'Conditions have changed since then," said Paw nee, studying his li' ne of attack. "The Utes were powerful, and the whites were few, at the time of the Meeker massacre. Off here a few miles is Silver Bow, filled with white men. The knowledge of that will make the Utes go slow." "Olive don't think it." "The Utes have been;, partially civilized since then." "Huh! Do they look it now, with their paint and feathers?" "They have learned the taste of whisky, and it has weakened them. And they have learned to love the white man's gold, and the things it will buy. That's why they want this placer, and--" "And they say they're goin' to have it or blood!" "Between this s pot and Silver Bow are only a few miners-no women and children; and the Utes would move along that line if--" "They' cl strike the settlers in the valley furder down -that's what Olive says ." 1 "If we should jump out of the camp to-night, the Utes \\"Ould move in the direction of Silver Bow, in pursuit of us. This would draw them awa)J from the lower valley, with its settlers. And, before 'hey could back-track and do harm there, my pard, Buffalo Bill, would have enough fighting men behind him to make them hike for the tall timbers." "I'd like to be in his crowd chasin' 'em, with my old rifle across my saddle," Merrill growled. "You don't think your daughter would be willing to leave to-night?" "No, she wouldn't. She's a curious girl, on account of being with the Indians so long, I reckon; she's got a streak of Ute stubbornr1ti>" ::. 1::er, mixed with a new and ingrowin' desire to help the Utes and save the lives of white people. I've1 had a lot of talk with her about it. She wouldn't go, if she had the chance, and the Utes wouldn't give her the chance, nohow." "But you'd go, if you had the chance?" "I wouldn't leave Olive. She might need me. Utes, as I look at 'em, are half human and half wolf. Meb byso when they are lo okin' the most amiable they'd turn against her for somethin'. Then I'd be needed. My o ld life ain"t worth much any more. More'n ten years of it was spent in a lunatic asylum, on account of that Meeker business, and what's left of me ain't nowise nluable. But I can still swing a knife and wield a gun, and, if trouble comes. I shore would stand up for Olive against the whole Ute nation." It was a sentiment which Pawnee Bill could applaud. "Her danger is great here, then, as you see it?" queried Pawnee continuing his attack.

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22 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "Yes; but she don't see it. She don't want to see it.1 "Then it isn't r ight for her to be left here, where she is exposed to such danger." "Well, what can I do?" whined Merrill. "She's got her own ideas, and won't see mine. What can I do?" "I've been thinking of this," said Pawnee, "and I'm now going to put it up to you. Olive ought not to be permitted to follow the course she has chosen, and should-" "But what can I do?" Merrill interrupted. "To-night my friends and I are going to get out of this Ute camp. We think we can make it by a sneak, while the Utes are enjoying their usual vaudeville per formance. Our horses are with the Ute caballos, down by the river, and, as they're not far off, we ought to reach them without trouble. We could take along some of the caballos, for good measure, if we need them. I'm inviting you and your daughter to go with us. "She wouldn't," Merrill declared. "But wouldn't you think yourself justified in using force? All that the Utes are holding her for is be cause they want the placer Yet it is her property, by right of discovery. You know that my pards and I have filed claims for it, which we intend to turn over to her. The Utes think the placer spells for them un limited whisky and laziness. They deserve nothing at her hands. Old Porcupine is the murderer of her mother, and for years he kept her in his dirty tepee, as one of his family, trying to make her believe she was a half blood. Now he is still trying to hold her, after having kidnaped her through deceit. She owes to Porcupine and his Utes nothing but everlasting hatred and contempt." "You're right in that, { said Merrill, his voice rising. "So it seems to me that you ought to see it as we do-that s is, through a whim, foolishly sacrificing hers elf for a Jot of undeserving whelps who, if they had received their just deserts, would long ago have made t he acquaintance of the hangman's rope." "I'm to tell her so," said Merrill. 1'No; do that. Just now she is looking at everything crooked. But my plan is, when the proper time comes, to throw a blanket over her and run with her down to where the horses are. I'll send Nomad and Cayuse ahead; they're so s l ippery they can do it; and th e y can have the horses ready-enough horses for the five of us." Merrill had dropped the bone and, sat breathing the old Ute hatred clutching him by the throat. "You' re right, Major Lillie," he said; "you're ever lastingly right!" "And my plan-what do you think of it?" "It's a good one," he declared, nodding his head; "and I'll help you carry it out." But when the darknes? thickened, the prisoners found they were not to have things their own way. CHAPTER IX. THE PLAN ALTERED. Porcupine was a shrewd old rascal. Perhaps he sus pected the plan that Pawnee Bill had been incubating. At any rate, he set armed guards over Pawnee and his pards, soon after dark. He made no show about it, no threatening announcement, but, one after another Utes, with arms in their hands, dropped down close to the three prisoners, filled pipes, and sat cross legged, smoki g while they watched. jWhen the first of the guards came, old Nomad fumed, because the Ute was armed with the border rnan's own rifle Still, he was not displeased. "I sees whar et's up ter me ter break a ki-yi's head when ther time comes, an' collect thet gun," he reflected. / But when more guards came and deposited them selves on the ground he disliked the looks of the situ ation. Merrill and his daughter were not guarded, appar though Pawnee Bill shrewdly suspected that they were closely watched He tried to get word to Merrill of the change in the situation, but Merrill did not come near. However, he was sure Merrill could not be unaware of it. "What's ter be did, Pawnee?" Nomad fumed "We'll see later," said Pawnee. "I'm seein' now thet ther trail is tore up an' ther programmy has had a wreck." "Don't sweat, old Diamond," Pawnee urged; "the night isn't done yet." "More plans has gone to pot by countin chickens be fore they aire hatched than--" "We're not in the hen business, pard," commented Pawnee serenely. / 'Furious with impotent rage, the borderman glared round. "Waugh!" he growled. down toward ther river. kite out by hisself ?" "Ther hermit is potterin' D'ye reckon he's gain' t e r His attention thus drawn, Pawnee Bill saw Merrill

