Buffalo Bill at Painted Rock, or, After the human buzzards

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issued Weekly. By Subscription $2. 50 per year. Entned as Second Class Matter at New York Post Office by STREET & SMITH, 2,]8 William St., N. Y. No. 41. Price. Five Cents. 0:-IE BY 0:1."E TIIE B CZZARDS WERE OVERWHELMED BY TRE RUBBING W UNTIL AT LAST DUSENBURRY ALONE WAS VISIBLE. 1


. rnorsrs A WEEKLY PUBLICATION DEVOTED TO 60RDER HI bStUd Weelly. By Su6scrrp tion S2so per year. Entn-ed as Second Class Mattnat t/11: N. Y. Pos t Ojfia, by STREET c!I: SMITH, 2.]S Wt71iam St., N. Y Entered accordi'nK to Act of Con,yr ess in tire year 1902, i n the Offiet of the Li/Jrart'an of Cott:;ress T.Vasht'ngton. D. C No. H. NEW YORK, February 22, 1902. Price Five Cents BUFFALO BILL AT PAINTED ROCK; \ ' OR, 1\fter tl1e Human Buzzards. By the author of "BUFFALO BILL." CHAPTER I. A THREE-CORNERED GAME. Buffalo Bill and a trio of pards, Wild Bill, Texas Jack and a Crow Indian, were on the t r ail of the Human Buzzards, the worst band of outlaws that eyer infested a border country. Once before Buf falo Bill had encountered the Buzzards, and almost wiped them from the face of the earth, but their lead er, Chilturn, a n Englishman, had escaped, an d had soon recruited his band again to its full strength. Buffalo Bill, hearing of thi s, had taken the trail after the Buzzards, followed by a band of well-armed citizens of Goldeena. These men marched on foot. The Buzzards, who once before h ad burned Goldeena almost to the ground in a raid, had recently carried off all their horses. They were, consequently thirsting for vengeance upon the outlaw s. The advance sco u ts of Buffalo Bill's party were o n the stagecoach trail jus t as a coach, bound west, came in sight with a full load of passengers," and pursued by a band of Indians, who were hidden from the passengers by a cloud of dust w hich enveloped them. That the band of Buzzards were also near, watching for the coming coach and it s rich fr eight, the scouts did not then suspect. Chi lturn, t he Demon Man Killer, and his outlaw herd saw the Indians, and decided that they would al low the Indians and passengers to fight it out. "Then," said their leader, "we can swoop down on the v ic tors. The Ind ians will obey us because we have t he totem o f their tribe."


--T H E B UFF J\LO BILL This sac r ed totem h ad been on a pre v i o u s rai d b y the Buzza r ds. But Tom Tur m oi l who stole i t from t h e Indians, had nea rl y l os t h i s life in do ing so. But n eithe r the Bad People, as the marau d ing Indians were called, nor the Buzzards s uspected that B u ffalo B ill and h i s comrades were wa tching and wa i t ing for t ime of action, and in h iding near the scene where the attack on the coach must be made. A breeze follow ing the coach a lready enveloped it a n d t he p la in around with clouds of whi t e dust, w hi c h h i d all from v iew, a n d was favora b le to the sco u ts. It was a game of watching and waiting until the tim e came for deadly action, the Bad People against the coach, the scouts against the Indians, and the latter with the Buzzards CHAPTER II. TII HUMAN WOLVES. The quick eye of Clint Burdsall, the driver of the coach, eve r on the alert for clanger, saw in a lift of the (lust cloud for an instant, other clouds upon each side. and keeping even with his coach. At once Driver Burdsal l set his team agoing. The passengers on the coach were a party of \'11! elsh rnine r s on their way to mines in the Far \ Vest Their spokesman asked the driver \Vhy he had increased the speed of his horses. "Do you see those clouds of dust?" asked Clint. Yes." "They conceal Indians." rfhe man says these are Indians," interpreted the dians galloped to unite, confe r w ith the ch i efs for fina l orders, and dash at t h e coach fro m a number of points at once in order to confuse t h e defenders. T h ey had not imagi ned fro m t h ese stout men, who, in their du s t-coats, looked like corpulent citi zens, such a reception as they got. For newcomers, they stood this war cry very well. "Don't forgit," said the driver, "to clap the shooter to my ear, let her rip, if we lose the day. These are Sioux, the worst stripe, and I don't want t h em to hcv the handling of me \ \hen the battle is over. See?" The next to him on the whiphancl nodded. "Thar is a prej ud ice out here for a white man to keep hi hai r on to be buried. But I reckon you will want all your cartridges to guard your own," muttered Clint The station dotted up a litt l e beyond, over a slight roll. "If we reach that 'ere little house," said Burdsall, to give his passengers some hope, "we may stand 'em off-they are awfully skeered to keep u2 a siege, as this is no desert, mind, and the sogers or rustlers will happen a l ong.'" The brakes were off, the l ines were let out just r ight and the whip cracked. The horses. had shivered when they heard the wa nvhoop. T h e s m ell of Indians and Indians' horses always affects domesti c animals. These three span \Vere in a fever when thus they got the hint "get up and dust." "Get ap !" roared Burdsall, so different from the dry, measured voice in which he told stories. T)1ese foreigners may have had some experience spokesman to those on the top, while one of them re-in English stages on a road. But, though peated the terse explanation to those inside. The \iVelshmen were some Sheffield revolvers of the bulldog pattern, which might not do in a saloon for fancy shooting, but, close to, would make deadly havoc. A fearful yell, the warwhoop of the Sioux, sounded t o the rear; on both <>ides the tvvo companies of In\ a good pace is kept there, it was nothing to that in which the alarmed horses started. They went by leap s and bounds, and at the first pull o u t, "snatched" the vehicle from the flight of arrows and bullets Two young braves had clashed forward, thinking to cut clown the leaders. but this sudden spring, up set t h em, literal ly. One was knocked out of t h e sad-


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 3 dle, and rolled in the sands, iaughed at by his friends, He sent out a cry of agony, and, the lash still hold who enjoyed any cruel mishap. The other, thrown ing, he was yanked out of the sacfdle, and hurled on the second span, was let fall betvveen them to the ground. The coach gave a high hump as the wheels rebounded off his body. "Save the pieces!" shouted the driver. "Stretch yerselves and light out. Ef you can't drop Injin hosses, then you are a discredit to your rearin' lviosey-zip the company pays breakage! oh, will you break yer backs?" For only a few minutes did the race continue. Burdsall soon. perceived that something wrong had happened at the station. There was a blackened spot where the station had been wiped out by the Indians some time before, the road strewn with the fragments of the keeper's few household effects, the blood splashes, the council fire -quite enough for him to divine that those who pursued him had settled with the station before they went to meet and make the surround of his coach. Oppressed by discouragement, he must' have pulled in the lines, for the horses relaxed their strides, though scared. The Indian arrows flew with good aim through the swirling clouds of saline dust, red eiuth in powder and the crushed limestone rock, ail hot from the sun, which almost melted the metal in the mountains All suffocated, the Vv elshmen fired at random at the dark figures, which formed a moving ring around them, and lanced at them with spears, or returned their fire. One of them leaned out from his pony and cut the traces of the near horse of the middle team. This brought all to a halt in a few more turns of the wheels. Sunk in the sand, they were effectually blocked. Clint laid his aggressor out promptly. "Hinder my bosses?" he cried, angrily. He let out his long whip with the skill of the Western stage driver, and with uncommon force. The snakelike lash curled round and round the Sioux's neck and face, and t h e flicker snapped in h i s eyes among the bunched horses' hoofs. They were dancing like deer on a coiled serpent. This made the third Indian whom they had trampled and cut to pieces. In the meantime the Sioux came down in a mass as the vehicle finally stopped. In their excited love o! the hunt and the expectation of slaughter, they were blind and deaf to the of a group of their own who kept o u t of the chase. These, to the number of ten, acted as a reserve. That guard, drawn off the road on a butte, where the Medicine Rock may have stood, saw the Buz zards in more than one place and gave the alarm, but uselessly. Their friends had their hands full with the stage I passengers. \i\ T hile Clinton Burdsall lashed the Sioux, as soon as the vehicle stopped, these \i\T elsh miners on the top, who were not too badl y wounded, tumbled down and joined their mates who had already stepped out upon the ground-some one side, some the othe. r. But all were armed, and all were inspirited with the same determination to show that they had lost nothing of their bravery because they had to fight on the f plains of the Platte. The peaceful conveyance, for once, vomited armed men, and the Indians recoiled, dashed for the instant. These chunky, burly men, with square, hard faces, were resolved to sell their lives dearly. Seeing this bold front, Clint, though hit, fired a Mexican b lunderbuss at the reds, and, under cove r of its smoke, got down, cut the traces of the horses to add to the and, perhaps, let one or two clear to carry the news of the disaster to the first stables they might reach. Then, hplcling this knife in his hand, he took out a large revolver with his other-for Clint was left-handed-and blazed away. "Ha, ha!" cried he, in reply to the taunting yells of the attackers, "tackled the wrong kind of cat. You are not going to hitch us to the tails of your war-


