Buffalo Bill's death trap, or, Pawnee Bill and the Comanche captive

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NEWYORK,AUG. 24, t 91Z The crack of a rifle in the hut reached the ears of the approaching scoute. At the same instant the Comanche tumbled from the horse. but the captive unhurt,_ -.


A WEEKLY PUBLICATIO fVOTED TO BORDER U E Issued Wtekly_. Entered as Second-cla s s Matte r at tlze N ew York Post Offi ce, b y STREET & SMITH, 79-89 Seventh Ave., NtW York. Copyrig/Jt, 1912, by STREET & SMITH. 0 G. S m itlz and G. C. Proprie t ors. TERMS TO BUFFALO BILL STORIES MAIL SUBSCRIBERS. ( Po t aye .Free. ) Single Copies or Back Nunibers, Sc. Each. 3 month s ....... c .................... 65c Ono year...... .... ... ......... $2.50 4 niontbs. ........................... 85c. 2 copi es one year....... .... ..... 4.00 6 months. ................. ......... $1.21i 1 co py' two years .... ............ .... 1 .00 How to Send Money-By po s t-office or express money order, registered letter. bank c heck or draft, at our ris k At your own risk If sent by currency, coin. or po st.-.ge stamps lo ordlnary letter. Receipts-Receipt of your remittance Is acknowledged by proper chauie o f num be r on y our label. If.not correct you not been properly credlted, a n d s h o u l d l e t u s know at once. No. 589. NEW YORK, August 24, 1912. Price Five C.ents. BUFFALO BILL'S DEATH TRAP; Or, PAWNEE BILL AND THE COMANCHE CAPTIVE . By the author of "BUFFALO BILL." CHAPTER I. THE BELEAGUERED CABIN. The night had been a re s tless one for both Buffalo and Red Plume, his Pawnee friend and hi s partner m many a peril and victory with the ho s tiles." For more than a month a fever of unrest seemed to be sweeping over the variou s Indian tribes whether orr reservation s or off along the whole frontier line that extended at that time from the Black Hill s of the North to the turbid water s of the Rio Grande in the far South west. The ever warlike Sioux s eemed to be inspired with a renewed hatred of the paleface interlopers in the vast territories of Dakota and Montana. The Cheyennes and their kindred tribe the Arapahoes, were reported a s raiding in Wyoming and south-ward. In Arizona the Apaches appeared to be trying to ex terminate the white settlers throughout the territory. In northwestern Tex as it was the Comanches-those princely hor s emen and in many respect s the able s t warriors that the Indian race could muster. For some time the Comanches had been "getting civ ilized." In their case this did not imply that they were showing their ability to drink as much whi s ky as the whites who were held up as examples for them to follow. As tribe the Comanches would not drink liquors of any kind. This made them more careful plotters against their enemies when they s tarted on the warpath. Then, they were well s upplied with firearms of aJate pattern, and only a very few of the most famous of the lll'hite scouts were better marksmen than they. These few words of explanation are nece s sary to show the background of the s tory we are about to tell. Then, any truthful details about the redskin race s are worth knowing. Cody and the Pawnee chief had had a harass ing day of it. They were told at the start that there were not more than a dozen Comanches in the party which they under took to run down. But once 4they got to where they could read the trail with their own eyes they knew that the number of the enemy had been under s tated. Buffalo Bill s et the probable number at twenty-five; Red Plume s estimate wa s higher yet. In either case, they were too many for two men to pursue, ineet in battle or try to bluff. You jus t can t bluff a Comanche and that's .all there is to it, was the de c ision of Buffalo Bill. Red Plume nodded his as$ent. "Comanche heap coward, jes' same," the redskin pard asserted with his natural prejudice against a tribe wh(ch his tribe hated. "That' s easy to say," smiled the great s cout, who was prejudiced against none, becau s e he knew them all. Comanche ride round, round, hide behind horse, heap not dare show himself." "Pretty good scheme, where there are no trees to hide behind, I reckon," argued Buffalo Bill. "Ugh!" The grunt, which was Red Plume's usual wind-up when he could think of nothing more to say on his side of the question, ended the discussion of the merits of the Comanche Indian as an adversary.


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. But it did not end the Comanche Indians. And Buf falo Billi with Red Plume, followed that trail over a cor ner of the Staked Plain, through mesquite, chaparral, and the river timber along a slender tributary of the Rio Pecos, all in Texas. . On the slender tributary just mentioned-the name of which the scout did not know, and which the writer, therefore, cannot positively state-they had camped for the night after the first day's weary journey. It was a starry night, with no moon. The Indian pard slept the first half of the night, and was awakened by Buffalo Bill a little after midnight. Then Red Plume stood guard, and the white scout tried to sleep. But he could not. Why, in the first part of his turn, he did not know, for nothing occurred to disturb him beyond the husky quarreling of and prairies wolves over some carrion which they had found in the of the timber. Once the scout fell into a doze, but he awoke from it with a start, and his heart was beating just a s it used to when he was a youngster, and he dreamed of hiding under a bed from ust as mos t youngsters have dreamed. Yet in the present case there wa s no d ream-hothing like a nightmare. He lay in a comfortable position. There was no reason to expect a surprise attack from the enemy. But Buffalo Bill could not even catch a after that, and he lay and watched the stars creeping down t6ward the western horizon, where they soon faded and died before the glory of sunrise. The n he sprang up. Red Plume was already prepar ing their breakfast a small, smokeless fire, which he was especially skillful in making. A throbbing sound just then agitated the air, "Shooting!" exclaimed the scout He sprang to the edge of the timber and gazed bac k over the plain which they had crossed the night before. Not a living object in sight. Then the firing abruptly ceased. The atmosphere was in that condition, with the trees in the way to interrupt the sound', waves, that the firing had seemed to proceed ffom a direction exactly opposite the place from which it came. "We've got to cross the creek and get out of the timber belt on that side before we can make out any thing," said the scout. Like the best of doctors, and others who make a succe s s of what they undertake, Colonel Cody made it a point to eat when hewas hungry or needed food no matter what might be pressing at the time. But they made short work of the job, and the little fire was trampled out, saddles and bridles were flung on, and then almost without speaking they went to l o ok for a place to ford the stream. The water was not high, and the ford was easy to find. Once across, they were soon through the belt of timber. Beyond stretched the Texas plain again a gradual downward slope, and covered with mes quite (locally pro nounced "mes-keety") and other dwarfish shrubs and the coarse grasses of that region. At first the eye of Buffalo Bill saw neither life nor movement on that vast plain. But reason was that he scanned too distant a range. \i\Tithin a shorter eye shot squatted a cabin, built of logs. It was a little box of a hut, and the timber for it must have l)een hauled from the growth that fringed the creek wl1ich our friends had just crossed. Around that cabin completely encircling it, were fully thirty mounted Comanche s Some of these galloped their horses back and forth, occasionally gesticulating signals to the warriors at the opposite side of the ring. The cabin was about two miles distant. The air was so clear that every object was distinctly visible to the white and red scouts who were observing the cabin and its besiegers. "That is the crew of Comanches that we have been tracking, Red Plume," said Buffalo Bill, breaking the s ilence. The other n o dded, but for a did not speak. When he did so it was to ask: "\ Vhere prisoner?" "I don t see any signs of there being one." "Me, too. D a t queer, heap queer. Dem tell you only twelve Comanche, dere thirty. Me count 'em. Dem tell you they have white pri s oner, tie on horse. Me see no white prisoner dere. Heap queer." Red Plume had been d o ubtful ab o ut the expedition on which they had started out from the beg'inning. Buffalo Bill, however, was not one to be easily fooled into starting on a "wild-goo s e cha s e," and yet he had not seemed to doubt the genuinenes s of the commi ssion which had been him, with the help of hi s Pawnee pard, to execute. "At thi s dis tan c e we wouldn t see the prisoner if they had taken him off the horse," said the scout. "Where horse den? Dem not hide hor s e heap might y easy." . "That's so, Red Plume, ancf it is all a my s tery. Still I reckon they have a captive, and the settlers told u s true about that part of the bu s iness. But I reckon they s et the number of the Comanches that had the cap tive lower than it really was because they were afraid I might ask some of them to join in the pursuit. And they didn't hanker after. the sport ." was the doubting comment from Red Plume. When a redskin doubts a thing it takes all creation to convince him that he i s mistaken. But then, there are palefaces who are equally hard to convince of error. "If those f e llows were of any tribe but Comanches, we would ride clown on them and drive them away with some fa s t shooting But they have long-range rifles, and they won't be bluffed. It is trategy rather than an open fight that is called for in this case." Of course, the judgment of Buffalo Bill in thi s ca s e as in most others where he did not agree with Red Plume, was the nearer right. -The Pawnee professed so much contempt for the fighting abilities of the warriors of other tribes that he would never own that the odds were too great" for making an attack. Possibly he w o uld have been more cautious had he not been perfectly certain that Cody would block any piece of reckle s sness that he might propose. "The question is," added the scout "what have they inside of that cabin that they're so careful to keep away from it, although they seem to hate to give it up?" Another grunt wa s all the sugge s tion that Red Plu!ne had to offer. At that moment, however, several


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 3 of the Indians rode clo se r to the cabin, discharging their rifles at the same time. The rep orts reached the ears of Buffalo Bill and Reel Plume with a dull, thudding vibration of the air, as had been t!1e case when their attention had first been called to the attack on the lonely cabin. Instantly a puff o f s moke spouted from the side of the hut-through a l oop hole probably. And one of the Comanches, who was at the moment scurrying away from the cabin, fit\ng up his arms and fell from the saddle. An exclamation came from the lip s of both Cody and the Pawnee at the same time. "A sp lendid shot, was that! muttered Buffalo Bill. "Heap good!" agreed Red Plume. "That wakes up my intere st and curiosity at a big rate. No ordinary settler would be likely to have a gun to carry that far, nor the eye to train it on the mark if he had the gun." Could Buffalo Bill have known who was within the log walls of the beleaguered cabin at that moment, it is doubtful if any considerations of prudence could have restrained him from making a dash to drive away the foe. For the defender, whose single shot picked. a Co manche so neatly out of the saddle, was a scout and Indian fighter whose name was second only to that of Cody himself. The unseen marksman was Pawnee Bill. CHAPTER II. A GHOSTLY FIND. On the very day that Buffalo Bill and Red Plume st arted in pursuit of the Comanches who were said to have a white captive with them, Pawnee Bill was racing for a point on the Rio Pecos, bent upon getting there ahead of certain marauding bands of Coma nche s whom he knew were scouring the plains for mischief. It was a long, hard ride that he had before him and, 1 with his usual headlong put-her-through-or-die style of traveling, he smashed his horse over the trackless plains at a pace which would have been cruel had the animal not s eemed as anxious as the rider was to get over the ground. But both the hor se and rider were too ambitious. The animal seemed to absorb something of his rider's reckless spirit, for he s hoved a foot into a gopher hole and went lame to pay for it. It was the start of a string of bad luck for Pawnee Bill. Be reached the tributary of the Pecos, where Cody and his Pawnee pard encamped seve ral hours ahead of them. He struck the creek at a different point. As it happened, he had not crossed the trail of the war party of Comanche s whom Buffalo Bill was folJcowing. t Consequently he did not know that the Indians were in the vicinity until he found out in a most emphatic manner. He halted at the creek and dismounted long enough to let his horse drink and breathe with a free back. Then he leaped to the saddle again and pushed Mn through the creek. The opposite bank was l ow and s helving, although it looked to be all right. The horse made a leap to get out of the water, which I was rather deep in that spot for fording. He got a foothold, sprang clear, and then, when hi s hind feet dug into the bank, a big chunk of it gave way. Back went the horse, landing in the creek on his back. Pawnee Bill knew how to get off ..a horse in a hurry. That' was the piece of experience which he put into use at that interesting moment. There was no time to make calculations, and it took wild guessing to land any where except in the creek with the horse on top of him. His spring carried him clear of the water, but when he landed, it was with one foot on the trunk of a small fallen tree. The nervy scout closed hi s teeth with a click to keep back an exclamation of pain. "Leg broke!" he grunted, and settled down on the ground to think it over and get used to the grinding hurt. But when he came to think of it he had once broken a leg and it didn t feel like this. The break was a numb, di!'mal feeling that \Vent clear up to the back of his neck. This was the keener, more excruciating pain of joirtt and tendons. He reached down and rubbed hi s hand over his ankle, where the ache was hardest, and that time he hardly kept back a yell, the pain was so intense. "It isn't a break; it's an infernal sprain!" be decided. The discovery was not much more encouraging. The horse was floundering to the shore by this time ; but Pawnee Bill remembered that the beast was lamed, and so used up for speed for one trip, at best. "Oh, the luck!" he groaned. But it couldn't hold down such a man as Pawnee Bill. He crawled down to the water's edge, peeled off boot and legging and took a squint at the fast-swe)ling ankle. "It's a sprain," he repeated "That will hurt and lay me up for a bit, likely. But it won't take so long to mend as a break. "If I can only manage to climb onto that wet saddle again and the horse can amble a few -miles farther, things won't turn out so bad, maybe. "Here goes for treatment with Adam's liniment. Cheap, pure, plenty of it. Thunderation How it hurts!" He scooped .up "Adam's liniment" from the creek with his hand, and rubbed the fluid gently on the swelling limb. It was water cure, pure and simple, and if it did not cure, it at least soothed. When the pain got down so he could bear it he cut a stout cane and stood up. He hobbled out to where his horse was feeding, and after some difficulty got into the saddle. It was a poor pace that he was obliged to content himself with; but he rnad

4 TJ-IE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. clef catccl the111 111 buth i11 the upeu and in the bqsh. L:ut he could not do that thing qow, as they observed at the (irst glance. They utterecl yells of exul talion-they set their horses i11to a racing run-they swung their half-qaked bodies to a1Jd fro in a reckless abandon of delight at the thought of runping c\ow11 and forever blotting OJ.lt Pawnee Bill. Pawnee Bill gritted his teeth and clasped his rifle the tighter. He on the probable of the redskins it would be possible for him to dr6p fro111 their saddles before they should get close enough to drop him . BLJt it was t1ncertain reckoni11g, he knew that. His ankle felt as if it was being twi tee! in a vise. It was ag<111y to sit in the saddle with that sprain J_jt11ling at his ni:::rves. Just then he caught sight of the lonely log hut out among the n1esquite. And he kiclm:l at his horse's flank with his \vell foot. The ani111al responded with quite a spurt of speed, and Pawnee Bill could see the log hut creeping closer. "If I can get in there I'll make a lot of that crew sick before they get very close to me," was the muttered rdlectipn of the plainsma11. It soon beep.me certiiin that he would reach the cabin before they shpulcl reduce the distance sei:ip.rating them enough to make their shooting da11gerous to tne fugitive. He did not think anything aboqt the possible character of the inmates of the cabin. or whether there were any. His only thought then was of getting to any kind of cover. The. Comanches began to pop 11t him without slackening their pfi.ce. But the distance \yas so that he knew there was little danger. The shots did not all go so very far out of the way, however, and he was glad enough to pull up before tne capin. He looked to see if there was any possip\e shelter for his horse. But there was none. Then he dismounted and piiinf).llly Jiqbbled to the door. He knocked heavily, and then tried the door without wajti11g fpr a response. It was a situation in which he could not afford to sta11d on ceremony. The door S)VLIJ1g open on creaking hinges. As he went in he peca111e certain that the cabin had no livi11g inmates. And yet he was thrilled by strange impression which he could not have explained, and which was not quite comfortable. By this time it ,.:ras getti1\g close to sunset-just abo4t the time that Buffalo Bill and Red Plume were nearing the creek where he had met with his mishap: He closed the cabin door and looked for means by which it might be made fast. He ;was ple ased to find bar or brace, whicl;i. he lost no time iu m pos1tton . He had stripped off his saddle, the blankets, and other. a r t i cles which' he a l vays carrif;!d on a journey, and dragged them into the cabin, which he found was provided with loopholes on each of the four sides. The cabin lfad a\so two small windows placed with the bottoms on a level with the face of a man of mediup1 height w hen standing. It con t ained some plain furnishings, such as one might expect to find in a prairie cabin of. such outward pre t!lnsions. There were but two small roo111s on the grqun

THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 5 And if I lie out of range of the ioophole s the y r;:an 't get a glimp s e of me, even if they creep up to the cabin while I am a s leep." Up01i this deci s ion Pawnee Bill lay down and was s oon in a dreamles s sleep. Meanwhile Buffalo Bill and Red Plume whom we l eft as they were observing the maneuver s of the Co manches ; noticed that they were growing bolder in their to the cabin they had been they firs t ghmpsed the Indian s m the act of begmnmg the atta c k. They kept riding round and round the cabin and occa s ionally one would s end a carefully aimed s hot at one o f the window s . But none of them could have been eff e ctive through the thi c k wall s And for a time the inmate did not again fire back at th e m A t la s t, ho w ever another puff of moke darted from a loophole and C o dy and the P awnee s aw a se c ond Co man c he reel in his s addle, and then plunge earthward. 'That is p e rfect s h o oting! exclaimed the s cout. "It s hows that the one ins ide i s a dead shot. But he i s putting up a s l o w fight ju s t as if he wa s willing to s tay there all day if he could have a chance now and then to drop a redskin out of the s addle. "It look s almost like a bit of vengeance play. Anrl yet-well, I don't believe it is "Ugh i came suddenly fro m Red Plume. "Look!" B uffalo Bill s aw already what attracted the attention o f his companion. Far out on the prairie be y ond the l o ne cabin two or three of the red ski11s were in a little knot. Presently they seemed to be helping s omething to ri s e from the ground The explanation was soon made clear. From the mi ds t of the s hrubby mesquite a h o r s e ro s e from what mu s t have be e n a perfectly h oriz ontal po sit i o n. Then a human figure was lifted from amld the s hrubbery and pla ced on the hor se. "There's their pri s oner after all!" e x claimed Buffalo Bill. Ye s," nodded Red Plume. 1'That pri s oner. They g o in' do something It might have been s uspectecl that it wcis th e ir inten tion to abandon the attempt to kill or capture the in mate of the cabin. Yet not for a moment did C o d y believe that such was their purpo se. He s u s pected, in s tead, that the sa v ages were about t o u s e their captive in some sort of a stratagem for the de s tru c tion of the deadly mark s man in the cabin. Thi s decided the s cout on the next move in hi s side of the game. He knew, without a s king, that Red Plume woqld s tand by his judgment. "The one ins ide that cabin i s playing a nervy lone hand said Cod y "and if h e knew we w e re out here l o oking on, he w o uld call for an assi s t, so as to euchre the oth13r side It is for its to throw what trumps we have into hi s hand and to do it now Red Flume had played man y a card game with his white pard, and he appreciated the figurative terms to their full value. "Ugh!" he grunted. "Dem Comanche hold heap low trump: right, lt:!ft bower, joker on our side We wax 'em." Their horses were fresh after a long night's rest flad had plenty of feed and water. The two scouts-the white and the red-mounted un der cover of the timber. The y saw that s addle girth and weap o n s were ready for a s wift dash and hot s hooting. talked a s if it wa s s imple euchre that we were going to play," muttered Bi1ffalo Bill. "But it is a ca s e when we've got to work a regular poker bluff. It i s where deuces will have to 'be played s o a s to beat ace s ." Red Plume made no teply to thi s He had an idea that Comanche s could never hold anything better than low trumps, and that their only s how wa s in the num ber that the y c o uld pla y That was just a s treak of natural race prejudice, and the Pawnee chi e f was full of it. Now for it-like a streak!" Cody gave the word and the two h o r s e s s hot out on the plain neck-and-neck. Both of the horses had been the property of Buffalo Bill, and one had been given by him to Red :r:'lume, for the moment might come while they were together when they would need animals that could match each other in speed and endurance. They were thus equipped in the present case. And from the ins tant that they shot out from the shelter of the timber it became a mad race to see which should get within range of the Comanches ahead of the other. Their sped increased a s the s teeds warmed to the race. The horses seemed to enter into the spirit of it, as if it were a handicap, and there were hurdles ahead to be leaped over or a fence to s ma s h through. The Comanche s are great horsemen ; but if they ever had any clo s e rival s among the Indian race they were numbered among the Pawne es 1 Red Plume believed there wa s no one in the world like Buffalo Bill. He tried to s hoot like him and to ride a s ea s ily as he. The red chief succeeded a s well as any man ever did. The plain a s ha s been s tated wa s a gradual down ward s l ope, and that favored the wind of the racers. It was a s hort h eat at that, and they ate up the distance at a dizzy clip. A fourth of it was befor e the Comanches s a w them even. Meanwhile the redskin s had not been idle, although, a t the rate they were m o ving BuffCllo Bil1. and the Paw n e e cot1ld 11ot keep track o f the manetJver s of their enemie s They only s aw that the hor s e pon which they hserved was qn a line with hi s prediction that they would re s ort to a ruse t o gain Fill advantage o ver the mark s man in the hut. After leading the hor s e pearing the CFtptive to within ab oqt five ht111drr;:d yards of the capin, the anirpal wa s h a lt ed, apd the Indian at its head suddenly ran back and lea ped on the hor st:! back of the pri s oner. Then, caref4lly his own body pe}lind the per s on of the captive, tlfe apprqached the cq.bin at a b o lder and fa s ter pace. "That's the tri c k ,' thought the scout. "Yet, if I were in that cabin I reckon I c o uld .flqd room tb plant a bul let in that red s kin without the prisoner, though it would be a rather close mark. The prisoner wouldn't have to worry as long as he didn't know the shot was coming." \ a By this time there was a decided commotion among the Comanches. They saw Buffalo Bill and Red Plume riding down upon them with just a s much confidence as


,I 6 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. though they were backed by a company of government tro o ps. Some of the 1;.ed s kins glanced back in the direction of the timber belt, expecting to see a company of sol diers come clanking out from among the shadows. But as they gazed and saw no signs of the red and white scouts having backer the Comanches regained their confidence and turned to support the one of their number who was attempting to beat the inmate of the cabin by strategy. It looked like a sure thing The red s kin, with the prisoner, quickened the pace of his horse when he got to within a hundred yards of the cabin. Then he dug his heel s into the horse 's sides, slapped the animal's neck and dashed ahead like mad. Buffalo Bill was almost within range but the distance was too great to allow him to try a shot, although the figure of the Indian was presented better to his view than it could have been to the eye of the inmate of the besieged cabin. Closer came the Comanche with the form of his pris oner in front.of him. That prisoner the scout could now s ee was a woman. / This in itself wa s enough to make the one in the hut the more reluctant to hazard a shot at the enemy. "That redskin will get so close that the one inside can't shoot in a minute more," exclaimed Buffalo Bill. "Look!" came from Red Plume. A jet of s moke and flame had again s purted from the loophole of the cabin. The crack of the in the hut and a death yell from the Comanche chimed in with a of terror from the captive, the sounds all reaching the ears of the approaching scouts at the same instant. The Comanche tumbled over backward. But the captive was unhurt! "Good !-jes' like White Buffalo!" exclaimed Red Plume. CHAPTER IV. THE FUGITIVE. The Comanches, hearing the shot from the cabin and seeing their comrade, who had boldly sought al o ne to obtain the advantage which they could not obtain to gether, fall from the horse of the captive, were made wild with rage. / At the same time they could see that Buffalo Bill and Red Plume were bound to ride down upon them, and there :were some among the Indians who recognized Buffalo Bill, the border king. A moment before they had been sure of everything, as they supposed. Now they would have to fight to hold what they had, and against the greatest dead shot they had ever seen, and that was not all. Their captive was alon.e on the horse and fully a hundred yards distant from the nearest of her captors. If she were bound hand and foot, it is true, she would have no means of guiding her horse. But the latter was headed toward the cabin, and the report of the rifle, with the sense of having lo s t a part of his burden, excited the animal into a gallop. The prisoner, therefore, was being borne directly t o ward the cabin, and away from her foes. The air was filled with their hideous y efls. They: pushed their ponies into a wild and reckle ss dash to cut off the flight of the captive. The latter, realizing that there wa s a chance, however faint, for her to escape, seeme d to be urging her horse to a better pace with her v o ice, which }'Vas all the means she could command. By this time Buffalo Bill wa s near enough to open fire, although the range was a long one. The fir s t shot was not thrown away, althourJi the red s kin who was bitten was only wounded by it. It was enough to throw him out of the race, however, and it told his comrades what they had to expect. Red Plume, ambitious to emulate the great s cout, made a try with his rifle. It missed the chosen mark, but it nipped the horse ins tead of the rider, so that, for a little the latter was carried out o f the line on account of his horse being uncontrolable. Then Pawnee Bill ; from within the cabin, blocked the life game of another Comanche with one of his won derful, shot s And it began to look as though numbers did not count for everything in a fight on the open prairie. But Comanches are not the sort to frighten easil y They s aw that they were in the game for keeps-to run away would not protect them from the marksman s hip of their enemie s while it would in sure the escape of their captive and, for some rea s on the prospect of los ing their pri s oner seemed to make them wild. The next moment their b o die s s lid from sight behind the s h o ulders of their hor s es, after the fashion which Red Plume had spoken so contemptuou s ly. And, with their rifles aimed at Buffalo Bill and Red Plume, they began a return fire, which was to make the game a two-sided one. ;By this time amid all the hurry of incidents around her, the Comanche captive reached a point quite close to the cabin At the same moment the door of the hut was thrown open and Pawnee Bill appeared at the opening. Leaning upon a stick, he hobbled over the thresh o ld and tried to head off the hor s e of the captive. This way, mis s if you can only manage to guide the horse!" he called to h er. Yes, yes !-if I only might," came back in a voice that thrilled with the hope of escape. "Holy powers!" exclaimed Buffalo Bill, as he ob tained a glimpse of the one in the d o orwa y of the cabin. "It is Pawnee Bill-and that wa s hi s shooting that made the Comanches fight so sh y The border king tried to spur hi s h o r s e to a better clip -to a final burst that should win the goal when it neeqed winning as it had mt before fo r many a day But a horse can only do his be s t, and that was being done and a noble best it was. The bullets from the Comanche s began to whistle and ._,. hiss in the ears of Cody and his P awnee pard. It was a moment when the Indian nature would have prompted the latter to seek shelter of some sort. Red Plume had courage enough; he was not afraid of death or of pain. But he had never been trained to overc ome the nature inherited from hi s ance s t o rs, every man of wh o m had fought from behind a tree or a rock. Here there were no trees or rock s and the great White Buffalo, the paleface chief, who, in Red Plume' s e y es, was the brave s t hunter in the world seemed not


... THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 7 to mind the sputterin g rifles of his foes or the sibilant hiss of the lead that was being thrown at and about t It was being in open battle, that is just what it was, and no man reel or white, can be in that position and feel jus t as he think s he would feel before he had ever been there. But Red Plume did not los e his head. He expected to los e his life, and the thought of that being forfeited to a "cowardly dog" of a Comanche was what was hard. He meant to sell it at a high price. Lying clo s e to the neck of his hor se, he fired fast and well, and he was sure that at lea t two of the Co manches who were left to kick and roll in the prairie gra s with hurts that they would never get over, were his game. With Buffalo Bill it became partly a bu s iness of shoot ing h o r ses With hi s skill it was easy for him to put a s hot through the foot of a Comanche that s howed over the ba c k of hi s s teed. Bu t that merely lamed lhc red s kin and left him to cling to the bridle and probably escape on a s traight runaway. It wa better, in hi s judgment, to kill the horse by a dead shot in the brain, that wa s without to ch of cruelty, and leave the rider without niea1is of escape and a fair mark for another s hot. He did that very thing twice while he was yet a good \vay fro m the cabin. Then, seeing how matters stood w ith the Comanche captive, he decided to change the complexion of thing s in that quarter. While she seemed to be trying to guide the hors e toward the open door of the cabin, where Pawnee Bill st ood ready to give her his protection, the animal veered off and was bearing her a way in a straight line across the prairie. \ The woman-or girl, for none of our friend s had yet ob tained a glimp se of her face s o as to tell whether she were young or old-appeared to be entirely helpless. She was swathed in a blanket and her head and face were almost entirely hidden by a hood. She appeared to be bound to the sQ.ddle. Her hands were out of sight, but a s it seemed likel y that she would not have allowed the horse to run away from the chance of rescue had she been able to grasp the rein, the scouts all a ssu med that they also were bound. Indeed, it was s omewhat surprising, considering the vio lent movements of her horse, that she was not thrown from the saddle. Buffalo Bill saw that the captive was in a fair way of ,1Jeing borne back to where her captors could again surround and prevent her rescue by her friends. There was only one way to stop it. It vould risk giving her a fall from the horse-indeed, fall she must-but he did not hesitate. The animal had to be sacrificed. A single, sure shot found the brain of the captive 's horse and sent steed and rider to the earth. To the s urprise of Buffalo Bill, who fired the shot, and of Pawnee Bill, who was closer to the captive at the moment, the latter fell clear of the horse, and her limbs seemed to be free. She uttered a scream, and in what appeared to be a fit of bewilderment, started to run in a direction which took her away from the shelter of the cabin instead of toward it. "Here, mis s They'll have you again if you go that way!" cried Pawnee Bill. "Oh, what s h all I do?" cried the captive then, and in a voice which was so sweet that they ktiew she must be young Pawnee Bill was one of the most gallant and chival r0tis men living. Buffalo Bill wa s equally so, in a way, but not so apt to forget everything else when there hap pened to be a woman around who needed his aid. In this case Pawnee Bill forgot that he had a padly sprained ankle and set out to hobble out to where the frightened girl seemed bent o n going around in a circle. The pain made him grit his teeth, and yet he got over the ground a! a rate that quickly brought him to the side of the Comanche Even then she appeared to think that he must be one of her late captors, for. she uttered a little scream aml started to run away frOJ11 him. "No, you don't, miss!" exclaimed the scout. And in a flash he ha,d a grip on her arm that she could not throw off if he tried . Timi she looked at him, and said: "I-I thought the Indians had caught nie again!" "Not this time, miss. But they 'll have you sure if you don t 11elp yo\trself over the gro\md a bit, for I can't carry you. "QuiC:k, miss-my ankk-!"prained-hurts pretty tough!" .. Pawnee Bill "Pushed her ahead o f him while he hobbled back to the cabin door. It was '!II done quicker than can be told, and when Pawnee and the girl were close together, the Coman cbes stopped shooting at him. It was plain that they were particular to secure her alive. While P(\wnee Bill was in the doorway, they had not been in a positipn to get a fair shot at him. Therefore he had had a very good show, as compared with that o.f Buffalo Bill and Red Plume who been under fire from the first moment that they came within range of the Comanches' weapons. It sometimes seems that_ men in such a situation bear charmed lives. You may think that men do not go through a storm of bullets, without getting killed or badly hur.t, outside of a storv. But read the accounts of many battles, some of them recent ones in the Philippines, in which a handful of Yankee soldiers have wiped out scores of the enemy with hardly the loss of a man, and been in a storm of lead and other equally dangerous missiles all the while. A clear head, alert judgment, perfect coolness these and kindred qualities win out, and the possessor, like Buffalo Bill and a few others among the world's heroes, are said to bear a "charmed life." To tell of the adventures and victories of such men we need not exaggerate. So, as Pawnee Bill gently pushed the Comanche cap tive ahead of him in the cabin, Buffalo Bill and Red Plume dashed up to the door with hardly a scratch to for the fusillade of the Comanches. The latter, with just eight of their number out of the race for good, and minus the captrve whom they had taken s9 mud{ pains to guard, were beating a retreat out of range of the rifles that never seemed to fail when a mark was chosen The two scouts entered the cabin and closed the door.


