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Young Wild West and the charmed arrow, or, The white lily of the Kiowas
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Wild West Weekly
An Old Scout
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Frank Tousey
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The ,f / m;c il Wul.:lg-By $2.5 0 per year. Application made f<>r .nd-Cla& Entr y at N. Y. PostO .f!icc. White Lily suddenly appeared on the scene. "Stop! she cried, placing herself in front of Young Wild West; "th.e charmed arrow has pinned a lock of hair of the paleface brave to the tree and he must ow go


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WILD A Magazine Containing Stories, Sketches, Etc., of Western Ltfe. Issued Weekly-By Subscription $2.50 per yeilr. Application made for Second Cla$8 entrv at the New York N. Y Post OJ!lce. Ente1ed according to Act of Cong1ess, in the year 1903, in the office of the Librarian o} CongreBB, Washington, D. C., by Frank Tousey, :U Union Squa1e, New York. No. 42. NEW YORK, AUGUST 7, 1903. Price o Cents. Young Wild West and the Charmed Arrow; tbJtRRY M. L.ANE. THE WHITE LILY OF THE KIOWAS. By AN OLD SCOUT CHAPTER I. THE SEAROH FOR THE WHITE LILY BEGINS. A few years ago that section of the country that makes up the dividing lines between the States of Colorado, Ne braska and Kansas was almost a trackless wilderness While the Indians had been pretty well subdued by the advance of civilization, it was not exactly safe at all times for small parties to pass through this particular section of the great and growing West. It >vas a warm day in August on which our story opens. The muddy waters of the Arickaree Fork fl.owed sluggishly, and the willows that lined the bank hung low as though try ing to hide their roots from the burning sun. It was near the hour of noon, and beyond the rippling of the water and the singing of the birds in the grove of cottonwoods that extends to within a few yards of the river bank, not a sound could be heard. Suddenly the sharp report of a rifle breaks the stillness and the birds are hushed for a second or two, while the rip pling water goes right on. Quickly following the report of the rifle a voice exclaims: "I've got him, boys! Now, I reckon we'll have bear steaks for supper." The speaker was a tall, fine-looking man of thirty, at tired in a buckskin hunting suit. He stood with one hand on a tree and the other holding a still smoking rifle, and the look that shone from his eyes .fas one of satisfaction, for lying on the ground a few yards off was the carcass of a big brown bear. The man walked leisurely over to the beast he had shot, and drawing his keen-edged hunting knife, proceeded to bleed the slain bear and remove the pelt. While he was thus engaged three horsemen came upon the scene, one of them leading an extra horse, which was no doubt the property of the hunter. Two of the new arrivals were nothing mo;,e than boys oi nineteen or twenty, while the other was a young man who walked with a decided limp when he dismou:e.ted. One of the boys was very striking in appearance. Of medium height, square-shouldered and muscular-look ing, with a handsome face and feanless, dark eyes, he made a perfect picture of what he was-a true Western boy. His long, chestnut hair hung down over his shoulders, and the fancy but durable suit of buckskin, trimmed with red fringe, but added to his and commanding ap pearance. This was Young Wild West, the Prince of the Saddl-e, Champion Dead-shot of the West, wealthy mine owner, and a host of other titles that had been given him by the various people he had come in contact with during his adventurous career on the plains and mountains of the Wild West He was brave almost to rashness. The man skinning the bear was Cheyenne Char l ie, a former Government scout, who had never been known t o fl.inch in the time of danger. The other8 were Jim Dart and Jack Robedee. Jim was


YOUNG WILD WEST AND TIIE CHAlUfED ARROW. about the age of Wild, and Jack was nearly ten years his senior. Jack had lost a leg in a fight with some cattle ropers a few months before, and he now wore an arti.ficial limb that, with the exception of a limp when he walked, made him appear as though he had never lost the member of hi s body, and that he was simply the victim of a sore foot. Anyhow, .Tack had the cork leg encased in a boot, ju st the same as his good one was, and he could hold his seat in the saddle with the greatest of ease. These four were the original partners in a rich claim at Weston in the Black Hills, and they had come to the section of country they were now in on a rather peculiar mission. About two weeks before the oyening of our story a gen tleman had called upon Young Wild West and, after a long talk and earnest persuasion, induced him to go in search of a white girl, who was supposed to be living with the Kiowa Indians. She had bee n stolen .from her home when she was a mere child, and would now be about seventeen years of age, so the man, who was her uncle, said. It was rather a difficult matter to hunt up the girl und er such circumstances, the whole thing being based upon sup position, with the exception that it was a known fact that she had been carried off by the Kiowas when a little child. they should .find the Lily of the Kiowas, and that she should really be the girl they had come in seatch of, they would have little trouble in getting her to go to her uncle. "I guess this is as good a place as any to stop for dinner, boys," remarked Young Wild West, as he loosened the saddle-girths and took the bit from bis horse's mouth, so thti animal could get a goon chance at the succulent grass that grew in abundance in a low, damp spot to the left of them. "That's right," retorted Jack Robcdee, as he followed the example of the young leadEf. Soon all four of the horses \.ere tied with lariats where they could get both fu... and water, after which the three about to gather up twigs to start a fire on the higher ground. Meanwhile Cheyenne Charlie went on with his work o.f i:kinning the bear. When he had accomplished this much he cut off the hams, and after washing them in a little brook that was one of the tributaries to the river, he rubbed them with salt and hung them on a convenient limb. "Ther coyotes kin have ther rest -0f ther carcass," he remarkeJ, as he fixed the pelt witn salt and rolled it up. ';While some of ther meat is pretty good that's left there, ther hams are ther main parts of a bear, an' we don't want ther rest of it. I s'pose ther coyotes have got to live, as well as ther rest of us." Robedee got around r emarkably lively for a man with a cork leg. Young Wild West would never have attempted s uch a task if he had not heard from an old woodsman but a short time before that fhere was a beautiful young white maiden living with the Kiowas, and that she was a sort of princess He always wanted to do the biggest part of the cooking among them, almost ruling them, in fact. when the four were out together, and he was now busy She was called the White Lily, and was so beautiful as ing a pot of coffee and getting some buffalo steaks to broil io command the respect of the lowest order of mankind. "She's a white lily for fair," the old woodsman had ing. told Wild, "an' a sight of her would do you good." They did not intend to eat any of the bear me t before So when our hero heard the story of Bascom Walters, the suppe r time, as they wanted to allow the animal hea( to uncle of the stolen child, he was not long in connecting it get out of it .first. with the yarn the woodsman had told him of the White The buffalo had been shot the day before by Young Wild Lily of the West at a distance of six hundred yards, and they bad cut And the result was that he set out with his three partners enough of the best meat from it to last them a couple oi search for her. days. For two days the four had been roughing it on the prairie But Cheyenne Charlie always preferred bear meat to any and in the woods without meeting a human being. other kind, and when he had seen the tracks of bruin he had Young Wild West knew they had reached the region that promptly dismounted and started after him. was known as the hunting grounds of the ltiowas, but be-In a few minutes after our .friends had dismounted and yond the fact that they had struck an Indian trail that was picketed their horses a comfortable little camp had been days old, there was nothing to indicate that the redskins formed in the grove of cottonwoods on the banks of the were in that section. Arackaree Fork. The Kiowas were supposed at that time to be at peace Thou gh he did not really think there was any danger of with the whites. an attack from Indians, Young Wild West advised his com-They were not very friendly toward the Comanches, panions to keep a sharp watch. though, and every now and then there would be a fierce "There is no telling what might happen," he said. "It fight between the two tribes. may be that the Comanches are up ihis way, and then again, Sometimes the Government would have to send out troops the Kiowas might be in a revengeful mood. We don't want to quiet these disturbances, and then the result would be a to be s urprised by any of them, for that matter, whether general uprising which would last for several weeks, perthey are friendly or on the war-path." haps. "That's right," retorted Cheyenne Charlie. "Wild, you Things had been very quiet for six months or more in are always ready to meet friend or foe haH way. You that part of the country, and Wild was in hopes that wasn't brought up in the wildest part of our big country J -------


' YOUNG WILD WEST AND TIIE CHAHMED ARROW. 0 for nothin'. You fellers go ahead an' eat your supper; I'll take a little walk around an' see hqw ther land lays." The scout picked up his rifle and moved toward the river bank, and the rest started in to eat the meal Jack had pre pared for them. Though they clike upward in curling rings. He kept on walking till he reached the edge of the little grove. Then, after looking both up and down the river, he sat down on a fallen tree. Jack had not been sitting there long when he noticed a clump of logs floating down the river. 'l'here was nothing peculiar about this, as such occur rences were frequent. But Jack began to think there was something peculiar about it, for all that. 'There were at least half a dozen logs in this particula r clump, and they appeared as though they were fastened together. The logs were lapped over each other at the ends in the down-stream direction, and were raised out of the water a couple of feet or more. "What in blazes does that mean, anyway?" Robedee mut tered, as he knocked the ashes from his pipe. "It looks as though a part of a log cabin has tumbled into ther river. By Jove! I guess that's jest what it is." Slowly the :floating bunch or logs came toward him, ancl keeping his seat on the fallen tree, he waited. In another minute it was almost opposite to him, and within a yard or the bank. Jack got up, and putting away his pipe, wallrnd over to investigate. Suddenly he gave a start. If his eyes did not deceive him he saw the outlines of a big canoe through the chinks in the logs. He raised his rifle, for he instantly f!ealized that there was danger lying in that clump of floating logs. And so there was, for the next instant a snake-like coil whizzed through the air and a noose caught Jack about the Hee:k and tightened so suddenly that he did not realize what had happened. Then he was jerked forward into the river with a splash l When his head came to the surface a second later he saw the ugly, painted facP.s of two Indians within a foot of him. The noose was drawn so tightly about his throat that he was in danger of strangulation, so he became an easy prey to the redskins. They had been lying low in the canoe that was shielded from view by the logs, and with guttural exclamations of satisfaction, they hauled Jack into the canoe. Between the water that he had swallowed and1 the extra tightening of the lariat as they hauled him in the little craft, Robedee lost consciousness. But it was not for long, though, and when he opened his eyes a little later and realized what had happened, he found himself bound and gagged in the stern of the canoe, which was being propelled rapidly up the stream by the two Indians. "Thunderation !" thought Jack, who was really more sur prised than frightened. "This beats anything I ever had to happen to me These fellows are Kiowas, as sure as I live! I wonder what they want of me, anyhow?" In five minutes the canoe was behind a bend and well shielded from the view of any one who might be looking from the grove of cottonwoods. Then the Indians sped the era.ft along faster, since they were not afraid that the noise they made would be heard. Ten minutes passed. The rel1skins paid not the least attention to their cap tive, but seemed anxious to get to some particular spot up the river. He had been a captive many times before, and he knew how uselss it was to waste his strength when he was curely bound:. CHAPTER II. YOUNG WILD WEST FINDS J.AOK ROBEDEE. Cheyenne Charlie il.evoted about ten minutes to the eating uf his noonday meal. "I feel better now," he remarked when he got up. "How Jong are you goin' to stay here, Wild?" ''Only long enough to give the horses a chance to fill up," was the reply. "I think we had better push on up the I


4 YOUNG WILD WEST AND THE CHARMED ARROW river. We may strike some roving band 0 Indian s and from them get some information concerning the White Lily. At any rate, we will no doubt be able to find out i the r e is really such a thing as a White Lily among the Kiowas." "That's so," Jim Dart assented, as he got up from the ground and walked toward the river. "I hope we strike one pretty soon. This has been quite a tame trip, so far." "It will be lively enough beore we git through, I r eckon," remarked the scout. "We're in Injun territory now, an' i we don't have things jumpin' before we leave it I'll miss my guess. I never seen them behave themselves, whether they at peace with ther paleac es, or whether they wasn t. It's their nature to make trouble, an' jest as quick as they find us ridin' around through here they'll be gin to make trouble for us, see if they don't." "You are right, Charlie," said Young Wild West. "Jim, just call Jack. I guess the horses have eaten enoug!h. Spitfire acts as though he is anxious to be off." Spitfire was the name of Young Wild West's famous sor rel stallion, a steed that he had tamed and made :.0 do anything that a horse could do. The sorrel was the swiftest horse Wild or hi s fri e nds had evei seen, and more than once he had bee n the means of saving the life of his dashing young rider. Jim went out to call Jack, while Wild and Charlie got the horses ready. Jim looked all around, but could not see a sign of Robedee. Then he began calling him. But he received no response. Not only did he become suspicious that something was wrong, but Wild and the scout did, also. "What's the matter, Jim? Can't you find him?" asked Wild, and he led his horse out of the grove to the river bank. "No," was the reply. "It is mighty queer where he went. I can't see him anywhere, and he does not answer when I call him. Something must have happened, or Jack would not be apt to stray very far from here, handi capped by his cork leg as he is." Dart scratched his head in a puzzled manner. Then Wild tied his horse to a sappling aioJ.d took ai look around. He was looking for Jack's trail, and soon found it. He soon saw where he had walked over to the fallen tree, but beyond that he could find no tracks, as the ground between that spot and the water's edge was very hard and dry. Then he began looking around in the grass a few eet from the fallen tree. There were no tracks there. After ten minutes spent in searching and calling, he made up his mind that a very puzzling thing had occurred. He could not understand it, and neither could Charlie nor Dart. "It ain't likely that he's climbed a tree an' is playin' a trick on us, is it?" remarked the scout, as he looked into the branches of the cottonwoods searchingly. "No, Jack wouldn't play any s uch trick as that," re torted our he:::o. "Thet; is a good deal of fun in him, but he wouldn't do anything like that. Something has hap pened to him, you can depend on that, and the thing or us to do is to :fincl out what it i s." "He might have tripped and tumbled into the water," s uggested Jim, afte r a pau se. There was a poss ibility of this, so the y all advanced to the bank and peered into the sluggish stream. The water was pretty deep right there. It was riled considerable, and when Wild saw this he thought that Jack might have tumbled in and drowned m some unexplainable manner. Whipping put his hunting knife from its sheath. he rushed over to a young sapling and cut it off. It was but the work of a minute to trim off the top, and then dropping to the bank upon his s tomach, he began prod ding into the riv e r bottom. But after :five minutes of car e fully :t'eellng ove r the bot toni, he became satisfied that Jack's body was not there. When he aro s e to hi s eet h e happ e ned to look down the stream and see a bunch of logs that had become entangled in some overhanging vines. A sudden thought struck him. "Look down the r e !" he exclaimed. "Those logs are ti e d together. Who do yo. u s uppo s e could hav e done that ?" "Do you think the r log s have an y thing to do with the disappearance of Jack?" Charlie a s ked in s urprise. "It strikes me that they may have something to do with it. Let us go and examine them." "I'll stay here with the horses," remarked Jim, who evi dently was not of the s am e opinion a s Wild. Our hero led the way along the bank and soon came to the logs. It did not take him more than a second to see that they were astened togeth e r with buck s kin thong s "Look at the knot s Charli e," he said. "That is the work of redskin s as s ure a s y ou re born." "It sartinly i s," was the r e ply, a s the s cout s cratched his head in a thoughtul ma,nne r. "But what kin ther logs have to do with Jack not s howin' up?" "A whole lot. In the fir s t place, if the logs were tied together by Indian s there mu s t be Indian s near by." "I see." "And that being the case, the y might hav e caught Jack napping and carried him off." "Yes; but there ain't any trail to be found." "Well, you know a s w e ll as I do that a redskin is very handy at covering his tracks." "That's true enough. But if it was redskins what made Jack disappear, where are they now?" "That is for us to find out." The scout was the mos t puzzl e d of the two. While he believed that Wild was about right in his sup position, he could not see how the thing could have been done. He followed the boy back to where Jim was standing with the horses, not saying another word.