4 \fH.E BUFF J\L O BILL STORIES. ponies and plow the dust with us this trip. Go it, my British friends; I'll eat my boots before I ever say a hard word against your country. You weren't so ciable wuth a cent, but the style in which you use them p layed-out kind o' shooters makes me warm to'ard ye. Let 'em have it! if only because they have massacred poor old Bob, that never did ill to none and always had a cup of hot coffee for the busted miner creeping back to the railroad l ine for another send-off." The Wel sh did not half-understand his words, but his actions were too much like theirs not to make him their brother. Astounded at being met so intrepidly, and with holes in their ranks, the Indians bore back a little. "This is our chance," said Burdsall; "if we can't git inside that house we may still stand them off One of the bosses, I think, has taken to the road, and will give the alarm." It was not bad advice, for the coach, with only its blinds, would not hold out long, into a fort. The plains Indians, too, are loath to en ter houses and often content themselves with a vol ley in at the window before galloping off in baffled spite. But the vVelshmen were not willing to leave their wounded to the savages, of whose cruelty they had, if possible, an exaggerated idea. When Clint made his rush, after firing his last shot, but one, at the redskin charging down nearest, he was unaccompanied. Half-way to the station, a gleam Gf hope lit up his agonized visage. He had seen the Buzzards. He did not like their looks, but, in such straits, a man does not his qwn will side with him "Hurrah for our folks!" he shouted, with his remaining breath. "Come on, for they are half-licked and another player taking a hand will flax them." The Buzzards sat their horses as statues might, and all their gaze was directed to the back of the b ouse. "Oh, Lord I" groaned Cli11t, stopping, though he knew a reel horseman or two were at his heels; "they are white-they hear me, and they don't pay a least bit of 'tention." "\Ve are Buzzards of t he Boneyarcl," one of the strange cavalry deigned to reply to the disappointed wretch. He felt chilled to the core. On seeing the bandits advance out of cover, the Indians massed themselves round the coach. They had to face both ways, for the miners yet resisted. The \Velshmen were antagonists such as they had seldom met. They did not shout jests or encouraging shouts. 'i hey comforted one another with looks alone. They had exhausted all their shots. They were fighting now with terrible weapons for hand-tohand encounters. With mattock, pick and drill-sledge, these sons of the ancient Britons literally crushed and split whoever dared to iet stroke. The frightened waaiors drew off, and cowardly at them. They had, with Burdsairs hits included, killed over twenty of the reds, and those whom they had wounded with their strange arms would never be cured by Indian surgery. A fresh incident roused them out of the stupor into which the sanguinary stand had plunged them. They were not given time to challenge. them, for a cry of astonishment rose from the squad which was 111 reserve. Torn Turmoil, having prepared the best horse for the rus h darted out of the company of his friends They saw one of the outlaws ride forward bearing the totem, that sacred battle flag of their tribe. It was Tom Turmoil, Chi lturn's lieutenant, who had succeeded in stealing it some time before from the Indians CHAPTER III. TOM TURMOIL. Buffalo Bill and his friends were around-nay, on the spot.


THE BUFF J\LO Bi'Ll STORIES. 5 The scouts saw the singular action of Tom Tur moil without understanding it for a time. Great as was the experi ence of Buffalo Bill, Hikok and the Crow, they had never known the totem to be carried thus by a white party. The Crow was equally struck by surprise. "It is the totem," he was the first to say, as Tom Turmoil drew near the unsuspected hollow'. "He has stolen all that is sacred, and those who follow must kill him, though they themselves are slain." "But, look," cr ied Jack; "those who are also in the rush of the fugitive 's color, s hoot at him not at the reds." He spoke the truth, for the Buzzards pretended an attack on Turmoil in order to let the reds think that they were rescuing their totem for them. "We must shoot those white men!" cried Buffalo Bill. "All the mischief out here is caused by renegades, and those who go back on their blood." Jack and the two Bills, crouching among the red quartzite bowlders, and ferns and compass plants, commanding the gully by which sole l y the va l e could be entered, fired alternately on the reds and the whites with splendid impartiality. It was too late to save Tom Turmoil entirely, for already he was the butt of an almost general dis From both former friends and eternal ene mies the missiles flew, and it was a miracle that he was not killed. On the other hand the riders were decimated, then reduced to half their number. Tom had turned in the saddle, wild with rage at being shot really by hi s own comrades, and, g u essing at last that their captain had played h im false, no le ss than he had Fly Frqnk. But his sp ine was injured, or the muscles near the middle of the back, for he Jet fall rifle and reins. But h e reflected that the s hots which flashed from the mound's center must be friendly, since they mi ssed him and punished his slay ers. He thought to place the totem in their hands rather than let his commander gain it. He whipped hi s h o r se with a flagging hand. The horse, there-fore, following by in sti nct the path wh i ch the Ameri cans had pursued, found the way into the g ully In the mouth of it his horse r eceived a shot or two which turned out fatal. It dropped in such a way a s to b lock the passage. The totem was in the power of the scouts. But the three whites had not slackened their at. tack to coun: the gain, any more than to succor the fallen bandit, who remained on the grourid near his expiring horse. T h e ir mission for .the present was to destroy every one of the double squad s of Tom's pursuers. Three \\'ho began to beat a retreat were picked off, ana so the plain was animated solely by the riderless horses scurrying at random. The dead bodies testified to the danger of approaching the hunter's fort. As Tom and the totem we re 111 the holl ow, the Sioux, and the Buzzards at the station, were al ike in ignorance of their fate. To their eyes it seemed that Tom Turmoil had killed all the pursuers and disappeared in some sink hole-a pit where a riv e r plunged. "Those were good cartridges we bought at the fort," remarked \i\Tild Bill, "and not one has mi ssed going off "Not a body moves,'' added Jack, while the Crow scalped tl19se corpses which hecould reach by crawling out without exposi11g him self to discovery. "The Sioux are coming." "No, Jack, they are not. Those recreant are holding them in check. I warrant that this rash act of the lone horseman was not a freak, but part of a plan. If the Englishman commands there, and I think I s e e s uch a figure, the wiii have ;i tougher crow -to pick than we can offer here. Mean ti me, let us look to .an explanation from this fell ow "I am afraid that t he fellow is badly plugged," said Wild Bill :is the three stood by the wounded man, while the friendly Crow watched at the gully outlet. "Yes, and this which went through him is an /.


6 THE BUFF J\L O Bl LL STORIES. Apache arrow," said the leader, picking up a reddened arrow. "Running Eagl e has brough t some of his young men u p here." "They will wish they had staid south of the State line," returned Texas Jack; "I have some old scores to wipe off with them." The horses of the two Sioux and of the bandit \Vere hopelessly hurt; they had to butcher them. When. Tom saw .t he knife at work, he shuddered. He must have thought that it would be his turn. He was r esolved to die. "It's Tom Turmoil," said Wild Bill. "Fly Frank h ad not a firmer, closer friend. It was he who was t he figurehead of the robber host, while the gambler played us in the town and learned who was worth stripping on the home trail. A man's a wolf who lets a wolf go. Shall I knife him?" he demanded, in a business t one "Don't," interposed Buffalo Bill; "I have not lost cotifide n ce in my fellowman yet, when he owes gratitude. How i s he h urt?" "Oh, he will pull through! He is tough as an old bull's hide, and he has no conscience to keep him sick abed," bitterly sa i d Bill Hikok. "He has boasted that he has killed ninety-nine men," went on Texas J ack. "He came out a brazen illlage in Carson, bragging that he had made a clean sweep of a who l e family in Tennessee in the mountains somewhere--" "It was a hot-whisky yarn, Jack," interrupted the bandit, wit h a better spirit since these men had pronounced his hurts not fatal. "They talk so wide of the mark in the Southwest that it fakes a big liar to hold up his end." "He offered to kill me and my deputy for an X apiece in Pat Flynn's saloon in the canteen at Fort Niobrara," said Wild Bill. "Only gas, Bill," said the craven. "Don't ride me clown, gentlemen, when I am flat in the dust, in a manner of speaking_:_'speshfully when you larn what I h ave done for you." "A h eap you have don e for u s." "Yes, gents, at l east, it will turn out for your ben efit. I am telling the truth. I am a dead 'un-pisoned In the rumpus when the fire broke out and up Golcleena, I must have stubbed my toe ag'in the pisoned knife of that durned sneak, Frank, the S port, for I fee l the hot blood sizz ling m my veins, and I believe that the new ruler of the roost I affirms-that I shall never make old bones. "You never got near that knife, for I had the blade trod under my boot," said Buffalo Bill. "Ain't it rather injudicious, as a man may say, to cheer me up thus?" inqu ired Turmoil. "No, for while we are disinclined to serve you, the same delicacy does not exist in Tawatsee the Crow, and we think of retiring while he has a few minutes' conversation with you, with his scalper in hand." Tom winced. "Come, you won't do that. Let me be useful to you, for I ;;ee that we are all in a pretty close fix. It is a pretty fort you have here in this sun-baked desert, but when the Inj!ns and my late comrades unite for a grand surround and drive you out, you will have to go up." "You are away off. In the first place, "the reds will not intrude. "Not when they see that you have laid flat all the detachment which they sent after me?" "They will l ay that on your shoulders. A man who brags of having ninety-nine death-notches on his rifle stock, you know." "They have eyes, these Sioux, and they see the bullets never came out qf one barrel." "They will not walk into our parlor, Tom. On the flat rock yonder is a picture which will deter them. It pictures the hanging of Old Arketcheta, the Brave Soldier, and three or four of his band, and your red friends believe that the soul of a hanged man being unable to quit the body from the halter tightening, haunts the scene of the execution. Consequence is, they will not pass that memorial, and there 1s no other way." "They will sit down and starve you out." "They won't come up to see how we are thinning, for we can kill everything that comes within range. Besides, look how things grow here-we can find fat roots and live for months." Tom glanced at the monstrous vegetation, tfianks to the cease less moisture; pigweecl as big in the flower as a sombrero, and other plants flourishing in richness. If the red buffalo were still here, the party might have stood siege for a season. "Well, if you can defy the Sioux, it is different with the Buzzards They would pass the real men hanging. It is not ghosts that worry them. They have each a file of spooks haunting them, I suppose."


