On the Plains with Buffalo Bill, or, Two years in the Wild West


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On the Plains with Buffalo Bill, or, Two years in the Wild West

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No. 1510 NEW YORK, MAY 11. 1927 On sped the wagons at the top of the horses speed. Tom dashed alongside of one o f them and sang out: "Gimme a Some one banded him a Remington. and a revolver was thrust out to him. Price 8 Cents

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PLUCK AND LUCK Issued pricP, ppr year; Canadian, $4.aO; Foreign, $5.00. 1927, l>:J Wcsttrnn' Puhlishing Co., 11u., HO Cedar 8treet .N ew York. N. Y EntetPd as Second Clnss Matter Dl'C. 8, 11111, at the l'ost-Ullice nt New )'o rk. N. Y .. under the .A.ct of March a, 187:1 No. 1510 NEW YORK, MAY 11, 1927 Price 8 Cents. On the Plains With Buffalo Bill OR, TWO YEARS IN THE WILD WEST By AN OLD SCOUT. CHAPTER I.-The Young New Yorker and Buffalo Bill in Leavenworth City. In the stirring days just after the war Leavenworth City was the starting point of nearly all the wagon-trains which moved westward across the immense prairie plains. The place was always full of teamsters, traders, trappers, hunters, }lustlers, gamblers, and that peculiarly indispensable character known in the West as a guide. Among such a mass of people, whose calling was inseparable from danger, could be found many emigrants from the States east of Mississippi, all eager to get out beyond the border and grow up wiih the country. The fact that the ever restless redman lived out beyond the border and sometimes asserted himself did not appear to have the least particle of deterrent effect on the stream of humanity fl.owing in that direction. One day a youth of some nineteen years of age landed from a steamboat just arrived from St. Louis, and grip-sack in hand, sought one of the numerous hotels not far from the river front. Entering the hotel, he looked around till he saw the clerk's desk, and then advanced to it and asked: "Have you a spare room?" "Yes, sir," said the clerk. "Do you want a whole room for yourself?" "Yes; for the present at least," he replied, de posing his grip-sack at his feet and registering his name. A dozen or more rough teamsters were looking on at the moment, and when he turned and fol lowed the boy up to his room they rushed up to the register and read: "Tom Hayes, New York." "Humph!" grunted one of them. "A tender foot!" In a little while young Hayes came downstairs, we3ring boots, a flannel shirt, slouch hat, and looking neat as a new pin in that crowd of men, who were not overscrupulous in the matter of personal cleanliness. He moved about among the crowd as if interested in everything he heard or saw. But he did not speak to any one because they were all strangers to him. They .were a noisy crowd, for some had been drinking freely, and others talked of trips to Santa Fe and of hairbreadth escapes by flood and field. Young Hayes looked on and listened, but not knowing anybody there did not do any talking. Suddenly he felt a heavy hand on his shoulder, and a very gruff voice asked: "Whar yer bound, tenderfoot?!' "I am bound to stay right here till I go some where else," replie d the young New Yorker. The query and answer caused a number to turn and look at the two men. The questioner was a big swaggering, red-shirted and full bearded man, with a belt and revolver on him. He was nearly a .head taller than the young stranger. "I reckon as how yer'd better go somewhere else now," returned the man, seeing that he was being laughed at by those around him, ahd he grabbed young Hayes by the collar and jerked him forward with such force that he collided with anothP-r man and nearly downed him. But in another moment the young New Yorker let out his right hand straight from the shoulder and landed a blow on the man's nose. The bully staggered backward against another, who prevented him from fal!ing, the blood streaming from his mashed nose. Quick as lightning strokes the youth gave him one, two, three more, full in the face, and the bully went down, dazed and stunned almost to insensibility. Everybody rushed forward to see the fight, those in the rear crowding so hard upon those in front that the latter were pressed forward, carrying young Hayes with them. They tramped the fallen man under foot without being able to avoid it, and so howls and yells filled the large room of the hotel office. Some one fired and a man was hit. He in turn drew and fired, and so the row went on till those who believed that dis cretion was the better part of valor went out to avoid the danger. "Who began it?" a man standing near Hayes asked. "Coyote Jim tackled a tenderfoot and was downed, I heard one say,'' replied another. "Coyote Jim downed!" exclaimed the first speaker. "I reckon not. He is the worst man in Leavenworth." "I know he's a bad un," returned the other, ''but I believe he was downed all the same.'' well, if he was that tenderfoot, whoever he is, had better to get out of town in a hurry, for Jim never lets up when he gits started. He lai d out Missouri Bill last month, you know." "Yes. He got the drop on Bill that time, Bill was reaching for his gun when Jim bored bm."

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2 ON THE PLAINS WITH BUFF ALO BILL Young: Hayes heard all that without uttering a word. But when he got the chance he slipped through the cro!"d and went up to his room, where he quietly opened his grip-sack and t'ook out a revolver, and slipped it into his pocket, mut tering to him self: "I didn't th'nk I would need it till we g o t out among the reds kins. But I won't let Coyot!:! ,Jim or any other Jim yank me around like that. Oh, no'" He made his way downsjairs again, to find the crowd as large as ever, and as much excited. A party bad now gotten Coyote Jim on his feet again, and were listening to his yells and terrible threats. 'Whar's thet tenderfoot?" he sang out. "Lem me git at 'im. I'm a whoopin' c;oyote ther plains! I'm greased lightnin' Whar's ther galoot! Show me the tenderfoot, and I'll blow him -inter so many pieces thet he'll make er dust." "Hyer he is!" cried some oner.ear young Hayes, :i:ecognizing the yoq.ng stranger as he came _up in. the crowd. Everybody turned and looked at the young New Yorker. A taunting laugh made the bully desperate, and he reached for his gun. Quick as a flash young Hayes covered him, hissing: "Hold up your hands!" Coyote Jim started. Young Hayes' gun also stared him full in the face, and the spectators held their breath in suspense. Up went Jim's hands. "Hooray for ther tenderfoot!" yelled a man in the crowd, and the "hooray" was given with a will. But Hayes never lowered his gun. "March out of here now," he said to. Jim, and he marched to the front door, and passed out to the street, still holding his hands above his ,head. Hayes then replaced his weapon in his pocket, and -started to go back to his room. But the crowd made a rush to shake hands with him. They were shaking hands with him and making complimentary remarks about the way he had laid out Coyote Jim, when a big fellow, who had as-bad a reputation as the othe -r, said: "Let ther tenderfoot alone. Give 'im er rest." "Yes,'' chimed in one of his cronies, "ye're like a pack of crows. Give 'im er r est." They were too dangerous to offend, so the crowd ceased and looked at the two bullies. "Coyote Jim hadn't orter bin downed when he wuz so Juli," remarked the first speaker._ "No. When he is sober he kin take keer on hisself,'' said the crony. '.'Yes, so kin any man wot is got any sand in him." "Drunk or sober, he nor any othe1' can come yanking me around the room in the way he did," put in Hayes. __,,"You're too. young ter talk, boy," remarked the big bully. ,;J guess not,'' said Hayes. "Better that mouth o' yourn,'' suggested the crony. "Yes, or yer might swaller yer teeth,'' added the other. -"I guess not." "Shet up!" roared the bully, "or I'll spank yer,'' and he wheeled around and confronted young Hayes in a very belligerent manner. "Did you speak to me?" Hayes coolly demanded. Before the bully could answer a young man, with a broad chest, flowing lock:> m : d pierc ing black eyes, pushed hi5 way through the crowd and confronted him. "If you are spoiling for a fight, Ben Barker," he said, looking the bully full in the face, "try your hand on me. That tenderfoot is a friend of mine, and the man who tackles him tackles me." "I ain't got nothin' against yer, Bill," said the "Nor have you anything against this foot,'' said the "You merely wanted. to play bully with somebody. Keep your hands off him, or I'll wipe the floor with you." "Buffalo B i ll! Buffalo Bill!" yelled the crowd. "Hooray for Buffalo Bill!" Young Hayes' eyes sparkled as-he gazed at the young scout and guide, of whom he had heard so much, and he sprang forward and grasped his hand. "'I thank you ever so much, sir! I didn't know you were in a thousand miles of here." "Thanks, young man. I came in from a long ride to-night, and just happened to drop in. Vlhere do you hail from?" "New York. I arrived to-day. Came to see life ii:t the West, and of all men you are the one I most wanted to see." "What is your name?" 1Hayes, Tom Hayes,'' was the reply; "and if there is any chance for me to go with you when you go out again I want it." The great scout smiled and said to him: "I'll see you again to-morrow, maybe. I am very tired now and am going up to bed,'' and with that he shook hands with the youth again and passed up to his room, followed by the cheers of the crowd. A little later young llayes himself retired, going to his rocm to think over the points he had already seen of Western life CHAPTER II.-Out on the The next morning young Hayes met Buff ... o Bill at 'the breakfast table, and was received with a greeting that was very gratifying to him. "You were in a tight place last night," said the famous scout, as Tom seated himself at the table. "Maybe I was,'' he replied, "but I think there was much danger in it." "'You didn't?" "Ne. I was ready to get the drop on both of them." "What do you know about getting the drop on a man?" the great scout asked, in no little surpril
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,...,..., ., .,v, .. .,. ON THE PLAINS WITH BUFFALO BILL s )).ands with him. "Every man out here thinks he must kill somebody bef01e he can hope to be considered a brave man." "I don't want to do anything of the kind," said Tom, "and don't care whether anybody thinks I am brave or not. All I have to do is to take care of number one, and you can trust me for doing tha1-." "There's plenty of good sense in that, young man. Hiwe you a good horse?" "No, sir." "Do you know how to ride one?' "Yes. I used to spend summers with an uncl e in New Jerse y who raised many horses, and I could ride any horse he had, whether broken or not." "Have you money enough to buy o ne?" "Yes, I think I have, if horses are not too hi g h priced out here. And you will let me go with you?" "Yes. I think you would stand true in a brush with the reds kins. But what kind of weapons have you"!" Tom told him that he had nothing but one revolver. "You want two revolvers and a good rifle. I have several rifl es though, and you can have your pick of them." "Well, I am sure that will place me heavily in your debt," replied Tom. I really don't know how to thank you." They finished their breakfast and went out together to a stable, where a number of horses .and h"rsemen were always to be found. Of course every man there knew Buffalo Bill, and 'hence no one interferred with him as he proce e ded to show the horse he had spoken to Tom about. The man. in charge of the stable was authorized to sell the horse, and Buffalo Bill advised Tom to take him. Tom did so, paid the money down, andleft the horse in charge of the stableman. "How about a saddle?" Tom asked. "The saddle goes with the horse," said Cody. "The outfit goes together. Come on, now, w11 have but little time to lose." He took him to a certain store where supplies of all kinds were to be had, and there several articles, which Tom had never dreamed of as being necessary out on the plains, were bought and paid for. In the afternoon Buffalo Bill brought him his rifle at the hotel and left it with him up in his room. Early the next morning Buffalo Bill called for him, and together thel went to the stable for their horses. Tom found that his purchase was an admirable one in every respect, strong, swift and obedient to either voice or rein. When they got out of the town they rode several miles ere they came in sight of the wagon train. It stretched away at least a half a mile long, each wagon having a white canvas' cover and all pretty near alike. They overtook the train, and the driver of the rear wagon sung out: "Thar's Buffalo Bill!" When they reached the head of the train Buffalo Bill rode up to a grizzle old man on a sorrel horse. The old man had a short, stubble beard, steel-gray eyes, and a face that was not unpleas-. ant. But he was tanned till he was as dark as a Spaniard. "Mr. Kall," said the scout, "this is my young friend Hayes of whom I spolie to you last night. He wit\ me." Tlie old guide turned his cold, steely eyes on the ycuth, and seemed to look right through him. Tom s tood the test, and the old man put out his horny hand to him. "Glad ter see yer," he said, and then. relapsed into si l ence. Buffalo Bill rode away, and T om followed him, leaving the guide to h imse lf. During the day and evening the scout rode up and d own the line of wagons a d o.zen"'times tc make himself familiar with the faces of the men in t he party, and whe'n they stopped to camp for the night out on the open prairie, he w en t a m ong the women and c hildren of the emigrants, ancl it was then that T om saw some very pretty faces among them. Such was the first day oui on the plains, and Tom Hayes n e v e r enjoyed anything so much in his life. He was tired for he had k ep t up with Buffalo Bill all day lon g. T e n days later found the train away out beyond the boi:.cler of white settle ments, and, save where the streams flowed a boundle ss expanse of prairie greeted them on e very side. Alon g every watercourse a growth of timber relieved the monotony of the scene. Up to this time quite a numbe r of deer had been kill ed for the sustenance of the pe ople with t he train, but not a single buffalo had be e n seen. But on the tenth day a small herd had been sighted s o me fiv e miles away out on the right, and within a mile or so of a strip of timber which shirted the banks of a small stream. TheY. dashed away toward the small h erd as fast as their could take them. In the grass their horses' hoofs could not be heard, and the wind was blowing in their faces as they rode. Yet they were di s covered ere they got within iange, and the big creatures started to run. "After 'i;m now!" c r ied B1;1ffalo Bill, putting spurs to his horse and dashmg forward at in creased speed. They dashed on in pursuit and soon each was peppering his game for all was worth. Both wounded their game, but the brutes did not seem di sp osed to give up. Riding up alongside of them, the two bold hunters began emptying their revolvers into the bodies of two liig, shaggy b1utes. B ellowing with pain and rage, the two great beast's turned and ran for the shdter of the timber a mile away, with their tormentors keeping abreast of them poppin g bullets into them at almost every bound. At last they rea ch e d the timber just as Buffa! Bill had fired his last shot. Tom had one more shot left, and was about to give that to the stag gering game, when his bit was se ized by a couple of stalwart Indians, and a voice said: "Ugh! Paleface stop now!" To!ll glanced around and saw that the thicket was full of redskins, and that Buffalo Bill was struggling with a dozen who were trying to pull him from his horse. He .knew that he had one more c.har&'e in his revolver, so he clapped the muzzle agamst the head of the one who had seized hilfl by the leg and pulled the _trigge1. The redskm i;ank to the ground to rise no more. But they were around him too thick. Resistance was useless, and in another moment a blow with the flat side of a tomahawk knocked him senseless from the saddle