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j THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 23 moving at a sauntering gait in the direction indicated. .\5 Utes were down by the stream, it did not appear that Merrill had thoughts of trying to get away. He seemed only taking advantage of the license afforded, tQ stroll about and stretch his legs. But, a few minutes, it was observed that Olive Merrill left the cooking fire, where she had been crouched with some of the Ute women, and followed her father. Nomad cast a glance at the guards, saw that they were not these movements, and, after hitching cl;ser to Pawnee Bill, commented again: "Thet gal, with her crooked idees o' Utes, is fig gerin' thet her clad is thinkin' o' rnakin' a sneak; an' is plannin' ter give him ther double cross, ef he tries et. Waugh!" said Pawnee; but he did not seem conrinced. "Ef not-what?" Merrill was now learning that for himself down by the river. Ile had not gone down there to try to get away. He had seen the armed guards. Puzzled, he had sought for a quieter place, where he could think. His head was beginning to spin in a way that disturbed him .. It wa not a new feeling. In the old days it had come to him, more than once, as a precur sor of a term of insanity, in which he became a crafty and murderous avenger of the wrongs the Utes had done him. It frightened him now. Pawnee's words had seemed to start it, and be knew, if it went on, he would soon be nmning amuck through the Ute village to his death, wild as a Malay. Turning about, with the new frenzy shaking him, he encountered his daughter. "Olive!" he exclaimed. 3he did not see the fire in his eyes and the froth that was flecking his lips. "Father," she said, putting her hand o n his s h o ulder, "I have been wanting a talk with you "Yes?" he saict softened. "We can't talk long, for the Utes will be watching us; but-I want to get away!" .\ cool wind seemed blown through his heated brain, cleansing it. "What is that?'' he asked, his voice shaking. "I wanted to ask if you didn't think we might get away to-night?" "You would leave the Utes ?" "I don't want to, but I must. Something has hap pened which makes it seem that I can't stay here any longer. I can't think of the Utes now; I've got to think of myself." "Yes, I'm listening," he said, his voice trembling; ''I'm listening." "It came with the other Utes-this new trouble. There's a chief with them, a young subchief; and-he has been insulting me." Merrill uttered a hoarse growl. "Now, don't get excited!" she begged. "Just listen to me. This young chief is afraid of Porcupine. But if anything should happen to Porcupine, the yo1111g chief would make me become his wife." "Point him out to me!" said Merrill, his voice rising. "No! Listen to me. If you should attack him, every white man here would be killed. Can't you see that? You would be killed. That is not the way to go about\jt. The thing for us to do is to get away together to-night." Instantly Ilfind returned to the plan that had been proposed by Pawnee Bill. "Some of the things you used to do were smartyou've told me about them," she reminded; "so maybe we can do it." "Yes, I've got a plan," he declared. "Major Lillie s uggested it, not two hours ago. But it will have to be changed. Let me see!" The old-time cunning and craft began to come back to him, lacking the old insanity, however. "Let me see! Nomad and the Piute was to sneak down and get the horses ready. Then I was to force you to go with us, and Lillie and I was to get you out of the camp. But Lillie didn't figure on the Ute guards. Now, the thing for you to do will be to get the horses ;eady; five horses we'll want-their three and two of the Utes'. Hide some revolvers and ca'tridges under your blanket before you start. An other thing that might be a good idea: This time you haven't put Indian paint on your face; but you used to put on Ute paint, and can do it quick, I reckon. Paint up, and the Utes will think more than ever you're one with 'em again. My notion for it is that if they should be watchin' you to-night, as is likely, with your face painted and a blanket about you, in the dark, you could slip round easier without being noticed all the time; you'd look a good deal like the Ute women. That would help you in sneakin' out of the camp. And for me--I'll take a chance to get down under the willows by the river. I'll pinch a pistol, or you can furnish

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24 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. me one; and then, when I think you've had time, I'll begin to shoot holes in the air and yell like a band of wild cat91 That ought to stir the attention of them guards so that it would give Lillie and his friends a chance to make their jump for life and liberty. That's it-that's the ticket." Now, that it had started, his mind was working lihle lightning. The mental shock the girl was given by the dis covery that Pawnee Bill had contemplated rather high handed methods passed away before Merrill had fin ished his hurried outline. "It seems desperate," she said; "but, of course, we oughtn't think of going without helpin' them to go, too." "We ain't going to think of it-no need to. And if a fight follows, we'd want them men bad. That's why I said for you to rake together what revolvers and ca tridges you could. The Utes will make a chaseyou can count on it. They're holding you to get the placer, and Lillie and his crowd to use as a club to break Buffalo Bill's head with, if he comes out with a lot of men from the town. I understand Indians'specially Utes. I've had a reason to understand Utes. So they'll follow, and there will be a fight, if we can't outrun 'em. We've got to whip 'em off; otherwise well, our last case would be a deal worse than our first. What do you think of it?" "I don't know what to think of it," she said, press ing her hapds to her forehead. "You haven't'kiven me time to think. But I've got to get out." "That's the plan, then." "Suppose they catch you down by the river?" "Maybe I'd turn my revolver on the Utes, and maybe I'd play that I had gone sudden crazy; it would de pend. If you had the horses goin' and was getting away, I reckon I'd fight the Utes, and try to get to you LBut if you hadn't done that, I reckon I'd play crazy; and then wait for another chance." I "But if your noise didn't help Pawnee Bill and his men?" "It'd depend, as I said. Nobody can see to the end of a plan. We'll have to take the chances, and they'll have to take 'em. But if word could be slipped to 'em about this, so's they'd be ready, we'd all be ready to take advantage of openings. And it will be better for me to try my plan. You can be face paintin' and stick ing feathers in your hair and making a Ute out of yourself again, while I do it. How I hate them Utes !" "We'll try it, she said, in her desperation. CHAPTER X. THE GET-AWAY. When Olive Merrill saw the dancers stripping and painting for their savage performance, she understood full well that old Porcupine was urging them on that he might get them in fighting trim for a possible clash with the whites. Her determination would have fal tered, but for the annoying attentions which the young subchief again began. He came into the tepee of old Porcupine, where she was painting her face and feathering her hair and regardless of the other occupants, he recommenced his blunt love talk. Old Porcupine was outside, receiving messages from certain scouts who had come in, and giving attention to the darlce preparations. "He does not care," said the young chief, nodding his feathered head in the direction of Porcupine. "He knows if my Utes help him I must have my way." But when he tried to put his arms round her, and she drew out a knife, he stepped back. "You ought to be pleased ," he s aid ; "for, see, I am a chief! I have thirty warri o rs who