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No.560 NEW YORK. FEB.3,l 011. 5 CF..NTS The two Bills threw their ropes at the same one noose settling about the horse's neck, and the other over the startled rider's shoulders.

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A WEEKLY POBLICATIO fVOTED TO BORDER UFE Issued Weekly. Entered as Matter at tk New York Post Office, l>y STREET & SMITH, 79-89 Seven/It Ave., New York. Copyright, 1912, by STREET & SMITH. 0 G. Smith and G. G: S11np1, Proprietors. TERMS T O BUFFALO BILL STORIES MA I L SUBSCR IBERS. (Postage Fre e ) Sln& l e Coples o r Back Numbers, Sc. Each. 3 m onths ............... ; ........ ... soc. One year ... ................... .. .. $2.50 4 montbs. ........... .... .. ... 85c. 2 copfes one year....... .. . .. .... 4.00 6 month ............................ $1.25 1 copy two years .................... 4.00 How to Send Money-By post-office or express money order, registered letter, bank check or draft. at our At your own risk if sent by currency. coin, or pos tage stamps fn ordinary letter. Receipts-Receipt of your remittance 1s acknowledged by proper change of number on your label. lf not correct you have not been properly credited, and should let us know at once N o 560. NEW YORK, Fe bn,iar y 3, 1912. Price Five Cents. Buffalo Bi 11 and the Valley Te rrors Or P AWNEE BILL' S GREAT ROUND-UP. [ I i By the author of "BUFFALO BILL." I CHAPTER I. THE UNWILLING PASSENGER. 1 Well, this i s s ad news, said Buffalo Bill. "But I ink we can re s cue the girl. "Yes, and at the same time capture that band of out known as t!1e Valley Terrors, and led by that my s man, Ma1or Iron Hand," replied Pawnee Bill. ".f\ll then, let us set out on the trail this very \enmg, returned Buffalo Bill. 1 The two famous scouts engaged in this conversation in ) e tavern as Kate's Kitchen, at Hallelujah City, very tough mm111g camp. The proprietor of the tavern as Kate, a woman of mystery. The only other pman 111 the camp was one who kept a gambling saloon, llecl the Queen of Hearts. She was addressed by all I Lady Lou. The real names of these two women were f!.te Fenwick and Louise Gray Previous to the decision reached by Buffalo Bill and Bill to go on the trail to rescue one to whom by alluded as "the girl," word had reached them from rt saying that Miss Helen Quimby, daughter Major Quimby, had been kidnaped. ...., he news had been brought to Buffalo Bill by Jack awford, the scout, and was contained in a letter from lone! Roylston, in command at the fort. Crawford n immediately started back for the fort to join a corny of soldiers that was to leave the fort in command Captain Alf Taylor, to proceed to Shadow Valley attack the Valley Terrors. i. oylston told how Miss Quimby had set out in an rland stage to make a trip East. On the way a sup ... j ed rider had halted the stage and1handed --..!; ; tam W1llts, 111 command of the detachment of sol rs as guard for the stage, a forged letter from Roylston, in which it was stated that outlaws were i11 pursuit of the stage, and that the cumber s ome had better. on its journey with only Miss Quimby and her girl fnend as passengers, while the s oldiers should remain behind to waylay the outlaws. The stage continued its journey without the escort. Presently it was again halted by a supposed sergeant from the fort, who informed Miss Quimby that her father had been hurt while out hunting, and desired her to to the fort. The sergeant then produced a riding skirt and hat belon g ing to Helen, which he said he had brought from the fort. She donned them and rode away on a horse which the sergeant had brought for t h e pur pose. The supposed sergeant and two supposed soldiers acted as her escort. That was the last seen of her. Meantime, at the fort, a forged note had been found in Helen's room, in which it was stated that she had voluntarily left the fort. Her own name was signed to the note. The note was meant to create the supposition that Helen had eloped with a stranger who had appeared at the fort in her father's absence, and had paid marked attention to her. But on l y a few of the officers at the fort were de ceived by the note. Most of the officers, as did Buf falo Bill and Pawnee Bill, believed that Helen had been kidnaped by the notorious Valley Terrors. As the two Bills had left Fort Benning on the special mission of finding the retreat.. of the Valley Terrors, the plan to rescue Helen fitted irt well with their previous plans. They had remained a few days at Hallelujah City, ex pecting there to g ain some information of the Valley Terrors. Meantime, two other scouts, Texas ] ack and Surgeon

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THE BUFF AL O BILL STORIES. Frank PoweJI, had left Fort Lesl'?ing, not far distant from Fort Benning, on a sim i lar errand, namely, to run down the out l aws They ente r ed Hallelujah City disguised, Powell as an Indian, Texas Jack as an old trapper. And so th orough was t heir d i sguise, that not even their old frien ds, B u ffa l o Bill and Pawnee Bill, knew them, though t he fo u r s cout s met face to face in the Queen of Hearts gamb l i n g sa l oo n. A strange a n d dramatic scene had been enacted that n i ght i n that same Queen of Hearts Saloon A myste ri ous ma n i n b l ack, sometimes call<'d the Un k n own, but better known as Bandbox Bill, the Bravo in Broadcloth, had suddenly appeared in the gambling establis h ment and had driven out the desperadoes and taken a third prisoner. The two characters whom he had driven out of the sa l oon and o u t of Halle lujah City at the point of his g u n we r e S l im Jones and Bully Joe. As soon the t w o desperadoes were out of the town, the Bravo in Broadcloth had put two of his trusted scouts on their trail these being Indians n amed Thundercloud and Lion Mouth. These two Indians received instructions to fol l ow Slim Jones and Bully Joe and capture the111 "'1nd hold them until Bandbox Bill him11elf should appear. It was known that these two men had hanged a man who was supposed to be a member of a secret organization, and, for some reason, Bandbox Bill wished to avenge the man thus traiforously killed . The man whom Bandbox Bill made prisoner by sqcl denly clapping handcuffs on him, was a bad nfan known as Sapling Sam. The Bravo in Broadcloth Jed this man o u t of the camp, and no one knew what the Dra.vo tended to do with his prisoner. It was supposed .fbat the Bravo was taking Sapling Sam to.the cabin near llljah City, where the mysterious man made his home. Meantime, Bandbox Bill had had a word aside with Buff(\IO Bill and Pawnee Bill. He told them he knew that they were on the trail of the Valley Terrors. And he advised them to at once to Shadow Valley, where he would find the outlaws'. retreat. He told them to enter the valley withol1t their horse&. ":I-Ie also told thetn that they would find Helen Quimby in the retreat of the outlaws. A few minutes latef Bandbox Bill took -the disgqised scouts, Texas Jack and Surgeon Powell, aside and told them he recognized the\11, and tJ:iat it would be well for them to keep close upon the -trail of Buffalo Dill and Pawnee Bill whe those two famous scouts left camp, as the two Bills would surely need the assistan e of the two disguised men, once they C\pproached the retreat o'f the Valley Terrors. Thcit very day, all four scoi1ts had seen a horsewoman known as the woman in Black. She had warned all fo\.Jr of danger, while they were on their way to Halle l ujah City. She a black horse, and a black habit, was very beautifu l and a l together a mystery to all in that region. It wa.s known that she was connecte d with the Valley Terrors, yet she invariably warned intended victims of their danger. And that day, by taking a different trail, the foiir scouts had bee11 saved from am bush, this be,ing the result achieved thro.ugh the timely warning given by the Woman in BlackTherefore, to-night, when Buffalo Bill and Pawnee Bill were planning to start out on the trail, they spoke m ore than on<;c of the Woma11 in BJa.ck1 aJJd wondered whether they would at last discover her identity whe they captured the Valley Terrors. For Bandbo . Hit had to l d the111 fo find the Woman in Black, and to be guided by her advice. The two famous scouts also wondered at the seeming friendliness of the supposed Indian and old trapper, whose disguises even their keen eyes failed to penetrate For i Lady Lou's gambling saloon that evening, when Bandbo Bill drove Oltt Sli111 Jones and Bully Joe, and then too Sap l ing Sam pris011er, there had promised to be a ge,,er fight. And when Buffalo Dill and Pawnee Bill steppe to the side of Bandbox Bill to back him up, so did th supposed Indian and the seeming old trapper. The tw Bills marked this move on the part of the two men wh were unknown to the111 and noticed thereafter that the constantly shadowed them. Little dreaming that the)I. were being shadowed by two of their best friends, th two Bills tried in every way to throw the "shadows" o their track. All of which gn:atly amused Texas J a and Surgeon Powell. The next morning, Keen Kit, an Overland stage drive met with a peculiar experience. Kit Keene, whose name was reversed to Keen Ki had had so many adventures on the road as a stage driv that he had come to look upon clanger as a daily occu rence, and he was ever ready to face everything that ca up before him in the discharge of his duties. He had the end of the run some twenty miles out d Hallelujah City, picking up any passengers that can from that delectable place, and also that came in on a othl'.!r line down from Rock Outpost. i His coach often ran light, but again he would have crowded trip of it. 1 But this particlllar morning he was going along t trail with an empty coach. He knew the inner deviltry of Hallelujah City w and much of the people He rather liked the run there for it gave him a rel of severa l days, and he had never discovered which acimired most, Kate's Kitchen, or the pretty landlady hef1 self. He had heard much of the Bravo in Blaek, but nev#i had seen him, as upon of Keen Kit's visits th.Pa strange personage happened to be away. With all h i s courage, Kit was a prudent man. So wh(t this morning he had gotten five miles away from It starting point he beheld a hot$eman in the trail of him, he did not attempt to ride over him, though fil had an idea that he was a road agent. ''\Vaal, I've got a \empty hearse, and no money my own ter speak of, so jt can't go very bad," be m tered. ''That are trim o' ther vVoman in Blac\c, o it's a man," he added as he drew nearer to the horse who sat motionless in the saddle. As the coach drew near, the horseman drew no weaP'f but simply held up his r ight hand and :Keen Kit drew ri;! 1 mc;wing on slowly until he came close along::iide the horf 111an,' "W aal, pare!; yer is as gentle as a auckin' dqve yer way o' haltin' me; but it al!us makes me think as h 1 when a man are real quiet he hev considerable him." "YOU take me for a road agent, then?" "That same I does ''! halted yoi1 to encl a passenger through on coach."

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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES: 3 1 I f I l "Ah ; whar he?" e "I wish you to transfer him from coach to coach and 111ake each man receipt for him." g "Yer talks as though he were a bag o' dust." e "He is equally as precious, and if he escapes, the man n vho has him in charge at the time will be held responx ible." k "Who'll he be responsible to?" al "To me." : "Pard, excusy.me, but I hasn t ther honor o' your. ac-ui1uaintance." IO( "In Hallelujah City they call Fne Bandbox Bill the 101l3ravo in Broadcloth." "Pard, I is glad ter !(now yer, fer I hev heerd o you e any times." / h "I am glad to make your acquaintance, Kit Keene, for ) know you to be one of the pluckiest and squarest men c hat drive the Overland." "Yer does know me ?" ,, er "Yes." J "Waal, I doesn't remember seein' yer before, much as hes heerd tell on yer." vet "I have seen you often, however; but you are going ur 1ith an empty stage, I see." m "Yas; folks is skeert ter ride nowadays onless they as ter." o And Kit gazed with real admiration at the s trange .m 1an1 of w h om he had heard so much, and he did not. an orget that he had also heard that he was the secret chief f the Valley Terrors. e Well, I wish you to take m y man through. Here is 1e money to pay hi s way through and buy him food to th maha, and there you will deliver him-or the driver 1 n that end of the run will-to the man whose name is' ve n this letter; and the letter is to go too." re, And the Bravo handed a letter up to Kit, who said : 1 b "I understands, Mister Bandbox Bill. But whar are CHAPTER II. PLAYING TO WIN. Kit Keene was interested in his prisoner, as well as in the one who had placed him in his keeping. I'Je had heard of Sapling Sam as a very citizen; in City, and his badly scarred face did not im pr.qve his appearance. 'Why had the Bravo turned him ov6r to him to carry through? f What right had Bandbox Bill to put a man in irons and ship him through, like freight, on an Overland coach? ,As he could not answer these questions, Kit did not worry about guessing so turned to his prisoner. "Well, pard, you is in hard luck I take it?" "I are in very bad luck; but it will be all right when I has my say." "What are ther matter atween you an' ther Bravo?" Waal, he says I is guilty o' crimes which I is innocent qf, and he jist clapped me in irons and sends me through to Omaha." "'Whht right had he to put you in irons?., "He held a gun to my head." "Waal, thet were a durned good argiment, my friend; but hev he the power ter arrest yer ?" "Pard, thet man are playin' two games. He are pre tendin' ter be huntin' outlaws, and he are, in reality, the king bee of 'em all. He accuses me o' bein' a out law, and sends me through ter prison, and yet I'll tarn informer and give ther whole truth, fer I doesn't intend t 1r hang." "No, it ain't 1a pleasant way o' passin in y 'er chips; but will they believe you?" t "I has ther proof." "Then you is loaded fer b 'ar ?" "I is." "Does yer know who this Bandbox Bill be?" he 1er gent ? Or maybe it be a grizzly yer is sendin' through "He are a outlaw." "I see." a pet to a parson ter frighten leefle Sunday-school ids with, by illustratin' thet Bible story o' ther baldhead an an' ther she b ars." The stern face of the Bravo brightened up with a smile .uhet Kit's suggestion, but he ans wered: 1 h "No, he is no bear; but if you are attacked by road .he enti; or a re sc ue i s attempted, I give you authority to bill the prisoner ." "Whew!" Then the Bravo gave a peculiar whistle, and out Of the Imber, where he had. been concealed by some bowlder s On Jtue a horse, a perfect match of the one he rode. There was a rider on his back, too, as well as a pack. ddte. 1 :apo Tl d K 1 rei 1e n er s appearance su .rpnsed 1t, for he had s i en 11Qr m in Hallelujah City. "This i s my man, Kit Keene, and he is, as you see, >ve irons, and I will make him fast to the box rail with .s h is chain and give you the keys." r ba.1 The man was Sapling Sam, pale, haggard, and nervous. The Bravo aided his prisoner to mount the box, locked e chain about the rail, so as to prevent an escape, and nded the keys ver, with a roll of money, to Kit, who 1 off upon his way once more, while Bandbox Bill, rlowed by his other horse, rode back into the timber the coach disappeared from sight. "Hes yer ever heerd o Major Iron Hand?" "Waal, now, I hev, oftener' than I hes a longin ter. "Waal, he are thet man." "Nb! If I'd 'a' knowed it I'd hev jist played a leetle game o' hands up with him. "Waal, next time yer meets him jist kill him, fer he are thet man." i s a big price on hi s head pard." "Yes, and he are wu'th every /' dollar of it. "I dare say." "Now, pard, I hev give yer a pointer, so let me give yer another." "Yas." "I are a detective." "No!" "I are, and Jhar is whar I hev Bandbox Bill dead to rights." Yer will hev, yer means, fer jist now he hev ther grip on yo1,1." "Yas, but you must let me go." "I can't do it, pard.". "I are a Rocky Mountain detective, I tells yer." "W aal, maybe you is when yer is a-runnin' 'round loose, but jist now yer is overland freight, paid through." ''Don' t yer intend .ter let me go?" "I doesn't." "I'll tell ycr what I 'll do."

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4 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. ''Yas?" hes got a pile o' money with me." "Waal?" "Just run yer hand up under ther back o' my coat on either shoulderblade." ''It are done." "Thar is a pocket on the inside o my coat on either side." "I feels em." "Draw ther paper dust out o one." Kit obeyed, and found a package of new bank bills of the denomination of tens and twenties. "Thar is two thousand in thet pile, Pard Driver." "Yer don't say!" J "Yas, and t'other pacl rnge hes got three thousand more." "Yer is well heeled with greenbacks, pard." "You bet; but I'll j ist tarn over to you one thousand dollars ef yer'll onlock my irons and let me tell you good-by." "No, pard." "Call it ther small package." "No." "Call it ther big package, then." "No." "Then say both of 'em." "I'll tell yer one thing, pard, and thet are I never hits a man when he are down; but ef yer were free from them irons and offered ter pay me ter go agin' my duty, I'd treat yer so mean thet yer face w'u'd look a heap more like a grizzly bed chawed onter it then it do how. 'I are a poor man, hevin only my Overland pay and a leetle I kin win now and then at playin' poker with ther boy s ; but thar ain t money enough ever gone through on my coach thet c'u'd tempt me th do a mean act or go back on my duty, and ef yer was innercent as,...a child, yer'd hev ter go through as far as I goes, and prove it ter them as c'u'd set yer free. Don't talk to me, pard, fer yer hev got me mad clean through." Sapling Sam subsided, and when Kit Keene turned him over to the next man at the end of his run, he told his fello.\r driver that he must expect to be bribed by the prisoner, and to look out for him. The Overland Trail followed by the coaches of the company made what the drivers called a horseshoe bend from Kit Keene's western starting point to the second run from there, going a long way around, and yet com' ing back again, until the two trails were not over forty miles apart at one place. This was done partly on account of the mountain diffi culties to get over, and partly to touch certain camps and outposts. The driver who took Sapling Sam from the hands of Kit Keene was a sturdy fellow, true as stee l and when Kit gave him the tip that he might be offered a price to release the prisoner, he was not surprised when that offer came. Of course, Sapling Sam had the same story to tell, and the old driver listened in silence. Then came the request to get his money out of his pocket, which had not been returned to the two receptacles in the back of his coat, however. "What does y,er want with yer money ?" said Monk, the driver. "Thar ain't no stores in these mountings." "No, but I wishes ter place jist one thousand dollars in yer hands ter hev yer let me go. "Pa rd, does yer see this?" and the revolver of the driver. put close to the face of the prisoner. "TY as." "Waal, ef yer hints ag'in thet I are fer sale, I'll jist se yer free sartin, at least, thet part o' yer ther parsons call ther sperrit." This settled it with Sapling Sam, as far as Drivet Monk was concerned, and he remained quiet the rest of the run. The "horseshoe" had nearly been made, when, at a relay station, a man got aboard as an inside passenger. He was a heavily bearded man, in red woollen shir\ corduroy pant s top-boots, and a slouch hat. He had a rifle, a belt about his waist with a bowie knife and one revolver, and carried, strapped to his bac quite a heavy pack. He looked like a man who had been roughing it f some time, but he s poke with an accent which, his pack, caused Monk to set him down as a peddler. "Ho'w mooch monie s mine fri'nt, for me to ride m t'e coach to Omaha?" he asked. Monk told him, and the amount was taken out of well-filled purse, and paid over, and then he said: "I was go to Omaha to puy more goots, mine fri'nt." Monk told him to ji'.unp in, and away the coach rollf! once more on it s run : Fifteen miles farther on Monk turned his prisoner, pal senger, and freight over to another driver, to whom 11 gave the same advice as to Sapling Sam, which he had ceived from Kit Keene. He got the driver to receipt for the prisoner, and tered to himself, as the coach rolled away: "Maybe Ben Haws is honest, and maybe he ain't. di likes ter misjedge a man, but he ain't my \
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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. s when I has dead boodles o' dust, and it were did fer a purpose. Ef I was free, I c'u'd go back and bag ther chief and the'r whole lot of 'em, and it's a clear reward from ther government, ther miners, and ther stage com pany of twenty-five thousand dollars. Of course, I'll be set free soon as I gits ter Omaha, but it will be too late then." "That is too bad." "Sartin it are; but to accu s e me o' robbery when I hev got thousands with me, give me ter spend in ther captur' o' ther Valley Terrors. '1 "You've got thousands with you?" "Yas; and I'll tell you what I'll do?" "Well? "If I corrals ther Valley Terrors I gits all ther reward, and I kin d o it ef I git s away now, so I don't mind giv ing you a thousand down ter unlock my irons and set me free." "A thousand dollar s is a great deal of money, but I'll lose my place if I l e t you go. "Say as how I struc k yer in ther head, when yer was going down ther mountains, and stunned yer, so I got ther keys out o yer pocket and set myself free." "The Jew peddler in s ide would know better." "Durn him, he won't know nothin', fer I'll jist put a revolver onter him and make him light out on ther trail, yer see." "One thousand dollar s?" "Yes, and you've got money ter see me through, ain't yer?" "Monk gave me two hundred for the agent, and ter pay yer way." "Waal, keep thet and say I tuk it." Ben Haws s hook his head. "Say, I'll make it two thousan d. Put your hand in my left side pocket, pa rd and yer'll find ther money." 1 / Ben Haws obeyed, and the sight of the new, crisp bills made him excited with joy. "Count 'em pard, and say it's a go." "I'll d o it, and he thrust the money into his pocket, took out the key s and unlocked the irons from the pris oner. Quick a s a flas h Sapling Sam seized the revolver from Ben Haws' belt and covered him. "Now, pard, hold out yer hands!" The driver begged and swore, but obeyed, and the irons were clas ped upon his own wrists, and he was made fa s t n to the coach, which had been brought to a standstill when Haws began to release his.prisoner. The Jew peddler was snoring peacefully within the coach, so Sapling Sam had no fear of him. Then he took the money from the driver, which Monk had given him and said : "I'll borrow one of your leaders, pard, soon as I rob Jew." "It vas petter es yer don't rob t'e Jew!" The words fell upon the ears of the startled Sapling Sam like a clap of thunder from a cloudless sky. The Jew was leaning out of the coach window, and had his rifle cocked, the muzzle not a foot from the head of a the man he addressed: a "Drop down dose veapons, mine fri'nt, or I plows yott d up mit t'e sky!" : d The weapons were laid down as ordered. ; "Now, git yourselves down mit t'e pox!" >b Sapling Sam obeyed, and then Ben Haws, almost crushed by the shame of his position, was ordered the box. Out sprang the Jew, then unlocked the irons on thd .;: driver's wrists, and ordered them put upon the prisoner -. again. This was done, and then came the words, with no ac cent whatever: "Pare! Sapling Sam, I was sent as your guard to Omaha, for it was feared you might try to escape. And you, driver, have had a lesson, so I'll not report your proving false to your trust. But the money given you by this fel low is counterfeit, as he has not a dollar of genuine money with him. Now, Pard Sapling Sam, you ride in side with me, and if you come any funny business, I'll obey my orders, and kill you." Ben Haws warmly thanked the man who had spared him from exposure, and, mounting his box, drove on, a "'iser man by far. CHAPTER III. SCOUTS ON THE TRAIL. Buffalo Bill and Pawnee Bill were determined to slip away from Kate's Kitchen without the fact being known to other than the landlady and the man wh0 stood guard in the stable. They had paid their bills and bid
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6 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. They approached it warily, and called out when near. All was dark within, and no response came. They called again, with like result, mentioning their names. But all was silent. They went around to the stable and listened. "Pawnee!" "Yes, Buffalo." "There is not the photograph of a sound in this stable." "That means both his horses are gone." "Yes." "And the dogs are not in the cabin, I am sure." "'Then the whole lay-out have skipped." "So it seems." "Where?" 'I give it up; but let us push on. And on the two scouts rode. Both were splendidly mounted, and their horses ood had a good rest in Hallelujah City, so they pushed on at a good pace until an hour before dawn, when they went into camp at a place where they had camped on their way to the mines. Confident that they had thrown their shadowers off their track, they did not worry in the morning, but took it leisurel y and several times halted to cover up their tracks. They wished to enter Shadow Valley at a certain point where they deemed there would be less danger of their meeting any of the Valley Terrors, so camped early, de tennined to push on the next day on foot, when they had found a hiding place for their horses, as they had de cided to take the advice of the Bravo about not going mounted, so as to leave no trail. Could they find a good hiding place for their animals, they knew they could leave them for twenty-four hours at least. The place was found, at the head of a canon, and the horses were fenced into a space where there was good grass and water, the scouts cutting down small trees to serve as a barrier, with hatchets which they always car ried. Then they had supper, and lay down to sleep until mid night, when they arose and s tarted for the Shadow Valley. They had gone but a mile when a light flashed upon their vision. The rays came from over a ridge, ancj. they cautiously made their way to where they could obtain a look down into the canon. What they beheld fairly s tartled them, iron-nerved though they were. They looked down into the head of a cafion, not unlike the one in which they had left their horses. There was a stream in it, a plot of grass, and some trees. / The ridge surrounding the canon, and where they stood, was heavily fringed with trees. / There was a fire burning in the canon, and staked out were five horses, an,d two more were feeding without being secured These latter were as black as jet, and a saddle and a packsaddle lay near them. Not far from the fire, which cast a cheerful, ruddy glow through the canon, lay two huge black dogs, appar. ently resting after a jaunt, and near them were some blankets spread down, showing where some one had made a temporary bed. But this was not all, for in the cafiotl were five men. Two of them were Indians, two were men at work with pick and shovel, and each digging a grave. The third was Bandbox Bill, the Bravo. The two scouts gazed at each other in the darkness as though striving to read each other's thoughts at what they beheld. The scei1e fairly s tartled them, as they gazed down into the canon. There were two Indians, whom they never remembered to have seen before, and these stood rifles in hand as though guarding the two white men who were digging the graves. And those two gravediggers? The scouts did not long remain in ignorance of who they were. The huge form of th e one on the right could be no other than Bully Joe. On the left was the man who had l o ng been the terror of Hallelujah City. It was Slim Jones. Each Indian had his man under guard. The two men did not work rapidly but with a heavy manner, and from time to til)le they ca s t looks at their redskin guards, and then over at the s tern, silent mat who paced to and fro to and fro, not far from them The blazing fire cast its rays full upon him, revealin his elegant form, clad in black his top-boots, with thei glittering gold spurs flas hing at every step. His closely buttoned coat, with the rather large s leeve s in which the scouts now knew were deadly revolvers, s mall, but of heavy caliber. His broad-brimmed black sombrero partially hid his face, except voLhen he turned toward the firelight in his ceaseless walk. What could the scene mean so wild so so p ortentous of something appalling to come? Those two men, Slim Jone s and Bully Joe, the scou t knew, had obeyed the man in broadcloth as their ma s ter. He had commanded them to leave Hallelujah City, an they had gone. The scouts knew that it was their work that had strun Redskin Pete up before the c abin of Bandb o x Bill, fo the Brav6 had tole} them as much. He had told them, too, that some one had gone upo their trail, and that they were doomed. Thos e two Indians had been the tt : ailer s with out d o u h t They had done their trailing well, too The Bravo had said that he had to g o away He had kept his word There he was in the cafion, with hi s tw o black horses hi s dog s and two red s kin s who evidently acknowledge him as their master. There, too, were tl\e pair of desperadoe s But whose graves were they digging? At last Buffalo Bill said in a whisper: Pawnee Bill, are those men calmly digging their o w graves ? "It looks so, Buffalo." "It does, indeed; but they are two to three." "You mean they should fight it out?" "Yes." "But the Bravo is there." "True; and that means you deem it useles s for the to make the attempt?" "Yes, and more."