.. 3 THE BUFFA'LO BILL STORIES. CHAPTER V. THE COMANCHE CAPTIVE. The moment that Pawnee Bill got inside of the door of the hut he flung himself with a groan .at full length on the blanket where he had laid during the night. The sprain of his ankle was severer than even he had thought, and as yet the tide had not turned toward improvement. In going to the rescue of the fair captive of the Co manches he had momentarily forgotten his hurt, and stepped quite heavily upon the injured limb. "The result was a paroxysm of pain which was far more intense than that he had suffered when the in-jury occurred. -. \ Buffalo Bill sprang to his side, seeing at a glance that his pard's fuce was white as death, and that his forehead was beaded with perspiration. ; "Why, man, what is the matter?" exclaimed the border king. "Sprain; that's all. Gave it an extra twist just novi, and it makes a fuss about it. Give me your flask. I'm faint." The flask was give11, but the scout took only a short pull at it. He closed his eyes and the color began to creep back into his bronzed cheeks. "Mow long have you been here in this s\lape ?" asked Buffalo Bill, when Pawnee Bill again opened his.eyes. "Since last night." "How did you get the hurt?" Pawnee Bill briefly explained, adding a short accou1Jt of the incidents of the night. "That is why those Comanches hung a.round' here so sharp-they thought their chance to wind you up had come at last." "It did look like ft for a while. But what fetches you this way, Cody? And that In jun with you--" "It's Red Plume, my I'awnee pard. He w\11 stand by me and fight hostiles of any tribe as long as one would, save you, Gordon. And he has had a good hand in the little business we've done here this morning." "I like his looks. But-what're we thinking of, old man, to let the young lady stand there without a word of attention?" Pawnee Bill would actually have up onto that tender ;,inkle again had Buffalo Bill not gently forced him to lie down again. The late captive of the Comanches, aft.er entering the protecting walls of the cc>bin, had gone to one of the small -Windows and stood silently looking out across the prairie toward the Indian survivors of the hot, quick battle whi'ch had been fought, mostly, as it appeared, on her account. They were retreating, but at a moderate pace, for they had several wounded to look out for. In truth, of the thirty wa1rrors woo had been on hand at the beginning of t,h' & attack on the cabin, not above fifteen remained in shape to put up anything of a fight. The girl was still closely" wrapped in the blanket, and the queer hood about her head and face would have made many young women look like frights. Not so with this young lady, however. Her bright, dark eyes, fresh and some wisps of. golden hair that stragglea OJer forehead made up a face that no kind of a frame could deprive in its peculiar . beauty. It would have been hard to' read the expression of that face as sJ:ie gazed after her late captors. She certainly did not look as if she had been made to suffer very seriously as yet in her captivity. And Red Plume, who had time to observe her in his sly, furtive way, saw her smile once, as if there had been something amusing about her adventure. Seeing that smile made Red Plume grunt and shrug his shoulders. Having made Pawnee Bill agree to lie still for a while, Buffalo Bill turned his attention to the young lady. "You are out of the c)utches of that party, miss, and you may thank your good streak of luck that you are," said the scout. She faced him, and Cody decided that he had never before looked into just such a pair of eyes. "Do you suppose they would have burned me at the stake?" she asked, with an odd curl of her lips. "No, I reckon they wouldn't have done that." "Made run the gantlet, perhaps?" "Hardly that, either." "Then, why didn't they give me a quick send-off-I mean, why didn't they kill me outright instead of taking the trouble to lug me around?" "The chances are, miss, that they would have assigned you to one of their chiefs for an extra wife. If you had been old and ugly they would have made short work of disposing of you." "I'm glad I wasn t old and ugly, then, for I wasn t ready to be disposed of. But I suppose you expect me to say something nice to you for taking the trouble to rescue me from a terrible fate. So I will say that it was very gallant in you, and also in the dark gentleman who came running after me when his ankle was hurting him so." A slight frown -cros sed the brow of Buffalo Bill. He had a feeling that thi s pretty, saucy-eyed girl wa's making a jest of the part Pawnee Bill had played in sav;ng her from the Comanches. For himself, Cody did not care. But Pawnee Bill was a ma n to throw away his life for anybody who was helple ss and in danger or trouble, and he never counted pain or hunger when he was in the service of some one who needed him. There were many who would have said as much and more of Buffalo Bill. But the latter was not the man to dwell in his mind on his own s terling qualities of mind and heart. "The dark gentleman is Major Gordon Lillie, called. by the scores of good men and woman who know and admire him, Pawnee Bill. He is known by the Indians as Ktilux-Kittibux, "Little Bear." "Indeed How I am to meet such a distinguished gentleman. And may I ask who it is that gives so much praise to another and takes so little credit to himself?" "I am Cody, and like Major Lillie, a govern ment scout." "Is that all? And yet you really look like a-La-but I won't say it, for it wouldn) do you I can see by your face C o lor.el Cody, that you think 1 don't mean all I say. Truly, I mean, a great deal that I haven t said." Here was a puz .zler-this handsome girl, who had such a new way of thanking them for saving her fr?m


. T.HE ALO BILL STORIES. 9 . captivity among the most me'rciless crew of redskin s to be found in that part of the country. The scout did not .know just what to say. But he felt like saying something sharp to her. The face of Buffalo Bill became stern and his voice cold and polite as he said: "Will you oblige me by giving me your name, miss?" "Call me Miss Hallam-Bertha Hallam. "You were captured by the Comanches, we were told, while you were on your way from Barstow Settlement to Barstow Ranch yesterday morning?" "May I ask who told you that?" the girl a s ked. "A settler at Barstow. It seemed to be generally known about the settlement." "Oh, well, let it go at that, then." What did the girl mean? Buffalo Bill a s ked himself. He had seen frontier girls who had the nerve to fight Indians with the best of them, or to break horses and lasso steers. But this one was not like them. A little while ago she had seemed to be so frantic with fear that she did not know which way to turn to escape from the Indians who were clo s ing about her: She seemed so bewildered and beside herself that she would certainly have fallen into the hands of her captors again but for the s elf-sacrificing efforts of Pawnee Bill. And now she appeared ready to treat the whole affair as a jokei and to throw doubt on the information whi9h had been given Buffalo Bill, and which had sent him on a ride to the rescue. "I'm afraid, Iv.f,iss Hallam." s aid the scou t, "that you will have to wait until my g ood friend, Pawnee, here, gets so he can ride before we can see you back safe at Barstow." I "Oh, never mind such a little delay as that, Colonel Cody. There are plenty of ways than I ca n amuse my self while I am waiting." The girl irritated Buffalo Bill more and more by her flippant speec h and a1r . Then it occurred to him that s he had see m ed to be free from her bonds the moment s he fell clear of her horse. "\Vere you tied onto the horse by your captors just now, when they used you fdr a s hield in trying to get at the one in the cabin?" "Not very securely, I believe." The scout tried to look into her eyes, but when she would meet hi s gaze, s he seemed to be just ready to laugh in hi s face. "I reckon, mi ss, that you weret'l't tied on at all." "Come to think of it, I don't believe I was." "And your arms, too, were they free?" "How inquisitive you are about those little things, Colonel Cody! Whatever can you care wh

IO THE DUf<'F ALO BILL STORIES. "Yott have made 110 search o f the Cf!bin to find a clew to the identity of the former occupant? "No, it was all I could do to get around jt1st what was n!i\Cessary. Besides, the Comanches kept 111e on the watch most of the time." "You say they found that you were here la s t night?" "They chased me' to cover and here i s where I got in." "But they didn't follow up the attack la s t night after sunset?" '.No. They kept off a good dis tance. They acted mighty queer about it. "It couldn't have been on account of their fear for your shooting altogether, for they could have crept up clo ser at night withot1t tnttch da11ger, if they had only tried for it." "That's the way I figured on the game." "Then how do you account for their being so shy?" Pawnee Bill shrugged hi s shoulders. "I reckon something about the place scared them at some time in the pa s t and they haven't forgotten it. Maybe a search of the s hanty will show up some thing that will explain the business. There is a loft overhead, and another s mall room partitioned off a s you see. The skeleton is in the smaller ro om. I didn t look around in there any except to find a lo o phole, so that I could sho\V the reel devils that I wasn't a s leep ''Another thing, Gordon," corttinuecl Buffalo Bill. "\Vhat do you thi11k of the girl that we took so much trouble to rescue from the Comanche s?" "I think what you think, maybe, Bill. She tnight have e s caped without our help, I reckon1 if she had wanted to Now; I don't know what we d better do with her." The border king frqwned. There was another a s pect of the case which had not seemed to occur to Paw11ee Dill. "If that girl rode up to the cabin in the way s he die\, helping the redskins in their strategy, what is the rea s o n that she isn't as much respon s ible for the trick that was meant to t:ike your life as the Comanche s are? "Looks on the outside as if she was a s much to blame as anybody-rather more, I .reckon, for she took ad vantage of our confidence in her, and we would have

, THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. II "No, no s he have fine eyes, heap pretty Dut me heap not like talk talk all time. The Pawnee had e xpress ed hi s opinion and Buffalo Bill knew that nothing l(!SS than an earthquake could upset it. They were about half way between the cabin and the timber that bordered the creek and they wheeled their horse s to leisurely approach the cabin. But Buffalo Bill turned to take a parting squint at the timber belt. As he did s o a long line of s moke jets spurted flit:>m along the front of the timber, and the air around the heads of the red s cout and the white s eemed to s warm with hi ss ing, leaden me ss enger s A low cry e s caped the lips of Red Plume. At the same time his hors e dropped a s if his iegs had been cut from under him. The Pawnee landed on his feet. A streak of. dark red s plotched hi s c heek and o ozed drops that fell onto his tuni c Quick as lightning Buffalo Bill brought hi s hors e alongside of hi s red pard, caught him by the arm, and half dragged him to the rear of hi s own s addle. "Now we for cover!" muttered Cody,. digging the spurs into hi s horse. CHAPTER VII. THE DISCOVE R Y UND E R THE CABIN. Another rattling volley was poured fro m the cover of the timber, while the enemy s till refrained from showing even the smallest patch of a mark for a return shot. Buffalo Bill did not s top then to make blind s hots w hich would be almo s t sure to lodge harmlessly in the trunks of trees The di s tance to the cabin was not gq:at but for a hun d red yards or so it wa s reall y a r ac e with bullets. C ody' s hors e wa s in such prime c o nditi o n that it did n o t at first s e em to fe e l th e d o uble burden although the Pawnee was con s iderabl y h ea vier than Buffalo Bill. The pace wa s ne arly, if not quite a s rapid a s it would have b een had th e burden been but the usual one. The scout did n o t the for th e di s tance, in whi c h it s b es t wa s needed. It was a ca se Q f life or death and there was m o re th a n a c han c e that hi s own a nimal w o uld be struc k a s bad b ee n the on e ridden by Red Plume. There wa s n o tim e the n fo r i;egre t s o ver the los s of the s plendid s t e ed o f the Paw nee chief hard a s it would b e t o find another which w o uld s o p erfectly match that of Buffalo Bill. Su c h a match w a s most d es irable in v i e w of the twain journeying, purs uing o r fle eing a lm os t c o n s tantl y t o gether. The hidden enemy continued firing a s fa s t as they could manipulate their weapon s And it wa s evident that they po s sessed rifles of the pattern whi c h wa s in mo s t g e n e ral u s e at the time. Buffalo Bill la y clo s e upon the neck of hi s hor s e and Red Plume clung in a half-reclining p o sture, flat upo n his stomach a c ro ss the anirnal's rump. The white scout had not be erl under a hotter fire fo r many a day, and when the whine of the fly ing bullet s over his head finally cea s ed, it s eemed t o him alm os t a miracle that he had not been touched. .At last he straightened up and gave a backward glance. The firing had ceased as suddenly a s it had begun. 1 Yet' not one of the foes showed himself. "That is a queer break for Comanches to make, don't you think so, Red Plume?" exclaimed Buffalo Bill, a s l"le wiped the perspiration from his cheeks. "Heap queer. 'Fraid White Buffalo get sight, he shoot s o s traight. Dey not give him chance wax 'em same he did odder Comanche." I reckon you have got it right. We did make it rather costly for them when we drove them away from the cabin. That was a fight in the open, and they think they 'll do business in future according to their old style. Well, I'm glad they didn't chase us. There is a big crew of them in the timber yonder, to judge by the lead they lung after u s in the minutes they were about it. "Heap big crew," agreed Red Plume. "The survivors of the party that attacked Pawnee Bill must have fallen in with this bigger party soon after they beat their retreat this morning. Then the whole outfit got to the timber by a roundabout way. They meant to lay for us to-night, and if we hadn't given them such a good chance to try their guns on us just now we s hould have heard nothing from them until after s un s et :" "Tha( it ," said Red Plume. Buffalo BiPl had noticed the s light wound on the Indian's but made no allu s ion to it, a s he knew that the Pawnee preferred always that no notice sho.Eld be taken of injuries o f that character. He regarded them as beneath his own notice. "Now we ll hear from them again a s soon as the s un goe s down, I reckon. I'm afraid, Red Plume, that \\'e ought to get a way from here before night.9 shut s down o n us; and yet I don't see how it can be done." "White Buffalo think Kulux Kittibux not able a s ked Red Plume. I kn o w he i sn'l:. He i s about as near sick as you c an figure. But the s prain i s what let him down all a t o nce." ''1'.fe s ee ; leg heap swell np." In an other moment they pulled up in front of th e cabin. The door of the latter wa open wide and Pawne e Bill had crawled to the thres hold, while Bertha Hallam was outs ide, s howing great excitement and concern as Buffalo Bill and hi s red pard broke up. ''You-y ou were not struck, Colonel Cody?" she excla imed. No." But R e d Plume-" "Had l'lis hor s e s hot fro m under him, and received a scratch. Happened to be hi s turn. Don't pity him y ou'll make him ugly if you do \ V e re sorry abput the hors e though we re lik e ly to need it." "There s eemed t o be a great, deal of ho o ting s aid the girl. "Enough to ha v e wip e d out a regiment if half the lead had found a mark." B uffal o Bill and Red Plume di s mounted and s tak e d out the h o r se. Then the former went in to tell Pawnee Bill h o w matters stood. He had crawl e d back to his pallet, and had his teeth clen c hed with the pain which hi s s udden exertion h:1cl brought on. "\V e've g o t to g e t away from here before the night shut s down, Bill, wa s his verdi c t.


12 THE BUFFAL O BILL STORIES. "Yott can't ride "Then get along and leave me." "Do you reckon that I'll do that?" "I reckon you'll have to or be wiped out. And if yon, Red Plume and the girl go on, the Comanches out in the timber won't be like l y to suspect that one of your crowd was left here for them to gobble. Besides, there's another reason, I think, why they wouldn't be likely to niolest me." "What is that?" "I reckon they have got an idea that this shanty is sort of haunted. That would explain Why they were so shy about attacking me after sundown last night." ''Possibly." "Then you don't have to worry about leaving me while I grunt it out with my leg alone. And the quicker you on your way toward the Rio Pecos settlements, the better all around." "I don't leave you here, Gordon," said Buffalo Bill. "Then I suppose I'll have to get you to tie me onto a horse to keep along with you. If the pain makes me howl so you can't stand it, put a bullet into me. Bet ter than to leave me to the mercy of those red c;levils." ''You will stay here, and we'll put up the fight we can. I don't reckon the girl counts the danger from the Comanches as much, anyway. \Vhy, I ca11't figure out." "Oh, you're the settest galoot, Bill, when you start out!" said Pawnee Bill, and he turned his face to the wall and lay as still as though he had fallen asleep. B'llffalo Bill felt hi ? pulse and found it of the sort that goes with and pain. And that clinched his decision all harder. 'We'll have to make the night of it here," he decided. "But I'm going to see what kind of a place we have to depend on for shelter before night sets in. The dark will be here soon enough." Without speaking of his intention to any one, Buffalo Bill set about making a more thorough examination. of the interior of the cabin than had yet been made He fit;st examined and sounded the walls of the outer room, which was the larger of the two the cabin contained He made no discoveries worth noting. Then he went into the smaller room, where Pawnee Bill had made the gruesome find. A hurried examination of the skeleton.. showed it to have been that of a man of medium stature. There were indications that hinted at illness and possibly starvation, as having been the cause of death. The scout desired to make use of this part of the Cabin if they were to remain there through the night, and it was essential that the skeleton be disposed of. To accomplish this without letting either the girl or Red Plume know of its presence was not a simple propo sition. But the scout found that the cabin contained quite an assortment of implements, and among others was a spade. The floor was of earth, trodden quite hard. To make certain of not being intruded upon while about the disagreeable job, Bu ff a lo 13ill requested Red Plume to go out and see that the horses were all staked out in a new spot to feed, and as close as possible to the cabin. At the same time he asked Bertha Hallam to renew the bandage which he had applied to the swollen ankle of ... Pawnee 13ill. This would keep both busy for some minutes, and the scout set about making the most of the time in dig ging a grave in the earth within the small room of the shanty. He chose a spot close to the wall. He had hardly thrust his spade into the ground be fore he discovered that there was something harder than the trodden earth a few inches beneath the surface. He tried in vain to dig at the point where he began, and gradually tried different spots farther and farther away from the first until he found one where the point of the spade sank into the earth quite easily Then he pried a little, quickly discovering that the hard surface was that of planks or boards, buried about five inches beneath the surface. "The man that lived and died here had treasure of some sort that he buried, I reckon. But that may not signify that what he counted as valuable would be reckoned as worth anything to the finder. But it may throw some light on the name and history of the poor devil who pegged out of life here alone, and didn't even have the honor of a buria l," mused Buffalo Bill. Buffalo Bill expected to find that the hard surface struck by the point of his spade would prove to be a wooden box in which some of the belongings which had been prized by the unknown were buried. There is a natural eagerness over a discovery of that nature, and the great scout began to dig the earth away from the hard board surface with a rapidity that soon left enough of it bare so that he could judge of its dimensions. When he tried to dig the earth away from the sides of what he supposed to be a box he found that it had no side wall at all. It appeared to be merely a board cover ing set a few inches beneath the surface, with an ex cavation underneath. This discovery excited the scout's interest more deeply than the idea of the buried box had done. He scooped off the layer of earth; jabbed at the boards, got the point of the spade under the edge of one of them, and up it came. The opening thus revealed was feet in depth, and about four feet square. \.Vhile he could not see the bottom very plainly, he thought it appeared to slope gradually, and to descend into a sort of excavated corridor running under the wall of the cabin, how far beyond he could only con jecture. "This is a find, anyhow!" exclaimed Buffalo Bill. At first he had thought of hidden treasure; and that interested him as a matter of curiosity rather than pos sible profit. Now he thought of something else, which intereste