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ON THE PLAINS WITH BUFFALO BILL CHAPTER III.-A Running Battle for Life. WI'.elt Tom came to he found that both Buffalo llm anrl himself were prisoners in the hands oi .a large 11arty of Sioux Indians, under Yellow Bear, their famous chief. He was cool, however, tntl did not s how any signs of fear as.the painted ,,.arriors move d about him. In his schoolboy '4!ays he had read that for a prisoner in their land. to show any fear was to invite torture and 5port at his expense. But h e soon saw that the lndians ciid not rega1d him as amounting to any-4hingat all. The y surrounded Buffalo Bill and 3eemEC l to be wonderfully elate d over having c a i i !ured the great scout and fighter. Yell o w B ear, 1he chi e f. w a s inclined to regard it as the cro,Ynmg gfo r y of hi s career that he had captured the ,;reat hunter and s cout, and said that all his tribe 'huuld be gathered in onebody to see him, and hen d<" cide upon his fate. B ear's heart is big with joy," the stalwart chief said, "and he will go back to his people with the great paleface chief and all his lorses Ugh! we will take all paleface's waons"; .and with that he gave orders to his braves to m0unt and 1nP,pare to attack the wagon train, which was s lowly movin.I\' toward the timber at a tllOint some three or four miles below the spot where the two hunters had been captured. Buffalo llill and T<'m were made to mount Indian ponies, .and their feet were tied under their bellies, leaving t'heir hands free but unarmed Then they were ride between two warriors, their horses' heads tied together. All of a sudden a lively movement of the wagons '1as noticed. The one in the lead das hed forward i:t full spted, followed by the others, while every man i;eemed to have his rifle ready for fight. lt was then the Sioux gave a yell and das h e d for ward at the top of the speed of their ponies. f>h s1Jed the wagons. Away went the ponies, and ]Buffalo Bill's eyes gleamed with the light of battle ,oas he saw how Old John Kall, the train guide, '1/RS preparing his men to repel the attack. The Indians were trying to get between the \train and the timber, and thus cut the whites off from shelter and water. The object of the whites to gain the timber and make the fight there. ; A band of redskins dashed forward to capture 'the foremost wagon, and old John Kall, with a :itarty of mounted whites, met them. Lo'rd how nie old guide and his men did pepper them! :Svdd enly one of the Sjoux who '".as holding .1oung Hayes' horse, received a bullet m the head, .Dd he toppled over. A moment later the other. -tne went down. Tom tried to urge his pony toward the wagons, but he was tied to the other. :..ut he did not despair. Suddenly he felt a sting sensation in one of his feet. He was wounded, 'iu.t the bullet cut the thong that bound his feet tt;ngether. He slipped from the back of the. pony 211:d rr.ade the. dls.covery his wound. was _little oore .than skm. deep. Quick as a flash he picked lRP a rifle which lay on the ground by the side of wanted. He seized it and cut the thong that hound Ruffalo Bill's feet. "To the wagons!" cried the scout, dashing on the pony. Tnm found a riderless horse and sprang upon his back with a yell and a The old guide gave a yell of triumph when he saw Buffalo Bill dash up tc his side and wade into the fight for all he w01'th. On sp e d the wagons at the top of the horses' s peed. Tom dashed alongside on e of them, and sang out: "Gimme a one!" cried some one ., handing him a Remmgton, and a rPvolver wa" thrust out at him toG. He took it, and then dashed forward to assista nce of the foremost wagon, which the Indians were trying to capture. The redskin made a rhs h for him. Tom turned in his saddle and fat fly three shots in rapid succession, emptying as many saddles. The redskins were dumfounded. They could not m1derstand such rapid shooting. He seemed to bear a charmed life, for all their shots missed him. Crack! Crack! Crack! The six charges iri the rifle were exhausted. He tossed the rifle into tlie wagon and used his revolver "Good for you, Hayes!" cried.the great scout. "Give it to 'em!" "B'ars 'n rattlers. boy!" yelled old Kall, the guide. "Slop it to 'em! Kill ther derned skunks!" Old Kall was a terror in battle. When his rifle w.as empty he used. the heavy bari-el as a club, and every head it touched wa:s crushed in as though it were but an eggshell. When his re volver was empty Hayes dashed upto the wagon and asked: "Gimme a loa.ded gun." One was handed out to him, and he got' it just in time to down two stalwart redskins who were making for him. Suddenly his own horse went down, shot through the head, and a howl of triumph went up from the redskins, who thought they had him dead to rights They charged upon him furiously. He saw his peril and dashed for one of the wagons, into which he was pulled by the occupants. A few minutes later he heard old Kall and Ruffalo Bill hurrahing, and he put his head out from unde1 the canvas to see what caused it. He saw the redskins in full retreat, having lost many of their best warriors in the running fight. "Whoop!" he yelled. "They are licked! They are running away!" The men in the wagon with him could hardly believe their ears. They peered out from under the canvas, and saw the band of Sioux in full retreat, their numbers greatly decimated. 'fhen they sprang from the wagons and made the wel-kin ring with their shouts. Old Kall came riding along down the line of wagons .:overed with. blood, anrl looking. like a human tiger in his fierceness. 'n rattlers! but it wur a tight squeeze, boys," he said. -. dead Indian, and shot <;!own the one who was leading Buffalo Bill's pony. Hayes, ,my boy!". cried the scout. me loose! Cut,me loose!". "Yes," they replied, "but we licked 'em!" ;Buffalo Bill rode along, too., a minute or two later, and saw Tom M>ith the men. "Give me your hand, Hayes," he said, running up. "You've got the right sort of stuff in you/' have you, Mr. Cody," repliedTom, as he gave him bis hand. Tom had no knife, but a tomahawk in the belt 4" a wounded 'Indian gave him the weapon he. .'You shot down one of the varmints up in the woods there .. when they first showed up. That

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ON THE PLAINS WITH BUFFALO BILL 5 meant business. I ran into such a hornets' nest before in all my life." "I didn't know what to make of it," said Tom. "I thought it was all up with us when I found that they had us in their J:!OWer." "There's many a slip 'twixt the cup al}d the lip," said Buffalo Bill, laughing. "But, see hereyou have a s welled head. Were you hurt?" "Yes; I was whacked on the head with a toma hawk, and the bullet that cut my feet loose hurt one of them." "Well, I am a pretty good doctor in my way. You had better come up to the creek and let m e dress your wound for you." "Thanks. I'll be along there after a while. Buffalo Bill rode back, and Tom turned to the man who had pulled him into the wagon jus t as the Sioux were crowding him most, and thanked him heartily for his service. "A little help comes mighty handy when y e r need it, eh, don't it?" the man said. "Yes, indeed. If I had my hors e and rifle b,ack again I'd feel very much like myself." "Thar's lots o horsesout thar what ain' t got no owners," said an emigrant, looking back ove r the of the recent running fight. Tom looked in that direction, and saw over a score of hors-es wandering -about over the prairie, mostly Indian ponies. "Hanged if I don't believe I see my horse out there," he said. "But it's such a long way off that I am nd"t sure Hanged if I don't go and see, anyhow." He borrowed a rifle and revolver, mounted a pony, and rode back over the line-of the fight; When he had ridden a mile or so he was dumfounded at .seeing a warrior rais e himself up o:ri his knees and fire at him. The bullet killed the pony, who reared and fell on his side. Tom was quick enough to avoid being crushed by the fall, and rolled in the grass several feet away. A yell of triumph burst from the redskin, and Tom prepared to give him a bullet if he showed himself. He didn't know that the redski-n' s leg was alld that it was the caus e of his being there at that time. "Hang his yellow hide!" muttered Tom, as he crouched in the grass and waited to see what he would do next. "I'd like to give him one for that. I wonder if I'll have to pay f01 that pony?" : Ten minutes passed, and then Tom decided to creep forward in quest of the red_skin. Creeping through the grass he soon caught sight of him. The redskin was craning his neck to get a glimpse of him. Quick a flash, .Tom sprang up and fired. A death yell came 'from the Sioux warrior, who roll e d over on the grass and died as bravely as he had lived, p erhaps. "Well, you are the fourth I've poppe d over today," said Tom, a s he stood ov e r the d ead Sioux. "He was wounded. I w ouldn't have hurt him if he had not fired at me. The r e d rascals don t expec t any quarter, because tliey know they don t deserve any: He had a good rifle. I can get that after I get my hors e But I am afoot now. Why, hanged if they didn't catch it red hot! There lie four of 'em out there within ten feet of each other. They paid dearly for their fun. Hello! There lies one of our men stone dead!" He walked on past them and kept his eye on the horses, something over a mile away. At last he was sure that he saw not only his own hors" '"' but Buffalo Bill's, too, among the loo s e horses on the prairie. He placed his fingers between his lips and gave a shrill whistle which could be heard a mile or two. The horse pricked up hill ears and g a zed around the horizon. Tom gave an other whistle, and the hors e came bounding te> ward him at the. top t>f his speed. "Ah, what a splendid animal!" exclaimed Tom, as he watched the gallant steed careering toward. hlm. The .hors-e came up to him with his sa
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6 ON THE PLAINS WITH BUFFALO BILL down by the horse, holding the weapon in her hand. On came the Sioux, and Tom counted over one dozen of them. They had seen him separate himself from the main body of whites, and so had Jn!lde the effort either to or capture him. "This may be our last day on earth,''. said Tom to himself, "but as I have a dozen shots in these two guns I'll sell my life-as dearly as possible. Here goes!" He stood up straight as an arrow, and took deliberate aim at the foremost warrior, two hundred yards away, and fired. A yell was heard, the warrior grasped the mane of his pony, and then fell to the ground. Crack! Another warrior pitchedheadlong out of the saddle. Crack! A third warrior leaned forward and threw his arms around his pony's neck. The next moment he was engaged in a hand-to-hand fight with him, using his rifle as a club. The young girl sprang from her place of concealment, and, rushing at the warrior, shot him dead with her revolver. "Ugh! White maiden heap brave!" groaned a savage, springing at her and knocking the _revolver from her hand. Then he seized lier round the waist and sprang to his pony V\!-th her. She uttered a piercing scream. "Save me! Save me!" But Tam had his hands full just at that moment, for two more warriors had come up and at tacked him. He would pave gone down under their combined attack had not "Buffalo Bill now come in range and brought down two of them. The others then dashed away and escaped. "By heavens! Hayes,'' cried Buffalo Bill, as -he rode up to where he was standing, panting for breath, "that was the most magnificent fight I ever saw. Are you hu.rt?" "No, I believe not," replied Tom. "I am only winded." "Skin me alive, if I ever seed the like!" ex claimed old Kall. "Put yer paw right thar, pard," and he extended his hand to Tom, who shook it heartily. "But they have got the said Buffalo Bill. "We must get her out of their clutches at all hazards. Come on, Hayes! Go back to the camp, Kall!" "Here's your rifle, Mr. Cody," sang out Tom to him. But Buffalo Bill had gotten another from some one in the party, and did not stQp to see his own. "I'll take it back," said old Kall, taking the gun from Tom's hands . "Up, Prince!" cried Tom to his horse, and the gallant steed sprang up with a celerity that astonished even the old guide. It may be well to state that the girl had fainted during the running fight with the Sioux, and had only fallen out of the wagon without being seen by any of her friends. They did not know what had become of her, and it was by the merest accident that Tom had found her. When Buffalo Bill and Tom went in pursuit of her the sun was just sinking below the horizon. The warriors were trying to make a circuit and regain their main body under Yellow Bear; but that was just the thing Buffalo Bill was determined to prevent. If he could get within range of them with his repeating rifle he would be able to thin out their numbers some ere twilight intervened. The evening star came out and look ed on the scene of man's strife, and all seemed quiet and peaceful enough overhead. Suddenly Buffalo Bill fired, and a Sioux warrior's whoop told that he was hit. Tom was but a little distance behind hini, he, too, fired. The distance was great, and the bullet went astray. "Come a little nearer,'' said Buffalo Bill, and they both dashed forward at the top of their hor!5es' speed. -But the Sioux suddenly stopped, and prepared to make a stand. . "They are going to fight,'' said Buffalo Bill. "They are going to stand by their horses. Shoot down their horses the first thing, and then give them a bullet when you can. We can keep out of range of their guns, which don't carry far." They opened fire, and in less than two minutes the horses of the Sioux were knocked out entirely. The warriors replied as best they could, but their shots fell short. ) "Don't let up!" cried Buffalo Bill to Tom, "but be careful that you don't hit the girl." Suddenly a warrior rose up from where he had been crouching behind his dead horse, and made a sign to the effect that he wanted to have a talk with the palefaces. "All right. Come ahead!" cried Buffalo Bill, who understood the signal. The warrior came forward, and Tom stood with "' his rifle ready to down him the moment he saw anything like treachery on the part of the red-skins. "Well, what do you want; redskin?" Buffalo Bill .asked. "lnjun want totalk with his white brnther, and smoke-" "None of that now!" .interrupted Buffalo Bill. "You want to stand us off till darkness gives you a chance to get away. You can't play that game on me, redskin. Just send that girl here right away, or I'll open fire on you at once." he savage was taken aback, for he believed tliat he could talk half an hour, by which time it would be so dark that his comrades could get ..iway unperceived. "I won't give you any time," said Buffalo Bill. "Give up the girl and you may go. If you don't I'll gamble on it that not one of you redskins will live to see another sun." "Ugh! Paleface heap big talk," grunted the warrior. "Yes, and heap big fight, too," and with that he aimed and fired at one of the rascals who had ex_. posed himself. The fellow's death yell told the herald that one more of his party had been knocked out. "Ugh! The paleface maiden shall return to her people," said the warrior. "Send her along then," said Buffalo Bill, "aJid be very quick about it." He went back to his friends, and in a minute or two the girl was seen to rise up and come toward the two brave When she reached them, she exclaimed: "Oh, thank heaven, you have saved me!" "We intended to do that, miss," replied the. scout, "if we had to follow you a thousand miles." "I never thought I would ever see my friends again." "There are some who are not so fortunate," said Buffalo Bill. "Just give me your hand, and place vour fnnt nn mine. and I w:ill lift you up to a _,

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ON THE PLAINS WITH BUFFALO BILL 7 behind me. There, that "Will do. Are you well seated now?' "Yes she replied. "Weil hold on to me and we'll be off." She him around the waist and he put spurs to his horse and El.ashed off toward tl1:e camp of the wagon t:rain. As he rode, Buffalo .gave several shrill whistles for his horse, it. up till he reached the camp. Soon after his there his horse turned up, too. But the reJ01crng over the return of the young girl, who belonged to the emigrant train in the wagon, was unbounded for her mother and s1Sters had been bewailing her fate ever since she disappeared. CHAPTER V.-In a Tight Squee ze. As might have been expected in s uch a as occurre d that day, quite a number the whites were hit. Four were killed and mne wo1;1nded, and in consequence there was great gnef m camp that night. But the dead were soon buned out of sight with loving hands and the wants of the wounded looked after. The drivers of the Santa Fe trail wagons had seen such scenes before, and did not care much abo1;1t it. On ne3:1ly every trip they had a brus h with the redskms, and naturally expected something of the kind. But the hero of the day was the young New. Yorker, and everybody, from the old to the youngest teamster, was loudly pra1smg him. When he sat down on a log and b;i.red his foot for Buffalo Bill to dress the slight wound he had i;e ceived men and women crowded to look at him and questions. Amelia Reed, the girl, also came in for a good share of admiration, for Tom said to some of her 'She is_ a good girl. She saved. my life by downing one of the red rascals with a bullet through the neck. He was killed so quickly that I don't know that he knew what ailed him." "What? Did Amelia kill one of 'em?" a married woman asked. "Yes, she did, and I think the shot saved my life, too." The old guide put out a strong guard all round the camp, and informed the women th3;t they need not have any fears of an attack durmg the 'night, which had the effect to quiet them, so that they managed to get some sleep. It was determined to stop there several days to let the stock recuperate as grass and water could be had there in Early next morning Buffalo Bill and Tom started out in quest of game at least half an hour before sunrise. "How about the buffalos we killed yesterday?" Tom asked. "They are good enough food yet, I guess." "I guess not," said Buffalo Bill, smiling. "Why not? Doe s meat spoil so quickly out here?" "You could find nothing but hair and bone s where they fell," replied the scout. "The coyotes never leave anything behind that can be de voured. Hark!" The two hunters came to a dead halt, and Buffalo Bill listened with the keenest interest to a slight noise in the timber near the banks of the creek "Thllre's game in he s aid, after a pause of some moments. "V\'hat kind'!" Buffalo Bill made a sign of silence, and Tom kept still. Suddenly the great scout said: "A couple of bears in there," and he sprang from his horse and turned him loose, saying to .Tom: "Come on, we mus t have s ome bear meat." Tom dismount.ed, and grasped his gun for any emergency that might turn up. They crept into the forest and made their way toward the creek, where they found two big black bears feeding on berries They were breaking the limbs off the bushes to get at the berries, which was the noise Buffalo Bil) heard and recognized. The two bears heard the hunters jus t as they were discovered, and were disposed to resent the intrus ion. ,, "Take the one on the right," said Buffalo Bill, aiming at the other one and firing Tom did s o, and the result was that while one bear was killed in stantly, the other was wounded to nw ,c!ne ss Tom's bear went at him with a growl of pain and rage, and ere he coulci fire his gun again the beast had knocked it from his hands and caught him in his arms for a deadly hug. It was done so quickly that Tom hardly knew what had happened ere he felt the squeeze Then he yelled: "Ugh! Oh, Lord!" Buffalo Bill uttered an exclamation and thrust the muzzle of his rifle into the bear's mouth. He pulled the trigger, an the bear r.eleased Tom to see what was the matter with his head. Half his head was bloWJ} off, and lie rolled over and over like a dog with his head in a pail, vainly trying to get it out. "That was a pretty tight place to be in, Hayes,"' Cody remarked. "Yes, indeed. It was done so quickly that I really don't know how it happened." "Go out in the open there and signal for the provision wagon." Tom
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8 ON THE PLAINS WITH BUFF ALO BILL made me think that the only good Indians are dead ones." "Ah! I see s ome buffalo out there-some miles away, though," said the great sccut. "I guess we had b etter g o for them." They starte d out, and as they approached the big bl a c k s haggy monsters, Tom saw that they were con s i dera bly scattered about, browsing on the rich s uccul ent grass. "I w ill ride around on the south side of "them," s aid Buffalo Bill, "and when you bring down one they'll rush in my direction, and I'll see if I can get two of the m Take good aim at the eye, and if you can get a bullet in his brain the biggest olrl bull them will have to succumb." The g-rea t scout rode off on a detour to the south of the scattered herd, and Tom moved a little no rthward. By and by the two were more than two miles apart. Tom rode cautiously toward a big fellow who was brow sing wit.h his head deep down in the grass, little thinking of the danger that was creepin1(upon him. CHAPTER VI.-Tom's Peril and Gallant Fight. As Tom rode forward, he saw a buffalo creeping along in the grass which seemed to be a buffalo calf. Rnt the calf was not eating. He seemed to be more intent on watching the big bull buffalo a little distance away from him. "I don't want that confounded calf." said Tom; "but he is right in my way. I can't get close enough to see that old fellow's eyes without giving that calf the alarm"and that would stampede the herd ere I could get a s hot. Ah! That big fellow is looking at me now! I believe I can hit his eye from here. Whoa, Prince-steady, now!" Tom raised his rifle and took deliberate aim. He fired, and the big brute staggered to his knees-rose to his feet, and ran a little distance, and then went down. "That got him! Hooray!" and Tom rode forward to get another shot if possible, for the entfre herd bolted off in the direction of Buffalo Bill. But the calf Tom had noticed didn't run with the herd, and Tom was about to fire at it as the next beRt thing he could do, when a startling transformation took place. The buffalo head tumbled to the ground, and a stalwart Indian, gun in hand, remained in his place. Tom glared at him, and the Indian returned his gaze with interest. '"Ugh! Paleface run 'em all away. Injun r.o git buffalo meat." Tom looke.d around and saw five other redskins who had been stalking under buffalo heads and skins, and seemed to realize that he was in a pretty tight place again-five or six redskins around him and assistance two miles away. The other five were coming toward him, and the one near him seemed to be in a bad humor. The six Indians came up, and going toward them, Tom sang out: "How do?" "Ugh! How!" they responded, closing around him. "Kill any buffalo?" he asked. "Ugh! Paleface heap big fool. Run all buffaloes away." rep1ied one of the redskins, seizing the bit while another reached for his gun. "Let go that gun!" he said, sternly. '.'Ugh! !'aleface go with Injun," said the redskm holdmg on to the barrel of the rifle with both hands. Tom thought it would never do to let them disarm him. He saw that Buffalo Bill was coming toward him at full speed, so he re::iolved to retain hfa weapon at all hazards. But the redskin who had hold of it was just as determined to possess himself of it as Tom was to retain it. He tried to pull the gun out of Tom's grasp, and the latter saw that a fight for the possession of it was inevitable. -Anotber redskin was standing behind the one who had hold of the rifle barrel, and the thought flashed through Tom's mind that he could dispose of both of them with one shot, and that under the surprise whicb followed he would be able to make his escape. -He jerked the muzzle of the gun around so as to bring it within a foot of the redskin's breast, and then pulled the trigger. Both Indians went down dead as smoked herrings, and the other four were utterly dumfounded at the sight of two of their number going down at one shot, and ere they could recover their wits Tom gave the one who held his horse's bit a similar dose, and then dashed away like the wind, followed by a shower of bullets from the other three. But as he had lain down on his horse's neck as he dashed away he was unharmed, save by the scratch of a bullet on his right shoulder, which did not do more than raise a blister. The three redskins uttered howls expressive of both rage and defiance. But ere they could reload their guns Tom was out of range and speeding to meet Bualo Bill as fast as the gallant steed under him could take him. Buffalo Bill met him, and said: "You downed three of them, my boy! Come, let's go back and see what 'they want of you." Tom wheeled his horse round and went back -with the famous scout. "It's the funniest thing I ever saw," Tom said laughing. "I never saw a single redskin till I shot a buffalo, and then six of them who had been creeping toward them with buffalo heads and skins on their shoulders, dropped their disguises and turned on me." "Yes, they stalk that way in order to get up close enough to pick out the best in the herd. They wanted to take you along with them, did they?" "Yes; and one tried to pull my gun away from me. I pulled the t.rigger, and the bullet went through two of them." "Good! Well done! Just look at 'em hiding in ths grass now. They will try to pick us off as we ride up." "They might do it, too." remarked Tom. Buffalo Bill laughed and said: "I'll show 'em a trick worth two of that," and he dismounted and began creeping through the .grass. "What must I do?" Tom asked. "Keepa lookout for them. If they rise up look for me to give them a bullet." Tom rode forwa.i n so as to keep just out of