YOUNG WILD WEST AND THE CHARMED ARROW. "Weil," observed Dart, anxiously, "did you find out any-) In less than half a minute they had reached a point where thing?" 'they' could not be seen from the little grove, and once there, "Yes; there are redskins close by." the young Prince of the Saddle called a halt. "What!" "Now, then," ob,served he, "I am going to leave you "It was a redskin who fastened those logs together." two fellows in charge of the horses and take a scout over "'l'hen that accounts for the of Jack, to a there to see what is going on." certain extent." r 'rhough they would have liked to go along, neither said "I think so." anytlring. "So do I, now that you have discovered that much. Do They had a way of always agreeing to anything Young you, think the reds could have come down the river in Wild West said, and no matter how they felt over a decis-canoes ?" ion he made, they never showed it. "By Jove!" exclaimed Young Wild West, "that is just His judgment could not be beaten, anyway, and none what I do think." knew it better than they did. Cheyenne Charlie's face brightened. Wild had no sooner dismounted and handed his bridle "'That looks more like it," he said, nodding to emphasize rein to Jim than he set out for the smoke, picking his way his words. along the fringe of shrubbery that skirted the bank of the All three were of the same opinion now. stream. "If 1hey came down ther river with them logs to keep It was less than half a mile to the spot he was heading for, any one from seein' 'em, which way do you think tht!y went and he wanted to get there as soon as possible -up or down?" Charlie asked, after he had thought a moI But, at the same time, he did not want to run the risk of ment. being seen. "That is hard to tell," replied Wild. "But I hardly That the Kiowas were on the war-path he now felt certbink they would have gone on down the stream, abandoning tain the logs where they new are, as it is almost oppositC' the And he was also equally sure that Jack Robedee was in place where we were camped. I rather think they went up I their clutches again." Wild made good headway, though there were times when "Then we'll follow the river bank in that direction," he had to get down low on the ground in order to escape spoke up Jim. "What do you say, Wild?" being seen, in case there were Indians watching him from "It is about the only thing to do, I guess. Jack must the grove. be found, ancl that's all there is about it." In five minutes he was near enough to see the. glimmer As he :finished speaking he sprang into the and of a :fire, and then the odor of cooking meat came to his started along the bank. nostrils. His companions quickly followed suit, and the next minHalf a minute later he saw the unmistakable forms of ute they were proceeding along the river at a sharp trot. Indians moving about through the trees. The keen eyes of all three searched the bank and sur"Ah!" he exclaimed, under his breath. "There is a rounding country. whole lot of them here, and they have got their war paii1t When they had covered perhaps half a mile Wild sudon_, too, for I just caught sight of one-of their ugly faces." dPnly detected a thin column of smoke rising from a clump Young Wild West was used to taking big risks, ancl he of trees something like a mile ahead. unhesitatingly began to creep closer to the camp of the "I guess we are on the right track," he said. "See that red men. smoke!" He could see that there were three of them who were Charlie anc1 Jim saw it, and they noddd. evidently on guard, since they were walking lazily back and "Well, it was a neat thing for ther reds to do, if they forth and occasionally looking down the river. come as close to ther camp as that an' got Jack a prisoner Our hero soon got near enough to see all that was going without us knowin' it." on in the camp "Well, that is just what they did, just the same," replied He still used extreme caution. Jim. "If they had killed him we would surely have found Then almost the first object his eyes rested upon was the bis body.'! \ form of a white man tied to a stake that had been driven "That is right," said Wild. "If they1 had killed him in the ground. they would have left his body where it could be found by It was Jack Robedee. those who were with him. An Indian never covers up a A feeling of relief came over him when he saw that Jack thing of that kind, especially out on the open plains, like was alive. this." This was a cause for rejoicing. The clump of trees in the column of smoke was rising As he lay there on his stomach watching, two stalwart from was really a small grove. Kiowa braves deposited a 'big bunch of dry brushwood near Between it and where our friends were was quite a fringe the captive. along the river bank, and toward this they rode at a gallop' "They are going to burn him alive!" thought Wild as sool'

6 YOUNG WILD WEST AND THE CHARMED ARROW. CHAPTER III. JACK .ASTONISHES THE REDSKINS. It was just about :fifteen minutes :Crom the lime Jack Robedee was caught by the two Indians when the canoe was turned in a little creek and promptly grounded. "Ugh!" grunted one of the braves, and then he took hold of the captive by the arms and motioned his companion to lend him some assistance. The almost immediate result was that Jack was lifted out of the canoe and placed upon his feet. He. looked around and saw that he was in a little grove that had an Indian camp in its center. There were probably forty braves, all of whom were well daubed with war-paint, and half a dozen squaws and a few pappooses to be seen. The tepees were arranged in irregular form and the camp looked like a new one. An Indian, who was probably one of the guards, gave a grunt of approval when he saw the white captive being brought into the camp He grinned in Indian fashion flt Jack, who, in turn made a grimace at him. Robedee was not frightened, but he was becoming just a little bit nervous. He wondered if his friends would :find out what had become of him, and when he thought of themanner in which he bad been captured and brought away from the campi he was forced to acknowledge to himself that it would be doubtful if they found where he was very soon. But Robedee placed the utmost dependence in Young Wild \\'est, and he was not going to give himself up as lost until the last moment. "I didn't have an idea that ther Kiowas was on ther war path," he thought. "But you kin never trust an Injun, 110 time, as I've said before." The guard promptly called the attention of those who were in the camp to the two braves with their prisoner, and then a series of gratified grunts came from the redskins. One of them, who was evidently the chief, came forward, and after sizing up Jack from head to foot, said: "Paleface heap much brave; what he do in the hunting grounds of the Kiowas?" Being gagged, the captive could not answer. Then the chief ordered the gag to be removed. As soon as this was done, Robedee answered the question that had been asked him. "I didn't come in this part of ther country to make war upon ther red man,'' he said. "I've got some friends close by who kin shoot mighty straight, so you'd better let me go before you git into trouble." "Ugh!" came from the chief, and then he laughed. "If you harm a hair of my head you'll be sorry for it,'' went on Jack, though he realized that what he said had lit tle or no impression on him. "A whole crowd of white men will be after you in less than an hour." "Paleface heap much lie!" was the retort. "He g.ot three paleface friends who will never find him. They could not hurt Dog-Face; he be glad to catch them. Dog-Face l1eap big brave; no afraid 0 :fifty palfaces." The warrior drew himself up proudly as he said this, while Jack forced his face into a grin. "Well, Dog-Face," he coolly remarked, "I reckon you've been doin' a little spyin' on us, since you've found out how many there is of us. But let me tell you that there are a whole lot more white men around here. We was comin' this way to meet 'em." At this an ugly look came over the chief's face. "Palefaces come to hunting ground o.r Kiowas, so Kiowas make war on them, same as Comanches,'' he said. Then he ordered a stake to be driven into the ground, which was done at once. Robedee was tied to the stake securely so he was in a sit ting pos\tion on the ground. He was now becoming very much alarmed. Jt was evident that they were going to subject him to some kind of torture. "Sec here, you redskins!" he called out, "if you don't let me go there'll surely be trouble." "Paleface is heap big coward!" retorted Dog-Face. "He must make :Cun for the squaws and pappooses. He must burn at the stake." Burn at the stake Jack turned pale at the thought, and a shiver ran down his spine. IIe could tell by the way the rhie said it that he meant it, and nerving himself, he tried hard to think of a way to escape the aw fol fate. Suddenly a thought struck him. His cork leg might be made to Fave his life. Jack was very quick-witted, anyway, and in less than two minutes he had decided on a plan o.r action. Speaking with as much of a degree of coolness as he could (;Ommand, he exclaimed: "You say I am a coward. I say I am not a coward; neither can I be made to for mercy :Crom the Kiowas. I kin stand more pain an' laugh over it than any brave you've got!" Those of the red men who could understand English pricked up their ears when they heard this. Here was a paleface prisoner who was challenging them to test his ability at standing pain. It was not generally the way prisoners did. "The paleface fool does not talk with wisdom when he says he can stand more torture than the red man," said Dog Face, eyeing Jack curiously. "Yes, I c1c speak with wisdom when I say it. I'll make a bargain with you, Dog-Face. I'll let you put my leg in a fire for ten minutes, an' if I holler an' pull it out before that i.ime, you kin :finish me any way you wanter. If I don't holler when i.her leg is burnin' up, you are to let me go free." "The paleface talks like a brave man,'' sneered the chief.


YOUNG WILD WEST AND THE CIIAR.\fED ARROW. 7 "But I will agree to what he says The word of Dog-Face: is good, and if the paleface stands the fire he shall go free." Then, at a command from the Kiowa chief, two brave s hastened to get some dry brushwood. \Vhen they deposited it upon the ground at his feet Robedee nodded as though he were very confident of getting his liberty when the test had been made. The chief held a short conference with three or four of those next in rank to him, speaking in their own tongue, and with a look of indifference on his countenance, Jack waiteyl. He could understand the lingo of the Sioux pretty well, but the Kiowa language was a trifle too much for him, though there was a certain degree of sameness about it, for all that. Presently Dog-Face knelt down, and with his own hands severed the thongs that bound the captive's ankles. Jack 's ankles had not been tied very tightly together at the start, and this had enabled him to stand on his feet when he was taken from the canoe. His two captors had dragged him into the camp, and none of the redskins had any ideathat he was even lame, much less the possessor of a cork leg. As soon as the thongs were severed, Jack thrust out the boot that encased the artificial member and observed: "There you are, Dog-Face I I'm goin' to cripple myself for life, I s'pose, but that's better than dyin'. Go ahead I I won't holler, but I'll laugh an' sing you a song while my leg i s burnin' up." The captive's remarkable display of courage and indiffer ence caused the braves to marvel. But they were only the more anxious to sec the thing through now. They all thought it was a big bluff that the paleface captive was putting up. And Jack was much elated at the prospect, though there was a doubt in his mind as to whether Dog-Face would keep his word. But he had given it, and if he failed to keep it Jack would have done his best, anyway. The braves got to work, and soon had a nice pile of tinder like brushwood ready to ignite. Then the chief took hold of the captive's boot and pulled it around so it rested squarely on the top of the heap. "Ugh!" grunted the Kiowa, when he had arranged things to his full satisfaction. "Now how brave pale.face is. The squaws will get ready to hem his cries for mercy, and when the fire burns his flesh from his bones they will laugh as they never laughed at a paleface coward before." Then it suddenly occurred to Dog-Face that it would be best to fasten the foot so it could not be jerked away when the flames came in contact with it. He gave orders for a small stake to be driven into the ground on either side of the boot, so it could not be moved from one side to the other or drawn back. And Jack looked on indifferently, wondering where bis partners were meanwhile, aml hoping for the best. He knew be was about to lo e a ver expensive leg, but it could be spared a great deal easier than his life could. EYel'ything now being in readiness, the chief gave the word, and one of the braves stepped forward with a burning faggot he had taken from the campfire. Dog-Face took it from him and applied it to the dry brush. A curl of smoke went upward, and then every inmate of the camp save the guards gathered around to witness the sport-for cruelty was sport for them. Once started, the flames took hold quickly, and soon the blaze became so hot that Robedee turned his head from it. IIe could smell the burning leather as the fire came in contact with his boot, but that only made him feel more sat isfied. The Indians watched him keenly, for they were certain that the heat must be surely playing havoc with his foot and leg. But Robedee simply smiled at them, and did not move the member a particle. "I'll show you that I've got more nerve than a dozen red skins all put together," be said, looking at the chief. "That fire hurts something awful, but you won't see me fl.inch. Do you want me to sing a little song, or whistle for you?" A chorus of grunts was the only reply he received. The fire began to snap and crack at_ a great rate, while the Etench from the burning leather of the boot pervaded the whole camp. But still the captive sat there on the ground as stoical as any Indian brave of bygone days had stood the torture administered by his enemies. The Kiowas had never seen the equal of it before, and they simply watched the captive with mute admiration and amazement If there is anything that will stir a redskin to a feeling of anything like admiration, it is bravery. "Well, I ain t hollered yet, Dog-Face," said Jack, after a pause. "My leg is putty near burned to ther bone now; but you ain't goin' to hear me holler. I'm goin' to git my liberty, an' I'll have to go through ther world on one foot after this, I s'pose." Then he started in to whistling Yankee Doodle, while the flames cracked in a sort of accompaniment. It was a strange scene, and any one to witness it without the knowledge that the burning leg was an artificial one would have been horror-stricken. And there was not one of those ignorant children of the forest who did not think the captive was really smiling and joking while his :flesh was being burned to a crisp. Pretty soon Jack noticed that his trousers were burning, so he turned to the chief again and said : "I don't want to leave your camp without any clothes on, Dog-Face, so won't you siop my trousers from burning any Eurther up?" After a moment of silence, the chief turned to one of the braves and told him to fetch some water. As soon as it was brought he poured it on Jack's leg above