' THE BUFFALO BILLSTORIES. 13 stream there at some remote period, which had gouged out something of a gully, and then, getting discouraged, had retreated and given up the task of cutting a through to the Rio Pecos. The narrow, chutelike passage extending under that wall of the cabin ran directly toward the dry, clayey banked gully. The scout lis tened for sounds in the outer aparttnent of the cabin. He heard the faint mttrmur of Bertha Hallam's voice. She was talking to Pawnee Bill. Buffalo Bill plunged down into the excavation. CHAPTER VIII. THE DEATH TRAP. The impression of Buffalo Bill concerning the slope and extent of the excavation under the wall of the cabin was correct. While the beginning of the discovery was a s urprise to him, the sequence was almost precisely what he was led to believe from its indications. The bottom of the excavation directly under the entrance was about five feet from the top. But from there it sloped rapidly, and he saw ahead of him a passage or channel cut through the clayey earth and lead ing into the darkness for a distance which he could only conjecture. He had his pocket lantern, and this he lighted before attempting to explo re the passage. Then he proceeded rather cautiously, yet with as much speed as was con s istent with care. By keeping count of the paces he had taken he judged that he had traversed a distanc e of fully a hundred feet when he came to a w all, or partition, of boards. In his progress he had marked one fact-this was that the passage was not entirely artificial. Indeed, for the greater part 0 the way it seemed to have been made, at some time in the remote past, by an tmderground stream. This natural pa ssa ge had been dug out and smoothed in places, however, by the hand of man, and thi1> at n o very remote date. ' While it was not perfectly straight in its course, the scout was convinced that it would lead him to the gully below the regular prairie level, which has been already alluded to. He had brought the spade along, and with this he did not hesitate to batter down the board partition. Beyond he found the pas s age in the same condition, and he was at a loss to see \\jhy the partition bad been placed there at all. But Buffalo Bill did not stop to think about the se minor matters then. There was another aspect of his discovery wl'!ich promised to be of importance. It seemed to be inevitable that they should remain at the lonely prairie cabin until the next day, at least, unless Pawnee Bill was abandoned. And that alterna tive was one which Cody would not consider even for an instant. In facing this necessity the scout had not undere sti mated the danger to them all. He knew that a large body of Comanches were lying in wait in the timber along thecreek, only a few miles dista nt, and that as soon as night should settle upon the scene they would advance to the attack. Under cover of the darkness, with the plentiful mesquite and other 1s hrubbery in the vicinity it would be easy fo the enem)' to approach quite to the cabin without exposing themselves to the marksman ship of the sco uts. That the redskins would find a way to set fire to the cabin was a contingency which Buffalo Bill had felt certain of all the while. Inde e d, he had not begun to hint at the reluctance that he felt to staying there through the night, know ing that if he did so, Pawnee Bill would insist either upon their leaving him, or upon attempting to accompany them their flight to safer quarters. This underground retreat promised to at least give them a place of temporary refuge if the worst should come to worst. It is not to be supposed, however, that Buffalo Bill foresaw none of the difficulties and dangers which were in store for them. The truth was, the whole situ ation was one of the most miserably black of any that he had faced. He pushed on through the passage, which in places was so low that he had tp crawl upon hands and knees. At last he came to a place where it was higher again, and so9n after he found the way obstructed by another thin board wall. Of this he only partially removed a s ingle, narrow Beyond, as he suspected, was the natural gully which had been alluded to "If the infernal reds don't get on to this, it will at least give us a chance to get out in case they burn the s hanty over our heads. And if the Indians do find it, and undertake to come in after us we can make it a death trap for them, as well as finding it, possibly, the s ame kind of a trap for us," he muttered. Having come to this conclusion the border king made hjs way back to the cabin a s quickly as possible. He found he had spent more time in his explora tion than he had s uppo sed, and the brief prairie twilight was already falling. Buffalo Bill repaired to the outer room, and finding Pawnee Bill awake, he told him of his discovery. "Why not give me a good s upply of provender and water and leave me ln that hole, while you and Reel Plume get away to a safer place with the girl?" sugge s ted Pawnee Bill. "It won't do," said Buffalo Bill decisively. "I'll probably be able to get a way myself to-morrow, and the Comanches won't hang around here long when they think the shanty is deserted. Or you can come back after me in a day or two, if I dori't turn up when you think it is time for me." "No, Pawnee, it won't do. Besides, I reckon we'll be about well off here now as we would be to try for a g etaway at this late hour with a of Comanches hot on our trail." ";{ ou're contrary as a pig, Bill!" growled Jack. "I know it, old man. That's why my pards can't get rid of me even if they want to." "Stay here, then, and let the Comanches roast us all together. The more the merrier-for the redskins." "And for us, too, if we've got to be roasted. I don't


14 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. want to be cooked alone-I want you to stand by and see that it's done right ," laughed Buffalo Bill. And that ended tha t part o f the discu ss i o n It not be s upp os ed for a mom ent that the king of bordermen e x pected to be beaten b y < he red s kin s in thi s c a s e an y more than he had b e en in the innumerable other encounters which he had had with the m when the odds wer e heav y, against him His th ought wa s chiefly for the s afety of P a w nee Bill who was almo s t fro m th e hurt and e x hau s ti o n Then, there was Bertha Hallam-was s he true o r fal s e ? Did s he wis h to return to the s ettlement o f Ba r s t ow, or not? And why did s he all o w her s elf t o be u s ed b y the Comanches a s a deco y whil e s he wa s a c apti v e CHAPTER IX. JS THE GlRL A TRAITOR? Sharp as had been the loo k out of Red Plume th e border king s P a w nee pard, B uffalo Bill him s elf had ob s erved that which had e s caped the hawklike vi s ion of the Indian. Having di s po s ed of the skeleton and removed the frail partition in the cabin the great scout directed hi s a t t ention to the l o okout from ea c h of th e four s i des o f th e cabin. As a light had be e n lighted in s ide he did n o t re alize until then th a t th"darkness had become so inten s e o ut s ide among them? Befo r e sunset the s k y had been almo s t clear b u t Upon the s olutio n o f the se puz zles hung B u ffa l o Bill's n ow a h aze had gathere d, lik e s moke and fo g mi xed, interest in her safety b l o tting out th e d i s ta p t l a ndscape co mpletel y He was not the sort t o b e h o od w inked b y m e r e b e au ty I d o n't lik e it! he muttered. and coquettishnes s in a girl. "Yo u don t lik e what Mr. Co dy?" He now returned to the inn e r roo m 9) the a n d It was Be 1 : th a Hallam wh o a s k e d the que s ti o n made a shallow grav e for th e s kelet o n wrai)p e d th e S h e wa s s tan d in g n ea r him l oo king out th ro ugh the latter up in blanket s and fille d in the hole. hig h w ind ow ove r his s h o uld e r. T hen he di s gui se d the s hape and appe a ran ce o f th e "I d o n t lik e ifs being so dark," h e r eplied grave a s much a s p ossible and l astly r em o v ed th e p arti-.. \Vh y n o t?" tion between that and the larger ro om. Dcau s e it fa vo r s the Coman c he s R e d s kin s a lways Red Plume, m ea nwhile had s pent a gre ater part of p ut up a cow a rdl y fight and that i s favo r e o by dark the time outside of the cabin patroling the sp ace aroun d n ess b ec au se it h e lp s th e m to hid e it out a s far a s th e gully, and ke e ping a k e en l oo k o u t "You think they will t r y t o clea n u s o u t h e r e : do you?" for s ign s of the Com a n c h es, wh o m h e kn e w w e r e hidd e n '' D o n t l e t it w orry y ou Mi ss Hallam A compl e t e in the timber. t1 c l e an out h a n eve r happe n e d m e yet. Silent as the red c hief was, he had n e v e rth e l ess, re e k"Yo u t hink yo u are inv in c ible B uffal o Bill?" o ned on all the cha nce s that menacrd them. B e l oo k e d a t h e r k eenly. But he w a s r e ad y to ca s t hi s luck w ith his gre a t \ V a s th e re a sco rnful c url t o h e r lip s in the s mile w it h chief White Buffalo Whateve r fate the l a tt e r might whi c h s h e m e t hi s ga ze? choo s e the faithful P aw nee pard wa s willing t o s h a re it. He w a s n o t sure; but h e r wo r ds h ad a mOck ing sou n d N ight settled o v e r the prairie like a pall. a nd h e h a d a f ee ling that s h e w a s not fri e ndl y Still Red Plume m o v e d noi s ele ss l y h e re a nd there, eyes Q u e erl y e nough, the great scout, w ith hi s kno w l e d ge and ear s alert. o f men whit e and r e d few of w h o m could d e ceive hin The di s tant timber line became blotted out in the dark-as to their r ea l charac t er, was n eve r sure w h e n it ca m e n ess The s hrubb y growth of the prairi!'! l os t a lt to judgin g a wo man whom he h ad n o t had ti me to semblan c e t o fo rm and the night wind murmuring k n ow. through it did n o t c au s e an y perc eptible m otio n in the I I e va s 1 -11cli'necl darkn ess t o do ubt th e m until h e was ce rt a in The s k y w as ove r cas t suffic ientl y t o blot out the light o f th e ir r elia bilit y o f the s t a r s I reck o n M i ss H allam, that you d o n t kn ow w h a t Red P lum e s atte ntion wa s attra cted b y a r e d glow I think ," h e s aid, hi s k een eyes l oo king s te a dil y into he.r;;. ag ains t th e h o riz on. II e r glan c e fell be fore th a t p enetrating gaz e I wis h y ou wo uld t ell m e w h a t yo u think. "Ugh!" he grunted. C o m a n c h e burn pa l eface c abin ''That I wo n t do till I know you b etter." B urn di s h ea p qui c k for e an o th e r s un! ' Yo u s till b elieve m e a tra it o r. Jus t then hi s ear c a ught a ru s tl e amid the me s quit e "You 'll h a v e a c h a n ce to p r o ve the c ontrary b efo r e He dro p p e d to th e gro und la y perfectl y s till for a m o rning it 's lik e l y m o m e nt, and th e n b e g a n t o c ra w l out in the dir ect i o n "In wh a t way?" of the gull y "The r e d s a r e going to press u s p re tt y close h e re Sudd enly h e s topped and th e n his lithe form wa s prob e fore w e see th e light of an o th e r s un Then you'll j e c t ed forward, while his hand cla s ped a knife. have a c hance t o s h o w your color s It m ay com e t o The P awne e was grappling wit h a C om a n c he warrio r our m a king a flight e ith e r w ith o r with o u t yo u and yo u wh o s eem e d to b e a lm os t ex actly his match in w eight w ill have tq m a k e your c h o i c e ." and strength. Ve r y well; I h o p e yo u will g e t proo f th a t w ill sa ti sfy For a brief p e ri od th e y roll e d o v e r and o v e r ami d the yon. But I d o n t b e lie ve yo u w ill. roars e tangle o f s hrubb e ry. Then there w as the sbund \Vh y n o t?" o f a knife plung e d into fles h-a so11nd whi c h on ce h eard, "Becau se yo u w ould r a th e r n o t h av e faith in me." ran ne ve r be fo r gotten. B uffalo B ill shrugge d his s h o uld e r s and s mil e d !Jut !\ ft e r that the s tru g gl e c ea s ed an d after a m o ment made no other r ep l y t o thi s s pe ec h. of r est, to r eco \'er his breath, th e vic tor in th e c o ntest A t the sa me time hi s g az e caught the fla s h of a light crawle d awa y from the sp o t. out o n the prairie, in th e dire ctio n of th e c re e k.


TIIE DUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 15 It was not s o di stant as the however, and the s cout saw it 11love slowly in a ci1'clc. Thi s motion was repeated three times, and thert the light wa s extinguished-or, .,at ally rate it disappeared from the gaze of Buffalo Dill. A signal," was the silent comment of the latter. At the same time he flashed a quick glance at the face of Bertha Hallam. He saw that her face wa s animated by a new excite ment, and he instantly decided that she had seen the s ignal, and that she understood it. he did not seem to be observing her ; believing that, 1f she knew the meaning of the sigi:ial, she might try to answer it. This su spki011 was strengthened when she went to the cabin door and s tepped out. "Better be careful," the scout cautioned. "The <;o-. manche s are likely to be creepit1g up at at1y tltne." I will be careful," s he replied, and went out. The girl moved silently halfway around the house, and then drew something from within the blouse which s he wore. A moment later there was a flash of a !t\cifer match in her hand. IJ.efore she could do more, the match and piece of fose which she had been about to light were dashed from her hands and she was grasped with a firm, yet gentle hattd, lifted from her' feet and whisked back into the cabin before she could even have uttered an outcry. \Vhen she was s et upon her feet again she found her s elf again looking into the accusing eyes of the king of bordermen. Buffalo Bill. wa s smiling. The strange girl met his gaze for a single instant, and then covered her face with her hands; her form shaking as if s he were crying. The great scout returned to the lookot1t, and as he did so, the cabin door opened and Red Plume, his Pawnee pard, stalked in. A glance from the scout was sufficient to see that the Indian had been fighting, for there was blood on his face and hand s and a red spot on his tawny throat where the fingers of his assailant had closed with a grip which was to choke out his life. "How was it, Red Plume?" queried Buffalo Blll. "Comanche creep up, heap clo s e to cabin. Red Plun1e meet, sla s h, slash with knife, get choke, heap good fight. Den Comanche croak-ugh!" "The Comanche croaked !-that's the be s t part of the yar11, and I wi s h it could end it for the night. Did you glimpse any more of them?" "Me hear um rustle in meskeet, that all. Me go dis side, den that side, way ottt gully. Heap Comanche all round, creep, creep-bimeby try smash cabin. But White Buffalo shoot heap fast, den all Comanche l'un like dogs!" Rtd Plume had i.mbounded' confidence in the prowess of his paleface partner. But Bffalo Bill / well under s tood that there were llmits to the powers of any man, and that he wa s no to the rule. He felt that in the present sitttation there were odds to fight again s t which he had not knowlidgc of and that he wa s liable to find himself confronted by a treachery which would throw up the game to the enemy, unless he should exer c i s e greater alertnes s tha11 he felt himself capable of. Buffalo Bill believed that the time had coi:ne when it was necessary to Pawnee Bill of the crisis which was at hand. He found that he h<1:d been asleep for some time, and when he was aroused 1t was to a sense of greater com fort than he had experienced for many hours, The fevetish symptoms were abating. "Well," said Pawnee Bill, when the other had ex plained the situation to him, "I reckon we are in for it at close and that's a game that I don't think I am good for now. Dut if I could get up to a level so as to use my rifle I could make a few of the red devils pass in their checks." "Yes, and there's always your revolvers, if it comes to that. Woe to them if they have to face yqu with a shooter in both hands." "But about the retreat under the cabin, Bill?" "We take to that if they set the shanty afire. Other wise we stay hete." "Just because you think it will hurt my leg to crawl in there-I see, Bill, that you figure as if 1 was the only one in the crowd worth saving. And yet there's that young lady--" "Don't worry about the traitors.'' "You count her as one?" "It looks that way pretty strong. If she explains, all right. If not, she will have to answer to the charge." "I can't believe it against such a fine-looking girl. And what can be her object--" "Hist!" The note of caution t was from Buffalo Bill, but it was in response to a sign from :Red Plume, who was on the lookout at the moment. The border king s prang to a loophole and peered out. "Out with the light!" he ordered, in a low voice. Bertha Hallam was quicker than Red Plume, a.rtd it was s he who extinguished the lamp. The room became enshrouded in the blackest kind of darkrtess. But the scouts within were enabled to see every near object outside with greater distinctness than they could with a light within. Cody saw severa,1 dark objects amid the mesq't1ite shrt1bs at a point only a few yards distant from the cabin. He kept hi s eyes fixed upon them for several min utes ttying to 1nake sure whether they 1110ved or not. He had about decidea that they were motionless when he observed that one of them seemed to be gliding a little closer within the shelter of the one of the shrubs. He thrust his rifle through the loophole, and, with out seeming to take aim at all, sent the bullet on its way. Up leaped the object at which he had fired, and a prolonged wail of death quavered on the air. Si i i;lultaneously the other fo1ms which he had been doubtful about began to skurry for cover. Ping !-rang ont another rifle. It was Red Pltt111e's weapon this time, and one of the swiftly creeping forms came to a halt and did not stir again. T11e red scout, correctly judging t.he position of the head of the Comanche, bad sent his shot to the brain, and not eveh a cry e s caped the victim. "Good, Red :('lttme !' exclaimed Bu ff a lo Bill. Unlike their u s ual habit under such conditions, the otl1er C01mtnches who had been creep ing ttp to the cabin


THE BUFFALO STORIES. did not spring up ;md make the night hideou s with their yells of rage. They knew that mere yelling would not serve as a bluff to intimidate the inmates of the lonely cabin. And they knew, also, that their only chance of success lay in keeping the position of their own precious bodies hid cjen from the sight and hearing of the invincible king of the border. Therefore, in retreating, or otherwise changing their position, they maintained the utmost silence. The bodies of their dead comrades were permitted to lie where they had fallen. The redskins, finding that even the darkness and low shrubbery were not sufficient to conceal them from the eyes of their foes in the cabin, were more cautiou s after this lesson. For a full hour no demonstration of any kind was made by the enemy. Yet not for a moment during that whole period was the vigilance of either Buffalo Bill or Red Plume relaxed. Then they both saw moving figures again creep out from amid the mesquite. Both fired together, but at different figures. These paused, but there was no outcry. .Others -continued to advance. What did it mean? For both of these great marks men could not have mi s sed at the same time. CHAPTER X. STRATEGY AND S TRUGGLE. C rack! crack! s ounded the two rifles again alm os t as one. The two figures at which the weapon s were directed paused as the others had done But jus t a s these paused, the two which had been fired at before began to move again, with a sil e nt jerky motion, as if they were hitching along on their haunche s "A trick, Red Plume!" exclaimed Buffalo Bill. "Ugh!" grunted the red scout disgusted to discover that he had been duped into wasting a shot on some dummies. He did not consider that any one, no matter how shrewd, would have done the same, since there wa s no means whatever for detecting the living from the in animate forms which might be s et in motion for the purpose of drawing the fire of the marksmen who never missed. Even now, with every reason to believe that the fig ures which were hitching along the ground toward the cabin were in reality but dummies which the hidden savages were pulling along by means of ropes, Buffalo Bill was not certain that it would not be acting on the safer side to send a shot at everything that moved, whether he thought there was life in it or not. Ile would have done this but for the danger of being left without means for a quick shot at a moment when it might be required to hold back a rush of the foe. Just then there s ounded a sharp crack at the other si