follow me; only pne other chief of the Utes has more and I ha v e a herd of a hundred ponies. When I saw you painting I thought you intended to be all 11 te again ." She warned him angrily to leave her. And then one of the squaws coming to her rescue and la s hing him with her tongue, he got up with a scowl and went out. The girl feverishly finished her face painting, smear ing the pigment where once she had taken delight in fancy touches. Then she wrapp .ed her gray blanket round her, and, lifting the tepee covering at the rear stepped out there, instead of leaving by the fr o nt. Her father was suggesting the revised plan t o Paw nee Bill at the time, she judged, for he was sitting near him, close by the fire that lighted the pri so ners and their guards. When Olive turned in the direction of the river she became aware, before she had gone far, that the young subchief was following her. She turned back, then. She remembered that she had no weapon but the knife in her blanket, and h e r father had told her to collect revolvers. She would need a revolver, and would use it, she resolved, if the subchief persisted in his annoyance. It was not easy to collect revolvers and Nearly all the braves who had weapons of kind were proudly wearing them, with crammed cartridge belts. .. r.!q

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/' THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. But in Porcupine's tepee she got two new pistols, without the knowiedge of the squaws, and in another tepee, which she found deserted of its occupants, she got two more, with two belts of cartridges. "I ought to have five-one for each," she muttered. "But the men can have the revolve'rs, and I'll keep the knife." Again, when she turned toward the river, she saw that the subchief still was behind her. She clutched tighter the revolvers she had collected. It began to seem that she would need to use against him. Though she hurried on rapidly as she approached the stream, she did not throw off her red pursuer, who called to her, as she gained the high bank overlooking the water. She stopped then, and turned defiantly. "If you come on," she warned, "I shall shoot you!" The threat was in good Ute, and he understood it; but it qnly made him laugh. "Shoot!" he cried. "A woman does not shoot a chief who is in love with her." A revolver flashed in her hand, and he saw its glit ter under the starlight; but he only laughed again and continued to advance. Shaken by a terror she had never felt before, Olive raised the weapon and fired straight at him. She saw him throw up his hands and tumble to the ground, as the weapon drove out its cloud of smoke and fire; then she turned and ran as if all the furies pursued her. For a minute Olive lost her head; but, on hearing a roar break forth in the camp, she what it was she had meant to do. The girl was still so blinded with terror, and the horror of the thing she had done, that she was thinking only of herself. But, when she saw the ponies before her in the starlight, and made out the larger forms of the white men's anii;nals, she began to wonder if she could not still help the white men, and particularly her father. She could desert her father. With the wild thought of getting horses and riding back the camp, she began to cut the rope hobbles. Then she heard men running toward her. . "It's too late!" she thought, sure that the runners were Utes. But :\yhen she heard the voices _of white men-with others, t!J._ e ,voice of her father-she dung blindly to the mane of the horse she had been loosing. The plan, formed by Pawnee and revised by the hermit, had been disordered through the interference of the ardent subchief. Merrill had been flinging scrappy fragments of the new idea to Pawnee, under cover of the drum beating which had started up, while he warily guarded against the armed watchers understanding him. Then came the revolver shot by the river The drum beating ended, the dancers stopped their howls and their posturing, the tepees were vacated by their occupants, while the guards sprang up, and every one stared in the direction of the river. The Utes, bewildered, anticipated the beginning of an attack by white men. Pawnee's company did not know what it meant; but they had seen the girl pass toward the river. That she had been followed by the young chief they had not observed, as they were not watching for tha.t, and In dians were moving about more or less all over the camp. One thing they knew, however. The thing they had been planning-the attraction of the guards' attention-had been accomplished without and act of theirs. It seems to be up to them to take advantage of it. They acted instinctively, without orders. Nomad's roar rosel-a terrifying sound whenever it ripped through the blackness of night, and he jumped for the guard who had his rifle. The guard went down under the rush, and Nomad, catching up the rifle, struck him on the head with it, and tore on, yelling like a maniac. Pawnee followed, snatching a lance from another guard as he kept at the borderman' s heels. Then came Merrill, and the young Piute; the yells of the Piute equaling those of Nomad, though they had a wolfish variety that the old man's whooping lacked. The dazed Utes and the startled guards did not re cover their faculties until the prisoners had covered a dozen big leaps. But the uproar was so vociferous that Nomad's madqest howling paled into insignifi cance; and it was little wonder that the scare<:! girl down by the pony herd came near losing all sense of what she was trying to do. Mingled with the wild Ute yells and roars of rage came a popping of rifles and revolvers anc! a whistling of lances. The dazed redskins now got in motion and charged toward the river, hard after the escaping prisoners. \ But, having previously located the pony herd and laid out the line of their flight, the white and the

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I THE' BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. Piute, who were good runners, kept well in the lead. I n th e e x citement all the Ute bullets went high the ir heads and the lances fell far short. T h e girl had unhobbled the horses and the ponies that s he had selected blindly; but they were startled and s howing s igns of running away, when tHe borderrna n d rew near with the others close behind him. "Whar away? he bellowed. "Here! s he shrieked "Here!" "All right, little gal; we're all comin'.' Ev er y thing was coming apparently-even the In d ia n dogs had joined in and were baying in loud-voiced ch o rus "Here they are!" she chattered. I "All right ," N o mad roared at her. "Climb the one the t' s nighest ye. We'll lo o k out fer ourselves." She scrambled to the back of the pony, though it had o n neither bridle n o r saddle, and turned it, snorting, into the ri v er trail. N o mad made for Hide-rack, and Pawnee for Chick C hick. Little Cayu s e s eized an Indian pon y tor Mer rill flung it round to him with a jerk on its mane, and th e n with a jump straddled Navi . His Piute yell rang out again, thi s time defiantly. The Utes once m o re o pened with their rattling fire of rifles and revol v ers, but they seemed t o be shooting at the stars or the bullet s went high and wild. After th(4t it was a race and a running fight. As the Utes began to get p o nies and dri v e in pur s uit old