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KLY PUBLICATJON TO 130RDER HI 5TORY hsued Weekly By Subscription $2.50 per year. Entered as Second Class il!Jatter at New York Pvst Office by STREET & tiMITH, 238 Wz1Ham St., N. Y No .J6. Price, Five Cents. "SIX SHOOTER SAM, I BROUOIIT THAT COFFIN FOR youi" SAID TEE BRAVO IN BLACK. S TERNLY, WHILE BUFFALO BILL AND WILD BILL WATCHED TBE STRANGE SCENE -(CHAPTER


IsStUd Weekly. By SufJscriptitm $2,so per year. Entered as Second Matter at tlu! N. Y. Pvst Office, by STREET & SMITH, 23.S Wl'llio111 St., Y. Etitered accortii"K to A ct of O mg-r ess in tire year rqo2, in the Offic e of the Librarian of Con1ri-e'ss, H/ashinglor.. D C N o 36. NEW YORK, January 18, 1902. Pri::i Five Cents. BUff ALO BILL' S VICTORlt:S. By the: a uthor of "BUFFALO BILL." CHAPTER r8o. A WOMAN'S WARNING. It was a time of terror in the Wild 'vVest land The worst element of mining camp overland trail and settlement held sway, with road-agents and hos tile redskins more than doing their share in the devil try, and only a limi te d number of honest me. n an\l soldiers at the military post to put down the evil, or to check the growing 15}.wlessness. And in this wild land, and amid these wilder scenes, Buffalo Bill-William F Cody-army scout, guide, buckskin and tf1e worst foe of desperadoes and outlawry, held a power that the good upheld and the wicked feared. In touch wit h him in his deadly; dangerous and Y :iluable work were such men as Vvild Bill, Texas Jack and other heroes of the plains, along with others of lesser fame. \i\Tith thi s introduction of the scenes of action I will now introduce an overland stage, making its I"' westward run along the trail of deadly danger leading to Fort Keo, in the good old days of frontier life, thirty years ago. "What is it, driver?" and heads peered out of the windows of the coach on each side, as one of the passengers asked the question. The coach was a large one, roomy and comfortable; the passengers were six in number, and the driver was a veritable king of the r-eins, for n o better man ever held the ribbons over a Rocky Mountain stage team, and he had won, from his wonderful night drives through clangers, the name of Old Owl Eyes, though he wrote himself down on the stage books as Kit Keene, which his pards immediately transposed into Keen Kit. The coach had reached a part of the trail which descended into a valley, where was a swift-flowing stream, bridged with a rude structure, that looked very shaky to cross by day, and doubly so at night. The bridge was the dread of all drivers on the overland who had ever been compelled to c ross it,


2 THE BUFF J\LO B ILL STOR I ES. not only on account of the perilous undertaking, but because right here had more deeds of red devi ltry b een committed than anywhere else upon the l i ne. U p o n

THE BUFF J\LO BILL STORIE S 3 "Don't you see them letters o' fire?" "Nonsense! It is written with phosphorus, and, if the moonlight fell upon the rock, it could not be seen, as in the dark." "It is a warning in letters of fire, cap'n. "Well, Keen, I've got to go through, so, if you wish to camp from fear of danger ahead, do so, and I'll take one of your leaders and go on," said the captain, impatiently. "No, cap'n, don't do that, but git upon the box with me for I know's yer wu'th, and we'll drive through." "All right, Kit. "But not on this trail." "vVhat do you mean?" "I'll go by the Devil's Trail, cap'n." "Kit." "Yas, captain." "If any other man than you suggested going by that wild trail. I'd set him down as a fool." "I drove it once, cap'n." "I heard so, to escape a fre shet down the canyon, and saved the lives of all in doing it." "I'll go that way, cap'n." "It is as dangerous as risking this trail, Kit." 'No, cap'n; it s sure death in the v a lley, but big chances going round by the Devil's Trail, and shorter, too." "Yes; but go ahead, for I am \Ni th Y.<;m, go which way you may," and the captain leaped up to the box, and, turning his horses around, Keen Kit started back on the trail to where he vvould have to take the terrible road known as the Devil's Trail. CHAPTER 18r. BUFFALO BILL TAKES A HAND. "You sent for me Colonel Roy?" and Buffalo Bill entered the headquarters of the commandant of Fort Keo, where he was serving as chief of scouts. "Yes,. Cody, for I am anxious to place in your hands the solving of a frontier mys t ery, and also the bringing to justice of the lawless band known as the Toil-Takers of the Tra il," answered Colonel Roy. "I am at your command, colonel, for any duty you may wis h me to perform," answered the scout. "I am always sure of that, Cody and know that 1 can count upon you. "I am sorry to send you away upon a miss ion of desperate risk, I may say, but I have confiden ce in your coolness, judgment and skill, and believe you, of all men, can do what I wish done. "Sit down for Captain Taylor will be here in a minutes, and I wish you to hear his story." ''.lle has just returned from Salt Lake, sir, I be lieve." "Yes, and has a strange story to tell, which urged me to no longer delay"in sending you upon the duty I have in mind. "Captain Taylor is anxious to go himself. but I cannot spare him just now, so you must pick your own comrades for the work. ''If any officer other than Taylor told me what he did, I would be a little doubtful; btit, as you know, Taylor is no man to be frightened, and is cool as an icicle under all circumstances-ah! here he is now." Just then entered a tall, slenderly-formed man, in the undress uniform of a captain of cavalry. It was the same officer who had sprung from Keen Kit's coach on the Overland Trail when the Woman in Black barred the way. He saluted the commandant politely, shook hands with Cody and remarked: "Glad to see you, Bill. I dropped in to see you last night, but was told you were away on a scout." : Yes, captain, I got back at dawn, and was glad to hear of your return, for we missed you over in our quarters," returned the scout. "Taylor, I sent for Cody, after our talk this morn ing, for I have decided that he is the best man to send upon this mission." "By long odds the best, colonel." "\Vell, let Cody know of your adventure, and then I will tell him what I wish him to do." "It is a long tale, Bill, but it is a strange one. You know Keen Kit, I believe?" "Old Owl Eyes of the Overland, sir?" "Yes." "I know him well, sir, and he is the king of drivers, while he the courage of a grizzly bear." "You are right. I went \!Vest on Kit's hearse, as they call the coaches, and returned witl-. him also. "I was behind-hand on sleep going out, so was taking a nap inside the coach when two shots awak ened me. "I discovered that Kit was in a skirmish with roaclagents, and so I went to his aid. "There were but three of them, and 0ne got away,


'l"HE BUff f\LO BILL STORIESo the othe r two remainingfor reas ons unnecessary to state. ''Kit informcl me t'ha': as there were but three, he concluded to fight when they held him up, and thought it not worth while to waken me. "This showed me my man, and so I arranged to catch bis coach coming back. "I had ridden on the box the night and day be fore, to escape bein g talke d to death b y a Jew, an Irishman and an Englishman talking American poli tics so the next night left the box for a few hours' sleep inside. "I w as awakened by voices, and found that Kit had drawn rein s o, a s I heard some one say there wa s a woman in the Hail ahead I got ont." The captain then told of the adventure with the \Voman in Black and Buffalo Bill remarked: "They call her the Shadow of the Overland." "Yes, s o I heard; bnt a fter that warning, written with punk upon the rocks Kit would not go on, but decided to take a breaknec k trail known as the Dev il's Trail. "I have hearcl of it sir." Yes, and Kit had driven over it once; but that any wheeled vehicle could go that way I would never have believed had I not been there to se e for myself. "VVhy, at two places we had to unhitch the taarn, and with ropes let the ceach do\\'n the steep hillyes, and hold back on the hors e s too, a s they w e nt down, to prevent their breaking their necks. "Kit m a de the Englishman, the Jew and the Irishman do the most vvork by scaring them with stories of soon being pursued and murdered by the TollTakers, so I had m y revenge for my sleepless night and day. "It took us three hours to go s ev en mile s and I'll give Kit Keene a p rize a s tl : e best driver I ev e r saw handle the reins. "V{ e cut off about eight miles by the turnpike, and did not go through the valley where that arch-outlaw they call l VIephisto a nd twenty 0 his band of cutthroats were l ying in wait for u s "That Kit carried a treasure-box aboard, and I had considerable government money along, will prove that '"e made a fortunate escape while, had we resisted not one of u s would ha v e been spared by the red-handed fiend s ." "You said that the western-bound coach met the same band, captain?" "Yes, colonel. Mephisto waited for us until dawn, and, enraged at finding from a scout that we had turned on the ridge and gone by the Devil's Trail, he shot the driver of the westbound coach and two pas sengers, as the pony express messenger who passed us on the trail the next <;fay told us." "Now, Cody, you have heard the captain' s story?" Yes, sir." "What do you think of thi s vVornan in Black?" "She i s a mystery, colonel. "She certainly is. "Do y ou think, Bill, she is in any way connected with Mephisto and his Toll -Takers?" asked Captain Tay lor. ''Il would s eem so, sir, for she knew of the ambush prepared for you.". "Yes, and warned us.". \Vell, Co(ey, it is my wis h t o h av e yo u sol v e the mystery about this woman. "If she is guilty of being i11 league with the TollTakers, I will pardon her, in that she has thrice w arned Kit Keene of danger. "But I wish you to s ee if you cannot find her out, and a lso discover ju s t h o w and when this villain, Mephisto, and his band can be brought to the gal lo w s "Thes e outlav vs have been holdin g a high hand of late, ani.l a s just now the Indians are quiet, I wish you to go upon this special duty. " I will go, colonel, whenever you. deem best. "Take your time in preparing for the work, for you must go wholly prepared. "I will allow you a detail of a sergeant and as many men as you need wi t h those o f your scouts you "vish to take with you. "Thank you, Colonel Roy, but I think it hardly wise to let the Toll-Takers know that we are on the search for them. "I have a friend here now and no better ally can I a sk. \"T\T e will go together. "I belie v e you a re ri ght, Cody in not taking a force 'vith you. But who is your friend? ''Wild Bill, sir ''The very man, and you two can acc o mpli s h won ders, said the colonel, with enthusiasm. Buffalo Bill knew his man, and there was none better on tl}e frontier for an y game of life and death, with chances in favor of death, than was Wild Bill. The two "Bills," as they were called, were devoted