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. .... 7 "What more?" .: "That man commands them by his marvelous force o( will, his secret power over them. : "What can it be?" "I give it up; but they are doing the work, all the s ame." The men worked slowly. It seemed an effort at times to sink their picks into the earth and to shovel out the loose dirt. 1 The Bravo did not hurry them, but still kept up his tireless passing to and fro. The Indians stood like bronze statue silent, but watch ful and ready. "I should think they would make a break and have thie redskins shoot them," Buffalo Bill said "No, for they would only wing them, I am sure. "Some moral force keeps tho se men at work on their own graves, and that force the Bravo exerts." Do you think we should interfere?" "Buffalo, what could we do?" "Demand that he spare tho s e men." "Buffalo!" "\Vell ?" "This is not our funeral." "Granted." 'It might be, did we interfere.'' "You surely do not fear the man, mysterious being though he is?" "Don't you know that I never knew what physi<;al fear was?" .'Yes I grant that; but you spo ke as though we get the worst of it if ke interfered." 1 "We might kill the Bravo from here, true; but tho s e redskins have their orders, and would never allow those two to escape.'1 'Well, we can do nothing?" "Why should we, for tho se men are' two of the worst characters in the mountains?" "That i s true. They were driven out of Hallelujah, and halted, as we know, to kill the Bravo, and hanged a poor devil by mistake for him." "He sent those red s kins after them, and they have got them fast." "All true, I admit; but it look s coldblooded to make them dig their own grave s, and then kill them.'" ''That fo an idea, and we gues s at it from what we see \Ve will wait and see how it tqrns out.'' Again silence fell between the two scouts, and then Buffalo Bill suddenly asked : "Bill, what about the man Sapling Sam?" "Oh, yes, the Bravo yanked him off with hitri out of the Queen of Hearts Saloon." "Yes, and .where is he?" "Buffalo, I'm too tired to guess." "I suppose he has turned up his toes." "Like as not, for they get lead, steel, and knife epi demics about Hallelujah, a s we both discovered; but peace to his sawdust, if he has gone," said Pawnee Bill indif ferently. "Well, when I find Helen Quimby, as I hope to do, I am going to camp on the trail ot Bandbox Bill unti l I know all about him," Buffalo Bill said firmly. "I'm with you, Buffalo, if from curiosity only; bt.tt ee, the graves are about finished." The two desperadoes had ceased their work, and turned toward the Bravo. He halted in his walk: coolly looked at his watch, and said something in a tone that the scouts could not catch That the desperadoes were pleading with him they knew, and they heard his voice ring out sharply: .. "Don't be cravens; die like men!" The desperadoe knelt down in the graves, and the red skin stepped toward them, extending a revolver to each Then, before the s<:out knew what was to be done, two s hots rang out in rapid succession, and Pawnee Bill cried aloud : "By Heaven! they have taken their own lives, Buffalo ., At his voice, the two dogs sprang up and uttered a warnil}g yelp, and in an instant the Bravo had leaped the blankets from the ground, and, dip ping them into the brook, threw them over the fire At once all was in darkness, and Buffalo Bill said: we must go to the canon and head hitn off, for he must know what we have seen." They reached the canon within ten minutes, but no one wa s there, other than the two dead desperadoes. The fire had burned up through the wet and revealed the cafion distinctly again But the Bravo, the redskim, horses, trappings, and all were gone, having disappeared with wonderful quick41ess, 11nd so mysteriously as to bewilder the two scouts. "Pawnee, that was quick work.'' "Yes, Buffalo." "Well, let us fill in these grave s and then go on our way." "All ,right, Buffalo," answered Pawnee Bill. CHAPTER IV, LARIATED The sudden and mysterious disappearance of the Bravo and the two J ndians1 accompanied by their horses, and taking their traps with them, in so s h or t a sp ace of time, quite bewilde re d the two scouts for a while. The graves were there, with their occupants, the re volvers s til! grasped in the hand s of the two dead men Slim Jones had shot himself through the brain, while Bully Joe had sent a bullet into his heart. The fire had burned up brightly throu gh the wet blan kets, and the scouts threw on more wood, to make a better blaze. They hoped, if the Bravo was near and saw them, that he would come and join them. But this the Bravo did not do, so they wen t on their way toward the Shadow Valley. They halted on the ridge overlooking the valley Until dawn, eating a cold breakfast1 for they cared not to build a fire then, and1 when the sun arose, went forward once more Their object was to find some trail, and lie in wait there until some one would come along. If the Woman in Black, they would reveal their pres ence, and ask her about the kiclnaping of Helen Quimby, and if s he was then a captive of the Valley If it proved to be an outlaw, they woiild lariat him, and it would not be their fault if threats d i d not force him to reveal all he knew, and, perhaps, be their guide to the retreat. r While hoping for the c o ming of the woman in Black, they heard hoofs approaching.

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s THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. They, were upon a trail often ti"aveled, and their posi tion enabled them ta command a view up and down the valley, while remaining hidden themselves. They had hidden in a group of rocks upon the banks of a small stream crossed by the trail. Any one coming along must pass within fifteen feet of them. On t he tops of the rocks grew some stunted trees and bushes, where they l ay in hiding; but the rocks seemed p l aced on the bank of the stream for their especial benefit, for they could glide among them and use the weapons which they had brought along at the suggestion of the Bravo-their lariats. They had been perhaps an hour in their place of con ct;alment when they heard the sound of hoofs approach ing. Quickly they looked, one in each directi<;m, and Buffalo Bill said: "It's a horseman, and he is coming at a canter. guick to our position for throwing our ropes The men at once crouched down among the rocks, ten feet apart. Buffalo Bill was to throw before Pawnee Bill, and his aim would be the rider. Pawnee Bill was to lasso the horse. The man came on, little dreaming of danger. He was a slim-built, small man, with a red beard and long hair, and dressed in buckskin. A belt of arms was about his waist and a rifle hung at his saddle horn. That he was one of the Valley Terrors the scouts were He was well-mounted upon a wiry horse, a sorrel,;md drew rein in the brook to give the animal water. That was the scouts' chance, and they took advantage of it. Buffalo Bill threw his lariat with sure aim Until it settled over him, the man had no thought of peril. Almost at the sa me in s tant, as the startled horse threw up his head, Pawnee Bill sent his coil flying anq it set tled around the animal's neck. The frightened horse, with a loud s nort, bounded for ''"ard, to be thrown down in the stream as the lariat be came taut, for the other end was made fast to a small tree. The lasso of Buffalo Bill, shorter than the other, had yanked the rider out of the saddle and brought llim, with a loud splash, in the water. The brook was some two and a half feet deep there, so the fall of the horse and rider was broken, and did no harm As the man plunged out of the creek, dripping wet, he was met by Buffalo Bill with his "Pard, I want you," he said quietly. The horse was caugHt by Pawnee Bill, and the two were led around among the rocks. "Who are yer ?" demanded the man, as soon as he could speak. "That was the question we were about to ask you, and, as we have the call on you, just give us your pedigree, pard," said Cody. "I am a miner in ther mountains." "Yes, and you get most of your du s t out of pocket .ni nes, I guess." "I don't under s tand you." "Wclla I mean you are a Valley Terrdt<" The man's face paled at this charge; but he said in dignantly : "I am nothing of the kind. I am an honest miner.., "What are you doing in thi s Shadow Valley, then, for you are not prepared for a long journey?" "What are you doing here?" "Looking for just such men as you." "I am no outlaw." "Well, we differ with you about that, and we advise you to talk straight, tt>r there is a rope about your neck. "I have nothing to say, more than I have said." "Where are you just from?" "My mine." .. "Where is it?" "Up in the valley." "There is no mine here. ''That shows you do not know. "Where are you going?" "To see a pard." "Where?" "Over on the ridge." "Well, we must search you, my friend." The man winced at this, and tried to spri ng away. But the clutch of the scouts held him firm, and Pawnee Bill soon drew a letter from his pocket. It was wet, but the address was plain: "Major Iron Hand." As you do not carry the United States mail, pard, we'll take the liberty of reading this letter. And Buffalo Bill opened the envelope and read, written in a 'fO man's hand: "Come, for you are needed. W.I. B." "Pard, thi s letter would hang you, if we were not di posed to be merciful. Do you deny now that you are Valley Terror?" "Why do so? For it is useless, I see." "Who is W. I. B. ?" "I will not tell you." "Woman in black that might stand for, and I gue ss it does. Eh, Pawnee Bill?" "Sure, Buffalo; but what i s to be done with this gent?" "He mus't talk, if he expects to save his life." "I have nothing to say," was the dogged response. "Well, I have a number of questions to ask, and your answers will save your life, or lose it. "Now, Pard Valley Terror, make up your mind whether1 you wish to live or die, for I have orders to kill at sight every outlaw of your gang." And the manner of Buffalo Bill showed that he was in1 earnest. The scouts placed themselves before their prisoners lik:, men who were determined to stand no trifling, and to let the man know who they were, as though by accident, so that he would understand that they had the power to act, Buffalo Bill incidentally called his companion by name "Are you Pawnee Bill?" asked the outlaw quickly. "That's what men call me, pard, and this is Buffalo Bill." "What, chief of scouts at Fort Benning?" asked the man uneasily. "Yes." "Then, if I had you both prisoners I could get a snugl su1n." "How so?"

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THE BUFF.\LO BILL STORIES. 9 l ''There is a standing price on your heads among the / Valley Terrors." "Yon honor us," said Buffalo Bill dryly. "Your words admit that you are a Valley Terror." "Granted." "Then talk straight, if you don't wish to die." \ "I have nothing to say, a$ I told you." I "Where are the Valley Terrors?" "In their retreat." \ "Where is that?" "Anywliere, everywhere." "Major Iron Hand is your chief?" "So it is said." "How many are in y0ur banci ?" "Enough to worry all the military and scouts on the border." "Are you aware that, when taken, none of your men are to be spared?" "None have been spared when taken, so the future will be no worse than the past." "Have you any prisoners?" "I am not the jailer of the band." 'Is there not a young lady captive in your, retreat ?" "If I knew, I would not tell you." "There is a woman in black who is connected with the \'alley Terrors?" "Every one know s that who travels these trails." "\\'ho is she?" ",\woman in black, is all I know her as." "Where is she?"' "Attending to her duties somewhere." ''Where is the chief?" "He is always on duty." "Pard Buffalo, that fellow has not answered a single question you asked 1 him. Shall I give the rope a pull?" Pawnee Bill, for I wish to give him every chance before he gets to the end of his rope." "'vVell, he had talk now." "Once for all, I will not betray my comrades ., 'You are a Valley Terror?" "I am." 'Yon were going with this message to your chief?" ''I was." "Ybu refuse to tell, and accept your life?" "I do, for there is honor among thieves, it is said." "You do not care for life?" "I do." ""OU can get a handsome sum in money if you will f betray them." "I will not do it." ( "Then, Buffalo Bill, he is no good to us, so let's hang im," bluntly said Pawnee Bill. ''Just as you say, Pawnee," and .Jtuffalo Bill placed the 6 lariat about the man's neck. [. But he did not flinch. "There is a tree, so let us run him up to that." "All right," an l they led the man to the tree. He w9lkecl firmly, and though his face was very pale, he sh6w ed no signof fear. Pawnee Bill threw one end of the rope over the limb, while Buffalo Bill bound the man's hands behind him. Th6n the latter said : "Just five minutes to tell what you know, and get a eward, in the bargain, with your life and freedom, or to ang." "I'll hang," was the cool response. "You've got nerve, anyhow." "I need it in my lawless calling, and took my life in my hands when I entered upon it. It is death sooner or later, so go ahead." The two scouts looked at each other, and Pawnee Bill said bluntly: "Pard, you've got too much nerve for an outfaw, aRd ought to be a square man. I am sorry you will nor confess what we wish to know; but we won't hang you,. and had no idea of doing so." "That's just what I thought, Buffalo Bill." "YOU did, eh ?" "Yes." "And why?" "I have heard much of you two men, and never yet that you were guilty of a mean act, or of killing a man in cold blood, so I did not believe you would hang me." "What are we to do with him, Pawnee?" "Ask me something easy, Buffalo." "You cannot let him go." "Certainly not." "As we cannot get anything out of him, he is an ele phant on our hands." "I'd rather have an old buffalo bull for my share." The outlaw laughed outright. "You are a funny chap, pard." "Oh, I take life as it comes and goes." ''Well, Buffalo, let us put the nippers on him and g::ig him, so if any other durned fool comes 11Jong he can't yelp and give us away." "All right; we 'll put him in a safe place." The outlaw was then ironed, and his feet tied to his hands so that he could not escape. He made no resistance, and Buffalo Bill said: .. I hate to treat you badly, pa rd, for I admire your pluck; but I must." "Oh, certainly, for I'd give you away if I could."' "Well, I'll have to gag you." ."That's not pleasant, but go ahead." He was accordingly securely gagged, and they were about to take him farther over among the rocks, when the splashing of water startled them. They had been so thoroughly wrapped up in their pris oner tqat for once they had forgotten their caution. There was some one coming along the trail, and cross ing the brook. They sprang to a position for resistance, if treed be, and, a moment after, a \1orse and rider came in sight, not fifty feet from them. CHAPTER V. A PROMISE. "Holy smoke! Buffalo, it's the Woman in Black," hoarsely whispered Pawnee Bill, as the rider and horse came into view. "It is," answered Cody, and he quickly added: "You shin around the rocks and head her off in her trail, while I come out behind her, for she cannot escape us then." lfhis plan was speedily adopted, and the horsewoman drew rein as she saw Pawnee Bill step out in the trail before her. Then she wheeled her horse as though to retreat ,Py the brook. There she beheld Buffalo Bill in the trail.