Nomad dropped behind and be g an to bang away at them with hi s rifle. This cau sed the girl t o siow her pony, a tqing she found trouble in d o ing and s he passed o v er t o the men the rev o lv e rs and cartridge belt s Having done that, she led th e way again, bein g familiar with the trail while the men b e hind her tried t o make it interesting to their pursuers. But the Utes were still close behind when the river ford was reached, and the purs ued rode their h o r ses into the water. They had gained th e bank and were shooting into the darkness, when the fugiti ves clam bered on the opposite side "Sech a wa s te o' vallyble arnminition never war seen sense ther world war young!" Nomad grunted, as he wheeled Hide-ra,ck and pumped s hots from his re volv ,er. Not a Ute bullet has teched hide ner ha'r; an' half thi s yar ca tridge belt is empty, an' I reckon I ain t d o ne n o better. \ But a g ain th ey d rove o n h e arin g the Ute p o nies spla s hing th e w a ter o n the o ther s ide. CHAPTER XL U AMMER AND TONGS. On the high ground beyond the river the Utes w ere baffled. In crossing the stream a confu s ion had resulted in their ranks, caused by the overeagerne s s which made them all try to drive their ponie s in to the wat e r at the same time. In the mi x -up, some of the flo und e r ing ponies unhorsed their riders, and a pony was drowned. When the pursuit was continued, it was at fir s t o f a scatter e d character, with the fugitive s well ahe ad; then the Utes when they drew together, found that the y could not hear the clatter of hoofs. There is no warier man in the world than an Indian Sure that the fleeing party had left the trail, and p e r haps had abandoned their animals, the Utes began t o suspect that an ambuscade would be the next re ve l a tion. The firing of the white men had shown them t o be armed. So old Porcupine called a halt'. A fter a bri e f conference scouts were thrown o u t to feel the trail the main body of the Utes foll owing slowly. Pawnee Bill and his c o mpanions had left the trail, a s soon a s the y found they could do so s afely.. It brok e the dang e r of a direct pur s uit. A n o ther rea so n a s imp ortant, wa s that it lessened the danger o f runnin g int o an y s et o f thugs that might ha v e follow ed them from the town o f Silver Bow. As a re s ult a thing n o t d e liberat e l y planned, but highly s ati s factor.y, took place. T ybee J o hns o n had sent al o ng the Perdida s trail a number of assa ssins in 'command of Hank Sims. They h a d taken time after lea v ing t o wn in the ni ght, to dis gui se themselve s a s rpuch a s p oss ible t o resemble Utes. The disguisin g wa s n o t o f a fir s t-rate o rder but it promi sed t o pa ss in the d a rkn ess J o hn son's plan a s sented to by Sim s was to way lay Pawnee s party o f three, annihilate it and make it seem that the 1nu' rde rs were the work of Utes. Fate, guided somewhat by fawnee Bill s s hrew d ne s s willed otherwise. Hank Sim s and his as s a s sin band heard the appr o ach o f the scouts who scurded ahead of the main pc:trty looking missing fugitives, and'rjumped t o the cqnclusi o n tllat Pawnee and his were approaching. .. ), .. r. When the Ute scouts had come close enough with their p o nies, Sims rose up beside dim {fa i ( and ;:;1'10uted a plain command to halt. .: bos -, 1

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. The Ute scouts, believing they had found the white fugitives, a ringing volley, and began to drop back to the ni.ain party. Seeing, as he believed, that his holdup game was rtot working with precision, and believing he had only I three men to deal with, and that these must be wiped off the slate at all hazards, Hank Sims ordered his men to pursue and kill them. Each side, being deceived as to the nature of its foes, furnished a singular situation. The retreating Ute scouts fell back no farther than the main )x>dy. Then the Utes under old Porcupine charged through the darkness, with ear-splitting yells a nd revolvers blazing. Two bands of painted and feathered men had rushed at each other in the gloom of the mountain trail, and each received a surprise to be remembered. Hank S ims discovered that he and his men were fighting a band of genuine Ute warriors. And it took no longer t o inform Porcupine's braves the force which s mashed into them was too large to be that which they had followed. It was a melee, and a wild one while it lasted, which was not long. Each was as anxious for a break a w ay as is an overmastered pugilist whose antagonist I is hugging him and hammering his face. Hank Sims roared to his to retreat before they were annihilated. Old Porcupine shrieked the same thing to his warriors. The combatants fell apart. Hank Sims had two men down, but he did not stop t o get them, or. even to see if they ad been killed or were merely wounded. At the head of his demoralized party he hit the trail, in the direction of Silver Bow, e very man driving spurs mercilessly and lashing furi o usly with bridle reins. Porcupine's warriors, after their recoil, seeing that the white men were flying, stopped, in huddled and staring wonder; but they did not pursue. When the last hoof sound had died out they made a s earch of the trail where the wild fight had taken place, and found two men dead. They had one warrior killed and several wounded. 'Under the flare of flimsy torches, it was seen that the dead wrtiite men were striped wondrously with paint and wore the most marvelous assortment of head feathers they had ever beheld. Roosters and turkeys had given up their tail feathers, and millinery stores had parted with their plumes. In-addition, in and by the trail were found a number .. of gray blankets of the kind used by Utes. But these were new, and were eagerly appropriated. Old Porcupine and his followers were not so dull but that they understood quickly something of the meaning of the things they saw. The white men had been playing Utes for the purpose of committing some outrage that could be safely laid at the door of the In dians. Naturally, the discovery enraged them. The torches were cast aside, the dead were left in the trail, and the Ute ponies bore a frantic band 0 angry redskins hard on the heels of the demoralized party that was making its way back to the town. They did not overtake Sims' party, but they came near enough to it to throw into it the liveliest scare the villains ever had been given, and hurled them upon the town in a pell-mell panic. Not until they were in the outer fringe of streets did Hank Sims and his men remember that they were wearing paint and feathers. Then they drew rein, which they could safely do now, as the Utes had stopped farther out. They took stock, too, of their condition, as well as their appearance. "Two missing," said Sims; "and three of the ponies Jame, with bullets. We'd' ought to have left the ponies outside. And them two men! \rVho's missing? They counted noses and found out. "Well, they're dead, all right," said Sims. "If they wasn't dead when they dropped, the reds sure finished 'em: But the bodies will be found, with the paint and--" "That will be a sure give-away!" "Not necessarily," said Sims. "I reckon you f el lows know how to keep your mouths shut? If you don't, this is a good time to learn. Them two men are dead. So they can't talk. And the talkin' that the men do that find 'em can't prove anything against us, if we're wise. The worst trouble will come if we're seen here; and, later, it will be as bad when we have to explain about the ponies. You boys that have got hurt ponies, and hired 'em, will have to use money to satisfy the owners and keep 'em still." He looked round grimly, glad of the friendly dark ness; for out there were no stree lamps, and the hour was late. "Scatter, and get in the best way you can Sims ordered. "When questions are asked, you don't kn o w a thing-not a thing! Recollect it."