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES 5 pards, had been on a hundred desperate trails together, were men without fear, giants in strength, dead shots, true as steel, and each knew that he could depend on the other as he could upon himself. Two days after Buffalo Bill's talk with Colonel Roy, and hearing what Captain Taylor had to report of the 'vVoman in Black, Buffalo Bill and his pare.I were upon the trail together, armed and equipped for the work to be done. They had arranged their plans carefully, and were on their way to what was known as one of the worst mining settlements in borderland, and which was filled with a number of characters whose match could not have been found the world over. That settlement was kno1Yn as "Hallelujah City," and, strange to relate; the only females there were young, handsome women, refined and educated; the one the keeper of populated tavern of the place, the other the head of a gambling saloon, yet both wielding wonderful power over the rough character s about them. The place centered upon the ruins of an old fort, and just there in the. old-time military headquarters, oYerlooking a grand Yiew of mountain, valley and river scenery, had been established the tavern of '"Kates Kitchen." with the Overland stage stables near. the pony express riders' quarters, and not far away the "Queen of Hearts' Saloon," while the stores and cabins of the people were scattered on the slopes of the mountain. The .tavern was an eating-house, with a wing on either side, where v.:ere the rooms of those who lodged there through force of circumstances. Along the front was a piazza, so-called, though it was a shed roof and had earth for Aooring. Here were benches for loungers, and they 1Yere generally occupied. There was a small second floor containing a few choice rooms over one 11i11g, and here the landlady had her quarters. "Lady Kate., was this hostess' name, and that she was a lady horn and bred there could be eo doubt. She had come to the tavern in male attire one night, two years before, and had asked to see the landlord-Frank Fenwick, a gambler. and a clashing fellow. Not known to be a woman, she had gone up to the landlord's room, and, soon after, a shot was heard, and those who ran to the room found Fenwick dead upon the floor. To the amazed crowd the pretended boy said: "I am a woman. That man wronged me beyond for giveness, and I tracked him here. I was his wife. Do with me as you will, for I am ready to face death!" The miners stood aghast, until one said: "If you is satisfied, miss, we is, and as you was Frank's wife, jist take the taverq for yer own and run it to suit yerself ." The woman was beautiful in face and form, and it was not strange that the rude men before her bowed down in admiration to her. Fenwick was buried that afternoon and the next day Kate Fenwick took charge. Thereafter the hotel be came known as Kate's Kitchen, and no one ever went hungry from its doors. She took Fenwick's two rooms. and obs ervers were wont to say that she often was seen standing at the win dow gazing down upon the little cemetery a half-mile away on the river bank where was the grave of her husband. Some said that Fen wick had kill e d himself at sight of his wife, and others that she had s hot him ; but, certain it was that s he was never asked for the truth of the affair. She dressed well, had severa l good saddle horses in the stable and was a superb rider, while about her \.vaist was ah1ays strapped a belt of arms, and, as she was known to be a dead shot, no miner or camp ruffian had been tempted thu s far to force her to use her weapons. The only other female in Hallelujah City was, by a strange coincidence. a beautiful one, and also the pro prietress of an establishment equally as popular as was Kate's Kitchen. This was the Queen of Hearts Saloon, which had been opened by a gambler, who had arrived at the camps one day. and at once had the s hanty erected in w11ich he combined gambling tables and a bar Soon after his arrival h e built a house for himself on th e hill 9ehind the tavern. and, to the surprise of all, the coach one day set down at Kate 's Kitchen a young girl whom Gambler Gray met and introduced to Kate Fenwick as his wife. On Sunday night. some weeks after her arrival, as Gray was g0ing home from his saloon, carrying a large sum of money with him, he was shot down and robbed; but he managed to reach his home and tell his story, an

6 THE BUFF J\LO Blll STORIES. O ften w e re they together, and the respect shown them w as mark ed The mien of Hallelujah City, stor ekeepers overland hange rs-on, camp idler s and miner s were not a community to be proud of. G ambling was the principal amusement, with drinking and life-taking a s s ide s h ows The mines panned out well, gold dust circulated freel y and the camps could b oast, a ll told some s ix hundred souls sca tt e red about within a radius of half-a-dozen mile s The re were Americans, M e xican s and half-breed s from Californ i a and New Me x i c o, a f e w Indian s a score o f Chin ese a11d an equ a l number of negroes, and among th e first named were repre sentatives from ever y State and T e rritor.y in the Union. With such a mixture it is not to be wondered at that Devil's Den would be a far more appropriate name for the s e ttl ement than was that o f Hallelujah Cit y That, too 1 there was a villian to e very honest man in the community g o es without s a y i ng, and thi s same d es p e rado element made its elf f e lt on all occasion s It w a s while on trail to thi s mining settlement, t o begin their work of solving a mystery, that Buffalo B ill and Wild Bill heard two shots, and w hich at once put them upon their guard, for it se e med that they had b e en fired from the hills. They were in a canyon nothing more than a vall ey with lofty ranges rising upon e ither side and a dange r ous s pot to be caught in for a foe who wish e d to ambus h the m. CHAPT E R 182. "TH E T H REE BILLS." That the scouts w e re in a dange rous locality they well knew and though they had not h e ard t he whiz of bullets near th e m p e r c eiving th e t w o sh o ts, the y y e t c o uld n o t be b u t m ost cauti o u s and o n th e ir guard again s t a surpnse. "We were not thei r game. I guess, Bill, b e caus e n o man could fire s o wild a s th a t. r emarke d Buffalo Bill composed l y f 'No. yonder i s where th e sho ts cam e from full y halfa -mile away," and Wild Bill point e d up the mountain furth e r down th e valley wher e two little whit e clouds of smo ke w e re floating awa y fr o m a rock y s pur almost hid den in pines. "There i s a cabin there too, he added ; "but what were th e y shoot i n g at?" And Cody had alr e ady leveled a p o w e rful field-gl ass he swung to his b e lt at the sp o t indicated by his comrade. "Don't know, Buffalo Bill; but if the shots were at us we will know the reason; so come on for I am going visiting." "Up to the cabin?" "Yes." "I am with you, Bill, for I am curious about those shots." And the two scouts rode on down the valley. Just a hundred yards from where they halted was a group of boulders, with a f e w stunted pines scattered about among them. Here the two Bills suddenly drew rein, for behind a large rock lay two men-two bodies, rather-whose p o sitions were strange ones indicating how suddenly they had died, for both were dead. Upon the top of the rock, which was some six feet in height, and sloped off to th e ground, was the branch of a pine tree, which conceal e d the heads of the two men whose rifles covered every person coming down the vall e y trail, as Buffalo Bill and Wild Bill had been The men la y flat upon the roc k, and their arms restin g up o n the summit, and their rifl e s in their grasp, the fing e r of one actually on the trigger guard. Jheir faces were now pre s s e d close to the rock, and in the back of the head of each was a bullet-hole from which the warm life-<:urrent was jus t b eginning to flow. The men >vere clad in buc kskin, were all armed, w o r e t o p-boots, and their slou c h hats w e r e near them on the rocks "Those fellows were n o t bad shots, after all, Buffalo Bill for they brought down the ir game Wild Bill obs erved Y es, and just in t ime to b e the game of these two g e ntl e men." Ah! you think the y were in ambush for us ? "Don't y ou see that they were, Bill? " I h a d not thought of that.' ' 'The n look at their faces and see i f t h e y were not two of th e Toll-Taker' s gang." B y the Rockies, but you are right, Buffalo Bill! They hav e been trailing u s until the y kne w where we were g o ing, and then s witch e d round ahead and ambushe d u s " l t was a close call for us, Buffalo Bill, for I c o qf ess I didn t expect trouble here. I and the y would have struck us sure, if-'' "Thos e who fired thos e s h ots had not been mighty qui c k. "Yes, and dead shots as well. "But could they have come from the hill yonder?" ''Where else?" Correct! But it was a long range and dead-center shooting."


THE BUFF J\LO Bl _LL S TOH I ES. 7 "A;-id men killed to save_, i1s?" "That's what we must find out-Ah! there are the .. horses the gentlemen on!" The two scout pards rode forwa r d to where they had discovered two horses hitched to a small pinetree. .. '.fhe ai:iimals were . fastened so that they <:ould be has tily unhitched, if need came for it, and their appearance indicated that they had b een hard ridden. The. trail of the. horses frorn down the valley., and .. had from the n}ini_ng three miles or through a canyori' that cut through_ the right-hand range beyond _the spur from whence had come the two shots. '.'We'll leave them here, Buffalo Bill, while we go up yonder and investigate.'" "Yes, Bill," and the scouts branched off from the trail and soon after began to ascend 'the mountainside toward the" rocky sp'ln'. . way they had to go made the distance about three-quarters of a n1ile, but when nearing the spur they got into a trail and readily followed it to the summit. As they neared the point tbey beheid, half-hidden among the boulders and pines, a srn:all log cabin, with a shed behind it. The trail led to the rear of the cabin, and both Bills rode along with thei1' rifles ready for instant use. a hundred feet from tlie cabin, on a grass-plat, \Yas staked out a large, long-bodied, jet-black horse that eyed tl1e intruders curiously. Tlhen came the sharp bark of a dog, which, ho\vevcr, was at onceby the, stern tones of a man. :!\'"earing the cabin, a horse \Yas seen standing by the open door of the shed saddled and brid l ed. The anii:nal was a match for the one staked out, and also was as black as ink, while saddle and bridle_ of trhe Mexicn pattern. A dog stood at the coriier of the cabin, and his eyes were upon the s couts, while his look was vicious as that of an aroused tiger. This animal on guard vv as a huge one. and black as were the horse s '"Black i10rs es, bfack outfit, black dog-next we'll see a nigger, Buffalo Bill,"' suggested vVilcl Bill, as the two rode around to the fr ,ont of the cabin. ready to meet friend or foe. 'Goou everiing, gentlemen. Dismount, ai1d accept my hospitalit.Y_' for the night, for you are. heartily welcome." So said a man who stood in front of the littl<:; cabin on the spur, up to which Buffalo Bill and Wild Bill had ridden. --. Tliey ca1-i1e to_ a halt and gazed with surprise. upon the speaker::--a 111an, six fee t in height, broad shouldered, superbly and clad from head to foot in blacL His hair was worn long, falling below his shoulders, and was jet-black, an:d upon his head was a very broad brimmed, black sombrero, encircled by a gold cord. But his face! A handson1e face it was, perhaps of a ma,n of thirty, the features stamped with indomitable will, fearlessness and strength of c h aracter. The eyes reminded one of the large, expressive, sad orbs of a deer that has been wounded, and the same thq_t!ght flashed through the mind of each scout. At one side of the cabin was a work-bench and a box of carpenter's tools, and the strange man in black stood by a coffin which had just been stained to an inky hue, the paint brush theu being held in one hand as he turned and faced the two scouts. That the coffin had lately been made was shown by; the fresh shavings under the workbench. '"\Veil, pare!, you are very kind, but we have come up here on a business trip, so don't expect to stay long," sa:id Buffalo Bill in his quiet way. "How can I serve you, gentlemen?" "vVe are not in search of wooden overcoats, like the one you have just built there, though we ca1'ne rather near being in need of one each a while since; but we would like toknow who fired two shots from this spur half an hour ago?" "I did," \Yas the calm response of the stranger. 'You firncl both of them?"' 'Yes, sir." ''vVhat with?"' repeating rifle," and the man took from where it stood behjncl the coffin, within reach of his hand, a handsome

I THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "The y turned up the trail and rode to yonder rock. s, where they dismounted and went into ambush. :'Soon a f te1: you came along, and my glass showed me 't-vho yo n were, so I fir e d to save you, and that is all there i s about it." "An

THE B UFFA LO BILL STORIES. 9 that 'their lot might have been cast in a far wors e place t han the tavern of Hallelujah City. They registered their names as "vVill Cody" and Hikok," their real nan:ies, and we r e glad to see t h at nd one seemed to know them. Lady Kate gave them a room upon the upper floor, re served for favored guests, and set them down t:o a supper which they were more than pleased with. ''Lady Kate, does yer know them two pilgrims as yer is so sweet on?'' asked a villainou s-looking man, as the landlady returned after showing her guests to the sttpper table. "They register as Cody and Hikok, Buzz Saw, was the q u iet reply of the woman, who felt that the man was plot ting: mischief-something he was not ed for in the camps. His general appearance was against him, for there was a hideous scar upon his face, which had been made by his falling upon a buzz saw, he said, when working in a lum ber fr.ill, and hence his name, of which h e seemed to be prqu _d. "Waal, they is Wild Bill and B11ffalo Bill, government scouts, and they is here for no good." 'I have heard of the m e n you name as wonderful speci mens of manhood. Are you sure you are not mistaken, Bnzz Saw?" "No, Lady Kate, for I knows 'em, and they is here sart'in to nip some poor fellow. "I guess the man they nip as you call it, will not be missed Buzz Saw/' was th e quiet response, and Lady Kate turned to Lady Lou, who just then entered, and the two really beautiful women went in to supper. "Br ffalo, who is that woman?" asked \Vile\ Bill, qu i ckly, as the two sat down 11ear the sq:mts. "One is our l a ndlady, Bill, but the other I do not know." "I have seen her somewhere before," and Wild Bill began to try and recall ":' hen and where he had seen the fair gambler. Having told Louise Gray what Saw had said of the scou-ts, Kate Fenwick seemed anxious to discover more about them and their coming to the mining camps, so said: "Gentlemen, as you said you expected to be my guests for some litt l e time, permit me to Jilresent my friend. Mrs. Gray, better known here as Lady Lou." The scouts bowed, <}11d Buffalo Bill, in his pleasant way said: "Yes, we are taking a ri de thiough the mountains and ;camps for a fe\\" weeks and. finding your hotel such a good one, we will harqly b e tempted to leave it until we have to do so." "You will find Hallelujah City a very rough place," remarked Lady Lou. ''Judging from the only two acq a intances we h ave made here, I beg to differ with yon,'' was Buffalo Bill's gallant response. "Thank you, but v.:e are the only representati ves of our sex here. You will have to deal with the wild element of a very tough camp, so be on your guard." "We are not wholly strangers to th e border, but thank you for your kind warning. I may add, we had another warning on our way here." "How so, may l ask; and both women see m ed inter ested. Wild Bi-11 had r e mained quiet, but was attentive while Buffalo Bill t old the story of the ir being ambushed and saved by two wonderful shots at long range by the mys terious man living alone upon th e mountain spur. "Wh o is this Cnknown Dead Shot, miss?" asked Wild Bill. ''Vv'ell he is, as you say, unkn own; but we call him here the Bravo in Broadcloth, while he is also known as Coffin Bill, the Gentleman in .Black. and the name you just spoke of-the Unknown Dead Shot." "Then he has tried his aim before in these parts, miss?' "Yes a number of times." "What does he ,;.:, ?" "No one knows." "He has money in plenty, pays lib er ally for all he gets, and plays ca r ds often, paying promptly when he loses, though he is often successful, as Lady Lou here knows, for my friend is the owner of the Q11een of Hearts Gam bling Saloon." "Yes, he is a bold fearless player, and yet to know all that is going on about him the while. "The man is a mystery to me, and I am sure he is here for some purpose that he keeps to himsel-f," Lady Lou remarked. -The scouts were becoming more and more interested in Broadcloth Bil!, and Buffalo Bill tolcl of his having just completed a coffin when they rode up. "Then some man's doom is sealed for this night, for t!ie Bravo always g-iYes fair notice to tis victims, if I may so call the men h e kills, and brings his coffin to bury him in." "He's a liberal sort of pilgrim to say the least of him," Wild Bill sa id. Supper was now finished, and Lady Lou invited the strangers to call at the Queen of Hearts during the e.-en ing, and they promised to b e there, as they had told Broadcloth Biil they would meet him there. Lighting th eir cigars, the two scouts sat down in front of the hot el. while they became objects of interest to halfa-hundred l oungers gathered there, as Buzz Saw had already spread it about w i ho they were. They were too well known by r eputation not to create an excitement in Hallelujah City, and, wondering what


10 THE BUff J\LO BILL STORIES. could be their 1111ss1on there, those amoi1g the campdwellers who had guilt y consciences for crimes committed, began to feel" very un easy at t h e presence in their midst of two men whose names were a terror. a long the border. That some o n e had r ecogn i zed them the scout soon covened; but, though they had hoped to remain unknown, they had hardly expected to do so. They had come to that mining camp as the startingp o in t for the duty they had to perform in solving 't!1e mystery of the '\roman in Black, who had warned Keen Kit's of clanger, and to s trike the track of the r:foll-Takers pf the Trails, whom they hoped to run to -earth. They !1acl already discovered in the Bravo in Broadcloth, Lady Lou and Lacly Kate, a trio of mysteries they had been unprepared for in tl1at wild community, and Wild Bill remarked, very properly:. "Buffalo, it will take a hand full hunips to win: the game we haye got to play in these parts." "Bill, you are right; but somehow I believe we have strnck the head center of the 1'oll-Takers right here. "Maybe; but let us go in and take a squint at the Queen of Hearts layou t .'' And the two sco nts walked over to the sa loon of the fair gambler. "Pafel, there is two gents I has heerd much of and maybe yer knows 'em-thar, yer kin see 'em now as ther crowd about th er Quee n o' Hearts parts a little," and the miner who spoke nodded at the two scouts to whom referred. "You knpws 'em, then?'' said the man he acldre ssed. "I has seen 'em, pard, for I means Buff'ler Bill and [Wild Bill yonder. "They corned inter town ter-day, and I gi.iess es they knows what th. ey is here fer, and somebody will find out, too; but, listen! fer Six-Shooter Sam are a-shouting, and.he's mad when he tal ks loud ," and the deep voice of the desperado 'was heard above the noise in the iarge sal oon, ringing out in earnest to1ies Over at the table of the Queen of Hearts Six-Shooter Sam was in lucJ.:, for he had b een winning steadily from the boy s The Queen of Hearts showed no annoyance at his 'doing so, counted out his with firm hands and laid them before him, and went on dealing from the little tin box without any sign of nervousness. At last the man said, i 1 his rude, boisterous manner: "I'll let up, Queen, fer r hates ter take money froni a "Oh, no; if you e nj oy the game pray keep o n wit'hout consulting my pleasure," said Lady Lou, quietly. "If I only had a man ter play with I'd be glad; but ther durned garloots o' this town is sich c:owar

THE BUFF ALO BI L L STORIES. 11 tending to spring a mine in the end which would add more of a crimson hue to his name. He felt that he could not now afford to drop the stranger then and there without being thought a coward. So, after another quick glance over the crowd, to see that his gang were all present, he said: "Waa.l, Buffalo Bill, ye r may be ther king bee up whar you lives, but in Hallelujah City I are ther boss, and no man dare say I hain't. Buffalo Bill had s ouglit no quarrel with the man. He had watched his playing with tht Queen of Hearts, and had decided to "chip in" and prevent the woman from losing more money by asking the desperado to play with him, for he knew that he was a cheat. He had read the big ruffian at a glance, and, fond of a game of cards, he was anxious to win from the man and avenge the losses of Lady Lou. If Six-Shooter Sam sought a quarrel with him that would be the bully s own lookout, and he must take the consequences, and Bill mentally calculated that if t'he desperado forced him to kill him the loss would not be deeply felt in Hallelujah City. Before he could reply to the man's direct dare to him to say he did not believe he was the "boss" of the camps, the door of t!he saloon swung open and, as all be held who it was that entered, a hum of voices ran around the room, and in a chorus the name was spoken: "The Bravo in Broa dcloth!" It was Coffin Bill who entered! Upon one shoulder he carried a coffin, and all present felt that he had come to the saloon to find an occupant for the uncanny "overcoat." We walked straight toward the platform, on which sat the Queen of Hearts, with Kate Fenwick by her side, and before which were Six-Sho0ter Sam, Buffalo Bill and tihe immediate group about them. A deathlike silence fell upon the throng at sight of the Bravo in Black carrying his coffin, and brave as were most of those present they shuddered at the sight. The coming of the mysterious man at once turned the attention of all from the threatened war beween the desperado and Buffalo Bill, and the latter whispered to Wild Bill: "Our motmtain pard has arrived, Wild Bill." "Yes, and he has brought his burying-box with him, which means b1.1siness," was the ar ;..ver. The crowd gave way as the mysterious man advanced. All seemed to realize that he had come upon a special mission. Coolly placing the coffin by the faro-table, the Bravo in Broadcloth raised his hat politely to the Queen of Hearts and .Lady Kate; then turning upon the I desperado, he covered 'him with a revolver, which no one saw him draw, while he said, sternly: "Six-Shooter Sam, I brought that coffin for you." The change was so sudden, from the bullying manner of the desperado, who seemed proud of his name and reputation and the terror he caused many to feel, to the coming in of the Bravo in Broadcloth, that it was a re lief to all present, with perhaps the exception of the six-sihooter braggart himself. Excitement ran high, and yet it was suppressed, and all eyes were turned upon the man from the mountains who had brought such a weird gift to the ctesperado. Buffalo Bill merely stepped back, as though he read ily uq