8 YOUNG WILD WEST AND THE CIIAIUIED ARROW. the knee, and put out the fire that was beginning to make; "Thank you, miss," retorted Jack, politely. "May I ask the captive feel uneasy. 1 who you are?" Then a silence followed, during which the faggots burned "I am the White Lily of the Kiowas," she answered with to a heap of living coals the smoldering cork leg in the cenr a certain degree of pride. "Now begone!" ter. Jack now began to sing a song he had learned in his Robedee waited to hear no more. youth, and the Kiowa braves and squaws stared at him in He hopped to the horse and was in the act of mounting amazement. \Then a rifle shot rang out. Pretty soon he gave a kick, and the part that constituted The bullet grazed his head and found a lodgment in the the artificial foot dropped off. horse's body, just behind the left shoulder. At that moment there was a fl.utter of excitement in the Wilh a cry that was almost human the animal plunged ranks of the red fiends, and the next instant a beautiful forward a few steps and fell dead to the ground. ., :white girl appeared upon the scene. Then half a dozen Indians seized Jack and bore him into CHAPTE];\ IV. THE CHARMED ARROW. Young Wild West, from place of concealment, bad seen and heard everything that was going on. He could not help laughing softly to himself when he saw how Jack was fooling the Kiowas with his cork leg. He figured that Robedee's ready wit was going to get him out of the scrape he was in. The daring young Prince of the Saddle was just figuring on a way to help Jack in case the chief went back on his word, when the white girl emerged from one of the tepees and bounded toward the crowd that was gathered around the captive who had astonished them so much. Wild saw her before the Kiowas did, and it struck him then and there that she was no other than the White Lily they were searching for. He became not a little excited when she waved the red l'kins aside and cut the bonds that held Robedee to the .>take with a knife she drew from her bosom. Dog-Face mhde a move to stay her, but she waved him back, and in a ringing voice said something to him in the Indian language. Though this had considerable effect on the c hief, it was evident that he did not want to keep the promise he had made to the captive. The girl certainly made a queenly picture as she stood there, and Young Wild West wondered how it was that she wore the garb of civilization, since, if it was the White Lily of the Kiowas, she had been reared among such uncouth and savage people. He could not understand all that was being said, but he saw that the girl was going to win the day. And this was indeed the case, for the chief soon gave way to her, and then she turned to one of the braves and gave him a command. The result was that a horse was brought out and the bridle rein handed to her. Then turning to Jack, who had risen to his one foot and stood holding fast to the stake he had been bound to, she said in :fairly good English: "Mount thiil horse and ride away to your friends. You must not come to the hunting grounds of the Kiowas." one oi the larger tepees. Dog-Face had turned against the White Lily, after all, for it was he who fired the shot that was meant for Jack. Ano seeing that he had missed, he was bound to have the captive, so he gave a hurried command for him to be seizc

YOUNG WILD WEST AND THE CHARMED ARR O W 9 then wild was backed against the tree tightly and his hands I Wild West. "'rhe charmed arrow has pinned a lock of the drawn lround from either side and tied about the trunk. I hair of the paleface brave to the tree and be must now go To make him more s e cur e the red fiend s p a s s ed anoth e r free!" piece of the rope about the tre e and drew it tightly about his neck. What they proposed to do with him the uaring young dead s hot did not know, but he was certain that be was to suffer some s ort of torture at their hand s If they had merely wanted him out of the way they would have killed instead of capturing him. It was a young chief, who had been inclined to listen to the White Lily who had been the leader in the capture of the boy, and Dog-Face mer ely looked on a s the captive was bound to the tree. He gave an approving nod, however, when the knots were drawn tight, and when the younger chi e f s tarted for one of the t e pees he seemed to be more than plea sed. It so hal'P e n e d that the young chi e f was in love with the White Lil y and when he had done something that w u s real brave and daring in her judgment she was to name the day that the marriage was to take place. The chief bore the name of W ouniled Foot, and he had long been trying to do something t iat was stirring and orig inal. He knew only tco well that the White Lily was watching all that was taking place from her t epee, and he meant to show how near he could come to killing the JIOung paleface without harming him at all. "" In a minute or two he returned to the spot with a bow and half a dozen arrows. 'rhis particulfl! bow had belonged to the granclfaLher of Wounded Foot, and was a s ort of heirloom. Guttural grunts of sati s faction came from the lips of the Kiowa braves a s the young chief stepp e d off a fow yards from the tree and fitted one of the arrows to the bow-string His powerful right arm drew the s tring back, bending the bow to almos t its full capacity, and then--Twang! The arrow shot through the air and pinn e d its elf the tre e le s s than an inch above the h e ad of Youn g Wild While it wa s s till quivering where it had struck the bow was bent again. Wounded Foot had a s traight eye, and when the bow twang e d again, the s econd arrow s truck within a couple of inche s of the other one, anu then as quick a s a h h e sent the third, landing it above Wilcl' s should e r, close to hi s neck. t The young chief dr e w himself up proudly a s he fitt e d the fourth arrow to the bow-s tring. Though he did not appear to notice it, the re was a slight difference in the looks of the la s t arrow from the others he If a troop of cavalry had dashed upon them at that mo ment the Indians could not have shown more astonishment. W oundcd Foot dropped his bow to the ground and stood motionless and silent, while the girl cut the ropes that helil our hero to the tree. Then she plucked the arrow that had grazed his shoulder and pinned his hair to the tree and handed it to him. "Go she said. "You are free, and the charmed arrow is yours. It has been said that' he who should be shot at with the charmed arrow should be a great brave and a chief among men. It has fallen to your lot." "Thank you!" retorted Wild, picking up his rifle, which Jay on the ground before him. "Now, miss, kindly set my fri e nd who had his foot burned off free, also." "I will do so, but not now," was the quick reply, in a voi<::e that was hardly above a whisper. "He shall not be harmed. Now go Our hero waited no l onger. He did not know at what minute the Kiowa s would take it in their heads to go against the wishes of the White Lily, as they had in the case of.Jack, and relying on her promise that Jack should be liberated later on and that no harm should come to him, he made a sudden bolt from the spot. Wounded Foot, the young chief, had taken his revolvers and knife from him, but as he still had his rifle be felt pretty easy. Wilcl had not run very far in the direction he had left Cheyenne Charlie and Jim Dart when he saw them coming along the river bank They were riding their own horses and leading Jack's and his. It seemed a trifle strange to the boy that at least some of the Indians did not pursue him; but they did not, and a couple of minutes later he was with his friends. "Who was it doin' all ther shootin' ?" asked Charlie. "I was,'' replied Wild. "You mus t have dropped all of 'em, then?" "No; there are plenty of them back there yet." "What!" "That's right." "An the y didn't foller you ?" "It seems not." "Did you sec anything of Jack?" spoke up Jim, who was as much amazed at what his chum had said as Charlie was. "Yes; I found him. He will be coming through, minus his cork leg, before long." The two looked at him in silence. had used. "I found the White Lily of the Kiowas, too," went on Among the s hort, grey eagle feath e rs attached to it there Wild, in his easy-going style. was a tiny feather of a blood r e d color. "See here!" gasped Dart, "what are you trying to te ll As he raised the bow to shoot the fourth time a s udden u s anyhow?'' i nterruption took place. "I haven't exaggerated a bit in anything I have said," The White Lily suddenly appeared upon lhe scene. was the calm rejoinder. "I found Jack and also the White "Stop!" she cried, placing herself in front of Young Lily. They are both over there in a camp of the Kiowas -I


I 10 YOUNG WILD WEST AND THE CHARMED ARROW. i11e girl from her own choice, I take it, and Jack because he ean't help himself. I had a rather narrow escape myself. See this?" Our hero held up the arrow the girl had plucked from the tree. "Yes," they assented. "Well, that is supposed to be charmed. The White Lily gave it to me, after it had been shot into the bark of a tree so close to my neck as to make me .feel a trifle squeamish. She gave it to me and then told me to be o:fl'." "An' Jack is there yet ?" queried Charlie, as though be could scarcely believe his senses. "Yeti; he is there. The White Lily promised me that he should go free in a little while, and that no harm should come to him. l've seen something real startling in the past few minutes." "Well, I should reckon that you must have. Tell us all about it." "I will ; but I think we had better get to the cover of that fringe of trees over yonder. The redskins might change their minds and give us a fight, you know." He leap e d into the saddle and turned the sorrel's head in the direction indicated, the others following him with naught but wonderment pictured on their faces. As soon as they reached the cover of the trees and taken a position where they could watch the grove where the Indian camp was, Wild related all that had taken place smce he left them. Both Charlie and Jim were overjoyed when they found that Robedee was alive, but they could not help smiling when they heard how he had lost his cork leg. "We'll have to head for a settlement where there's a wheelwright shop to fix him up, I reckon/' remarked the &cont with a grin. "Jack was pretty cute to think of fool in' ther red varmints that way." Young Wild West did not smile at this remark. The truth was that he was vainly trying to think of what the outcome of the curious adventure of the afternoon was going to be. He had met the White Lily of the and he had talked with her. But to him she seemed to be the same as an Indian maiden with a tender spot in her heart would have been. She was evidently satisfied to remain with the Indians and live as one of them. But the fact of her wearing the garb of white women puzzled him. Could it be that she really desired to live her days out with the Kiowas? There was no clew to the identity of the little girl who had been stolen by the Indians years before, and it was mere supposition on the part of Wild that she was the one. Bascom Walters, the uncle of the child, had informed him that her name was Helen Bradley. And as she had been stolen when a child too small to remember much, how would the White Lily-if she really was the child-ever be able to give proof of it? The only conclusion our hero coulc.l eorne to wa:; to try and induce the girl to go to civilization and quit \he company of the Kiowas. The s pot our three friends had selected to watch the little grove was not more th:m a quarter a mile from it. Wild knew they would have a good chance to get out of harm's way if the Kiowas did attempt to come after them, so he took the risk of waiting that close. Ile was re s olved to get Jack Robedee away from them at all hazards. When :fifteen minutes of waiting had passed he began making a clos e examination of the arrow the girl had given him. Then it was that he saw the tiny red feather that was stuck to it. "That must be what makes the arrow charmed," he said to his companions. CHAPTERV. J A.CK GETS FREE. Charlie and Jim looked at the arrow and said if there was anything charmed about it they could not see where it was. "Never mind," remarked Wild; "it may do us a good turn before we get through this trip we are on. I took note of the fact that the Kiowa braves seemed to be rather fright ened when the White Lily told them that it had been the charmed arrow that had been shot at me. The young chief who was doing the shooting of }he bow seemed to be more impressed than any of the rest. He acted as though he might be the girl's suitor." "An Injun ther suitor o1 a pretty white maiden, like you say she is!" cried the scout in a tone 0 disgust "Well, I only say that from what I saw it looked that 'ay." Just then Jim, who was looking intently in the of the grove, exclaimed: "Here comes Jack; and there is an Indian with him, or I'm getting color blind." "It's an Injun that's with him, all right enough," said Charlie, as he turned his eyes that way. Sure enough, two Indian ponies were cantering toward them, and on their backs sat Robedee and a redskin. As they drew nearer Wild saw that the Indian was no other than the young chief who had shot the arrows at him "I wonder what is up now?" he remarked. "That is the fellow who shot the charmed arrow at me and pinned a lock of my hair to the tree. Maybe he is coming after it." "Are you goin' to give it up to him if he is?" queried Cheyenne Charlie. "No; the White Lily gave it to me, and as I am convinced that the Kiowas are superstitious about it, I am going to keep it." As the two riders approached they saw that th13y were conversing as though on the most intimate terms.