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IO THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. l!pon one side was the ragged group of rocks and the thicket, which no horse could pass over. Upon the other was a deep water wash, fully twenty feet wide. For an instant she seemed about to drive her horse to take the leap, but with a start of only a couple of lengths she seemed to realize that he could not make it. Seeing that she was trapped, she remained silent and expectant, while the two scouts approached her. Right where she had halted was the bound prisoner, not thirty feet away from her, but out of sight._ The scouts gazed upon the woman with strange in terest as they approached her. She was certainly a superb-looking woman, with fault less form, clad in deep black, and sitting in her saddle .like a queen. Her face was very pale, her eyes large and lustrous, and both the scouts had the same thought at once that they had known her somewhere. But they could not place her, try as they might. She bo ed haughtily as they advanced, and, in spite of their belief that she was an outlaw, they raised their sombreros. "May I ask if you deem me your prisoner, sirs?" she said, in a voice that was strangely musical, and to which there was the tinge of a foreign accent. "If you are the Woman in Black, we came to the Shadow Valley to see you," Buffalo Bill responded. "And why, may I ask?" "We have known of kind acts that you have done, of men that you have warned of danger in this valley, and we felt that you could not be wholly bad." "I have done what I deemed my duty, serving two masters though I have had to." "Two masters?" "Yes, conscience and one other." "You have certainly served your conscience well, for not long since you saved Keen Kit's coach from robbery." "Worse, perhaps; in1fact, far worse." "And you have warned others of danger s in this valley." "Therein I was serving my conscienc"'." "Well, we are anxious to have you do another good deed." "Name it." "Had you seen us here before we discovered you, would you have warned u s of danger?" "Yes." "May I ask if you are really cohnected with the band of outlaws known as the Valley Terrors?" "Of myself I have nothing to say." "Will you tell us if there is not a captive among the Valley Terrors?" "There are several." "One is a young girl?" "Ah! Who do you mean?" "Miss Quimby." "Do you deem her a captive?" "Yes." "She came of her own free will." "Did she tell you so?" "I have not spoken with her." "Who told you so ?" "The one who brought her to the valley." "And he is--" "The second in command of the Valley Terrors." "Well, I happen to know that she was kidnaped, as my friend, here, also does, and that you have not been per mitted to see her is further proof." "It may be so." "Do you know one who is called the Bravo in Broadcloth?" I The woman started, and asked quickly: "What know you of him?" "We owe him our lives." "So do many otheis owe him the sa me debt." "He is dwelling in Hallelujah City now." "So have heard; but what causes you to speak to me of him?" "We told that we were coming to the Valley of the S11adow of Death to rescue Miss Quimby, feeling con fident that she had been kidnaped. "Well? "I:Ie advised us to seek you, and you could tell. "Sent he no message?" "None." "He said nothing more?" "No." \i\Tell, I will see what I can discover for you, as to Miss Quimby being a willing or unwilling sojourner here. If the latter I will aid you; but if the former I will not in terfere. "We can ask no more, certainly." "Where are you camping?" "We are in temporary hiding among the rock. By ] upiter I forgot all about the prisoner." "As I did, Buffalo." \i\That prisoner, may I ask?" The scouts l ooked troubled, and Buffalo Bill responded: "Unintentionally we have betrayed you.' "How so?" "We caught a horse and rider a while ago with our la ss6es, and we could not force him by threats or bribes to tell us anything we wished to know. "A man on a sorrel horse?" "Yes." "A courier?" "Yes, he bore a letter which we read." "To Major Iron Hand?" Yes." "Where is your prisoner?" "Bound and gagged, and just over behind that rock." "Then he has heard all?" and the woman's face showed her anxiety. "He has, I fear." "Then he must not escape, for you do not know how fearful would be th e result." "He is a plucky fellow, and we hated to cause him to suffer." I "Yes, he is a bra\'e man; but he is true as steel to his outlaw comrades, and it would be better to kill him than that he should escape. I mean just what I say, as some clay you may know." "He shall not escape, I promise you." "See to it that he does not, sir, I beseech you." The woman was in deadly earnest now, and the sco uts saw it. Then Buffalo Bill asked : "When will you tell us of Miss Quimby?" "Twoclays from this, at noon. I will show you where I will meet you." "Yon cannot do so before?"

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. Tf "No, it is impossible.'' "Then lead us to where we are to meet you." "In the meantime, keep out of this valley." "Yes, we will." "And do not let this man Iron Heart Dick escape." "We will see to it -that he does not." She leaned forward and whispered: "Follow my trail when I have disappeared from sight in yonder timber. BlindfQld your prisoner, and when OU come to a retreat into which I have ridden and turned, ack in, make it your camping place until I come there wo days from this." "We will do so; but can we bring our horses there? e left them out of the valley?" "Yes, it would be better to have them with you. Now will go," and, with a wave of her hand, she rode off. Half an hour after, they followed, having mounted the risoner upon his horse. A walk of several mile s brought them again in sight of the woman, evidently awaiting them. Buffalo Bill walked forward alone, and she said : "You already know the spot, for I observed your horses there. I will be there in two days," and again she rode away. "Well, this is a surpri s e party," said Pawnee Bill, as he iscovered that the rendezvou s appointed by the vVoman m Black was where they had concealed their own hor-ses. Meantime, Surgeon Powell and Texas Jack, in their lisguises, th c one a s an Indian, the other an old trapper, were creeping along on the trail of Buffalo Bill and awnee Bill. llad Buffalo Bill and hi s pard, Pawnee ill, known the identity of the men whom they were try'ng to throw off their track they would have given it up s a useless undertaking. The two Bills had been friends with Surgeon Frank owell and Texas Jack too long not to know that they ere their equals in prairiecraft, cunning, and conrage. The four had scouted many a time together, and stood ack to back in desperate fights for life. They were true as steel to one another, and both Buf-alo Bill and Pawnee. Bill. if told to select two pards ho should go on a trail of desperate danger with them, ould at once have chosen Frank Powell and Texas Jack. In fact, they felt great regret, and so expressed them lves, that the surgeon and the Texan were not near to e able to go with him on the trip to Hallelujah City. When, therefore, Buffalo Bill and Pawnee Bill slipped way from Kate's Kitchen at night, as they believed, un en by their shadowers, the surgeon and the Texan fol wed them on foot until they saw just what trail they tended to take. Then they returned to the hotel, and, paying the clerk, horn they aroused, they mounted their horses and rode .s far as Bandbox Bill's cabin. Here they halted for the remainder of the night, as hey knew the Bravo was away from home, and they id not care to go wrong on the trail of the two Bills. With the dawn, they had breakfast, and then, mounting, ey rode on. Th y were too experienced as trailers to be at a loss to ollow the trail of the scouts, and when they knew that ey had gained on them until the two Bills were not very r ahead, they went at a slower pace. But the nature of the ground soon became such that to follow the trail was slow and tedious work, and at times they became alarmed about finding the tracks when lost. They knew that the two Bills were going toward the Shadow Valley, and they had the alternative of pushing on there, if they utterly lost their trail. they and at got on the right track agam. All the next day their progress was slow; but they came, near night, upon the retreat where the horses had been left; but they ventured no farther than to see that it was their camp. Then they knew that the scouts had made that spot their base of operations, and they established themselves not far away, in a secluded nook. By some means Texas Jack's horse had slipped his halter, and was gone the next morning, and, evidently re membering his good treatment at the stable of Kate's Kitchen, he had taken the back trail in that direction. Mounting Surgeon Powell's horse, Texas Jack set off in search of his own animal, and it was late in the night before he returned. But he brought back the rttnaway with him. This brought the time clown to the day when the \Voman in Black was to vis it the retreat of Buffalo Bill and I awnee Bill. Surgeon Powell and Texas Jack had a late breakfast. and seemed in no hnrry to move, for Frank Powell hacl rccon9oiterecl laJ:e the evening before, and told the Texan that the scouts were still in their retreat. "Well, doc, I gnes s we had better go over and join them, thi s morning, and make ours elves known," said Jack. "We'll happen in on them, Jack, and not give our secret away until we have had some fun. with them about fol lowing their trail." "Good! We'll get Pawnee Bill mad, and then tell them who we are." This being decided upon, the two mounted their horses toward noon and rode over in the direction of the camp of the scouts. They went along fl ridge which gave them a view of a level stretch of land, and at once they beheld a party of horsemen riding slowly along and evidently following a trail. The trail led in the direction of the sconi's retreat, and Surgeon Powell remarked: "VVe have not the time to warn them, Jack; but we can get there to the funeral." ''Yes, and they'll be glad we followed their trail, I'm thinking, for there are just a dozen men in yonder party.' Yes, too many for even Cody and Pawnee to fight alone, especially as these men must be Valley Terrors. But we will even up matters some, and then the surprise we will give the outlaws will count for a good deal, Jack." "You bet it will, doc; but let us be making our way to the scene, for we must not arrive too late." "No; and I only hope that the outlaws will not surprise them. If we had only been ,half an hour sooner!" "But we were not, so let us be moving, and, Jack, 1 guess we are going to have a lively time of it." "Well, it won't be a picnic for us, I am certain." With this, the two friends rode on, and Texas Jack took off his spectacles, which went to prove that he wished nothing to destroy his aim in the strife which he was sure must come.

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12 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. CHAPTER VI. MEXICAN MONTE. One meeting Mexican Monte would never dream that he was an outlaw, the trusted lieutenant of Major Iron Hand, the mysterious chief of the Valley Terrors. He was a fine-looking young man, with the dark face and black hair and black eyes of a Mexican. He affected the Mexican dress, was a good deal of a dandy in his make-up, and was as cruel as his looks were innocent. He rode along a trail one afternoon, some days before Helen Quimby left the fort, and was smoking a cigarrito with the air of one who had nothing upon his mind, and was at peace with the world in general. He held on his way to a spur of the mountain, where he could view a vast expanse of country. He placed a glass to his eyes and looked over the expanse, his vision following a trail faintly outlined for miles. "He is coming," he muttered, as he saw a horseman coming along the trail. As the horseman drew nearer the trail, he unrolled a red flag, attached it to his rifle, and, with the breech upon his thigh, thus rode along, allowing the little square of silk to flutter as he moved. Mexican Monte drew from his pocket a red flag, and, placing it upon a stick, he waved it three times, and the horseman in the valley came on at a gallop. The man coming along the trail was in and his equipments were military. He was well armed and accoutered for the road. Upon reaching the top of the spur, he saluted Mexican Monte politely, and the latter asked abruptly: "Well, how goes on at the fort, Marquand?" "As well as you could wish, Captain Monte." "What have you done?" "I have my allies ready to spring a trap when opportunity offers, sir." \ 1 "How many have you in your pay?" "A woman and two men." "Are they enough for the work?" "Ample, sir." "There must be no failure." "There shall not be, Captain Monte." "Give me no ice in time, when you intend to spring yot.tr trap." "I have as one of my allies, sir, a scout, a perfect bor derman, and he shall leave with news to you the moment all is arranged." "Accomplish this for me, Marquand, and I will make you a rich man; but if you fail me, I fail, too, and I shall have to continue an outlaw, but not as second in command, for it frets me to have a master." "You do not like Chief Iron Hand, then, sir?" "Oh, I like him well enough, yes; but he is as haughty as Lucifer, and, more, I do all the work, for he is seldom with the men." "You think he will give up the command, sir?" "I don't know that he would willingly; but he will un der my persuasion, and you shall step into my shoes and be my lieutenant, Marquand." "You are kind to me, Captain Monte." "No, I am just, for you have been true as steel; but, mind you, I am talking now of what will be if our plot fails. If it is successful, why, we will be rich, give up outlawry, and live as gentlemen far from here." "H.eaven grant the plot iS a success, sir, for this is a life of terrible risk we lead." "Yes, I grant it is; but if we fail, then, as chief, I will gain a fortune by lawless acts, and this Overland will ring with my deeds of daring. But you must not delay here, so return to the fort, while I go back to my den of thieves," and Mexican Monte laughed. "A few banknotes won't go amiss, captain, for I have to pay liberall;:. you know." "Ah, yes," and the Mexican handed over a roll of bills, which Marquand put into his pocket, and, saluting, rode away. The Mexican watched him for a while, and then turned his horse back on the trail he had come. A ride of a dozen miles brought him to the head of the Shadow Valley. A narrow canon, cutting througq a mountain range, was the pass into the valley at that end, and there was sta tioned a mounted sentinel. Mexican Monte stopped and talked with him for a few minutes, and then rode on irito the pass. Half a mile beyond was a camp in the very fastness of the rugged range. It was the camp of the Valley Terrors, their abiding place for the time being, for they seldom remained a month in one place The camp was one that could move away in fifteen minutes' warning. Though the Valley Terrors seemed to have no regular retreat, they had a sco re of secure camping grounds which could be well defended, and they seemed to haunt the Valley of the Shadow of Death more than any other lo cality. Riding up to an army tent upon the hillside, Mexican Monte dismounted, threw the rein of his horse to a peon Indian that came forward, and asked, in the Mexican tongue: "Any news, Ponto?" "None, senor." "Any word from the chieP" "No word has come to your quarters, senor ." "\Vhere is the fair spy the chief has upon our move ments?" And Mexican Monte spoke with a sneer. "Off on the trails, sefior, for she has not returned since leaving this morning." The young outlaw officer made no reply, but threw him self into a hammock swung near his tent, and was soon fast asleep. Hardly had his eyes closed in slumber before a horse woman rode past his quarters. It was the Woman in Black, and she passed on up the hill to where several army tents were grouped together; but, like the tent of the Mexican officer, they were all painted a dark brown. She threw herself into a campchair in front of her tent, and seemed lost in viewing the scene before her, the two score of outlaws encamped upon the hillside below her, t,heir horses feeding in the valley, and the grand expanse of cafions, vales, and mountains. Certainly it was a strange fatality which had brc1ught that woman to be a dweller among outlaws, for hers was not the face of one whose heart was wicked. It seemed a cruel destiny for her to follow, and the sor row that seemed stamped upon her face showed

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THE 'BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. that she suffered deeply at her lot. A negress now brqught her a cup of coffee. The same afternoon a messenger came into the camp to see Mexican Monte. He handed him a letter, also written in cipher1 and quite a lengthy one. Whatever .its contents, it seemed to interest the Mexican deeply, for he read it over and over again. Then he said to the messenger, who had the appearance of being a scout: "You had the signals, of course?'' "Yes, captain, they were given to me by Marquand." "Is your horse able to return at once?" "Marquand said you would give me a fresh horse, captain." "I will. Go get some food, and here is a reminder that you must go back with all speed," and he placed some money in the man's hands. "When you return, say to Marquand that the plan ;s a splendid one, and cannot fail, for I will carry out 1is every suggestion." "Yes, captain," and the man departed with the peon, .vho fed him well, and then got for him a fine horse from iis master's corral. The next night Mexican Monte mounted his best horse nd rode away from the camps. He passed by the quarters of the Woman in Black, and said, as he raised his sombrero: "I am going upon a special scout for a couple of days, and when I return I expect to bring company. Should the chief arrive meanwhile, pray explain my absence, and will you please take command until my return?" The Woman in Black simply bowed, making no response >Jhatever. As Mexican Monte passed on, she muttered: "He has some black deed on hand, I know ; but I have not one near that I can send off his trail. Yes, he got a message while I was absent, Cynthia, the negress, told me, and that is what carries him away. Some one, he says, will return with him-Heaven have mercy upon them I" "Ah, there go four men up from the camps, and they will accompany him, I am sure! Yes, one is that out i awed pony rider of the Pacific trail, and the other three are as precious a trio of rascals as there are in the band. There is some deviltry going on, I am sure, out just now I am powerless to discover what it is." The Woman in Black was correct about the three men going to follow on the trail of Mexican Monte, for they overtook him before he had gotten a mile away from the canon camp of the Valley Terrors. Mexican Monte had picked his men well, and he knew just what he had for them to do. He led the way, and late that night they went into a in a snug retreat not very far from the Over.Jand Trail. Here they prepared to make themselves comfortable, for the two packhorses were unsaddled, and their packs revealed a very good supply of clothing and provisions had been brought along. Mexican Monte evidently did not deem a guard neces sary, for none was placed, and the men were allowed to ::ook supper and turn into their blankets at will. The next morning no move was made, and not until after the noon meal did the little camp awaken to life. Then one of the packs was opened, and revealed a side saddle, some soldiers' uniforms, and a costume such as was worn by the Overland Pony Express riders in those days. Not long after, a man rode into camp. It was the scout who had visited the outlaw officer the day before. He carried a bundle with him, which he gave to Mexi can Monte, along with a letter, and, after a short rest and some dinner, departed, with the remark: "Marquand thinks it best I should return at once, cap tain." "Yes, and he says there will be no at his end of the line." "None, captain, for you have the skirt and hat, along with other things he sent, and the letters are written and all ready." "Good Then there shall be no mistake at this end of the line, for my men know just what they have to do," arid Mexican Monte seemed to be in a good humor with all mankind as he watched the messenger ride away. Half an hour after, the young man, who had once been a Pony Express rider, put on his rig, and, receiving a letter and some :instructions from Mexican Monte, mounted his horse and rode out of camp. Two hours after his departure the other three men, dressed up in the uniform of cavalry soldiers and also left the camp, 'after certain instructions from their leader, and they carried with them a led horse. Then Mexican Monte was left alone, and he began to pace to and fro. The shadows deepened in the cafion, and darkness came. Then the man threw some wood upon the live coals of the camp fire and had a cheery blaze. The firelight made weird, dancing shadows about him; but he heeded them not, but paced to and fro until hours passed. Then he started, for sounds came to his ears. Soon after, four horses, with riders, rode into the cafion and up to the camp fire. The Mexican sprang forward, and said to one who rode by the side of the -outlaw wearing a sergeant's uniform: "Senorita Helen Quimby, I am glad to meet you again," "Monte Miranda I My Heaven! How I have been deceived!" 1 The one who uttered the almost despairing words was Helen Quimby. CHAPTER VII. THE CAPTIVE. For a moment, after recognizing how she had been trapped, Helen Quimby seemed almost overcome. Then she rallied quickly, and her splendid pluck came back to her, and she asked, with indignant anger: "What does this outrage mean, Monte Miranda?" "It means that when I visited you at the fort I read a proposition to you which you were p)ea s ed to refuse. I have decided to carry out my plan, arid so kidnaped you." "It was a most clever plot, and as a villain you a.re to be congratulated upon your cleverness." "We will discuss that as we ride along, for I pref er not to remain here. "Come, my gallant pony rider and soldiers, we must be on the march, so resume your true colors, pack up,

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. and get ready. escape." will see that our fair captive does rn;it Thus ordered, the men set to work, while Monte stood by the side of the young girl's h orse, his hand uptm her bridle rein. 'You have time to explain this outrage now, sir, if explanation you can give." "I can explain, oh, yes, but whether the explanation will be satisfactory to you I do not know." "I will be the judge, sir." "Well, fair senorita, I visited you when you were m New York at boarding school." "I know that well, sir." "I was then an officer of lanceros ih the Mexican army, and you were a mere schoolgirl; but I explained to you my situation, and yours." "I understood your situation thoroughly, sir." "I told you that I would come again, in time.' "And you came." "Yes, I sought you at the fort, when your father wa s in Washington 'f'erritory." "Perliaps it was well for you that he was away. "Perhaps; but I visited you, and you again refttsed niy love." "I did." "Although you knew how much wa s at s take upon your answer." "I preferred not to sacrifice my happines s sir. by mar rying a man whom I despised.'' Despised! Why, girl, \Yomen ba\'e not found me despicable." "They have not read your character as I have. They have only seen your handsome face, fine form, and looked not into your heart." "You speak as though you knew me to be a villain." "I suspected you were at heart a villain when you first visited me in New York. \ Vhen you came to t)1e fort I wa s more convinced that you werf!, and now I am as sured of it." "You are not complimen,tary." "Because I am truthful." '"vVell, you have ruined me, .for, had I rettirned to :\1exico with the pledge that I asked from you, all would have gone well; but, instead, I held no such pledge. I was overwhelmed with debts, and shot my most impor tunate creditor, a brother officer, in a duel, as a warning to others rot to drive me ; but they were too numerous, so I was forced to resign from the service." "You were forced to desert and were dismissed, for I read it in a Mexican paper." "Ah! you keep up with the time s, then?" 'Yes, even with the Mexican tintes," and Helen laughed "Then you know all I lost from your refusal to sign the paper I asked?" "I knew when you visited the fort that you were a fugitive from Mexico, though I did not tell you so. For the sake of appearance, I received you as a gentleman whom I had known before. When you left, you had my decided answer, and promised never to come near me again. Now, by one of the boldest plots I ever knew, you have kidnaped me." "It was clever, was it not? It shows what a genius I have." "I never doubted your genius for wrongdoing; but you have had allies at the fort to carry out your plan so successfully." I grant that." "To-morrow, however, you will find that you have made a mistake, for my father will have a regiment upon yonr track." "See here, sweet Helen, what care I for a regiment, when the frontier army have been on my track for over a year?" "Ha that means--" "What would you say?" "You are an outlaw." "You just said you had read in the Mexican paper that I was a deserter and fugitive." "Yes, and the terrible suspicion forces itself upon me that you are Major Iron Hand.'' The young Mexican laughed but made no reply. His vanity was such that he was willing to be thought the famou s outlaw, Iron Hand. "You do not deny it." "I deny nothing, neither do I admit anything. "vVell, I can believe anythin'g of you, Monte Miranda:" "Thank you !" "Now tell me why you have kidnaped me?" "Don't you know? / "If I did, I would not ask." "You know what I urged upon you.once before?" "Yes; to pledge myself to become your wife." "That is it." "And you expect s uch pledge from me now?" I expect more." "More! \i\That is your demand?" "That you become my wife and return with me to Mexico." } I will die by my own hand before I would do so," was the plucky response. 4 And, the men being ready for the march, Monte gave the order to mount, and they moved away into the dark ness. The horse ridden by Helen had a rope about its neck. and the other end was made fast about the horn of Monte's saddle. The ex-pony rider, who had so well done his work, rode in advance with one of the men, and the others followed close behind with the packhorse, so that escape through making a bold dash faded from the heart of poor Helen. I Nature certainly aided the villain, Monte, in keeping\ his captive a secure prisoner. He returned to his camp, and, upon thct side of an over hanging cliff, forty feet from the ground, was a shelf of rock. Back of this projection was an opening some dozen feet in depth and as many vvide, and the front had been "walled up with logs, thu s forming a pleasant room. A cot, an easy camp chair, and a rude table comprised 1 the furniture of the room, and so me books, a guitar, and a large bundle of clothing, which had been taken by Mar quand from Helen's rooms, and sent to the outlaw camp,1 were on the cot. i Such was the position of' the young' girl, and the place1 was reached by the narrowest of paths up the side of thel cliff, here and there made safer by a log or rail. At the bottom an outlaw guard was stationed, so that escape was wholly prevented. 1 The Mexican had the quarters all ready for his captive upon her arrival, and, viewing the place, as she reached the shelf of rock, she said coolly: "Better quarters by far than I expected, and the view