12' THE BUffhLO BI L L STORlr:S. "Some day, Six-Shooter Sam, when I feel in the humor for a game with you, I'll let you know, and I'll give you fair warning." That any other game than one of cards was intended by the Bravo, Sam had not the remotest idea; but he hinted to a few of his intimates that he wished them to be on hand, and added that, afte r he had won a hands ome sum of mone y from hi s adversary, be would pick a quarrel with him. Upon this promise his friends had gone there, feeling sure of sport, as they looked upon an enc-ounter whi c h they were nor engaged in. vVhen, therefore, the Bravo entered, bearing a coffin, a hush fell upon a ll. Several times before he had giv en warning of his com ing to certain wild -characters in the camps, and he had never fai l ed to keep his word, and, more a death was certain to follow his arrival, until, Texas said, he seemed to have a "contract" for taking off some of the lawless spirits of t h e mines. CHAPTER 184. COFFIN BILL ACTS. Sam s aw the entrance of the Bravo, as th e others did and beheld the grim box he carried; but h e was n ot pre pared for such quick work of a hostile nature, so was taken unawares. I He was covered with a revolver which lo o ked into his eyes not three feet a way, and hi s own weap o ns, four splendid shooting-irons, were yet in his b e lt. "Say, pard, I hain t no actor, to play jokes on for I don t take kindl y to funny busine ss," growled the des perado. "I certainly fail to see :my joke in my telling you that I have brought a coffin for you, Six-Shooter Sam," was the reply, in the deep, stern voice of the Bravo. yer mean it?" "I do, for I left you a no te on your door that I would be here to-night to have a game with you." "And are this th e game?" "No; I merely intend to disarm you now, and then give you my commands, 1Yhich yo u are to obey "Durned if I do "That we shall see," and the Bravo quickly unbu c kled the belt of arms around the desperad o s waist, still keeping him covered with hi s rev o l ver. "Pards, hain't I no right here, thet ye r sees me disarmed?" cried the bully. As his eyes met th ose of seve ral of hi s pals, the y made a step forward, when Buffalo Bill called out: "Hold on, there. This is a case of man to man, so the one who chips in dies with his boots on." This caused the bully's immediate friends to drop back and the Bravo said, politely: "Thank you, sir; but I will soon settle t hi s affair. Raising his voice, he called out: "vVho of yo u h e re hav e lost mon ey in a game of cards with this man?" "Lots of us has l ost, but not 1at e ly, though Lady L ou got roped rn fer a cool fif tee n hundred to-night." "Is that so, Lady Lou?'' "Yes, Mr. Coffin Bill, it i s." .'At faro?" "Yes ." \i\That cards did yo u use?" "My own pack." "Where do you leave them?" "In the lock drawer of thi s table." '.'Loo k and see if they have not been doctored." She glanced rapidl y ov er the cards, and quickly said: "Yes, they have been, and I noticed to-night that the sm aller cards see med to come out oftener than I could account for, and Six-Shoote r Sam won on those.'' "You are a stranger in Hallelujah City, si r ?" and t h e B ravo turned u po n \,Yilcl Bill. "Yes." "Please take the rno1;ey from this man's pocket, and give ba c k to Lady Lou th e amount h e won from her tonight." ''I'll do it pare!,'' and Wild Bill die! so, in a v e ry quick and skillful manner. "It's cussed r obbery, and yo u'll pay ther cos ts, young feller. Yer h ea r what I says," sav agely c ri e d the SixShooter. "No, you'll pay the cost, fo r I'll return yo u your weapons n o w and give yo u one hour to get ol.1t of t h ese m i nes. "Will you go?" "You'll give m e ba ck my ?" Yes, I so said." "Then I stands h e r e and has it out with you," was the dogged r e pl y A.ll gazed at the Bravo, and saw him step up t o the des p erado, holding o u t his weapons, whil e they heard h im say a few words in a l ow tone. \i\fhat h e said n o ear caught, other than th e o n e for w hich they were spoke n, and the effect Sam was startling, for h e turned to an ashen ime, staggere d back as though dealt a blow, and gasped forth, pl ea dingly: "My God! yes, I 'll go! I'll go!" "}Jer e are y our weapons, sir!" and the voice of th e Bravo in Broadcloth was terribl y s t e rn. The desperado grasped the belt o i revolvers, turned quickly and strode from the saloon. Ko shout of derisi o n follow ed his e..xit, for the crowd


THE BUFFl\.LO BILL STORI E S. 13 eemed to be too deeply moved to shout. All gazed in ilence at Bravo Bill, whose eyes followed the retreating orm of the Six-Shooter ruffian until the door closed beincl him. The moment the door closed upon the retreating form f Six-Shooter Sam, the Bravo's manner changed, and, urning to the beautiful faro dealer, he said, pleasantly: "Pardon my interruption, Lady Lou, but I have relieved ou of a nuisance, to say the least, and permit me to pre ent the coffin as a souvenir of Six-Shooter Sam "Thank you, sir! I will accept it, and appreciate it more than I did the man who so nearly became its occu pant." The Bravo bowed, and was about to retire, when SixShooter Sam's gang, feeling themselves disgraced by the action of their leader, and confident in numbers, for there were fuliy a dozen of them, decided to crus h Coffin Bill then and there. So a self-appointed leader stepped forward, and leveled his revolver full upon the Bravo, while he said: See here, pard, you hain't ter have things all yer own way." '\Veil, what do you wish," was the unmoved reply. 'Yer had the game all yer own with a man as I didn "t think had any backdown in him, so now you'll have ter crawfish, or turn up yer toes, for I has yer kivered." No one had noticed what had become of the Bravo's revolver. It had disappeared as mysteriously as it had appeared when he needed it. Now it was not to be tjisputed that Giant Bruce, as the tough was called .on a ccount of his great size and strength, certainly had the Unknown covered, and, cheered at the sight, his comrades began to crowd around him, for to down the mysterious man would be to relieve Hallelujah City of one whom all the evildoers feared gr eatly. All felt for the Bravo, but he laughed lightly and said: 'Before you put on airs, Giant Bmce, be sure you have not a revolver-muzzle at the back of your own head ." 'Dhe man wheeled quickly, and, more sudden than a panther's leap was that of. the Bravo, who, in a flash oi time had driven his fist into the of his big foe, seized him by the throat and hurled him, with an exhibi tion of seemingly more than mortal strength over a table into a corner of the room. Then, in another second, he stood, a revolver now suddenly appearing in each hand, while he said in a tone of sarcasm: "Do the friends of Giant Bruce wish to play the gamll t o a finish?" The gang were cowed somewhat by the sudden defeat >f their leader who was rising, half-stunned, from the corner, and yet vvhen he joined them again, fnriotts as a ma1' bull, bleeding and in paih, war to the knife seemed to be the only alternative, when the voice of Buffalo Bill was heard: "Men, don' t crowd that gentleman, for he ha's friends here!" and the scout had drawn his weapons. 'So I say," and Wild Bill also stood at bay, stepping to the side of the Bravo. They certainly were a striking trio, as they stood at bay,. Buffalo Bill and Wild Bill on the right and left of the Bravo in Broadclobh, all with revolvers drawn, facing the wildest element in Hallelujah City. Even the desperado band was struck by the termined look and general appearance of the three, and the Bravo said, calmly: "Giant Bruce, do you wish to play the game out?" It was a critical moment, and the large crowd were as silent as the grave, wondering what the end would be. But the Giant and his pals were no men to play against odds. They ran their eyes along the line of Coffin Bill and the two scouts-and he decided to let the matter drop. So he answered gruffly: "I hain't no man to pick a quarrel in the presence o' ladies, so I jist says hold yer keerds ontil another time and we will see who holds trumps." "I know now," was the cool response of the Bravo, and his words indicated that he wished the fracas to come then, backed as he was by such allies. 'Dhis banter the Giant was compelled to answer, so he said: "\Vho holds trumps?" "I do." "I doubts it." "Shall I give you proofs?" "Does yer mean ter open fire here?" ''No." "What does yer mean?" "I will hand my weapons to Buffalo Bill here, while you place your belt of arms in the ha\1ds of that villain on your right; vhen step forward and let me say just half a dozen words to you." "1'11 do it!" and the Giant handed over his belt of arms. The Bravo at once gave his two revolvers into Buifa l o Bill's keeping and stepped up to the Giant and uttered a few low-spoken words. The effect was magical, for the Giant shrunk back with a look of horror upon his brutal fa.ce, which at once turned to the hue of death. "Now, sir, go!" Sharply the command rung out, and Giant seized his weapons and, without a word, s lunk out of tbe saloon as had the S ix-Shooter before him.


14 THE BUFF J\LO BILL STORIES. All stood in am azement, gazing at the Bravo. \ Vliat strange power held this mysterious man over these v.:ild border dwellers, almost as savage as wolves in their nature? That question no one could answer, and, without any explanation Coffin Bill turned to Bnffalo Bill and said in hi s courtly way : "Gentlemen, you have canceled the debt you owed me, and I thank you We will meet again He raised his black sombrero and walked from the saloon, while one of the gang of Six-Shooter Sam called out: I seen whar he keeps them guns o' his! They was up his coats l eeves, pards; ef he isn' t the devil hisself he is his l eftena nt." CHAPTER 185. A SECRET POWER. When Six-Shooter Sam left the Queen of Hearts Sa loon h e mounted his horse, a splendid animal which he a lwa ys kept not far from him, and rode at a gallop down the valley to hi s cabin. It was but a mile away and built agai nst the mountaih-side, just where there was a trail around the cliff to the ra n ge above. This t r ail the desperado pretended to keep closed up, so that no one could pass that way, but the obstruction was such that a minute's work could dash it all into the river, forty feet below. Just acros s the river was a fla t which cut off approach from that direction, so that the cabin of the desperado was really approachab l e from the front on ly, and he could make a hasty retreat therefrom to the range above if it became neces sa ry. His cabin had but one room, and the door was made fast by two chains and padlocks. Dismounting, he unl ocked his door, and, entering, s9on had a candle lighted Then he stood lik e a great brute at bay gnashing his te eth, his hands clinched tightly together, and his white as the bronze of his complexion would admit. "My Goel! who is that man?" at last broke from his l ips. After a while he became more calm and threw himself into a rude chair and began to think. "I obeyed, yes, be ca us e what else cou l d I do? Curse him-curse him! And I must leave he re, for h e re he will come to see if I have gone. I will at once get my traps together and go. But where? "Bah! need I ask whe re? "Why, I will go where he can never come." Springing to his feet he hastily began preparations to l eave his cabin A couple of blanke ts, a l a rge oilclot h, a s t orm-suit, some cooking utensils, bag of provisions, a few extra clothes and a rifle and ammunition were all his belong-mgs. These were made into two bundles and strapped upon a pack-saddl e Then he went out and led a second horse from where he was staked out in the bottom, up to the door, and placed the packsaddle upon him. His next move was to take from a secure hiding-place a be lt of money, gold, banknotes and dust. This h e strapped about his waist just as he heard the clatter of h oofs. "My God, he is coming The hour is up that he gave n1e." And the voice of the ruffian tremb l ed with excitement Then he said, quickly: "Oh, that I had the nerve to kill him! But, no! I dare not do that. Ha! I know that signalt". And a whistle was h ea rd repeated five times, sharply. Then up to the doer dashed a horseman, and Giant Bruce sprung from his saddle, stooped at the low door and entered. "Bruce, you here?" "Yes." And the Giant was very white-faced. "You have come to deride me, I suppose?" sneered Six-Shooter Sam. "Oh no, fo r knew me, too!" "What!-" "I repeat it!" "He recogniz e d you?" "Yes." "As what?" "Don't be a fool, Sam; for, though I did not know his power over you at first, I do now." "\/\That do you m ea n Bruce?" And each man had now dropped the border dialect in the ,excitement of the moment. I mean just what I say." "And what do you say?" "I say tha

THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES "\Vell ?" I had him fairly covered, and yet he tricked me by telling me 'to be first sure that a revoJver-muzz l e was not at the back of mv head." --And you looked to see?" Yes." "vVell ?" "I got a blow like the kick of a government mule, full in the face; then fle grasped my throat, and, hurled me with a strength whic h mine is but child's play as compared to, over a table and chairs, into a corner. See, his fist bruised my face, and I was cut on the for ehea

THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. He utterrcl no word, but his presence there urged them on : s thotigh Satan was at their heels. The other members of Six-Shooter Sam's gang were in a qnandary, and showed signs of distress. They had been deserted by their l eader and his lieutenant without a w ord of explanation. They felt <;tngry toward them, and far more offenclecl with Coffin Dill. It was "pay night"' for them, as Six-Shooter Sam al ways paid his gang a certain sum weekly to be ready for his b ec k and call. They were short, therefore, the sums they had expected to get .that night, and so they placed this to the account of the Bravo in Broadcloth. Tfi1ese men, eight in number, lived near together, as their leader had suggested. Their home was in the edge of the camps, upon a ridge two mile s from the town. If they mined any no one had discovered it; yet they called themselves miners. Their c hief occupation vvas loafing about the saloons, gambling, clrinkii'Tg, and obeying the commands of their master. They were a dangerous lot to set loose in a community, and, finding t h emselves deserted by Six-Shooter Sam and Giant Bruce, they were in a fair humor to do mischief. "\. They slunk out of the Queen of Hearts Saloon soon after Giant Bruce had gone, but went one by one. Then they met outside, went to another clrinking place and filled up with bad liquor, after which they proceeded to the cabin of leacler to find it aban doned. On to the home of Giant Bruce they tramped, to that it, too, was deserted. They sat clown in a very ugly mood. Each waited for the other to speak, and at last one of the gang, who answered to the cheerful cognomen of Buzz Saw, and whom the reader has seen before when he recognized the two scouts, broke forth : "Parclners, as Six-Shooter and Giant hev deserted us I claims ther right o' leadin', for I has turned up more toes than any other man in this crowd. And, more; I are willin' ter figh v right h e re now fer th e r place o' cap'n. W ho are ther man a s i s wilEn' ter do ther same?" /\s Bnzz Saw had already whipped out his gun, not another one dared move a muscle, fearing that it would be looked npon as an eff o rt to clr_1w and contest th e place of captain, and so only silence fqllowecl the words of the self-appointed chief. Then, too, nobody. else just then wislH'd to take the lead and go wrong. Buzz Saw seemed satisfied, as there was no opposit ion. and pleased, too, so he said: N\Vaal, thet settles it, as yer all agrees, and I are ... cap'n o' ther layouit, which I hereby ch ri stens as ther Buzz Saw Bravos." A hum of admiration at this name ran around the crowd and, seeing the good impression he was making, Buzz Saw continued: "Now, parcls, one man in Hallelujah has got the town by the throat, and he are ther pilgrim thet this night druv two o our best pards out o' the mines. "I refers ter Coffin Bill, who yer all knows hev been k ing bee long enough. ''He hev nigh onto a dozen graves clown in ther Bone Garden, all of bis makin'; and he hev before this druv men out o' ther camps which didn't go feet fu'st, but skipped out o' fear o him. 'Now, I says this hain't sq uat-' o' one man ter do, and I ar.e the one ter say no to his yes. "Is yer with me bravos?" A general assent was the response, and Buzz Saw, intoxicated with bad rum and delight at his success mixed, went on to say: ''Now, jest two miles from here are ther home o' that Unknown gent. "Vv e left him at the saloon, and ef he hain't gone by yet, we'll jest interview him on ther way. ''Ef he hev gone by, then he have skipped to his den and so thar \ve goes, and ef his cabin catches fire and burns down with him inside, then who ter blame fer it?" This was a startling suggestion, and it went far to sober the gang. But they were b ent on mischief, and Buzz Saw soon discovered that they would follow his lead. "We kin find out, by sneakin' up to his stable, ef his horses is thar, and, ef so, then he are inside. "Then we kin light a fire all around ther cabin, and hid e, and, ef he runs out, drop him. "Then we kin skip for home and be in our le e tle beds long afore dawn. "Does yer follow me, pards ?" He started clown the trail leading from the cabin of Giant Bruce, and, in silence, the men followed him. up valley trail they went, and, when n ear the home of Coffin Bill, they halted, while one of the number, who had long been an Indian fighter, crept forward to r eco n n o i ter, and see if the two horses of the Bravo in Broadcl oth were in the littl e stable in the rear of his cab in. lf. th e horse s were there, and the Bravo was known to have two sp l endid animals, then the mas ter was at hom e The minutes passed slowly a\\ay to the anxions band, while ihcY saited their comrade's return. 1 Vv'hen had g9ne by and .he did not return, thry grew nervou s and Buzz Saw at last decided that it was bes t for all of them to go forward at once.


THE BUFF f\LO BILL STORIES. 11 "We are seven ter one, pards, so come on, and no marcy is ter be shown Coffin Bill." Then, as silent and merciless as Indians, the Buzz Saw bravos crept on up the hill to do their deadly w,ork. The crowd of men who had decided upon such a cruel end for Coffin Bill felt a trifle nerv ous at the non-return o f th e man w h o i1ad gone to reconnoitr e the Bravo's premises. Injun Al, as he w as called, not because h e was an India n but for the reason that h e had been a trailer of red s kins at one time, was known to be as cunning as a fox and as n oise les s as a snake in hi s mov eme nts so much was expected of him from hi s comrades. Why he had not retun)ed, therefore, was a cause for thought that something had gone wrong. Had Buzz Saw requ es t ed another man to go, h e was well awar, e that he would have m et wit h a flat refusal, for not one would hav e dared venture al o ne where h e migh t meet the dreaded Bravo. So Buzz Saw wisely decided that all must go at once, and then he dis covered that the y were desirous of s tick i n g very close together. Ca!-ltiously th ey advanc ed toward the cabin, following the trail and r egretting that th e waning mo o n gave so muc h light. The pines on the spur concealed the c;abin from their ,d ew, but they knew just where it was for severa l h ad been near th e re before, though the Bravo had nev e r en couraged vi s ito rs an d the interior of his h ome was a terra incogn ita to th e dwellers in an d around Hallelujah City. Still t11e p lac e had been rec o nnoitered from a di sta nce, and it was known that the sta bl e was immediately in the rear of the cabin and adjoining it. The seven men, w ith murder in their h ea rts therefore, were glad to get across the ope n stretc h of moonlight and rea ch the sheltering pines. From there to the cabins was abo ut two hundred feet, and the cliff or overhanging spur, with th e sheltering trees, cast all in deep shadow. A t orrent fa lling over th e rocks up the range was hea rd, and the stream flowed sw i ftly by o n its way to the val l ey. O th e r w i se not another sound broke the sil ence, and the solitude am] stilln ess became awful in their g ui lty. h earts. Nearer and nearer they approac h ed, Buzz Saw forced to take the l e ad, as the ot hers hung back and gave him the place of h o n o r with un an imo u s consent. Just t h en he would have prefe rred to ha ve some o n e else be the leader, but, having elected hi mself captain, he had to accept the dange rs of the position. Nearer and n earer they crept, until they were within a few steps of the cabin door, which was sheltered the front by a shed roof. Not a sound was heard, and the men halted. The cracking of a revolver just tA.en would have been music to th eir ears. They stood in silence waiting for their leader to speak. Buzz Saw knew that he must act, and at once. Injun Al was not to be see n so what had become of him? Had he proven a traitor, a nd w as there a trap set for th em? Injun Al's l ove of gold was well kn ow n, as also that he would c ommit any crime to get it. Perhaps, then he had decided that the Bravo would pay him well to betray his comrades. This t hought made Bu zz Saw break forth in a profuse perspirat i on, and h e d a r e d n ot brea t he his suspicion to the others. A t last he decide d to ad v ance boldly to the door, knock and say that L ady Lou had been s h o t and Lady \\ i s hed to have the Bravo come at once to the tavern, giving his name as 11/Iustang Matt, the stable-boy who cared for t he h orses of the two women. He whispered his plan to the others, and bade them take their p ositions w ith him, and all fire into the door \\ hen it was o pe n e d by Coffin B ill. This plan was agreed to as a good one, and the plotters moved forward, to suddenly come to a halt. There, before their eyes, within reach of their hands, w a s a human form. It was not standing up, for its feet did not touch the ground, but it was hanging from the limb of a tree over head. The me n h alted, as though turned to stone, while there came from the lip s of Buzz Saw the horrifying words: "Parcls, it are Injun Al, and he hev been hanged!" The plo tters were too dazed for a moment to move, but o nl y for an instant. Then around each corner of the cabin resou nded two most appalling, de e p-mouthed howls, and, following them, came a ser ies o f wildest yells, as th ough a band of Sioux w ere ru s hin g into battle. \ V ith answering yells, only of terror, Buzz Saw and 1 his comrades bounded away in flight, while around the corners of the cabin sprung two e normou s black dogs, baying loudly and savagely, and following upon the tiaclc of th e terrified desperadoes. Down the steep trail they sped like mad, Buzz Saw nobly keeping up hi s reputation as leader and their speed was increased as the deepmouth e d dogs ran close behind. Like a human avalanche they went down the moun tainside int o the valley and n o t until their tired legs weakened beneath them did they check their swift flight.