YOUNG WILD WEST AND THE CHARMED ARROW. 11 The Indian was looking a great deal at Robedee's stump and Jack was evidently telling him something concerning it. "That is true enough. But from what I saw in the camp over there, the White Lily appeared to be perfectly content ed, and I saw her smile upon Wounded Foot when he lowPretty soon they drew rein in :front of the three who cred his head to her will when she bade him to let me be, W!3re waiting or them. ns the eharmed arrow had been shot at me." "Hello, Jack, old boy!" called out Dart. "We are glad to "I ditln't have a chance to notice much of anything about see you alive, even if you have lost a leg." her," spoke up Robedee. "One thing, I know she was ther "You ain't no more glad than I am," retorted Jack, as he means of savin' me She give ther old chief an awful talk gave the stump of the burned cork leg a hitch. "I thought in' to, an' he seemed glad to let me go after awhile." I was a goner till I happened to hit on thcr idea of showin' "Well, Jack, what are you gain' to do for a foot an' leg 'em how I could stand pain. Boys, this is Wounded Foot. now?" queried Charlie, as he looked at the charred stump He was 'p'inted by tber White Lily to escort me over here. Robedee was holding up. He was afraid I'd tumble off ther horse with my one leg, "I don't know," was the reply. "That's what's botherin' I guess, an' that's why he got her to send him with me." me. I kin ride along all right this way, but when it comes The young chief bowed his head to the three as he brougiht to gittin' around on my feet I won't stand much of a show." his horse to a halt. "There is a settlement about thirty-five milec; from here," "The paleface hoy with the long hair has the charmed said Wild. "As soon as we can :find out where the White arrow," he ventured after a moment's silence. J.;ily is going we will ride over there and get a wooden leg "Yes," retorted Wild. "'l'he White Lily gave it to me." made for you, Jack. A common, every-day wooden leg will "Will the palefacP. boy with the Jong hair give it to be much better than no leg." Wounded Foot?" "Oh, yes; I could git along with that pretty well, I "I can't do that/' and Wild shook his head. guess," replied Robedee. The chief looked disappointed. "How are you goin' to :find out where ther.White Lily is Then he raised his eyes and spoke again. bound?" asked Charlie, turning to the young Prince of the "I have brought the paleface brave who cannot be hurt Saddle. by the :fire back to his friends. lt is the wish o:f' Dog-Face Young Wild West touched the charmed arrow and smiled and the White Lily that the pale.faces leave the hunting significantly. grounds of the Kiowas. The Kiowas are at war with the ''You think that arrer will give you ther chance to find Comanches, and not with the palefaces." it out?" "Chief," said Wild, ignoring the remark, "I want to "Yes; since that young chief wanted it so badly I have ask you a question." come to the conclusion that it will be worth considerable to Wounded Foot bent his head, signifying that he was ready us. I rather think I would not be harmed by any of the to listen. Kiowas i-f I were to walk into their camp with the arrow "How long has the White Lily been with the Kiowas?" in my hand." ''Many moons. Much more than a hundred." "You ain't gain' to risk tryin' that, are you, after what "Does she wish to stay with the Kiowas?" Wounded Foot said?" questioned Robedee in surprise. "She has promised to be the squaw of Wounded Foot "I can't tell what I will t:ny yet. The best thing we some day," was the reply, as the Indian drew himself up can do now is to go back to the place where we camped proudly. and take things easy till to-morrow morning, although it ''Her father and mother were pale:f'aces. Does she know may be that I will take a notion to pay a visit to the Indian who they were?" camp to-night, i-f they remain there that long." The chief shook his head. Jack was assisted on the back of his horse, and then, as Then he cast a lingering look at the arrow which Wild they rode back to the cainping place, he told them how he had fastened to his coat by sticking it through the button-had been so neatly tricked by the two Indians in the canoe. holes, and turned his horse around. "They sent them two redskins clown to spot us out, an' "Good-by, palefaces!" he exclaimed, and then he started they knowed jest how many friends I had with me," he said, his horse forward on a gallop, leading the one Jack had rid-in conclusion. "They must have seen ther smoke from our den from the Indian camp after him. fires, or something." "This is what I call a peculiar state of affairs," Wild "I wonder what object they had in making a prisoner observed, turning to his companions. "It strikes me that we of one of us?" Wild remarked thoughtfully. "If, as you could not get the White Lily to leave the Indians if we say, they knew how many of us there were here, why did they wanted to, unless we took her by .force. And that is somenot sneak down on us and take us by surprise? Here they thing I do not propose to do. If she is in love with that go and rig up a scheme to drift down the river past our chief riding over there, the only way to make her return to camp, and when they get sight of one of us sitting on a log civilization is to get him to go, too." I i.hey go and capture him. If they arc really at war with the "But because the chief says he is going to make the girl Comanches, and not the whites, as the chief said, they roust his squaw does not follow that she is in love with him, or l have taken Jack a prisoner just for the fun o:f' it." willing to it," said Jim. "Well, there wasn't much fun about it," and Jack looked


12 YOUNG WILD WEST AND 'J'HE CHARMED ARROW. at the remainder of his artificial leg ruefully. "If I'd known ther White Lily was goin' to set me free you kin bet I would never have let them burn my leg off." Charlie grinned, but did not let Robedee see him. It seemed comical to him, but he did not want to hurt Jack's feelings. They soon got back to the place they had rest e d at durin g the noon hour. "This seems to Le as good a place as any to stop," Jim remarked, as be looked around. "We have a pretty good view up the river from h e re, and can see the Indians i.f they should openly approach us." "Yes; but they ain't likely to openl y approach us," tarted Charlie, with a shrug of his shoulders. "See how ther two came down ther river in ther canoe that was hid behind ther logs. I reckon we want to pick out a goocl tall tree that's to climb, an' one of u s keep up it ther big gest part of i.her time 'l'hem Kiowas ain't to be trusted, even if they have got ther White Lily to sorter keep them down a little. It strikes me that we might as well go back, anyhow, an' report to Bascom Walters. Then, if he wants to see ther White Lily he kin come back with us. I reckon she won't be very hard to locate." "We don't want to go back until we have tried to induce the girl to go with us," spoke up Wild. "1 we can con vince her that she should live with white people, we might learn something from h e r that will give us a clew to her identity She may have some of the clothing that was on her when she was sto l en by the redskins years ago." "That's right," nodded Jack, as he hopped over into the thicket to cut himself a sort of crutch, so he could get over the ground better. The afternoon was pretty well advanced by this time and Cheyenne Charlie began to think about the bear meat he had figured on having cooked for his supper. He took the two haunches and hung them to a limb of a tree, and 'then when he had tied his horse with a lariat he lighted his pipe. "I reckin I'll go up that tree over there an' take a look around," he observed, after a moment 's r e flection. "Go a.head," r eplieil. Wild. "There is nothing knowing what is going on around you. But I hardly think we will be disturbed by the redskins who have the White Lily with them. I guess this arrow I have here will protect us." "Maybe it will, an' then maybe it won't." After expressing himself thus, the scout picked out a suit able tree and proc eede d to go up it with the agility of a squirrel. He had not been there long when he called out excitedly for Wild to come up "What's the matter?" asked the boy, as he began ascend ing the tree. "Nothin', only there's about a hundred redskins ridin' across ther prairie," was the reply. "What!" Then the boy quicl\_ened his movements, while Jim ran for another tree and hastened to climb it. "I reckon I won't go up,'' remarked Jack, looking at his stump with a sad sm ile. Wild was soon high enough in the tree to see that Char lie had not exaggerated in the l east At the distance of nearly three miles off they could see a band of Indians moving rather s lowly across the rolling prairie. 'l'hey were heading ::!lmost straight for the little grove where the Kiowas were encamped, it seemed to them, and when he had l ooked at them for a minute, Wild remarked: "They are not Kiowas, of that I am sure." "Then they must be Comanches," spoke up Jim, who had just reached a point where he could see the band. "That's about ther size of it,'' nodded the scout. that means there will be some hot work going on preity soon, ii it is true i.hat thei.Kiowas and Comanches are on bad terms." "That is jest what's likely to happen, I reckon. Ah, there goes some one from ther Kiowa camp to meet 'em, an' if it ain't that white gal I don't know what I'm talkin' about!" CHAPTER VI. THE WHITE LILY AND THE RENEGADE. When Cheyenne Charlie said there was about a hundred. in the band o.f Indians that suddenly appeared making their way across the prairie in the direction of the Kiowa camp he was about right. There was just about that number. They were not all braves, either, for the chiefs had their squaws and pappooses with them. The majority of the Indians had their war-paint on, but the fact of the and pappooses being with them dill not make it appear as though they really expected to do any fighting. And did not just then. They were a band of Comanches under the l ead of Risi:ng Moon, a scarred veteran of many skirmis hes with his red foes and the white settlers and cavalrymen. H.ising Moon was on his way to meet Dog-Face by ap pointment. '1J1ere were some difficulties existing between the two tribJs, and these two had been sel ected to meet and try and sett le matters in a way that would b e satisfactory to both. If they could not do this it would mean a war to the knife between the Kiowas and the Comanches. The latter was the stronger of the two tribes, but they were as plucky as could be, and when they found that the Comanches were gradually infringing on the territory which they called their hunting grounds they resolved to put a stop to it. Several skirmis hes had taken place between the hunters of the two tribes during the past three months, and now boih chiefs hoped to make an amicable settlement of the matter.


YOUNG WILD WEST AND THE CHARMED ARROW. 13 With the Comanches there was a villainous renegade white man. His name was Simon Du Bois, a.nd he was a deserter from the army, a horse thief and all-around rascal. In looks the .fellow would have passed for an honest man, save for the Cjlfty, evil expression of his black eyes. He was a very shrewd man, well used to the ways of the border, and having got on terms of great intimacy with Ris ing Moon from the fact that he saved the chief's life about a year before, he was recognized by the Comanches as a sort of adviser. Simon Du Bois had heard all about the White Lily of the Kiowas, but he had never met her. }Ie wanted to meet her, too, .for he had heard that she was very beautiful. 'fhe spot where the camp of the Kiowas was situated had been selected by the chiefs of both tribes as a meeting place, and when the renegade Du Bois saw a white girl come riding toward them from the little grove of cottonwoods he was overjoyed. "It's ther White Lily what's comin' to meet us, chief," he said, addressing Rising Moon. "S'pose I ride ahead an' meet her an' hear what she's got to say?" "Simon speaks words of wisdom," retorted the chief. "He will ride to meet the White Lily of the Kiowas and tell her what we want." Du Bois smiled with satisfaction. He was yet a young man, and he hoped to make a favora ble impression on the White Lily. If he could succeed in wedding her, he felt that he would surely wield a great power in both nations. As he rode out ahead of the straggling lines of the Co manches he smoothed his silken beard and arranged the collar of his shirt so he would be looking at his best. He &oon met the white maiden, who was riding a shiny black horse with the skill of an accomplisheJ 'equestrienne, and doffing his hat, he came to a halt. "You are the \Vhite Lily of the Kiowas, I presume," he said with all the politeness he could command. "The paleface man speaks the truth," was the reply in a clear voice. "I am the White Lily." r "Rising Moon is coming yonder to meet Dog-Face, the great chief of the Kiowas." "It i8 well,'' answered the girl, speaking with just a tinge of the dialect of the red man. "Dog-Face wants peace, not war, with the Comanches." "I am Simon Du Bois, one of the main advisers of Rising Moon, and I assure you that I shall do my best to settle the difficulties between the two nations peacefully. White Lily, you are as beauti.ful as the rainbow tba1' shines in the heavens after a storm. It makes my heart beat fast when I look at you. Your eyes are like the violets a.n' your cheeks are like ther mountain roses; you are ther loveliest girl I ever looked upon." "Talk not to me like that," was the reply, though she showed that she was not at all averse to being flattered. "There are many white maidens who are far more beautiful than the White Lily. The paleface man does not mean he says." "Yes, I do mean what I say," Du Bois went on. "I never saw a girl I could love till I saw you just now." "And I have never yet met the brave I could love," she replied, quickly, "though I am to be the squaw of Wounded Foot when he has clone something that is real pleasing and wonderful to me." "You shouldn't marry a redskin, girl," the villain exclaimed, not the least abashed by what she said. "Your fa ther and mother were palefaces, you know." "Yes; I kn'ow,'' and a dreamy look came into hxr eyes. ''My father and mother were white people, but I have been brought up with the Kiowas. They have been good to me and I have learned to love them as brothers and sisters. I love the rolling prairie and the wildness of the craggy moun tains. I could not leave them and go to live where the pale face girls Jive. I would pine and die like a bird in a cage." "You speak as one of my own heart. I, too, cannot live in the cities as the white people live. I must be in the open air of the prairie and mountains; the wind and storm is music to my ears, and ther sun, as it rises from behind ther mountains, is what me in my free life on ther plains. I live with the Comanches because I love the ways of ther red man." Du Bois was beginning to wax real eloquent, and he was using the best language he knew how. I But he did not make a great deal of an impression on the girl, though she listened to him. By this time the band 0 the Comanches had come to a halt about a hundred yards distant. The renegade thought he had made pretty good headway with the White Lily and concluded to let that do till an other time. Turning in the saddle, he motioned for Rising Moon to <:ome on. 'rhe chief promptly obeyed the signal, riding up in a pom pous manner and bowing to the beautiful white maiden. She returned the salute gracefully, and then waited for him to speak. He at once opened up conversation in the Indian tongue and she responded in a fluent manner. When they had talked for five minutes she invited him to bring his followers and come to the camp of the Kiowas. So far the negotiations between the two tribes were get ting on nicely. Five minutes later the band was riding toward the cottonwood grove, the braves putting on a very dignified ap pearance, and the squaws riding along in their usual listless manner. The White Lily and Simon Du Bois rode ahead with Ris ing Moon following close behind them. As they neared the camp, Dog-Face, Wounded Foot, ana two or three more of the chiefs of Kiowas came out and bowed a greeting to their visitors. Then an ugly-looking fellow of the Kiowa tribe struck into beating upon a rude sort of drum, and the braves or both bands whooped in unison.