THE BUFF ALO BULL STORIES. There was a pause. "Are the whites and the red vagabonds corning?" asked Buffalo Bill, noticing that the Indian was lively of eye. "No," said he, reluctantly, and vexed at seeing the bandit, whom he hoped his comrades had killed as of no use to them; "they are friendly-they are going to hold a powwow. But, first, sorpe of the robbers have slipped past the Sioux, and are watchin g this spot. They are puzzled how this man could have killed all his chasers so thoroughly." '"They will have more to guess in the next prize contest," remarked Bill. "\iV ell, Torn, you see that you are in the way. \Vhat motion do you make against our rendering you a mute and inactive witness of the little stir-up coming to pass?" "I don't want to die, Bill. I have had a chord in my heart touched, and I feel I could do a little good before I keel over. I have a mother living, gentlemen, who, in .course, little dreams that I have been kicking over the traces out here. I want t o see her once more before I die, and smooth her last years. I promise you that I will go straight to Tennessee and settle ,down-as we understand settling down in the mountains. I will hunt and kill game for tbe coal miners, who do love possum for a Sunday roas t, and still a little corn juice. They lik e that some, too." "The appeal to the olci mother is stale, Thomas. \Vhat do you offer more sensible and fresher?" "I offer you all I possess. That box wrapped in the buffler pelts is good medicine; it is the totem of these Dog-Soldiers, th0 Bad People." "Ah!" '"The totem of the Bad People."" sai d the Crow, delighted, and his eyes glistened "Their mystery?'.' "That's about right. It was the idea of Captain Chilturn to have me carry that off to hold the Sioux in a screw-vise. It i s you who. have it, as you have me, now. The Englishman would not give shucks for it, but the Injin will. Y,ou can make your own terms." "You are selling the bear in another's hands. \Ve have the totem, as you say, along with you. If you will lead your comrades into this gully, so that we can rid the prairie of the whole outfit then we will let you go to your mother, or where you will." "Betray my comrades?" "Oh, rot!" "But the captain has done the right thing for me. He may haYe been mistaken in thinking I was poisoned by Frank's toothpick, but he thought. so; he went and writ a letter to my mother, and inclosed J. thousand dollars." "Thunder!" and the t wo Bills exchanged an amused glance. "Yes, sir; Dus-enburry, another of u s, swore to the same. Now, this Dolph Dusenburry is a nigh relation of mine, and he was brung up pious-and a Band o' Hope and sich like-he would not tell a cracker over a serio1,.1s matter like a mother's affection, no, gents," "Was the letter inclosing the thousand anything like this?" Buffalo Bill held up the letter which they had found in the scattered collection of a n1.urdered express rider. "I never saw it, but--" He looked at the address, "Mrs. B. Moyle, Dickson's Center, Cumberland C i ty, Tenn." And, having spelled it out, he mechanically took the lettei, opened it, and, reading, uttered a savage oath: "Why, it don't inclose no order on a bank." "No t much." "And i t says that I was hung as a hoss-thief and murderer?" "It does so." "And it i s signed by Dusenburry and Brimfull Benner, as good friends of mine who "tended the neckpulling carousal, and see me walk off the barrel. What i s the drift of t his gentlemen?'' "Haven't you seen enou g h of Chilturn," said Texas Jack, "to know th a t he is an all-wool villain, who takes a r elish in in flicting pain, even on the undese rving? He just wanted to strike ::i blow to the old woman's heart, fo"r the pure cus secl ess of it." "Besides, he calculated o n making the news trne. He was going to sacrifice you at th e first chance." "Yes, it looks as though he meant me to be d ea d poorty soon." "He was jealous of the o ld p a rds o f Fly Frank. He wants a clear board with all new men: Do you love him now, this smart successor of Frank, who does not know what fi-clelity to a pal means?" I vvould bury Frank's bowie in him when it lvvould let him live longest in the worst anguish,. cried Tom, with a flush of honest indignation.


THE BUFF ALO B I L L STO R IES. "You may lea.ve the carving of h i m to u s, I g u e ss. Jus t you enti ce him and as many more as w ill make the proceedings, well attended unde r our rifles s a y, u p this narrow lane a nd we can dis p e n s e with that c e le brated bow i e." "Bill, I will. It was n o t a lo n g speec h b u t th i s t im e the ba n dit me a nt all he s aid. "It i s t i m e yo u c a m e to some arra ngement ," ob s e r vi>d \ V ild Bill, f o r h e r e c o me the r e d s a n d t h e whit es, min g l ed. And judging b y the clatter the I .n jin s a r e ki c kin g up ;:l o n t want their totem b a d?" "They will all get t o t em-re d -ho t ," sai d B uffal o Bill oilin g the work s o f hi s magazine r ifle w hil e all made prepa rati o n s t u ve rif y his anno uncement. To an outsider, the unconcern w i t h wh i c h th ey a w aited the ad v ance of t he u n it ed ene m ies in a body wa s s t a ggerin g T h ey pres ented a horrible ancl menacing face. It wa s clj-1.r tha t the trea cherou s King Buzzar

T H E B U F F ALO B I LL STORIES. Running Eagle, I little thougl

!O THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. have other fish to fry, as we must make a long circuit to COff!C out around Goldeena without exciting sus p1c10n. I do not care so much as the Sioux do about delivering Tom to them alive; but you must haul ont the totem and let the,rn have it. They are to rendez ,,ous with you, perhaps with me, bearin g prizes m the Sierra, near our nest. Go in and win." Dusenburry had already learned that he was under the call and beck of one who was not pleased with slowness in obedience. He was silent, and he yielded. They had seen Torn. The riumber of the bandits sent in mock chase of him agreed with the tally of the dead. If he had killed them, h e was the renegade the chi ef pronounced him and his lif e was for-. feit. "Still, it is hard to turn a white man over to the reds, and that man once a companion," grumbled .Dusenburry. "But on;lers are orders. Corne on, boys, we have to pull out Turmoil, and that totem, which the Inji1i sot so much store on. Pack of su perstitious idiots," he continued; "but I wish that they had not backed out, on the ground that this place is haunted by spooks and sich." They gathered together for the support of one an other, opposed by the gloominess of the narrow, en trance into the gorge so lovely by day. In spite of the dusk, the flat face of the painted rock displayed its curious and fantastic lines; by some natural trick, the mineral and metallic earths which the Crow chief had used to daub on the iines glowed by thei'r own luster. It was not hard to trace the figures, especially of hanging ones, which seemed animated. The other heads, faces in full, with egg-shaped eyes, lolling tongues, distorted features and devilish ears sticking up like horns, also had a lifelike semblance. The bandits raised a laugh to encourage each other, but they did not pass this stone without a shudder. All was silent, for the flow of water. Re freshing and rare soand in this arid desert at other times, at this dread l1'JLlf the robbers heard it w.ith fright. Water rising from the earth, so parched and 'rainless, and flowing around their feet. It might be said that it ran behind rock which formed for :t way the wall on one ;,;.1de of the channel. They stopped, and the least alarm would have made them recoil in panic. Fortu11ately, Dusenburry recognized the solitary form which in human shape appeared in the path where it 'Videi1e(l.' "It is Tom, only Tom !" l 1e cried, loudly, g)ad to hear his own voice in U ,e lon eliness. "Corne on! l say, Tom, we are not to be treated like those other fel10\1s. '\Ve don't want to hurt you, even for shooting back on our pads, but you have got to come in. The cap says so." To him, so soon ::tftf'r Chilturn had seized the rems, this 1\"as an unan::,vverahle argument. "Your captain is a villain, and you are ano.ther. S'pose yo u think to play me for a fool. You are :1 nice cully to forge a letter to an old woman, a-sorrer iBg for her son out in th' wilderness, and announce that he had been lynched for firing a town and cut ting some bloody didoes." "Oh, you know the cards under the table?" said the other, to gain time:, while he whispered. "Make a rus h at my \\'Orel, boys." "I know more than that-I know that you have all been lured into a safer trap than you and him tried to 'tice this child into." "A trap? Your deathtrap, Tom! Sail 111. boys--" But all at once a torch blazed out near the late lieutenant of the BL1zzards. And in its reel glare they saw three white men leap up around him. A copper-hued shape the picture rock also was vis ible in the flare. He had a sort of bar of wood, and with it pried the immense mass on which h e stood into movement. It must have been undermined by the water, diverted from its channel, 'or the whole was displaced 2.S easily as though on a s lide. In another minute the rock had slipped clown and blocked up the retreat. Light as a panther, the Crow Indian, for he had executed this feat, landed on the other side of the gully. He drew rmincl to his front the rifle which he hacl ca'rriccl in its sling upon his back. He held the rear of the bandits at his mercy. "Buffalo Bill !" "Wild B ill!" "And Texas Jack," said that redoubtable worthy himself, as he had not oeen so promptly identified. Their rifles were on the level toward the Buzzards' breasts as they huddlecl up together, unable to back


THE BUFF A L O B I L L STORIE S. 1 1 out as they came upon the heels of those whom the Crow had halted. "We give it up," cried some of the bandits. "You have nothing fo give-your lives themselves were forfeited long ago," replied Wild Bill. "You talked about sailing in. Do your sailing. I reckon you will go to smash on the rocks i n your course." At the same instant both parties fired. Those shots on the higher ground were the more effective. the hunters shot again, they had only their o w n number to go down into the bottom to grapple with. But they did not descend. They fell back under cover, dragging with them Tom Turmoil. He had not any arms to shoot at his former comrades, but he wanted to taurit them and crow over them in their misery. They remained in the depth, afraid to climb up forward, and unable to surmount the rolled-down rock which towered over their heads. "The cowards,'' sai

I 1 2 THE BUFF /\LO B ILL found the way by it, and rendered his arm useless with a stab in the shoulder. Then, deftl y throwing the noose over t.he wounded man's neck, he called OHt in a voice d isguised by placing his hand over his l ips. He swam about while the others, uniting their powers, jerked the bandit out and up the slimy bank. "Hold hard!' cried Buffalo Bill, of a s u dden. "It i s as heavy as though we had the pair on the line." They all looked :wer the crest and their eyes were almost on a level with the staring ones of the bandit. strangled. "Hi m no warrior to die by steel and lead, said the chief, climbing out of the pit, and shaking himself l ike a water dog. "Hirn band by the hoss rope." "It was destined," said Buffaio Bill. "Just so," added Texas Jack; "as our Spanish neighbors say, a clog must die a dog"s death." "You haven' t any tose for him, much," Torn hastened to say. "If t lwre is any truth i n what he said, and it sounds true that the captain should play this trick with the station coach, why I can do all the lead ing required into our c.:n of the Buzzards, p layed his c a r d well i n the makeup of the coach he intended to send through to Goldeen a with h is own men dis-' g u ised as Indians and passengers. He was sure that i1e could thus pick up, glad to get out of the ruined town, some passengers for ransom and a quantity of t reasure bound for Deadwood. If recogni zed as a fra u d, then t h e bogu s driver and his pretended must be the s u ffere rs. Luke Leroy tooi< the coach into Goldeena all right; his passengers, claiming to be Engl ish travelers, did not dismmmt; the horses were changed for a fresh team; a gentleman and his daughter, wi t h others, were glad to get seats in the extra coach, which again started on its way. Chilturn s game had been successful. The road outside of the blackened town was lonely, and yet Miss Mount woul d not let herself be d u ll. It seemed her place as an American to enli ven these poor wanclere!s over three thousand miles oi ocean and two of country, after their sad and eventful e xperience with the original occupiers of the plains. She wa s as merry as a bird, and her father, not very genial, unbent, and, hes ides joining in t h e la ugh, told one or two tales, which were for h i m pretty funny. In the distance, set off by the Sierra, the town lights sparkled like the stars above, but soon they v..-ere dropped. They were on the true desert. The passei1gers in the conspiracy exchanged sign i ficant glances, but :isked no words; they had noth ing to do but wait for t h e stop by their comrades. If that attack did not come, they might find themselves in the wrong ocx at Deadwood. The d river was "wanted" for some misdemeanors, and they had a bit of a record w h ich vvou l d have resulted i n a lynching if published. Suddenly the stage came to a stop. The p utting down of the brake was speedy and s hook everybody u p. The explanation wits quick in coming. All heard above the din of the horses getting in a crowded-up state and kicking, a sharp, clear, stern v01ce : "Halt, Mr. .Driver!" Then on all sides, vo i ces more harsh, b u t as menacing, shouted: ''Hold up your hands!" The reply of the driver was hea1cl, i n accents: "For sure. I have stopped, h'ain't I? Don't crowd a mcfn so !" "Throw down your :irms ?" said t he first voic e.