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28 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. They were about to separate, when one of the men inquired mildly what Sims supposed had become of Pawnee Bill. "Don't mention him!" said Sims. "Forget it-forget it! Now pike out, and hide this paint and feathers. Wow!" he grunted unamiably. "We're some Ute, we are!" CHAPTER XII. THE ATTACK OF THE THUGS. The hour was late on the night following that of Pawnee's departure. The baron had related, with much unconscious humor, his curious experience in the room of the for tune teller, and the talk he had overheard between the woman and Tybee Johnson. It was a particularly i!Jteresting recital, and so in forming that Buffalo Bill had the baron go slowly in his narration and repeat certain things several times. "So the woman that lately was so anxious to have all sorts of evil things happen to Johnson used to be his wife, and is now in with him again and ready to throw the lance into our crowd! I admit I didn't suspect it." "Since my inexberience mit my owen vife, vot haf tiworced me, I am oxbecting anyt'ing," the baron de clared. "Unt for kvickness, dot change haf all der odders 'beadt a mile. Ve ar-re beaches unt cream unt h o ney unt all der odder sveet t'ings, pefore ve ar-re inarriedt. Budt der fairst day oof der honeymoons, idt vos a bail oof hot vater on my headt. Der secondt day she iss hidt me mit der vlatiron. Der nexdt day idt iss der rolling-bin vot I am handedt. Unt der next day I am looking for a tiworce. Yiminidy I Some vomans she vos somet'ing awvul." "We might go down into that alley and look round," s aid the scout ,. "Her plan was to send me and my men there, by telling us that at that point we would be able to find a door which would let us into the lodge rooms of the Sons of Rest; then we were to be done up by a lot of Johnson's bruisers." "Budt ve von'dt go now. Vhen you are inwited to haf your headt caf ed in, you ton' dt." "My idea is that we could look at this trap quietly in advance, without the knowledge of the bloodthirsty madame; then consider how we can take advantage of her plan, after Pawnee gets in." "Dot cr owd ought to haf peen here py dhis afder noon." A nd here it is after midnight!" "Yoost so. Dhey may have hadt some tiffiguldy mit der Utes." "Cowardly white men to fight in the town, and scheming redskins to placate outside, surely provides a hard combination," said the scout. "Budt I am petting on Bawnee." "While we re waiting, we might as well take a look at that alley." They went down to the street together. This com pelled them to pass the door of the barroom of the Silver Nugget. In the barroom was Tybee Johnson who gave them a sharp loo k a s they pa sed. Having observed this, they halted on the steps out side. Johnson came out then, oily of manner. "I haven't seen your friedd, Lillie round for some time," he said. "And old Nomad, and that Indian "We don t know just where they are ourselves," the scout answered; which was true enough . "You haven't got word of that girl yet?" "No word.'' "Nor of her father? "Not a shred of news of either of them. "That's singular, suh." "We think so," assented the scout "My thought," said Johns o n "wa s that perh aps. suh, your friend, Pawnee Bill and the o ther s mig h t have set out to look for her. But of co' s e you w o uld know, suh, if that is so." "We seldom worry ab o ut Pawnee ," s aid the s c o ut easily, "knowing that he is s o well able to take care of himself." "That's so, suh. Pawnee Bill i s a mighty capable man." The sheriff turned back into the barro om, an d th e scout went Qn d o wn the street with the baron. "V ot iss der meanness? "Curiosity, for one thing; also, I s u s pect, he tho ugh t by talking with me he might be able t o dis cover if e had been put wise in any way. Though yoti s ay th e madame and her doorkeeper didn't see you, she ma y have suspected you. But that i s only a guess John son always feels called on to make a di s play of friend liness." They did not turn in at the alley when they came opposite it, for they did not know but they had been shadowed. They went on toward the end of the street every moment wary and watchful. The paron got out his long pipe and smoked it, and

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. the scout gratified his love of a good cigar. Appar ently they were merely idlers, finding interest in the life and movement of the streets under the garish lights'. When they came to the end of the street, where it started off as a beaten road into the open country, they turned aside, walked a block out of their way, and returned by another street. For an hour or more they seemed to be merely strolling about. At the end of that time they were near the alley, close by the point which Madame Le Blanc had chosen for the death trap. "You heard them say there is a secret door in the wall of that alley, and perhaps if vJe're now a bit cau tious we can locate it," said the scout. "Oof ve can findt idt, I vill try to see py der insite off der lodge room oof der Resdting Sons," declared the baron. "Dere mighdt be some more oxcidemendt vaidting for me." you might not get out so easily as before." They approached and entered the alley. "Well, wt!'re here!" "Unt netting pefore us budt some plackness, mit a lighdt adt der odder endt. Dhis is der hole vot I come oudt oof, vhen I made dot kvick git-avay. Vare der lighdt iss shining iss der door leadting indo der blace vot I fall oudt oof vhen I hit der "So this ought to be the end of the alley where the secret door is located, leading to the lodge rooms of the Sons of Rest." "Oof idt iss a segret door, how can ve findt idt ?" vValking along the wall on that side, the scout pushed here and there against it, to see if it showed a springiness suggestive of a door. Having done that, he walked along the other wall, doing the same thing. The baron followed him curiously. The scout had turned, and was walking again in the direction of the light, when it disappeared At that moment he heard, near at hand, a suggestive sound of running feet coming toward, him. "Der segret door iss oben, and der men haf come oudt oaf idt !" whispered the baron. Five men were leaping out of a black hole in the dark wall, where before there ),ad been no hole. Even though the light was so poor, the scout saw that they were masked. "Look out for yourself, baron," he said. The men had appeared between them and the alley bY, which they had entered, cutting them off from escape in tha..!