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ON THE PLAINS WITH BUFF ALO BILL 9 reach of their bullets and so kept up a sharp look out. The Indians were quite eager to get a shot at Tom, who was very conspicuous on horseback. Suddenly they rose up and fired at him. "Now at 'em before they can reload!" cried Buffalo Bill, rising up and rushing for his horse again. Tom put spurs to his horse and dashed forward, firing as he went. One of the reds was hit and went down. The other two still trying to load their stood up straight as if disdaining to make any effort to save themselves. Buffalo Bill reached them, and sprang from his horse right-in their midst. He shot one down. with his revolver, and then grappled with the other one, who had iammed home his ball, and was now trying to shoot him. Buffalo Bill gave him one on the cheek straight from the shoulder, knocking him flat on his back in the grass. The redskin rose to his feet with his knife in his hand, and made for his assailant to carve him up. Buffalo Bill gave him another that sent him tolling in the grass again, with a million stars dancing before his eyes. In the meantime, Tom, who was an expert boxer, had followed the example of Cody, and tackled the remaining redskin in the same way. He suceeded in disarming him and then he had him at his mercy. He danced around the helpless redskin like a French dancing master, rain ing thumping whacks upon his face, neck and cheeks. At last both redskins refused to get up when downed, and Tom resorted to kicking to give his man a little more punishment. Suddenly both redskins sprang up and gave fierce and defiant war whoops, to the very great amazement of the scout and his young companion. Buffalo Bill looked around and saw a band of a score or more redskins coming down upon them at full speed. Then he understood why the defiant war whoops .JJ were given. The redskins, with their ears close to the ground, had heard the sound of the rush of horses hoofs "Come, Tom," said Buffalo Bill. "We must mount and away." They sprang for their horses. The two bruised and battered redskins undertook to prevent them from get ing away by seizing the bits and detaining them. Buffalo Bill was always equal to an emergency of that kind. He drew his revolver and laid out the two redskins without a moment's hesitation, and then sprang into the saddle. Tom was but a moment behind him, and when both were firmly seated in the s addle, they wheel ed and faced the oncoming redskins as calmly as if they were loug expected friends instead of enemies. "We'll give them a few bullets till they get us in range, and then we'll run for it," said the great scout. "Now, let 'em have it! Take good aim." They both fired, and two of the newcomers were lrlt. One tumbled from his pony, but the others came on, yelling like human tigers. "Give 'em another!" Crack! Crack! Two more were hit. "Now come away!" They dashed away at full speed, but in another moment Tom's horse stumbled and threw him headlong from his seat. CHAPTER vn.-Buffalo Bill Rescues Tom. Tom was partially stunned by the fall, and lay motionless on the grass until Buffalo Bill sprang. from his horse and knelt by his side and asked: "What's the matter, Tom?" "Eh? Eh"!" replied Tom, trying to raise himself up and pull his wits together. "What's the matter? Are you hurt?" and the scoiit shook him vigorously. "Come, get up, my boy. The redskins are coming and will soon be down on u s." "Eh? Whatcher say?" Poor Tom was pretty badly broken up, and hardly knew what had happened to him. Cody shook him again and again, and called to him. Fully twenty redskins were coming down upon them like a whirlwind, and in just a couple of minutes more they would be all around them. To stand an
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lQ ON J'HE PLAINS WITH BUFF ALO BILL They urged their horses still more, and the gallant steeds were equal to the emergency. "They will not dare to follow us to the train," remarked Tom. "No. The train is but three miles away now. They will turn back soon. All the y are after now is to get near enough to get a dead shot at us." Buffalo Bill was right. Nearly half of the scote of redskins who started in the pursuit were down. The survivors were thirsting for vengeance, and were not willing togive up the chase without having brought down at least one of the daring white men. But they saw a party cf men ride out from -the train to meet the two fugitives. and knew then that their h o pes were doomed to destruction. They gave a parting shot, and uttered defiant yells jus t before turning away. "Ah! They give it up," said Buffalo Bill, the moment he heard the yell. "They give it up as a bad job, and now it's our turn. Our rifles can reach them when theirs cannot get 1Is. Come, let' s give 'em a taste of war." Buffalo Bill wheeled around, and started in pur suit of the redskins, giving them shot after shot from his repeating rifle. Tom joined in with him, and now the shots were much more effective than when he was retreating. The redskins saw that now the tables were turned, and that the superior range of the white man's gun was proing fatal to them. They redoubled their efforts to .get out of range, but were not able to do s o because the palefaces' horses were of better stock than their ponies. "Give it to 'em!" cried Buffalo Bill. "They had no mercy on us, .and now we'll not have any on th1>m." They picked off three of them, and then the terrified redskins uttered h owls of dismay and scattered, every one going off by himself. Buffalo Bill laughed, and said: "That's their regular game when crowded. It works well, too, for if we pursue one the others succeed in getting away." "Well, let 'em go," said Tom. "We've downed over half of them, and that's glory enough for one day." "I guess you are right," replied Buffalo Bill, coming to a stop. "We can get their arms and stock." The reinforcements from the wagon train in c;amp came up, and congratulations were the order of the moment. : "Yes, it was a tight place for us for a little while," said. Buffalo Bill, "but our guns carry s o much further than theirs that it's always bad business for tltem to tackle us out on prairie. As long as we keep out of range of their guns we can down them as long as they follow u s. It's something they don't seem to understand. It puz zles them. and as long as we a:e in sight and they greatty outnumber us they will make desperate efforts to get at us. We have downed some sixteen or eighteen, as we settled six of them be fore that crowd came down on Signal to the provision wagon to come up, for we have three dead buffaloes out there, and we want the rifles and horses Of the dead rascals." The provision wagon soon came up to them, and they proceeded back over the line of retreat, picking up the arms of those who had fallen on the way, and four of the riderless ponies. They got the meat of the buffaloes which had been killed, and having secured seventeen rifles and other small arms, leaving four wounded Indians lying where they had fallen, they returned to the camp to receive the congr.atulations of everybody there. "B'ars 'n rat'tlers, Bill," said old Kall, "it wur ther best runnin' fight I ever seed." "And a hot one. too, old man," said the great s cout. "They hit us several times, but we were too far away to get the full benefit of their good intentions. The Sioux are on the war path, and if the cavalry does not get around. this way soon_ I fear that a good many emigants will suffer at their hands. My, how I wish I had a thousand mounted men, -with full leave to do as. I pleased!" I'd soon teach the red rascals a lesson that would last them till the sun '11'.ent down in eti:rnity." CHAPTER VIIl.-The Friendly Blackfeet. The three buffaloes furnished all the fresh meat needed in camp for two or three days. During that time the stock recuperated on the rich, succulent grass and recruited their wasted strength to a wonderful degree. But a little before sun!';et, just after they had brought in the meat a large party of Indians appeared in sight and made .straight for the camp. When almo s t within gunshot range of the band Buffalo Bill said: ., "They are not Sioux. They are Blackfeet, and I believe the two tribes are at war with each other." "But re they at war with us?" Tom asked. "No, they are at peace with the. whites at present. I am not afraid of them. Come on. Let's ride up and greet them." Buffalo Bill did not wait to see how Tom relished the idea, but put spurs to his horse and dashed away. Tom followed, and in a couple of minutes more the great scout was shaking hands with Bjg Horse, the chief of the Blackfeet Indians. Turning to Tom, he said: "Tom, this is Big Horse, the great chief of the Blackfeet Indians. He is a great warrior, and the friend of the white people." Tom s hook hands with the ugliest old redskin he had ever se en in all his life, and said: "I am glad to se e the great chief. He is the handsomest man I ever saw." Buffalo Bill came near exploding. But the old chief took it all in good faith, and was more than pleased with the remarks of the young man. "I am glad to see you, chief," said Buffalo Bill. "We had a fight with the Sioux dogs the other day and gave 'em a good thrashing. If the Blackfeet warriors had been there not one of the dogs would have gotten away." -"Ugh I Blackfeet warrio1s take Sioux scalps all the time," said the scarred, ugly old savage. "Yes. The Sioux are afraid of the Blackfeet warriors. I've a fine rifle and tomahawk which I will give to the great Blackfeet chief. Let the Blackfeet warriors make a camp over there by the stream and I will send over some meat for them. The great chief will then visit our camp, where the white men will be glad to look upon him and smoke the pipe with him.'"