B UFFALO BILL STORIES. 13 The men on the outside did more than that-they scrambled down over the front wheels and went through the farce of sui-re11dering, with a keen enjoyment of the joke of their being made to stand by their own patds, and for the first time in their lives. Mr. Mount flung a glance out of the gap by the flap which a robber beld up to investigate the interior. A while before, he was ready to swear that the interminable waste was devoid of life-of any objects higher than his thumb. B\.tt a number of horsemen had popped up as from the ground, and beleaguered the vehicle. If the cactus and brush had been transformed into these riders, the change of the wilds into a peopled scene could not be more surpnsmg. The glance into the inside seemed to satisfy the highwayman who !:lad peeked, fot in the pause after withdrawing his head, they heard: "Pass down the express box and mail bag, or--" A gun -0r two went on cock, as if late in the .affray impending. "Now, then, the booty and the beauty," said a voice, evidently the corpmander's. Mr. Mount and his daughter exchanged a despairing look. "All out!" repeated the King Bird of the Buzzards. without waiting fo;orders, and not bearing in mind that the coach contained not only valuable prizes, but their friends, the Buzzards obeyed the natural and trained impulse of such desperadoes. They poured a volley on both sides into the con. veyance. Fortunately, Mr. Mount and his daughter were not hurt. A stable lantern \\"as swinging at a saddle hook. Some one lit the wick, and rode up with it. All those within were brought forth, dead or wounded, or unhurt. Among the latter were Mr. Mount and his child. Nevertheless, white with pallor, the poor girl presented a pitiful aspect. "Lucky for you si1e is unscathed," said Chi lturn, with a black scowl. 'J\fake haste. Pick up the hurt, remove the arms of the dead, get out the pouches of silv _er somewhere within, clean up, restore the lady and the other prison\!rs to the interior, mend the harness-and whip-ho! for our haunt in the high hills The orders were ctrried out with alacrity. Placed within, with t\'yo men, armed to the teeth, to guard them, the coach \vent off agam. But it took the back track for a piece Then, leaving the stage road at a clip and by a trail which the Buzzards were sure would be \vithout impediment up the ascent, the Deadwood coach began to climb, and climb, till it was surprising to see it poised on the height on the narrow trail, where the inner and far-projecting hubs promised to push it over int

t4 l'HE BUFF J\LO BILL STORIES. ,,. low but steady campfire light is plain over there, just where we are trying to make our way. "That," returned the Indian, with awe-"that is \ not a campfire. That is the Wizard Light." Texas Jack shook his head. "This gets me," he said .. "Oh, that is all right!" said Buffalo Bill; "it is an unaccountable light which flares up in odd places in the Rockies and the foothills. Some want to make it from volcanoes, like the yarn about Peak .. Plainly, the waste was troubled by more than the ordinary rangers. Animals not often seen clown on the bar;-en plains had come from the mountains. Witi1 the antelopes, their foes the wolves had hur They were too scared to purst.:e their prey, but they stopped to watch the five h()rsemen riding along. The track of these wild beasts reeked in pure air. As they went toward the "Hen and Chi".' ks," the hills which shelter Golcleena on the east and north, and where ti1ey expected to enter the robbers' fort, the Indian fell back frol1! scouting. "We must 'tort' ourselves," he whispered, not with fear, but with more than they often saw in him Asked .where was a commanding position before they got to the foothills, to test Turmoil's good faith, he replied that the butte they saw loom up four or five hundred yards beyond was the site of the fire, whose mystery had awed Tawatsee. It smoldered in a rocky formation, flat and sheer at the sides. He had stood a siege there, once, when Indians met him wl1en hunting alone. The only approach might be easily defended by cutting away the vines forming a natural ladder on a fl.at front of hard stone. The Crow knew nothing about it, but he went forward to investigate. Soon they heard the peep-peep of a sand crane in a joyous tone, as if it was roused by some discovery which gave pleasure. "The chief says it is all right," interpreted Buffalo Bill. "Come on, in single file, and keep the eye peeled. I feel a misgiving, and I shall be easier if we are cautious They found the Crow at the foot of a straight-upancl-down-wall of green growth, in vivid contrast with the arid plain. The .immense vines must have sent down their roots into the sunken rivers, which still flow beneath the burning sands and baked rocks. 'The ascent to the sum1nit, where the level seemed made by man with a spirit gauge, was readily ef fected. It was more hard to cut away the creepers, tough with age and dried on the outside by the sandstorms. This clone, however, they were in an impregnable castle, high enough from the general stretch to defy horsemen. Footmen could never venture to rear ladders against that granite face and attempt to clamber up while under the rifles and small arms of those dead shots. They owed T0m a good turn for this refuge, if really peril was hanging rG'ttnd. The ol!servatory was not lofty, but for the flatness round, they had an excellent view. On the desert all remained calm, with the exception of that ominous agitation among the birds and beasts. On the mountain was a red glow, not unlike that over Goldeena. "\Vhat do you call that?" they inquired of Tom.' "My old comrades holding high They will never have done celebrating their little turn-up with the Golcleena fellows, suppose." wild Bill was left beside the prisoner-pilot in the center of the plateau. while the other three diverged and went to spy the neighborhood from as many points of view. Each adopted the same tactics. As they would have been defined ag-ainst the lighter sky if they walked up to the edge, they went clown on all fours, and finally on their chest, while still atlvancing over the verge, Buffalo Bill just struck his head. Under him the stone went down sheer as though quarried out. It was where they had detached the vegetation. But to his amazement, a black mass was half-way up the smooth obstacle, clii1ging the crannies by toe and finger like a centipet.!e. "Halt!" he cried, in English, the military term being familiar to all the Indians since the soldiers harried them in the recent wars. The figure paused, and the dark face was turned upward so that a glint of the starlight was reflected in black snaky orbs. He took the challenge in good part. Holding on by one hand and his feet, and by a plant which he seized with teeth so white and strong as to prove that he was not civilized and had ahvays lived on flesh, he extended the other hand. Open thus, it signified "peace." "Dakota?" queried Bill, adding in the Sioux tongue the secret name of the nation, which few white men know, and the Indian never utters, except


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. on such emergencies, when i dentification means life or the other thing. To his astonishment the other shook his head so energetically that he plucked out the plant by root. Spitting the flinders of i t from h i s lips with re newed disgust, he said, in a hissing voice: 'Crow eats Dakota." And with his free hand, he made that imitation of flapping a wing which is the sign of the tribe to which Tawats ee, and pe rhaps himself, belonged. "This takes me off my range, thought Bi ll. He made a low, chuckling croak, like a crow, finding a squirrel's winter hoard. It was the signal call for Tawatsee to draw u p if in hearing. He was, and presen tly the scout heard a rustling as the Indian friend crept up snakily beside him He poked his head over, saw the suspended man and grunted approvingly of this daring: "What?" he demanded, in his tongue. "Absaraka," which is the Crow's name in their own way of speaking. "\rVho ?" "See-et-Eots, Nimble Thief, so n o f Mame-rike is h. "He i s the son of Man-\Vho-Rides-Behind-Another-on-Horseback," explained the chief. "Ali right; but it is a fine language to lock up all that in half-a-dozen syllables So said Buffalo Bill, with his dry humor. "Yes, I knew his fathe r ; he got the name from my carrying him off t he field from the Sioux in a battle. He had his pon y full o f a rrows in t rying to r es cue '\N hite Hat.'" "Go on chief; I take this young b lade to be \ velco111e." "In the night devil s borrow voices," said the Crow, carefully. Then to the Indian he said, in the same l ow, deep whisp e r u se d for this .interrogation: "I let down rope. Tie on your arms. This is a fort. \!Ve are surrounded by foes. \rVisdom p r eaches caution ." On <.:h e lasso reaching him, the other Crow pl a ced in the loop his gun and scalping-knife. It was not on l y evidence of trust, but of sul:5mission to his chief. The chief examined these weapons-an old Springfield carefully kept and the barrel bright as silye r ; on the stock was incised and painted a hand grabbing, t he young thief s i nsignia; t h e knife handle, o f elk-horn, was also marked with the owner's ow n and tribal brand. "It looks fair." He lowered the rope agam saymg: "Come up, if friend." By help of the line, the Indian steadily rose and stood on the brink an instant; then, having cas t a swift glance all round the flat butte, by which he took in all, he sank on his haunthes respectfully This was a fine, athl etic young fellow, talle r than usual, but he was a Mountain Crow or River o n e, and was in prime fighting t rim. He had n o weapo ns b u t his He carried a cartridge belt and p owder and ball besides; a war-party man goes in t o action with more ammunition than three soldie r s A l t o gether, Bill l iked the looks of this r eprese ntative of the great nation wh i ch numbered four thousand, but is not half that number now, with mixed bloods i n cluded Like the o l d Eastern tribes, the Crows h ave the good point of not killing women and c h il d r e n. They are about the on l y ones, save t h e i r B lackfeet brothers, who wili charge a camp i n the d ay time. Thi s one was courageous above t he average. ''O Ka hee," said the Crow, comman di n g "Atten tion." With a wave of his hand he allowed t he .other to retake his weapons; he was accep t ed ''.The news?" "Cheveete is no more. The Master o f Breath (of Life) has taken hi m to H im. He told the p a le faces of a gold mine The co un cil o f chief s pronounced a death se ntence; h e we n t out and passed over the range i n t o the Happy H un ti n g Grounds on thei r top." "Iron Bull dead, eh?" m uttered Bili, who h a d caught the title "And you are chosen first chief," conti n u ed t h e young Indian, making a reverence to his chief. The latter showe d no e motion though hi s pride was gratified "It is good. In the gath eri n g o f the chi e f s is wi s dom. I will be t h e chief." S itting up prou dly, h e proceeded in a lu stier voice: "Who leads the par ty, and i ts strength? h as wit h h im forty K ee-Katsa (Crows) and ten or twe l ve Nez-Perc es "Has He-Hunts-HisD e b t got i t Pa i d yet?" "No ; h e s till chases the Sioux to get quits. We