_ direction. What was ready for them at the other end of the alley the scout did not know He was hardly given time to think. before the masked ruffians were on him Then he saw that they were swinging clubs. The discovery was followed by a b l ow on the arm from a club, as he drew his revolver-a blow that sent the weapon spinning to the ground. The doughty German was jumping nimbly to the scout's side, when a club cracked him on the head and stretched him out at the scout's feet; the whole thing happening with bewildering quickness. One of the men, with an oath, now jumped at Buf falo Bill. That oath, with the size and general appearance, made the scout know the fellow was Tybee Johnson himself. The scout did not intend to desert the baron, even though five men were assailing him, so he drew his knife and backed against the wall. "It's you, Johnson!" he panted. The masked scoundrel snarled an anathema and struck at the scout's head with his heavy club. The knife turned it aside, so that it banged against the wall heavily. The next instant it was torn from Johnson's hand and transferred to that of the scout, who mowed a swath with it. Two of the five rascals dropped beside the baron. Johnson rushed again; but the swinging club knocked him back. Then the dazed baron got into action. Hardly knowing what he was doing, for the blow that had knocked him down had made him wild, Schnitzen hauser rose to his knees, and began to work the trigger of his revolver One of his bullets sent down a masked man; the next flattened against the wall so close to another that it spattered lead in his face. Only two men of. the five ere on their feet. Johnson flashed a revolver and fired at the scout. and followed it with a desperate jump, that bore back the club and hurled him against the scout's body. "Now I gidt you cried the baron, and let drive at the other man. The bullet cut into the rascal's arm, ahd drove him out of the alley Johnson, clubbing his revolver, closed with Buffalo Bill by the wall. The scout did not want to kill the villain, even though Johnson was striking with a knife. He

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30 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. clutched him, and they went down together, as the baron smashed another bullet at the wall. The oiliness of Tybee Johnson had passed away He had thought to assassinate the scout easily; but now with the scout clutching him, sudden fear transformed him into a fighter of a sort to be dreaded. He was as tall as the scout, of somewhat different build, but as strong; and he felt now that he was fighting for his life. As the fighters went down together, the man who had been stung by the baron's bullet, and had rushed from the alley, ran wildly out into the street beyond. The first men he set eyes on were Hank Sims and three of the rascals who had been with him out in the ., Perdidas trail. They had been given time to dispose of their ponies, remove the paint and feathers, and get into their own clothing. On their way toward Johnson's barroom they had heard the cracking of the baron's revolvers, and had turned aside because of it. "In there--in the aHey," panted the scared ruffian. His mask, made of a handkerchief, was gone; his face was bruised and bleeding, and the arm with a bul let in it hung limp. "In there!" he repeated. "Buffalo Bill is killing J o hnson!" "In the alley?" cried Sims, and leaped toward it. wi th men at his heels, Sims did not know but the l o ng-sought-for chance for settling his score against the noted scout had come. He had sworn to kill him Sims' favorite weapon was the knife of the bowie variety. This he drew, as he dived into the alley In the struggle on the ground, Tybee Johnson had come uppermost, and was trying t o br e ak the strangle hold of the scout. He accomplished it, began to nse. Misled by the darknes and by the report of the man 9 utside, who had wildly declared that Buffalo Bill was killing Johnson, Hank Sims made the entirely nat urc:tl mistake of supposing that the man on top, who seemed to be free, was Buffalo Bill He jumped at this figure, and drove home his knife. Johnson dropped. He fell across the scout, who was trying to rise. The baron, having shot away his cartridges, was spinning round like a water bug, vainly snapping the trigger of his revolver. Hank Sims, believing he had killed the scout, did not care to close to the baron 's revolver-nor did he kn ow at the moment w,hom th e bar o n was; but he wanted to get out of the alley before his identity was disclosed. And he went. Other men came plunging into the alley. Word that a wild fight was taking place there drew them. Some were friends of Johnson, others his enemies. With their coming, lights appeared-pocket torches, flaring matches, and even lamps. Johnson was dead. But the other men who had fallen were not seri o u s ly hurt, though one was unconscious. This rascal still had the mask on his face. The men who had rushed in with lights saw that a handkerchief mask was on the face of Tybee John son, also; they did not know whom he was, until they pulled this away. A n officer, one of Johnson's numerous scoundrelly deputies bustled forward now, and placed the scout and the baron under arrest. The scout did not object. "All right," he said. "I'm extremely willing to haYe this matter investigated." There was no investigation, of a serious character then, or later. The masks told their story Even if that had not been so, one of the men who had fallen chilled by the fear that he was about to die, made a confession, in which he admitted that Johns o n had got him and the other men to follow him into the alley for the purpose of there finishing the scout and the baron Tybee Johnson, it appeared from this confe s sion had s ent a spy after the scout, had known of his en trance into the alley with the German; then had tried this coup; simply because he had been driven desperate. Pawnee Bill and his companions came into Silver Bow an h our or two after this tragedy, entirely ig norant of it, and of the fight that had taken place be tween Hank Sims' thug gang and the Utes under Porcupine. Thieves sometimes hang together. The outlaw who confessed did not implicate Hank Sims, and perhaps / did n o t know about the part Sims had taken in both affairs. No one who might desire to do so could say positively that Sims was not in bed in his room, aslee12, when these things were happening-:--a thing Sims claimed to be true, then, and afterward. Johnson got what he deserved," said the scout, talk ing it over with Pawnee Bill; "but I don't like to have some rascal jump in and cut the Gordian knot in that way, even when I benefit by it." "From what the baron say.:;," declared Pawnee