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ON THE PLAINS WITH BUFFALO BILL l1 The chi e f told hi s warriors to make a camp at the spot where B'uffalo Bill had suggested, and the n rode forward with the great scout and Tom to the camp, where the e migrants a n d wagonme n looked at him in astonishment. T o m s li p p e d around to some of the women, and explained that they were a band of friendly Indians and that they had nothing to f ear from them. Buffalo Bill knew that old J ohn Kall knew the Blackfe e t a s w ell as h e did, and the r e fo r e did not t a k e the trouble to make any explanation him. The old guide at once put a d ou ble line of guards _all ai'ound the c amp, w ith strict instructio n s to l et any ied skins in without orders fro m hrm or Buffalo Bill. Big Hors e was quite an old man, and u gly a s sin. The wom e n crqwd e d a i' ound to loo k a t him, and t h e e xpres si ons of horror o n thei r face s he took to b e amazement at his wonderful prowess as a warrior, imposing appearance and great fame. Buffalo Bill presented a rifle, bullet pouch, t omahawk and .!'.calpmg which he had take n fro m a dead Siou.x warrior. The olcf chief was wond erfully pleas ed at the gifts, and still more so whe n the four 9uarters of a big fat buffalo we!e sent ov e r to camp. He did not return to his c amp at all durmg the night, but r emained with the whites feasting on the good things with which the y supplied him. Old Big Horse r emained in camp all night, lying on a blanket offered by old Kall, snoring outr age ously after he went to sl ee p. Buffalo Bill was up the greater part of the night going round among the guards to c aution them a gains t using violence ag:;1-ins t any prowling redskins. "Just k e ep em from crossing the line," he said. "Let 'em see that you are here to guard the camp, and that no one can come in except by permission of the white chief." Several warriors came prowling arnund during the night, gazing hungrily at the wagons. But they made no efforts to cro s s the line, for they knew that it would not be allowed. Yet Buffalo Bill and old John Kall felt greatly relieved when morning came and no trouble had resulted from the proximity of the Indians. They congratulated themselves on their good fortune, and then wished the redskins would move on. But after breakfast they looked in vain for signs of moving. The unwelcome neighbors seemed content to remain there as long as the whites were hospitable enough to supply them with meat. "B'ars 'n rattlers, said old Kall, when he tumbled to the game, "we ain't runnin' no hotel." "No," said Buffalo Bill, "and I didn't contract to .keep a hundred lazy redskins in meat. This thing has got to stop right here." "But we don't want no trouble, Bill," said old Kall, shaking his head. I reckon we'd better stand it one more day, an' then move on." "Y'es-we move to-morrow as the sun rises," said the scout. "But you want to keep up the best line of guards you ever put out in your life, old man." They sent more meat to the Blac .kfeet's' camp, and kept up friendly relations with their ugly old cnief. But the wom e n and children in the camp were very nervous about them, and would hardly ventu1e away from the wagons during the day. Just as the sun was sinking out of sight in the western horizon a large party of Sioux appeared, c oming up from the south. The Blackfeet immed iately prepared for battle, and the whites blessed their stars that the redskins were 011 hand at the moment. CHAPTER IX.-Greek Meets Gree k in The Tug Of War-The Missing Girl. The sight of the war-like Sioux as they came dashing over the prairie was c alculated to strike terro r in the hearts of the timid. They seemed to b e about one hundred strong-about the same stre n gth as the Blackfeet under Big Horse. But Buffal o Bill and o ld Kall knew that the Sioux we r e b etter fighte1 s tha n the Blackfeet, and so they resolved to help the J..atter, and thus save themselves the trouble of having to fight the victorious party afterward. By the time the Sioux were within a mile of the camp, the Blackfeet, under their war-like old chief, started out to m eet them. Tlieh pres ence se emed to be a surpris e to the Siou x who had seen nothing but white covers of the wagons up to that moment. But now that the y h a d their hated enemies be fore them they uttered piercing war whoop s and charged like a whirlwind upon them. The Blackfeet gave them a volley th;i.t emptied a dozen saddles. But that did not stop the headlong charge. It only served to madden them, for the y yelled all the more, and rushed in for a hand-to-hand fight. Buffalo Bill and about fifty whites of the train suddenly opene d a withering fire on them, and emptied so many saddles that the Blackfeet largely outnumbered them when they came together. Yet the shock was terrific when they came tOgethe1, and the fierce combatants made the welkin ring with their shouts and yells, "Pick off the Sioux!" cried Buffalo Bill to his men. "Take good aim, an
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12 ON THE PLAINS WITH BUFF ALO BILL Sioux and dealing sturdy blows at their ancient enemies, they took advantage of the terror that prevailed among the women and children in the wagons, to rob and plunder aIJ they could. In one of the wagons were a mother and two young girls. One of the girls was a beautiful blonde of seventeen. In her when two Blackfeet warriors climbed into the wagon at the rear end, she went out at the front, only to faIJ into the clutches of a stalwart warrior on horseback, who seized her round the waist and lifted her to the back of his horse. Sarah Baird was so terrified that she swooned away to utter unconsciousness as the warrior dashed away in the darkness of the night. The screams of her mother and sister but added to the din all around them. They did not know that she had been carried away, but supposed that she ha' d fled to some other wagon for protection. By the gallant efforts of Buffalo Bill and the men under him the redskins were driven out of camp, and the guard line reestablished. It was at least an hour later when the. discovery was made that Sarah Baird w;:is not in the camp. A search was made from wagon. wagon, and no one was found who had seen anything of her. Then it was that old John KaIJ showed the fierce llature of his temper when aroused. He made a search in person, and found out enough to convince him that the Sioux were not the abductors of the young girl. .. "B'rs 'n rattlers!" he exclaimed. ''If they don't bring her ]Jack. I'll make 'em think all creation has gone back on 'em!" By and by Big came to the guard line wanted to come in. The guard halted him till the old guide came up. . "Yes, let 'im in," said Kall, and the old chief. ca.me forward with five fresh scalps hanging to his belt. "Big Horse," said the old guide to the chief, "some of your warriors have run off with one of our girls. If shec is not brought back, l'IJ cut your ears off an' skulp yer alive. Do yer under stan' that?" "Ugh!" grunted the old chief. "Big Horse great chief. Paleface talk like fool.!! Old John signaled to five men to stand guard over him, and in a moment the old chief found himself a prisoner. "Tell your men ter bring her back," said the old guide. "If they don't I'll make coyote bait outen yer as sure as ther sun rises ter-morrer." "Sioux dogs take her away," said the Blackfeet chief. "No, Blackfeet warriors take her," and the old guide was as firm as the hills in his determination to hol4 him as a hostage. In l-:-ie meantime, Buffalo Bill and Tom Hayes had kft the camp to go among the Blackfeet. warriors in the darkness. They soon learneii that .. Young Eagle, the son of Big Horse, and a party of a dozen warriors had left the band and gone northward. "Come on, Tom," Buffalo Bill said to young Hayes, "we'IJ get our horses and make a run for it for an hour or two." Tom never questioned the of anything BUffalo Bill suggested, but qbeyed every order as thougn he were in the military service. .They went back and gpt their horses and quietly left the camp They will go up the east side of this timber," said Bill, "and if we keep a sharp look out we'll see their camp fire somewhere." Then he added: "Come, we want to stand away at least a quar-ter mile from the timber." They did so, and rode till midrught, when they saw a small camp fire in the edge of the timber and made for it. As they approached it they beheld a sight that made their blood run cold in their veins and their hair stand on end. CHAPTER X.-T.he Death Of Young EagleThe Rescue. On nearing the camp fire in the edge of the timber Buffalo Bill and Tom dismounted and left their horses out on the prairie, knowing that they would come to them on hearing their signals. Then t _hey crept up near eno_ugh to see what was going on, and the scene that greeted them was one they could never forget. Seated on a log, with her hands and 'feet bound, was Sarah Baird, her pale, golden hair falling in wavelets down to her waist. Tears streamed down her pallid face, and the utmost despair seemed to have settled upon her soul. Bound to a huge oottouwood tree twenty feet away from .the little camp fire was a white man,-who proved to be a a despeiado, who had joined the Sioux three years before to avoid lynching at thehands of the white settle1s -on Platte River, for ho1se stealing. Buffalo Bill recognized him at a glance, notwithstanding a partial concealment of his features by Sioux war paint. His captors had washed some of the. paint away, thus revealing his identity as a white man. He was stripped to the waist, and the captors were no others than Young Eagle, the son of Big Horse, and a small band of Blackfeet warriors. It was soon evident that the Blackfeet intended to torture their prisoner to death, for of all things in the world an Indian most despises the white renegade is the first. The torture had commenced a little while before Buffalo Bill and Tom arrived. A )lig Blackfeet \varrior was amusing himself and his comrades by touching him here and there with the burning end of a stick. He squirmed and groaned each time the glowing end of the stick touched, and then blurtered out: "Kill me, you cowardly imps! I've scalped fifty Blackfeet dogs! Kill me! Kill me! I defy you!" "Ugh! Paleface $ioux in a heap big hurry," said the Blackfeet demon: \vith the. burning stick, touching him again till he howled with the pain. "Why don't you shoot 'em .down?" Tom Hayes asked of Buffalo Bill in a whisper. "Because l do not care to save that fellow's life," replied the scout. "He is a renegade who fought wjth the Sioux to-night. He must have. been captured down by the wagon train. J am going fonvard and demand that girl of Young Eagle. Come on." To Tom's great surprise, Buffalo Bill stalked forward toward the little camp fire. He could do nothing less than follow, and follow he djd. On hearing footsteps, every warrior sprang to his feet and grasped his rifle. But Buffalo Bill boldy approached Younir Ea1?:le. and evP.rv warrior

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ON THE PLAINS WITH BUFFALO BILL 13 reco'gnized him ashe came within the light of the camp. "Young Eagle, son of the great chief Big Horse," said the scout, "I have come for the maiden who sits there on the log ... Sarah Baird uttered a cry of joy, and cried out a moment later: "Save me, Buffalo Bill! Save me! Save me!" Buffalo Bill drew his knife and walked over to /' where she was 3eated on the log, and cut the thongs that bound her hands and feet. "Thank heaven," she cried, springing to her Young Eagle gave a shrill whoop, and every warrior answered him, crowding around the bold scout and the young girl. "The maiden shall not go," said the young chief. "She belongs to me. I took her from a Sioux chief, and his scalp came with her." "The young chief lies," said Sarah. "He took me away from the camp himself." "The maiden's tongue is crooked," returned the young chief. "It is your tongue that is crooked," said Buffalo Bill. "You took her away yourself. If I do not bring her back before daylight Big Hor.se dies at sunrise. He is held as a hostage for her." Young Eagle was stunned by the words -of the daring scout. He was silent for a whole minute, whereupon .Buffalo Bill added: "And the army of the white people will sweep every Blackfeet warrior from the face of the earth." "If Big Horse .dies, Young Eagle will be chief in bis stead, and he will declare war with the whites and peace with the Sioux," and the ambitious young chief seemed to be pleased at the idea of becoming head of the tribe, and all the warriors grunted approbation. "Young Eagle is a fool!" replied Buffalo Bill. "He would be sent to his grave in short order. The white soldiers would destroy his tribe as he can destroy a worm with his heel. Will you give up the maiden?" "No!" was the blunt reply of the young chief. "Then I will go back and tell Big Horse that Young Eagle has doomed him to die." "Young Eagle will .declare war against-.all pale .faces," said the young chief, as Buffalo Bill stalked away, followed by Tom. "So be it. You shall have war to your heart's i:ontent," returned the scout; In another moment they were out of sight in the darkness, and a wail of despair came to them from Sarah Baird as she sank to the ground in a death-like swoon. "Heavens!" groaned Tom. "It's awful to leav.e her to such a fate." -"I am not going 'to leave her, Tom, my boy," said Bill. "There are eleven warriors there. We have six charges each in our rifles. If we fire ouickly we can down the band ere they can get away from the light of that camp fire." "Yes so we can," returned Tom, who was will ing to run any so1t of risk to rescue the young girl. 'l'hey both wheeled rnund and took aim at the redskins. "One, two, thrne said the scout, and two shots broke the stillness of the midnight air. Young Eagle was the first to fall, and a stal-wart warrior fell almost on top of him. Crack! Crack! Six of the eleven warriors went down with lead irt their bodies, and the redskins were so bewildered that they did not know which way to turn. Crack! Crack! Only three remained now, and they had the wit to plunge into the woods and disappear from sight. -"Stay here and watch," said Buffalo Bill to Tom, as he darted forward and caught up the still unconscious form of the young girl. The next moment he darted back into the dark-ness of the night. t'Cut me loose, Bill Cody," cried the renegade. "Cut me loose, and I'll help you fight iedskins as long as I live!" Buffalo Bill made no reply, but bore the young girl away toward his horse. "Come, Tom," he said. "We can go back to camp now." They signaled to their horses, and the faithful animals came running up to them at full speed. In another moment they we1e in the saddle and going south toward the wagon camp. They reached there a little before daynight and found Big Horse still a prisoner.. The old chief was evidently greatly relieved when he saw that the missing girl had b een returned. "Young -Eagle had her," said Buffalo Bill to hiID. "He is now dead, and the maiden is here. Big Hor_!le may go to his people now." On hearing of the deatl} of his son Big Horse slunk away to his own camp and was not seen for the rest of the day. Next day old Kall led the wagon train across the prairie to a small stream, where camp was again made Here there came during the day a force ?f under Major Reno, who had been followrng the Sioux and his force was completely tired out. The cavalry remained for a while to rest up and when they were about toleave Major Reno tried to induce Buffalo Bill to accompany him. But the scout told the. Major that he was bound tc> stick by the emigrant train until it was safely on it.s way. But it was agreed that a& soon as the train reached the hills of Ne\v Mexico Cody to _join Reno's command, and Tom wa:; to go with .him. CHAPTER XI.-With the Ca>ahy. The train remained two days at the strean;; during which time the stock rapidly recuperated from the fatigue of the long trip. Then they resumed their journey, the cavalry remaining there to let their horses entirely recover their strength, and wait for the .return of Buffalo Bill. It was but a few day's journey from there to the hills of New Mexico, where settlements of Mexicans and whites made the presence of the scout unnecessary. There were no Indians on that side of the stream, and so the apprehensions of the emigrants were no longel' excited . At last the time came when the scout and young' Hayes were to leave them and return to join the cavalry. The young girl who had passed through such peril with Tom Hayes sought him out, and "They tell me that you are going to leave Ii# Ji

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14 ON THE PLAINS WITH BUFFALO BILL "Yes," he replied. "I am going with Buffalo Bill to help him scout for the cavalry." "Will I ever see you again?" "I really can't say, but I shall indulge the hope that I shall some"' day have the pleasure of meet ing you." "So shall I. I want you to promise me that if you ever come to New Mexico that you will hunt me up, for I shall always remember you with gratitude that will last as long as life itself." "I will make that promise, and shall do more. I'll even promise that, if ever in my power to do so, I'll come and hunt you up for the pleasure of seeing your face and hearing your voice." "You will?" "Yes." She seemed happy, and shook his hand with both of hers, saying: "Then I shall :wait and watch for your coming." The entire train gave them a grand send-off as they rode away. "Now, my boy," said the great s.::out, "we are going on a dangerous missfop., where we will have all the fighting, dodging and hard riding that we can attend to." "Just what I want," said TQP!, laughing. "I am not am::ious to fight particularly, but I do want excitement and chance to see life on the plains just as it is." "WP.!l, you've seen a little of it already, have you not?" "Yes, just enough to make me like it," was the reply. "Well, you haven't seen anything yet. Just wait till vou have a whofe tribe of redskins bent on having your scalp, and surrounding you on all sicl<>s, then you'll begin to think it interesting anrl lively." "Well, if we are together you can count on me standing right up to the mark with you all the time." said Tom. "Ah, I am satisfied with you. Tom. By the way, you snrr:etimes call me Mr. Cody I am plain Bill Cody to my friends. Don't forget that. There is no man whose friendship I value more than. yours. You have been with me in some hot work, and you never flinched. You are made of the stuff I like. Do you understand?" "Yes, I think I do," replied Tom, "and I'd rather hear that from you than all the praise the Presi dent of the United State could heap upon me." Rill quietly extended his hand to him, and the next moment a silent hand-shake expressed more than words could have done what their feelings toward each other were. It was a long ride back to the spot where Major Reno's command was encamped. Their first night was spent on the open prairie. They turned their horses loose, knowing they would not leave them, but would come at their call, and then lay down on their blankets under silent stars to sle e p. They Flept without interruption till the stars began to fade away, and then mounted and re-sumed their journey. All day long they rode without seeing on all that immense expanse of prairie a single human being other than themselves. Here and there they saw a few buffaloes feeding on the rich, succulent grass, and the more timid deer were seen in the distance They sp1mt the second night as they did the ffrst, and were off before daylight on the third mormng. When the sun sank down behind the western hoi:izon ag11in they were in sight of the timber where the cavalry was waiting for them. Three hours later they rode intQ the camp, and were received with. cheers by the officers and men. "Our stock is in prime condition, Cody," said the major, "and we are ready to take the field again. All we want is for you to find the eifemy for us, and the best way to get at him. You are the only man who can do that." "Give me two days to rest my horse, and then I'll see what I can do." said Buffalo Bill. "I am going to move northward to-morrow by slow marches. Your horse will not suffer any by it," said the major. "Very well. We will go along with you." The next morning the command moved, and Buffalo Bill moved with it. Tom was regarded by the soldiers as a man who must be a good fighter, else Buffalo Bill would not have him with him, and they treated him accordingly. Tom got acquainted with all the officers of the command, and they soon took a liking to him. At the end of several days Buffalo Bill found the trail of a big band of Sioux, and Major Reno decided to go into camp in the timber till the scouts could locate them and find a way to get at them. Buffalo Bill and Tom Hayes set out on the trail of the band,followed it for three !lays. At the end of tl11;1.t time they made the discovery that they were concentrating in the foot-hills, as they were called, for the purpose of striking a blow somewhere. . "We must now go back," said Codv to Tom, "and get Reho's command up hem in "the night, and made an attack on them." "Yes," said Tom. "That strikes me as being the best thing to do." "Come then." They turned to slip away, only to find that another band was coming up, thus inclosing them: and cutting bff any hope of retreat whatever. CHAJ:>'l'ER XII."-Tom and the Sioux Maiden. The situation was an appalling one, and Bill was conscious of its gravity. fhis ;::econd party was coming up the pass that ran between two -ranges of hills, hence the only hope of escape lay in the po ssibility of concealment in the hills until the shadows of night would enable them to pass beyond them. "Come, quick," said Cody in low tones, making a dash for the bushes on the hillside. "We must take the only chance offered us." Tom was right behind him, and in a few minutes they were climbing the range of bills under the protection of the bushes .. But they J1ad not gone two hundred ya1ds ere a new danger confronted them. It was so entirely unexpected that even "Buffalo Bill was untlecided what course to pursue for a moment or two. 'fhe danger was the meeting of a young Indian warrior and a pretty Sioux maiden. The-voung warrior was evidentlv courtinll' the