14 YOUNG WILD WEST ANIJ THE CHARMED ARROW. A few minutes later the two chiefs ware in a close and friendly conversation. "Dog-Face is a great and noble chief," said Rising Moon. "It was wise of him to agree to meet the chief the Coman ches selected to come her e." "Rising Moon is all-powerful, and it i s wise in him coming here," was the quick reply. They conversed in the Indian tongue, as it might be sup posed, and the way they did compliment each other for awhile would have made a white person smile. But that was the r edskin way o.J: it, and they would go ihrough it before the real business came to order. At the end of half an hour they had decided that a council should be held and their grievances set forth and deter mined by it. Each chief then appointed three chiefs under them to act, and the council went mto session. Then the real trouble began. Argument after argument was put forth in regards to where t.he boundary line should be, and each side stuck to what they thought was right. At the end of two hours they were no nearer settling it than they had been at the start Then by mutual agreement a recess was taken, and the fires to cook their evening meal were started. Simon Du Bois had taken no part in the council. He bad not been selected by Rising Moon, as he was not a chief of the tribe. But the renegade had not been idle concerning the lovemaking to the \Vhit e Lily. He had come in contact with her just after the council went into session, and he had been with her all the time. He talked to h '--: of the way the white people lived, it being the first tiL she had ever heard so much about the ways of civilization. "The White Lily dresses like the palefaces in the towns,'> he said. gade "I'll fix him be-fore be is m any days older. Then l 'll have plain sailin', an' tber white Lily will be mine." There could not have been a more innocent girl than thi3 white beauty who had been brought up by the Kiowas. She knew no more of the ways of the world than a little child, and as the spark oI love had not yet kindled in her breast, she was but a child, alter all. When Du Bois talked of marrying her, she only listenul because what he said about taking her to see the big cities was pleasing to her. And it was the same way with Wounded Foot. When he talked love to her in Indian .fashion and told h er how bright her eyes were, and all that, she simply lis tened because it was the way of the Kiowa maidens to li ste n. But there came a strange feeling in her heart sometimes, and the older !'he grew the more often it came to her. The spirits ancl instincts of her race were gradually assert ing i.hcmsdres, though she was not aware of it. Du Bois talked on with the girl till the recess in the coun cil took place, but he failed to get her consent to marry him. And while the renegade was breathing all this into the ear of the White Lily a pair of glittering black eyes were watching him as a cat watches a mouse. The eyes belonged to Wounded Foot. CHAPTER VII. TUE LEGEND OF TIIE CIIARMED ARROW. Young Wild \Yest very readily came to the conclusion that the Comanches and Kiowas were meeting by appoint ment when he saw the White Lily escort the band of redskins to the camp in the cottonwood grove. He also decided that he must know so. mething about it, and when darkness set in he informed his partners that b0 "Yes," she answered, "but not until a year ago, when one was going to take a ride in the direction o.f the camp. day I saw some white women in a wagon train, and they "If I am gone longer than three hour s you may take it for .. gave me dresse s for a bag of gold dust I had dug from the grantecl that something has happened to me," he said, as he mountains a hundred miles to the west of this place. I like Lnckled the sadd le girth13 about his horse. "It would not the dresses of the palefaces, and as I am a paleface with a be a good idea for more than one of us to go over there. I Kiowa heart, it will not harm me to wear them." have the charmed arrow, you }mow." "Harm you! I should say not. You look just beautiful, "All right," answered Cheyenne Charlie, speaki ng for the vou do!" three. "You go ahead, an' if you don't show up in three "Don't say that. It makes me think I would like to go to hours we'll start out an' look for you. You had better bring the big cities where the palefaces live in houses and see ther White Lily back with you, if you kin." how they do it. But I would have to come back to the "I'll do that, if I can. But I have an idea that she would Kiowas again, if I did," she added, dreamily. not come of her own free will. She has been with the red" I will take you to a big city, Whit e Lily. Become my skins so long tl she is well wedded to their ways." squaw, and I will take you to the big city of Denver, where "If you could see her and tell her all that Bascom Wal the houses are as tall as the tree-tops, and cars are pulled iers saic1 about the little girl being stolen by the Indians along on iron rails by horses. It would be grand for you i.o some years ago, perhaps she might get interested enough see all that." to consent. to leav e them,'' remarked Jim. "It would be grand!" she said, with sparkling eyes. "But "Well, you can depend upon it I will do my best to induce it cannot be, for I am to be the squaw of Wounded Foot." her to leave them if I get a chance to talk to her." "Wounded Foot be banged!" thought the villainous reneAs ou,r hero said this he vaulted into the saddle.


YOUNG WILD WEST AND THE CHARMED ARROW. 10 The next minute hr was riding from the camp in the di rection o.f the other grove up the river. Wild was resolved on seeing the girl and having a talk with her. If she was surprised at seeing him come back to tht: camp he was going to tell her that he had come back after the weapons that had been taken from him by the Kiowas. Then he would have an excuse for not doing as she had directed him to. It was really a daring thing he was up to. 'l'he Indians might take it that he was spying upon them for the purpose of reporting their meeting at the nearest fort. But he never once thought that there was any danger or risk in his making the scouting trip. Anyhow, he was itching to try the effect of his having the charmed arrow in his possession. Wild's horse seemed to enjoy going out alone. On such occasions he had more control oYer the intelligent animal than any other. He co11ld safely set him loose and proceed where he was going on foot and find him when he came back, or call him, if need be, by a whistle. Spitfire would not answer to a whistle made by any other than his master, no matter how near it sounded like the call. He knew the difference, while a person might not have been able to detect it. If ever a horse was under the perfect control or its master it was the beautiful sorrel stallion. Young Wild West would not have sold him, even if an almost fabulous sum had been offered for him. As he rode along he patted Spitfire on the neck and talked to him in a low tone. "Spitfire, old boy, I am going to let you run loose," he said, "when I get withi n a couple o.f hundred yards of the Indian camp. I want you to stay right there, and look out yon don't run among the redskins. I may want you in a hurry, so if you hear me whistle for you, you must hurry up." Of course the stallion did not understand this, but every time his master talked to him in that tone he answered with a low whinny, and as he did it on this occasion, Wild was satisfied that he knew that something important was expected of him. Our hero was not long in reaching the spot where he proposed to ilismount. It was on the bank of the river not very far from the spot where he had met Charlie and Jim when he returned from the Kiowas, after being captured by them and then released by the White Lily. When he dismounted he left his horse in the cover of a narrow frings of trees, and patting him on the nose, tolJ him in a whisper to stay there till he came back or whistled for him. Instead o:f whinnying, Spitfire put out his foot and pawed the ground. He knew that the whisper meant that silence must be maintained. The next minute was moving along the bank of the Arickarec l!'ork for the eamp of the Kiowas and their vis itors. Ile went with the utmost caution, for he did not want to fall into their hand's, if he possibly could help it. Ile had his rifle and one revolver and a knife that he had borrowed from Charlie and Jim with him. ot knowing just how he was going to get an audience with the beautiful white maiden, but feeling sure that he would, he crept closer to the camp. That the redskins did not care who saw their was more than evident, for it blazed up brightly between the trees in the grove, and served as a beacon to light Wild on his way. In .five minutes he was so close to the camp that he had to proceed with the utmost caution lest he run against one of the guards. But the guards had merely been placed there as a form lhr.t night. Both tribes of Indians were at peace with the whites just then, an

16 YOUNG WILD WEST AND THE CHARMED ARROW. been made, and he paused in a clump of bushes that was less than a dozen feet from the back of the tepee. Wild now paused and listened. He was just about to make the attempt to reach the tepee when he heard a slight noise very near him. As slight as the noise was he knew it was made by a human being. Wild dropped fiat upon the ground. The next moment he saw who it was that had made the noise. It was a man attired in a garb of a hunter or scout. It was not an Indian, for the faint glimmer of the fire that was burning a few yards off shone on his face as our hero looked, and he saw a beard. Wild was astounded. What could this man be doing there? He determined to remain perfectly quiet and find out. He was not aware of the fact that there was a white mai1 in the camp. When the White Lily had1escorted the band of Coman ches into the Kiowa camp the distance had been too far for our friends to distinguish that Simon Du Bois was not a redskin, though they could very readily make out the form of the girl. Consequently Young Wild West was very much puzzled. His first thought was that it was Charlie, but in an instant he knew better. The scout would never do anything like that. He was a man who always did just as Young Wild West directed on any and all occasions. Wild had told him to remain in camp until three hou;B had passed. Then if he had not shown up Charlie and the others would know that possibly something had happened to him. If that time had passed be would surely have thought it was Charlie. But only a short interval of the allotted time had gone by, and that made it certain that it was not the scout. Young Wild West almost ceased breathing when he saw the man begin to move toward the tepee. He knew he had not seen him, otherwise he would not have moved his body so soon. Less than six feet from the stranger, our hero waited developments. Nearer got the crawling man, and then, just as he reached cut his hand to touch the skins of the tepee, a startling thing happened. An Indian launched himself from somewhere out of the darkness ancl landed on the white man's back like a pan ther. Pl. startled exclamation came from the under fellow and then a desperate struggle began. It was no other than Simon Du Bois who had attempted to reach the tepee of the White Lily. And the Indian brave who had sprung upon the villain from the darkness was Wounded Foot, who had become very jealous of the paleface who was making love to his bride to-be. There was one thing about it thaf was very strange to Wild. rrhe Indian had not the sign of a weapon in his hands when he leaped upon the white man. But this was probably due to the fact that Wounded Foot did not. want to kill the renegade for fear it would affect the settlement of the dispute that was between the two tribes. But Du Bois was going to kill the Indian that had at tacked him so suddenly if he could, and by a quick movement he broke the hold of the angered redskin and drew his knife. But at that moment there was a rustling sound, and who should appear upon the scene but the White Lily The red glow from the distant fire flashed full upon her form, and as Young Wild West crouched close to the ground in blank amazement, he was struck with the thought that she made one of the loveliest pictures of real life that his eyes had ever gazed upon. 'fhe two belligerents caught sight of her at the same time, and though she spoke not a word, they let go the holds they had upon each other. With flashing eyco she looked upon them in silence a moment, and then waving her hand in the direction of the Comanche part of the camp, she said in a voice that was just above a whisper: "Go where you belong, paleface! Wounded Foot has saved your life, for if you had dared to enter my tepee I would have killed you like the wolf that you are!" The renegade was much abashed and ashamed of himself, and without the least word of a reply, he got up and slunk off in the direction she point ed. "Now, Wounded Foot, you go, too," s he said in the lan guage of the Kiowas. "The White Lily can take care of herself." Though Young Wild West did not understand the words, he knew their import well enough. Wounded Foot bowed in a humble manner to the queenly looking girl, and then stalked off to hi s own tepee. The White Lily remained standing there until he was out of sight, and then turned to go back to her quarters. "Hist!" exclaimed Wild, at that instant. She turned quick as a flash, a look of fright on her beautiful face. "The charmed arrow!" said the daring young dead-shot in a low voice. He was afraid that she might cry out, and then he would be placed in a bad position. And when he mentioned the charmed arrow he could not have done a wiser thing, for instantly the look of fear van ished from the girl's face and was replaced by a look of wonder of surprise. "I have come to talk with the White Lily for a few min utes," Wild went on, as he slowly raised himself to his knees. "She will not be angry with me." "It is the young paleface brave with the long hair. He has the charmed arrow," she answered, as though she could scarcely believe her senses.


YOUNG WILD WEST AND CHARMED ARROW. 17 "It is." "Why did you come here, when I told you to go away from the hunting grounds o f the Kiowas?" "I came to get my revolver and knife, and also to have a few words with you," our hero said boldly, for he was now pretty well at his ease. "You took much risk to come here a .fter your weapons," she answered. "But I will get them for you, for he who has been touched by the point of the charmed arrow is free to come and go as he pleases. He must not be harmed by the Kiowas, unless he first harms them. Ile is one who will be a leader among men of his own kind, and he will do great deeds and win many victories. The charmed arrow has never lied once, and it has been in the possession of the Kiowas for more than a hundred years." "Sit down, White Lily. Sit in the shadow of your tepee, so you will not be seen standing th:re by the braves around the fires. I want you to tell me about the charmed arrow." As he expected, she seemed perfectly willing to do this. When she had made a pretext of entering the tepee and placed herself in the shadow she said : "The charmed arrow is one that has a history. There has been what the palefaces call magic about it, and there is yet. It was given to a young chief over a hundred years by a medicine man who came from the clouds. He was told that as long as he possessed the arrow his life would be charmed and that he would never be killed in battle when he was fighting in the right. It was true till one day he shot the arrow at a foe and the point of the head touched a part of the foe's body. 1 / "The chief had made a mistake, for the great medicine man who came down from the clouds had told him that if the arrow was ever shot at anything human, the ona thus touched would become possessed of a charmed life, and the one who shot the arrow would lose the charm forever and be like other men. "And so it proved, for the foe who got possession of the arrow fought and won all his battles for many years after that, while the chief was killed by a bear not long after he made the great mistake. But one day the brave who owned the arrow shot it at his brother in a fit of rage, and then the charm was lost to him and went to his brother. And that is the way it has gone for generations Never once pas the charm failed. You are the one who bears the charmed life now, and no matter should the arrow be taken from you, or whether you lose it, the charm will remain. The only way you can lose the charm is to shoot the arrow at some human being, and if the point so much as his body or the hair that is on his head he will become the possessor of the charmed life and you will lose it." '!'hough our hero took no stock in the story it was interest ing, nevertheless, And whn.t made it more so was the fact of his being in such a peculiar position to hear it. "Then," said he, "the arrow must have belonged to Wounded Foot." l' It did. The charmed arrow was shot into the thigh of Wounded Foot by his father as he lay dying. He did it purposely, so the charm might not be broken. Wounded Foot got it by mistake when he shot at you to-day, and though he seems not to care much, he has lost the charm he had upon his life and given it to the young paleface brave with the long It was right that you should come back here to learn the history of the charmed arrow, I sup pose. I am glad you came." "And so am I," answered Wild. "I am glad to become the possessor of such a valuable curiosity as the charmed arrow. You may rest assured that I will never pull back a bow-string with it." "It is yours to do a3 you like with, my paleface friend," was the reply. "See here," and Wild showed how earnest he was by bend ing close to the girl. "You address me as your paleface friend. You are as much of a paleface as I am. Have you no recollection of your father or mother?" He was getting down to the point he was anxious to talk on now. The girl shook her head. "You ought to know that your parents were not like the people who have brought you up in this wild state," he went on. "Your face and figure show that you were not in tended for such a lif e as you are leading." "I love the prairie and the wildness of the mountains," and again she shook h er head. "How did you learn to speak my language?" "From a squaw who had been brought up with the pale faces." "Did this squaw get tired of living with the palefaces and come back to her own people?" ''She did. 'l'he quiet life and to be in a house all the time wore h eavily upon her, and at last she could stand it no longer and can;ie back to live with her people." "Ah I have you never thought that you will some time want to go back to your people and live as they live?" "I have no people but the Kiowas, and they have always treated me so well that I could never leave them. But yet--" "Go on," said Young Wild West. "I sometimes think that I should live lik e the white peo ple." "And the older you get the more you will think that way. Can you read?" "Only the writings of the Kiowas and the Shoshones and the Comanches." "But you speak good English." / "The one who taught me to had an education in the school of the palefaces." "And yet she did not teach you to write." "I did not want to learn." "Well, White Lily have you any faith in what I say?" "More faith than any one outside of the Kiowas that I have ever spoken to," was the reply. "Well, let me tell you, then : Years ago you had a gentle, patient mother, who reared you from a nursing babe to a charming little girl of three. You had a father, who was