-. .._._..... .. THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 17 \ There would have been no use in their doing so, for there would have been small chance of getting one through to o ne of the inmates of the shanty. They had another scheme, as Buffalo Bill well under stood and they began to work it with a vengeance. A half dozen began to batter at the door with their hatchets. So swift and heavy were their blows that, at that rate, not many minutes would be needed for them to demolish the door entirely. It was provided with one loophole, and Buffalo Bill had a revolver s quirting fire through that into the stomachs of the as s ailants before they had time to reckon on what might be happening to them. That was s omething that they c o uld not s tand for, and the door had a re s t from their blow s immediately But there were plenty of place s alo ng the outer wall s of the cabin where there wa s no danger o f getting in range of that terrible fire from the scouts within. Those point s came in for an a s sault that threatened to batter openings through them in short order. Yet, being built of l o gs, there wa s not a likelihood that openings large enough to admit the bodie s of the redskins could be made for so me tim e They soon had proof that the little garris on of the lone cabin wa s game t o the la s t ounce. At one s pot where the attack on the wall s eemed to have been c o ncentrated with th e great es t for c e a s mall opening wa s so on made between the log s Buffalo Bill wa s at the s pot h owever, a nd he s aw the h.rs t s plinter that fell through on the inner s ide. At the ne x t bl o w the blade of the hatc het shO.\v ed itself to the s cout. The in s tant it wa s withdrawn a fres hl y filled" c y linder of one of the s cout' s revolver s b egan to vomit warm lead through the ap e rture. The howl s fro m the oth e r s ide te s tified to the effect, and the atta c k a t that s pot cea s ed imm e diat e l y The Comanche s r e alized then that th e re were too many opening s in wall s of the c abin for their own safety already, and they s howed no more anxiet y to increas e the number of them. The great s cout leaped from point t o point along the ides of the cabin with a tireless and relentle ss rapidity that made him truly a h os t in himself. Red Plum e w as ttying hi s b es t to match th e rec o rd of his palefa c e friend and ideal of hero. A nd it wa s eat w o rk th a t th e Pawnee was doing. As for Bertha Hallam, s he was by no m e an s idle Buffalo Bill found opportunity, in s pite o f bis own tless activity, to m a ke sure that s he wa s n o t pla y ing bluff game merel y That she had fired several effective s hot s at th e enemy had the be s t o f proof. But there wa s no time then to s ay an y thing about nor did her seeming lo y alt y at that time e x plain away double play which bad characterized her behavior lier. It was in the nature of the king of bordermen to trust fair appearance s until that trus t was in s ome degree yed or shaken. Then he was not overready to accept testimony on the r side. othe r word s hi s confidence was not ea s ily lo s t, once forfeited, it was difficult to regain. ving blocked the attempt to cut a hole through door, and the other to make an opening through the cabin wall, Buffalo Bill was prepared to meet the next moves of the enemy which he knew they were bound tomake He had no means of judging their number, but the very confidence with which they pressed their attack showed that they had enough warriors to make them not daunted by losses. Indeed, it looked very much as if they had come hither with a war party e s pecially prepared to forever rid themselve s of the scouts,,. who, of all the pa leface foe s whom they had to fear, they counted the most formidabl e Thi s wa s hat Buffalo Bill s uspected, and the reali zation that he was the target of an elaborately planned expedition, backed by a redskinned /ribe which was, in some respects, the mo s t to be feared of any that then roamed the border, made him all the more alert and deter mined in the kind of a defense which he felt bound to put up. The s avages continued their hammering on the walls of the cabin at various points, but the scouts knew that it wa s being d o ne merel y to hold their attention. If one s cheme had to be abandoned, there wa s an other ready, planned and waiting to be acted on. A s Cod y sprang from l oo phole to loophole, he heard the thunderou s report of a rifle. \\: hich s eemed to ha v e been di s charged within the cabin. The spurt of fire from the muzzle momentarily light ing the interior told whence it c ame. A red s kin had thrus t his rifle in through one C!f th e l oopholes, and although he could n o t see any of th e inmate s h e had hazarded a sh o t. It was not the la s t attempt of the kind. CHAPTER XI. THE WARMEST W O RK OF ALL. The bullet from the C omanche' s rifle thudded in the opposite wall o f th e cabin within a foot o f the s p o t \\!here Dertha Hallam wa s standing. The gla re fr o m th e discha rge s howed Buffalo Bill it s directi o n and at fir s t he feared that the girl might h a ve been hit for he could see that she s tood almo s t within range He s prang t o h e r s ide and laid a firm hand on her a rm. '"Yo u mu s t ke e p clos e t o the ground at the s ide of Pa wnee""Bill, o ut of range of the loophole s he said, ih a low v o ice of I s hall d o m y p art in the defense, as far as my poor s kill will allo"-," replied the girl. 'There i s little that you can do when y ou cannot get a glim ps e of the enemy mi ss." I can keep on the 19okout, and report to you if I see the be ginning o f any new mi s chief, a s I did before:' "True-yon have done well-and 1 may have a s k yonr pardon yet--" "Don't do it Buffalo Bill, for I won t grant the pardon. That i sn't what I'm after-it i s of no a ccount to me. I merely wish to vindicate my s elf." The king of the border, for a moment, did not feel like a king of anything. It was one of tho s e time s when a girl with a reacly wit and the spirit to make use of it, u sed h e r pow e r to make a grea t man f ee l a s if he had play e d a s mall part.


J 18 TIIE BUFF ALO DILL STORIES. Cody was human. and fot' the 1110111ent he came nea1' Then he pushed the stub of the tifle ottt, and the to forgetting that there might be a hundred Comanches muzzle of his own was thrust through in place of it. on the other side of the cabin \\ alls after his As the scout glanced through the loophole he saw the blood. Indi.an 11 ith whom he had just been tussling in the act of For the .first time he really wished to make peace gettl'ng up from the spot where he had fallen. with this girl, who, as the Comanche captive, he had The spiteft!l crack-the dying yell-the spasmodic leap started out with Red Plume to rescue. -and the tale was told. There had been ample reason for hi'1 distrnst of her, Dertha Hallart;t was so111ething ef-and s\1e knew it. But at that rnome11t he forgot the fect1ve 111 the way of protecting the tnteridt of the cabin fact in the feeling that she was showi11g up as an u11-from further attempts to shoot the irttnates from the Olttcommonly brave and 1'esourceful girl. side through the loopholes. He wanted her to know that he was ready to bespeak Although she could not see the Indiahs, who now kept a full cohfidence i11 bet. Yet she refused to let him close up to the walls on the outside, she ran from one apologize. loophole to another with he!' revolver, firing a shot That, to a man who was a natural-born gentleman, through each. with the greatestof chivalrous instincts, was a tough This she kept up, without hurrying, but shifting from blow, and there is no ttse dertyirtg that Colonel Cody felt side to side of the cabn, so that it would not have it sorely for the time. been safe for a Coma11che to attempt to make use of any But he did not have much time to think about it then. of the openings The time was to come, and that before very long, It was an effectual ruse, and put an end to one pha s e when something better thanan apology would be given of their danget. and accepted. It is needless to say that Buffalo Bill observed and The would have given a great deal then if he appreciated the part she was playing. But he cot1ld not could have safely lighted his pocket lantern. say a word then. She had as good as forbidden it. He felt that a rifle might be sticking through any one Meanwhile, if there ever lived a restless and miserable of the unguarded loopholes at any moment, and there man who was not to blame for his situation, Pawnee was no telling what mischief might be done by a chance Bill was that individual. shot at such a close range. Here they were shooting redskins just as they pleased. At the very moment when he was thi11king of this and he could not have even a single pop at one .. And another vivid jet of flame spurted into the room. who enjoyed making the hostile omanches scutt"y for The spat of the bullet in the 1og wall within an inch covet better than did this sarne Pawnee Blll? of Cody's hip told him that it was luck, and not his own Buffalo Bill could hear him growling and execrating wit, that ,could save him in that sort of a play. over his o\Vn helplessness, and cody t.thderstood just But he did not stop then to think about it. how he felt. Even while the atmosphere was still quivering with the Once Pawnee Bill sprang up and yanked a revolve r roar of the discharge, which was thunderous in the from hi holster. But before he could get to a lookout small, close room, Buffalo Bill made a leap for the loophis ankle gave a twist that made him sweat in the same hole where he had glimpsed the muzzle of the Comanche's old way, and he himself down on the pallet again. rifle. He was getting better, and he knew it, and he knew, His hand fell i,.1pon it just as it was being withdrawn. also, that it was because he had been obeying the order He clung to it like grim death, eringing the other of his wise friend, Colonel Cody. hand to help. Ile knew that a few hours niore of the same kind The redskin, feeling the resistance, uttered a grunt at obedie11ce would reduce the sp1"ain to bearable limits, and began to lay out his strength. and that then he would be able to take a hand in using He had the better hold, since a stt"onger gt'ip tould be up what remnant of the Comanches that Buffalo Bill had on the breech than on the of the weapon. and Red Plume 111ight see fit to leave for him to prac But Buffalo Bill was as s trong as two of the redtice on. skins, and the tate at which the scout pulled, twisted, and The racket outside gradually

. THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 19 They could only wait to see what the Comanches would do after the first part of their trick was worked out. The sou nd of digging presently ceased, and then there were other sounds, of a le ss definite character. These finally ceas ed, and then there was an interval of almost absolute silence. "'What next, Mr. Cody?" It was the voice of Bertha Hallam, and she was clo se at the side of the scout. ... "It i s hard to say, but I reckon we'll soon know. Keep out thi s way-they've been digging close under that side." She stepped back in obedience to hi s request, and as she did so there was a dull explosion, and a s heet o f flame s hot up from the ba s e of the cab in wall I CHAPTER XII. DRIVEN FROM THE CABIN. "As I half suspected!" exclaimed the border king as the glare and s mudge from the explosion filled the room. Bertha Hallam, in obedience to hi s command, had leaped back from the point of danger, and none too soon. A low cry escaped her as she realized that she had escaped some painful burns, at least through the timely warning of the man with whom s he had seeme d to prefer to quarrel. The Indians had dug a small space under the wall of the hut and dumped into it the contents of their powder horns. On top of the powder they had thrown a mass of dried grass and root s gathered close to the cabin. Then they ignited the collection of combustibles. The explosion was pot heavy enough to do any great harm but it started a swifter fire, and opened a space into the cabin, to afford the flames a better draft. There was a small quantity of water in the cabin, and the scouts dared not use a drop of that for fear that it should be needed for drinking, as, in case of a siege, it might be some time before the y shou ld have a chance to repl e ni s h the s upply. Buffalo Bill se ized the spade and began throwing earth against the burning timber like mad. This was effectual in extinguishing the flame s o n the inside of the cabin. But it h?-d already obtained a hold on the outside, which, of course, could not be reached in that manner. ; The soundsof the crackling flame s as they began to eat eagerly into the dry timbers, came to the ears of the inmates of the cabin like a knell of doom. As yet Buffalo Bill had informed no one except Pawuee Bill of the underground pa s sage, which at lea st promised to afford them temporary pr. otecti6n. Now he spoke to the scout. "I reckon we've got to take to the burrow after all," he said. "Just on my account," growled Pawnee Bill. "If I wasn't here and done up in this infernal s hap e you'd make a rush into the thick of that crowd, shoot half of 'em before they had a chance to gue ss what was happen ing to 'em, and then make a break for the timb e r-and you'd get there. "Probably. But that is supposing a case different from the one we have got to face, and there's no use of talking about it. "Where are your borses, Bill?" "Staked Ot}tside, near the cabin." "The redskins will run 'em off." "They haven't done it yet, and they can't while we're in the cabin; for we'd get a sure shot at the first Co manche that tried the game." -"But if we take to the hole in the ground, what will ther.e be then to hinder them from taking the animals:'"' "Nothing. They 'll do it, likely." "And leave us in a pretty situation." Tha,t can't be helped. We have got to face the mt1sic. no matter what tune they play, "As for the horses, they are of no account unless we get through the racket. And if we do get through, I'll agree to get every one of them back. The Comanches know a good horse when they see one, and they'll be sure to take good care of mine. So we won't worry about that." Well, into the hole we go, I suppose." Buffalo Bill communicated the decision to Red Plume and Bertha, and at the same time explained to them the situation of the retreat which he had discovered under the wall of the cabin. The Pawnee showed more reluctance to the idea of resorting to the underground passage for sa fety than he ever had done to any s uggestion made by Buffalo Bill, in whom he u s ually appeared to have perfect con fidence. "Heap like be buried first, den killed!" wa his com ment. "If that is what it should come to it would make no difference to u s in the end, Red Plume." ''Me heap rather die odder way, den be buried." "All right-I reckon the first part of the program will be attended to by the Comanches all right if you stay here. Only you're likely to have to take your choice between roasting and being shot." ''Ugh!" "That ended that part o f the discus sio n as far as the Pawnee was concerned. He would not say what he would do. B ut after Buffalo Bill had helped Pawnee Bill to crawl down into the retreat, and Bertha Hallam had followed," Reel Plume waited sullenly for Buffalo Bill t o de --::end. The scout held out his hand. "Go od-by, Red Plume, if you aren't going with t1s." sa id the border king, as soberly as if he meant it. By this time the cabin was so completely wrapped in flame s that it was becoming s uffocating hot and close in s ide. 'Ugh! n'ie go where White Buffalo go, said the Paw nee. "Him die in hole, Red Plume die there, too. Come!" And the chief led the way into the retreat. By using care, Pawnee Bill was now able to get about more comfortably than he had done at any time before si nce receiving his injury. Buffalo Bill carried all the implement s for digging which he had found in the cab in into the passage. There was a possibility that they might have need of these. The small supply of water, food, blankets, and saddles were also taken into the retreat. B:y the time the la s t visit was made to the cabin it was so hot that one could not have endured it long. The lantern and supply of oil was also taken along,


20 THE BILI; STORIES. and a s th e re was n o danget fr o m that s our c e in that place they w ere a ble t o r elieve the darkne ss with the lighted lamp "The roof and walls of the cabin will fall in ins ide of ten minute s ," said Buffalo Bill, when he came down from the otiening to their retreat for th e la s t time. "And then we can't get ottt in that directiort, s aid Pawnee Bill. "Not. for a number or hours. But there are tw o sides to that idea ." "You mean that the redskins can t get to u s fr o m that way either?" "That's it." "About this time they must be looking for us to mak e a dash out of the s hanty "That is ,;hat they're looking for." "And when they find we don t s how our s elve s and the cabin fall s in a mass of coals, d o y ou re c k o n the y 'll think we're buried in the ruins?" I reckon it'll puzzle them some." "They had an idea that the cabin wa s haunted an y how, and thi s i s the fir s t time they have ventured to get s o nigh it after s undown. At iea.st the y didn t v enture when I w a s here al one last night." Thi s ma y make them all the more certain that ther e i s s omething s upernatural in charge of the outfit. yet I have an idea that they won t s tay fooled on that s cor e a great while. There must be some go o d r e a s on for thei r b e ing bolder to-night than they were whe n you w ere her e alone t w enty-four hours ago." I 've been figuring on that myself ," said Pawnee Bill. But I can t seem to make head or tail of the puzzle. The two great scout s w ere speaking in a low tone, and B ertha Hallam w a s not near enough at the moment t o h ear w hat they were s aying. A s Pawnee Bill made the last-quoted remark he glanced toward the girl. "And maybe ;::. .t connect her with it?." qu e ried the king of bord e rmen. I of it. But I don't see ho w she can make any difference. Tha t girl 's action s and her talk t o o are all a muddle t o me. But I'm blamed if I like to think she i s read y to play. th e traitor ." "She won't play the traitor, Gordon." "You was n t s o sure a little while ago." "She ha s been d o ing her full share toward defend ing the cabin again s t the C o manches, and s he wouldn t shoot them dow n th e way s he ha s jus t for a bluff. That isn't all-sh e i s a go o d deal more of a girl than we thought at first." "Mayb e you don t know what I thought, Bill,'' grinned Paw nee Bill. "The idea is, from the beginning of the attack tonight it ha s looked to me that there wa s something m o re than Comanche sd1eming and s trategy behind it all. "What do you mean? "That th e red s kin s are being put up to a part o f it, and their nerve s braced b y a white leader. Som e b o dy, that i s bloominl:' anxious to do up y ou and me G or don." The other reflected a m o ment in s ilen ce. Then he said, with a nod: Yes there's white s kin .... s cheming behind the red s kin p e r s i s tence in thi s raid. " And I don't mind s aying that I think the girl yon der knows s omething about it, though I don t thin k now that she is mixed up in it again s t u s ." "How is that?" Did you know that she tried t o s ignal t o som e o n e o ut in the direction o f the ti m b e r b e for e the fight b e g an ? ' Did s he?'.' e x claimed Pawnee B ill in c redul o u s l y "And I caught her in the act and it ." And Buffalo Bill told o f the incident a s it h as been already detailed to the reader. And didn't you a s k her to explain?" demanded P aw nee Bill. "No." " A nd s he offered no e x planatiorr?" "Not a word. " I d o n t see, Bill, in the fac e d f that how you can feel s o certain th a t s he i s innocent o f trea c h e ry. " Wait and s ee. Really, Gordon I wo uldn t be afraid to tru s t my life to her in spite of all the s ign s "If it wa s anybody but Bill Cody, mut t ered P a wnee B ill, I s hould say that he wa s girl$ truck But it c an t be that. Buffalo Bill alway s ke e ps hi s head." A t thi s moment there came to their ear s the sound of a dull crash at the mouth of the excavation, follo wed by the muffled s ounds of Indian CHAPTER XIII:. THE FIGHT IN THE GU LL Y The cabin i s down, exclaimed B uffalo Bill. "And now i s our time to m a k e fo r th e other exit of t h i s passage. Thi s i s a might y poor p lace to be ho used a great while." I can get there s orpehow, and I reckon I can s it a s addle if I ha v e a c hance, s aid P awnee Bill. Buffalo Bill, helping the injured scout, led the w ay along the passage. ">.... Bertha Hallam followed close behind them; and R ed Plume, plea s ed over the prospect of a speedy exit from the unde rgro und r e treat, brought up the rear. It was a walking and cra w ling trip, and a s l ow on e When they reached a point which was a s com forta b l e a s any for a halt, and onl y a little way from the exit Buffalo Bill s aid: "Now I w ill go ahead and see if there i s a cha nce of getting away from the gully. It'll call for some s trateg y