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 31 grimly, "if this unknown rascal, whom we is Hank Sims, though we can't show it, hadn't done that, another cord would have been cut-the cord of your life." "I don't think so. And, sooner o; later, I would have had Johnson tied up so snug that he couldn't e s cape. I'm s orry it happened in that way." Pawnee Bill was sorry, too, when he thought it over. Not so with the other members of the scout's company, however. Old Nomad averred, referring to Johnsotl: "It served 'im right!" CHAPTER XIII. CONCLUSION. The fact that the placer stakes had been changed made Buffalo Bill so suspicious that all was not right with the filings that he caused an investigation to be made. This was done, the day following, by an officer from the Washington end of the United States Land Department, who happened to be in the town, and took the matter up at the scout's request. The scout's papers had been "lost." The filings on the placer were in the names of Johnson and certain of his friends. Moreover, the clerk who had accepted the papers from the scout's own hands denied baldly that he had d one so. But he wilted, when placed under arrest, and his c o nfession, following immediately, the matter was cleared up with a promptness that gave the scout sati s faction. Buffalo Bill had acted without selfish motives, and the thought that Olive Merrill might, in the end, lose her rights to the placer had troubled him. The day foll6w;ing the death of Tybee Johnson there wa"s a great exodus of rascals of the towns of Silver B o w and San Juan. Among those who disap peared wa s Gilfillan, the superintendent of the San Juan mine. That same day Buffalo Bill, with Pawnee and the other members of his party, cantered over the moun tain trail to the Perdidas. Some knowledge oU:lae fight of the night had sifted =-i:to the. town; anGl:r the bodies of. the men who had Ute to their own undoing ha4 been brought in. Old Porcupine had fallen back beyond the Perdidas, and gone in to camp. The. scouts did not venture to cross the river. From the trail they scanned the camp of the Utes with power ftll,..gJr;i. es. !he Utes had smokes on certain ...J-..1 D 4. .1 hilltops, and there was evidence that the braves were dancing. "Looks like er Ute outbreak comin'," prophesied old Nomad. "I dislike to think so," said the scout. "But yer sees ther signal smoke, Buffier. The Utes aire wigwaggin' thet way fer help. They've got meb byso a hundred or two waryers down thar, an' they want more, and et may thet they'll git 'em." When the scout and his friends rode back to the town of Silver Bow, with their report of the warl ike look of things down on the Perdidas, a number of other men, who were timid rather than scoundrelly, suddenly discovered that urgent business matters called them to distant places. The stages that day and the next went out loaded. Bt1ffalo Bill called on the marshal of the town; He did not think highly of this officer, who, apparently, h ad been one of Johnson's friends, but he thought he to consult with him in this emergency. "There will be no trouble," said the marshal. "I know the Utes." "Olive Merrill knows Porcupine's Utes better than either of us !an know them," said the scout, 'and she is filled with fear. She has been wishing to go back to them, and I think she would do it but for the fact that she is afraid to now. Besides, her father isn't willing, and in that he shows his sense." "I've heard about that placer trouble," said the marshal. "But it don't change my opinion." "You'll get men ready?" "Oh, yes, if it'.s necessary; but it won't be neces sary. You and your crowd won't be called on to do any Ute war trailin' this trip." "I hope you're right," said the scout. THE END. Next week's issue contains the absorbing story of "Buffalo Bill in the Ute Outbreak; or, Pawnee Bill and the Man Who Went Mad." It is filled with facts and incidents relating to Indian life, all of an as well as a very interesting, character. A fortune teller plays her part in making trouble for Buffalo Bill and his pards. An old hermit goes on the war path, single-handed, against hundreds of Indians. Little Cayuse gets the great fright of his life. There is much fighting with Indians under most novel condi tions. White captives in the Ute camp confront a strange and very surprising situation. It is Number SS 1, out December 2d J

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BUFFALO BILL STORIES ISSUED EVERY TUESDAY BEAUTIFUL COLORED COVERS There is no need of our telling American r eade r s ho w interesting the sto ries of the adventures of Buffalo Bill, as scout and plainsman, really are. These sto rie s have been r ead exclusively in this weekly for many years, and are voted to be masterpieces dealing with Western adventure. Buff a lo Bill is more popular to-d ay th a n he ever was, and, consequently, everybody ought to know all there is to know about him. In no manner can you become so thoroughly acquainted with the actual habits and life of this great man, as by reading the BUFFALO BILL STORIES. We give herewith a list of all of the back numbers in print. You c an have your news-dealer order them or they will be sent direct by the publishers to any address upon receipt of the price in mo. ney or 319-Bull'alo Bill's Mazeppa Ride ....... 5 40 2-Buffa lo Bill's Treasure Cncbe . .... 5 477-Buffalo Bill aud tbe Pool of My s t ery 5 321-Bnlialo Bill' s Gypsy Band .... ... 5 403-Buffalo Bill's Private War ......... 5 478-Bull'al o Bill and the Deserter .... 5 324-Buffalo Bill's Gold Hunte r s .... 5 404Bull'alo Bill and the Trouble Hunter. 5 47 9-Buffalo Bill's I s l and in the Ai r .... 5 325-Bulial o Bill in O ld Mexico ....... 5 405B u !fa l o Bill and the Rope Wi za rd ... 5 481-Bn !falo Bill's Ultimatu m ........... 5 326-Buffalo Bill's M essage from the Dead 5 406-Buffalo Bill's F i esta ............. . 5 482-Bu!falo Bill's .rest .... ... .......... 5 327-Bull'a lo Bill arid the Wolfmaster 5 407-Bull'alo Bill Among the Ch e y enne s . 5 483-Bul'l'alo Bill and the Ponca Raiders. 5 328-Bull'al o Bill's Flying Wonde r ... 5 408-Bull'alo Bill Besie ged .. ... . ........ 5 484-Bull'alo Bill's Boldest Stroke ....... 5 329-Bull'a l o Bill's Hidde n Go ld ..... 5 409-Buffalo Bill and the R e d Hand ..... 5 485-Bulialo Bill's Enigma ............. 5 330-Bu!falo Bill' s Outla w Trail. . ..... 5 410-Bulialo Bill's Tre e-trun k Drift. ..... 5 486-Bull'alo Bill's Blockade ..... ... .... 5 331-Bull'a lo Bill and the Indian Qu een .. 5 411-Buffalo Bill and the Specte r ....... 5 487-Bull'alo B ill aud the Gilded C liqu e ... 5 332-Buffalo Bill and the lllad Marauder 5 412-Buffalo Bill aud the Red F eathers . 5 488-Bull'alo Bill and Perdita Reyes .... 5 3 33-Buffalo Bill's Jee Barricade ... . 5 413-Bull'alo Bill's King Stroke ......... 5 489-Bull'alo Bill and the Boomers ....... 5 334-Bull'alo Billand the Robber E l k .. 5 414-Bull'alo Bill, the D e s ert Cy c l one ..... 5 490--Buffalo B ill Calls a Halt ........... 5 3 35-Bull'alo Bill's Ghos t D a nc e .... 5 415-Buffa l o Bill's <;umbr es Scouts ....... 5 492-Bull'alo Bill' s 0. K ............... 5 336-Buffalo Bill's Peace-pipe . ........ 5 416-Bull'alo Bill and t h e Man-wolf . .... 5 493-Buffalo Bill at C a fl on Diablo ..... 5 3 37-Bull'alo Bill' s R e d N e mesi s .......... 5 417-Buffal o Bill and His Winged Pard ... 5 494-Buffalo Bill s Transfe r ............. 5 338-Bull'alo Bill's Enchante d M esn ... ... 5 418-Buffalo Bill at Babylon Bar ........ 5 495-Buffalo Bill and the R e d Horse Hunt3 30-Bulialo Bill in the D esert of D eath . 5 419-Buffalo Bill' s Long Arm ........... 5 e 1 s .............. ........... 5 340-Buffalo Bill's Pay Streak . ...... 5 421Bull'alo Bill's Stee l Arm Pa rd ....... 5 496-Buffalo Bill' s Dangerous Duty .... . 5 341-BuITalo Bill on Detac h e d Duty ..... 5 4 22-Buffal o Bill's A ztec Guic l e .......... 5 497-Buffalo Bill and tl.Je Cb i c f' s Daughter 5 342-Buffalo Bill' s Arm llly s t e r y ....... 5 423-Buffal o Bill and Little Firefly ...... 5 498-Buffalo Bill at Tinaja Wells ... ..... 5 343-Butralo Bill' s Surprise Party ...... 5 424-Bulia lo Bill in the Azte c City ....... 5 499-Buffalo Bill and the M e n of M endon. 5 344-Buffalo Bill's Great Ride ........... 