18 YOUNG WILD WEST AND THE CHARMED ARIWW. handsome nnd active and ready to die for you. These two brought you to the Wild West to better their condition in life, and one day the Indians came and killed them both. '.Chen the same red men who slew them took you and brought you up as one of their own. Now, which do you think is the best for you-to r emain with the'slayers of your parents, or go back to civilization?" The girl did not answer right away. She appeared to be deeply agitated, though. Then she said : "You act as though you know what you are talking about. Do you mean what you say?" "I do." "It cannot be. 1 have always been told that I was .foun:c! on the prairie, where I had been abandoned by my pale face parents because I was in the way." ''Well, I will tell you different; Your parents were slain by the same people who took you and brought you up. Have you nothing that was on you or with you when you were brought to live with the Kiowas?" "Yes; I have something" that the squaw who knew me from the time 'I was first brought to the village of Dog-Face gave just before she died a ew months ago." "What is it?" "It is a gold chain, with a three-cornered piece of silver hanging to it." Young Wild West gave a start. According to the story of Bascom Walters, the chil

YOUNG WILD WEST AND THE CHARMED ARROW. 19 Then all three turned in the saddle and :fired two or three shots apiece into the ranks of the Indians. 1\fore than one death-cry rang out on the night air, so I they knew that their shots had not been entirely wasted. "Alter 'cm, boys!"' cried the voice oi a white man, and the three were much surprised. "A renegade with ther Inj uns," said Charlie. "Now, we have got to look out for fair. He's jest ther sort to keep 'cm comin' after us. better keep right ahead an' trust to our horses to git us away from 'em." "That's the idea," retorted Jim. "And every now and then we must fire at the :fiends and try to thin them out. That renegade of a white man who is with them ought to be the first to drop." "I'll fix him if I kin only draw bead on him," spoke up Robedee. As no shots had been fired at them since they crossed the river, they did not fire any. When they had povered a quarter of a mile they looked back and saw that their pursuers were spread out like a fan and coming on with dogged tenacity. In the dim starlight the renegade could not be distinguished from the redskins. So Jack did not fire a sli.ot, as he wanted to' do. On they went at a very swift pace. Presently another quarter of a mile was covered. But their relentless pursuers could still be seen. "I think we could do better if we commenced to pop 'em ever," remarked Jack. "Ther horses they've got are good ones, an' it is bound to come to a fight before long, anyway." "AU right, Jack. I guess you're right," answered the scout. "I--" They had now reached the level prairie. That was all he said just then, for at that very instant The splashing of the horses of their pursuers as they their horses struck a treacherous marsh and began to :flounplunged across the stream came to their ears, and then they der about in their efforts to go ahead. 1.-new that it was going to be a race for it. The result was that all three riders were thrown. There had been at least a score of the Comanches and "Poof-pooh!" sputteri>d Robedee, who struck on his ace one white man in the party that had come upon our three and got a good mouthful of mud. "This is what I call hard friends. luck." Two of the redskins had .fallen, causing the others to be more anxious than ever to catch the three scouts. It was Simon Du Bois who was leading the Comanches. After being driven to his camp by the White Lily he had hung around in a meditative manner until suddenly there was a great confusion among the Kiowas. Then word came to him that a young paleface had been caught in the camp while talking to the White Dog-Face had ordered him to be tied to a tree until his fate was decided upon. The renegade became much interested when he heard this. He asked a few questions, and learned that the prisoner had three friends somewhere in the close vicinity, and also that he was in possession of a charmed arrow that would prevent the Kiowas from killing him. It struck Du Bois that it would be a good idea to go out nd hunt up the three companions 0 the prisoner. He went to Rising Moon and told him all about it. The chief told him to go ahead and do as he liked. This is how the renegade and his party of Comanches happened to come upon Charlie, Jim and Jack as they were on their way to hunt up Young Wild West. Now that he had met with a loss, Du Bois was determined to catch the scouts. He was certain they were the three friends of the prisoner Dog-Face had, and he was now itching to get them back to the camp and treat them to a little torture. What the Comanches could not think of in the way of torturing a captive, the renegade could. He was quite a genius, as well as a heartless, cruel man. But the thing to do now 'was to catch the fugitives. Du Bois rode a good horse and the redskins with him were all well mounted. But so were our three friends. The pursued rode on, gaining slightly. "An' it will be worse than hard luck if we don't git ther horses out of here,'" added Charlie, as he got himself into an erect position and began to pull his horse back. Already the animals were in knee deep, and frightened at what had happened, they struggled in a frenzy to get out of the marsh. Just then a hoarse yell of delight came from the pursuing redskins. They saw that their intended victims had dismounted, and it was quite probable that they knew the cause, for the noise the horses made was loud enough to be heard a long distance. "It's comin' now, boyR !" Cheyenne Charlie exclaimed, gritting bard upon his teeth. ''We've got to fight for fair now." "vYell, let's get out Dart, speaking coolly. Ah!" of this place, then," retorted Jim "We won't stand any show here. Jim hacl succeeded in getting his horse out of the mire. Just then a volley was fl.reel from the redskins. The bullets whistled all around the heads of the three who were so badly cornered. Jack's horse gave a snort of agony and rolled over on the marsh. A bullel had touched a vital spot in the animal. Dart ran back and dragged Robeclee from the ooze. "Oh, if vrild was only here he thought. "He would find a way out of this scrape, I am sure." But Wild was not there, and, in fact, they knew not whether he was alive or dead. 'rhc scout had got his horse out of the soft spot now, and making the animal lie down before him, he began shooting at their foes as he knelt upon the ground. The Comanches were riding back and forth, hanging low


20 YOUNG WTLD WEST AND TIIE CHARMED ARROW onir the necks of their horses, so as to escape being made i The conversation with the White Lily had been so intertargets of. esting that be had really forgotten where he was. At irregular intervals a volley would be fired by them. He was quickly disarmed as a frightened scream came The three kept on firing, however, and at the end of five from the lips of the girl, and the next minute a crowd of minutes they had only succeeded in emptying one sadale. Kiowas came rushing to the scene. "This won't do," said Charlie, shaking his head sadly. 1 "Let the paleface go!" said the White Lily, as soon as she "It's a hard thing to do, but we've got to surrender. It'll calmed down a little. "J.,et him go, I say! He is the owner be our only chance of learning the fate of Wild, I reckon, of the charmed arrow for it are more thrm likely that they've got him a prisoner But the Kiowas would not listen to her. in ther Kiowa camp; an' if there is anything in the charmed It was evident that they regarded her with susp1c1on, arrer, an' ther White Lily's power among ther reds, we since she had been conversing with the paleface when the might git out of it. What do you say?" two braves discovered him. ''Let it be rnrrender, then," answered Jim. Straight to the tepee of Dog-Face they conducted him, "Yes; for I can't do anything much," added Robedee. and just as they reached it the old chief came out in a state "I never felt ther need of my lost leg so much as I do now!" of great excitement. "Hey, you fellows!" called out the scout in a loud voice, ''Ugh!" he exclaimed, when his eyes fell upon the captive. as there came a lull in the firing. "So the paleface boy has come back to us, has he? Well, "What's ther matter?" was the quick answer. he must not be allowed to go free again." It was the renegade. At this juncture the White Lily pushed her way to his "You're a white man, I guess." &ide. "I am." "The paleface boy with the long hair came back to "Well, what are you goin' to do with us if we surrender?" learn the history of the charmed arrow," she said, dramat "I don't know. That will have to be decided after we ically. "Wcunded :Foot shot the arrow at him by mistake git you back to our camp." and it pinned his hair to the tree The arrow is sacred to "We ain't done nothin' to you fellers." the mem0ry of the great medicine man who came down from "Oh, no I" was the sarcastic rejoinder. "Only shot three the clouds, and it must be revered by the Kiowas." good Comanche braves, that's all." This was said in the Indian tongue, and Wild could only "But you fellows attacked us first." guess what it meant. "That makes no differE)nce." But he saw that it had no little effect on the braves. "There is no use in arguing with him," said Jim in a low tone. "Tell him that'we will run the chances and surren der." "All right;" and then Charlie again called out: "We are willing to take our chances with you fellers. Give us your word that you won't fire on us, an' we'll come out there." "All right. Come on !"was the retort. Holding their revolvers ready for inst!nt use, in case there was treachery on foot, the three moved away from the marsh toward the Indians. But they had not covered more than ten feet when they saw the advisability of putting Jack on one of the horses. He was hoisted to Jim's saddle, and then they went strajght to the waiting band. 'ren minutes later they were securely bound, with Jim on a horse that belonged to one of the slain Indians, and moving for the double camp in the cottonwood grove { CHAPTER IX. JACK'S GREAT PERIJ,. Young Wild West was taken completely by surprise when the two Tndian braves sprang upon him. It was one of the few times in bis adventurous career that he had forgotten to act with caution. The chie, too, seemed about to give in to the girl, but by a great effort 'he threw off all such a feeling, and angrily ordered her to go back to her tepee. "If you harm a hair of the head of the young paleface with the long hair a rain of fire will descend from the clouds and burn the Kiowas as the leg was burned from the paleface man to-day!" she cried. "He has the cba.rmed D rrow, and if be is harmed the magic spell will be broken." "The White Lily will go back to her tepee. The paleface boy will not be harmed, but he shall be tied to a tree till daylight. He must remain a prisoner in the hands of Dog Face as a punishment for coming here without the knowl edge 0 the Kiowas. Dog-Face bas spoken." Wild was looking at the girl when this was said to her, and when he saw her face relax into an expression of relief he felt just a trifle easier. She said no more, but went directly\to her quarters. Then our hero was led to a tree and bound securely to it. It was the second time in twenty-four hours that he had been in that fix. Nothing daunted, however, he looked around as though amused at what he saw. All was excitement in the Kiowa part of the camp, but where the Comanches were it was comparatively quiet. But he had not been there over an hour when he saw the white man who had trying to get jnto the tepee of the White Lily saddling his horse. Then he noticed a lot of the Comanches doing the same thing. ........