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ON THE PLAINS WITH BUFF ALO BILL l5 maiden in the rude style of his race. But he was so thunderstruck at the sudden appearance of two palefaces upon the hills that he was dumb for the time being. "How do, brother,'' said Buffalo Bill, springing from his horse and quickly advancing upon him with outstretched hand. The young warrior was undecided what to do, but as the action of the scout savore!i so much of frienilship he reached out to grasp his outstretched hand. But instead of taking his hand BuffalO Bill ga,e him a blow that stretched him senseless on the ground. Quick as a flash the Indian girl darted away into the bushes. "Catch her, Tom, by all means," said Bill, "or we are lost!" Tom sprang from his hors e and darted off in pursuit of the girl. He r2n and overtook her. "The palefare touches Na-too-la, she will kill him!" she said in very good English. "The paleface will not harm the maiden," said Tom, "but she shall not go away and send the Sioux warrio1s for his scalp. She understood him then, and was about to reply, when .a big black bear came. out. of the bushes behind her and caught her m his arms ere s he could get away. as a flash Tom sprang forward, his long hunting-knife in his hand, and stabbed the brute to the heart. The bear hurled the maiden from him with a fierce growl, and turned to make his escape into the bushes. The girl was half and was not able to pull herself together when Tom went to her. He lifted her to her feet, and was trying to make her stand up when the bear staggered almost to her feet and fell down in the throes of death. "The bear can't hurt the maiden now," s!\iid Tom. She_ looked down at the bear and gave a faint smile. "The paleface ill a great warrior. Na-too-la is glad.'' "So am I glad, too," said Tom. "Don't speak so loud," said Buffalo Bill, coming suddenly upon them. "You will be he&.rd. The maiden must go with us till we are beyond the reach of her people. If she makes an outcry I still her voice forever." "( "Na-too-la's life is the young paleface's. He "6ok it from the bear. It is his. I have spoken." than Buffalo Bill turned to Tom and asked: To"What does this mean?" so thTom pointed to the dead bear, which was pa1 ten concealed in the bushes, saying: musk''The bear caught her, and I finished him." knew1'Good. She won't go back on us. Come." as loHe led the way, and the girl followed a s quietly dangea lamb. The two horses also followed, and in tered ittle while they entered a gorge that ran down noon t hill toward the south. Half an hour brought came Im to a spot where they were surrounded on all 'llhe b.s by high bowlders and thick, tangled growth. strongming to the maiden, Buffalo Bill asked: mischiOo the Sioux warriors come here?" "Thelo. They go toward that way,'' pointing in a Bbffaloheastern direction, indicating the pass overtakugh which they had seen the second band of Sioux coming. The scout understood her, and knew that she was telling the truth, for that was the way the pass ran. . "The maiden's tongue is straight," he said. "She i s a s beautiful as the stars, and full of truth." She seemed pleased at the speech of the great scout, and then turned her great brown-black eyes upon the bronzed face of the young man who had saved her life from the bear. They waited there till late in the afternoon, and then Buffalo Bill de cided to make an attempt to reach the open prairie south of them, and thus get away without their presence having been discovered by the Sioux warriors. Na-too-la w ent along with them as cheerfully as though she were with her own people, and when they reached the foot of the hills she seemed to rejoice as much as the scouts did. On the way Tom had been quite attentive to her, offering his services in assisting her over the rough places. To his su1prise, though, he found that she was as nimble as a fawn, and sure-footed as a squirrel. She could leap as far as he and far more gracefully. Once when he attempted to make the same leap she had just made he came near falling. She laughed, and said: "The brave paleface cannot jump like Na too-Ja." "No,'' he said. "Na-too-la leaps like the young fawn. How did you learn to speak the palefaces' tongue so weJl ?" She told hi that a young white girl had taught her in her father's 1 001.,e. The white girl was a captive. She died a year before. Tom thought of the young w:hite captive pining away and dying among :the savage Sioux, and hated them more than ever. "We mus t mount and go southward, Tom," said Buffalo "and the girl must go with us." "Do you hear that?" Tom a s ked the girl. "Yes Na-too-la will go with the young bear slayer,'' she replied. A short while after that they started off. They rode all night, and camped in a piece of woods t.he next day About noon a large body of cavalry wa-s seen approaching, which turr1ed out to be General Miles' command. Of course the cavalry was delighted to meet such an eminent sccut as Buffalo Bill, and experiences were exchanged. Buffalo told the general he was on the way to meet Major Reno. When Miles heard that he sent for Reno. The next day Reno made his appearance. Then Buffalo Bill and Tom departed on a scouting expedition. Toward night they suddenly came upon a party of si x redskins, who immediately showed fight. Buffalo Bill and Tom killed two of them and were about to fire at the others when a whole party of redshkins appeared ever the hill and our friends then turned tail and beat it in the direction of the cavalry, intend ing to draw them into their clutches. CHAPTER XIII-The. Long-Chase-The lenge. The chase was a hot one, and the redskins bent all their energies to the task of overtaking the two scouts. They gradually gained on them, till less than one mile lay between thein. "They gaining ort us," said Tom, .feeling somewhat uncomfortable over the fact.

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16 ON THE PLAINS WITH BUFF ALO BILL "Yes," returned Cody; "but still we are ahead of them." "But if they keep on gaining we won't be ahead long." "We can down a few of them if they come within range of our rifles," suggested Buffalo Bill. "So we can; but I'd rather be ten miles ahead of them. Ten to one makes big odds." "Yes, that's so. But I have had five hundred after me in full chase, and have my hair yet." Tom shuddered at the idea of such a peril; but was too game to show any fear as long as Cody did not. By and by Buffalo Bill looked back and 88id: l "I guess we can reach them from here. Let's wheel around to a full stop and give 'em a few shots." Tom unswung his rifle and waited for the word. "Now!" said Bill. They wheeled round and came to a full stop The Indians yelled as though they already had their fingers in their hair. Crack! Crack! Two warriors toppled from their ponies. Crack I Crack I Orie warrior and one pony went down. Crack I Crack! No more were hit. "Come away now!" They wheeled and rode off like the wind. Their speed was greater than at any time since the pursuit began. "Put in fresh cartridges," said Cody, doing so himself. Tom followed his example. hen they rode steadily, keeping jus t out of range of the Indians' rifles. Thus the running fight went on. The red.skins seemed determined not to stop till they had run down the two daring fugitives. The sun was just above the horizon when Buffalo Bill looked back and saw that the pursuers were strung out in a line, the fastest ponies in the leadthe slowest ones being at least half a mile behind. "Let's down a few more of 'em," he said to Tom. They wheeled round and came to a full stop. Buffalo Bill took deliberate aim and fired at the foremost pursuer. He went down with a yell. Buffalo Bill was as cool as ice all the time. But the others coming up in a body, he again turned and rode away. But his" horse and that of Tom's were now showing signs of weariness. The Indian ponies were equally bad off. The hardy little animals were not fast, but they were long-winded. "I am glad night is flose at hand," said Tom. "Yes; we can get away from them as soon as it is dark," said Cody; "but I would like to lead them on to the cavalry camp. I don't want them to go back to the main body." "There's timber out there." "Yes. We'll make for that. Maybe they'll camp there, and seek our trail in the morning." They did not fire at the redskins any more, but pushed on toward the timber. _The Sioux followed, but ere the timber was reached the shadows of night had shut out each party from sight of the other. "Now, we'll push on for General Miles' camp," said Cody, "which can't be more than ten or twelve miles away. They can't see our trail, so they will have to stop and camp somewhere here in the timber. Their ponies are too jaded for them to think of returning before morning." They rode on till midnight, and struck the cavalry nickets. Half an hour later Buffalo Bill was relating his adventures to General Miles. At His suggestion a company was dispatched at once to capture the pursuing party. Buffalo Bill and Tom lay down to sleep, while their jaded horses were groomed and attended to by order of Major Reno himself. When daylight came the whole command moved northward, and at noon came up with the company which had been sent out the night before. The last one of the pursuers was captured at daylight that morning. From the prisoners it was learned that Yellow Bear was in command of the main body of Sioux, up in the foothills. The cavalry made slow marches till they came within ten miles of the foothills, and there waited for the night to conceal their further movements. Na-too-la, the Sioux maiden, rode alongside of Tom talking to him all the time. General Miles decided that she would make a good interpreter, and had made up his mind to use her for that purpose if she did not object. Under the protection of darkness General Miles moved up close to the Indian encampment, and prepared to attack them as soon as daylight set in. But their presence was detected, and Yellow Bear rallied his eight hundred warriors to give battle. When the sun rose General Miles found the Sioux prepared to fight, and so took his time about attacking. Yellow Bear aaw Buffalo Bill, and came out between the two armies and dared him to come out and fight him. Buffalo Bill promptly started to meet him, and at once the greatest excitement ensued in the two armies. Tom wanted to go out with him, but Cody told him to stay back. "Leave him to me," he said. "I owe him a grudge, and now I have a chance to settle," and he boldy strode forward to meet the Sioux chief. CHAPTER XIV-The Fall of Yellow Bear. When Yell ow Bear saw Buffalo Bill coming tc> ward him, he uttered the fierce war whoop of his tribe, and. began to leap about as if to perform the scalp dance. His warriors echoed his war whoop, and the welkin rang with the savage noise as never before since the creation. Buffalo Bill did not utter a word. He hated the chief, and had long wanted the chance to fight him when no one could interfere. "Ugh! Yellow Bear will take Long Hair's scalp now!" cried the chief, drawing a ;revolver and firing at Cody. Buffalo Bill never talked when he had any fighting to do. He drew his revolver and began firing at Yellow Be!J:.r as he advanced upon him. Yellow Bear was hit, but he gave a defiant whoop, and fired again as fast as he could. He fired so rapidly that his aim was faulty. Two of the bullets pierced Cody's clothes, whilst three of the scout's bullets struck the chief. They advanced quickly, and when his rev.olver was empty, Yellow Bear threw it away and drew his tomahawk. Buffalo Bill drew his knife and rushed upon him. The old chief gave a terrific whoop, and.; gave him the knife one, two, three times in rapid succession, and the old warrior went down before the superior fighting qualities of the white man. Quick as a flash Buffalo Bill cut and tore the;

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ON THE PLA:rNS WITH BUFFALO BILL 17 acalplock from the dying chief, waved 'it above his head at the 800 dumfounded warriors, and gave a shout of defiance that was echoed far and wide over the hills. The next moment General Miles gave the order to charge, and the boys in blue went at them like a thunderbolt. by the fall of their chief, the redskins did not make anything like the fight they would have made had Yellow Bear -"been on hand to lead them. But they stood the charge long enough to let the soldi ers get in some of their deadly work. Many a brave warrior went down that day to rise no more. Tom rode forward in the charge and emptied both his revolver and repeating rifle at the struggling savages. Natoo-la rode with him, determined to be near him in the hour of danger. Many of the soldiers laughed at him on her eccoUllt, but he told them that she was a brave, good girl, and that she should always be treated as such. When the Indians gave way the battle beeame a slaughter. The redskins were shot down in every direction. Tom and Buffalo Bill rode after the retreating savages, pounding them un mercifully. The girl kept pretty well up with them. But by and by, when they had gone two JDiles in the pursuit, Tom missed the girl. "Where is she, Bifl ?" he asked. "I don't was the reply of the brave scout. "I guess she is back there somewhere with the soldiers. She knows how to take care of her eelf, you may depend on that." They went back over the route they had come aince the retreat began, whilst the main body of the cavalry pursu e d the redskins over the hills. Along the route lay the dead bodies of a number of braves who had fallen in the battle, with here and there a soldier whom a fatal bullet had stopped forever. Suddenly Tom made a startling discovery. He found Na-too-la lying on the ground dead, having been shot through the head. "Just look at her, Bill!" he said, his eye s filling with tears. "What a pity!" said Cody. "She was faithful even in death." Tom found a couple of a1my bl anke t s which Buffalo Bill declared were just the things needed for both shroud and coffin. When the rude grave was ready, the office1s of the cavalry who were not engaged in the pursuit of the enemy assembled around it to perform the last sad i ites for the dead. She was wrap p e d in the blankets and laid tenderly away t o rest under the grand old oak. Tom could not kee p back the t ears a s he thought of the untimely end of the girl. "Mr. Cody,'' said the g e n e r a l to Buffalo Bill, "the Indians have been badly broken up. The y have scattered in all directions over the hills so that organized pursuit i s impo s sible. Of cours e, they will all meet again at some point and prepare for more mischief. Some one must follow them up and locate their ren!lezvous, and I know of but' one man who can do that with any d e g r ee of accuracy, and you are the one." "General, you flatter me, but I am willing to do what I can in that direction. My chum, Hayes :will go with me, for, though not yet a man in years, he is game and level-headed." "Take whom you wish," said the general. "I will move my command out to the stream on the prairie, where grass and water can be had in quantities needed. You will find us there when you return." Buffalo Bill returned to Tom and said: "We are to go out and s e e where the redskins have gone." "That means more fun, eh?" Buffalo Bill laughed and said: "Some people would call it anything else but fun. But a s you came out West in que s t of fun, you ought to be allowed to have all you want. "Of course. When do we start?" "In an hour or so." "Are we to go afoot?" Tom asked, in some surprise. "Yes. We can't ride through the hills as fast as we can walk. Horses are--poor climbers, and not good at hiding in the bushes. It's very different from work out on the plains." They slipped away from the camp and started out over the hills in a northwesterly direction, looking keenly about for s igns of Indians. When they spoke it was only in whispers or very low tones, lest some lurking redskin should hear them. They tramped s ome ten or twelve mile s the fust day when night o v ertook them. Buffal o Bill immediately built a big fire a gainst two im mense dead trees, which had been felled years before by some terrible cyclone. Tom was as tonished. He had heard enough of the dangers of camp fires to make him believe that Buffalo Bill would never be guilty of building on e on a scout. I sn't it d angerous? he whispere d to t he scout. "It would 1 b e d angerous for u s to stay here, h!l replie d. "But that i s not wha t we a r e going to do." Tom waite d till the f a m o u s s cout was r eady to explain. When they had fini s hed t h eir supper Buffalo Bill t1>ok up his rifl e and s t alke d away into the bu s hes, beckoning to Tom t o fo ll ow him. CHAPTER XV-The Ol d M a ni ac. Whe n a s afe di s t a nce from t his cam p fire, Buffalo Bill turned to Tom, clutc h e d his arm and whispered to h i m : "We'll s l e ep out here in the
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18 QN THE PLAINS WITH BUFF ALO BILL and instantly every warrior held his rifle in readiness for instant use. A minute or two later a tall, gaunt-looking white man stalked up to the camp fire and held out his hands as if to warm them. He was long-haired and heavily bearded-both hair and beard being almost snow-white--and he wore an old, ragged suit of army uniform clothes, an old army hat, a cavalry saber, an army musket and bayonet. His feet were shoeless, and the right leg of his trousers was town off at the knee. The Indians seemed to stand in awe of him, for they moved out of his way and let him pass to the camp fire and then stood still and quiet to gaze at him watch his movements. This strange spectre--for such it appeared to Tom-stood by the fine for some time, as if utterly unconscious of the pres ence of the Indians, warming himself. Then he turned slowly around ahd gazed at the red men. "You redskins had better hide yourse lves," he said, in harsh tones. "The army is coming, and the last one of you will be killed. You roasted my comrade, but the fire wouldn't burn me. Ha! ha! ha! Joel Boyd wouldn't burn! Wouldn't burn! Ha! ha! ha!." As soon as he heard that maniacal laugh Tom knew that the strange man was demented. The Indians touched their foreheads with their fingers and stood aside in a group as if to look at him. Suddenly a fire coaJ popped with a report almost like a pistol, and a red-hot cinder struck him on his bare leg. He sprang up as if shot out of a howitzer, and cried out excitedly: "To arms-to arms! The redskins are upon us I Follow me, comrades!" And he drew the old cavalry saber which hung to his side, and made a charge upon the group of Indians standing there. They attempted to' get out of his way by dispersing as quickly as po s sible. One warrior was unfortunate. He stumbled over another, and ere he could recover his bafance the maniac plunged the saber to the hilt in his back. The warrior gave a death yell, and the maniac drew out the saber and pursued another like an avenging Nemesis. A few minutes later another death yell was heard a quarter of a mile away, showing that the maniac had overtaken another victim. "Well, what do you think of that?" Buffalo Bill asked of Tom. "I don't know what to t ink. The Indians are really afraid of crazy people, then?" "Yes, and no power on earth could induce one of them to raise his hand against one 'touched by the Great Spirit,' as they say of demented people." "The white people ought to take him and put him where he can be taken care of." Buffalo Bill made a sudden sign to Tom to keep silent, for he heard something moving in the bushes not far from the camp fire. Tom heard it, to(), and was going to make the sign for silence himself when Cody made it to him. They waited for several minutes to see what would happen next, when Buffalo Bill remarked: "It's a black bear." "Sur.e?" Tom asked. "Yes. He is out on the left there. I know their movements. He'll come into the light after while." By and by a big black bear came out of a clump of bushe s and stood in an open, and gazed at the burning logs. Tom was wondering what should be done, when footsteps were again heard, and in a minute or two the lunatic appeared. He glanced around, and saw the bear. To the intense surprise of Tom he 'advanced upon the bear. The brute uttered a growl, and rose on his hind feet to receive him. Undaunted, the maniac rushed,, upon the bear, and ran him through with his saber. The bear uttered another fierce growl, and struck at him with his right forepaw. But the old .graybeard leaped nimbly back and drew the saber out with him. In another moment he plunged it through him again-this time through his heart-and again sprang back out of his way. The bear rolled over on the ground, growling and tearing up shrubs, tones and earth in his death agonies, whil s t the victor by in the attitude of a victor and looked on. When the bear had ceased struggling and had stretched himself out in death, the maniac pro ceeded to cut off one of the hams. Taking it near the fire he proceeded to cut off several slices and lay them on some red coals, which he raked out from the fire with a stick. Tom and Buffalo Bill s tood there in the bushes inhaling the savory odors of the broiling steaks till they were both savagely hungry . When the steaks were done, the maniac proceeded to devour them with the relish of a man with an appetite but little less than that of a half-starved wolf. "Ha, ha, ha!" he laughed, in a low tone. "I got three of the pesky varmints, an' that makes eighty-one. Nineteen more and I'll be square on my oath." Buffalo Bill heard every word of the man's talk, and Tom looked up at him as if to see if he had heard aright. "Wait here till I come back/' whispe1ed Cody to him, and then he stalked forward into the glare of the camp-fire. The old graybeard looked up at him and said: ''Bill Cody!" "Yes. I've been lying in the bushes' back there enjoying your circus with the redskins. You play your game well. It's the best thing I ever saw. Keep it up. Wish I could do the same thing." The old man arose and hoarsely whispered: "I swore to kill one hundred of 'em. I've wiped out eighty-one. I'll be sane enough when l down nineteen more." "Good! Keep up your game. You are safe as long a s they think you have been touched by the Great Spirit." The old man resumed eating the bear steaks, and the scout proceeded to broil some for Tom and him se lf. He signaled for Tom to come forward and eat, which he did. The old man looked hard at Tom, and re.marked: "Young-too young," and then resumed his eating. Buffalo Bill told the old man in a few brief words that 'Porn was old enough to whip his weight in wildcats, and that they were out scout ing together in searc h of the rendezvous of the redskins. "They're over on Black Creek," whispered tlfe old man. vc.