18 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. The two d ogs had halted on the ridge, but kept up their loud baying, as though to urge the fugitives o n. As they slackened their pace, they did not speak for they could not. They were panting like hard-run hounds, and walked along as best they could, r esting from t h ei r race for life. By a cross trail they at last reached t h e two large cabins where they made their home, and up io th e n no word had been spoken. They 11 ere literally too full for utterance, to o tired to talk. Then candies were lit-for they seemed to want plenty of light-they all assembled in 011e cabin, the door was locked, and they threw t h emselves clown upon benches, and gazed into eac h other's faces. Buzz Saw at la st broke the his word s met 1Yith an affirmative resp o nse in the hearts of all. He said: Parcls, that man are the d evil!" The spell broken, they all began to talk, and for a moment no o n e understood 1\;hat 11 as said. But order came when Buzz Saw a sked: '"Did yer mind thet pack o' black clogs, pards ?" '"Was thar mon e n two of 'em?'" one asked. "Yas, I seen a dozen." ''They was black 11Ives." I thought they was b'ars." "They was as big as "Parcls, Injin Al h ev been lifted by a rope." "Yas; h e were dead." "I ji st got one l ook inter his face as a streak o' moonlight fell onter it, and. it j est said ter meter git." "Yas; and we all got." "We followed ther cap'n," one sa id, with a sly look at the crushed Buzz Saw. "Parcls, it were awful." And so the conversation \vent around. and not 1111til day dawned did the frighte ned plot ters dare lie clown to seek rest, and not then until a jug of rum had been drained to the dregs. CHAPTER 186. THE PARDS AT WORK. After Buffalo Bitl and Wild Bill left the Queen of Hearts Saloon they decided to have a walk and view the valley camps by night. Their brains were busy coursing over the scenes of the night, and they wished to talk over their adventure. "Well, Buffalo, what do you think of the Bravo in Broadcloth?" asked Wild Bill as the two walked along the broad valley trail. "I think he's a little more man than any one I ever saw before, and that is saying a g r eat deal wild Bill, when I include you, Frank Powell and Texas Jack." ''Yes, and I'll include one other-yo urself, Cody, and make the same r emark, for h e's more man than I thought was running around this country at large. "Diel you see him pick that giant up and pitch him over int o the corne r?., "Yes; and he had. to handlt; two hundred and eighty or ninety pounds of solid man to do it. 'Bu t he did it." "With the greatest ea:se." "Who do you think he is?" "I give it up." "He seems to nm Hallelujah City." ''He docs; and he l et me out of a row wit h that t error, Six-Shooter Sam, for our talk was leading up to a better acquain t ance, I was sure: 'So was I, and he was a dangerous fellow, too ." 'I 1rns sure of i t, and you can bet I was watching him clo se." ''I saw that; but what made him get out so fast when the Bravo gave him the countersign?" "Didn't he hump him self, B uffalo?" 'He. did, and got white as a sheet, to o." "Th e Unknown had him clown fine. as he did the Giant al so. Why, he just seemed to breathe upon them, and they wilted." "But will they let h i m drive them from the camps?" "That depends upon how much sand they have got." "So I think. Quick! down among those rocks, for yonde r comes a crowd, and if we avo id them wie may save trouble." The t wo scouts dropped out of sight among a pile of rocks upon the trail, and soon the crowd they had dis cov e r ed came along, halting not ten ste ps from them. It i s n eedless to say that they were Buzz Saw and his comrades, and what they sa id was overheard, and revealed the fact of their destination. Having decided to keep to the long trail up the valley, to reach th e home of Coffi n Bill, they passed o n and the scouts ste pped out of their place of hiding and stood in silence on the trail for a minute. "Buffalo." "Yes." "Th ey are going to make it warm for the Bravo." "I should think so when they speak of setting fire to his cabin .and burning him up in '.t, Bill.., 'Can they do it?" "Did you count them?" "Eight. "Correct! And did you know them?" "Hain 't that ha ppiness, Bdfalo." "They are the gang that were at the saloon to-night."


THE BU Ff ALO BILL STORIES. 19 "Right you are, and we mus t chip in, too "Yes, and take this short cut to the Bravo's cabin, and warn him." "Somehow I have the idea that Coffin Bill would give those fiends a picnic unaided, but our duty is clear." "Yes." They were ab out to start upon their way, by the shorter cut up tQ the mountain spur, when the clatter of hoofs fell upon their ears They halted, and, as but one rider was coming, waited. He soon came in sight, and, seeing them, drew rein, while he said: "Good-evening, gentlemen. "You are taking risks, as sitrangers, to be out alone to. night." "It is lucky we concluded to take a walk, Bravo Bill, for we saw a party of eight go by here just now, and overheard their conversation," said Buffalo Bill. "Plotting mischief, I suppose?" "Worse than mischief, for they took the main trail to your cabin to burn it down, and you in it." "Ah!" "They were the gang you held at bay to-night, the b ac k e rs of Six-Shoote r Sam, and aft. e rward of the Giant Bruce." Yes they will do anything; but th e re is n othing to dread now from either Six-Shooter Sam or Giant Bruce, for they have left the valley.'" Y ou th ink so ?" "I feel sure of it; but I mnst get on h ome to receive my guests." "We w ere jus t going to warn you, taking this short cut, as we heard them sa y when we s ay y ou coming." ''You have my thanks, gentlemen." "And we will go with yo u n ow and see yon through," bluntly said Buffalo Bill. 'I really dislike t o give you so much trouble, for I be lieve I can maste r the situation." "The odds are too great, so ride on, we fo ll ow," firmly said Buffalo Bill. ' T h ank yo u an d come ri ght on this trail, at a quick pace, and it will bring yo u t o my cabin h alf-an-hou r a head of those fellows, who w ill have ove r a mile further to go. "I w ill r:ide on and get m y allies ready, if you will excuse me." With this Coffin Bill rode o n at a q uick canter up the trail, whil e Buffalo Bill and Wild Bill followed rapidly o n foot. \ Vho the mischief are the allies he speaks of, Buf falo?" I don't know; but guess we soon will." After, a rapid walk of a mil e they c a me to the cabin and the Bravo in Broadcloth, n ow on foot, came forward to meet them. At his he els trotted two huge black clogs one of which the scouts had seen that afternoon. "Glad to welcome you, gentlemen, and these are. my, allies. "You will find them friend!y-to you." And he ref erred to his two giant !Jogs. T h e dogs seemed friendly enough to the scouts, and trotted at their heels as their master l ed the way up to the cabin. "I find some o ne has be e n here before me to-night, though n othing has b een disturbed. "My dogs were in the cabin, and never give sign of thei r prese nc e without I am aro und. "See there!" \ "Great God! it is a man hanging before your d,oorl" cri ed Buffalo Bill. "Yes; to that large limb as you see," was the cool r eply "Why did you hang him?" Buffalo Bill asked "I found him there where you see him now." "He is s till warm." And Wild Bill caught h o ld of his hands, which were pinioned t o his side by a lariat. ''Come, gentlemen, we will go to the r ear of the cabin and thence on top. for I hav e a little fort up there, and when th e visitors come w e can give them a surprise." And the B r avo led the way aroui1d the cabin to the rear doo r and theace Lip through a trap to the roof, leaving the two dogs on duty below. T hat Coffin Biil h a d killed the man whom they found h 2 n ging before his cabin doer both Wild Bill and Buf falo Bill f e lt a ss ur e d. H e had r emarked that he had foun d the man hanging th ere when he arrived, that some o ne had been there be fore h i m and yet the body was st ill warm, the vic tim having been dead but a very f ew minutes at furth e st. Why the Bravo had said what he did they could not understand, for he certainly was amenable to no law, and no one woulcl ho ld him r espo n sible there. I t was an other of his mysterious ways of acting, to deny having killed t he man, the y decided. When they ascended b y a ladder to the roof of the cabi n they discovered that there was a dummy roof, as it w:is, or a false one perhaps it would be better to say. From an outside view no one would suspect that a man could find shelter on the roof; but once up there and the cabin logs were seen to extend above the regular roof so as to form a safe r etreat and outlo ok. From that position the cabin could be well defended, and the scouts could readily see how the intended assas-


20 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. sins who sought to set it afire could be shot dead from above and held at bay, for the logs were a perfect protection from anything smaller than a cannon-ball, and the overhanging cliff prevented an attack from that direction. / The Bravo had well chosen a spot for his cabin, and the latter had been built with a vi<'w to r esista nce and s i ege. The two dogs were placed where they could hear a l ow command from their master, and the three men took up their positions, armed for the fray. "If I can frighten them off without firing a shot it will be better and more effective, and I believe it can be clone," said the Bravo, and the scouts wondered at his merciful intention. They were not a minute too soon in gaining their posi tion. for they beheld the crowd of desperadoes coming in a bodv. They had waited over halfa n-hour for Injin Al, and as he did not return were coming to the attack. As they reached the swinging form and halted in terror, Coffin Bill gave a low whine and instantly the t11 0 dogs broke forth in long, loud. dismal howls, which added to the terror of the gang. Then the Bravo set the example by uttering a wild, unearthly yell, which the scouts added to with their thrilling warcries, and as has been seen, awa:y went the appalled villains at breakneck speed down the hill, it being a wonder that some of them did not fall and kill themselves. Had the desperadoes heard the laughter of the scouts at their flight they would have been mad enough to have returned and fought it out; but their ears were filled with the deep baying of the dogs, who pursued, yet, without orders from their master had n ot seized up o n the hind most fugitives. The brutes were too well trained to disobey a com mand, and Coffin Bill had sai d: "After them brave dogs, but don't take h old! ' Wild Bill fairly shook with laughter, and the Bravo said, as the dogs came trotting back: "lt was better than killing them, and there is but one in that band I wish for game, and his time will come." "You had every right to kill them, Pare! Bill, as they came to take your life; yes, to burn you to death." "Oh yes, Wild Bill; but I never take life unless it is absolutely necessary, and fright did as well as bullets in this case." "It did better, I guess, for we could not have killed them all and they certainly were all nearly scared to death. My! how they did go!" And Wild Bill again broke out in laughter. "But what is to be done with that fellow?" And Buffalo Bill pointed to the form of the dead des perado. ''I'll bury him over in th e pines in the morning, but will cut him down now." And the party descended from the roof. The body of Injun Al was lowered and placed in the stab le, and then the Bravo unsaddled his horse, which he had only had time to put in his stall, after which he said: "Ndw, gentlemen, though I have no idea that those fellows will return, I s hall claim you as my guests tonight." ''Oh, no; it is not much of a walk back to the camps, thank you," said Buffalo Bill. And, as wild Bill also urged their return, the Bravo said no more, but got a flask of fine liquor and a box of cigars, which he placed before his guests. Then, as they sat for a while chatting, Wild Bill asked: 'Do you expect to make your home here, pard ?'' "For a while longer; until I accomplish a certain aim I have in view," and the Bravo spoke as though the ques tion had called up unpleasant memories. "I fear those fellows ,.,-ill give yon trouble," Buffalo Bill suggested. "No, I think not, for I will keep my eye upon them." "Can you t ell me anything about the history of those two remarkable women in the camp?" asked Wild Bill. "All that I hav e heard, yes," and Coffin Bill told the story of the lives of Louise Gray and Kate Fenwick, from their coming to Hallelujah City, and added: "Now. they are remarkable women, and, some how I believe they were known to each otl:ier before they came h e re. "There is a cloud upon their lives in the pasit, of course; but here they are treated with marked respect, and \Yoe 1 be unto the man who wou l d offer an insult to one of them, fo r the miners consider them under their special protec tion." CHAPTER 187. TH!;: S COUTS' WEIRD DISCO\'ERY. Both Buffalo Bill and Wild Bill felt that the Bravo 111 Black was more of a mystery the more they saw o f him. But they yet had a suspicion that he might, after all, not be a man to trust, and they dared n ot let him suspect why they had come to Hallelujah City, much as they would have liked to hav e his aid. He certainly appeared to be friendly to them, and they owed to him their lives. They had, as he had been glad to acknowledge, re turned the compliment in their service rendered him, and he hacl just given them advice and warning.