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 21 to get hold of the hot'ses, but I reckon it can be managed if we can only have a chance to use them." "Be mighty careful of yourself, Bill," cautioned Paw nee Bill. "You talk like an old grandmother, Gordon. I shan't make the strike for horses until I have been back to report on the conditions." The border king went ahead, and was about to remove a section of the planking which closed the mouth of the passage, when he felt a light touch on his arm. His pocket lantern was lighted, and the faint gleam from it fell on the pretty face of Bertha Hallam. "I have something to tell you, Mr. Cody," she said, in a low voice. Her tones were full of suppressed excitement, and he thought that she was about to confess the reasons for her singular conduct. But in that he was disappointed. Yet what she had to say was full of interest and importance ) "If you know you have to deal with fodians I suppose you make different calculations from those which you would use in dealing with enemies of your own race?" she asked. "Most certainly." "The Indians have the name of being the most cun-ning and crafty of any race in the world, I believe?" "That is the reputation they have." "Do you believe it is so?" "What do you mean ?" "I mean, do you not think that there are many of your own race who are more crafty and dangerous as secret foes than the most crafty of the red race ever were?" / "I know it. Not that the redskins can't beat us in a certain 1ort of small ctmning.1-they can, until we get used to their tricks. But when a gang of Indians have a white renegade to put them up to deviltry, it is always of a tougher sort to deal with than any that they would ever hatch out in their own brains." Bertha Hallam was silent for a moment, and, looking into her face, Buffalo Bill could see that she was very pale. "That is what I thought," she said, in a faint voice. "And so I wished to say that-that-the craft of a white enemy i s helping the Comanches in their fight against you and your partners to-night I "Heaven forgiye me if I have done wrong! But I could not let it go in this way! Both you and Pawnee / Bill are great and true men." The girl would have turned and hurried back to the thers, but the hand of Buffalo Bill detained her "Wait I" he commanded. "No, no! I can tell you no more!" "You know the one, then, who is at the head of that crew of Comanches who are so bitter against Pawnee Bill and me?" "Don't ask me, I say." "But you have told me so much now that it i a better that we know the rest." "I have told all I can." "You know this renegade leader of the Cotn;mches. It was to him that you were going to signal to-nieht when I stopped you ?" "Ask me no more, Mr. Cody. Can't you see that it is hard-hard for me to say about it?" "Very well. What you have revealed is important. Before another sunset this renegade shall give an account of himself-I will know who ht is, and he shall be made to answer for the part he has played." "Oh, Heaven! what have I done?" The s trange girl broke away from the ljght grasp of the border king and hurried back to where Pawnee Bill reclined upon a blanket which had been thrown down on the ground. The moment that she appeared Red Plume went ahead and joined B uffalo Bill at the mouth of the excavation. In silence. the white scout and his Pawnee pard passed cautiously out into the gully. The latter seemed lo be deserted. It was as still as death. There, below the prairie level, even the sighing of the night wind through the shrubbery could not be heard. The yells of the Indians, which had been raised in such a disagreeable chorus when the cabin fell, were now silenced. The unknown renegade, whoever he mighe be, knew how to control his s avage followers, and prevent them from giving away, through their loud outcrie s the posi tion or intention s of the moment. Buffalo Bill and his Pawnee pard followed along the gully for a short distance, and then made their way up to the s urface of the prairie. From the point where they ascended to the upper l evel they could see the glow of the fallen timberi qf the cabin. They could also see the Comanches, who were gath ered close to the spot. And there were fully fifty of them, some moving to and fro, others peering with eager curiosity into the ruins, as if they expected there to see the remains of their paleface enemies. They could also see their belonging to Buffalo Bill and Pawnee Bill. The animals were s.till staked out a little way from where the cabin had stood, and it was evident that they had not been molested by the redskins. This was not all. Only a short distance from the gully, and l)etween


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. the latter point and the cabin, were the horse s of a rlumber of the Comanches. Buffalo Bill and his companion had time to note all these particulars before they saw something else, which engaged all their attention for the time. One of the Indians suddenly separated from them, and, after making a complete circuit of the cabin ruins, came back and spoke to them in a tone so loud that it reached the ears of the red and white scouts with con siderable distinctJ.?-ess. The words spoken were in the Comanche tongue ; and while Buffalo Bill caught only a few isolated syllables, these were of a significance that enchained his atten tion as nothing else could have done. While the words were too disconnected to quote here, the meaning behind them, as there was not room to doubt, was tljis: The speaker, who was unmistakably a white renegade in Ini;iian disguise, knew something of the cabin which had just been leveled by fire. He had known the former inmate, who had been a brother renegade, hunted for his life. 1 The name of the hermit occupant had been Bru c e Barnett, and having become ill, while s till a fugitive from justice and unable to rough iJ: like the one who was briefly telling the story, he resorted to the lonely cabin on the prairie. He had also dug a way of e s cape underneath the cabin, and having given the place the reputation of being haunted, he had succeeded in eluding purs uit. The speaker knew only that the man had probably died alone in the cabin, which, on account of its reputa tion and its distance from frequented ways, had not bee1t visited since death of the hermit occupant. It was to this effect that the teller of the story e x plained to the Indians the mystery which had made tliem afraid to approach the cabin, which they had thought to be "haunted." So, in a most unexpected manner, Buffalo Bill learned the explanation of the mystery. But this was not the whole significance of the broken sentences that came to the ear s of the scout, as s p o ken by the white renegade leader of the Indians. The part most important in its bearing on their present situation was this : In mentioning the underground retreat partly natural and in part excavated by the recluse, the renegade had explained away what the Indians might otherwise have regarded as a supernatural mystery. It told them that the fugitives had discovered the other way of e s cape from the cabin, and that was wh y they had not been driven out of the cabin when the latter was burned. One point more was dropped by the wily renegade, The inmates of the hut had unmistakably retreated to the hole in the ground, and the latter communicated with the gully by an old channel. This lfis t piece of informati o n gave away to the Comanches the only secret upon which our friend had to depend for a hope of escape without discovery. "Did you hear, Red Plume?''. Buffalo Bill asked, in a whisper. "Yes, me hear." "Then fight is on now. See ; the redskins are 1 making in thi s direction already. W e 'l! have to face the odds right here, and I'm blamed if it doesn't look as if we might have to die like dog s in a ditch." "We fight here," s aid the Pawnee grimly. And the simple words meant the deepest defiance to the -horde of Comanche s who were even then making for the gully at a run. It would have been by no means impos s ible for the two s c e nt s to make a break for the hor s es of the Co manch es, so me of which were s taked out close at hand, ti:! have mounted, and by keeping up a swift and deadly back fire at their purs uer s made their retreat to the timber. B ut with Pawnee Bill and Bertha Hallam helpless .in the channel, thi s was out of the question. It i s but jus tice to the Pawnee to s ay that he did not c o n s ider the pos s ibility of de s erting the defensele ss one s a n y more than did Buffalo Bill-and it certainly did n o t occur to the latter. At the moment they were a }:lumber of yards from the o pening t o the retreat. "\\'e will s tart the gam e muttered the great s cout. ..-\nd l e t them end it if they c an." There was an irregular ridge of e arth a nd rock s whi c h they could u s e a s a temporar y barric a de. Shi elde d Ly this, crou c hing s ide by s ide on the edge of th e gnlly Duffalo Bill and Red Plume s tarted the tune with th e ir rifle s and foll o wed with a rapid choru s fro m their revolvers-one in ea c h hand, and four in all. Red Plume knew how. His mark s man s hip did n o t equal that of his w hile pard; but w ith the backgroun d o f red glo w fro m the dying fire they sent a storm of lead into th e Gomanche silhouettes outlined again s t the reddish light. CHAPTER XIV. BERTHA HALLAM, THE BRAVE. Buffalo Bill was wis e in taking the offensive, for foll y half a dozen of the Indians were hurled to the ground to rise no more by the sputter of shots from the gull y It was something wholly unexpected by the Coman c h es, and a surprise of that sort to the Indians always throw s into a panic.


TJTE DUI7F i\LO BILL STORIES. 23 Had they acted with their usual precautions they miglit have saved themselves any furthet' loss at the 1110111e11t hy throwing themselves flat among the mesquite. Dut this they did not think to do until three n101e had been made to bite the dust by shots in the back from the revolvers of Buffalo Bill and the Pawnee. The Indians had tried to escape death by flightback toward the cabin, and they did not even think to get out of line with the glow from the fire. Dut there was a coolet' head among them-that of the renegade leader. He was not overanxious to lead it1 his own person when the1e was a chance of being under fite. But he had the head to plan for the Cotrtanches. A command was yelled qt them from the tenegade, and in response eveiy wartior of them flung himself flat upot1 the ground. So they were blotted from the sight of Buffalo Bill and Red Plume as completely as though the earth had swallowed them. Dut the two scouts did not thi11k for an instant that the advance of the enemy was stopped. For that mat ter, it was only checked in the way of speed, for the Indians kept straight on toward the gully, crawling close to the ground and shielded by the shrubbery and the darkness that prevailed everywhere except within the narrow radius illumined by the burning cabin. "?\ow it is at closer quarters, unless we go back to the 1etteat. And once in there, now that they know where we are, and the location of both the ways out, we will be like rat. s in a trap. "They can keep t1s thete until we are starved out by having two or three stationed at each erid ready to shoot us as soon as we stick ot1r heads out of the hole." "Me rather fight 'em here," decided Reel Plume. This had been the decision of Buffalo Bill in the first ,place, although it was behet that Pawnee Bill remain in the retreat, since he could not a very active part in the defense. He could not run a step, and if there had been a horse close at hand it was doubtful if he could have mounted without help. As for Bertha, it would seem better that she remain under cover also, as it was unreasonable to expect that she could make the same kind of a fight in the open that e great scout and his Pawnee pard could ptit up. The decision made, the two scout.'3 acted with a cool ess of judgment which left no room for mistakes. The position behin

THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. But, as Buffalo Bill had said to Bertha Hallam, a white enemy of a determined character was more to be feared than the craftiest of red foes. While the remnant of the bunch of Comanches, who had been in the van of the advance, fell back in yelling and scrambling disorder, the renegade, taking good care to keep his own precious person out of range of those terrible marksmen, advanced so as to rally the red skins Otherwise the latter might have taken to their horses and fled from the spot altogether. Indeed, they had suf fered such losses already that they had little heart to continue the fight against opponents who seemed to be invincible. Besides, they believed that their enemies had been re inforced from some quarter. But the renegade, cool and observing, had been con vinced by the sound of the shots that the firing had been done by two pairs of hands only, with a revolver in each hand. He had heard that kind of shooting before, and knew the peculiar sound of it. "Is it over, Red Plume?" breathed Buffalo Bill, as he pumped the shells out of the cylinders of his weapons and filled them again with that rapidity which only an experienced hand, under such pressure of need, knows how to do. "Ugh! 'fraid not," was the brief answer. "We've got a white leader in the crowd to reckon with ; and that's why." Red Plume grunted his assent again. The hotter a fight, and the bigger the execution he had made in the ranks of his foes, the less he had to say. Buffalo Bill was convinced that the Comanches would be induced to advance again, and that some means would be used by the redskins to make the deadly enemy visible. He also believed that whatever was done would be executed at once, the better to give the scouts no chance to hatch up a new scheme for defense or escape. It had come to a bitter fight to the death, and Cody had no doubt about it. He knew that Pawnee Bill must be fretting over the situation all the while, and there was a &hance that the reckless fellow would out into the gully to see .what was doing and lend a hand. But there seemed to be no chance for Cody and his companion to return to the retreat to apprise the inmates of the situation. Our friends had not long to wait before they were to know the next move of the enemy. A silence like death continued for a quarter of an hour. Then, at the bottom of the gully, at a point only a few yards horn the tidge where the two scouts were crouching, a bright flame suddenly burst forth. The Indians had prep

THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. Then, a s the scout pounced upon the renegade, and so had his hands full, Bertha saw a Comanche leap toward him, and thrust his revolver against Buffalo Bill's throat. She, too, had a weapon of the same kind, and it was then that hers spoke-and the scout's life was saved, even as that of the renegade was extinguished like a candle. The moment it was over, and Buffalo Bill looked into her face, the girl sank down, weak and faint. The scout s eized her hand, bent toward her, and pressed his lips to hers-a mark of feeling that the great borderman had shown to but few women in his life. Hardly a word was spoken then. But there was no doubt left in the heart of Bertha Hallam that Buffalo Bill had dropped the last shadow of distrust that he might have entertained against her. Pawnee Bill, too, as his friend had feared, could not restrain himself longer from going out to take a hand in the battle s ounds of which came to his ears in the underground channel. He crawled along the bottom of the tully, dragging his rifle, and when the blaze kindled by the Indian s flared up, he crouched behind a hummock and began popping at every sign of a Comanche that, s howed it s elf in the vicinity. His effort s were not all wasted either and tbc y led the Indians to believe that they had been correct in' their suspicion that Buffalo Bill had recei v ed reinforcement s The Comanche s were not long in dis covering that their renegade leader had gone the way that so man y of th e ir own comrade s had taken, and thi s di s heartened them. They kept up a bluff of trying to wipe out their dreaded for only a short time. Then they scampered away through the gras s and squite back to where their horses were s taked. These they drove before them for some distance witht mounting keeping themselv es hidden, s o much did y dread showing themselves a mark for the rifles of ffalo Bill and Pawnee Bill. As soon as it became certain that the Comanche s had en up the fight, Buffalo Bill went to examine the body Red Plume. To his unspeakable delight, he found that the Fawnee living, and, although his wound, in the s hoi;lder, was painful one, prompt attention, such a s the scout was to give to it, would prevent its being dangerous. en Cody had finished dressing the wound of the Miee by the light of his lantern, with Pawnee Bill to lend a hand, he looked about them to see what become of Bertha Hallam. e found her bending over the dead renegade, gazinto man's bearded, yet handsome face. Buffalo Bill approached, she