THE BUFF .i\LO BILL STORIES. came out of the mountain poor (on foot); we all have horses which we recaptured (stole)." "Fifty men well armed and horsed," observed the chief with sparkling eye. "I place them, like myself, under this brother's orders; for he is a great and clari .ng leader." ''Good! I see that you have hold o f my heart-lov;e me. returned the white man. "\\' e can clo something big now ., \ V hile the yo un g savage handed to his superior a kind of neckl ace of beads and animals' teeth, strung on leather so as to be a picture to the touch, "read able'' in the night, which was the great chief's token, the scout reflected. In a few seconds he had a new plan in shape. lt is i11 such rapid changes and adaptation to fresh emergencies that the whites go ahead of the reds and impress them \Yith their superior gifts. Tawatsee had named Buffalo Bill to his young friend, \Yho regarded him w ith respect. "This is w;1at you shall do. Bring all the force to the base of this plateau. Have you located the Sioux?" "Most of them are to th e north and east of this rise. A few are at the other side. This ridge di v ide s them. \ Ve were going t o fali on the lesser party at daybreak and sl ay them all; but I struck the trail of my chief and our b:-other s and I came to con fer on him the rank to \\"hich none had greater claim." "How shall \\e put the Sioux to Hight, being one to their ten?" said the elder Cro\>;. ''Easily enough. That is by my witchcraft. The first chief," for the first time g iving the Crow the n ew title "knows that vve haYe in hand the 'Mystery Totem of the Bad People.' ''Good!"' burst from th' e young man, in amazement; "the totem in your hands? Impossible!" "It will be the means of our routing the Sioux," went on Buffalo Bill, quietly. "All I ask of you, first chief, is three warriors, excellent riders, to escort this mystery into the heart of the Sioux?'' "Escort the totem? Give it back to our foes?"' ejaculate.cl Tawatsee, in astonishment. "Rather be their slave." "Oh, you do not see the way of it! Believe me, when the Dakota see their totem coming, under protection of the spirits of their kind, they will flee like a tribe when the smallpox breaks out among the lodges." "Spirits?" ''Yes, I am going to transform your three young men into the likenesses of those three Sioux whom you depicted as hanging on the Painted Rocle" ;cOh !" grunted the chief, partly comprehending. He repeatedthe instructions and the young brave slid down by the rope, ancl departed to bear the cJ1ief's acceptance and orders. The pair returned to tell their friends that the state of things had improved. To be ready for the battle, th ey hauled out the provisions and ate heartily. Out in the wilderness, men eat for the nourishment, not because the hour has come rottnd. vVhen the boy savage returned, it was still dark, the dawn being yet remote. He reported the joy of the war party at the renovvnecl warrior having become the leader, and they were all eager to be moved into action. The tale that the chief had captured the Mystery of the Dakota had inspirited the Crows and their 1\'" ez-Perces allies. A t the word, the little cavalcade set off. They marcht!d on at a slow pace, with the ches t on the litter in their midst. Ere long they must have encountered the Sioux out.posts, for some commotion was heard. Then rose, as Bill had instructed, the Sioux death song: Hey, ah! oo oo ch, hah !" As the tones pealed forth from the three mouths, around which seemed to play the dull flame see n about corpses of those dying an alcoholic-poison death, what wonder that the Sioux sentries forgot to use their firearms. They slunk back, and as the supposed specters still rode at them, with the Mystery Totem under their sepulchral guard. they fell back, even to the troop. Horses were rapidly mounted, and the fugitives were panic-stricken into flig ht. Those who plucked up some bravery and drew rein were pro"mptly cut off by the Crows, stealthy in their mode of attack, who used silent weapons such as the arrow and the darted spear. Buffalo Bill and his friends saw nothing of this. They had to judge that all would go off according to the plan


THE BU F F ALO BILL STORIES. 17 "Come on!" he had said to his mates, as soon as the Sioux death song rose on the morning wind. They slid down the south side of the hill, and were not long falling foul of the Sioux who were trying to prevent them breaking through to reach Guldeena. The scouts had no scrnples about using their firearms, and at the first discharge reduced the enemy by half. Before they recovered from the double -surprise of the peculiar noise O\'er among their friends, and the attack, they \Vere shot dead. Not one was allowed to escape to carry the news. "It is a i11ercy to them we have been fatal in our fire," said Te_xas Jack; "these Crows hate them the devil does a prayerbook, and they would not have knocked them over outright. The nevv chief is bound to show the hair, and tell of torture on the cap tiYes, just to celebrate his being elected." They returned over the butte to the scrubby wood beyond. Those Crows not still bent on the chase of the panic-stricken Sioux, and driving them away from their comrades, the bandits in the Sierra, were here assembled. They were delighted at the success of the ruse. To play such a trick with the totem was splendid in their eyes. The adventure would long be related by the campfires and in the winter villages. They greeted the white men with enthusiasm seldom s een, unless they are deeply stirred They asked but to be led against the Buzzards. "\Ve are going ea:.-ly to avoid the crowd," said Buffalo Bill; ''the place wants some scouting before we let these screeching heathen rush into the caYc. They are capable of kiiling all before them, and it would b e an Irish methcd of delivering prisoners to have them butchered by our allies He had been won over to Ttpmoil's belief that the Buzzards would not fail in their scheme to carry off Mr. Mount and his daughter. To ascertain this for a fact \Yas a problem. The boy savage offered to go into the cave, under pretense of being the Sioux messenger to report all was well. He knew the talk of the enemy, and the white could post him on the events transpired in the day when the Dakotas and the bandits clasped ha;-;ds It was arranged that he should go right on, instructed by Tom, as to the way in by a pass in the south wall of the caflon, unknown to any but the robbers. He was to have a double-barreled pistol, supplied by \ V ild Bill, of several curiositi es in that way, collected while marshal, double-charged so as to go off with a deafening bang. It was hoped that it would be heard if fired off in the cave. At this, they were to run in and try to succor him, the Crows following by that and any other inlets. Before he made the daring move, they espied on the ledge of the gulch the mass of the stagecoach .. ''What is that, Bill?" queried Texas Jack; "an elephant? Has the circus come to give a performance to the Buzzards?" "It is-hang me if it i s n't a coach?" "NeYer !" ''lt is the Deadwood coach," said Tom; "did I not tell you that the captain would make use of it for sure? He has made his haul. He has scooped in the Eastern millionaire and the gal, and they will never forget it, tinles s yon are right peart in the resky."' "He will not dare--" "To hurt them?" took up Tom. "He does not want to hurt them. He will force the old gent to sign a big check. Sho if they was to kick, he is capable of killing her. If a lieutenant does not know what his cap is ekal to, who does want to know?" In the dawn, for the sun's rays would be long penerating the canon depth, where Tom led them, he took a trail so old that it was mossed O\' er. A little farther on, he stopped the party. ''In here, a little up, i s a natcral tt:nnel," he said. "The whole moEntain i s honeycombed. and seekers of white iron, as these pagans call silver, have wid ened the bores. Then ::g:.-,'.n, ihe N ez-Perces whom we displaced had a go.at mining for v:atcr to drink when we beseigecl them. "You can go right in, M r. Injun,'' he continued. "Sooner or later you will bunk up ag.in a sentinel, for they cannot all be clnnk. Then od: 'Buzzards,' and go on with your yarn of a message for the \Yhite chief." See-et-Eots took the last word from hi s chief, ancl disappeared in the hole. The white men left the Crows to guard Tom, which he did not like, for they were reeking \\ith the carnage of the foes, and pushed on. They wanted to haYe a look at the coach. They had t o climb up to reach the shelf, where it had been dragged by a miracle without spilling its passengers over into the fathomless gully.


18 T H E B UFFALO B ILL STORIES. Returning to where the Indians watched for the signal o r the return fruitlessly o.f their spy, they hacl to pass the door which the bordermen had tried to enter by. The sunbeams came down to where they stood, all n e r ves strained for the rus h when quickly upon each other the t \ vo shots from the Crow's pistol were heard in the cave. "Reach out and gather them in!" shouted Buffalo Bill. And he and the Crow chief, nip and tuck, darted in at the gap. They were followed by t h e white men and the Crows, whooping and their arms. The bandits were so familiar with the cavern, and their repulsing efforts so powerful, as soon as t hey were roused, that they drove the assailants back into the tunneled way. In thi s pause Chilturn, the chief, had crossed the h all to a compartment where he had placed Miss Mount, separate from her father. "What is the matter?'' s h e cried, clasping her hands "Nothin g much. 1 think that you had better leave this place. I hav e the carriage wa i t in g, and--" I shall not go without my father--'' "Quite so; very proper. I would not part you foi the \Yorld. I want to live with th e old gentleman. .r\ncl so, I ha,e had him l e d out on the hillside. \\here the coach a\raits you and yours to command. Baron Chilturn." "You are not baron--" "And you are an abominable liar!'' thundered l\Ir. Mount. . He had bursl from het\reen two vigorous guar-dians. fortified by his parental love. He was with oul arms, bul so formidable in his just wrath that the captain was not sorry to see a couple of the Duz zarcls deYoleclly throwing themselve between, and holding their rifle s against the old man' s breast. "Don't hurt him," Chilturn hastened to cry out; I have not done with him. V.f e want his order on t he bank. Bring him along, you two boys. He and the girl will be safer below. I am going with a keg of powder to fir e a mine unde r those fellows." Partly up the tunnel, which went in with an up ward incline, Tawatsee found a crack in the side which knives speedil y _enlarged. Through this a second way was disclo sed. He came along to report that it seemed to be an inlet to the great hall, and, a:i he wanted hi s men to have a share in the long shots, he begged his paleface friends to scot up this passage, whiie his Indians maintained the fire. They had not taken three steps before they learned that their departure was providential. The keg of powder had blown up the tunnel, where they had ))een moving, and buried the Crows under the falling clods and stones. The flash of flame lit them up, and the quaking of thr cave shook them there. Quickly recovering, the Indians replied to their leaders' appeals with a kind of cheer, pulled up thei r comrades from the cracked earth, more squeezed than hurt, and all scrambled out of the pit to enter the cave. All the lights \Yere blmYn out by the explosion in that confined space. The fire \Vas scattered. In the gloom all( ] sn:w k e the contest became one of in dividuals. The three scouts took little hand in the extermination o f the Buzzards. For tlie arch-vill a in Chilturn, had made up his mind to leave neither friend nor foe to follow him. He had blown up t hC:' powder under the attacking party. His men had thought the time good to retreat into the cavern. But the way was stopped. The scoundrel had cut with an ax the rope holding up a harrow of strong cedar posts, sharpened at the lower ends and runmng 111 grooves. It was, in fact, what military men call a portcullis. A s lidin g door. This sliding door crushed clown and embedded the spiky ends in the ground-one o r two of the Buzzards were_ caught under it, but in vain did they 'appeal to their cruel chief. or their comrades. If either had helped, they could have clone little-the gate was jammed by the -iolence of its descent. :\s for their fellows, lhey ,,ere busily engaged. Cooped up in the gallery, they were pressed by .the Crm. vs. Stifling in the powder and, confused by the gloom the slaughter was horrible. Buffalo Bill and hi s friends went "blind," as miners say. They were lost; and it was only by accident lbat they came out on the gorge. Two hundred feet beneath the gap from which they burst into sun shi ne, a small body, seeming to be drawn by ants, vYas movmg . "The coach!" sai d Buffalo Bill, as soon as his sight