YOUNG WILD WEST AND THE ARROW. A feeling of uneasiness came over the young Prince of the And when the braves 0 the latter named tribe recognized Saddle as he saw these preparations. Jack Robedee they set up a cry of disapproval. They were going out for some purpose. This was puzzling to the Comanches, and they wanted to And what purpose could it be but to hunt up his part-know what it meant right away. ners? Then one. of the young chiefs who had been in the council He was confident that the villainous white man had told them how the paleface had let Dog-Face burn off his heard all about his capture, for he had seen him peering foot, and how he had laughed and sang for them while it through the at him shortly after he was tied to the was burning. tree. There was the stump to show that the foot had really been "I hope they arc not going alter Charlie and the others," burned off, and when the Comanches looked at it they shook Wild muttered. "They will be waiting over there in the their heads in a puzzled way. camp for me to come back, and when the three hours are up But Simon Du Bois bad made an examination of that they will set out to hunt me up as 1 told them to do. That stump shortly after taking the three prisoners, and he knew will be just about the time the Comanches and that renewhat was the matter. gade fellow get there, if they ride in that direction. It Ile had seen such things as cork legs before. be warm work for my partners if they happen to come He resolved to show the Kiowas what fools they had been togetaer." to think that the man had suffered pain while his foot Pretty soon he eaw them ride off. was being burned off. 'rhere were twenty or more o.f them, and that made the But he did not say anything just then. boy fed that his chums were surely in danger. Young Wild West. though nearly fifty yards distant, It was quite likely that some of the Kiowas had told them <;ould sec everything that was going on. all about him and how many .friends he had. rrhc\trees happened to be few and far between in that One thing that Wild was glad 0 was that the red fiends portion oi i.he big double camp. had not taken the arrow from his coat. He knew what the exi::itement was when the braves gath-It was there as he had placed it after showing it to his ered about Robedec in a curious manner and made all friends that afternoon. sorts of exclamations in their own language. He began to think there was some sort 0 charm about the Pretty soon Rising Moon, the chief of the Comanches, arrow, .as far as the superstitious feelings of the Kiowas came out to have a look at the man who had allowed his foot went, anyhow. to burn olI while he sang and laughed at the / Kiowas. Be:vond the fact that a couple 0 the Indians had been Then Dog-Face was sent for, and when he corroborated -selected to stand guard over him little or no attention was all that had been said concerning Robedee all hands were paid to him. filled with wonder. The minutes flitted by. That is, all hands were with the exception of Simon Du It was tiresome to stand that way, but ii he sagged his Bois. weight any the ropes about bis body and neck would cut He smiled soitly to himself and waited. into him, so there was nothing for him to do but to stand Pretty soon Dog-race turned to Rising Moon and advised the torture, for torh1re it certainly was. that Robcdee shou ld be set free, as he was more than morAter what seemed to be a long time he heard the shouts tal man. of approaching redskins, and then he knew that the party At this the renegade stepped over and whispered some-which had gone cut some time before was returning. thing in the ear of the chief. Their shouts told him plainly that they were elated over Rising Moon gave a grunt of satisfaction, and then turnsomething, and then his spirits sank. mg to the Kiowa chief, said : Could it be that they had succeeded in :finding Charlie, "Dog-Face has burned one foot from the white man who Jim and Jack, and wiping them out? feels no pain; now Rising Moon will bUrn the other, and But he was not long kept in suspense, for three minutes then his braves can see that the Kiowas have not crooked later the redskins and their white leader arrived in camp, tongues when they tell such great things about the pale and when Wild saw that they had three prisoners with them face." his heart gave a bound, while a sigh of relief escaped his 'l'hough our friends could not understand this, they were iips. quite certain that Bomething was being arranged that was While he recognized the prisoners as being his partners, not at all t.o their benefit. he was relieved to know that they had not been killed. 'rhe renegade made known what was in the wind very "While there is life there is hope" is an old saying, and soon, though. a true one, too, and that is the way Young Wild West looked "You three fellers arc a nice lot, ain't you?" he observed, at it. with a sneer. "You had to come nosin' around among ther The three prisoners' arrival of course attracted the attenredskins till you got yourselves in trouble. We've got the tion of. the whole crowd of Indians. whole four 0 you, now, and we are goin' to have some fun Both Com. anches and Kiowas ran to the spot to have a I with ther one-legged feller before we put ther :finishin' look at them. touches to you. We're goin' to burn ther other foot off this


22 YOUNG WILD WEST AND THE CHARMED ARROW. feller her8> an' we want to hear him sing an' whistle while 1 it's burnin'." Wild heard the words only too plain. He realized that unle8s something extraordinary hap pened, J ark Robcdee would be ruined for life, even if he was not killed. He resolved to appeal to the girl in the tepee that was not far away from the tree where he was tied. "Come out, White Lily," he said, softly. "Come out at once. I have the charmed arrow and I want to talk to you." As low as he had s poken the word s they had been heard. The next minute a figure emerged from the tepee. It was enveloped in a coarse blanket, but Wild knew who it was. Straight to the tree the figure advanced. "What do you want?" she asked in a low tone, for it surely was the White Lily. "I want you to get me my weapons and cut me loose from this tree, and then help me to &ave my friends over there. The Comanches are going to burn my friend s other foot off, and if they do that he may as well be dead, for he will never be able to walk again." The girl remained silent for a moment. "Fol' the sakr. of the charmed arrow of the Kiowas I will do as you say," she said in a dreamy voice. "It must be done It must be done Then she away. The attention of the entire camp was directed upon the three prisoners that had been brought in by Du Bois, and not a redskin had seen or heard what pas s ed between our hero arid the girl. : Meanwhile there was quite a discussion going on between the chiefs of the two tribes. The Comanches were for burning off the other foot of Jack, and the Kiowas were for letting him go. But the Comanches :finally won. Rob edee was seized and carried to an open spot that was considerable nearer to where Wild was tied, and then a stake was driven into the ground. Jack was tied to this in a manner similar to that in1 whicb he had been that afternoon. Dry brushwood ll'as brought to make a fire, and as the Indians were placing Jack's foot in position so it would burn readily, Willl looked anxiously for the appearance of the White Lily. The next moment he saw her gliding toward him, the folds of the blanket wound tightly' about her body. Without a word she stepped nimbly up to him and severed the rope that held him to the tree. Then she placed his rifle and belt that contained his revolver s and knife in his hands. "Go!" she exclaimed, in a low, pleading voice. "I will save your friend with the one leg." "All three of my friends must be saved, White Lily!" Young Wild West declared, looking her straight in the eyes. "I will try to save them." "And I will help you!" CHAPTER X. WHAT 'HE CHARMED ARROW WAS THE MEANS OF DOING. The Wl1itc Lily did not answer Young Wild West, but throwing off the blanket, she hastened to the spot where the Comanches were about to set fire to the pile of brushwood on which Robedee's foot rested. Jack was white as a sheet He was not acting anything like he had that afternoon when he had let the Kiowas burn off his cork leg. This was an entirely different matter. When everything was in readiness Simon Du Bois pro duced a match from his pocket and struck it. "Now, why don't you sing us a comic song?" he asked,. fiendishly, as he touched the flame to the dry brushwood. "This ain't a cork leg that's goin' to burn, old man." "I know it ain't," answered Jack. "What are you-a demon, or what?'' "I'm anything you want to call me," was the calm reply. "Ah now you'll commence to sing in a minute !" The foe was burning up now, and it would be only a question of a short time before Jack would be suffering the direst agony, unless the :fiendish work was stopped. It was stopped just then, for like a whirlwind the White Lily rushed. to the spot, and with her own hands swept the burning brush aside. "This must not be!" she cried in the language of the Kiowas. "I, the White Lily, say that this man must go free!" Du Bois looked at her aghast. She appeared very beautiful to him just then, and think ing there might be a chance for him to win her if he allowed her to have her way, he bowed low and said : ".As you will, White Lily. I am here to obey you!" At this she gave him a smile that penetrated to his very soul-if he had such a thing-and then he thought he had really won her love. While the Indians looked on in astonishment the girl _..----severed the thongs that bound Robedee to the stake. Tl1en she assisted him to get up. "Get a horse and leave at once she exclaimed. "I reckon I'd better," answered Jack. "I don't stand much show to put up a fight, with only one foot to stand on." He hopped over to where the horses were tied. At that moment Rising Moon spoke. "The paleface must not go. He must have his other leg burned off "See here, chief.!" and Du Bois caught him by the arm "This 'i\> all for the best. Don'.t you see that the White Lily has alien in love with me, an' if I marry her we'll have things our own way with the Kiowas." This was said in a whisper. The chief did not see at first, but when it was explained he gave in. But while he was unde r s tanding it the way his white ad-


YOUNG WILD WEST AND TUE, CHARMED ARROW. 23 viser did, the one-legged man was getting well on the road to escape. Jack had untied the first horse he struck, and he had the bridle on the animal when Rising Moon called out for him to go on away from the camp. "How about ther rest o.r ther prisoners, White asked the renegade, taking off his hat to the girl. "If you wish to please the Wl:ijte Lily, let them go. We are not at war with the palefaces, and we do not want to be, unless they make trouble for us. Let the prisoners go, if you would try to win the heart of the White Lily." This was said in a tone that was loud enough for almost every one in the camp to hear. And there was one who heard it who fairly boiled with hate and rage as the words came to his This was Wounded Foot, who had been ordered to his tepee by the girl a few hours before. --. Like a ghost he stalked out into the shadow of the trees, a gleaming knife in his hand. The young chief was bent on murdering the white rene gade, even if it started a war between t1f Kiowas and the Comanches l Young Wild West saw what was in the air, for he was but a short distance away when he saw Wounded Foot emerge from the tepee. Wild thought it about time he found his horse. But he

24 YOUNG WILD WEST AND THE CHARMED ARROW. They concluded to take the risk of remaining in the! grove till go after arranging it so one of them would be on guard all the time, they turned 1!1. The next morning, shortly after sunrise, they were up and stirring. Young Wild West climbed a tree and took a look in the di rcctiou of 1he Indian encampment. A column of smoke was ascending skyward, which showed that at least one of the tribes were there. After scanning the prairie in almost every direction Wild turned his gaze up the river. Th water glittered in the light of the morning sun, and as he looked upon it be suddenly saw a canoe come down the stream. The little craft was not exact ly drifting, for the sharp eyes of the boy could see a moving paddle, though it was difficult to see the person who was handling it, so low in the canoe did he crouch. \Yild became very much interested. "Come up here, boys!" he called out to those below. "There is a canoe coming down the river." "Is that so?" queried Jim. "We11, I guess I'll take a look at it." Up he went, and then Charlie quickly followed. "You fellers kin tell me all about it when you come down," remarked Robedee, as he looked at the stump of his ruined cork leg. The three watched the canoe for fully ten minutes. Though it was coming slowly, in that time it got pretty close to them. So close that they could see that there were two forms in it. One of the forms was lying in the stern of the craft in what might have been termed a confused heap, and the other was crouching in the bow and working the paddle. Half a minute later the canoe was lost to sight, for a fringe of bushe s ran from that point clear to the cotton woods in which the four had pitched their camp. "We will get down and hail them when they get opposite our camp," observed \Vild as be started to descend the tree. "That's what's ther matter!" exclaimed Cheyenne Char lie. "Somethin's in ther wind, I reckon !" "There is something wrong in that canoe; you can depend on that," said Wild. "We had better get ready for something to happen, I guess." Down the tree he came in a hurry, followed by the other two. "What's ther matter?" queried Jack. "li canoe," retorted Charlie. "It might be that we'll light out kirnler quick like." Wild haslenccl to the bank o.f the river. He knew the canoe would be due there in a minute or so. And he was not surpri s ed when he saw it come around a bend just then with an In

YOUNG WILD WEST AND THE CHARMED Ai.mow. When daylight came Wounded l!'oot crawled to the tepee of th0 White Lily and scratched gently upon the skins. Almost instantly the flap was i.hrust aside and her face appeared. "Why rlid you not come before, Wounded Foot?" she asked "I was afraid the White Lily would not smile upon mt)," was the reply. "You tried to kill the bad white man, Wounded Foot," she went on, without noticing his remark. "You made a "Docs the White Lily want him for her husband?" he asked, his eyes kindling with fire. "No." "Ah!" The Indian's face softened instantly. "The White Lily talked to lhe bad white man sweetly to make him save the lives of the 1paleaces," she resumed. {'The charmed arrow made me save them all. Now Wound ed Foot has made a war between the Kiowas and the Coman ches. Unless he does as the White Lily tells him we will all be killed, as the Comanches number more than we do." "What does the White T. .. ily want me to do?" "Go and tell Dog-Face to come here at once." ''I will do it." Wounded Foot hastened away, and in less than a minute returned with the chief of the band. Dog-Face showed signs of having passed a sleepless night. He was very much worried over the trouble that had arisen between the two tribes. "Has the White Lily any advice to offer?" he asked, as he stepped into the tepee. "Yes," was i.he quick reply. "Unless we get lhelp the Comanches will kill us all before sunset. We must have some braves to help us." "How can we get them?" and the chief shrugged his shoulders. "Let us go and get the palefaces to help us." "The palefaces we let go away last night?" "Y cs; the White Lily will get them to help :fight the Comanches. 'l'he young paleface with the long hair can tured Jack Robedee, and was amply large enough to acc01r. modate four, if necessary. 'rhe two goi. in the little craft and went paddling uoise lessly down the river, while no one, saV'e a very few of the Kiowa warriors, knew of their departure from the camp. When Young Wild West and his partners suddenly ap peared on the bank of the river before the White Lily and Wounded Foot the girl gave a cry of delight. She had not been certain as to where the camp was, and that was why she had rirnn in the canoe to look around. "I have come to see the young paleface brave with the long hair," she said. "He has the charmed arrow and his life is safe. Will he do the White Lily a kindness?" "What is it, miss? I am sure that we owe you a whole lot, and if I can do anything for you I shall be only too glad to do it," replied Wi l d, as he tipped his sombrero to her. "Will you help the Kiowas fight the Comanches?" "If you want usto we surely will." "I do want you If Dog-Face does not have help the braves of Rising Moon will kill all his warriors. If you will come to the camp right away Dog-Face will never forget you." "Well, we will go. But it is not on account of Dog-Face, it is to oblige you. Come, boys Get the horses ready and we will go at once." The face of the White Lily lighted up with joy when she heard this, and Wounded Foot grunted with pleasure. Young Wild West recognized the young chief, and turning to him, he said : ''Did you kill the bad white man?" "No," answered the chief, shrugging his shoulders; "I missed him, but I will not the next time." "Turn the canoe up the river, Wounded Foot," spoke up the girl. "You must be there to help fight the Coman ches." 'rhe little craft was turned around and started swiftly up the river. Neither Wounded Foot nor the White Lily cared to hide their movements now. :fight a dozen Indians. He knows no ear and can shoot 'rhey ,had done the errand they had started upon, and now so straight that many of the Comanches will fall in a short i.hey wanted to get back as soon as possible. time when he starts to :fight. I will go and get them to help Our friends soon got their horses ready and mounted. us. wounded Foot will go with me; we will use the canoe to Then they set out without stopping to get any breakfast. go down the river to lhe camp of the It was rather a peculiar sort of errand that they were "The White Lily speaks words of wisdom,') said the old on, but Wild felt that they were duty bound to help the chief, after a moment's thought. "She will go at once. cause of the White Lily. She will tell the paleface braves to help us fight the ComanSwiftly the four rode in the direction of the Indian camp. ches. Then, when the White Lily and Wounded Foot have Wher. half-way there they suddenly heard the report of got to the camp of the palefaces, I will get my braves to:firearms. gcther and tell them that we must keep from :fighting till Hostilities had been resumed at the camp. the palefaces come. Dog-Face has spoken." "We must hurry, boys," our hero remarked. "The CoThat was all that the White T..iily wanted to know. manches outnumber the Kiowas two to one "Come!" she said to Wounded Foot, and then they ihastAll four unslung their rifles and got ready for business. ened to the banks of the river where the one canoe that the They had not covered more than a hundred yards when band had brought with them was moored. 1 they saw a number of squaws come running out of the grove It was the same the two Indians had used when tbey cap-: ahearl. I