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. from is grand. I see a negress over there; Monte Miranda, so I suppose you will allow her to bring my meals and serve me ?" The man was nonplused by the cool courage of the girl, and replied: "I will ask the permission of the Woman in for the negress to do so." "Ah The Woman in Black? She, then, is a friend of yours?" "No. She is here, however." worst for you. Here are your quarters, and here you are to remain. I will send the negress to you, and you wiU not suffer here, I feel assured." With this, Monte turned upon his heel and left the captive alone with her own thoughts. He wended his way over to the quarters of the Woman in Black, who received him in the same cold, haughty manner. "Senora, I have a favor to ask of you." "Well. sir ?" "I have a captive in a retreat on the cliff, upon the "I have heard much of her, and such strange stories are told about her. I would so love to see her." "That cannot be; but Cynthia, her negro servant woman, I will ask to look after you." "Thank you; but this, then, is the camp of the Valley Terrors?" keeping of whom a great deal depends,. and it will bene fit the chief as well as myself. She is a young girl, and I ask you to allow your negress, Cyrtthia, to look to her wants, if you will be so kind." "Yes." "How picturesque! And to think that I am a captive of outlaws. It is really most romantic, Senor Miranda." He hardly knew what to say, for her bantering manner nonplused him. Then she asked, in the same light manner: "How many cutthroats have you in your band, Monte Miranda?" "Enough to keep at bay all the soldiers your father may send here." "I doubt it, for if Buffalo Bill leads them as guide, you'll find that the soldiers will be here some pleasant morning." "You forget what I told you?" "I really cannot recall to what you refer." "That I left a forged letter in your room to your fa-ther, that you had left him of your own free will." She winced at this, but answered : "Was the forgery of my writing a good one?" "Perfect." "Ah, yes; I recall now also that you were said in the papers to be a clever forger, and had written certain auto graphs of others so pat that you really got money upon them. Well, maybe father will be deceived, but I doubt it." "I am sure that he will ; and expect no further pursuit of you, for I had your clothes and other things taken from your room and btought here." "I am glad of that." "Yes; for it will seem that you really did deselt your father and run away." "Alas! so it will." "Then, my ally at the fort will spread the rumor that when your father was up in the Columbian country I vis ited you there, and was supposed to be your lover, and, as I had been seen of late about the fort, it was proof that you had run off with me." "You have played your cards boldly and well, Monte Mirands; but let me ask what your intei:ition is ing me?" "I'll tell you that the first parson or priest my men can catch they will bring here, and he shall make you my wife." "I pref er death to you." "I'll se e to it you live, at least tintil it is known in Mexico that you are my wife. Then I can return there, for I'll soon arrange any trouble there may brought against me. Now you know my plan, ad if you submit gracefully all will he well, and I wilf make concessions to you; but, if you refuse, it will be the "Cynthia shall care for her, and I will also see that she wants for nothing that I can supply her with. Where is she from?" "The fort." "I fear you have your authority, sir." "No, the chief will be satisfied with the .. I offer, I am convinced." "It is for the chief to decicl'e, of course, Senor Monte," and the woman bowed as though to terminate the in terview. Mexican Monte turned away and went to his own quarters. The woman he did not understand, and he stood in awe of her. He knew that she hated him from the day the chief had brought her to his camp, and though he, Monte, was in command of the band in the absence of Major I1on Hand, he was well aware that the word of the \i\T oman in Black was law and that the men would dis obey him before they would her, if it came to a question between them of which should nile. The men feared her as he did, and their chief they stood in terror of, though he was ever kind to them they were forced to admit. "Never mind, I will soon make Helen my wife, and then I'll leave this life of peril and outlawry for one of wealth and happiness," mused Mexican Monte. CHAPTER .VIII. THE SCOUTS AT BAY. To say that Buffalo Bill and Pawnee Bill were not anxious, as :to the position they found themselves in, would not be correct, for they were. They had, as it were, ?on "elephant 9n their hands," in the outlaw prisoner. He had shown a nerve and a sense of honor they had not expected to fintl in an outlaw, and so had put them in an unfortunate position. They had met and talked with the Woman in Black, and she had given them at least cause to hope that they could rescue Helen Quimby. This was their paramount object now, and they could work .at trailing the Valley Terrors afterward. But this prisoner bothered them. He was cunning, bold, and fearless, and they knew that to hold him they would have to be severe in their treatment of him. He told them that he had heard what the Woman in Black had said; and he was amazed to find that she was a traitress. She \ y as second only to the chief in power in the band,

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16 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES: and to feel that she might, at any mpment, betray them all, wa s a surpri s e and cause of anxiety to the outlaw. If he could only escape, he would at once denounce the \ Voman in Black and save the band from destruction. But to escape was no easy matter. lfe was ironed, and a lariat passed around a tree kept him from going away. Then, too, one of the scouts was constantly near him. Buffalo Bill had gone out for a short hunt, upon the morning when Texas Jack and Su'rgeon Powell had cerned the coming horsemen, and fortunately he also made the di s covery of danger approaching. Hastening to the canon, he made known what he had seen. To escape from the canon with their prisoner was im possible. Had it not been for him they could have mounted their horses and sped away They were, however unable to do so with a led horse and a prisoner To s et him free would be to put the life of the Woman in Black in danger from what he could tell of her. But the thought came then that perhaf>s she had be trayed them, after all. They s addled their hor s es, made the prisoner mount, and s ecured him to his saddle. Then the y led his horse and theirs into a space where they would be out of bullet range, and took up a positio n to aw;iit the coming of the outlaws. They had not long to wait, for the hor s emen soon appeared in the canon, and halting, half of them dismounted and took to ambush fighting methods. They sent a volley into the sc;outs position, and then threatened a grand charge; but the two rifles cracked from the covert and a h o r s e and an outlaw went down. This taught the Valley Terrors that they had to fight men who were dangerous So they began cunning tactics. All dismounted and b e gan to creep upon the position of the s couts. were exchanged so that a scattering fire wa s kept up, but the damage done was slight. The scouts fired seldom and then only when they believed that they could kill or wing a foe. The outlaws fired often however; but they still kept drawing in the line about the scouts \i\Then but a hundred yards away from the rocks that served as a breastwork for the two Bills, hoofs were heard and half a dozen men rode up. They were outlaw and the game seemed now a most desperate one for the two men at bay to play. Still, calm, determined and fearless, the two Bills faced their foes. If they had to die they would perish with a record for having fought to the end. But they still had some ray of hope, for they were not men to give up, no matter what the odds were against them. When the other outlaws came it made the force about ten to one against them; but Buffalo Bill quietly re-marked: / \Ve have been in just as tight places before, Pard Pawnee, and gotten out." Yes, and if we don't get out of this we'll have com pahy on the trail to the happy htmting grounds," replied Pawnee Bill. "You brave ones, pards, and I delight in s eeing you at bay; put the odds will down you, pards, game a s you are and deadly in your aim," said the pri s oner, who coolly watched the situation. "Well, what is our loss will be your gain, pard, for you'll escape the rope, if we are doomed, Pawnee Bill responded. It was now seen that the outlaws had decided updn a The horses of all of them were being grouped together down the canon, and were to be sent on a rush for the s couts' position, with half a dozen men driving them fro the rear. As they swept down upon the position, the outlaw bn foot were to spring from their v ari o u s places and ru toward the little fort of rock s Certainly, though s ome mu s t fall the others vvoul reach the goal, and when it came to a hand-to-hand co bat bet\veen a dozen men and two, even though tho s e tw were Buffalo Bill and Pa \ifnee Bill there could b e b one ending to it. ",. The start was made and jus t a s the h o r s e s dashed u the canon and the outlaw s were s pringing from thei position, even the scouts were startled to hear the rattli of revolvers from overhead and to s ee hors e s and m go down. A perfect hail of bullet s wa s falling in the canon, and the scout s without wa s ting time to s ee who wa s befriend ing them, opened fire als o The result wa s that the charge wa s checked, the mounted men wheeled their h o r s es and dashed back for cover, while the loose horses ran here there, and every where. Tne outlaw s on foot quickl y so ught c over, to be run out of it at once, for' the unkn o wn e n e m y above com manded their po s itions, and they fled fro m rock to rock, tree to tree, down the can o n t o s h e lt e r aro und the turn, while a loud voice called out: "Up to the ridge, half a dozen o f you, and di s lodge tho s e devil s for there are o nly tw o o f them. "Only two ? I thought th e re w a s a d o zen from the music they made. They are dan d i es Buff a l o, s aid Paw nee Bill. Yes, and our friends, Pawnee; but who are they? "See there!" and Pawnee Bill p o inted overhead t o where a l man was vi s ible coming over the cliff and down a lariat made fast to a tree abov e ''The old trapper, as I y e t live! c ried Buffalo Bill. 'Sure, and yo nder c o m es th e r e d ," wa s Pawnee Bill s respon se. The two upon the ridge who had so promptly come to the rescue o f the scout s s lid r a pidly down the lariat, landing within a few rod s of their comrades. "Pards, we is heur fer biz ," announced Texas Jack. "Bless your old white head, you are a man, every bi of you, to come and take chance s with us," said Buffalo Bill earnestly, and he added: "And your noble red pa rd, too; but we are in close quarters." "Yas, but we kin git yer out ef yer wants ter leave yer critturs, and ef not, we 'll jist camp with yer and attend ther ball." Quickly Buffalo Bill explained the situation. and the as he looked squarely into the face of the suppos trapper, he said: "See here, now that you have not your eyes

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. behind spectacles, I can see that they are not old eye s 1 'o, I sh()uld know them, and--By Heaven! you are Texas Jack." "True for you, Pare\ Buffalo Bill. Surgeon Frank nd I have had our fun with you and Pawnee Bill. ''Surgeon Frank Powell?" "Yes, done up in colors," said the surgeon. And Buffalo Bill sprang forward and grasped his hand, vhile Pawnee Bill, after a genial handshaking, said: "I thought it was asking a little too much of ordinary uman nature for two men to come into this death trap to telp strangers. But, pards I feel now as if we had a to back us." v "Yes; and I think my pards will find they have caught nest of Tartars-my! Buffalo Bill, Frank Powell, the surgeon scout, Texas Jack, and 1"awnee Bill! \Vhat a handful of trumps! what a team to fight! If the Valley Terrors only knew it." Texas Jack and Powell turned toward the speaker. It was the outlaw prisoner, and Texas Jack said: "\Vhere did you get him, pards ?" "Caught him." "\Vhy not use him as a foil?" asked Surgeon Powell. "How do you mean?" "Is he an outlaw?" "Yes." ''Those men attacking you are Valley Terrors? "Yes." "He is a Valley Terror, I suppose? " Yes, and the boss of them all. Pawnee Bill and I have been getting up a real affection for the gentleman." "Then use him as a foil, letting the Valley Terrors 1 know that you will kill him unless we are allowed to retreat unharmed." A good idea; but they don't know we have him, I s uppose." "Let him ride out and show himself, you holding the encl of the lariat which is fast to his horse." "Your plan is a good one, Frank, so work it out your ; elf ," said Buffalo Bill. Surgeon Powell at once stepped up to the prisoner, md said: ' :\1y man, we have no idea of being sacrificed, if you : an save us, so we will use you to make terms for u s ." a "How so, sir? "I will tie the two lariats together, and yo\t ride your norse out the length of them." s 'Yes, sir." "Then hail your comrades and tell them that if they e ill let us pass out with you, we will release you, once t e get a good start." "No, Powell, we can't do that, for he knows a secret at would cause the Woman in Black to be murdered it y the devils if they knew it." lo "Ah! then just tell them that if they attack us again hat we will put you to death." se "\Vill they care?" asked the prisoner. er "I do. not know, but you should." nd "I have some good pards there who might stand up 1r me." en, "\V ell, it is worth the trial," and the lariats were fas together and tied to the horse. 1Then the prisoner rode out boldly. denJ3efore it was discovered who he was, he was fired upon, the Valley Terrors thinking the scouts were riding out to make a dash for freedom. The prisoner never flinched under the fire, though one of the bullets wounded him slightly on the shoulder. "Ho, pards do you wish to kill me?" he called out, in a voice that rung down the canon. A chorus of voices spoke his name: "Iron Heart Dick!" "Yes, I am your pard, Iron Heart, the pony rider, ancl I am in hard luck, for I am in the hands of the Philistines." \Ve kin see thet, dead sure," said a voice. "Well, pards, it rests with you whether I die or live, for there are four scouts here, and they swear to kill me if you attack them again, while if you draw off and give them a chance to get out of this trap and a good start, they will spare my life." No reply was immediately returned, and it was cer tain that the Valley Terrors were considering the propo sition. The ex-pony rider, the same man who had so cleverly the forged letter that enabled Mexican Monte to kidnap Helen Quimby, was a general favorite with the outlaws. They did not wish him to die; but they wanted the scouts taken. Seeing that they were discussing the matter, Iron Heart Dick decided to help matters along, and as a proof that the men would keep their word, he called out: "Pards, don t you fool yourselves witl1 the belief that the s e men won't do as they say, for you have here at bay Buffalo Bill, Surgeon Frank P o ,, ell, the doctor scout. Pawnee Bill, and Texas Jack. A yell greeted these words and the scouts at once saw that their .prisoner had made a mi s take. "They'll be that more anxiou s t o t ake us now, said Texas Jack. / "All right, pards, if they don t trade, when night comes, I'll climb the lariat, and take Jack's horse and go for help, for Captain Alfred Taylor and his brave troop are not camped s o very far from here, but that by hard riping they can get here by sunri se, and the boys of the Fifth Cavalry know how to ride to rescue friends," said Buffalo Bill. In the meantime, a voice called from down the canon : "Iron Heart, if we draw off, will they set you free?"' It wa s Mexican Monte who spoke No, captain, they will not." "Then we'll carry their position and rescue you," \YaS the determined reply of Monte. CHAPTER IX. THE CHIEF. Finding that there was to be no compromi se, the pri s o ner called out: "All right, captain, do as you deem be s t with no refer ence to me-good-]:>y." Then he turned and rode back in among the rocks. "Well, you are a cool one, pard, Texas Jack admiringly. "May I ask if your chief is there?" said BuffaloJ3ill. "He is not, sir." "You called some one captain." "Yes, our lieutenant, but we call him captain, as the chief holds the title of major." "I see; but who is this lieutenant:

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f 8 THE BUFF AL O BILL STORIES. "A Mexican, whose name is Monte, o r at; least, we know him as Mexican Monte." "VIT here i s your chief?" "I do not know." "So your lie utenant i s willing to s ee y o u die, it seems?" "Yes ; and I made a mi s take in saying who you were, for they are now that more anxious to capture you." "I suppose so, for all four of us have been your foes ''Yes, rather "Well, they are welcome to open the ball whenever they see fit." "I may a s well tell you that not one of you will be spared." "We do not expect to be, if taken." "They will s how no mercy, especially if Mexican Monte is in command." "We ask none, and will fight them on their own terms said Surgeon Powell firmly "Gentlemen, I hate to see brave men like ,YOU utterly wiped out." "Thank you; but we are very much alive just now, and while there is life there is hope said C 0 dy. "Yes; but M ex ican Monte will never r.ttack you until sure and h e has sent for more men I am certain, and he can th ro w a large forc e again s t y o u. "He'll think there is a large force here ," Pawnee Bill muttered. I see your jacket is stained on the shoulder You were wounded when they fired upon you s o let me dre s s the wound ," s aid Frank Powell, in a kindly tone "Thank you sir; but I don't think it amounts to much." The surge on, howe v er, a s ked Buffalo B ill to unlock the iron s upon hi s wri s ts and throwing back the clothes of the prisoner revealed an ugly-looking fles h w o und "It i s not s eri o u s but is a ragged-lo o king wound." And so s a y ing he se t to w o rk and dre ss ed it with the s ame care he would have s hown one of his com-' rades. The prisoner thanked him warmly, placed his hand again to have the irons locked on and s aid earne stly: "I really wi s h s ome compromise could be made, for I will be pained to s e e you four men slain "You really think that we have got to die, then? Buffalo Bill asked. "I can see no escape for you if Mexican Monte at tacks you with nearl y all the band. "You think he will do this? "I am sure, for had he not sent t o the camps for the rest of the men he would have attack e d b e fore thi s ; but he will charge out suddenly up o n yo u before v e ry l o ng and woe be to all of you if the y are n o t checked "That's what I think, pard; but there are four rifle s here and eight revolver s and some dead s hot s to draw t rigger, if I do s a y so, while we have a bowie apiece, and being as you will only be a lo o ker-on ju s t menti o n it out side so the boys will know how Buffalo Bill and his pards h anded in their checks, said Pawnee Bill. "Under other circumstances I might enjoy the fight, but just now I wl'll not, for I hate to see you sacrificed. Besides, the position I occupy will not be perfectly hea lth y, with bullets flying about." "I'll remove you further back among the rocks." "No, Buffalo Bill, my pards risk life to rescue me, and you risk life to keep me, so I'll not skulk, but take c hances with all of you. Hark !" "What is it?" "I heard a bugle note ."Well?" "Either Mexican Monte is calling the men t o r for the charge, or--" "Or what?" "The chief has a r rived "Maj o r Iron Hand?" "Yes "What then?" "You may be able to make terms wi t h him, for Mexic Monte will have to step back if the major-No t h are com ing!" A s the pri s oner uttered the words, the Valley Ter ro rode into view in the canon, two hundred yards away. They were all mounted now, and riding eight ab r east, with two l i nes be h ind the leaders. "Twenty-four of them," said Buffalo Bill. "Twenty-five, for there comes Mexican Mon te to lead them. "Oh, he has p l uck!" As the prisoner spoke, the scout, pee r ing over the ro cks, s aw a man da s h to the front of the body of outlaw hors e men. He was splendidly mounted dressed in Mexican cos tume, and h e ld a revolv e r in each hand. Certainly he wa s a da s hing-l o oking l eader. Then the s covt s counted the odd s against them and felt that death was yery near for all. But a s Mexican Monte wheeled in front of his horse men and gave the order: 1Forward Follow me!" the four rifles rang out and as m a ny men dropped from their s addle s That quartet of border heroes were not throwing away any shots, nor did t hey intend to waste lead O n b o unded the outlaw rider s but hardly had they gotten well under way when loud, ringing, clear, came the notes of a bugle. It rang through the canon in a hundred echoes, and each outlaw whose ears it reached, turned to the right ab o nt, while s uddenl y i nto view da s hed a horseman, the bugle to hi s lip s that wa s waking the ringing call to re treat. I was right! it was the chief, for there he is;' cried Iron Heart Dick, the prisoner, and the eyes of the four men at bay turned upon the outlaw leader. There he sat now in hi s s add le, dress ed in black, wit h cavalry boots, gold spurs, a black s ombre ro, and a mask up o n hi s face His h o r s e was also jet-black, and covered with foam a though hard ridden The chief had arrived, and his men stood in silence befo re him, whi l e the four s couts sto od gazing in wonde at the s cene That the outlaw chief was in angry mood, eve n the s cout s could see at that di s tartce, while Iron Heart D ick said: Gentlemen, s omebody i s going to suffer in tha t crowd." S o mebody has suffered," grimly said Pawnee Bill. "I mean that it's the chief's turn now "Ah, he's on the warpath?" .l "He cer t ainly is "What about?" "I don't know; but he has ridden his horse h ard to g here, and that bug l e n o te I heard a while ago he sotm, d some distance off to let t hem know he was coming.:!' ; "Well?"