THE BUFFALO BlLL STORIES. THE NEWS OF THE WORLD. Contr i butes to the Conscience Fun:f A man in Kittery, Me., who for more than a year has been sending monthly con tributions to the federal treasury, sent to President Taft a $2 bill for deposit in the CiJnscience fund. "I am sorry to keep troubling you in this manner," he wrote, "but I am anxious that all money shall reach its proper des tination, as it is close work saving it." Better Than Expect a tion s. The Federal government closed the fiscal year with a surplus of $32,ooo,00o, accord ing to estimates based upon inc-0111pletc re turns from the various sources of revenue the country over. This amount far ex ceeded the most sanguine expectations of Fr;inklin MacVea!!"h; the secretary of the treasury, who estimated that the surplus would be $10,250,000. The surplus at the close of the fiscal year 191 r was $-15,682,000. Thefailure of Congress to pass the gen eral deficiency and other appropriation bill:;, which would have called for large disburse ments in the closing days of the fiscal ye11r, helped the government to pile up its surplus Another big element in the figures was the corpori!tion tax, which, it is calculated, brought in $27,000,000, against $33,000,000 last year. c;ustoms receipts yielded about $310.000,-000 this fiscal year, against $314,0001000 last, while internal revenue taxes amounted to $292,000,000, against $289,000,000. The taxation on beer indicated that the American people consumed 63, 000,000 bar rels in the year. The government realized $149.000,000 on distilled spirits, $63,000,000 on beer and $70,000,000 on tobacco A C a b in the A ir The first aerocab actually constructed has bee;1 built in France for the use of Henri Deutsch De La Mcurthe. The cab body of the aeroplane, says the Chicago Tribw1e, will seat six passengers, who will be en abled to view the countr:y above which they are flying from the wmdows, which are made of mica. The airman's seat is for ward of the cab body, against which he leans, and a speaking tube is provided, through which the passengers may com municate with him. The machine is a Bleriot type monoplane. The p r opelle r of being forward, as in ordinary monoplane practice, is in the rear. The gasoline tank and motor occupy the space usually reserved on monoplanes for the airman and his passengers. The pr.opeller is exceptionally large and power ful, and the motor develops something more than one hundred horse power. Autogra phs by Wireles.5. Surprising results are being obtained in Italy by means of the new invention of a Turinese youth, Francesco De Bernocchi, called a "wireless iconograph." His apparatus is far in advance of any thing of the kind yet recorded It transmits, besides ordinary messages, autographs, shorthand, and all sorts of designs and cryptograms. Exact reproduction follows I trial. This trial has already extended over upon the interact i on of synchronic periods a couple of years, during which three of of electric waves in corres pondence with our number have languished and died. synchronic periods of helicoidal movements. Every one of us behind these steel bars is So simple is the arrangement that the transwrecked in health, and if the trial lasts mitter and receiver of this instrument may much longer none of us will survive to be applied with ease to any ordinary wire-hear the verdict of the jury. Lawyer Lioy less telegraphy plant. has been a true benefactor to us, but we General Spingardi, the Italian minister of implore, for the love of God, that he abridge war, is so much impressed by the enorhis oration. vVe have all come to the end mous advantages of the wireless icono-of our powers of resistance." graph for imparting orders and conveying Advocate Lioy waxed so furious at this sketches in time of war with the utm9st sudden intervention that, hurling execra sccrccy, that immediate arrangements Are tions at the occupants of the steel cage in being made to secure for Italy exclusive old-time prophetical style, he flung off his pas.session of the patent. toga, gathered together his enormous piles Fre n c h P olic;e to W ea r Armor. The recent scricl\ of murderous attacks by motor bandits upon the Paris, France, police has set .i\lons1eur Lepine seeking for some form of protective armor which will render his subordinates bullet proof when face to face with armed criminals. As a preliminary a special steel breast plate of the kind worn by the British Ii f e guards has been manufactured, and this was subjected to severe tests with a view to testing its bullet-stopping value. The armor. whith is intended to be worn under ordinary coat or overcoatt was placed upon a manikin, or lay ligure. When a detective, armed with a Browning revolver of small caliber, fired at the steel-protected manikin from a distance of fifteen yards, the bullet failed to penetrate. A heavier Browning was then tried, of the caliber of the weapon used by one of the notorious bandits in his last fight with the police. The results were less satisfactory from the point of view of the police. Two of the small steel plates forming the cuirass were completely shattered by the heavier bullet, which penetrated the body of the manikin. Lightness and impenetrability are the es sential qua l ities sought for in the police cuirass, and as the result of further experi ments it is believed these qualities will be obtained It is intended to add headpieces to protect the neck and face. When a satisfactory model has been found and approved Monsieur Lepine will have a number manufactured. These will be kept at police headquarters, and in future, when a Paris detective or policeman is about to proceed to arrest or search for a dangerous criminal he will first of all buckle on his armor. Begs L a wyer to Abridge Ora tory. An extraordinary piece of melodrama was enacted in the Camorra trial, at Vi terbo, Italy, recently, by the famous Nea p0lita11 lawyer, Lioy, who, defending all the Camorrist prisoners, has himself been con stantly attacked as a Camorrist by his col leagues during the trial. When he rose to resume his fiery ha rangue, which has already lasted over ten days, one of the caged criminals jumped to his feet, and, addressing the president, ex claimed: "Your excellency, my fellow prisoners and myself were five Y.ears in jail awaiting of papers and. all the exhortations of the presiding judge, strode contemptu ously out of court, ejaculating: f'vVe have finished We have finished! God help you aH!" Leaves F o rtune to Employees. A German merchant named Hinkel, resident in .i\loscow, Russia, has bequeathed his fortune, amounting to $2,500,000, to his em ployees. Through the dead man's muni licence seveYal dozen clerks, bookkeepers, packers, porters, and doorkeepers suddenly fintl themselves raised to affluence and partner ship in a well-established and lucrative busi ness. All members of the staff who have worked with the testator for at least five years share in the bequest. Their portions arc to be reckoned on the basis of the first annual wage multiplied by the number of years they have been in his service. Those who have worked for the firm less than fi Ye years are to receive a joint sum of $30,000, which is to be di vided according to wages and length of service. The testator also left $so,ooo to the poor of Moscow The staff have decided to organize the business inherited by them into a joint stock company. They have also decided to erect a handsome tombstone over their benefactor's grave, to build an asylum bear ing his name, and to continue contributing to various charities which the merchant sup ported during his lifetime. L a r gest Mammot h Skeleto n Mounted There has just been mounted for exhibi tion in the Royal Natural History l\lu seum, Stuttgart, Germany, a specimen which may certainly be regarded as the laTgest mammoth skeleton ever discovered. In August, 19rn, there were found at Steinheim, in the diluvial deposits of the River Murr, a tributary of the Neckar, in Swabia, a number of fossil bones, indicat ing the remains of 'an unusually large mam moth. As an indication of the huge char acter of the remains, it may be noted that the skull weighs nearly three-quarters of a ton, and the upper foreleg is 4 feet 6 inches long. After many months of painstaking search, a nearly complete skel@ton was ob tained and the remains removed under the care of Doctor Eberhard Fraas, a famous naturalist, to Suttgart, for the purpose of being mounte?. The work is now com-


THE BUFFALO BIL L STORIES plete, and this colossal framework towers above the visitor's head to a height of more than thirteen feet. The specimen is remarkable for the ab normal length of the legs, indicating a swift-moving animal, and for a degree of general lightness of frame, indicating ac tivity. The tusks are well shaped, with a slight semicircular curve, but are much less in size than the normal type, being only 7Y, feet in length, whereas many of the Si berian and American specimens have tusks double that size These features lead naturalists to regard it as a late type of the diluvian mammoth at a period when the transition to the smaller and more active elephant species was commencing. It is so fine a specimen that many natu ralists who have seen it have hoped that casts of at least the most important por tions of the skeleton should be obtained for the Natural History Museum, at South Kensington. D anes Wo nderf ul Farmers. The wonderful story of how the Danes, upon land but poorly suited to grazing and in the face of repeated reverses, have brought their country to a state of agri cultural prtisperity second only to England among the Old World countries, is told by Doctor Maurice Francis Egan, American minister to Denmark, who is now in Washington, D. C., on leave. Doctor Egan, together with several other of the American diplomatic officers in Europe, has, under instructions from the state department, made a thorough study of the "farmers' welfare" problem in the European countries, of the part played by the governments in advancing the material pros perity of the farmers, of the success of the farmers themselves in forming co operative societies for mutual assistance, and of the advantages secured to the whole people of those countries from the promo tion of their agricultural resources. Speaking of his recent lecture tour through the South, Doctor Egan said : "I was sent by the department of state to expose to dair;ymen, and farmers es pecially interested m dairying, the methods by which the Danes have become the most prosperous people agriculturally in Europe. When I say most prosperous, I mean by comparison, and taking into consideration the obstaclesthey have had to meet and overcome. "The wealth per capita of Denmark is comparatively next to that of England. This wealth, however, is equalized. There are no very rich people there. Every man is fairly well off, but the poorer he is the more carefully does he conserve his resources. Material well-being is as common in Denmark as education. "For instance, the only means of living which the Danes have is agriculture. Den mark, like Julius c;resar's Gaul of ancient days, is divided into three parts-butter, bacon, and eggs. Now, 'the government, being dependent upon the farmers, does everything in its pow-er to increase the num ber of small farmers, and this it has done by making money as cheap as possible for the farmers. It controls a great series of banks, managed somewhat after the man ner of the credit foncier. "An agricultural laborer in Denmark who has worked on a farm for five years, who is poor, and who has a character so good that two reputable members of the com munity will certify to it, may obtain from one of these banks a loan of about $1,582 in our money. He obtains this solely on his character and ability, and not by any material security he can off er. With this money he may purchase a farm of from 3Y, to 12 acres "This farm means live and dead stock on the land and the necessary implements for working it. The amount loaned by the bank covers probably nine.tenths of the value of the farm, not of the land, because land in Denmark is never sold merely as land. The farm is judged by the value of its production for, let us say, at least seven years in hard corn, which represents its ability to sustain dairy cattle and hogs. This is an example of the way in which the Dan ish government encourages the multiplica tion of small farms. "The tendency in Denmark was and is to the constant increase of the small farm ers, but the small farmer was practically nothing as an individual. To control the British market for fresh butter and the colonial market for canned butter, it was that they have capital; it was that their product be the same in quantity all the year around and always t.he same in quality. To standardize any prod uct, one must have an enormous quantity of that product and the power of control ling its quality. The Danish farmers, in order to do this, began to form coopera tive societies. knowledge of the facts is too recent and their meanings to the public too new. It is only now that sci entists and physicians are realizing the danger of germ transmission from laundries. "Take the case of consumption. Great progress has been made in preventing its spread and in showing the public how to take care of itself, and so keep free fro m the germs; but before Professor Poncet's experiments were made no one properl y realized that the danger of infection extended to the simple act of having one's garments washed. "Undoubtedly," he added, "there is far too great a laxity in the by-laws regulating public laundries I suggest the ne cessity of stringent laws compelling every laundry to use a steel sterilizing plant to purify every garment brought into the premises. Big, cylinderlike boxes into which all the laundry is placed, and steam under high pressure forced through every mesh and thread of the fabric, would effec tively kill the hidden germs. "To make the system effective, it would be imperative that the public laundries should undergo a careful and frequent in spection by officials under the jurisdiction of a department of health. Not only should the mthods of disinfecting each garment be superintended, but all peqons emp loyed shou!J f1om time to time be carefully ex amined to detect possible traces of diseases." "To-day the Danish farmer buys nothing individually. He uses no seeds until the)(. V acci natio n Ma y P r ev en t Choler a have been tested by experts furnished by Important experiments in vaccination the cooperative society. He buys his feragainst cholera made at the branah of the tilizers, soya beans, from Manchuria, cotPasteur Institute, in Tunis, France, have ton and meal from the United States, been reported to the Academy of Medicine, through the cooperative society. at Paris. Three French scientists, direct"He never kills his own hogs, though ing the Tunis Institute, having found by there are 500 hogs to every l,ooo persons in numerous tests that vibrions of Asiati c Denmark, but sends them to the cooperacholera do not multiply iq the blood of ani tive bacon factories, which were founded mals, determined to inoculate men with cul some time in the eighties, when Germany tures of the so-called comma bacillus, tak refused the Danish hog because of an outing themselves as subjects. Two injections break of swine fever. The Danes instantly of these microbes into the veins was fol founded, with the assistance of the governlowed oflly by very light feverishness. It ment, large cooperative bacon factories. In was afterward repeated many times, with order to make dairying possible, the Danes no ill effects. had to regenerate the land exhausted by Persons thus inoculated mre consider e d the lack of scientific treatment." from examination of the blood to be im- . mune from cholera, and afterward absorb e d L a und ries Disease C a rriers. into the stomach a quantity of bacilli withStriking danger to public health in all out taking the smallest harm. large cities and towns is suggested by the Although it is pointed out at the Acad recently published results of experiments emy of Medicine that these isolated ex made by Professor Poncet, of Paris, with periments dd not absolutely p r ove the effithe of consumptives He found cacy of the vaccination method, it is conthat the perspiration of .. almost all tubercusidered they are of the highest value to Jar patients contains germs of the disease. medic i ne and must be followed up without Further investigation revealed the startling delay. ' fact t,iat after the garments of these persons return from the laundry they still con-Book Agent JOO Years Old. tain traces of the disease. George Clinton Paine, of 89 Clinton Ave-If we stop to think of the variety of nue, Newark, who recently celebrated his soiled clothes which find their way into the hundredth birthday, discussed politics and wash from all classes of persons, together woman suffrage as he sat on the front with our own linen, we must realize the porch of his home. Mr. Paine is inter full significance of Professor Ponce's disested in the doings of the democratic con covery vention, at Baltimore. He said that both Investigation among some of the largest Champ Clark and Woodrow Wilson we r e laundries in London, England, has elicited good men to nominate for President, and the fact that there is no doubt that infec-that he will be glad to vote for eithe r of tions have been transferred through the them if he is still living when election day handling of soiled clothing. In none of comes in November. the laundries visited were steps taken to Mr. Paine cast his firs'!: vote for An sterilize the great bulk of the clothing drew Jackson, and has voted a straight brought in for cleansing. Democratic ticket ever since except when "But," said a well-known bacteriologist he cast a. ballot for Lincoln. He said that in the Lister Institute, this does not mean he never regretted that vote. He said that that the laundries should be blamed. The at one time he wasn't in sympathy with


T H E B UFFAL O BILL STORI ES woman sffrage but that he is now. Anvw<1y, he added, wonwn usu111ly get they want. Mr. Paine lives with his d<111ghtrir p.t t h e Clifton Avenue house, but hii is not de Pllndent on any one He i& a book agent, ;md has fallowed that busin!)ss for ye<1rs. He is well known in the Opngiis, Mont ciair, at}d Ncmlrk,. and he trav.els qaijy from place to place alon!l Ee was porn in Elt11ir<1, N Y., which w a s then Newton, 011 Jul y 9 1812. His fF.ther was oqe of the cl1ief factors in hav ing the name changed from N ewtQ11 to Elmira. When 11e WflS a boy, }\1r Paine said he witnessed bqttles with lni:)ians in pper New York State. He also said he w<1s <1 witqess to a peace settl.e111i::11t between t h e Se1wca Indians and white men. Want Spa,row Exter111lnatecf, I n a bulletin just issued by the United Sta tes biologica l survey treatin g on the English sparrow, the winged rat of the ai r and advocating his destruction, it i& shown that he is a delicious article of diet, and much us!!d for this purpose in the countries where he is a native. The spar row is much more cleanly than the chick1m or the bog, and those who have eaten him, say that he makes a delicious potpie. In order to get rid of these pests, which are rapidly driving off and exterminating our small insectivorous and song b irds, Jn the 0 pen suggests that the sportsn1en use them in trap shooting, instead of live pigeons. They can trapped by the thou sands, and the small bqy would enter heart ily into the matter, provided he was paid a few cents per bird. Experience has shown us that putting a price on a bird, either for meat or feathers, spells its extermination; so that if a live sparrow is worth 5 cents for trap snooting and one or two for meat, it would not be long before it were something of the past. R a re Stamp s Bri o g Good Prices. A small room in Nassau New York, was crowded recently at the sale of two sets of rare starrips by the Phil ade l phia Stamp Comp!ny. These two sets consisted of two blocks of six, one a five-cent stamp bearing the head of Franklin a n d the other a ten-cent stamp qearing that of Washing ton, and together representing the first stamps ever issaed by the govern111en t in this country, in 1847. in the United St11tes are without at least a nine-hole course. Five years ago it was said there wpre a quarter of a 111illio11 goj f ers iq i\merica. To-day there are i::ertainl hfl l f a rrii Jlion. It is a bit difficlt to esti mate the number of balls used, for players vJ.lt thl!re is a new insti ttion in London abo).lt whicJl there ne yer is an:y co111pJaint, and that is the clogs' home, flt Bilttersea, for wpjch ratepf1yers are not taxed, bl!t which is 111aintained by voluntary subscri,tions. If your is Jost, go to the dogs' )1ome, rts. Jpcreases m bath export& and imports are shown by a st;i.tement of thp foreign com merce of the Uqited States for the month


y a11d for tpe eleven mo11t)ls ending ay, mi!de pbljc to-day by co m and labor department's of tics. folPorts for May totalled ip $155,7101573, as compared with $129,for the month a year <1go, and total for the eleven months ending witp ay was $r,522,246,824, against $1.404'418,1. With exports, totals were $r75,4o3,058 r May, r912, ilgains t $r5;3,152,353 for May, n. plld $2,o66,IJ6,667 'for tjie e l even nths ending with May, rn12, against $1, ,6l3,462 for the same period last year. The statement shows a deqdeq fallirg off n exports of food stqffs, in crude cpr1ditions, and foocl apimals, and a cprr!'lspondi11g increase in iq1portations of these prod uct s I To Restore the Garden pf Eden, A plan discussed in Denver, Colo., six years ilgo which provided for the reclainf! tion of the Garden of Eden, the origina l summe r resort of history, is about to be come a reality. The ipvolved in th e undertaking will cost about $30,0001000. A dispatch from London 'st