THE BUFF J\.LO B ILL STORIESo 19 was used again to the cay after straying in the cav ern. "Yes, sir, the coach," said \Vild Bill, who had seen vehicle. "Bet you a life that it contains that poor girl and her father, and that it is escorted by that infernal scoundrel with such of his coward crew as had the sense to hook it in time." No quarter was given, and the bandits ran in vain like rabbits into every burrow. But they died like panthers; the victory cost the Crows and N cz-Perces dear. 'Yes ," said Jack, when it was learned that the body of the King Bird wa s not among the slain Buz zards. "He has made a break with his prizes \i\That is the next play?" "I am resolved to take up this trail," said Buffalo Bill. "It can hardly trend north to Deadwood, and I ache all over to go toward the heated region," said Jack. "North or south, east or west, into the haunts oi men, or on the plains where the centipede crawls at the prickly pear root," said Buffalo Bill, holding his bowie-knife in the air, "I swear to hunt to the death that ropber and kidnaper. I will avenge that poor girl, and restore her to her friends, if living wher; we catch up, though this be my long, last trail." And standing on the Sierra summit, their hands interclasped, bathed in the unrivaled sunshine of that glory-gilded land, spurning the treasures beneath their feet, they started once more on the path of duty. CHAPTER VII. T H E B UR I ED MA N. At Nelson's Ranch, where the stage to Deadwood usually watered the horses and fed the passengers, the first clew to the direction taken by Chilturn in his flight was afforded. One. of a party who were working 'Eas t told of a coach going toward Laramie. Later on, a broken-down emigrant family said the same strange object was going westerly, seen by them in a mirage upside down, reflected from Mountain. The three scoured about, d oing all that horse and man could. At last they sighted the coach. "There it is," said Buffalo Bill, nsmg 111 the stir rups to relieve his fatigue; "but take it slow. How odd; the driver must be drunk, and the horses look back every minute. And the passengers, who are getting their shooters ready for us-they don't seem to know which end the bullet goes out of." Serious as was the disappointment, they could not hold a laugh on riding up to the coach It was the extra runner to Deadwood, sure enough. But so battered and crazy from traveling the trail, and at a spasmodic pace. If these were the Buzzards who manned the rolling fort, they had disguised themselves finely. \i\Tith their check and striped tourists' suits, such as they sell in the East for the vVestern tour, with fantastic mustaches and sicle-whisl{ers, they seemed a lot of Italian barbers out for an excursion Besides, the heap on the coach top, and half-a dozen pale faces showing wearily at the windows, two men were on horses, poor decrepit animals at which a starving nigger would have turned up his flat nose. One of these, spurring his nag, had the daring to come out a little way from the coach, which had halted from the horses "bunching" themselves. Then he paused, on seeing Buffalo Bill coming at him in a dust cloud and' looking, no doubt, of the ferocious sort. The stranger, a little fat man, with a black mustache as long as his arm and almost as thick, fumbled with a horse-pistol of Revolutionary elate. He had tried. to wh e el his horse to flee, but the animal had spied a tuft of buffalo grass, as high as its muz z le, and cropped it. "You go avay, Mons ieur Road-Agent," cried this fat fellow, in a squeaky voice as well as his chattering teeth would allow. "Or, begar, I blow your out sides in." "What? with that thing?'' retorted Bill, immensely amused, as he reined up leisurely. "The hammer is not up." "Is zat so?" questioned the man, innocently, as he lowered his eyes to verify the discovery. Profiting by his eyes being off him, Bill knochd the ponderous weapon out of his trembling hand, and said: "Don' t fool with tools you don't understand. \Vhat is this procession, anyhow?" "We are peaceable voyagers," was the reply. "You look more like organ-grinders with their


.20 THE BUFF ALO BILL STQRIES. monkeys, out for a holiday," said Wild Bill, stopping beside the coach, and resting his revolver on the horn of his saddle, for there was no use for it in this crowd. The foreigners explained in Englis h as badly fractured as the coach, that they were Swiss vine-growers going to California A party of "natives" had prevailed on them to trade their horse;; and outfit for this stage, them that the railroad had broken down beyond Cheyenne, and that their tickets would "not hold good unless they made connection at Medicine Bow in three days. It was clearly Chilturn and eight or ten men. The stout gentleman and the girl had not been seen in their mid s t when the coach was turned over to the newcomers, but one of the latter, who was ev ide1:itly a lady-killer had spied around. He asserted that, in a copse of cottonwood, he had seen somethin g like a woman; his pressing his inquiry further had been nipped in the bud by a revolver being aimed in his direction, and a gruff voice bidding him: ''Drop that, and skip." He had not understood the words, but the tone and gesture were and he skipped. "It lo oks bad for the Mounts," remarked Buffalo Bill, gtavely, as the riders went back try to strike the trail of the mounted men. ''The fact was, the coach was too conspicuous in the desert. That rogue, you will see, will shake off the prisoners. " I admit that he would snap the gent clear any time, but not till he bleeds hi m of all he is worth. This Chilturn is a leech for money." "But the girl?" said Buffalo Bill, with a sh udder. "She will have to marry him," said Texas Jack, shortly. And wheeling, he darted back to a depression in the sands where he had been in danger of a throw. "Come back!" he shouted in another minute. Without stopping, he had bent down in the saddle, and picked up a piece of pine board on which were letters. The two raced back. "What's that?" "Nothing much. The o ld story." On the shingle was scrawled in black paint, effaced partl y by time and the corroding sands: "Unknown Man, kilt by Injin." "Yes," sa id Bill, wasp's nest in it. texts for sermons." "over yonder is a skull, with a These prairies are full of such "That don't begin to be it, companion," said the Texan. "This shingle has been lately used to dig the sand with This ink is not natural. It is a cache." Alighting, he probed with his bowie He was rewarded for hi s scent, for he unearthed some portions of black cloth, and, better than all as a means of identification, a pocketbook. It was of unusual size, and was fitted with the latest improvements, receptacles for postage stamps, checks, etc. But in g ilt letters, with a slight attempt to scratch them out, v i sible, was the name of "'vVendell Mount." They looked round. In a wretched, stunted wood, where the sudden drying of a lake had ruined the growth, a pair of large vultures were uneasily hover ing. Little birds, startled in their flight, were screaming at them from changing shelters among the twisted and hardened branches, destitute of l eaves. "There is something there," aid Texas J ack, leaping on his horse. "But alive," said Buffalo Bill, "or those birds would have been after the eyes before our co1: ning." They dashed up to the wood It was not possible for a horse to enter it. 'Good Heaven!"' exclaimeJ Buffalo Bill, struck by a sad idea. "It is here they have buried their victims They were right; for it is a dismal haunt." He flung himself off his horse, as did Wild Bill. They two left thei r horses to be held by Texas Jack. They went here and there. The ground had been recently disturbed, but a blanket had been trailed over it to conceal the marks. The sand was bulged up, and a faint murmuring came from it. "A man is buried here, but shallowly; he breathes hard and his chest has heaved up the sand." \Vith knife in hand, the two men, kneeling, carefully lifted the earth. They had the satisfaction or discovering the breast, then the hand, and finally the face of a man. "Mr. Mount," cried Buffa lo Bill. "Smothered, i f not done to death before the burial," said Wild Bill. They soon had ].\fr. Mount on the ground beside them; he was partially disrobed. He bore no marks of injury, except some bruises and scratches from rough h andli n g,