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I THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 19 f the boys heard it, and Mexican Monte ordered a ge after hearing it, then he will get himself into blet' "You think so ?" ''I know so, and bad as my position is, I believe I would er be in it than in the s hoe s of Mexican M o nte thi s ute." "I don t see that he ha s done anything again s t the ief," said Buffalo Bill. a n "\Veil, he ha s been h o lding a p r e tt y hard rein o f late y bile the chie f ha s been ab se nt and he di d s omething a few night s ag o w hich, though I helped him I think rs will get him int o trouble. I gue s s it ha s for it is my inion the c hief w ent t o the c amp s heard y o u w ere in e Shadow \Talley, and that M ex i c an Monte wa s afte r ou, so h e put o ut t o o vertak e hi s m e n a nd h av e so me ing t o say See, h e i s talking to Me x ican M o nte ." "Ye s and the Mex i ca n i s exc it e d the chief c ool a s an JCicle," said P a w nee B ill. All wat c hed th e scene an d s uddenl y saw the chief t a k e c out a whit e h a n d k e rchi ef fro m hi s p o ck e t w ave it a nd v "de towa rd th e sco ut s' positi o n. "Hell o! i s h e g o ing t o surre nd e r the whole gang ? as Ked Pawnee Dill. 'Some thing s up ," re s pond e d the pri s oner w h o was os t deepl y int e rest e d in w hat w a s g o ing on. With utt e rl y f earless mie n th e ma s ked c hief ro d e t o vard the sco uts, s impl y l e tting hi s w hit e h a ndk e r c hief flutter in hi s h a nd. Ho w easily I could pi c k him off, sa i d Pawnee Bill, glancing alo ng hi s rifle. But h e added: "If that white flag did n o t protect him. J' "He s h o w s c o nfid e nc e in u s," B uffal o B ill r e mark e d "Whi c h w e c ann o t betr ay," F r ank Powell a d ded. U ntil he w a s within s i x t y feet of th e rock y barrier the chie f rod e d there h e halted. The e y e s o f all w ere up o n him, and it could n o w be een that hi s s uperb black h o r s e had been hard ridden ":t\1en; 1 would like a w o rd with y o u, h e s aid in a d eep voice that rang w ith a t o ne of command. All right sir, what ha ve y ou t o s ay?" Buffal o iill re s p o nded You have a pri s on e r in your mid s t?" Yes. "It is one of m y m e n Iron Heart Dick by name. " Yes sir, we have the man. " You off e red to give him up a while ago ? "On condition y e s." "I wisl}. now t o o ffer you terms. " I thought the c hi e f wouldn t s e e me die," s aid Iron Heart Dick the prisoner. \Vhat terms do you offer? "That you exchange your pri s on e r fo r on e I offer in return." "It' s all the same to us," said Buffalo Bill, rather glad to give the brave Iron Heart a chance to escape. "I will give J.OU another pri s oner, and allow you to ride out of the cafion unmolested, if you will at once take the trail for Fort Benning and surrender your prisoner into the hands of Colonel Roylston." We'll do it. "The prisoner I give you in exchange is my lieutenant, Mexican Monte, who had disobeyed my orders, though he knew the penalty was death. \ Vill you take him and go your way unmolested;' in exchange for the prisoner you now hold ?" "We will, and we' ll vouch for it that Lieutenant Mexican Monie will be hanged before he is a week older." "So be iJ:," and turning toward his men he called out: Bring the prisoner here! Two meJ\ advanced with Me x ican Monte securely bound and tied to hi s hor se, riding between them. The Mexican was very w hite, and he had a haggard lo o k that wa s painful to loo k upon. Buffalo Bill at o nce rode out with the prisoner, and halting near the chief, he unlocked the irons the wri s t s of Iron Heart, who said promptly : "Thank you, Colonel Cody, and good-by I won't forget y o u all." "Now, sir here is your prisoner and I expect you to carry o ut y our threat and have him hanged." "Col o nel Royl s ton will need no urging, s ir, I assure y ou to perform so go o d a work," Buffalo Bill responded. I will now draw off my men, s ir, and you will be at lib e rt y to ride out at your pleasure," and the chief turned and rode down the cafi o n with the released pri s o n e r b y his s ide and the outlaw guard following. The M ex ican had uttere d no word, but hi s teeth were set and hi s face had turned to the hue of a corpse. Placing him s elf b y hi s s ide Buffalo Bill s aw th a t h e w a s hand c uffed and also b o und t o hi s horse He to o k t11 e bridle rein and led the prisoner ba c k t o where the other s awaited him "Well pard, y ou have r1 ade good t'erm s ; but did you n o t recogni ze the chief? "The r e c annot b e two s uch men-he l o ok e d like Band box Bill the Bravo in Broadcloth! " Cur s e him h e i s Bandbox Bill ," broke s a v agel y fr o m th e lip s o f Mexican Monte. CHAPTER X. A G A M E FOR LIFE. It w a s s ome little time b e fore the s c outs were willing t o rid e o ut o f th e c afio n and then T e xa s Jack suggested t hat h e s h o uld climb up the lariat t o the ridge, reconnoiter get hi s h o r s e and S urge o n Pow ell 's aqd me e t them in th e valley, where they would take the trail for the fort. Thi s was agre e d to and Tex a s Jack took hi s departure. He had bee n g o n e but half a n h our when they saw him app ear o n the ridge bel o w and he called out: "All s erene! they have gone. Then out rod e the other s with their prisoner silent and haggard. The dis c o ver y that the chief o f the Valle y Terrors was the Bravo in B roadcloth w o r r ied the scouts, for they had hoped for better thing s o f their Hallelujah friend. They h a d gained their lives upon a pledge to go to the fort and tak e the pri s on e r w ith them; but upon this plan they decided to hedg e a little . A s so on a s they met Texas Jack, with his own and Frank Powell 's horse th e four held a consultation of war, and it w a s decided that the y s h o uld go at once to the rendezvou s w here Jack C rawford w a s to guide Cap tain Alfre d Tay l o r and hi s men and tell that daring and dashing officer the exact situation. {'He will at once say Lead my troopers to the Valley Terrors' den, and then w e can re s cue Mis s Helen,' said Buffalo Bill.

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20 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. "Rescue Helen Quimby, did you say?" asked the prisoner quickly. "Yes; what do you know about her?" "She is my cousin." "Then she is more unfortunate than I thought," said Surgeon Powell. "Is she in the camp of the Valley Terrors?" "She is." "You know this ?" "I do, for I have been intending to rescue 'her myself, and to-night was set to do so." "You intended to rescue her?" "Yes; for I tell you the truth when I say that she is my cousin. She is the daughter of a Mexican lady who was my father's sister. But I fell from grace, and was driven to outlawry. Helen met a young man, an outlaw, whom she fell in love with and met clandestinely near the fort. So they arranged a plan for her to run off with him, which she did, and he brought her to the out law camp. His horse had fallen, however, and broke his leg, and the men had to carry him on a litter to. the camp. She has cared for him most kindly, but all to no use, for he died last night, and I intended to take her back to the fort to-night, for the men were determined to hold her for a large ransom." "She will return, then?" asked Buffalo Bill, who could see no reason for doubting the story. "Yes. She promised me she would; but I cannot help her now, unless you are willing to trust me." "Well, we will rescue her in a day or so." "If you expect to find Major Iron Hand and his men anywhere near their present retreat after dawn to-mor row you will be badly deceived." "They will go, then?" "Certainly; and you know how hard it is to find the Valley Terrors." "What could you do we trusted you?" asked Paw nee Bill, who saw the truth of the prisoner's reasoning. "I could slip into the camps, knowing every foot of land as I do, and get my cousin out, bringing her to you; but I would wish your pledge to set me free when I have done so, for I take big chances, as the chief would hang me if I was caught." "It is worth the risk, pards, to rescue Miss Helen," said Pawnee Bill. "So do I say, pards," Texas Jack added. But Buffalo Bill and Surgeon Powell were doubtful about the prisoner. They knew Helen well, and could not believe that she was one to run off with any man. They thought that the Mexican told a most plausible story, however, and said as much, which made Pawnee Bill and Texas Jack urge the more to trust him. At last Buffalo Bill said: "How near to the camp of the Valley Terrors can you guide us after nightfall?" "It would hardly be safe to venture nearer than a couple of miles." "Well, we wilf halt that distance away, and I will go on with you on foot within easy hail of the camps, and await you there." "All right, sir, and I will then slip into the camp and return with my cousin." "This is the best we can do, I suppose, for, as he says, the Valley Terrors will be gone in the morning, I and we all know what it is to find them," Pawnee Bill said. So it was decided that the prisoner should guide thetn as near the camps as was safe, and then go on with Buffalo Bill on foot.' Upon his return with Helen he was to be set free, and Pawnee Bill gave him this piece of advice: "Then, pard, you had better levant for the sunny land of Mexico, for if we catch you again, you may not have a pretty cousin to save you from the rope." So the scouts and their prisoner set off oh the march, and just at nightfall the Mexican called a halt. Then he was freed 'of his irons, and on foot with Buffalo Bill went toward the camp of the Valley Terrors. After a walk of a couple of miles, the Mexican said: "There is a sentinel put yonder, and you had best stop here, for I will have to work around him into the camps." "I don't mind the risk of going with you." "No, it is best for me to go alone, and if I am de tained some time, do not be anxious, for I may have some difficulty, and then I wish to bring my cousin out upon horseback, if possible." "Past the sentinel?" "Coming from the camps he will not be suspicious, and I can get the advantage." "All right, go ahead, pard; but somehow I do not trust you, and only take the chances hoping to free Miss Helen. If you fool me this time, beware of our next meeting."' "I will not deceive you, for I have too much at stake, as you know," and the Mexican glided away and disap peared in the darkness of the timber. But once he had gotten fairly out of sight, he turned and looked back toward where he had left the scout, and, shaking his clenched fist, said, in a voice hoarse with passio_n: "Yes, I have so much at stake, Buffalo Bill, that you will never see or hear of me again. I will go to the camp and Helen shall leave it with me, for Monte Miranda is not a man to be foiled in the plot of a life time." CHAPTER XI. OVERTAKEN Buffalo Bill and the M;exican had not been gone half an hour before the sound of hoofs was heard by the three scouts hiding by the roadside. It wq.s twilight, and they saw the form of a horse and rider, but the latter was dismounted and seemed to be following their trail. "Lost anything, pard ?" said Pawnee Bill, covering him with his rifle. Up above his head went the hands of the man and thus he stood in silence. "Hello, it's an In jun, pards !" cried Pawnee Bill. "Yes, me good Injun, Thundercloud." "Well, you must have night eyes to follow our trail as you were doing." "Where Big Chief Buffalo Bill?" "Just now he is engaied on a little trip; but what do you want with him?" "Have talking paper from chief." "Ah! a letter? Produce it." The Indian handed over a letter :which he took from his headdress, and said: "Go in timber and build fire so can see."

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 21 "We'll do it, and at the same time request the honor of your company, for I may not be up in Injun letters," and Pawnee Bill led the way. A small fire was built in a secluded spot, and then Pawnee Bill looked at the letter. It was addressed in a bold hand to "Buffalo Bill, On the Trail." Opening it, for it was not sealed, Pawnee Bill handed it over to Surgeon Powell. The following \as the letter : "FRIEND Cony: My faithful courier Thundercloud will hand you this on the trail, and I desire to offer an explanation and ask your aid. "You knew me as Bandbox Bill, the Bravo in Broad cloth, and to-day recognized me as the chief of the Valley Terrors. "In truth I am acting in the latter capacity, but for a purpose, and that is the utter annihilation of the band. "I write hastily now to say that my lieutenant, Monte Miranda, boldly kidnaped his cousin, Helen Quimby, in my absence, and holds her a prisoner in his quarters in the camps, intending to make her his wife, for a purpose she may explain when you see her. "For this I demanded the exchange of prisoners, hop ing you would hang him as he deserves ''I was informed of this by my sister, the Woman in Black, and she now has Miss Helen in her keeping, where she will be safe. "I happen to know that Captain Alfred Taylor and forty of his men, with Jack Crawford as guide, Major Quimby, and several other officers are camped in the White Cliff Canon forty miles from here, and if you will lead them to-morrow night against my camp, I will promise you that the outpost will be friendly to y o u, and the chaff, selected from the wheat, will be where you can surround and capture them. "More I need not say other than to say that when you know me as I am you will find that I am not the candi date for the rope's end that you believe me. "Yours, THE BRAVO IN BROADCLOTH. "P. S.-Thundercloud will guide you to the post to morrow night ';\'here you are to enter the camps of the Valley Terrors." .To expre s s the \ surprise of the scouts upon reading this letter would be impossible. They quickly decided that Buffalo Bill and Surgeon Powell were right in not wishing to trus t Mexican Monte, and that if Buffalo Bill was awaiting his return, "he'll be gray before he gets there," Pawnee Bill said. As Thundercloud said he could doubtless find the scout, Pawnee Bill went with him, and in an hour's time they returned with Buffalo Bill. The latter read letter carefully, and then started for the White Cliff Canon. They arrived at dawn, and the whole story wag.,.placed before Captain Taylor and Major Quimby, and the latter said: "My friends, let me explain to you how my daughter is situated. My wife s father was a very rich man, but hated Americans with all his soul, so that he di s in herited his daughter for marrying me. After her death, he made a will leaving his vast estate to Helen, on con dition thqt she should marry her cousin, Monte Miranda, a wild, reckless young officer. He hoped thus to get her back to Mexico, and wipe out all idea of America from her. I told Helen the situation as soon as she reached her teens, and she vowed never to go to Mexico; or to marry her cousin, preferring to los e the fortune. The young scamp sought her at boarding school, and, driven out of Mexico by his crimes, I suppose he came to the fort to see her when I was away. Then he became an outlaw and kidnaped her. Now you understand the situation, and to-morrow night my brave girl will be rescued from the spider's web spun about her young life." Thus the truth became known and by noon the gal lant troopers were upon their way to the den of the Valley Terrors, for there was a deep my s tery yet to b e cleared up about the Bravo in Broadcloth. CHAPTER XII. IN MYSTERY STILL. True to his promise, the Bravo's faithful red s kin courier led the party to a positron n ear the den of the Valley Terrors. Then he gave a sign'11, which was at once responded to, and a horseman rode forward to meet them. It was the Bravo, and he said, in his quiet way: "Colonel Cody, I would like a word with you, your scout friends, and the commander of the s e troops, with any one else you may wis h to have hear what I desire to make known." I will ask Major Quimby also, sir." "Certainly; I was not aware that was with you. And the Bravo led the way to a spot some di s tan c e from the trooper s and said: Gentlemen I am no outlaw seeking to make terms by an act of treachery toward my men. But I am suppo s e d by these men to be a differ ent per s on than who I reall y am. The truth is, I am a United States government detec tive, and I entered upon this work to hunt down one mo s t dear to me That one is my-my-sister, whom you know as the Woman in Black. I need only say that s h e married one whom s he believed to be an honorable man, and her eyes were opened to the fact that he was a Mor mon leader. He carried her to Salt Lake, and I vowed that she should be avenged and rescued from her cruel life. I sought, through certain influence I have, to get the appointment of a special government detective, and then I began my work. I found that the man who had s o deceived my sister was secretly the chief of a band of outlaws. In truth he was known as Major Iron Hand, and chief of the Valley Terrors: We met, and he fell by my hand. This man bore a startling resemblance to myself in face, form, voice, and action, and taking advantage of it I played the bold game which will end the career of the Valley Terrors. I went to their camps, in which I had been in disguse, and made myseJf known to my sister. She, poor woman, at once s aid tliat she would aid me in my good work, and as the Woman in Black she did many a good act, saved many a life But I had to play my cards well, and not to be suspected, I left the command of the band to Monte Miranda, with the Woman in Black to serve as a check upon him all she could. I picked out my men to spare, and made them detectives, and I had also a complete s ecrets ervice league under me in the m o untains. "I knew when you and Pawnee Bill left the fort Cody, and also the disguise which Surgeon Powell and Texas

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22 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. Jack assumed, and their mission. I sent the \Noman in Black word of your movements, for I had men upon your trail. I need hardly say more, but that when I learned that Monte Miranda had kidnaped Miss Quimby, 1, and the Woman in Black notified me, I came at once to retreat. I found that outlaw scouts had disct'vered :t your. presence in the valley, and the Mexican was den'\orrow, so that you will doubtleS'S never again hear Bandbox Bill, the Bravo in Broadcloth. Still, I will tni to your honor, and give you an address, Cody, you a Surgeon Powell, where a letter will reach me, and you ever need my si;:rvices as a border detective, to me and I will come." Some time after, when Buffalo Bill did have to c upon the Bravo for his aid, the scout discovered that h was a wealthy Texas ranchero, whose whole life had a sad romance. THE END. \iiammed to hunt you down. He was commanded not so by the Woman in Black, but refused tc1 obey, I arrived fortu?ately. in time.. I only that. '1.le t\caped, for he sltpped mto the Imes last mght, found Miss was gone, for the Woman in Black had taken her her, and, taking his horse anl:l other weapons, "Buffalo Bill and the Ranchero King; or, Pawnee Bi he escape. ./ on the Rio Grande," is the title of the story of a 'pie; "Now 'twill lead you into the den of the Valley Terrors, turesque phase of Far West life which will appear i and the mt!n who are outlaws are in one camp to:night, the next issue of this weekly. A lariat is thrown at while my detectives are in another place. You can surmoment, upsetting evil plans and causing bi& round the VaJ,Ie:r: Terrors, and what you do with them .is The and l.1is daughter are none of my l:Jusmess . Are you ready to move, Captam 1 Indians and a dashmg Mexican army ofiicer 1s w.oun Taylor?" and nnrsed by the belle of the fort. A Mexican ca!)tai "I am, sir," said the who with the others had lancers .is openly charged with cowardice. A mysteri been an amazed and interested listener to the strange and chivalrous young ra11ch owner comes and goes revelations of a man who even yet was a mystery to one moments, always accomplishing good and pu. and all of them. ing bad. The story is filled with incidents typical' The "chaff" as the Bravo had called the real outborder life in the clays of incessant clangers from sku laws of the were very qu ickly surrounded by Capenemies. It is No. 561, out February 10th. tain Taylor and his men, and, after a sharp, short fight, ......., __ in which a number fell, the remainder were captured and securely guarded. p 11 The "wheat" were the detectives of the Bravo, and Q We s Projectile they were a bold lot of men; btit not one of them knew anything about their chief's former life. For reasons of his own, the Bravo had given Iron Heart Dick his freedom and told him to get out of the way as quickly as he possibly could. Great was the joy of Helen and her father when they found themselves in each other's arms. The \i\T oman in Black still kept in the background, after bidding Helen farewell, and the next morning, when the Bravo took his departure for Hallelujah City, she companied him. r But before he took his leave, the Bravo had a talk with Buffalo Bill and Surgeon Powell, and told them that, to track the man who had wrecked his sister's life, he had himself turned Mormon, and, among the secret band of which he had been made captain, was Slim Jones, while Bully Joe belonged to another company. The laws of these leagues gave the chief power of life and death over the men, and wh en they did a wrong he could command them to die by their own hands. These two men had deserted the Danite leagues to which they belonged, and, as has been seen, were forced to death by the command of the Bravo. And further, Bandbox Bill made known that Kate Fen wick and Lou Gray had also married Mormons, to find out too late their mistake, and that he had urged them to remain in Hallelujah City, make a fortune, and then return to their homes, hiding forever the sad secret of. their lives. This they had done, and l:e added : "Soon they will leave the mines, and with money to live on, no one will suspect how terrible has been their past." "And you?" asked Buffalo Bill. "I have kept my incognito through all, for my sister's sake; but we have a home to go to, and we start to-By Oscar Hatch Hawley. (A TWOPART STORY-P,ART I.) CHAPTER I. STRONG-ARM DTPLOMACY. \Vhen Ensign Powell was ordered on shore duty the port of Dahmo, he the epvy of all the other offic on the crpiser Tallapoosa. They knew that the assi ment was coming, and each one had hoped to be selec for life on shipboard got to be very monotonous cluri long cruise, and the Tallapoosa was just back from at months' voyage. But if Powell wa s glad the choice fallen on him, he gave no demonstration of great hilarious joy by way of showing his approval. 0 c he was happy in the thought that he would be abi stretch his legs for a few weeks, but about the rest o he "didn't know." Dahmo was the chief port of the Republic of Bor guaya-the city where all busine s s with incoming and o going ships was transacted-and, as the foreign co merce was consider'able, the collector of the port ban a great deal of money. Ensign Powell had been the office of temporary collector of the port, not bec
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THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. oguls of the great sister republic, which caused 'ate happenings not at all in line with tradition or ent. The great sister republic gave quick notice e debt must be settled, and in the course of time ya replied that the settlement would be made at date. The great sister republic then asked for "cit indication of the date when the debt would and Boroguaya replied that it would be when s nestled again-or words to that effect. great sister republic took the matter seriously than humorously, and concluded that, as there were s to nest in Boroguaya, there would be no nest e. This looked to the solons of the great sister like a clear indication that Boroguaya had no in n of settling the debt, and so it was decided to give e mushroom republic a much-needed lesson in the of strong-arm diplomacy. had been quibbling over the matter for six months they now considered half a year too long-and so ded to take quick action, collect the debt before aya could recover her breath, and then get away e money while the Boroguaya:::s were trying to how it had happened. accordance with this resolve, full instruction s had en to Commander Crampton, of the Tallapoosa, ad been sent out to make the collection. antler Crampton did not take the officers of the osa entirely into his confidence with regard to the of the trip. He told them that it was a semi tic mission, and that one of them would have weeks' duty on shore when the destination was ed. And that was the reason the commander had t Ensign Powell when the ship came to anchor shallow and open harbor at Dahmo. owell," said the commander, when the ensign d, "I have GOncluded to detail you for the shore You don't mind, I suppose?" el highly honored sir," responded the ensign. glad of that. I feared you might not care for ty, as it is liable to be rather unpleasant." t is the nature of the duty, sir?" collection of some claims amounting to two hun eighty thousard dollars. It is a nasty business, n't half like it, but orders are orders, and we ing to do but carry them out." t by force of arms?" asked the astonished enis the very we must avoid. As a matter between you and me, Mr. Powell, I do not Sa.ying that our course is entirely irregular; we t a warra:it for it either in international law o r pre but we must bluff it through." is it to be done?" e ar.e going to seize the customhouse and pocket all eipts until the amount of the claims has been col That will take a month, pro15ably, and during e we must commit no hostile act, such as would m cause to complain to other powers that we were our authority. For that reason the seiziire 1* peaceful. You cannot carry arms with you, and not a guard of armed marines1 for that would a glaring of international law that we get ourselves in serious trouble. But the cruiser rbor will have the effect desired, I believe. is a letter to President Riotos, which you are as soon as you land. The letter is an exaruple of diplomatic English that should serve as a model in the schools and colleges, for, while it is couched in the most polished language, and contains no word that could possibly offend, every line is filled with dynamite, which cannot fail to be observed by the blindest mortal on earth. Listen to this : 'It is with a heart full of sympathy that the great sister republic learns of the many international troubles now hampering the work of your splendid administration, and it is such a clear case of inability on your part to do more than recommend the payment suggested that assist ance will be given you. An officer of this government has been detailed for that purpose. He will act in civil capacity, taking charge of the cu s tomhouse, and admin istering the office with the vigor characteristic of hi s kind. The cruiser Tallapoosa will bring him to your port and will remain in the harbor until he has finished his duties, when it will fetch him away. In the meantime the Tallapoosa will probably have an influence for peace with your countrymen, as they will be less likely to riots and disorders when a warship i s near.' "That is what you might call letting President Riotos down very easily. You under s tand that as soon as you have paid your respects to the president, you are to g o to the cu s tomhouse and take up your residence there. "Live there? "Certainly. You will find very comfortable quarters there, and it is absolutely nece s sary that you never leave the place until your work is finished. "I see." Any hope Ensign Powell may have had that he was to live at a hotel vanished. He saw at once that the duty was to be nothing in the shape of a lark, and that his nose would be on the grindstone most of the time, which is the particular reason that he made no sign of great joy at having been chosen for the task. "You see, the principal thing is to get the money," con tinued Commander Crampton. You walk into the cus tomhouse as if you owned the place, and you will not have any difficulty. At the same time, do not make enemies of the people. Treat them with courtesy, and be amiable all of the time, but don't let any of the cash get away from ou." y d ? " Will you send for the money taken every ay "No, I think it will be policy not to take any of it out of the customhouse until you have the whole amount on hand. There are good strong safes in the customhouse, and if you leave it there, no one will know very much about what is going on. But if we begin to take it away every day or two, it will be sure to cause a:n upri s ing and then we might not get any of it. As I said, we cannot use force. The Tallapoosa is only a bluff. We would not dare to open fire on the port unless the mob threatened your life, and I have serious doubts about the advisability of doing it, even in that ca s e. I think if you get into any trouble, we will have to land marines with blank cartridges in their rifles. The noise would have as good a n effect as the steel, and then we would not have any death claitns to settle. I have often noticed that the report of a gun seemed to have a greater effect on these Latin-Americans than the sting of the bullet." "When am I to begin my duty? asked Powell. 'At once. Pack your bag, order out the launch and get ashore a s so o n as possible.'' "Very well, sir." Ensign Powell touched his cap nd was g o ne. It was