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ON THE PLAINS WITH" BL'7F ALO BILL 19 . "Sure?" Tom acquiesced without a word, and they "Yes--heard 'em talking." turned and followed the trail. After following it 1: "Whereabouts?" . till sunset they found the Indians just prepar-. "Dunno-heard 'erri say they'd go there." ing to go into camp for. the night, and deep into the bushes they crept to wait till the shade of night would enaj>le them to get nearer to them without risk of detection. When it was dark CHAPTER XVI-The Hard Work of the Scouts. enough to make it safe. for them to go nearer to the camp fire, they did so, and found that they Buffalo Bill knew well enough where Black were a part of the band General Miles had de Creek was. It was a stream that ran through fe.ated when Yellow Bear was slain by Buffalo some of the wildest portions of the foothills, and Bill. They had chosen a new chief, and were on that was inaccessible to cavalry. The creek was their way to capture the Deadwood stage, which about twenty miles -long, and then lost itself in passed about fifty below on it.s way to the the river east of the foothills. The news seemed Deadwood mmes. Buffalo Bill understood to make an impression on the famou's scout which their tongue as he heard them talking, and knew ha could not shake off. To go over to Black that the only way to save the stage Creek would be to penetrate the heart of the and the passe:11gers w:ould be for him to a Indians' stronghold, where discovery would be of In.dian pomes from .the band, and ride sure to 1esult in capture and death. mg:ht to mfort? General M.1les of proposed "You know who I am," said Buffalo Bill to the !ncurs10n. Accordingly, he whispered his plans to old man of the gray beard. "Now, give me your 1'.om, and they began to move around to the south name ,, side of the camp, where the .stock was kept. On not now, but after I have performed my their war around t1!ey came acr<_>ss .the old maniac. vow" and he laughed that maniacal laugh again Cody whispered their needs to him ma few words. to any redskins that might be within hearing "Go down the gorge and wait for me," said the 'distance of him. Buffalo Bill afterward declared old man. '\hat the old man's laugh would have deceived the Buffalo Bill was confident that such a consumkeeper of any lunatic asylum in the world. It ate actor as the old man could get the ponies withhad the maniac ring to it so thoroughly that de-out any trouble, so he and Tom made their way tection would have been impossible. down the gorge, and there waited for the old "You can lie down and sleep," the old man man's appearance. They were there nearly alJ, whispered. "Tliey won't dare come where I am." hour when they heard him coming, 1eading two Buffalo Bill was in need of sleep. Tom had slept P?nies. They had no saddles, but that made no four hours, but he lay down again, and was soon difference. wrapped in slumber. The old man lay down, "You have done a fine service, old man," said too, and was soon snoring like the puffing of a Cody. "Tell me what I can do for you?" steamboat. Every redskin among the Sioux tribe "Bring me some cartridges for my revolver knew that snore. When they heard it, they replied the old man. straight away from it, as if from .the "I'll divide with you now. Hold out your hand." of the deadly rattlesnake.. Tney Buffalo Bill gave the old man half. his car-slept till sunrise, and then to .br01l mo1:e tridges, and the latter said: bear steaks. logs were still burnmg, and 1t l'I'll show you the out now. Come on." looked as though they would burn several days. He showed them the way out by a route that Tl?-e steaks were soon don.e, and the three. :ite cut off several piiles, and landed them on the' m silenee. They. were to do any talkmg edge of the prairie. There they shook hands for fear t.hat Indians might overhear them. But with him and mounted the ponies. The old man Buffalo gave the old man to un.derstand stood there under the silent stars looking after he was gomg to go across the hills to Placid them till they were out of sight in the gloom of Lake, and then turn south and rejoin Miles at the night shadows. . place agreed upon,. . "He is a wonderful old man,'' said Tom, after The old man said, w1 thout turn mg his head: riding in silence for about five miles ;;Go, an' I'll follow your trail." 1 "Yes, a very remarkable old man.. I am going Good. You may be of some se1v1ce-more to try to find out ho h H tt' than you think." w e e is pu mg up Tom was ready to go at a.moment's notice, and w?rst JOb on the redskms that I ever heard so they started. When they had been gone about "'s 1 H ten minutes, the old man s houldered his old 0 is. .e mus t wipe out many a on e on the musket and started off on their trail. Buffalo Bill bemg allowed to roam about unknew that he had nothing to fear from the rear . as long as the old maniac was there. His only Yes. and he says he has wiped out e1ghtv" danger lay in front, and in that direction he cenone, and that nineteen yet to put away. He tered all his watchfulness But he traveled till has vowed to wipe out o n e hundred for some pur noon ere he saw any signs of redskiri s, Then he pose or other. I guess they tried to burn him came across the trail of a band going southward. once." 'Ilhe pand must have been fully two hundred They were riding alorlg at pretty full spee d sirong, and it was certain that they were b ent on goin'.6 in a bee-line for the point where Generai mischief somewhere. Mile.; was to wait for them, when a half dozen "They have not been gone two hours," said stalwart warriors rose up from the grass right llbffalo Bill, as he examined the trail. "We can under their ponie s feet and seized them-ponie11 overtake them and find out what they aie up to." and all

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20 ON THE PLAINS wI'i'H BUFF ALO BILL "Ugh! Stop!" g runted the two who seized the reins, "or paleface die!" The interruption was so entirely unexpected that even Buffalo Bill was utterly taken back. But Tom drew his revolver and shot the redskin who had seized his pony's head. The redskin measured his length on the ground: Tom then. dashed away. He 'heard twoshots and, looking back, saw Buffalo Bill coming at full speed. Sud denly four shots rang out and he heard Buffalo Bill shout: "Come back, Tom, I am down." Tom dismounted and ran back. "Are you hit, Bill?" he asked. "No, but you will be if you dor,'t get cio:wn out nf sight. The rascals shot _my pony and that put me afoot." The redskins were now coming toward them. Both fired with such disasterous results that the rascals turned tail and beat it away, leaving their ponies behind. Buffalo caught one of these and soon both Tom and Ruffalo Bill were on their way again. They rode all night ere they came in sight of Miles' camp fires. Buffalo Bill reported the news in regard to the intended raid upon th. e Deadwood stage. General Miles ordered Maj or Reno to take two companies of cavalry mid go with Buffalo Bill to -capture or destroy the Y.'hole band. .After proc.eeding for 11umber of. mile,5 Buffalo Bill.and Tom left the main body and rode northward. It was late in the afternoon when came the .band of Indians they were in que s t of. When they espied our two friends they yelled and gave chase. This was what the scout wan'.;ed. They turned and rode back toward the cavalry, which had secreted itself in a batch of trees. W-hen the scout and Tom had drawn the red skins into the ambush the cavalry cha!ged upon them and the fight that ensued was. _almost a m a s sac r 7 tho Indians being utterly de moralized. CHLP XVII.-The Final D efeat of t h e Redmen kt the-command to chargeBnffalo .Bill .and Tom dashed forward at full -speed using their rifles as they went. The redskins did not stop to .xe turn their lire. They broke and rode in every direction-scattering s o as to break up the pursuit. Tom !}ad emptied his rifle, and now drew his revolver for close r quarters H e s elected a big, stalwart Sioux, and das h e d after h i m determined to bring him down if h e did not another. Bill did the same thing, a s did many of the :;oldiers. In no in stance d i d two w arriors ride away together, hence the scattering pursuit. Tom's horse was in good trim for a run, and after 'I. two-mile chas e -he was within fifty feet of the Reeing redskin. 1 "Halt!" he cri ed. "Ugh! no halt!" said the Si o u x u r g ing his j a ded pony to g reater s p e ed But Tom gained on him rapid l y, and in a little 1Vhile was alongsid e o f hi m. w jth a whoop the [ndian threw himself on the s id e o f his pony in mch a way that only a foot and o n e arm w ere ex Jo s ed to view. was a running it'i:lrk :for his r ide r Tqm w a s and inter-ested in the savage's attempt to shield himself from him. He saw that the pony was played out, and that the rider was worrying fiiin by riding in that way. "Ifello, redskin!' he called out, "what's the mat ter with you?" "Ugh!" grunted the Sioux. Suddenly the pony fell, and the redskin was partially stunned by the fall. Tom stopped and looked down at him. At his belt hung three-: scalps, and one of them had evidently been torn from the head of a white woman. The iedskin's Wits soon returned to him, and then Tom asked hlm: "Is that a paleface woman's scalp you ha. ve there, redskin?" "Ugh!" grunted the brute. "Me take scalP.-me great warrior." "Did you take a scalp from a white woman?" "Ugh! Me take 'em all." That was enough. Tom shot him. The Indian staggei-ed back, and clapped a hand over the wound in his shoulder. Crack! "That's for the white woman's scalp said Tom The redskin started, gave a whoop,' and huded his tomahawk at him. Ci-ack! The third -shot settled him. He sank, down upon one knee and tried to. sing his death song. of that music for me," said Tom, giving him anothe r shot that rolled him over on the gras s. "The woman i s avenged," he said a s he pro:. c e eded to insert fresh cartridges in both rifle and revolver. lie had no sooner done that than he heard shouts out on the left, .and looking in that direction saw four Sioux warriors coming down upon him. -They had seen him out there alone, and thinking that they could get his scalp had made a dash for him. Tom coolly waited for them to get in range, and then pror.eeded to use his deadly repeating r ifle on them. With the first two shots the -two foremost' went down, and their riQ.erless ponies went careering -ove1 the plains. Crack! The third warrior leaned forward and ,hugged his pony's neck. .Crack! The fourth one's .arm was broken, and thus all four were out. of the fight.ere they had arrived within pistol-shot distance of him. "They are the worst broken up band of redskins I ever Sa"Yf,'' he remarked, as he put in more fresh cartridges. "Here comes one of 'em." The redskin, who s e right arm was broken, could not manage hi s pony, and the little fellow ran right up to Tom with him and stopped. "Me t alk with paleface,'' said the Indian. why don't you redmen learn s ome sense? The time w a s when these prairies w ere cove1 ed with buffalo Where are they now? They have been killed off by hunters. Jus t so is the redman p;;i.ss ing a way. He wars against the palefaces, and the white man kills him a s the buffalo is killed. By and by the redman and the buff ah will be known p.o more. The buffalo cannot help hims elf, the redman can, but he i s too much ;.i fool to do so. A hundred redmen have fallen today. and still the Sioux warriors fight and d ie." The savage looked at h i m, and listened in wlence till he had finished, whe n he said : "Ugh! The young paleface has a long Tom s miled, and said:

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ON THE PLAINS WITH BUFFALO BILL 21 "Yes, I guess I hae. The redman has a short tlead. He has no sense. Go tell your people 'vhat long tongue has told you." Tom rode away and left the Indian sitting thel'e on his horse. A few minutes later he met Buffalo Bill, who asked: "Did you get your redskin?" "Yes, and three or four more, beside!" "Good! That's better luck than I had." "They came for me and I used my rifle on them." "Well, I don't think that over thirtyout of thaC entire band got away." "No; they were pretty well cleaned out." "I think they would be glad to make peace after this. Old Yellow Bear was the caus e of the war. He is out of the way now." General Miles was very much pleased with the success of the expedition, and spoke of Major Reno and Buffalo Bill in the highest terms in his report to the commander of the dep.artment. That was the end of the Indian troubles in the foothills. The Sioux were utterly humbled, and soon after sued for peace. Buffalo Bill and Tom had ing more to do in the line of scouting, but did valuable) service in procuring-meat for the !iOldiers, who were beyond the reach of any supply 3-ains. It was after the war was ended that they again met the old maniac up in the foothill s They were in camp over in Deep Run Creek, when the white-haired old man came stalking into their Jiii.dst. "Ha, ha, ha!' he laughed. "Back ag'in, eh? War ended, and the reds. licked." "Yes," said Buffalo Bill. "How does your war come on? How many yet remain to be wiped out?" ."Two more. Ha, ha, ha! Two more, an' then rm done." "Seventeen since I saw you last! You have not been idle, old man." "No--busy, very busy. Got two the night you went away. Ha, ha, ha! they never knew where those ponies went." "You did us a good service that night, for which I am always your friend," said Buffalo Bill. "That's all right. Wait till I get two more. a ha ha!" and the maniacal laugh of the old maii. m'ade Tom's blood run cold every time he heard it. "That laugh would be worth five hundred dollars a night in a theatre New York," he remarked to Buffalo Bill in a wl).isper. "Yes, I've been thinking about that. I never heard it equaled except in a lunatic asylum which I once visited in Ohio. What a pile a man could make with him. in a play where a lunatic was needed!" / The old man lay down by the camp fire and went to sleep. So did Tom and Buffalo Bill. But when the two scouts woke up in the morning they fonnd_ the man gone. had slipped awa31 in the.mght without awakemng them, and had not missed his snoring. :! '1 CHAPTER XVIII.-Sioux Treacli.ery-The Old Maniac. i.rhe two scouts .prepared and ate an eaily_ breakfast, and were about to leavecamp when two stalwart Sioux braves appeared. "How do, brother?" greeted the elder of the two "How do?" said Buffalo Bill. "What are you doing in war paint again? Hasn't the war ended?" ."Sioux warriors fight Blackfeet warriors," was the reply. "Oh, you redskins can't live without fighting somebody. By and by all of you will be dead, and then peace will reign all over the country." "Blackfeet bad lnjun," said the Sioux. "Yes and. they think Sioux are bad, too. I never saw a good Indian in my life. They were all dead!''" "Ugh!" g1uted the Sioux. He couldn't se e through his remark, and Tom came near laughing outright a s the ugly painted warrior stood there talking to Cody. By and by the elder of the two asked Buffalo Bill if he were Long Hair, the fierce rider of the palefaces "Yes," said Bill. "I am called Long Hair by the redmen.'' With that the Indian gave a shrill whoop, and five more warriors appeared, armed, and sur-rounrled the t,...-o scot:ts. "Ha, ha, ha!" came the maniacal laugh of the old man who had disappeared from the camp, and the next moment he rushed up and plunged his old cavalry saber to the hilt in the body of the warrior who had given the signal to the others. "Ha, ha, That's ninety-nine! One more, one m re! Ha, ha, ha!" and ere they could get out of his way, he had run another one through. others hurried to get away from him. "They meant treachery, Tom," said Cody. !'Let 'em have it!" and he opened on them with his re-volver. . Tom did likewise,_ and the old man managed to get another. "That ends it," said the old man. "I'll go back with you now.'' "Did mean to kill Tom and I?" Cody a s ked. -"Yes . They had doomed both of you to the stake, and they were sent to take you." "Well, and that's the kind of neace we have with them, is it? I'll tell General Miles that, and he'll give 'em another dose that will make them sick.'' "Come. The best place i s anywhere but the foot hills," said the man, leading the way. Buffalo Bill and Tom followed him. He had secured a hardy Indian pony, and when well out of the bushes he mounted, saying to the two scouts;: "Come away Come away! We -get away from here." They mounted their horses and rociu Ii 'lftJ wi\'h him. "You have fulfilled your vow of one hundred dead Indians eh?" said Buffalo Bill to him. "Yes-yes, one hundred and one. I am done. My comrade i9 avenged," and he .relapsed into silence again. When they reacher! the timber where Miles h;ad camped for a fortnight they found that the troops were j!'One southward_ "We'll go southward, too," said Cody, "hut we'll camp here to-night. To-morrow we'll go due south for three hundred miles, and again strike the old wagon train route." . That night the old man told his story. Re hall been captured with a comrade-both cavalry sol