THE BUFF ALO B ILL STORIES. 21 "He was stunned and bundled into this pit to die like a wretch entombed in a trance." "But is he gone, Bill?" ''I think not. He wants blood-letting, for the blow was given on his head." "He has fought and was knocked out by a dreadful whack." While Wild Bill spoke, seeing that Buffalo Bill was doing all that was possible for the man, he lookecl around to see if the grave was a lonely one. He breathed again, for it appeared that the Buzzards had only waited here to clisembarrass themselves of the man. Meanwhile, Bill had sp lit up the latter's undershirt all t he \\ay, sq ueezed the arm, and stuck a vein with his keen knife. The blood was a long while coming. And then the drops were black. Finally it frothed with air, and wore a better hue. "This will bring him round," said the amateur surgeon, who had, however, executed more important feats in the line. Mount shuddered all over, opened his eyes two or three time s before he was able to bear the sun light, and at last muttered: "My darling daughter, where are you?" They could say nothing, being fulrof fears. "Ab, I am not dead?" "\Vell, no, 1fr. responded Bill. "But it was near." The gentleman began to regain his senses. "The villains thought you were gone-at least, they buried you. Answer quick, if you can, that we may resume the search-did they attempt to kill your daughter, too?" "No, he would not do that. Of her life she may be certain," replied the other, sitting up in \Vild Bill's arms. He spoke with a sad air, but so dazed that Bill let the blood flow still to relieve the brain before he bandaged the gash. "Texas Jack," called out bill; "we must camp here. vVe must have a cup of that coffee, hot and right off; and some of that mutton, which we singed to keep the juice in will come in well. Mr, Mount is going to take supper with us-with both legs in his grave, if he likes to make his toes comfortable in that posi tion. He joked to rouse up the nian, whose adventure and the parting from hfs daughter had saddened him almost as much as the blow on the head. 11eamvhile, Wild Bill gathered sticks for a fire, and soon had one burning. Some barberries, dried on ,the bush, were the flavor to the mutton, warmed up again, and the coffee was acceptable. Mount was much better after the meal. All was mysterious and mournful, while they listened to his story . In the coach the threat had silenced him and his daughter, to kill the other, if one called out for help on the road. But they began to rebel, and for fear that the stage was calling too much attention, though so excellent a conveyq.nce for the lady, Chilturn had resolved to renounce it. Falling across the Swiss emigrants, he had bullied them into the swap, getting fresh horses, which the Swiss had thought a good investment for their Cal ifornian enterprise. On the horses, Mr. Mount and his daughter, un used to hard and steady riding, suffered painfully. At last he refused to go farther. He had previously refused to sign orders for money, which the outlaw chief had demanded of him. latter had laughed in his face, "I shall simply forge your name to them, and anything more. I have not just begun my pen work in that line, let me tell you. I am not going to marry your daughter without h e r money, by hook or crook. It is time to get shut of you; you are too heavy luggage for my trip with Miss to my orange groves in California." "Oh, he named California as his aim, did he?" said Texas Jack. "Then, be sure, that he is not going there. As Good Heart would say, his tongue is forked. Besides, he does not own any orange groves in California. They would be plasted the first morning he took a squint at them. That man is flt to wreck the world." "He had murder on the brain, anyway," went on the victim "On my refusal and his saying he could dispense with me in his plans concerning my poor daughter, I could not longer restrain my feelings. I saw, too, that it was a case of that time or never. I blamed myself for having Jet my consideration for my poor girl hold me so long from an effort to get both of us free." "I the opportunity lo give the villain a piece of my mind."


22 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "Ugh!" grunted Wild Bill, like an old Indian, who breaks his last tooth with a bullet in the chicken's \Vishbone, while Jack looked his disgust at so much forbearance in a man of the millionaire's bulk. "I tell you, gentlemen, that he must have wished his ears stuffed up. I could see that I hit home many times in the course of my protest and severe scarify ing. I was going to launch a last tremendous argument, which must have brought about the release of my daughter and myself, for very shame of his scandalous behavior, when--" "I can guess," interrupted Buffalo Bill. "One of the gang came up behind you, and let you have a chopping blow on the skull. You see, these lowgrade fellows belonging to the Boss Bloodspiller's gang, they have no idea of argument." "Yes, sir, one of them knocked 1'1e senseless. I knew no more till you revived me. It is needless to say that any expenses you incur in thus comin' g to my aid, and my dear--" "You are away off this drive! We are not doing this sort of thing for money. We are going after the villains, because the plains will hump up lighter when they go up a tree-in plain English, are hanged. As for Mr. Chilturn, the book of fate is read askew by yours truly, if a page in it does not say that the forger \Yill not present any of the papers he fills up with your signature, at a bank of San Francisco, or Portland-just whichever port he sails for. 'vVe are going to send you to Cheyenne City. It will be bright moon, and four miles yonder you will strike a hay ranch, where you can get horses' hoofs under you. Besides, do you see, you would be rio use to us on the search and the march. At any moment we may be set afoot in the desert, and who knows?" he added, with a secret wink to his friends, "forced to draw lots to see who ought to supply the dinner." The fat man shuddered; he was afraid he would be dished up, without a fair choice. He displayed no regret at parting company, but hastened off. The three hunters settled down at the foe on being alone. "He don't deserve such a daughter," obsenecl Texas Jack. "His heart is a money bag,'' added Wild Bill. "He is all right, now we have snatched him from the grave. But, do not forget, that while he is swim iing in wealth again, that poor girl is under the thumb of that scoundrel. It is my first turn to lay guard. After Bill relieves, we will be on the start." A las they h a d not reckoned on their fatigue. Men of iron, though they were, they, too, could be overtaskecl. And while they slept, the enemy had stampeded their horses. The rage of the trio was inexpressible when they found themselves set afoot. In scouting, they saw the proof that the deed was done by the Buzzards. Instead of returning to get horses, they took up this I trace. It led to the place where the Buzzards had camped. Miss Mount had not lost hope. She had tied a handkerchief to a twig, which she pulled clown and buried in the sand. It was not till after the bandits had gone on again that the spring of the rod lifted out of the dirt and flaunted it where the hunters should spy it. "The girl is some!" said Texas Jack, looking at the "M. embroidered in the corner. "\iVith such a friend in the enemy's garrison, we ought to catch up, though it is two-legs against four-legs." At Buckskin J em's Ranch, where some Mexicans were watching a flock of sheep, they heard they were on the right track. The robbers were reduced to six, and were makipg: for the Green River. "Only five of them now,'' said Wild Bill, that night, as he came in, tireless; "clown in a ravine I have seen one of them; he was backing out, as his horse gave in, and they flung him over for fear he would 'be our man. He is impaled on a young pine, "Their horses are played out," said Buffalo Bill. "Look, there is another of them beat." That night they reached the carcasses ohwo more horses. "They are riding double, I think," said the ranger, "we are apace with them, though afoot." They were in the uninhabited region of the Colorado. Nature was calm and majestic. The littleness of man was manifest; and yet the three brothers of the chase felt their spirits expand to make them equal to the frame they were inclosed in. They were the agents of justice. Going dow1{ Green River, they found that an overflow had prevented the fugitives crossing. As they were without horses now, the woman must have been a grievous burden. They had stopped and tried to make a boat. If they had embarked, they might have a big start over the tireless pursuers.


THE BU ff J\lO BULL STORIES. 23 Night came on while they were trying to pick up the trail, lost by the water side. During the morning guard, Wild Bill went out to study a moving bush; he ran back, crying \Vi th the self-sacrifice which ruled this band of brothers: "Save yourselves!" And he pitched to lie at their feet. No assailants charged. "Go after them,'' he gasped; "you will have to ex cuse me from the party, as I am so weighted with lead." They stood over him till daybreak. All was silent. The villains had turned on them at last, after lulling them into a belief that they were too cowardly to make a stand. Wild Bill was badly wounded in three places, but not so much so as he feared. He could not for a time use arms, that was plain. The two men built up a litter, and, without renouncing the trail, carried him between them. Luckily, at Green River, a man and his two son:; were rigging up a kind of ferry They believed in the future, and, hearing of the railroad to cross here. were locating a hurne. They had seen the brigands pass; the white gi rl was with them. They the \nen, burned by the sun, their clothes in tatters or roughly mended, \Vere India11s, and had tried to get speech with the girl. But they were warned off, and the party disappeared. These men undertook to take care of Wild Bill. Two against five, the trailers resumed their task. CHAPTER VIII.. JIIONSTl<;R TO l<;NDS 'l'HE TRAIL. "vVe shall fetch them," said Buffalo Bill, suddenly throwing off the sadness befallen them, since they had to part company with Wild Bill. "I feel my second \vind coming. Let us press on." At the mouth of the canon, where the river plunges into the granite ja\YS, they sighted the foe at last. The group, apparently exhausted, were halted at the great barrier, wbich towered up, glowing with ail shelf above shelf, till the snowy crests were reached. Between the sides of the break, the black depths daunted them. "It is two to five," said Bill. "There is the girlpoor thing! talk of the gila monster-it is an angel of tenderness compared with the fiend who has dragged that delicately..:nurtured girl so far." The ground was hard to move upon. During ages, dislodged rocks had rolled down the s teeps and shot out upon the sandy plain. It was emphatically desolation-red, black and white-with days and cropping up at random in all shapes and sizes. Horses could not have traversed it, and men but s lowly. No wonder the party had turned at bay. They were clearly defined on the streaked layers, while the crest of the Sierra was itself outlined by a black cloud The more numerous band waited the onset of the da untle ss two. Jack and Bill advanced with the cunning of Indian hunters. Every rising block was taken advantage of. On both sic,les, the shots were reserved as use less, and yet the two drew nearer. Still on the heights, but descending, the hurricane was playing w ith cedars as though they were fea thers. Greenish glare s u cceeded vivid fl.ashes of white lightning, sceq1ing, by the deception to the sight, to leap out of the earth. These flashes set fire t o the dried herbage, and patches of flame spread like mantles on the mountain side. Dashes of rain fell on these places a nd extinguished them as soon as blazing. "Lorn, how hot," said Texas Jack, loosening his collar. "Fire, and charge, my boy," returned Bill "If that is not a waterspo ut, then I don't want to turn that girl lo ose from those cusses." At the same moment, he fired several fro:n his magazine rifle as he sprang from ambush. Jack imitated his example, but neither had any need to continue the shC?oting. The enormous cloud was c.oming down the steps of marble, like the foot of a giant hopping to the bottom of the gorge. Behind it was toppling pinna cle after pinnacle on the summit. At each bench where they struck, they shivered and the splinters flew. The crashes were awfully loud, but surpassed by the thunder peals, which reverberated up fifty miles o f the canon. It was then the bunch fell. Every dry ravine \Vas changed to torrents; all the slabs on the steeps became the gushing points for cataracts; and the watery masses dented the solid rock.