YOUNG WILD WEST AND THE CHARMED ARROW. 'rhey had their pappooses with them, and were in a great f 'rhe victorious Kiowas followed them up, sparing none fright. whom they came upon. They were those belonging to the Kiowa camp, and their sudden appearance sihowed that Dog-Face was getting ready They even started in to kill the squaws. But then Young Wild West rode down amongst them to retreat. "Stop it!" he cried. "Leave the squaws alone "That's a good move on ther part 0 ther squaws," said Dog-Face was close enough to hear what !J.e said, and he Cheyenne Char lie; "but I reckon Dog-Face will do better at once called his warriors off. if he stays in ther grove. There's plenty 0 trees there "Do as the young paleface with the long hair says," he orfor him to keep his braves behind." dered. "My! But they're gettin' in real lively now," observed And they did, too. 1 they had not, the bullets 0 the Robedee. "Well, in a couple of minutes we'll be able to whites would have been turned upon them, even as they had take a hand in ther game." been upon the Comanches. They were letting their horses go at full speed now, and The Kiowas did not pursue them far. Young Wild West rapidly (hew ahead They were elated at the victory which had only been Pretty soon he was near enough to see the Indians among made possible by the timely arrival 0 Young Wild West -the trees. apd his three partners. The Kiowas were being forced toward the river bank, The Kiowas hacl l ost about hal their number, but their but were returning the fire 0 the Comanches with a vengefoes had suffered far worse than that. a nee. When the squaws saw the four riding swiftly to the scene 0 battle they uttered shrill cries and waved their hands ex citedly. In another minute Wilcl was near enough to see the dif ference between the two bands 0 redskins. Then he fired a shot that dropped one of the Comanche chiefs. That was a signal for his partners to begin Crack-crack--crack-crack I It was a deadly :fire that they poured into the ranks of the CHAPTER XII. CONCLUSION. Our friends did not dismount, but kept riding around through the camp, telling the Kiowas what to do with the wounded, and endeavoring to straighten things out gen erally. Young Wild West was looking or the White Lily and redskins, and coming as it did from a different direction, Wounded Foot. the Comanches at once became demoialized and made themselves easy marks for the Kiowas. "Whoopee! Whoopee!" yelled Cheyenne Charlie, and then his companions took up the cry. Their rifles cracked as fast as they could sight them now, and making a swerve so as to catch the Comanches on the flank, they rode around the edge of the grove with the speed 0 the wind. For the next ten minutes there was hot work on the banks cf the Arickaree. But in spite 0 their numbers, the Comanches were grad ually being whipped. The fierce warwhoops of the opposing factions and the discordant shrieks 0 the squaws mingled with the cracking of the firearms, and made a truly hideous sound on the morning air. Slowly but surely the Comanches fell back, and ater 1 t was time they were there. Riding out 0 the smoke, he looked down the river. The canoe was coming on as fast as the strong arms 0 the young chie could propel it, and in the stern sat the White Lily, an anxious look on her face. Then Wild suddenly caught sight 0 a form sneaking toward the river bank through the trees. It was not that of a redskin. That he saw at a glance. A moment later he saw who it was. It was no other than Simon Du Bois. The renegade mlst have been let behind in some way when the Comanches beat a retreat His wounded arm was in a sling and he was minus his hat, showing that the villain had ta]rnn part in the stru gg l e But what was he up to now? There could only be one reason that he was sneaking tothem pressed Dog-Face and his braves. ward the approaching canoe, Wild figured, and that was to In another five minutes they took to their horses and fled get his revenge upon the young chic he regarded as his ior the open prairie. rival for the hand 0 the White Lily.


YOUNG WILD WEST AND THE CHARMED ARROW. j'f, Even as Young Wild West sat in the saddle watohing him 1 to the rescue of Wounded Foot they both went under the Du Boi s raised his rifle and leveled it at Wounded Foot. 'rhe canoe was less than a dozen yards from him now, l:!nd neither the young chief nor the girl saw the villain crouching behind a tree near the water's edge. Wild was just going to try a shot at the renegade when he saw him throw down hiS' rifle in an angry fashion. It was evidently empty. Then with a hoarse yell on his lips, Du Bois drew a re volver and ran out, shooting as he went. But there were only two shots left in his weapon, and dropping that, he drew his knife. Neither of the bullets had hit Wounded Foot, and seeing his foe, he dropped the paddles and sprang wajst deep in surface, the Indian on top. And they did not come up again. "White I..1ily," said our hero, looking earnestly at the girl, "are you going with me to your uncle?" She looked at him for a minute and then answered: "I will go and see him, but I will come back to the Kiowas again." "Good I That is all I ask. I promised him I would look for you, ancl if I found you, would bring you to him." "You promised my uncle that?" "Yes." "How did you know the man was my uncle?" "He told me the little child that was stolen away by the the water and hurried to meet him. Kiowas had the chain you say you have. When I saw ybu The renegade reached the edge of the bank, and then had the chain I knew I had found you. All I told you about he leaned over, waiting for the brave wl{o had tried to take your father and mother being killed by the Kiowas is true. his life in such a cowardly way. Go to your tepee, White Lily, and get what you wish to take Wild conld easily have shot Du Bois, but did not. with you. Y 0L1 may come back to the Kiowas again when There was a sort of fascination about the scene that caused you choose, you know, but you had better take all the things him to look on in silence. you love with you, for fear they will be lost when you get The two had a grudge, and each was going to pay it, if back." he could. "Paleface with the long hair, you have never told me The Indian reached the bank, the fire of hatred gleaming your name. What is it?" in his eyes. Then it was that Du Bois made a fierce lunge at him, and losing his balance, toppled over in the water. But the blade had struck Wounded Foot in the shoulder, inflicting a very painful wound. Both went below the surface, and as they did so the White Lily pushed the canoe to the shore and sprang out. Just what she meant to do will never be known, for at at moment Young Wild West stepped up to her and took her by the hand. "I am Young Wild West." ''The greatest brave the White Lily has ever eeen I" With that she ran in the direction of the camp. Wild mounted his horse again and rode back to where his three partners were. They had been watching him while he was talking with the girl, and t hree minutes later they were not surprised when they saw her come out of her tepee and go to her horse. She mountell, and without a word to any one, rode off "All is well, White Lily," he said "The Comanches to the prairie. have been defeated and victory is on the side of Dog-Face 'rhe Kiowas thought nothing of\ this, as she was accus-and his warriors." tomed to riding out alone She gave a glad cry, and then turned her attention upon Young Wild West knew what the girl's action meant. the river again. She did not want the Indians to know that she was taking 'rhe two foes had come to the surface in a deadly el'.l?-leave of them and was going away with the palefaces. brace. The blood from Wounded Foot's wound was staining the water a deep crimson. Both had lost their knives in the sudden plunge, and they were now siniply fighting to drown each other. It was a terrible fight, too. Neither of them had the use of more than one arm. "Good-by, Dog-l!'ace," said Wild, turning to the old Kiowa chief. "We are going back to the home of the palefaces now. May you be a good chief and live long and let the palefaces alone hereafter." ''Good-by, paleface brave. You have the charmed arrow of the Kiowas, and you are sure to live long. Dog-Face and his warriors are thankful to you for what you have done." It was going to be a struggle io the death. That was all the leave-taking there was. But it did not last long. The next minute the four were galloping rapidly over the Just as the White Lily implored Young Wild West to go I pr irie.


28 YOUNG WILD WEST AND THE CHARMED ARROW. They did not go in the direction the White Lily had She had preserved this, and when he said there was no taken, but kept straight for the camp they had left to assist mistaking it, the White Lily took it for granted that she the Kiowas to do battle. was Helen Bradley, as he claimed she was. \Vhen they got there they were soon joined by the girl. Whether she ever'went back to pay a visit to the Kiowas "I am going to the home o.f the palefaces," she said. "I we do not know, but when Young Wild West left her s h e belong there, I suppose, but I lov e the prairie and the mounseemed to be pretty well contented with her surroundings tains, and the Kiowas have been good to me." There i> little more to add. Before starting back for Jack Robedee got a carpenter to make him a wooden leg in place of the one h e A few clays later our friends reached the town where had lost, and then 1 he appeared to be in a much easier .frame Bascom Walters was awaiting them. 'rhe only thing to prove that the girl was really his niece \Vas the chain that had been around the neck of the child. of mind. Wild took care not to lose the charmed arrow, which, he declared, he was going to keep as a valuable relic THE END Read "YOUNG WILD WEST'S GREAT ROUND UP; OR, CORRALING THE RANCH RAIDERS," whic lt will be the next number ( 43) of "Wild West Week ly." SPECIAL NOTICE: All back numbers of this week l y are a lways in print. If you cannot obtain them from an y newsdealer, send the price in money or postage stamps by mai l to FRANK T OUSEY, PUBLISHER, 24 UNION SQUARE, NEW YORK, and you will receive the copies you order by return mail. '' HAPPY DAYS," The B e st Illust rated W eekly St ory Paper Published. "HAPPY DAYS" is a large 16 -page paper containing Interesting Stor i es, Poems, Sketches, Com i c S t ories J okes, Answers to Correspondents, and many other brigh t featu r es. I ts Authors and-Arti sts h ave a national reputation. No amount of money is spared to make this week l y t he bes t p ubli s h ed. A NEW S TORY BEGINS EVERY WEEK IN HAPPY DAYS." OUT TO-DAY! OUT TO-DAY. Rolly; OR, THE BOY W H O RAISED HIMSELF, :By P:red. Fear:n.o"t, ( H e ro o f the Great WORK A N D WIN" S tor es) Begins in No. 462 of "HAPPY DAYS,H Issued Aug. 7, 1903. 5 CE:N'TS. For sale by aU Newsdealers, or will be sent to a n y address on. receipt o f p r ice by FRANK TOUSEY Publisher. 24 Union Square. New York.


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.A. 1V :0 CONTAINS ALL SORTS OF STORIES. EVERY STORY COMPLETE. D PAGES. BEAUTIFULLY COLORED COVERS. PRICE 5 C.ENTS. LATEST ISSUES: 19 Flyer Dave, the Boy Jockey; or, Riding the Winner. By Allyn Draper. 232 Philadelphia Phil ; or, From a Bootblack to a Mercaant. By How ard Austin. 233 Custer's Last Shot; or, The Boy Trailer of the Little Horn. By An Old Sc.ont. 195 Tbe '.l.'wenty Gray Wolves; or, Fighting A Cratty King. By Howard Austin. 234 The Rival Rangers; or, The Sons of Freedom. By Gen. Jas. A. Gordon. 196 The Palace of Gold; or, The Secret of a Lost Race. By Richard R. Montgomery. 197 Jack Wright' s Submarine Catamaran; or, The Phantom Ship of the Yellow Sea. By "Noname. 235 Old Sixty-Nine; or, ':"'he Prince of Engineers. By Jas. C. Merritt. 236 Among the Fire-Worshippers; or, Two New York Boys In Mexico. By Howard Austin. Ul8 A Monte Cristo at 18; or, From Slave to Avenger. By Allyn Draper. 237 Jack Wrigbt and his Electric Sea Motor; or, The Search tor a Drifting Wreck. By "Noname. 199 Tbe Floating Gold Mine ; or, Adrift In an Unknown Sea. By Capt. Thos. II. Wilson. Moll Pitcher' s Boy; or, As Brave as His Mother. By Gen'I Jas. A. Gordon. 238 Twenty Years on an Island; or, The Story of a Castaway. By Capt. Tbos. H. Wilson. 239 Colorado Carl; or, Tbe King of the Saddle. By An Old Scout. 240 Hook and Ladder Jack, the Daring Young Fireman. BJ Ex-Fire Chief Warden. "We. By Richard R. Montgomery. 241 Ice-Bound; or, Among the Floes. By Berton Bertrew. Jack Wright and Ills Ocean Racer; or, Around the World In 20 Days. By "Noname. 242 Jack Wright and His Ocean Sleuth-Hound; or, '.l.'racklng an Un der-Water Treasure. By "Noname." The Boy Pioneers ; or, Tracking an Indian Treasure. By Allyn Draper. 243 The Fatal Glass; or, The Traps and Snares of New York. A: True Temperance Story. By Jno. B. Dowd. 1IH Still Alarm Sam, the Daring Boy Fireman; or, Sure to Be Os Hand. By Ex-Fire Chief Warden. Lost on the Ocean; or, Ben Blu!f's Last Voyage. By Capt. Thos. 244 The Maniac Engineer; or, A Life's Mystery. By Jas. C. Merritt. 245 Jack Wright and His Electric Locomotive; or, The Lost Mine ot Death Valley. By "Noname." i:.::;.'( H. Wilson. Jack Wright and His Electric Canoe; or, Working In the Revenue Service. By "Noname. 246 The Ten Boy Scouts. A Story of the Wild West. By An OI

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