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24 THE BUFFA LO D I L L ST ORIES. .. n o t a plea s ant duty on which he had be e n detailed th e re w o nld be s o mu c h office work about it, and office w ork wa s a thing he particularl y abh o rred Still there w e re many unplea sant thing s one had to do in the line of duty, and s o he could not find fault. He would make the be s t of it. Beside s it was bound to be rather intere stingthis meeting with new people thi s wielding of the velvet grip within the mailed fis t Y es, h e believed that, after all, he might lik e itunle s s there should be trouble. It wa s not at all likely that there w o uld be trouble, but he would have f e lt far better, w hen h e came to think o f it if h e had been allowed t o c arry hi s s ide arms Still, there wa s the Tallapoosa, and s h e would probably keep the populac e from making any d e m o n s tration again s t him. He r eso lved that he would acquit himself in a manner t o r eflect on the which he represented; that he would make friend s o t the B o roguayan s s o that th e y would not feel greatl y humiliated by his s eizure of the cu s toms. And he als o resolved not'to trust any one in the whole r e public. His experieh c e with Latin-American s wa s n o t grea t but he -thought from what he had re a d h e knew t heir characteT. So, while he made friend s with them, he w ould not trus t them, and he would be ev e r o n hi s guard again s t any pos s ib l e treachery on the part of tho s e with whom he came in contact. CHAPTER II. THE P LA N PLEAS E S PRES ID ENT RIOTO S. Ah, I am so very glad t o s ee yo u ," s aid Pres ident Riotos, in e x cellent Engli sh, afte r h e h a d r e ad the l ette r which Powell t o him. "And I a m a l so v e r y glad to receive this letter, which relieve s m y min d o f a great worry "That is good news, indeed," returned Pow ell. "Then I may hope for your friendly intere s t in my w elfare?" Most a s suredly," acquie s ced the pres id ent heartil y I hope your s tay at the cu s tomhou s e will be th orot: 1ghly enjoyable, and I will do my be s t t make th e t im e pa ss pleasantly for you. Y o have m y v e ry Qes t wis h es in the undertaking in hand, and I feel sure y ou will bring the matter to a satisfactory c onclusion-one that will cement the already strong bonds of friend s hip bet w een B o rogu ay a and the great sister republic. "And now, your excellency, having fini s hed bu s ine ss at the palace, I will bid you good-b y an q take up m y duties at the customhouse." "By .all means, assented the president. "Wait a m o ment and I will have you taken down to the h o u s e in my state conveyance." Powell declined the carriage, saying that a s he had been on shipboard s o long, he preferred the w alk and then, taking leave of Pres ident ..Riotos, set off in the di rection of the customhou se. 'Truly, I am the mo s t fortunate man living, excl a imed President Riotos to hi s secretary o f war, Ramo n, a fe w minutes after Powell had taken hi s dep arture. "Your excellency ha s ever been a favorite o f the g o d s said Ramon humbly. 'What is th e new manife s tati o n of their favor?" "The answer to m y mo s t earne s t pray er. For many months I have been greatly trou b l e d as to the future, but now all i s cle a r t o me The great s i s t e r r e publi c has been 111o ved by a kind Pro viden c e to c o m e t o my a s sistance, and now the WJJ.y is a s clear a s day. "Pardon your excelle n cy, but I d o n o t exactl y see the p o int. " V e r y s impl e Ramo n, r e pli e d th e president t e sti ly "You are awar e o f th e fact that all o f our living e x-presid ents have their h o me s in gay Paris.'f "Two o f them are there, I beli e ve. "The numb e r i s s ignificant o f the peril s of thi s high office. I grea,tly admire th e wi s d o m of their course, and it i s my purpos e t o profit by their example.' Y o u m e an that y o u c o ntemplate a European trip, with the p oss ibility o f taking up y our res idenc e abro ad?" aske d the a s tonished Ramon. "Precisel y The di sgruntle d M o ral es i s getting a strong_ foll ow ing in th e interior and I fe a r it w ill not be l ong fore w e have a n o th e r r e v o luti o n o n our hand s "But w e ca n c ru s h that as we h ave se v e ral othe r u p ri s ing s w hich ha ve threate'n ed your p e ac e o f m i nd .'' \i\fe c an p e rhap s but we w ill n o t. I t i s t oo try ing o n the n e rv es, and I gre atl y de s ir e t o g e t so m e enj o ymen t out o f life, so I hav e l o n g b ee n con s id e ring w a ys and me a n s o f accom pli s hing th e de s ired e nd. Tl;.e treas ury a s yo u well kn ow, .has b ee n in a s ad state o f d ep l e ti o n s ince th e b e ginning of m y t e rm in thi s exalt e d offic e The public' debt ha s grow n be yo nd all bo unds. T h e high r a t e o f t axes ha s ca u se d groa ning am o ng the pe ople. Xnd it is th a t I h ave n o t b ee n ab l e t o ge t a suffic ien t am ount o f th e n eedful o n h a nd w ith whic h t o b ring o m y coup. For o n e h as n ee d of mo n ey in Pari s." "And s till you r exce llen cy, i f you will p ardo n the. d e n se s tupidit y o n th e part of your humb l e ser vant p e r mit me t o s a y that I am ye t in th e d a rk. I do no t s ee bow-" "You we r e eve r a fo ol, R a m o n w ith t o see b eyond th e e nd o f your n ose w hi c h i s n o t of h ero i c p rop o rti o n s," int errup t e d Presi dent Rio t os ..-, Ye s your e x c elle n cy.'' "But a r e a g oo d fellow, a n d I w ill e nli g h ten you. fo r I hav e n ee d of your se r v i ces in brin g ing my p l a n t o a s u c c ess ful co nclu s i o n T h e g r ea t s i s t e r r epublic has i n a n ag e nt in the c u s t o mh o u s e fo r t h e 'pu rpose of collec tin g certain claim s h e ld by c itizen s of th a t cou n try A v e ry dipl o matic l ette r has bee n sent t o m e in rega rd to it. f t i s a bluff a nd n o o n e kn ows that b et ter th a n I, but I w ill l e t th, e m think they are t o hav e their ow n way. "If we: de s i re d t o throw th e a gent out we coul d do so, a nd th ey w o uld b e powe rl ess t o h e lp it ; fo r th ey d a r en o u s e force in the colle cti o n of thi s cla im So t he agent is in the cu s t o mh o u se w ith out a g uard, wi t h o ut a weapon of a n y kind, a nd the o nl y p ro t e cti o n h e ha s i s th e s hi p in th e h a rb o r whi c h i s o nl y mo r e bluff, fo r it da r e n ot fire o n the p o rt. But the bluff w ill be a s useful t o u s a s to t h e m, fo r our pe a ce ful c i t izen s w ill see t ha t we are power l ess t o h e lp ourse l v es, th a t i f we do n o t the agent t o t a k e th e cu s t o m s r e c e ipt s th e s hip will fire o n th e c it y and des tro y it. it w ill r e quir e ab out three o r four w e e k s fo r th e collection o f suffic i ent m o n ey t o m ee t the _claim s and at th e encl o f t h a t tim e it w iil tra n s f erred t o tl s hip But h e r e i s w h e r e our grea t pl a n mus t com e fo W e w ill c ultiv a t e the ac q u a intan c e o f th e a g ent, w h s e e m s t o b e a ve r y youthful and trus tin g p e r so n, and s w e w ill b e a ble t o know fro m tim e t o time about h ow muc money h e h as on hand. v V hen h e i s ab out r e ad y to leave the place, there wi be an unfortunate upri s ing of th e people. They will mo the cu s t o mh o u s e and s a c k the building. P erhaps the agen

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. will be handled harshly. That will be too bad, for he seems to be such a very agreeable young man. When the mob has finished, you will see to it that the safes are emptied of their gold, and bring it here, where we will hide it. "Then we will express deep regret to the great sister republic; will l et them see how we --with them, and will make such promises of good mtenas will satisfy them of our inability to control the mob. Then there will be another revolution, and you and will prevail upon the great sister republic to take us to place of safety. We will escape our brave diers are blocking the entrance to the city, and we will carry with us many things-including the gold,_ which you will rescue from the customhou_se, and which the great sister republic is going to be so kmd as to collect for us. Is it not very easy, Ramon?" "'But the ship," said the secretary of war-" will that not protect the customhouse?" "Have I not already told you that they dare not fire on the port? It would disturb the peace of natio_ns, they are not anxious for any disturbance of that kmd JUSt at this time. They could do nothing more tha_n land a few marines but before that could be accomplished the work of the would have been done-if they are well imed for it." "Master, your mind is without limit in its resources," sa id Ramon humbly. "When will it please your excellency to have the mob attack the customhouse?" "Probably in about three weeks. Almo s t any time aftet: two weeks have passed. It must be done at night, and the darker the night the better. If there shou ld ance to be a sto rm that would make an ideal night. uf we will know when it is time to act In the mean time prepare a few trusty citizens as leaders for the mob." "Your excellency, it is done." President Rioto s s tepped to the s ideboard and deftly prepared his favorite of '_'rhum," cracke_d ic e, and soda water. He sipped 1t slowly, with the air of a connoisseur, and when the glass was empty, rang for a servant. Writing rapidly on a little pad, he sc ribbled a note, which he handed to the servant, say_ing, at the same time: "Take that to Senor fowell, at the and tell him it is with the compliments of President Riotos. Ramon raised his eyebrows, by way of denoting his astonishment, and to show that he did not fully com,re hend what the president had done. "A little present to the new collector of the ex plained President Riotos. "If he has. a we are not thoroughly in sympathy with him, this will help to allay his fears." "And what was it?" "An order for soda water, 'rhum,' and limes. We must teach him to imbibe our favorite beverage while is with us. When once he has tasted the mixture, he l be our friend for life." "Do not be too sure of that, your excellency; he may think .the stuff is poisoned, and refuse to drink any of it." "So he might. That is exactly what I should expect iin to do. But when we visit him at the customhouse, nd partake of his hospitality, we will show h_im ve are not afraid of our own beverages, will ake him ashamed of himself for having even suspected us. Then he will be more apt to give us his confidence, and we will be better able to know the precise moment to strike "Master, you are truly a marvel of intellect. I can almost see the streets of gay Paris now." I CHAPTER III. THE ATTACK ON THE CUSTOMHOUSE. Life at the customhouse moved with humdrum monot ony Powell had found no difficulty in taking possession of the place, for the government official seemed thor oughly exhausted from his labors, and boo.ks, papers, and all the paraphernalia of the office with a sigh of relief. Powell found the house to b.e a long, low building, built around an open court, like most houses in the The front of the building faceq a wide street, that skirted the whole water front, while the rear looked out over the wharfs. In front were the offices, and in the tear the living rooms, while on either s ide were sleeping apartments. He had two servants from the ship, and these he posted on guard every night, as their day duties d!d not amount to a great deal. Every day or two received a visit from some of the officers, and not mfrequently President Riotos or Secretary Ramon dropped in for a visit. Powell had received the present from the president, and occasionally tried it-when Riotos or Ramon were calling on him. But for himself he. did not care for_ it, and the great case of soda-water siphons lay gathering cobwebs in the cellar. The third week of his stay at the port had come and gone without an event to excite more than casual in terest. He had collected nearly enough money to satisfy the claims, and was getting with the large amount o n hand. Now he was more worned than usual, because President Riotos, that amiable gentleman, had suggested that if Pow.ell would say the word, he could have a guard of Boroguayan soldiers around the place. This was pretty good evidence that the president knew of the great amount of money on hand, and it worried Powell not a little to think that any one besides himself was giving a thought to the money. . He wished the president had not SGtid anythmg about it. He wished the whole business was off his mind, and he again on shipboard doing a sailor's duty. To be sure, he had had no trouble thus far, but sinse the president had mentioned the matter of a guard, he felt that he was not safe at all, and that he was likely to be attacked at any time. The president had almost sa id as much, but he had refused the guard, for that would be not alone a s ign of weakness, but an indication to the people that there was some thing valuable to guard in the customhouse. And so, after thinking it over, he sent word to Com mander Crampton, and asked that what money he had on hand be transferred to the ship. The commander re plied that he woulcd have it attended to the very ne_xt day, and that if there was any danger, to keep a. stnct watch all night. If a mob should attack the place m night, a detail of marines would be landed from the ship, and so Powell need have no fear. If he could hold out half an hour or so, he would have assistance in plenty. Powell did not have an idea that he was in danger, but he took greater precautions than ever in locking up that

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T H E BUFFALO BILL S T ORI ES night. Since he had been in the customhouse, he knew that the place was constantly watched from the ship In t he daytime t he watch never took his eyes from the l ong, low bu i ld i ng, and fo the n i ghttime t h e search l ight p l ayed on it constantly. It was impossible for a mob to attack the p l ace without running in full view of the ship, and then it wou l d be but a short time when the marines wou l d land and come to the rescue. A ll thi s l ooked very we ll i n theo r y, and, under ordinary circumstances it might have worked out exactly as p l anned But it is a well-known fact that between theory and practice there is a long step, and one that occasionally upsets "the best-laid plans of mice and men So it was in this case The elements had not beert taken into con sideration, a n d neither Commander Crampton nor Powell w a s prepared for the storm which broke over the city i n all its tropical fury shortl y after nine o'clock T h e rai n ca me down in torrents, the wind shrieked around the h ouse with the force of a mighty gale, the onestory structure shook and rocked as if on the billows of t he ocea n W h en Powell thought of the ocean he re membered the ship, and realized at once that she cou l d not weather the storm in tliat open harbor. She would drag her anchor and soon be fast on the rocks, or else she would drift on one of the ni1merous reefs near the harbor entrance. He was no t taken by surprise, therefore, when the searchl ight sudden l y left the building, and the next mo ment was b lotted from view. The Tallapoosa was steam in g for the open ocean,. where she coti!d ride out the storm. There wou l d be no sleep for him that night. He must be awake and on his guard. Perhaps there was no dan ger, but it was just the n ight for an attack. With the ship gone from the harbor, he would be unprotected, and, if left alone, the house would not stand before a deter mined mob any great length of time. It was not probable that he would have to fight for his life-but supposing he did have to? What weapo1rs did he have with which to defend himself? Nothing. abso lutely Not a weapon of any kind in the house, unless, perchance, he could call those heavy iron bars in the cellar wee.pons. He sat thlls
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I ffiE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. will change the whole current of the red brother's na ture?" O'Connor mildly inquired. "How many centuries do you suppose the Blackfeet have lived for war and buffalo running? And you're going to make farmers of them in one decade Don't you take heredity into ac count?" "'Oh, pshaw!" the agent countered airily. "Heredity begin to weigh in the balance against environment. The human race is the most adaptable thing on earth. The buffalo are gone the tribal war, s are a thing of the past, and the Indian will naturally adjust himself to con ditions as he finds them. Take Eddie Many Guns, for IQstance. Can you imagine him in a breechclout and war paint? Why, he is no more a savage than you or I. Yet his father, I have been told was a noted scalp taker. That shows what education and environment will accomplish." O'Connor shrugged his s houlder s, and dropped the sub ject. The Honorable Perry was newly appointed to care for the dark-skinned wards of the Canadian government, and his experience with Indians had previously been con fined to reading agenc: reports as an attache of the Indian department. Yet he was positive that he knew Indians better than they knew themselves; he bristled with mental and physical metamorphosis theories as a porcuine with quill s If O 'Co nnor had been minded, he could have told him much that would have been well for an unsophisticated Indian agent to know, for O'Connor had spent many years among the people of the s moke-black ened lodges-Crows, Crees; Sioux, Gros Ventres, and Blackfeet. O'Connor spo ke their language as he did his own mother tongue, and he knew the heart of an Indian as well as it is given any white man to know. But to the norable Perry he wa simply an agreeable, itinerant picture maker albeit a surpassing clever one; and O'Con nor shrugged hi s shoulders, kn ow ing that in time the mo s t obtuse of agents would acquire wisdom from his wards, though the manner of it s acquisition might be none too agreeable. O'Connor smiied to himself when his eyes rested for a moment on E.ddie Many Guns. That the agent had grounds for his assertion no one beholding Eddie cou ld deny. Straw hat, tan shoes, a neatly cut serge suit, and beautifully laundered linen decked Eddie's person, and onnor. had already learned that he was a graduate of the Industrial School at Regina, where Indian s tudent s are made acquainted with Greek and Latin, and the arts and sciences, in conjunction with some useful trade-in fact, Eddie had shown O'Connor hi s certificate, which was equivalent to a B. A. from any college in Canada. The idea of associating war paint and scalping forays with Eddie was incongruous. Edd ie was a vel-y mild spoken young man, rather proud of his accomplishments ; and he was a representative specimen of seve ral score of the younger generation of his tribe. O'Connor, out of curiosity, had been at some pains to cultivate hi s ac uaintq.nce; though, a s a rule, the civilized Indian didn t JCal to him from either a picturesque or human-interest tandpoint. And he had gathered that "Eddie" was a superfluity tagged on by the school-his tribal cognomen was "Sound-of-many-guns." It was Dominion Day on the reservation, which meant orse racing, Indian dances-which the Honorable Perry frowned upon as a relic of savagery, and confided to O'Connor that he would forbid thereafter-and general ,hilarity. The Honorable Perry found much to frown upon before the end of that day. O'Connor sat with him upon a hillside and watched the shifting crowd, gay in beaded and quill-worked buckskin and gaudy blankets. They had gathered from the four corners of the reserva tion for the three days frolic, and the bucks sported the best of their wardrobe and the pick of their ponies. Crowfoot agency is the abiding place of two thousand of the Blackfeet, and they were all there. Throughout the afternoon the agent and O'Connor rode from place to place, threading way in a weaving mass Of color that mad e O'Connor's fingers itch for a brush Horse races here, a foot race there; yonder a barbecue, where four-year-old steers were roasted whole; a little farther, s lim, s upple young bucks, stripped to a breechclout, wrestled for a prizer-and the plaudits of their partisans, till the sweat stood in beads on the br0nze bodies. At six o'clock the Honorable Perry bethought him of dinner, but O'Connor was loath to ride three miles to the agency and back again, for the big dance of the cele bration was to begin at s undown. So the agent, with perfunctory regrets, rode away and left him. O'Connor was nowise mealy-mouthed, and barbecued beef was to be had in abundance for the taking. O'Connor got him a piece of beef, and, with a tin cupfu l of tea to wash it clown, squatted in the grass be s ide the lodge of Snarling Dog to eat it; and when he had finished he and Snarling Dog indulged in a friendly pipe and the luxury of mutual silence. A little way off, a knot of you ng Indians were gathered about an older one, who sat upon a blanket arid spoke to them, orally and with sign talk. "Who is the man of many words?" oconnor finally broke into Snarling Dog's reverie. 1 A s light grin wrinkled the old Indian 's mouth. "It is Running Horses, The he replied. "A Cree. His tongue is like a rivh in flood time. He love s to tell the young men of the scalps he took in the buffalo days. 1 O'Coqnor rose and walked over to the group. A straw hat and high white collar denoted the presence of Eddie Many Guns in the listening circle, and O'Connor edged around till he was near Eddie before he found a place where he coulcl see and The Boaster was living up to his nickname. Also, from the thickne ss of hi s speec h and the unnatural brightness of his eyes O'Connor gue ssed that he had made connections with some "boo t legger's" stock of forbidden fire water. Oth erwise no such wily old warrior as Running Horses would have been foolish enough to boast of lifting Blackfeet hair while he was a gue s t of the Blackfeet tribe. "The glory of the old days is forgotten, since the white man overruns the prairie, and the war trail s are blotted out by his feet," The Boaster was saying. "But there be old men among the Blackfeet who remember the last time the Crees and Piegans fought. Three Wolves, of your people, led a party of warriors against us at our camp b y Old Wives Lake. They struck us hard, and left our lodges burning, and took away many scalps. "I, Running Horses, was first to strike the war post. Soon many braves were with me. Our medicine wa s strong, and we followed their trail for many day s, till they came at la st to their own camp-thirty lodge s at Seven Persons Spring. There, while they feasted, and danced the sca lp s they had to,ken from the Crees, we came down on them like the whirlwind that lick s up the