crowds guessing. Everybody thought he was "Teddy" and he let them think so till they got wise and quit rubbering. He even had the reporters guessing, and more than one astute scribe thought he was go ing to secure "a beat" on his fellows when he cornered John M. and asked for the latest. Guess John M. will remember the experience as long as he lives. and many a person who shook hands with him will always think they met "Teddy." Taking Trip Around the World on Wager. William Eisinhuth, a young Brooklyn lawyer, has left on a trip around the wor)d, and at the same time his friend and college classmate, Francis Lloyd, will leave San Francisco on a similar trip, but going in the opposite direction. Eisinhuth is to travel east and Lloyd is to journey west. It has been agreed that each shall travel on foot or by boat when necessary, and such money as is necessary foc expenses must be earned while en route. A $3,000 wager has been made that the trip will be made within a year. Germany Ranks Second in Industrial Pursuits. Krupp's famous gun factory in Essen, Germany, now employs 45,000 skilled work men, as against 12,000 thirty years ago Forty years ago, Germany was a purely agricultural country. It ranks second in industrial pursuits, and the population keeps pace with this development. Thirty years ago its population numbered 45,000.-000; to-day it is j2.ooo,ooo, evidencing a drility that makes for continuous advancement. Traveling from Flushing to Berlin the railroad passes through an avenue of fac tories more than three hundred miles long and all of them working overtime. Farm lands have been converted into city lots and whole villages ar.e being torn down to be replaced by five and six-story city dwellmgs-not an old house to be seen anywhere-and in passing by the sky line js r e d with the tile roofs of new dwellings. J ndividual wealth has grown enormously with it, but they are hard workers, the people of Germany, and the push and en ergy displayed on every side is most as tounding. In Germany every one speaks one or two languages in addition to his own. A clerk is not admitted into a banking in stitution, no matter how lowly the character of his work is to be, unless he can at least fluently speak and write one foreign language. Man of Mystery Dies, Within a few hundr.i:d yards of a beach. where fifty-one years ago two fishermen found him with his legs amputated "Ge rome," Nova Scotia's man of mystery, died recently, silent to the end about his iden tity. Although he undoubtedly possessed the power of speech, Gerome had con Yersed with any one in the half century he had been cared for by Didier Comeau and the latter's sons and daughters. Durii1g all of this time Gerome had remained a mystery to the settlers here, most of whom are known as "returned Acadians," being the descendants of the compatriots of Evangeline, who returned to this part of their adopted country after their expulsion by the English in Ii55Away back in summer of 1861, ac-THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. cording to tradition, a ship different from those usually seen off the Nova Scotia coast put off a small boat which made for the shore and deposited above the tide line an object that several hours later was discovered to be a m

--ISSUED EVERY TUESDAY BEAUTIFUL COLORED There is no need of our telling Amer ican r .ead.ers how interesting the stories of the adventures of Buffalo Bill, as scout and plainsman, really are These stories have been read exclusively in this weekly for many years and are voted to be masterpieces dealing with Western adventure. Buffal o Bill is more popular to-day than he' ever was, and, consequently, everybody oug.t t to kno w all there is to know abioi1t him. In no manner can you become so thoroughly acquainted with the actual habits and life of this great man, as by reading the BUFFALO BILL STORI. ES. We give a list of all of the back numbers in print. You can h ave y our news-dealer order them or they will be sent direct by publishe r s to any addres s upon receipt o f the pric;e in m o ney o r oiifi:::::: : g g g 352-Buffalo Bill on Deck . ............ 5 436-BufTalo Bill at Sa l t River Ranch .... 5 518-Buffalo Bill and the Indian 'Girl. ... 5 :lr.3-Bulfalo 'B ill and the Broncho Buster. 5 437-Buffal o Rill's Panhandle Mau-hunt .. 5 519-Bulfalo Bill Across the Rio Grande .. 5 354-Bnfl'alo Bill's Great Round-up ....... 5 438-Buffalo Bill at>iJlossom Range ..... 5 520-Bufralo llill and the Headless Horse355-Bufralo Bill's Plc>dge ............... 5 439Buffa l o Bill ai.d .Juni1wr Joe ...... 5 man .......................... 5 3ii6-Bufralo Bill's C'owlJoy Pnrd ........ 5 440Bufl'alo Bill's 1"ina l Scoop .......... 5 521-Bufralo Rill's Clean Sweep ........ 5 31i7-Bufl'alo Bill and the Emig-rants .... 5 441-Bufl'alo Bjll at l'lear wn,lev ..... ..... 5 522-Huffalo Bill's Handful of Pearls .. 5 :!58-Buffalo Bill Among the Pueb l os .... 5 442-Bulfnlo Hill's ""inning llnnd ........ 5 523-Bulfalo Bill's Pueblo Foes ......... 5 3a9-Buffal o Rill's Four-footed P ards ..... 5 44:J-HufTnlo Biffs ('inch ('laim .......... 5 524-Bufl'alo Rill's Taos ......... 5 360-Ruffalo Bill's ............ 5 444-Buffah Rill's Comrndrs ............ 5 525-Buffnlo Hill and the Pawnee Prophet 5 362-Bufralo Bill's Pick-up .......... .... 5 445-Rulfnlo nm in thr Bnrl Lnnrls ....... 5 526-Ruffnlo Rill ancl Old Waacleroo .... 5 363-Buffalo Bill's Quest: .............. 5 446-Bufl'nl o Hill anrl thr Roy Bn,glrr ..... 5 527-Bufralo Hill's J\Irl'ry War, ... ...... 5 364-Bufralo Rill's Waif of thr Pin ins .... 5 447-B uff nlo Btll and the nrnth e n Chinee. !'\ 528-Bufl'alo Rill and Gr inly Dan .... : .. 5 366-Ruffalo Bill Among the Mormons .... 5 448-Bufl'alo Bill nnd thr Chink War ..... 5 Rill at Lone 'J'ree Gap ...... 5 367-Buffalo Bill's Assistance ............ 5 4a0-Bul1'nlo Rill's Srcret Message ....... 5 13:!0-Bufralo Bill's 'J'ra\I of Death ....... 5 : : g Bil! the 5 mn : : g 370-Ruffalo Rill's Strong Arm ...... ; .. 5 4n2-Buffnlo Pill's T.nnrsome 'l'rall ...... r; :'i:l3-Bul1'alo Rill on Lost River ......... 5 372-Buffalo Bill's Iron RraC'elrts ........ 5 453-Rnffnlo Bill' (lirnt'l'v ............... 5 t.34-BufTnlo Hill's Th\mderbolt ........ . 5 374-Ruffalo Bill's .Jad e Amulet ......... 5 454-Rufl'alo Rill hi nenclwnncl ........... 5 r.:i!'i-Buffnlo Hill's Sioux Cil'cus ... .. .' ... 5 377-Buffalo Rill's Bridge of Fire ........ 5 455-Rufl'nlo P ill's Firs t A lit ............ r; tiS6-Rnffalo Hill's Sioux Tackle ......... 5 378-Buffalo Bill's Bowle ................ 5 456-Rufl'alo J>ill a'lcl Old Moonlight .... !'i 537-Buffnlo Bili aud tbe Talkinl( Statue .. 5 370-Buffalo Bill's Paystreak ........... 5 457-Bufl'nlo Pill nenniil .............. ., !'\ ri:l8-Bu!l'alo Rill's l\I rclicinc Trail .. .' ... .. 5 380-Buffalo Bill's Mine ................. 5 4!'i8-Rnl1'nl o BilNhrowhnck ........... 5 5:!9-RulTnlo Rill and the Knife Wizard . 5 381-Buffal o Rill's Clran-up ............. 5 41i9-Buffnlo Pill's !!ht Pnseen" ....... 5 540-Bulfnlo Rill nncl the Reel .. 5 382-Buffalo Bill's Ruse ................ 5 460-Bulfnlo Pill's New rnrd .......... '.. r; f\41-Bnlfalo Rill and the Prnirie orsu rs 5 383-Buffalo Bill Overboard ............. 5 461-Ruffnlo Rill' s "Win!?rd Victory" ..... 11 r.42-Bufralo Bill's Scarlet Plckup ....... 5 384-Buffalo Bill's Ring ..... . .......... 5 462-Bull'nlo J>ill's Plrres-of-ei!?ht .... ... 11 U43-Bnl1'nlo Bill's Mental Mnglc ......... 5 385-Buffalo Bill's Big Contract. ........ 5 4fl3-Ruffnlo Pill nnil thr F.iJ?ht Vaqurros. 11 li44-Rufl'nlo Rl11 ancl the Lost Indian .... 5 386-Buffal o Bill and Calamity .Tune ..... 5 4fl4-Bul1'nlo Rill's nnlurky ....... Fi li4n-Bu1Inlo Hill s ConqueRt ............ 5 Rill's Drsperate Plight. ..... 5 4fl!'i-Rul1'nlo P.ill's Apnrhr C'lne ......... Fi '146-BufTalo Bill's Waif of thr West .... 5 390-Buffalo Bill and the Yelping Crew ... 5 4fl6-Bul1'alo Pill nnn the AnachP Totem .. !'\ 547-RufTnlo Rill's Juggle With Fate ..... 5 391-Bulfalo Bill's Guiding Tl and." ... 5 467-Bnffalo .Bill's flolden Woncler ....... Fi r\48-Rull'alo Rill and the Basilisk ...... 5 3!l2-Buffalo Rill's Queer Qurst ......... 5 4fl8-Ruffnlo Rill's Flretn N!CiO-Ruffalo Bill and th' Sorceress ..... 5 3!l4-Buffalo Rill's Tlurrkane Hustle ..... 5 470-Bull'alo Pill nnil the Mining Shark .. Fi 1\fll-Bufl'alo Rill la thr Ute Outbreak ... 5 395-Buffalo Bill's Star Play ............ 5 471-Rnll'nlo Rill nnii the ('attle Barons .. Fi !152-Rufl'nlo Rill and the Border B elle . 5 39fl--Buffalo Rill's Bluff ................ 5 472-Rnffnlo Rill's LonJ! Oclcls ........... ;; :'ir'i!l-Buffnlo Rill's Lost Trail .......... 5 397-Buffalo Bill's Trackers ............. 5 473-Bnfl'alo Rill. the Pracrmakc r ....... !'\ nr.4-Bnffnlo Rill's l'lrver C'aptnre ...... 5 398-Bnffalo Bill's Dutch Pa rd .......... 5 474-Bulfnlo pms p,.nmisr to Pnv ....... Fi 5f>5-Ruffnlo Rill and th White Chief .... 5 399-Bufl'alo Rill nnd the Bmvo ......... 5 47n-Ruffalo Rill's Dlamonil TTitrh ....... Fi n:i6-Rul1'alo Rill and the Gambler ....... 5 400-Buffalo Bill and the Quakrr . .... 5 47fl-Ruffnlo Blll nncl the Wherl of Fntr. Fi li'17-Rulfnlo Rill ancl thl' Rinck Pnrson . 5 401-Bofl'al o Rill's Pnrknge of Death ..... 5 47 7-Buffnlo Rill nnit the Poo l of Mystrry Fi r.!'i8-Ruffal o Rill nnd the T o ll .... 5 402-Buff alo Bill's Treasure Cache ....... 5 481-Tlulfnlo Rnl's Tiltimatnm .......... Fi !'iCi!l-R uffal o Rill nnd the Blue l\fasks .... 5 403--Buffalo Bill's Private War ......... 5 482-Rufl'nlo nn1 t. ................ !'i !'iflO-Buffnlo Bill nod the Valley Terrors .. 5 404-Boffalo Bill and the Troubl r Ilnntr r 5 483-Rulfnl o Pill anrl the Ponca Raldrrs Fi !'\61-Tluffnlo Bill 01nd the Rnnrhcr9 King. 5 405-Buffalo Rill and the Rope Wizard ... 5 484-Bnffnlo Rill's Rnlrlrst Stroke ....... r; !lfl2-Ruffnl o Rill nncl the Affair of IJonor 5 406--Buffalo Bill's Fiesta 5 4Rn-Bul1'alo Rill's F:nl!?mn ............. !'\ fifl:l-Rufl'nlo Rl11 nnd thP Ranger Robbers. 5 40L Buffalo Rill Among the Cheyennes . 5 5 486--Ruffalo Rill's Bloekaile ........... 5 !'ifl4-Rufl'alo Rill's Blizzard Pards ...... 5 40 Ruffalo Rill R es l e i: e a .. .. .. .. 5 487.'._Buffnlo Rill anil Glldrd Clique ... !'i fiflfi-Bnffalo Rill's lncllan Allies ......... 5 : : : : 489-Ruffalo Bill nnil the Roomers ..... . ;; fi6fl-Ruffalo Rill Snowbound ............ 5 411 B 5 5 490-Ruffalo Rill Cnlls a Halt ....... .. n !'i'17-Bufl'nlo Bill's Ghiva lr:v .. . 5 ufl'alo Bill and the Spec t rr........ 492-Ruffalo Bill's o. K ................ r; n68-Rull'nlo nm on the Mexican Borc!Pr .. 5 412-Buffalo Bill and the Red Feathers. g 4!l4-Bulfalo RilP's Transfer ............. 5 569-Buffnlo Bill and the Conspirator Cap 413-Ruffalo Rill's King Stroke.......... 495-Buffa.Io B!ll and the R e d Horse Hunttain .................. .. 5 g 'nifr's' Dangerous' .. .. 55 4fl8-Rull'alo Tllll at Tinajn W e ll s ........ !'i '171-Rufl'nlo on e a a e rat , 417-Bufralo Dill and His Winged Para ... 5 4fl9-Buffalo Bill and t h e Men of M endon. 5 !'i72-Bulfnl o Bill and the OvNland Outlnws ) 418-Buffalo Bill at Babylon Bar ........ 5 500-Rufl'nlo nm at Rainbow's End ...... i'i 5 73-Buffal o Bill and the Boy Regulators . 5 419-Bnffalo Bill's Long Arm ........... 5 501-Bufl'alo Bill a d the Russian Plot ... 5 1174-Rnffnlo Rill and the R ed Buzzards .... 5 421-Buffalo Bill's Rkc l Arm Para ....... 5 i'i02-Bufl'al o Rill's Red Triangle .. ... .... 5 '17!'\-Rufl'alo Rl11 and the Rrd Butterfly .... 5 422-Buffa lo Bill's Aztec Gnide .......... 11 !i03-Buffnlo Rill's Royal Flush .......... r; 576-Bnfl'alo Rill and the Va lley Vigilantes. 5 423-Buffalo R!ll and Little Firefly ...... 5 r.04-Buffnlo Bill's Tramp Pard .......... 11 577-Rulfalo Rill and the Silk Lasso ....... 5 424-Buffalo Bill In the Aztec City ....... 5 {10fl-Buffalo Bill's Crow Scouts .......... 5 578-Rufl'a l o Rill and the Gold Boomers . 5 425-Buffalo Rill's Balloon Escane ...... 51 i'i<17-Buffa l o Bl11's Opium Case .......... 5 5 79-Buffn l o Rill In Lost Valley ......... 5 426--Buffalo Rill and the G uerrillas . .... 5 508-Rufl'a l o Bill's Witchcraft ........... !'\ 580-Bufl'nlo Rl11 nnd the Apache Dwarfs .. 5 427-Buffalo Bill's Border War .......... 5 fi09-Buffa l o Bill's M ountain Foes ........ 5 581-Buffalo Bill nnd thr R e d Rattlers ... 5 428-Buffalo Bill's Mexican Mix-up ....... 5 !'ilO-Buffa l o Bill's Bnttle Cry ........... Fi 582-Bufl'al o Bill's Outlaw Allies ........ 5 429-Buffalo Bill and the Gamecock ...... 5 !ill-Ruff a l o Bill's Fight the Right ... 5 583-Bufl'nlo Bill's Queer P a rd . ......... 5 430-Buffalo Bill and the C heyenn e Raiders 5 1\12-Buffalo Rill's Barbecu e ............. 5 584-Buff a l o Bill's Strange Prisoner ...... 5 431-Buffalo Bill's Whirlwind Finish. . . 5 5 13-Buffalo Bill and the Red R e negade .. 5 585-Buffa l o Bill's Daring Drover ....... 5 4!12Bufl'alo Rill's Santa Fe Serret ... ... 11 r.14-Buffnlo Bill and the Apache Kid .. .'. 5 586-Buffa l o Rill's Young 'l'railer ... ...... 5 433-:-Buffalo Bill and the Taos T error .... 5 515-l;luffalo Bill at the Copper Barriers. 5 587-Buffal o Bill and the War Hawk ...... S If you want any back numbers of ou r weeklies and cannot procure them from your newsdealer, they can be obtained direct from this office. P ostage-stamps taken the same as m oney. STREET & SMITH, 79 SEVENTH AVENUE, NEW YORK


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