THE BUFF f\LO BILL STOR I ES. 21 But was it in good faith? They hardly knew, fo1: the man was suc_h a mystery as to be unread able. He was going away, he had sa id . Where, and for what purpose? "It would be our chance, vVild Bill, to take his trail." ''You are right, Buffal o. l-Ia ybe, by following his trail, it might lead us to what w e wish to find." ''Ah! yo u still cling to the idea that the Bravo is in some \.vay co nn ected with the Toll-Takers?" "\!Ve ll i f h e is n ot, what is he?" "I g iv e it up," answered B u ffa l o Bill, and the two scouts walked o n to the hotel to get supper. Lady Kate was in her little parlor, just after supper, and Lady Lou was preparing t o go into t h e saloon and deal faro. The scouts were asked to enter. and Buffalo Bill said: \ Ve have decided to go on a lit tl e prospecting tour. Lady Kate, but hope to see yo u a g ain and wish to thank yon fo r you r kindness to us. and pay our score." .. Are you goin g so s oon?" "Vle wis h to be in the saddle by claim." "I am sorry to have you go, for it i s a rel i ef to have some o n e around who is not lawless." "You ought not to remain among suc h ;i la1, l ess lot, n e ither of you." ''Ah m e perhaps not; but I am making money, and h o pe to put it to good u se some clay, so put up wit h much now for t h e sake of the future .. .. As I do; but t hi s life 11ill not last always, ' Lady Lou said in an absent kind of a way. \ ,Yell, we leave you a good protector the Bravo, should you need one," Bi1ffalo Bill s uggested, as a means of getting them'to say more of Co ffin Bill. ''v V e see littl e of him, a s h e is a way often; but we have 1ro personal fears for ourse lv es, for, la w l ess a s these men are, they consider themselves individually our protecto rs. "Yes, I have observed t hat; but is Coffi n Bill a miner, Lady Kate?" "Like himse lf, his affairs a r e unkn ow n," was the quiet reply, and neither Buffalo Bill nor Bill cou ld detect in the faces o f the 1Yomen that they knew more of the Bravo than they admitted. H a vi n g paid their bills, the sco ut s as k ed that n o m en tion be made of their going away, an,cl that night they appeared in the saloo n of the Queen of Hearts. Lady Kate \.Vas th e r e, as usual and Lady Lou had h er place at the faro bank, and was dealing. A numbe r of players w e r e about the table, as n either of the two ringleader s of mischief, and invariable win ners, Six-Shooter Sam and Giant Bruce, wer e present. Wild Bill began to play, and his b ets were alway s large ones. But he lost ste adily and after a while said, with a l a u gh: ''Yo u have m y lu ck to-night, Lady Lou; but sometime I'll break your bank.'' "Certainly, sir ; but, fore11arned i s fo rearmed, you kno\v." "I'll try a game with some gentleman present, if I can find one willing'to play, and \Vile! Bill looked over the cr o wd. "l are thet gent nery time, p arrl," and Buzz Saw stepped fonrnrcl. .. I play for big stakes, remember." .. I h e s ther dust, so go ahead," and they sat clown to a table to pla y. \ Vile! Bill s luck seemed to have left him, for he lo s t >teadily, a nd the b ets were :is high as a hundred dollars upon the turn of a card Buffalo B ill knew \ t\'ilcl B ill's nature never to give up while he had a dollar, so he wished to give him a hint that their money m i ght be needed, 11 hen up to the table g lid ed the Bravo. 'Pard on me, .:-rr. H ik ok, for int e rf ering with your game; but how much have you lost t o t hi s n1an ?'' "Are t het your bu si n ess, Coffin Bill?" growled Buzz Saw. It seems I am making it my business, Buzz Saw. "Will yo u answer my question, Wild Bill?" "A trifle over e ight hund red ,'' was the reply. "Well, of cou r se, B uzz Saw will save trouble by returning you y our money, fo r h e h as been putting up bills." "I say it' s a--" B ut the hand of the Bra\ro dropped upon the throat of t he man with a force that made his teeth rattle; and he said, sernly: "You have received b y the coach to-day a package of counte rf eit bill s to pass off in the mines for good money: on shares. "Hanel over the good money you 'i'On to Wild Bill, and give up the packages of counterfeits to me. Steady, gentlemen, don't draw on me. if you value your Jives!" and the last remark was addressee\ to the comrades of Buzz Saw, who w ere threatening trouble. Wild Bil l sa id: 'I am with yo u sir, too, if they cause trouble; but there is n o mistake, you think, about this man's money, for it lo oks genuine?" "Oh yes; it looks genuine, but i s counterfeit. "You have your money back?" "Yes, thank you." "Now George Jessup, alias Buzz Saw, you are my prisoner." \.


22 T H E BU ff' ALO BllL STORIES. "Your prisoner? You hain?t no power ter take me. Show your warrant!" yelled the desperado. "Here it is, all in good order-come!" He flashed a revolver in the face of the man with one hand, while with a dexterity that was marvelous he slipped a pair of handcuffs on the wrists of his prisoner with the other. "Say, pards, I calls on yon!" yelled Buzz Saw. "So do I, not to interfere!" came the stern rejoinder, and Buzz Saw was dragged out of the saloon, while the crowd who would have followed, shnink back under the ringing command: "Back! All of you!" "Pard Buffalo." "Yes, Wild Bill."' "Coffin Bill shows anorher side to his character." "Yes; and one equally hard to comprehend; but listen fo those coyotes talk now." Buffalo Bill regretted his words, for instantly Wild Bill called out: "Hold on. you coward!: coyotes, slandering a man behind his back, for I will not tolerate it!" The gang of Buzz Saw turned upon the speaker, but not to act, for there stood Wild Bill smiliug and ready, with Buffalo Bill by his side, cool and unmoved. T

THE BUFF t\lO BIL L STORIES. 2 3 gnarcling the t\\,p \\'hitc m e n \\ h o \\'ere cligg in; the graves. And those two gTave-digger ? .\. The S<;onts did not long 111 ignorance of w h o hey were The form of the one o n the r-igh t co uld be no ther than G ian t Bruce. On the left was the man who had long been the terror f Hallelujah C i tv. ... t .... It wa s Six-Shooter Sam. Each Indian hact his man unde1 The two .men did not work rapidly, 'but with a heayy anc l from t im e to time t h ey cast looks at their JI < redsk in guards, and then. over at the stern silent man paced to and fro. to and fro, not far fro m them. The blazing fire cast its rays t111l \1po n him, revealing hi s form, clad in black, hi s top-boots, wi t h their litt ering g oicl spurs fla shing at e ver y step. His closely-buttoned c6at, \\'ith the rathe r large sleeves, 'n the scouts now v\'e)"e d eac!ly f heavy caliber. His broad-brinimed black sombrero partially hid hi s .. "That m a n commands them by hi s marvelous force of \\ill, hi s secret power O Y e r them .. ''DD you think \l"e s h o uld interfere ? " Buffalo; what coukl we do ?"' Demand that h e s pare those m en." .. Buffalo!'' 'VI/ ell? ' "This is n o t our fu n er al.'' ' Granted." "lt might be, did ire interfere." 'You s urely do net fea r the man, my ste rious b eing though h e is?" "Don't yon l;nO\\. that l neye r kn e\ \ what pl'iysical fear \\"aS ?" 'Yes I grant that: but you spoke as t h ough \';e \\'Ould get the w o rst of it i f we interfered. ''\Ve might kill th e Bravo from h e r e trne; but th os e r ed s k i n s have their orders anq would n eve r allow those t 1 \o to es dape." '"\ Vell, we ca n d o n ot hing?" \\111\ s11o nld we, for those ni'en are two.of t h e worst cl1an1 cters in t h e n1otmtains? '"Yo u h earcL their pedigree thrice t0 ld, and they have ace, except \Yhen he tnrned toward the firelight. in his b ee n mercil ess ease less walk. 'That is true. Those two.men Si4-S\1ooter Bruce, the' cou t s knew, !1ad. _Man in B r o aclclot l 1 thei'. 1as ter. .1. He had commanded them to leave Hallelujah C ity and h ey had _.gL>ne... . The scouts knew that it their work 'that had h e l.ip befo _re the capin of Coffi n B ill for the Biavo acl told them as. much. At last Bill said, .. iPa w hisper: "\Vild Bill, a r e those m en calmly d igging their own raves .. ? "It looks so, Buffalo." ''It d oes, indee d ; but they are two .to three "You m ea n they shoul d ffght it out?'' "Yes." "But the Bravo is there. and' that means make the attempt?" "Yes, and. ,;\Vha t more ?" y o u deem it usele ss for them "Th e y were driven ont bf Hallel"njah and halted, as we kill the Bra-rn, and lia11ged a poor Aevil by : mistake for him. He sent redskins after them, and the y h ave go t them fas t/' "AH true, but it cq-lcl-blo odecl .to rpake them dig their ow11 graves and then kill t hem." "That. is an and we at .it from what see. \Ve w ill wait and discover how it turns out." Again siience fell bet\ve e n th e two scouts, and then Buffal o Bill s u '

2 4 THE BUF F A LO BILL STORIES. "After we find the Toll-Takers, I am going to camp on the trail of Coffin Bill until I know all abdut him," Buffa lo Bill said, firmly. "I'm with yon, Buffalo, if from curiosity only; but, see, the graves are about finished." The two desperadoes had ceased their work, and turned toward the Bravo. He halte d in his walk. coolly looked at his watch, and said something, in a tone that the scouts could not catch. That the desperadoes were pleading with him, they knew, and they hal'd his :voice ring out, sharply: "Don't be cravens! Die like me11 !" The desperadoes down in the graves, and the redskins stepped them, extending a small c:er ringer to each, and wh,ich the Bravo had' handed to them. Then, before the scouts knew what was to be done, two shots rung o.ut in rap.id succession, and Will Bill cried aloud: "By Heaven! they ha vc ta.ken their own lives; Buffalo!" At his VG!ce the two dogs sprung up and uttered a warning ye l p and i11 an instant the Bravo had leaped ' \ forwar.d, seized the blankets from the ground,