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/ THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. dust in the dry time. It was a great fight! Many of QUr best warriors gave their last war whoop at Seven Persons Spring. At the last we cornered the chief and a few other s who could not get away, and I Running Horses, fought Three Wolves hand t o hand, and killed him with my knife. We would have taken many squaws and much plunder but another party of Blackfeet, camped a little way beyond, heard the noise of the fight, and came galloping on their war ponies-a great many of them. So we took the scalps and all the ponies of Three Wolves and his braves and came away. It was a great fight! We are friends now; though we have had many great battles. Is it not so? But I have kept the. scalp lock of Three Wolves, because he was a great warnor, as I am. Behold!" The Boaster rose to his feet, thrust a hand into the folds of his blanket, and drew forth the gruesome relic -a bushy, black J.ock of hair, with its two-inch of scalp strung taut in a little willow hoop. He held it up vaingloriously, as proof of his prowess in battle. There was a slight stir close by O Connor, and Eddie Many Guns stepp ed close to The Boa s ter, snatched the scalp from hi s hand, and spat deliberately in hi s face. "Loud-mouthed d o g of a Cree," Eddie said, in the throaty tongue of his tribe, "get to the l o dges of 1your people, and bid them strike their tepee pole s No war rior boasts, at a peace feast, of the s calps he has taken from the givers of the feast. The Cree i s a coward-an old woman. He has the mouth of a buffalo bull, and the heart of a prairie chicken! See! I spit in his face again." The Boaster stared an in s tant, wiping his face with the back of one hand. Then he drew hi s blanket close around him and stalked away. Many Guns looked after him and laughed deep in his throat; then he, too, away in the mid s t of a group of young men, looking down at the scalp in his band. O'Connor watched the retreating form of The Boaster till a little cluster of lodges hid him fro m s ight. Then he went back to hi s horse and asked Snarling Dog ,where sat the tepees o( the visiting Crees. The old Indian pointed out the place, and O Conn o r rode up on a where he could see. A s he looked, the squaws stripped off the tepee covers, yanked down the slim \'oles, and loaded the travois with their belongings In half an hour the ten lodges of the Crees were packed and under way, pulling toward the Blackfeet agency. O'Connor watched them string down the trail and pitch their camp again in the very shadow of the agency walls. Then he lit his pipe and went thoughtfully back to look on at the big dance. Late that evening, when night had shut thickly and the yellow tongues of many camp fire s pierced the dark, O'Connor stood watching the Blackfeet disport themselves in the firelight. It struck him of a sudden that the crowd about the dancing place had thinned ably. He turned his back on the half-naked figures that leaped and pirouetted in the firelit circle, and sought for the cause. By ones and twos, in little bunches of eight and ten, the Blackfeet were breaking away from the outer edges of the throng, and slipping quietly through the night to ward a hollow on the farther side of the great camp; a hollow from whence as O'Connor neared it, came the steady beat of and a yelling declamation, sounds that made O'Connor's blood jump faster-he knew their import. He went a little farther, and stopped to listen. The shrill, half-chanted words floated up out of the hollow: Hear my voice, ye birds that follow the war trails; I go to prepare a feast for you to batten on; I see you cross the epemy's lines; Like y ou, I shall go I wish the swiftness of your wings; I wish the vengeance of your claws. I 1nuster my friends-follow me, follow me. Much blood will be spilt; scalps will be taken. Ho Ho ye young men that are warriors, Look with joy on the battle field While he stood there, hesitating, nerve s atingle, a ha was laid gently on his arm, and the voice of Snarling Dog spoke in his ear. "Turn, 0 maker of pictures," he said to O'Connor. "Let us go back to my lodge." It was a command .as much as an invitation, and O Connor turned back with him. They threaded their way to the old Indian' s tepee, and sat there a few minutes over a pipe. Snarling Dog vouch safed no and O'Connor a s ked no questions though he thought-well, many things. In a little while he bade Snarling Dog good night and rode away to the agency, for he wa s tired and s leepy. A s he mounted, Snarling Dog laid hand on th e mane of his horse. "The picture maker is wi se-he knows the heart of th Indian," he s aid softly. "If he hear s a noise in the night, let him not be afraid. It i s but the foolishness of the young men." Some time in the little hours that precede the sum mer dawn, O'Connor wakened to the popping of guns and a chorus of savage whooping. He sprang from his bed and peered out of a window that faced toward where t Cree s had pitched their camp that evening. Red fla s he s pat angrily in the dark, and the crack of a rifle fol lowed every flash. That wa s all O C o nnor could see and hear for a minute; just the shooting and the yells and the red flas hes in the dark. Away on the opposite s ide of the agency a bugle s hrilled in the night, clear and sweet above the noise abou the Cree lodges. By the time O Conn o r s lipped on hi trousers and got outs ide, a squad of mounted police thun dered by. Before they reached the camp the sho6ti ng had died away. A few vague forms hovered about the loci e s inside of which the hugged the ground and how < lamentation; and when the heavy-footed cavalry horse swung round a corner on the jump, the flitting, stoopin shapes broke for their ponies, with the Illackfeet war cry And purs uers and pursued vanished from O'Connor sight and hearing with a rush of hoofs and a fresh burs of gun fire. From here and there about the agency men came run ning-even the honorable Perry, in silk pajamas and bear ing a shotgun-and joined O'Connor. With lanterns an candles they went from lodge to lodge. In each the raid ers had left their grim h;rndiwork; of forty Crees tha pulled to the agency walls at du s k, no more than a doz would see the sun rise again. Three Wolves The Boa s his squaw, and two sons lay half in, half out their lod and the bare raw circle on top of each head shone ghastl red in the flickering lantern light. Thereafter, scattering shots sounded faintly at interval to the north of the agency. South, where lay the m Blackfeet camp, not a glint of fire showed till dayligh shot the sky with rose and yellow, and then the blu smoke spirals went trailing lazily up from around man

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/ THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. b r eakfast pots. Then O'Connor and the agent,' watching silently w i th field g l asses from .an upstairs window, saw the police shooting from the shelter of rocks and buffalo wallows at a patch of brush that crowned a tiny butte ; and from the butte crest came answering white puffs for every shot the police fired. "They've got some of them corralled on that hill," O'Connor said. "Let us ride over and see what's going on And the Honorable Perry, inclined to wonder if He were really awake and not dreaming that some of his charges had actually gone "bad," followed O'Connor to the stable. A mile from the agency Sergeant Well s hatles s a bloody streak on one side of hi s face, and his left hand bandaged in a handkerchief, met them in the fork of a coulee. "Better. not get too close to that bunch," he warned. "We've lost three men already trying' to come to hand holds with t h em Damn an Indian, anyway!" The ser gean t stuck the spurs in his horse and was gone again before O'Connor could ask him a single question. The cause of his haste became apparent before they got within speaking distance of the police who were bom barding perfunctorily the brush patch from the shelter of the surrounding hills. O'Connor looked back and snorted. ,The sergeant had impressed a gun crew of agency clerks, and was bringing up the artillery-a four-inch field gun, re lic of the Riel Rebellion. O'Connor and the agent, out of rifle range of that clump of berry bushes, waited and watched breathlessly the passing of Sergeant Wells, the horses on a gallop the four-inch gun swaying and creak i ng on its rusty limber. Well s halted it on a hilltop, cut the horses loose, and brought the black muzzle to bear on ,......?he butte. The first shell flew high, droned over the scrub like a giant bee, and burst in mid-air two hundred yards be yond. The second fell short, and sent up a miniature geyser of dirt and gravel. But the third-that time the sergeant got his sights alined and the elevation just right before he let her go, and the shell dropped fair in the midst of the thicket. With the bang of the shell's explosion, three-just, three !-Blackfeet bucks, stripped to a loincloth and an eagle feather in their braided scalp locks, burst from -Shelte r and flung themselves, in a wild cha.rge, against the mounted police. It made O Connor's breath come faster and his hands clench into hard-knuckled fists to see them gallop straight again s t the barking Winchesters, the red hand war sign painted large on the hip s of the ponies and the Piegan war wh o op in their mouths. For a mo ment it seemed as if they would cross the open space safely and lock horns with the bowlder-protected police; but the men behind the carbines got the range, and one after another the three Indians dropped. The la s t clown fell within fifty yards of two troopers crouched behind a rock His horse fell first, and the brave a l ighted on hi s fee t run ni ng, but a dozen rifles spoke together, and he ump l ed, wi t hout a sound Sergeant Wells, as a matter of caution, dropped three ore shells among the berry bushes on that butte Then s men arose from bowlcler and buffalo wallow, and came own to l ook at the dead. O'Connor spurred down to em hastily, for he had a theory, and he was anxious to k now if i t was correct. As it happened, he came fir s t to t he brave who had fallen first The Honorable Owen Hildebrand rig h t behi n d him, l ooked dow n and went ghastly white. For the body, slim, bronze in the slanting rays of the morning sun, and the face smeared and daubed with the red-and yellow war paint, was that of Edmund Sound-'of-many-guns, graduated from a white man's school. And, tied fa s t in the forelock of his dead war pony, fluttering lightl y in the m o rning wirid, was the fresh-taken scalp of Running Horses, The Boaster. "There's five dead uns in the brus h s ir," a trooper reported. "I don't tl1ink a bloomin' one of the bunch got away." O'Connor turned his hor s e and rode away He wa sn't in a mood just then to discu s s the relative merit s of en vironment and heredity with any one, and least of all the Honorable 0. H. P. H e passed through the agency, and went straight to the Blackfeet c amp and
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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. haps, by a distant outcropping of rock, its outline jagged and all a-quiver in the dancing heat. In his turn, the young man cons ulted his watch. "Half past two," he said, aloud. "That gives me half an h our wherein to array my person in purple and fine linen." He rummaged about in the interior of a battered suit cas e, fairly plastered with labels and found his collars; with one o: which and a soap case he made hi s way, s waying to the rocking of the train up to the lavatory. Here he swabbed the alkali dust from his face and ne ck and hand s with lukewarm water; and presently it was a very immaculate young man, considering the hard ships of a journey across the Mohave Desert, who was wait. ing for hi s train to slow down and let him off at Hydrant. The minufes lagged on as though time itself had be come enervated by the unremitting fervor of the sun. Rand caught himself nodding and discovered himself in a s tate of mind strangely apathetic. It was as though he were waking from a dream that he :ound himself w'ith a sensation of abruptness, standing on a rude board platform, his trunks at his s ide and the desolate world \\ide before him. But as the Southwestern Limited, flaunting a plumelike tail of dust, racked and pounded away into the glaring \Vest, until at length it became a mere, vibrating blur in the distance, Rand saw that he was not utterly alone. Hydrant, he concluded, was a grim desert jest. It was nothing more nor less than a rickety stage of sun warped planks, set do w n witf1 apparent aimlessness in the midst of a howling wilderness of sa nd and and greasewood and prickly pear. On the one hand some mis guided railway expert had caused to be set up a water tank; there being no water within a radius of many miles, it reared its gaunt, hideous head in piteous appeal to a sky of brass-a mockery as hollow as the nomenclature of the place. But, on the other hand, there la y some few hundred feet of siding, whereon were severa l freight cars. A \\ agon drawn by a team of disconsolate mules, and loaded with oblong boxes, stood by one open door. Three men had been transferring the boxes to the car, bttt at the unexpected advent of thi s stranger-this astonishingly s peckless apparition from the effete East-they had paused to give to Rand their undivided attention. Rand looked away from them, a gho s t of a frown gathering between hi s level brows. His eyes sought the Southern horizo a line of white light-beneath which, he knew, lay Nampa and the ranches in the green of their growing lemon trees. From his feet, almost, a gray and du s ty road stretched due south, straight as a ribbon laid across the desert growth. That was to be hi s road, Rand knew; but he had not counted upon finding such a total lack of accommodation at Hydrant; he had expected that some mode of transportation would be forthcoming upon demand. Otherwise, he would have telegraphed. Rand's frown deepened. Was he to be forced to aban don his cherished project, his scheme of a surprise? One of the men on the wagon sat himself down and began to swing his legs nonchalantly over the side. He considered Rand deliberately, and finally yelled at him : "Hi, there, stranger!" Rand took his gaze from the dusty road with its border of telegraph poles, and nodded to the man. At the same time his face brightened. For he had overlooked the .... cayuse which was languishing near the furthermost of the freight cars-a def>ressed animal whose ears dropped in keeping with the reins which had been carelessly thrown over its head. "Hello!" said Rand pleasantly. He stepped down from the platform, plunging ankle deep in powdery dust, through which he plowed over to the waf'on. "Where's Na mpa?" he asked, smiling broadly. "Y'u want to go there?" I did ," Rand confessed. The speaker jerked his thumb vagttely to the south ward. "Thar's the road, stranger," he told Rand. "Jes' s tep along lively, and ye'll git thar about sundown. It's about miles." His companions laughed joyously, and Rand joined them. "I want to find a man named Wheelock," he sug gested. "Any of you know him?" This gained him their sober interest. "Wheelock? repeated he who had first spo ken. "Know Wheelock? Y'u mean the manager of Rand s ranch? Seems to me we're some acquainted with him. We works under him." "That so?" said Rand. "Then, I presume, these are Rand's lemons? He nodded toward the oblong, wooden boxes. "Y'u presoom correct, s tranger. If y'u want t' wait 'rou nd till we're quit of thi s job, I calculate we c'n drive y'u over." \\Tell," Rand suggested, "I'm in something of a hurry, and I was wondering if I could hire your cayuse. I'll pay you five dollars--" Btt t it developed that he was ad ressing the owner of the animal, who told him with exceeding affability and a wave of his hand : "Take him right along, stranger and it won't cost y'u nothin', neither. I'd je s' as leave drive back, m 'se lf." "Thank you," Rand said. "And-would it be too much to ask you to carry my baggage over to the ranch?" "Cert'nly not, stranger. Proud to accommodate y'u." "I'm greatly obliged to you." Rand s trolled over to the cayuse, caught the bridle, threw it over the animal:s neck, and mounted with a careless ease that won the ow ner's admiration. "He kin ride," announced the man to his comrades. Rand reined in by the wagon's side. "Follow the road. I suppose?" "Straight ez a s tring, stranger. Y'u come to Nampa, n' anybody'Il tell y'u whar Rand's-ranch is. S'long." "So long." "I say-stranger!" Rand turned in his saddle. "Mought I a s k yer name?' "Certainly." The' young man smiled; they couldn't head him off now. "I'm Rand," he explained, and struck the road at a rapid lope. The men whom he had left gasped with amazement, the owner of the cayuse exhibiting particular affliction. "I'm damned !" he complained; and then, more cheerfully: "Damned ef I'd want t' be in Wheelock's shoes tl: night!" CHAPTER II. BY THE ROADSIDE. A similar thought may have been in Rand's mind. he rode on, more sedately when once he had left the siding a few hundred yards in the rear, a grin1ly satisfied look showed upon his face-a smile of sinister sweetness.

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THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 3r Dropping the reins upon the neck of the cayuse, he permitted the animal to make its own pace; the in Jeed, was so oppressively intense as to preclude any idea of rapid motion . For Rand's part, he was content to pull down over his bro':Vs the rakish Panama he affected, and ride on with bowed head, hi s eyes half closed, deep in a profound pondering of the imminent. With his hands crossed idly upon the pommel, he slouched in the saddle ; a well-knit figure of a man, impressive with it s suggestion of intense, well conserved, latent force. The bed-rock truth upon which his character was was apparent almost to the ....-..:asual 1 glance-in the serious businesses of life Rand wasted no energy; he waited patiently, holding his temper, striking only when the time came, and then striking but once. His eyes were gray and keen and clear-the eyes of a man who has accustomed himself to the wide, free skies of the open spaces. His face was deep-bronzed and clean of line. One looked into it and straightway understood that the exceeding nicety of Rand's attire was an idiosyn crasy, not a weakness. In time he became aware that Hydrant lay in a cup shaped hollow in the plain; or, rather, in a saucerlike depression, up to one rim of which the pony was gradu car:ying. him. Slowly the peaks rugged and white with eternal snows, against the bnlhant yellow of the sky to the south and west. Presently he topped the rise and commenced an in finitely gradual descent into the Nampa Valley. And now, though still the mesquite and the yucca and the gray sage brushed his horse's flanks, and though still the dread ful silence of the desert dinned into his ears its soundless, ..-*:iarticulat e menace, Rand could see afar the wilderness blossoming as a rose. The community of Nampa was spreading out its treas ures beneath his gaze. Rand surveyed its formal ar rangement, as though a checkerboard had been opened before him-its vast orchards, wherein the trees were set out with a geometrical exactness, its bordering fields o-f alfalfa, its garden plots-all green with the healthy, whole. some green of nature, and all wrested from the greedy clutch of the desert by main strength. Even at thedistance, so clear and still was the evening .J,i4, the man could see the gigantic water pipe which, running down from the Nampa reservoir in the he .art of the !oomi11g San Bernardino range, had made possible by irrigation this miracle of fertility in a place of barrenness. Rand nodded his head amiably, in evident satisfaction at the sight, and clucked to the cayuse, whose wilted spirits, now reviving at the prospect of forage and water and a night's rest, caused it to get onward with expedition. The purple shadows oCthe hills stole across the land scape, shrouding alike in clear obscurity the desert and the cqltivated lands. Rand rode on and passed into the heart f it. A barely pei:ceptible coolness became apparent iri atmosphere. Beyond the the sky flamed gor sly, crimson and scarlet and sapphire, yellow and blue. last rays of the sinking sun touched the clouds with incandescent glory; And then night lay upon the -L. globelike moon, ruddy and hot, ,sailed with dignity tip toward the moon of drought time. It wrapped the desert in a weird, redpish light, like. some soft Rand came to the border of the tilled ..... . . .. ; I ground-to the barbed-wire fence on one side of which the wilderness rioted, while on the other the alfalfa grew obediently under the care of man. His cayuse sniffed the air and quickened its pace. Rand was conscious of a delicious smell of moisture, mingled with the perfume of the alfalfa. He turned to look, and saw a broad field glimmering like a still sea in the moonlight-where the water had been let in upon the thirsty acres. A broad and dusty avenue led him on, it seemed in terminably, straight as a Roman road. Rand had no need to alight and ask directions at any one of the house s which he passed from time to time. He had studied the map of Nampa with great care, and his sense of location was rather more than well developed. Moreover, he knew a lemon grove when he saw it; he would know "Rand's ranch" when he came to it. 1 He passed acre after acre of reclaimed fields, the pony hurrying on impetuously. Huge trees threw fantastic shadows athwart the moonlit road. Rand was half in clined to believe that it was some hallucination of the moonlight which presently made the cayuse halt and snort and then begin to dance fearfully from side to side. But the animal's ears were tensely forward, and when Rand jerked its head angrily to one side he could see the whites _of the frightened, rolling eyeballs. "Hello!" he said softly. "Something up? Let's see. Here, you devil on springs, be still !" He sawed on the bit until the cayuse was for a mo ment quiet, if trembling in every muscle. Rand dis mounted at this favorable instant and stepped forward thrusting his arm through the reins. The cayuse hung back and began to snort again. Rand swore at him comprehensively, and finally settled the matter by arbi tration-tied his horse to a near-by tree. Then, moving forward, he put his foot on so mething in a deep shadow-something soft and yielding. Disgust stirred within him and he drew back. "Dead horse!" he muttered. But it was worse than that. A vague moan struck his ear as he was turning awa y Now, a dead horse does not moan. Rand whirled about on his heel. "What's that?" he demanded. There was no answer-not a sound Yet he was sure that he could distinguish a barely audible fluttering upon the silence, as of breath laboriously drawn. "Somebody hurt!" Rand exclaimed anxiously. He stepped over the body of the dead animal, and went down on both knees by another body. "Poor devil!" said Rand compassionately. The blackness was dense. Rand's groping fingers found a face, warm his touch-an oddly smooth cheek, absolutely still. A tangle of long hair enmeshed his fingers, and Rand's heart seemed to leap into his mouth. "Great heavens!" he cried. "It's-why, it's woman!" That was true. He made out that her horse had fallen, catching one foot beneath it to hold her a firm prisoner. She had probably fainted after a long and exhausting struggle to free herself. A dead horse is no mean weight, but th. ere was no time to lose and nothing at hand which would serve as a lever. Rand discovered that it was no more than a fo o t which was held down inexorably, and somehow-he could not nave said how, later; but strength comes to one wherewith to meet emergencies-somehow he lift e d the dead bulk of the thing and simultaneously drew the