5 425-Buffalo Bill's Balloon E scape ....... 5 500-Buffal o Bill at Rainbow' s Encl ...... 5 345-Buffalo B ill's Wate r Tra il .......... 5 426-Buffa lo Bill and the Gu errill a s ...... 5 501-Buffa lo Bill and the Rus. ian Plot ... 5 346-Buffalo Bill's Ordeal of Fire ........ 5 427-Buffalo Bill's Borde r War .......... 5 502-Buffalo B ill s R e d Triangle ......... 5 348-Bull'alo Bill' s C a s k e t of P earls ..... 5 428-Buffalo Bill' s M exican Mix-up ....... 5 503-Buffal o Bill' s Royal F lusb .......... 5 340Bull' a lo Bill's Sk y Pilot ............ 5 429Buffnlo Bill and. the Gamec ock ... ... 5 504-Buffal o Bill's Tramp Pa rd .......... 5 3 50-Bull'al o Bill's "Tote m .... . ...... 5 I 430Buf!' a lo Bill and the Ch e y enne Raide r s 5 505Buffri l o Bill on the Upper Missouri . 5 351Bull'alo Bill's F latb oat Drift ....... 5 4 31-Bull'al o Bill's Whi r lwind Finis h ..... 5 506-Buffalo B ill's Crow Scouts .......... 5 352Buffa l o Bill on D ec k .............. 5 432-Buffal o Bill's Santa F e Se c r e t ...... 5 507Bull'a l o Bill' s Opium Case .......... 5 353-Buffalo Bill and the Bronrho Bus t er. 5 433-Bull'a lo Bill and the 'l'aos T error .... 5 508-Bul'l'alo Bill' s Witchcraft .......... 5 354-Buffalo Bill's Great Round-up ..... . 5 434-Buffa lo Bill's Brace l e t of Go1cl. ..... 5 501)-Ruffalo Bill' s Mountain Foes ......... iJ 3 55-Buffnl o Bill's P l e d ge ...... ......... 5 435-Buffa l o Bill and the Borde r Baron .. 5 510-Butfa l o B ill s Battl e Cry ......... . 5 356Butl' a lo Bill's Co wb oy Pa rd ....... . 5 436-Butl'a lo Bill at Salt Rive r Ranch. 5 511-Buffal o Bill s Figh t for the Ri ght. .. i'\ 357-Bull'a lo Bill aud the Emigrants ..... 5 437-Buffa lo Bill's Panhandl e Mnn-lrnnt . 5 512-Bnffalo B ill s Barbecue .......... .... ;J 358-Buffalo Blll Among the Pue blo s . ... 6 438-Buffalo Blll at Bloss om ...... 5 513-Buffalo Bill and the R e d R e n egade . 5 35!l Bull'alo B!ll's F our. fo o t e d Pards ..... 5 439-Buffalo Bill a n d Junipe r Joe ....... 5 514-Rufful o Bill and t h e Apache Kid .... 5 360-Butl'alo Bill's Prote g e .......... .. 5 440-Bull'al o Bill's Final Scoop .......... 5 515-Bull'alo Bill, at Copper Barriers. 5 362Bull'alo B!ll' s P i ck-up ............. 5 441-Bull'a l o Bill at C l earwater. . . . . 5 516-Bull'al o Bills Pac1ftc Powe r ........ 5 363-Bull'al o Bill s Qu est. ............... 5 442-Buffalo Bill's Winning rrand ........ 5 517-Buffalo B ill and Ch i e f Hawkche e .. .. 5 364-Butl'alo Bill's Waif of the Plains .... 5 443-Buffalo Bill's Cinc h C laim ........ . !'i 518-Buffal o Bill and the Indian Girl. ... 5 366-Bull'alo Bill Among the Mormons .... 5 444-Ruffal o Bill's Comrade s .... .... .... 5 519-Buffalo Bill Across the R i o G rande .. 5 3G7-Bull'alo Bill's Assi s t a n ce ............ 5 445-Bull'alo Bill in the Bad Lauds ...... !'i 520-Buffalo Bill and the Headless Borse-368-Buffal o Bill' s Rattlesnake Trnil ..... 5 446-Bull'alo Bill and t h e Boy Bugler ..... !'i man ... ...................... 5 369-Bull'a lo Bill and the Slave-clcale r s ... 5 447-Bull'al o Bill and the Heathe n Chiuee 5 521-Bull'a l o Bill' s C l ean Sweep ......... 5 370-Butfal o Bill's Strong Arm .. ....... 5 448-Bull'al o B!ll and the Chink War ..... 5 522-Buffal o Bill's Handful of Pearls .... 5 371-Bull'alo Bill' s Girl Pard ............ 5 449-Bull'al o B !ll's Chinese Chase ........ 5 Bill's Pueblo Foes .......... 5 372-Bull'alo Bill' s Iron Erace l cts ........ 5 450-Buffalo Bill's Secre t Message ..... . 5 524-Buffa lo Bill's Taos Tote m .......... 5 mn: s ......... 5 5 451-Buffalo Bill and the Horde of H e r5 mn ang Prophct g I J ou s ait i c arin . . . . o10saB1 1 1 ,8 r:onesome T .. 1 .. ... . .. u a o an an croo .... 377-Bull'alo Bill's Briilge of Fire ........ 5 u " !'i 527-Bull'alo Bill's M erry War ........... 5 378-Buffalo Blll's ............... 5 453-Bull'alo Bill's Quarry ............... 5 528-Buffalo Bill and G rizzly Dan ....... 5 379-Bull'al o Bill's Pny-streak .......... 5 454-Bull'al o Btll in D eadwood ........... 5 529-Bu ll'a l o Bill at Lone Tre e Gap ...... 5 380-Bull'alo Bill' s Mine ................ 5 455-Bull'alo Bill's First Aid . .......... 5 530-Bnffal o Bill's Trail of Death ....... 5 33882 1-BBu2:al 1 o BB)l111 ; s ....... ...... 5 5 456-Bull'alo Bill and Old Moonlight. .... 5 BB!1 1 1 1 atdCtibma1S o 1 oi:i BRar ; ; : ... uua o 1 S.. USC. . .. . 457-Bul'l'al o Blll R enaid. . . . . . . . 5 u.ca o 1 an e mce Ouuer. . v 383-Buffalo B ill 0\lerboard ............. 5 458-Buffnlo Bill's Throwbnck. '. . . . . 5 533-Buffal o Bill on Lost River .......... ii 384-Bull'alo Bill' Ring ............... .. 5 459-Buft'a l o Bill's "Sight Unseen" ...... 5 1\34-Buffalo Bill's Thunderbolt .......... ri 385-Bulialo Bill's Big Contrac t ......... 5 460-Buffalo Bill s New Pa rd ......... . 5 5ll5-Bull'al o Bill's Sioux Circus .......... !\ 386-Buffalo Bill and Calamity Jane ..... 5 461-Bulial o Bill's "Winge d Victory" ..... 5 536-Buffalo Bill's Sioux Tackl e ......... !'i 387-Buffa l o Bill's Kid Pard ...... ...... 5 462-Rull'al o Bill's Piece s-ofeight ....... 5 537-Bull'alo Bili and t h e Talking Statue .. !'i 388-Buffa lo Bill' s D es p erate Plight ...... 5 463-Buffnl o Rill and the Eight Vaque ro s 5 538-Bull'al o B ill's M edicin0 Trail ........ 5 389-Buffa lo Bill's F earless Rtnnd ...... 5 464-Ruffalo R tll's Unlu c k y Siesta ...... 5 539-Bnffalo Bill and the Knife Wizard ... 5 390-Bufl'alo Bill and the Y e lping Cre w . 5 465-Bull'al o Bill's Apache Clue ......... 5 540-Buffalo Bill and the R e d Bedouius. 1\ 3!ll-Bu1Ialo Bill's Guiding TTnnd ........ 5 466-Bull'al o Bill and the A nnche Totem. 5 541-Butfal o B ill and the Prairie Corsairs ii 392-Bull'al o Bill's Qu e r Qnest .......... 5 467 -Buffalo Bill's Go ld e n Wonde r ....... !'i 542-Buffalo Bill's S c a rl e t Pick-up ...... 5 393-Bull'alo Bill's Prize "Ge t nwn:v ..... 5 4fl8 Ruffa l o Bill's Fiesta Ni .!!b t ...... . !'i 543-'--B uffnl o Btll's Mental Magic ....... 5 :194-Ruffalo Bill's Tiunknne Hustle .... 5 4fl9-Bul'l'alo Bill and the Hatche t Boys .. 5 544-'-Buffnlo Bill and the Lost Indian .. 15 30!1-Bnffnlo Bill's Stnr Play . . ........ 5 470-Bull'alo Bill and the Miniug Shnrk .. !\ .545-'-Bull'alo Blll's Conqu est ...... . !\ 3M-Buffal o Rill's Bluff ................ 5 471-Buft'al o Bill and the Cattl e Barons .. R 546-Buff a lo Rill's Waif of t h e West .... !\ RH7-Ruffnlo Rill's Trnck e rR. . . . . . . 5 472-Rnffal o Bill's Long-Odds ........... n 547-Buffnlo Bill's Juggl e With Fate .... 5 398-Buft'alo Bill's Dutch Para .......... 5 473-Bull'al o Bill. the :peacemaker . ... .. 5 548-Buft'alo Bill and the Basilisk ..... 5 399-Buffal o Bill a n d the Bravo ......... 5 474-Ruffal o Blll's Promise to Pav ....... 5 540-Buft'alo Bill and the Klan of Kan 5 400-Bull'alo Bill, and the Quake r ........ 5 47!1-Butfal o Bill's Dlamono Hitch ....... 5 550-Bull'alo Bill and the Sorceress ... 5 401-Bull'alo Bills Package of D eath .... 5 476-Bull'al o Bill and the Wheel of Fnte. 5 55 1-Bull'alo Bill in the Ute Outbreak .... 5 --If you want any back numbers of our weeklies and cannot procure ;them from your newsdealer, they can be obtained direct from this office. Postage-s tamps taken the same as money. . STREET & SMITH, PUBLISHERS, 79 SEVENTH AVENUE, NEW YORK CITY


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