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ON THE PLAINS WITH BUFF i\LO BILL 23 "Put it thar, old gray beard," he said to the old man who harl played maniac on the Sioux till he had wiped out one hundred of them. "I'm old self, but yer beat me in gray hair." "I'm not as old as you,' said Turner. "I am old before my time, that's all." "We'll live and die by one another," said old Kall. "Just let ther boys go. Hyer's my wagon an' clothes an' guns an' everything. Go with me, Qld pard, an' yer won't be sorry for it." "Take hjm up, old man," said Buffalo Bill, sfapJling him heartily on the back. "Take him up. He's the best old riian on the plains." The oM maniac turned to Kall and gave him his hand saying: "I'll do it comrade." "I'll do it, too!" exclaimed the old guide,. grasp ing his hand an(! .shaking it,_heartily. "We aie pards, an' death only kin take us apart." Tom was amused at the action of old Karl. He had never seen Turner before, and yet he took him into copartnersnip on Buffalo Bill's story of his career. Tom did not yet know anything about the ties that bind some men together. The memory of the old maniac made him shudder. The thought of them made old Kall want to hug him. ; Two days later the two. scouts left the wagon '-train and thE' two old men in charge of it, and went We!=
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24 ON THE PLAINS WITH BUFFALO BILL will be along some time this month, I guess, and you can go on with them." "And leave you on the plains alone? Not much I won't." "Then let's go East till we meet Old John." They started on the old trail, and two days later they reached the very spot where the great run ning :fight was made when Tom came so near losing his life. Encamping there that night they recalled the scenes of two years before, and enjoyed the cdntrast. "Everything is peace now," Tom said. Five days later they met old Kali's train. 'lt was not so large as the one Tom stai:ted with, but it had a goodly number of wagons,. armed men and emigrant families. Old Kall and Turner, who was dressed in buckskin hunting shirt and leggings now, received them with great rejoicing and that night m the camp they swapped stories till midnight. The next day Buffalo Bill and Tom Hayes parted. They hugged each other, shook hands, and turned away. Buffalo Bill went eastward. Tom went on with the train to New Mexico, which section of the country he was most anxious to see. . Old Maniac Turner was a very different sort of a man now. His manners had softened, and his voice lacked the harsh tones so noticeable when Tom first met him. He took to Tom again and regaled him with many a tale of adventure. His feat of wiping out one hundred Sioux was never doubted, for he never bragged of it. Tom knew :tnore about it than any other man in the camp. He had seen the old man at work, and knew what he was made of. No wonder, then, the old man took to him, and told him many stories of hair-breadth escapes. CHAPTER XXIV.-Conclusion. The wagon train moved slowly westward toward the borders of New Mexico, Tom amusing himself on the way .by supplying it with game. Wherever he saw a deer, bear or buffalo, he never failed to put in some effective work with his deadly repeating r i fle. At last the train reache d the hills of New M ex ico, and the monotony of the prairi e was gon e. They now struck great ranches and right and left were rich farms But the cattle ranches were the great busines s of the country. Mexicans and Spaniards were everywhere speaking the l anguage of sunny Spain But the irrepress ible Yanke e was there, too, and was making himself felt by the others The wagon train reache d Santa F e at l ast, and encamped outs ide the city. The next mornin g Tom was currying hi s horse, when he heard h is name called b y old K a ll. "Com e h yer, Tom!" He lo o k e d around and saw a y oun g w oman taking t o her h ee l s and running a s fas t a s she could. "Who i s she?" Tom a s ked. "Sary Baird. Sh e corned an' a s ked me if I had seen yer, an' when I called yer, she ran away like er deer. Wj)at ail s ther gal, anyhow?" Tom ask'ed: "Do vou know where she li v e s?" "Yes; I'll s how yer." I Tom followed the old guide into the town, and found the house. Knocking on the door, Sarah's mother opened it. "Why, Tom Hayes!" she exclaimed him in her arms. "Where is Sarah?" he asked. "Sarah! Sarah!" she called, and Sarah came forth, blushing like a rose. Tom did not stand on ceremony. He had kissed the mother. So he caught her in his arms, and 1 said: "I have come a thousand miles to look on your face, Sarah." She blushed still more, and he said further: "I have never forgotten your face. When I slept I b e held it in my dreams. You are more beautiful than ever, Sarah." "I am ever so glad to see you," stammered happy Sarah. "Are you?" "Yes." Tom had a long story to tell of adventure since he harl seen her last, and she was never tired of listening to him. He spent a month lookiii.g around Santa Fe and the country, and every day managed to see Sarah at her home. At last, when he had no further excuse to remain, he told Sarah that he was going East again. Sha turned as pale as 1 death and asked: "Why go?-'' "Because I have nothing to do here," he re. plied. "Have you tried to get something to do here?" "No, for the reas on that I find nothing here that I know anything about. I am going into business in New York that will make me a fortune in a few years. "When do y o u go?" "In a few days, with old Kall's train. I want you to go back with me, Sarah, as my wife.'' Sarah's face 'brightened up at once, and she laid a hand on his and said: "I will go with you to the uttermos t parts of the earth, Tom Hayes.'' That evening Tom a s ked her parents for her hand, and they consented on condition that she should visit them once every two y ears. He agreed to that, and Sarah at once began to prepare for b1 idal trip acro ss the plain s in the wagon train of old John Kall. The w edding was a quiet one, and two d ays afterward the wagon train left for the East. 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PLUCK AND LUCK 25 AL, THE ATHLETE, OR, THE CHAMPION OF THE CLUB By R. T. BENNETT (A Serial Story) CHAPTER VI.-( Continued.) Wump! went the sphere in centerfield's mitt. He lined it down fo the plate, where it arrived ahead of Rich, and Camps let it go to Hope, who tagged Burt six inches from the bag. A jubilant rell arose from the Mercurys as they came straggling in. Kelly had the reputation of being a terrific batter, but his pop fly landed in Chase's fingers, Camps died on second, and Drew went down on a foul hit. There were no runs made in the third inning. The grounder Marsh sent, to Kelly was easy, Abby's scorcher was picked out of the air by 'lo Bowers, and Turner's best was a slow one1_ to Drew. Hope was the first man up on the Mercury side, but Al struck him out. Clark's easy roller carried him to first, and Bowers swatted the ball into Ed Turner's hands so nicely that he had plenty of time to line it to Fred Abby, making a neat double play. In the fourth Winters was -a dead one on a long fly into Martin's grip, Hope took a little bounce from Nelson, and Kelly settled Chase's hash by getting in the way of a beautiful ballon. Howard went down antl out on a short fly to Ben Rich, but Martin got a i:cratch hit between Abby and Turner, and was forced at second by Connor on a pick-up and throw by the shortstop. Then Kelly kicked first, as fumbled his high bounce, and Connor galloped to third. While Camps was at bat Kelly stole second. Just then Camps hit a single to right, scoring Connor; but Kelly was out trying to steal home, and the inning ended by Drew sacrificing. "A goosP.-egg for the Juniors and a run for tlie Mercurys," was the way Al put it to Nick as they: went up to the plate. "How is your wing?" asked the catcher. "Good for a month yet!" laughed the young pitcher. "In our half of the fifth I am going to wet my fingers wnen I give Hope a dose of spitball. Hang on to the end of his bat, Nick." The fifth opened with a little bunt by carried him to the initiaf bag, but Burt flied to Bowers and Al toed the plate. "Adams," bellowed a fat rooter, "do some tlring!" The cowbel! interrupted him, and an orange caught him in the neck. Drew was savage as Al treatoed him to a sneering smile and said: "Better put a real pitcher in the box, Drew!" He wanted to rattle the rascal, but a cunning gleam shot from Drew's snaky eyes as he sud denly realized this, and he retorted: I'll do for you any time, you dog!" Whiz! came the ball, and crack! went the bat, away dashed Al, and Rich went pelting over to second like greased lightning. The ball flew high over Martin's head and landed somewhere near the fence, and while the basemen were yelling themselves hoarse Al was rus hing after Rich as if he wanted his life. The crowd in the bleachers stood up as Ben hammered the plate, and by the time Clark got the ball and passed it down the young athlete was kicking up the dust for home. Drew got the ball and sent it to Camps like a s hell from an eight-inch gun, but it flopped into the catcher's mitt a full se cond after the official scorer marked up a nm against Al's name. The roar .from the crowd that greeted this play was deafenmg. A slight damper was thrown on the performance by Nick striking out, and the fans had hardly talkin&: about it when Abby drove a hot lmer squarely mto Drew's hands, which brought in the Mercurys howling_ The second half was a brief one, for Al had been practicing a spit-ball, and Hope, Clark and Bowers fell victims to it. Neither side scored in the three following innmgs, and when the Juniors came up in the ninth Turner was at bat. He fanned, and Winters followed with a twobagger, which was muffed by Clark. Nelson was called out on strikes, and C1i.ase bunted and re.ached by a lazy lope. Then up came Rich V.'lth a s1zzhng grasser to far center, which ad vanced Winters arid Cha5e, filling the bases. now let himself loose with a terrific wallop "{hich brought Winteis in sweating and worked the crowd up to the fever pitch. "Adams at the bat!" This was Drew's las t chance, and there was a wi<:ked look on hi s face as he fingered a round, white stone he had secretly taken from his pocket. He concealed the ball inside his shirt. "TheJ'.;ve got U;S licked to a finish,'' he ieflected, sourly, but I will lay the beggar out if I hang for it!" Nobndy knew what his evil purpos e was and he took careful aim at his handsome young' rival when he prepared to pitch the stone. The missile shot through the air and hit Al the head. A low, cry of escaped the boy, he flung up hi s hand s, droppmg the bat, and his face turned as white a s snow. The next mom ent he staggered and fell to the ground. There was an ugly, b l eeding gash on his head, and h e lay as if dead! In an instant a scene of intense confu s ion prevailed. Shouts arose, and all the players and spectators rushed toward the tricken boy. But Drew reached him first, and dropping the ball on the ground, he secu red the stone and se it in his shirt bosom CHAPTER VIL-Loss Before Dishonor fo r feited to the Midwood Juniors," said the ump1re. "I protest!" began Drew, who was white to the lips. "You'd better not!" warned Barry "I saw the

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26 PLUCK AND LUCK you threw w hic h laid out Adams. You may nave to answer for murder if be don't recover from the blow!" "He is swindling us!" yelled Drew. "His ac:. cusation is a lie, and a blind so he could favor the Midwoods!" "Rough-house!" roared Camps. The Junior boys were for them, and in an in!':tant the two nines were mixed up in a terrific scrimmage,_ for Al's friends wanted to avenge the cowardly attack upon their young champion. The plucky umpire was not 'going to see the rival clubs injure each other, and called a posse of constables to separate them. In the meantime Jennie had come down to where Al was lying on the grass, and sat, _the picture of misery, holding his head in her lap, while a local physician examined him. "Is he badly hurt'?" she breathed. "Only struck senseless." "Can you help him?" "Easily. I'm doing so now." "He seems to be reviving." "Oh he will come around in a few moments." "Do you know what happened t-0 him?" "No, but it looks as if he was hit by a stone." "Thrown by whom?" "Don't know, but we may find out later on." At this moment Al recovered, and sitting up, he found that his throbbing head was swathed in bandages, and that a gaping crowd was surround-ing him, held back by the constables. He asked what had happened, and Barry stepped forward and said: "Drew fired a stone at you instead of the ball!" "You lie like fury!" hissed a nasty voice behind him, and as he turned around he saw Jim Drew and his father standing there. The umpire worked in Mr. Drew's cotton mill as. abookkeeper, and he saw an gly look sweep over the dark, narrow face of his boss. The rich man fixed a cold, deadly glance upon him, and growled: "What do you mean by saying that my son flung a stone at that boy? If you value your job you will not go around making such a serious charge against my boy." Barry's temper arose all of a sudden, and he folded his arms across his bossom, met the man's gaze unflinchingly, and ai;;ked: "Dor.s that mean that you will bounce me if I r:peak out?" "You have a good position in my office, and ought tu h?ve sense enough to nurse it, for you get a very liberal salary." A look of scorn and contempt gathered on Bar fy's "See here!" he exclaimed, so everybody \!Ould hear him, "I am a man-ont a sneaking skunk like that !':On of yours, and don't you forget it! You needn't think I won't tell that I saw him try to murder Al A
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28 PLUCK AND.LUCK An Indian Scout's Capture And It was on the banks of a small .creek in a scattered grove, and the first thing we saw was the dead body of McHenry. The Sioux chiefs had -declared the anxiety; for peace, and were profes sing the greatsest friendship for the soldiers. Irr-' deed, Paw.nee-Killer had visited Custer to shake hands and sign a declaration of peace. In June, 1867, while General -Custer, .with his While the big chief was "how-bowing" in Cus-command, was a t the forks of the Republican ter's camp jlnd declaring his love for the white River, in western Kansas, and the Indian War had man, one of his bands only thirty miles away, fairly begun, I was doing duty with several others was subjecting a hunter to the most agonizing ..... as a scout. tortures. They cut out his tongue, blew powder O.n the morning of the 19th a young man named into hi s body, cut off his toes, broke all his fingers., Robinson reached the camp and reported that he, pricked him with knives and finally ended by, 'th th th h d b h t h t scalP,ing him. wi ree 0 ers, a een un mg to t e wes He must have sufferecl for ma.ny hours before of uS, and had been stampeded by the Sioux Jn: dians. One had been killed, as he believed, while death filially came a s a glad relief. The body waS: the others had made a dash for it and scattered, not yetcold when :we found' it, and there ,were each taking hi s own course Robinson had blun-evidences that the Indians had not been gone dered upon _pur camp after .riding all night. more than an hour. Custer was at this time hopeful of making Of the two who stampeded and got clear, peace withthe redskins, and the camp at the forks went to the northeast and the other to the north:. t would be permanent at least a fortnight. It was west. Robinson had held due north, and thuii with this undl:)rstanding of the situation that I reached our camp, although he was ruit aware of set -out with Robinson, after he had had an its location. .., day;;" rest, .. hunt up his stampeded.. companions W c t!,)ok up trail .of the one going to the; arid bting them in. .Jlor.theast, believing that he -was in the. -greatest, We le.ft camp jus t after-dark;hoth of11s heavily. danger. Ha w,ent at a wild pace..for..at least ten. armed, and rode stl'.'aight to thewest. As I had miles, .never seeming to have looked back and never seen .Robinson _umier fire, J .. was more discovered that pursuit had been abandoned oi: xiou s tha1' u one of .my fellow-scouts had been to have turned to the right or the left, to throw with me, but in the course of a couple of hC!urs I the redskins off his route after' darkness came. made up iny mind that_ he.had plenty of nerve anq It .took us thre e hours to cover the distance he co.uhl be depended on As near .as he could jud_ge, rode in one, and we expected to see Indians at any his party was thirj;y miles. west.of the forks when moment. About twelve miles from the spot where stampeointed would have beeJ;l found lying beside the carcass. in thinking we would be surpri sed . As it was, I reasoned that he had been captured It was fully tw minutes before ,i chief ro()e : unhurt a nd taken away a prisoner. forward :ind said 'How"how," and hi;S.,;> The trail of 'the Indians led to the north, as if hand to me, and as he did so the whole making for the south fork of the Platte River, and closed in I am so unfortunate as to be marked we followed it at a cautious pace. At end of on the left temple with that birthmark known.s five miles we came to the spot where tl)e band had a white satin, the spot being as large as a silvtfr1 fo1 the night. dollar. '9.rl.: ,_