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32 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. woman free. A moment later he had her in his arms and was bearing her out into the moonlight, to put her down on a soft spot by the roadside. She did not stir, nor utter another sound. Rand stood over her with his arms akimbo and a great wonder surg ing in his brain ; he thought her the mo s t beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes upon Why," he said breathlessly, "she's-s he s mighty like a flower!" But he r e membered that there was a duty owing the girl higher than an appreciati o n of he r beauty; and re s o lutely he took his eye s from her face and considered ways and means His experience in the reviving of uncon s cious females was somewhat limited, but he was trying hard to recall the methods emplo y ed by n o veli s t s to bring back to consciousness their maltreated heroines. Something drew him back to the hor se. He bent over the animal, touching tentativel y the still flank s It wa s quite lifele ss. "Strange!" thought Rand "Uncommonly strange !" And he fumbled in his pocket s for the match which he presently drew along his thigh There was a stink of sulphur and a s pitting blue light. Rand shielded it with his cupped hands though the air was so motionle ss that when he held the little flame bending over the body, it flared upward without a flicker. The light was quite insufficient for a prolonged ex a mination yet Rand found that which made him put hi s teeth together firmly, biting on a s avage cur se. "The filthy hound!" he cried-meaning the man who had done thi s thing A small round hole w a s in the hors e 's head; thick blood welled from it very deliberately. The hor s e had been shot, either with a revolver or with a rifle of small c aliber. The match burned low and scorched the man 's finger s He dropped it and stood erect smitten with a great amaze ment. "It can t have been long s ince, he mus ed. "Why didn't I hear the shot? But that girl-what about her?" A slow, persistent drip-drip of water caught hi s ear. It seemed to come from the side of the road. Rand fol l o wed the sound, and stumb1ed over the rigid round ness of the great water pipe. The hand that he re s ted upon it to s ave himself a fall came away moist and sticky, and when he stooped and felt the surface of the ground thereabouts, he dabbled his fingers in a little pool of water. "This is luck, he observed; and s oused hi s handker chief in it. Returning to the girl he laid the sodden linen on her forehead for a moment, ai\d then very gently moistened the rest of her face. She sighed deeply, and moved. Her lips, which were full and tempting, parted ever so slightly. The long, upcurling trembled on the wonderful oval of her cheek; and she was looking up at him with a serene, steadfast perplexity that took his breath away. The moon light that sank into her eyes glowed in their depths like a slow fire that needed but the breath of romance to quicken it to flame. He heard himself stammering: "You-I beg your pardon-you fainted." Under his gaze a deep color burned in her cheeks. She sat upright suddenly and her quick, feminine fingers -they were brown, but slender and tapering, he notedbegan to arrange the disorder of her hair. "Thank you," she told him, a bit tremulously. "I must have-fainted, as you say. My mare fell without warning, and I caught." She turned her gaze to his with al} impulsive move ment of her head. "But how--" she demanded breath lessly. "You must have lifted that mare bodily!" "It was nothing," he told her gravely. "I'm glad that I came along in time to be of assistance. Permit me." Seeing that she wished to rise, he offered his hand ; s he put her fingers for an instant into his broad palm, and was on her feet-but only to utter a little cry of pain, and to cling to his arm, when she had rested her weight upon the bruised foot. "Oh !" s he said. "Oh!'" Tell me what I can do," Rand begged. The girl smiled bravely. "I'm afraid I can't walk" she s a id. "But th ere-it feels better already. Only shoe hurts. Have you a knife?" She sa t clown by the roadside again extending a hand fo r the knife. But Rand, with an "if you don t mind I'll be very careful," bent upon one knee and dexterou sly to slit the leather of the little riding boot. Because of hi s care and delicacy of it, it was rather a pro longed operation ; the girl s et her teeth and bore the s light pain of the unavoidable wrenchings without a murmur. In the end she thanked him with an unfeigned gratitude. "It feel s s o s o much better, s he as s ured him. "But what am I to d o ? I can t walk home. " I've a pony, Rand a s sured her. "He' s entirely at your service. If y ou 'll wait a moment--" He hurried back to the dead animal ungirthed and re :' m o ved the saddle, and transferred it to the cayuse. Re turning he lifted her very gently into the saddle, and gave her the r eins. "There!" he cried triumphantly. She s miled d own upon him in bewildering gratitude. I don't know how to thank you," she s aid. Don't try to. I'll feel ever so much more comfortable if you won't. You're more easy now?" he added anxiously. "Entirely. "You can s tand it until we get to my ranch? I'll have a carriage fixed up for you there, and--" Y our ranch ? s he exclaimed. \ "l hy, you're a s tranger sir!" Rand lifted the saddle he had taken from the cayu back and put it over his arm. "I am he agreed slowly. Perhaps you can be my guide to my ranch? I'm Rand.'' TO BE CONTINUED. THE VALUE OF WORK. "I met Thomas A. Edison at the Carlton, in London ' said a N ew Yorker on the Cunard pier. "Edison i s hed me with his account of the hard work he has done in hi s time. Why, the man thinks nothing of working twenty hour s a day for week s on end! "After one day Edison and I walked up the Hay market. Edison, as usual, talked about hard work. I sai thoughtfully: "' ,. 'I suppose success always means hard w doesn't it?' 'Yes,' said Edison, 'it does.' "He nodded toward a poor old sandwich man-a p bent old fellow of seventy or so, staggering alo m the gutter under three heavy and enormous sandwich boards-and he added: 'But failure means harder \\'.Ork.'

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BUFFALO BILL STORIES1 ISSUED EVERY TU E SDAY BEAUTIFUL COLORED COVERS Ther e is no need of our telling American readers how interesting the stories of the adventures o f B u ffalo Bill as s c out and plainsman, r eally a re. These stories have been r ead exclusively in this week l y for many yea r s and are voted t o be masterpieces dealing with Western adventu r e. B uffal o Bill is more popula r t o -day than he eve r was, and consequently, everyb o dy ought to k n o w all there i s t o know about him In n o manner can you bec o me so thoroughly acquainted with the a c t u a l h abits and life o f this g r eat man as by r eading the BUFFALO BILL STORIES. We g i ve h e rewi th a lis t o f all o f th e back numbe r s in p rin t Y o u c an have y o u r news dea le r order them o r they will be s e n t di r e c t by the p u blishe r s t o any address upon r e ceipt o f the price in money or posta ge-s tamps. 319-Bull'alo Bill' s Mazeppa Ride ........ 5 402-Buffalo Bill's Tre a sure Cac h e ....... 5 47iBull' a lo Bill and the Pool of i\Iys t c r y 5 321-Bull'alo Bill' s Gypsy Band ......... 5 403--Buffalo Bill' s Private War ........ 5 478-Bull'alo Blll a nd the D e s erte r .... ... 5 324--Bull'alo Bill's Gold Hunters ......... 5 404-Bull'alo Bill and the Trouble Hunter. 5 479-Buffalo Bill's I sland in the Air ...... 5 325-Bull'alo Bill in Old M e xico ... . .... 5 405-Buffalo Bill and the Rope Wizard . 5 481-Bulfalo, Bill's Ultimatum ....... .. 5 326--Buffalo Bill's Message from the D ead 5 406-Bull'alo Bill' s Fiesta ............. . 5 482 Bulfalo Bill's Test ... .... ....... :; 327-Bull'alo Bill and the Wolf-mast e r .... 5 407-Bull'alo Bill Among the Ch e y ennes .. 5 4 8 3 Buff a lo Bill and the Ponca R aicl<' r'. r; 32S-Bull'alo Bill's Flying Wonde r . .... . 5 408-Buffalo Bill Besi e g e d ............... 5 484-J5uffn lo Bill' s Boldest Stroke ...... ri 329-Bull'alo Bill' s Hidde n Gold ......... 5 409-Bull'alo Bill and the R e d Hand ..... 5 4 8!'iBuff a lo Bill's Enigma .... ........ > 330--Bull'alo Bill' s Outlaw Trail .... .... 5 410-Buffalo Bill's Tree-trunk Drift . . . 5 4 86-Bull'alo Bill's Blockade ............. :; 331-Bull'alo Bill and the Indian . 5 411-Buffa lo Bill and the Sp ecte r . ...... 5 4 87-Bulfalo Bill and the Gild e d C liqu<. . Y 332-Bull'alo Bill and the Mad Mara ud er. 5 412-Bull'a lo Bill and the R e d Feathe r s .. 5 488-Bull'alo Bill and P erdita R e ,es. . . :i 333-Bull'alo Bill's Icc Barricade . . . . 5 413-Bull'alo Bill's King Stro k e . ...... .. 5 480-Bull'alo Blll and the B oome ,:s. . . :; 334-Bull'alo Bill and the Robber Elk .... 5 414-Bull'alo Bill. the D esert C y clone .. ... 5 400Bull' n l o Blll Calls a H alt ........ f" . :; 335-Bull'alo Bill's Ghost Dance .... ...... ::; 415-Buffa lo Bill's Cumbres S couts ....... 5 4ll2 Bull'alo Bill's 0. K ................ ;; 336--Bull'alo Bill's Peace-pipe ............ 5 416-Buffalo Bill and the Manw olf. .' . 5 4 0 3 Buffalo Blll at Caii o n Di a bl o ... .... :; 337-Buffalo Bill' s R e d N e m esis .......... 5 417Bull' alo Bill and I :l!a Winge d P ard ... 5 4!14-Bulfalo Bill's rmns fe r . . .... : .... ;j 33S-Buffalo Bill's Enchanted Mesa .. ... 5 418-Bull'alo Bill at Baby l o n Bar .. ... ... 5 405Buff a lo B!ll and the R e d llo s < llunt-339--Buffalo Bill in the Desert of Death .. 5 419-Bull'alo Bill's Long Arm ..... . .... ..5 c r s ............. ... .......... :; 340--Buffalo Bill's Pay Streak .......... 5 4 21-Bull'a lo Bill's Stee l Arm Pard .... . 5 496Bull' a lo B!ll's Dange r o u s Du t y . . . :; 341-Buffalo Bill on Detache d Duty ..... 5 422-Bull'a lo Bill's Aztec Guid e ....... ... 5 407-Buffalo Bill and the C hi e f' s D a u;.(ht < r 342--Bull'alo B!ll's Arm Myste r y .... ..... 5 423-Buffalo Bill and Little Firefly ...... 5 40 Buff a lo Bill at T!nnja W ells ........ :; 343-Buffalo Bill' s Surprise Party . ..... 5 424-Buffalo Bill in the A lite(' City . ..... 5 490Buff a lo Bill and t h e i\Ie n o f M!'nd on. ;; 344--Buffalo Bill' s Great Ride ........... 5 425-Bull'alo Bill's Balloon ...... 5 500Buffalo B!ll a t Rainbow's Enrl ..... 345-Bull'alo Bill's Wate r '!'rail ........ :; 4 26-Bull'a lo Bill and the Guerrillas ... ... 5 501 Buff a lo Bill and the Russi a n I' l o t . 3 4 6----Bull'alo B!IJ s Ordeal of ..... . li 427-Buffalo Bill's Borde r War ... ....... 5 502-Buffa lo Bill's R e d Tria ng-l e ........ 34S-Bull'alo Bill's Caske t of P earls ..... 5 428-Buffalo Bill's 1\fc x! cau Mix -up ..... .. 5 503-Bull'alo Bill's R oyal Flus h ......... 349-Bull'alo B!ll's Sky Pilot ........ . . 5 429Bull'alo Bill and the Uam ecoc k ...... 5 504Buffalo Rill's Tra mp P ard ........ . 350--Bull'alo B!ll's "Tote m ........... . 5 430-Buffalo Bill and the Raide r s 5 50li-Buff n lo Bill on the Uppe r Missotlli .. :; 351-Buffalo Bill' s Flat-boat Drift. ..... 5 431-Buffa lo Bill' s Whirlwind Finis h ..... 5 506Bull' a l o Bill's Crow S c outs ......... :; 352-Bull'alo B!ll on Deck . ............ 5 4 32-Bull'alo Bill's S anta l "e ..... 5 507Bufl'nlo B!lJ' s Opium Case .......... :; 353-Buffalo Bill and the Bronr h o Bus t e r li 4 33-Buffalo Bill and the Taos Ttrro r .. .. 5 50S-Buff a lo Bill's Witc h craft. . . . . . :> 354-Buffalo B!ll's Great Round-up .... ... 5 4 34-Bulfalo Bill's Brace l e t o f G o ld ...... 5 500Ruffalo Bill's M ountain P ol's . . . . :; 355-Bull'alo B!ll's Pledge . ........... 5 4 35-Buffalo Bill and the Borde r Baro n .. 5 510Buffalo Bill's Battle Cry .......... :; 356--Buffalo Bill' s Cowboy Pard. .... ... 5 436-Buffalo Bill a t S alt Rier R a n c h .... 5 511-Buffalo Blll's Fight for 'the Right ... r; 357-Bull'alo B!ll and the Emigrants ... 5 437-Bull'a lo Bill's Panhandle Mnnhunt.. 5 512-Butialo Bill's B a rb ec u e ... ......... :; 35S-Bnffalo Bill Among the Pue blo s ..... 5 4 38-Bull'alo Bill at Blo ssom Range ...... 5 513Bull'nlo Bill and the B e d . ;; 359-Buffalo Bill' s Four-foote d P a rd s . . 5 4:19-Bull'alo Bill and Junipe r Joe ...... 5 5 14 Bull'nlo Bill and the Apac h e Kit! . . :; 360--Bull'alo Bill's ......... ... .. 5 4 40-Buffnlo Bill' s Final S co op .... . .... 5 515-Bull'alo Bill, !i t the Coppe r B arrie r s :; 362--Buffalo Bill's Pick-up ... .......... 5 441-Buffalo Bill at ....... ... 5 516-Buffalo B!ll s Pacific ...... . ri 363-Buffalo Bill's Quest . . ..... : .... . 5 442-ButfaJo Bill's Winning nnnd ....... 5 517BntTalo Bill and Chie f tln w k(' hf'<' .... ;) 364--Buffalo B!ll's Waif of the Plains .... 5 443-Bull'alo Bill' s C in c h C l a im .......... 5 518-Buffalo Bill and the Indinn Girl .... :; 366-Buffalo B!ll Among the l\lormons .... 5 444-Bull'alo Bin's Comrades ............ 5 510-Buffalo Bill A c ross Ri o G r a n de . 5 367-Bull'alo Bill's A s si stance ...... ..... 5 445-Buffalo Bill in the Bnd Lands ....... 5 520Bull'alo Bill and the Headless 368-Buffalo Bill's Rattlesnake Trail ..... 5 446-Buffalo Bill and the R o y ..... 5 man . . . . . . . . . . . . . :. 369-Buffalo B!ll and the S lave -d eale r s . 5 447-Bull'alo Bill and the H eathe n Chinee 5 521-Bull'alo Bill's C lean Sw0e p .... .... 5 370--Bnll'alo B!JJ's Strong Arm ..... . . 5 448-Buffal o Blll and the Chink War ..... 5 522-Buffa lo Bill's Handful of P earls ... ;; 371-Buffalo Bill's Girl Pard ............ 5 449-Bull'alo Bill' s Chin ese ChasP ... ..... 5 523-Bull'alo Blll's Pue blo Foes ........ :; 3 72-Buffalo Bill's Iron Brace l e t s ...... 5 450-Buffalo BiH' s S ec r('t lfc s snge .. ... . 5 524-Bnlfalo Bl11's Taos Tote m .... ...... r: 374--Buffalo BUJ's Jade Amulet. . . .... 5 451-Buffalo BiiJ and the Horde of 525-Buffalo Bill and the Pawnee Pro plwt :; 375-Bull'alo Bill's Magic Lariat ........ 5 m os a ............. ........... 5 526--Bull'a lo Bill and Old W ande r o o ...... :; 3 3 7 77S-BBuuffll'aalo0 BB!i1 1 1 J:s6 BBro!wdgee. . . . ... 5 452--But'l'alo Bill's Loneso m e Trull. ...... fi 527Bull'alo B!ll's M erry War. . . . . :, 3 79--Buffalo B!JJ s . . . . . g .' .'.'.' .': : : : : : 5 mn : : : : : : 5 SilO--Buffalo Bill' s Mine ............ .... 5 455-Buffalo Bill's Firs t Aid ....... ..... g 530-Bull'alo B!IJ' s Trail of Death ...... 3 81-Buffalo Bill's Cl ean-up ..... ....... 5 456-Bull'alo Bill and Old Moonli ght ... .. 5 531-Buffalo Bill at C!maroon )3ar ....... !) 382-Buffalo Bill's Ruse ............. .... 5 457-Bull'alo Bill R epaid. . . . . . . . fi Blll and the Sluice R o bb er. . 5 883-Bu flalo Bill Ov erboard .... . . ..... 5 458-ButTalo Bill's !:'hrowbn c k . ........ n 533-Butl'alo Bill on Los t RivC'r . . . . . 5 384-Buffalo Bill's Ring .. ...... ........ 5 459-Buffalo Bill's "Sight Unseen" ....... !) 534-Butralo Bill's Thunderbolt. . . . . ri 385-Bu ll'alo B!JJ's Big Contrac t .... ... .. 5 460-Buffalo B!ll's N e w Pard ............ 5 535-Buffalo B!ll' s Sioux Circ u s ........ . !I 886--Buffalo B!IJ and Calamity Jane ..... 5 461-Buffalo Bill' s "Winge d Vi ctory" ..... 5 536-Bull'alo Bill's Sioux Tackl e ......... :; 387-Buflalo Bill's Kid Pard ........ .... 5 462-Butralo Bi11's Pie c es -ofe ig-ht ....... 5 537-Buffalo Bill and the Talking Statue . !l 38S-Bull'alo Bill's D espe r a t e Plight ...... 5 463-Buffalo Bill and the Eight Vaqu eros. 11 5:18-Bull'alo Bill' s M edic in e Trail ... . . ;; 889-Buffalo Bill's Fearle s$ Stand ........ 5 464-Buffnlo Bill' s Unluc ky Si esta ....... 5 5:l9-Buffnlo Bill and the Knife Wizard . fi 390--Buffalo BUI and the Y elping Cre w . 5 465-Buffalo Bill's Apache C lue .... ..... 5 540-Bull'alo B!ll and the R e d B edouins .. !I Guiding Hand . ... . 5 466-Bull'alo Bill and the A oache Totem .. 5 541-But'l'alo B!ll and the Prairie Cor sairs u alo B!JJ s Queer Quest. ..... .... 5 467-Bull'alo B ill's Gold e n Wonder ....... 5 542-Bull'alo B!ll's S carle t Pic k -up . . . 898--Buffalo B!JJ's Prize "Ge t -awav" ..... 5 468 Ruffalo Bill's Fiesta Night 5 543-Buffalo Bill' s M entnl Mnglc ......... ; 894--Buffal o Bill' s Hurricane Hustle .... 5 Bill and the Hatchet Boys:: 5 !144-Bnffalo B!ll and the Lost Indian .. .. !j 391>-Buffalo B!IJ's Star Play ...... . .... 5 470-Bull'al o Bill and the Mining Shark . 5 1145-Bull'alo Bill's Conquest ..... ...... 396--Buffalo B!ll's Blutl' ... ............. 5 471-Buffal o B!ll and the Cattle Barons .. :; 546-Buffalo B!ll's Waif of the W est. .. 3 9 7-Buffalo Bill's Trackers ........ .. .. 5 472-Bull'alo Rill's Long Odds .... ...... II 547-Buffalo Blll's Juggle With F a t e ... 39S-Bull'alo Bill's Dutch Pard. . . . . 5 473-Buffalo Bill. the P eacemake r ....... 5 548-Buffalo Bill and the Basilis k . ... 399--Buffalo Bill and the Bravo ......... 5 474--Bull'al o Bl11' s Promise to Pav ..... . 5 549-Bull'alo Bill and the Klnn of K a n .. 1 400--Bull'alo B!ll and the Quaker. . . . 5 475-Buffa lo Bill's Diamond Hitc h ... .... 5 !\!10Bull'alo Bill and the Sorce ress .... 401Bull'alo B!ll's Package of D eath ..... 5 476-Buffal o Bill and the Whee t of Fate 5 551 -Buffalo Bill In the Ute ... -you want any b a c k num ber s of our weeklies and cannot procnre them from your newsdealer, they can be obtained db?' Item tl'lis office. Po sta ge -stam p s t aken the same as m o ney. STREET. &: SMITH, PUBLISHERS, 79 SEVENTH AVENUE, NEW YORK Cl