THE BUFF l\LO BILL S T ORIES. 25 for, 'yith Mephisto dead, I have nothing now to conceal." "But .the Woman in Black is not here," said WUd Bill. t "Later I will account for her, also," answered the Bravo with a sn_ 1ile, as !i_ high call was heard and soon after up dashed Captain Taylor w!th a s9ore of sol diers and the fort "Hello! this looks like a slaughter here," cried . the captain; gazing up<;>n thee scene. ';Had hot work, Cody; and -I missed it, though I rode. hard,_ for Colonel ' 'I Ray learned of the big money _Kit was to bring through, so he sent m e as an escort.'' "Buffalo Bill and his pard saved the money, and us, too, after we were driven to bay," cried the Bravo. "Yes, and our brave friend h e r e is badly wounded in both arms, so look to him first, Surgeon Clark," Buffalo Bill responded. An hour after the coach started upon its way, with Buffalo Bill driving. for Keen Kit been shot in the shoulder, so r

PRIZE A NECD O T E D EPARTMENT+ .Boy s ; look on page 3 1 and s u the_ o f t h e n e w contest. We propos e to this conte st the m os t succes s fu l and ev e r con d uct ed. Fro m the s ize of the mail that Is e very dumped o n .the edit o r s des k this expectatio n bids fai r to b e rea lize d a mos t g ratifying manner T h e 'mak m orn storie are in b y the hundreds. Her e a r e s9m c o f the b est adicle s recei v ed thi s ', .. ji .. j fighti.ng the Waves. (By, Fl'eed, luckiiy we had a pair of oars, and so we thought we h .ad better slart hack for hom9. We got as fa1 as a mile w hen' ii began to jhttl)(1cr and lightning:rnd rain, .so. )Ye "eat through a litt.Jc st('aiL becwcen an isl.a11d imd t .he sliore route home, l'he ligh. ttJing .and the clnps, ofth11111 ler frigl )'icnec1 us .. tenib l y. And tbe, wjpcl \'Cl'y strong, :ind i t blew the.wrong \V;ly. .. i "'r-/ w e harl bathing suits on, as we \\'er c to. the Sk)tl. .i. ., ;. \.\"e .. e::tch took an oar and made-UJl o u r mfoc18 to get home, a n d away 1 ve went as \Ye llcver .. wctlt before, HIHl at last \re got' hq, m e a n d it 11e,cr looked us goo(l as it clirl then. \Ve .thought it 1rrts n 11\iracle we did not get sw ampec1 ... A C lose Call. ..... . (By Ross R. New London, Conn.) : Not long il'go .whcn I was fishing off t he sho1e oethe New Jiondpn lighthouse, I saw, off n litUc to the left,-an upset boat. As q u ickly< as possible I l'O\\"Cd to the over'turnccl boat; Sud-.:del'\ly off to !he 1{ght ;th_ere came the'sonncbof a human voice. 1 looked, hut saw nothing. I and ;:igailT heard the .-snrl'rc s1Ju1Ht. Agr1in I looked auc\ 'sa1v a boy of about lift'een yeal'-5 i n the mer. I did not' hes,itate, bttt quickly made my \vay to where l had seen him, bnt when I got there he \Y:ts nowhl\re'to lie seen. I sta)J1en we sqdClel1ly l'ame


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 27 upon Dan Burke, a neighbor. We told him what we were chasing and he quickly joined us. We came to a small creek and went to the other side, but found no trail there. Dan said: "Maybe he went down the creek." Dan was on one side and I on the other, and grandfather had run down the stream. I didn't notice that the stream was growing wider and looking to the other side I did not see anything of Dan or grandpa. Just then I heard a low growl, and looking around I saw the bear. I started to run and slipped and fell. On came the bear. He raised his paw and gaye me a shove and into the water I went. The bear stepped into the water and took me by the collar and pt11led me out. His little eyes were all bloodshot, and he was snapping his jaws and bending ornr me. I thought it was all ovet with me when there came a sharp crack of a rifle near by, followed by two more. The bear fell over me and tb::it was all I knew. When I came to, gratidfather wa& bending ove1 me, and Dan Burke was examining the bear. We went home and got a wagon and team, ancl grandpa and Burke came back after it and took it home. Next day they Flkinned it. It was a large cinm1mon bear, and it hacl been killing cattle all qround there. I went home two days later, and don't want any more bear in mine. Through the Ice. (By C.0J. Tedford, Yonkers, N. Y. ) I read the Ruffalo Dill Stories, so I thought I would enter the Anecdote Priiie Contest. Last winter I, with a party of friends, went skating. All of us had skates except three. When we went on the ice to skate we warned the young lads not to com e on, but they did not heed our warning. We were skating around and did not notice them ou the ice, bl'eaking it with a big stone. Suddenly the ice cracked, and down went the three of them. We got to them as fast as we could nnd pulled them out. There was a fnrmhouse near, and we took them there. The farmer was kind-hearted and took them in, warmed their hands and feet and gave them dry clothing. You b e t those lads never went skating any more. A Narrow Escape. (By L. J. Leutsch, St. Pa11l, Minn.) Being a reader of your famous Buffalo Bill Weekly, I read about your prize conte t.. I thought I wo11ld try and get oue of your pl'izes. Here's my st .ory: About eight yen!'s ago, when I was about nine years old, I had a very nat'row escape from being run over by a freight train. I nnd some othe1 bojs of my n g e we!'e in the habit of picking wild along the rail!'oad tmcks every morning dudng the month of .11mc. One day while ret.urning from pie.kingroses we crossed a bed of sant! stickers. I, being bare footed, got my feet foll of them. Seeing no frnin co:ning, I sat down on the trnck to rid myself of them. While doing this a freight train was coming along at u pretty rapid gait. But being so busy trying to get rid of the stickers, I did not notice its coming. I just had a few more to take off my feet when I heard a whistle that nearly denfened me. On lookinR' up, I saw a tmin not more than three away from whe!'e I sat I just had time to jump when the train sizzed by. You can bet that I never went pie iug reses after that without ha dug my shoes on. Held Up. (By 'fracy J. Atnold, Pa.) I lived in a little town called Hites when I was about sixteen years old. About a mile fron1 where I lived was a town alled New Kensington. I used to go over to New Kensington three times everv :week to see my friends and have some fun. I had to g0 along very dark road and then cross the river. There were but few house11, and far apart. One night when I was going home two men went over the bridge ahead of me. I had about four dollars and twenty cents with me. I thought I would fool them if they went to hold me up. I put two silver dollars in my s)10es, and t:wo paper bills in my hat, and left the twenty cents in my pocket. About half-way home the two men stepped out in front of me and one had a revolYeT pointed at my head. He said : "Give us all money you have got or I will shoot you." I put my hand m my pocket and drew the twenty cents out and gave it to the other man. "How much?" asked the man with the revolve!'. "Twenty cents," answered the other man. "He has more than that. Search him." He searched me, but could not find the rest. They tied me to a tree and went away. I called for help and a man came and cut the ropes, and I went on home a loser of only twenty cents. Caught in a Storm. (By J,awrence Salzer, New York.) When I was ten years olu, my father bought a yacht in Cleveland and had it brought to Auburn and launched it near Buck's Point on Owasco Luke. Every Saturday father and I would take a sail across the lake. Father promised to let my playfellow and I take a sail ae far as Cascade, a point twelve ,miles 11p the lake. On April 4, which was my birthday, father said: "Lawrenee, you and Joe can have wish to-day, but be very careful and keep near the shore." These were our instructions when Joe and I started for the lake. We walked through the park for a while waiting for t .he car to take us to Buck's. When we arrived there we tugged and hauled at our bont until we had hc1' out where the water was less shallow. Joe sat at the bow end, thinking he would fish, while I tended the sailing. We had sailed about tbtee miles when the sun disappeared behind a black cloud. Then it started to thunder. Joe urged me to return, but I w11s determined to reach Cascade. Suddenly a blinding flash of lightning seemed to tear the clouds and tl1e rain poured down in torrents. Joe screamed in terror. It mude my hair stand on end. The boat tipped to one side and I bad lost the use of my handsin my fright. Quicker than a "snap" the boat capsized, throwing Joe about fottr feet away from me. I swam over to Joe and held him by his collar, hotc1ing on to the boat with my other hand. My shouts brought an old camper to our rescue, and when we recovered from ou1 miraculous experience we seemed to be ten ye111s older. I am seventeen years old and a reader of the Buffalo Bill storie s An Adventure in a Cave. (By W. C. Knotts, Ohio.) One morning Walter Deckman, whose nickname was "Balrty,'' and Harry Bowers of Cant-0n, Ohio, whose nickname was "Toot," and I at the square of our beauti ful village. We were tryrng to decide on some place to go to. We then decided, to go to the precious mines of Malvern, where pieces of money of al1 descriptions ai;id $keletons of human beings have been found. We took the nearest route, by: which we ha

28 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. see in t11ere, so ''"e c:i.me out, 1o i:;o in the "Olrl Cave." Luck had it that tbe guards were not back yet. We then entered the" Old Ca,,e," \.Ve had to crawl. I went fit'St, t hen '"foot,'' and t hen "Baldy. We went in nbout ninety feet :pil l took in the situation. We cottlrl see the precious metal shining in the rnck, but we were afraid to take any for fear of the guards. We crawled about ten feet farther when I stopped suddenly. "'foot" cnme bumping up against me with his head down. 'fhey were anxious to know what the trouble was. I told 1hem not to stir. 'l'hen I pointed to a large crevice in the rockb. There were two gleaming balls of fire looking us in the face. "Bnldy," who was in the rear, did not wait to be ,excused, but made a bolt for the O}Jening of the eave. "Toot" followed. 'f11ere I was, all alone in a cave so low and nanow I could not turn around. I \\"flS so frightened I dicl not know what to do. But l gathere: on the Jake, in the summer uigllts. One night in July, about t ,hc hour of St:Yen o 'clock, one of the boys and myself, after having done our "ork, went flown to the harbo1-, l.Joarderl our boat, and commenced to rig her out for a sail tllat night. Havillg got :ill rea

THE BUff l\LO BILL STORIESo Then we thought .that we were but I happened to think I had some reel pepper in my pocket, and I reached in quickly and got it and threw it into the bear's eyes just as he was going to leap on Bev. It blinded him for a while, and we took our chance and ratt for the camp, arriving ilfely. It was certainlv a nanow escape. We shot that morning one wild turkey a11d eleven sqhinels. Squeezed in a Crowd. (By Oscnr Penny, Chicago, Ill.) I will tell you of my experience in Chicago the day of the parade for from 8 a. m. to 3 p. m. I did nothing but look death in the' face. If the reader was in Chicago that day he can realize some of my experiences, for on the lltreet there was, nothing but a mass of people, some lighting, othcrF fointing I was weak, a s I hacl not had anytl1ing to eat or

30 THE BUFF J\LO BILL STORIESo have p erished from hunger, as it was a desoiate island the y had been. w r ecked on. 'rhe vess el '.was bound to M e xico, and John Burke was landed in V era Cruz without money or friends. But h e did not de spair, and joine. d a wagon train going on the t ons trail into New M e xico. From place t

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