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PLUCK AND LUCK 29 -, My hat was well up and my hair back as the 1 was invulnerable. They further reasoned t hat chief came up-, and the instant he noticed the mark I lost my speech at the same time, and was there he let go my hand and said something t<;> those fore an object of' veneration. crowdipg up. Pretty soon. pus hed m and I was in nowise hampered or re stricted, but I touched my face, perhaps thmking the mark to be found shelter as so on as poss ible, and was soon a wound or sore. Others did the same,_ and when asleP,p. I wanted to do something for poor Robinthey found that it was a part of the skm they exs on, but jus t how to do it I could not figure. The pressed much wonder and reverence. treatment accorded him during the day did not While I had served as a s cout only a few augur well for the feature. I knew considerable of Indian character, When morning came again J had a hearty break and was not long in that I had made a fast, and then two old men, armed with only bow s hit. While no violence was offered us, we were and arrows, took me down the about a mile disarmed, and our horses were led behind the and then sat down on the grass. ponies of the Indians, a s we moved off to the. It was an hour or two b efore I could make out east. We traveled until about before the signi ficance of the move, but I then heard halting, and then reached an Indian village on sounds from the direction of the camp which sat.is-Soldier Creek. tied me that Robinson was being .PUt to torture. 'As we descended from our horses, Robin s on One of my guards soon left for the village, and was led off by two warriors, while I was conducted an hour later the other suddenly rO!le' and, withto the wigwam of Red Trail, a sub-chief, in com-out a word, walked away in the same direction. mand during Pawnee-Killer's absence. I had been Unable to make up my mind what to do, I re busy planning during the ride, and had made up mained where I was during the entire day. my mind to pretend to be without the power of__ In later years I learned from one of the warriors of the fate of Robinson. His tortures lasted I found opp vrtunity to whi sper to Robinson to nine long hours. He first ran the gauntlet. Then {>Ursue the same policy, but unfortunately he had he was tied to a and every form of mutilnot the nerve to carry out the idea. The fact of ation which the fiends could invent was practised \.jljs being captured broke him all up. The recol-on his poor body. lection of what Mclfenry must have suffered un:rt was with great -animation that my informant strung his nerves, and I heard him begging and related how the poor fellow begged and cried .and entreatinit as he was ca:i:ried away. wonderful vitality he had-how -'.Red Trail closely examined the mar on my he could have been preserved an hour or two face and was as. much mystified as the-others:L lo ,ngei had not everybody grown tired of the -still' had a power of reserve. Having served sport. It was Pawnee-Killer himseif, fresh from through the war in the navy, it was but signing a treaty of peace, who exhibited the most that I should carry a saHor's passport; On myteft fiendish spirit, arin was a tattoo, representing an anchor. I had a much clo ser call than.1 knew. The two ,This was s een a s two warriors stripped my old men who took me out doubted that'i was what buekskin shirt off, to loo k for further marks. Not the others took me for. They had arrows made on ah Indian in that camp had ever seen anything purnose to kill witches and keep off bed spirits, like the mark, and when the examinatio11 had and they were to take me off and s ee if those arbeen completed I felt sure that I was looked upon rows would kill me. with a\ve and mystery, if not veneration. I was rn going down the creek one of them came conducted to a tepee and motioned to turn in, near step.ping on a rattles nake, and this was taken and had every reason to congratulate myself on as a :;ign that they mu s t not s hoot. When they the plan I had pursued. I had made .signs that returned to the village and reported, it.was hoped "1 could not talk, and the information had been that I would go away, and therefore no one came accepted near me. Next morning Pawnee-Killer arrived in the vil'As night fell I started off to the west, expecting }age. He had surrender his tribe go every moment tobe overhauled, putting in a good oh a reservation, but 1t wabold-faced lymg on twenty mile s before daylight, and was picked up his' part. His very fir s t move was to order the by a scoutin g party of cavalry just before noon . village to pack up and move back about twe:;ity It was about three months afte r my escape bemilei:. fore' the. Indians learned that I was a Government This consumed the .entire day. As we w ere scout, and that they. had b e en duped Red Trail ready to start l received my horse to ride, and my an_tl Pawnee-Killer then offered five poniP.s each to hands and leg-s were left entire ly free. I saw the warr.io1 who should bring in my simlp, and Robinson brought out, and he was loaded down for the next year I was perhaps "wanted" more with kettles. and led by a rope. At; no time during than any other man on the plain s the day was he near to exchaJJge a word, It was a curious turn of affairs, that, while Red but on several occasions I s aw him kicked and Trail had no less than five of his best warriors beaten by the sq uaws and boy s out on an expedition after me, I crept into hi s > -It was nine in the evening b efore I was taken c:imp one night and secured-his" own scalp-lock, in.the of Pawnee-Killer. He s eemed to rifle, and pony-and got acceptec the belief of the others, and in less 'Jia.n a quarter of an hour waved me out of hi.!l wigwam. . ;J may state here what I learned two or three years after. It was the belief of the.Indians that been struck.by lightning as I slept, and that the ftuid had left the two marks to prove -that ..... Mother-I am afraid that young man who comes to s ee vou often is just a triffe fast. Daugh ter-Impossible mammal He comes from Phila delph1a.

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3-0 PLUCK AND LUCK CURRENT NEWS IlRIT AIN TO WELCOME AMERICAN TOURISTS American tourists visiting Britain this Summer Nill receive a warmer w e lc ome than ever from the average Englishman. the result of aplications connected with t he "Come to Britain" mov ement with regard to Americans the British r ailway companies have decided to reduce the fares for tours by 25 per cent. CHAMPION HEN DEAD; ROOSTERS ALL MOURN Perdue's proud roosters are wearing their flying c omb s at half mast and their feathered mates are d rooping v..ith sorrow because of the passing of o ne of the greatest bird relatives-Lady Purduechampion long distance egg layer of the world, who s uccumbed to the infirmities of old age at the PJirdue poultry farm. Lady Purdue, almost eleven years old, set a laying record which has never been equaled, 1,421 e ggs. 21 KITES CARRY BOY IN 200-FOOT-FLIGHT An eighty-nine-pound boy was recently carried thirty feet skyward by twenty-one kites and sail e d a distance of 200 feet in Providence, R. I., be fore a crowd of 12,000 spectators at the first kite tlying tournament staged in the East. The young kite aeronaut is Samuel Perkins, Jr., twel've, of Seven Hills, Mass. Seventeen Eddy kites and four six-foot United States Navy model man lifters were used in the flight. MESSAGE IN BOTTLE TRAVELS TO ISLANDS A bottle thrown into a creek in Southern Illi nois eight years ago has been found on the coast nf the PhiliP,pine Islands, according to informati on received in Milton Junction, Wis. The bot!le contained the name of Miss Leona Smith, with her address, and was thrown into the creek at Carnia, Ill. Miss Smtih had word from :>. soldier in the Pacific islands that he picked up he bottle on the seashore there December 29, 1926. GIRL FIGHTING OFF CATALEPSY OF YEAR Dori s Hutton, from London, the Chilwell girl who lay in a trancfl for more than a year, is mak ing progres s toward recovery. She has entirely recovered her sight, is able to write her hearing is normal, but she has not re g ained htir powe1 of speech. teed s herself t0 a certain extent with spe ;3;;g prepared food. Muscular contraction, due to lying so long in one position, is yielding to treatment. PARIS CLOCKS TO BE RUN BY ELECTRIC POWER NOW clocks that have given Parisians the wrong time for forty years are being electrified. 'i.'h.cse pneumatic street clocks seldom registered. u.like and are blamed in large measure for giving Paris the reputatio n of not having any two clocks that t e ll the same time. The pneumatic clock s operate d by compressed working at midnight upon the ex piration of a forty-year contract with a p1ivate comp any. Electric m echanis m s are ready for tham and wh e n cables are laid in the street the ...... cl o ck s of Paris will be regulated from the famous Ob servatoire, which fix es time for France and its colonie s NON-SMOKERS ORGANIZE SOCIETY IN ENGLAND TO PROTECT RIGHTS Nonsrr,wkers b e lieve they haven't a chance in England, and they don't like it. They have formed the National Society of Non-Smok-er s and have adopted a bad.e:e which all m ember s are urged to wear as a warning to railway officials cafe and theater proprietors "We shan't apr.ea! to the 1 e aguc' of Nations as an 'oppresse d min_orit y,' .declared a prominent m ember o } the society. "We are not a minority. We non-smokers make up at least two-thirds of the populatio n of the Britis h I s les, but we are J treated by the railways, cinemas, cafes and thea' ters as if we did n o t exist." Men and women alike are very generally ignor ii:tg "No Smoking" signs in England. Music halls, cmemas and even many of the first-class legiti theaters permit pipes, cigars and cigarettes alike. But the non-smokers are now preparing a of hotels and restaurants which forbid smokmg. The society is also making an indignant protest against the growth of the smoking habit among clergymen. PLASTIC PAINT IS A PRACTICAL SOLU TION FOR WALL FINISHES If you are building a new house and are in a quandary about how to finish it, remember the age-old that in texture and lie true < a_nd lastmg beauty. Yo.ur will, very hkely. lead you to a consideration of plastic paints and if you pursue your inquiry you will find that this material far exceeds your demand for beauty of color, for charm of texture and for the expression of your personality. Not only can you c:ipy exactly the textures of the old masters by means of plastic paint, but also you can remoduce the rare building stone textures with ab s olute fidelity; again, you may enter the realm of the original. If your .h,ouse is an one Y?U may summon pla s tic pamt to .your aid by either making it younger or older m appearance as you wish you car.. disguise defectiv.e plaster; you can woodwol"k or glass; m fact, you can coat any surface. The base of this plastic paint is a white powder composed of mica, casein clay and ammonia! It 1s mixed in hot water until it arrives at thch 1 cons.istency of a neavy paste. It is applied with a. brush and is spread out to any deJ sued thickness. It is then stippled, or swirled, textured. ;n

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PLU:CK AND LUCK 31 TIMELY TOPICS UNION PROTESTS HAIR CUTTING BY the fleshy parts of his arm without losing a drop FIREMEN of blood. The secretary of the local Master Barbers' A sSmith claims he can stop his pulse, or draw sociation in Detroit, Mich., has filed a protest with any membe1 at will.. the blood the fire commissioner because city fir emen are. is absen, and .the flesh pale_ white, he mserts and -cutting <>ach other's hair without licenses. removes the pm,, ana needle s Physicians express the belief the vouth is one of those rwre and abnormal people who possess the ability to control involuntary functions, and that .through this unique faculty he actually doe s STEAM AIRPLANES PLANNED IN FRANCE British aviation experts.are wondering whether. steam airplanes may not be the n ex t great advance in the problem of flight. A close watch is being kept on experiments in France where Robart, a French inventor, tfl have invented a light-weight steamengine plant suitable for use in airplanes. OUT !fiine has come for men to wear violet, blue or plum colored d _inner jackets-frequently-in the v.iew of Eugene Ma1san, contender for Andre de Fouquiere's "title" of masculine fashion dictator of Paris, : The dress suit has had its day, in Marsan's opinion, and should be replaced by the d inner jadcet, he des.cribes as a .handso me and' comfortable thing if W\Jrn in "proper" C'Olors. halt the flow of blood. PIRATES INVADE MEN'S STYLE ROW Pirates have invaded Savile Row, the Mecca of the well-drei;:sed Londoner. The intrude.rs s.titch a Savile Row label into a cheaply-made suit and di s pose of tpeir output to shops whjch charge a premium under_ the pretense that it is actually a cast-off of some wealthy individual. The Prince of Wales and Prince Henry and others of the nobility are 1 among the Row's cu s tomers. .The chief pretext, as set forth in the display window s of th':l second-hand shops, isthis: "This suit. was .not required by His Lordship ,who has gone into mourning." RAGE DETERMINED BY HAIR VENICE BUILDS BRIDGE IN HONOR OF Htlman hair betrays race, nationalities, sE'x SOLDIERS .anci. probably age, the American Anthropological Already a city of many bridges over h e r li>O A ssociatio n of thE' Central United States wasinC?-n_als, ,Venice is to have another bri_dg e of noble formed at !ts ?innual meeting in Chicago, Ill., by des1g-n m memory of her fallen soldiers M. R. Bernstem, of New York City, a student at Two iro11 brid_ges across the Grand Canal have the University of Chicago, who has concluded de been condemned on artistic grounds. These are tailed experiments with hair of all colors and near the station and academy. The academy one, grades. it has been decided, is to be replaced by a graceful An Irishman's hair. for instance, has different stone bridge ac; a war memorial. weight than an Italian's, and an old Iris11man's BOSTON PLANS STUDY OF TRAFFIC CHANGES The fir s t scie ntific attempt to unsc yamble one of the most comj)Jicated and difficult traffic probems in the United States is soo n to get under way ii;). Boston, where the city council appropriated $25,000 for a comprehensive traffic survey of the metropolitan area under the direction ef Albert Russe l Erskine Bureau for Street Traffic Re.search. The of street traffic has for the pas t several years been one of the mo s t s eriou s municipal proble m s in B osto n, where sctl.ution of the traffic problem i s considered to be particularly difficult because of the city's notorious ly narrow and crookf'd streets. POWER TO CONTROL BLOOD MAKES PIN CUSHION OF BOY 'Vatren Smith, seventeen, says he is a "human pincui;:hion." A little while ago the youth di s covered he could thrust pins and needle s through his cheeks, arms Jegs and other portions of his body with harm and with little or no bleeding. -He began to prac tfce with sharp pointed instruments and blo od cqntrol until recently he i s able to thrust a darning needle through his cheeks or a pin through hair, Mr. Bernstein said he believ ed, would sho w a definite difference from a young Irishman's This discoverv has considerable importance 'in the realm of physical anthropology, Mr. Bernstein s aid, inasmuch as researchers may now have hair t o work upon a s we J as skulls 1,200 BLIND FRENCl;{MAN PROFESSIONAL MUSICIANS Twe lve hundred blind persons earn their living as musicians in France, and among them are pl ayers of note. These blind musicians W<)re educated in the National Institution for the Young Blind. They were taught to play for distraction, but Valentin Hauy, their leacler, s howed them how music might them inde.pendent. Eight organis t s of large Paris churches including Notre Dam<-, are blind. There are among these several compo sers and many conductors o f small orchestras The o ld theory that the blind have a p eculiar for mus ic, say directors of the sc hool, has not been pro ved by their experience, but they have found that the blind do well in music, prob--ably becaus e they are able to concentrate and be cause their misfortune spurs them to unusual efforts.

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PLUCK AND LUCK Latest Issues 1459 From Poor House to Palace; or, A Young MilUonaire for a Year. 1460 Afloat with Captain Kidd; or, A Boy Among the Pirates. 1461 Mv Brother Jack; or, :rhe Lazy One of Jhe Family. -1462 The Bov Cliff Dwellers; or, The Mystery of the Enchanted Mountain. 1463 Walt Whitney, the Boy Lawyer of New York. 1464 Old Ninety-Four, the Boy Engineer's Pride. 1465 The Timberdale Twins; or, The Boy Cham pion Skaters of Heron Lake. 1466 The Boy From Tombstone; or, The Boss of a "Bad" Town. 1467 Rob Rollstone; or, The Boy Gold Hunters of the Philippines. 1468 Driven Into the Street; or, The Fate of An Outcast Boy. 1469 Across the Pacific in a Dory; or, Two Boys' Trip to China. 1470 Young Cadmus; or, The Adventures of La fayette's Champion. 1471 The Boy Sheriff; or, The House That Stood en the Line. 1472 The Little Red Fox; or, The Riders of W exfo1d. 1473 Dick, the Half-Breed; or, The Trail cf the Indian Chief. 1474 Nihilist's Son; or, 'l'he Spy of the TMrd Section. 1475 The Star Athletic Club; or, The Champions of the Rival Schools. 1476 The Aberdeen Athletics; or, The Boy Cham pions of the Century 1477 Left on Treasure Island; or, The Boy Who Was Forgotten. 1478 Toney, the Boy Clown; or, Across the Con tinent With a Circu s 1479 The White Nine; or, The Race for the Oak ville Pennant. 1480 The Discarded Son; or, The Curse of Drink. 1481 Molly, the Moonlighter; or, Out on the Hills of Ireland. 1482 A Young Monte Cristo; or, Back to the World for Vengeance. 1483 Wrecked in An Unknown Sea; or, Cast Ou a Mysterious Island. 1484 Hal Hart of Harvard; or, College Life at Cambridge. 1485 Young Douglas; or, The Prisoner of the Isle. 1486 His Own Master; or, In Business for Him---. self. 1487 The Lost or. The City of Skulls, 1488 Holding His Own; or, The Brave Fight of Bob Carter. 1489 The Young Mounted Policeman. (A Story of New York City.) ... 1490 Cantain Thunder; or, The Boy Treasure Hunters of Robbers' Reef. 1491 Across the Continent in a Wagon. (A Tale cf Adventure.) 1492 Six Years in Siberia; or, 2000 Miles in Search of a Name. 1493 The Slave King; or, Figilting the Despoiler of the Ocean. 1494 The Man in the Iron Cage; or, "Which Was the Boy?" 1495 With Stanley On His Last Trip; or, Emin Pasha's Rescue. 1496 Appointed i:o West Point; or, Fighting His Own Way. 1497 The Black Magician and His Invisible Pupil. 1498 In the Phantom City; or, The Adventure!'I of Dick Daunt. 1499 Tne Mad Marcon; or, The Boy Castaways of the Malay Islands. 1500 Little Red Cloud, the Boy Indian ltiOl Nobody's Son; or, The Strange Fortunes of a Smart Boy. 1502 Shore Line Sam, the Young Southern En gineer; or, Railroading in War Times. 1503 The Gold Queen; or, Two Yankee Boys in Never Never Land. 1504 A Poor Irish Boy; or, Fighting His Own Way. 1505 Big Bone Island; or, Lost in the Wilds of Siberia. 1506 Rolly, Rock; er, Chasing the Mountain Bandits. 1507 His Last Chance; or, Uncle Dick's For tune. 1508 Dick Dareall; or The Boy Blockade Runner, 1509 The Rival Wines; or, The Boy Champions of the Reds and Grays. For sale by all newsdealers, or will be sent to any add1 ess on receipt of prict!, 8 cents per copy, in money or postage 'stamps. WESTBURY P U B LISHING C O. I n c 140 Cedar Street, Ne w Yor k C i t y


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