24 THE BU Ff ALO BILL STORIES. But amid ali the convulsions the black cloud con tinued to roll and skip. At length with a terrible bound it flew up on the foothills, and, demolishing them as if glass, it burst as a, waterspout upon the le vel. "Come!" shouted Buffalo Bill, though only by an impossibility could he be heard in the tumult ''Let us save the girl, and then we 'll fight it out." But a stream of boiling water rushed in between him and Chilturn, who still had two men with him. As for Texas Jack, he waded, rather than walked, toward the rock behind which Miss Mount had been placed. But, luckily she quitted the shelter. It had ceased to be any, for the spout was pouring where it had stood, while it was carried away like an osier rod. But at that instant, the whole space for a quarter of a mile vvas1 converted into a pool. Everybody was carried off his feet, an.d by instinct, letting go of the gun in hand, each grabbed at the next object and was ovenvhelmecl. After a violence incredible, tl1e storm went clown. The rain stopped falling. The lake sank into the ground by a million gaping mouths. The scene was an expanse of mud; this as the sun deluged it with burning rays began to dry up. Texas Jack, raising himself on the slippery ground, caked with the mire, wiped his face At his feet la y the in sensi ble form of Miss Mount. He remembered he had seized her in a rush by of the stream, before it swirled round and caught him. Here and there, amid the uprooted trees and dislodged bowlclers, masked in mud, s0111ething like human figures bumped lip, with broken and twisted limbs, and heads facing the wrong way. "They are all dead," muttered Jack, falling on his knees in an attitude of prayer. "All dead but me." "Hello!" said a voice afar. ln the calm, as contrasted with the uproar preceding it, this call struck him with pain. And yet it should haYe been joy, for it was Buffalo Bill's. Up the cafion, on an immense whitewood trunk . clean shaven of its boughs by the storm as if lopped by the. sawmill, Bill was borne clown into the black profundity of ti1e cafion. "The girl?" "She is here-well! Goel forgive me for lying added J ackto himself. "But Chilturn ?" "Floating ahead of me! I don't go back on it. He shall be my game." Jack stooped clown; Miss Mount gave signs of life. He raised her, searched for a place to camp; made a fire procured food and had a meal for the poor girl vvhen she fully gained her senses Then he had the dead to bury. Bill and Chilturn were not among them. He had plenty of time to do this, and to take l \1iss Mount to the nearest habitation. He stopped not to recruit, but m ounted a horse at Mormon Fort, and rode for the railroad. On th e Southern Pacific, he stopped at the Needles. He had planned hi s course. He would go up the canons and find-he feared-the remains of his brave, devoted companion. In the meantime, Buffalo Bill was hurried on, like the Buzzard, by the suddenly rising torrent. Interspersed with all kinds of floating stuff, he might fear to be ground to atoms like huge logs around him. But the va-st stream subsided as rapidly as formed. He was gently deposited among the rocks and rifts, in a heap of confounded fragments. His pos1t1on was pitiable. VI eaponless, his clothes, though of leather outwardly, had been ripped and he \Yas lame from bruises. Fortunately, he had not one severe gash. "It is no place here to scull round for clothes and weapons," he muttered, unaltered in spirit. "One good thing-Jack assured me he had rescued the girl. I'm sure of another-that allfired demon was swep t on ahead of me. I am not going to take the back trail without something to s how for it. But first. to get a warm. Jack was grumbling at the heat just' previous to that cataract swooping onto us. I am cool enough to go into the cold storage business. He h ad not to scrambl e along the banks far to meet traces of a bear coming out of the den to haul in gam.e, maimed and dead from the waterspout. But how should he proceed? The height of the rugged sides of the rocks forbade the idea his enemy could scale them. So he went on, seeking along the banks. It was teclitrns work. Twenty miles a day was good traveling. A da y and n ig;ht pas sed. The loneliness would h ave been intolerable to one not u se d to the soli tucle. "That man must h ave his head screwed on the ri ght way, if he has not gone 'mad," he thought of Ch ii turn. He believe d that Chilturn was near him now, but he lay clown to sleep with;out apprehensions, only surrounding himself with ash leaves to keep off the reptiles. That night he slept in the Grand Canon. Over head the rumbEngs of another such storm were heard as had warned him and his foe of the clangers for


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 25 s uch pigmies in this playground of the gods. Op pressed by the sulphurous air, he must have slept, '-mlike the hunter, who listens in dreams for the hos-1.ile steps. In the dark an unknown had come beside h im, stuck the bowie of Fly Frank beside his head, and vanished. If it \Yere Chilturn, why had he spared hin1? Only because he belie\ed a sharper death a\Yaited him. what plot \Yas this devil playing? He Ietenninecl he would not sleep till t hi s game of life or death was finished He looked around to see, if possible, what it was hung over him, perhaps controlled by this malignant being. "I see nothing,'' he murmured. This time. he had taken great care to se lect a sleeping ground with natural defenses. It was a block of marble fallen into the stream by its margin; ,on the side and rear, water ran swiftly; to the bankside, the cliff rose jagged but unclimbable. He had reached the block oYer a knif e back leclge, of loose rocks, which he had to drag himself along astride, and this he had kicked a1Yay as h e advanced over it. Before him, down stream, a wide and smooth field of white and unctuous sand extended. He was sure that it was treacherous, perhaps shifting, and he was, in thtf morning, startled to see a footprint upon it. This was not a m an's mark. A long trail crossed it; a series of clawmarks with a line between them, made by the tail of some heavy, unwieldy reptile. This might have been the dragon of the fossil range. it was so large a tread. "That is new to me,'1 remarked B uff a l o Bill. hes itating, as he had intended to go over this sand, so inviting by its smoothness to 'the wearied foot. Then he looked behind him; the crest which he had "hunched" himself along had crumbled away entirely. He was waYering when he saw Chilturn upon the sands. He picked his way with care. "Good-morning Mr. William Co

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Read the list of splendid prizes we offer, and then go to work. Here are a few more stories from the contest just closed. Some prize-winners, and all corkers. f\ Chapter of Experiences. (By Tbos. R. Abbott, Ont., Can.) On the 26th of April, 1900, i.he famous "Hull Ottawa" fii'e 8tarted. 'While at school I heard that Hull was on fire, and with a chum immediately rushed to the scene to watch the p1:ogrcss of the fire .. Hull is situated .on one side.of the O ttawa River and Ottawa 1s on the other side, they be111g connected by two suspension bridges. The fire \YHS raging in the mills ancl yards on each side of the l'iver, just where these bridges are built. \Ve had already Cl'ossed the bridges and w ere trying to get aroun<'l the fire into Hull, but were repeatedly driven back b .I' heat. At last, the fire, gaining terrible headway started on the woodwork of the lJridges. \\'e heard a great shout from the people around the bridges, being then about three blocks away, so we started t o run for dear life, but when we reached the bridge not a board was to be seen. So we (n:y chum and I) decided to cross on the long steel stringers. People tried to dissuade ns, but we were determined. :!;; y chum was stopped, so I started crawling alone. It was a ing expel'ience, crawJ.ing ou an eight-inch steel stringer, wi t h a drop underneath of seventy-five feet to the "Big Kettle." The steel was scorching my hands and knees and when near the end I was so exhausted I wonld have toppled over had not a man grabbed me with a pike pole and hauled me to safety. I fainted, but was soon restored and told to go home. I starttd to rtrn, the heat being t ,hen so great I could not stand it. When halfway do,yn Duke street I was loutlly hailed with, "Look out there., kid." Looking around and seeing nothing, I continned to ruu, when jnst as I was passing a store doorway I was hauled in l:y some person. Just at that instant a telegraph pole fell cr;1Fh ing to the ground where I had been five seconds befo1'e. We were knocked do\Yn and bruised, bnt I might have been killed had it not been for the friendly hand that helped me. Think ing over it, I had just e scaped being crashed to pieces on the rocks of the" Big Kettle," only to endanget myself by frying to pass under u falling telegraph pole. Buried in a Burning Mine. (Dy w. J. Goodwyn, Evansville.) The mine was on fire, and over three hundred miners were in deadly peril of thefr lives, either at the bottom of the shaft or in the different workings Wives, mothers, sisters, b!'others and other relatives of the imprisoned men with the other in habitants of the other village were gathered around the mine with anxious feelings and blanched faces. The cage had been sent down the shaft time and time again, each time returning foll of miners. Still there remained over twenty men below, who for some unknown reason were unable to ascend to safety. 'l'here was a cry for volunteers. There was no lack of men, many of those who had escaped from what was nothing short of a terrible death, being among the first to respond. Among them was the miil.C boss' son, who despite being clung to and held back by his relatives broke away. 'l'he mine boss' son and myself were the very first among the ten Yolunteers to jump into the cage. We yelled to the engineer to let her go. The cage shot down with fearfnl force, and soon reached the bottom amid dense smoke. At the utmost peril of our lives, and while the fire w: s gaining great headway, we ten men, with picks and aided wi,h the small glimmer of their Davey lamps, hunied forward to where we knew onr fellow workmen were imprisoned. Masses of fallen coal blocked our way, but the brnYe men led on by the mine boss' son and myself, worked their way until they came to the spot where the solid wall of coal sepnratcd our comrades. Instantly their went to work, and to onr intense joy we found the men for whom we were search ing. One 'lifter another, more than half dead, they we1 e dragged and carried as fast as we could take them to the ca g e where the two last men to leave the cage were the mine son and myself. My Adventure with the Bees. (By James R. Bliss, Mass. ) One fine autumnal day a party of fellows and myself sta1ted out for Camp Molly on the Sudbury River, where we wern going to have a c lam chowder. One of us owned a boat, and quickly rowing up the beautiful river we soon reached camp. We then set to work, otu leader designating to us the cliffc1 ent things w e hail to do. Severnl of the fellows he sent out after wood, and then of the remaining ones he sent half of us to an Indian spring after water, while the other two fellows and myself he dispatched to a farmer's potato patch, abot: t two miles off to get about twenty" ta ten;" for the chowder. We set out after much grumbling, and hurrying on soon reached our destination. We now had to use caution as we see a bull dog near the house. Securing our" taters" all right, we started on our return trip, when my companions spotted some watermelons and persuading me to take some, we were soon in the midst of them. We had got one into our bag when we heard an unearthly yell and ttttned to see the dog, followed by a n old man with an ancient gun, coming at foll speed. We, in the meantime, had taken to our heels. I then tnrned my .head around to behold the bull dog fasten its sharp pangs into one of my companions. The farmer seeing that h e was falling behind, raised his gun and fired, and I felt a stinging sensation down my back We had now run about a mile, and were fagged when we ap proached a region called the sprout lot. which is very thick, and ha1d to traverse, when I struck a stone and went bend first into a clump of bushes, pushing one of my hands through a wild bee hive. I was now kicking and yelling from the stings of the bees. My comrades stopped and ran back to escape the


THE BUFF /\LO BILL .STORiES. 27 bees, who were swarming by hundreds. Imagine me in the midst of nil those bees unable t o get out. At last afte!' fifteen ha!'d work I managed to ex tract myself ft om the tangle of scrub oaks, and staggered away from the hfre. My compRnions were now in convulsions of laughter over my condition. But I didn't think it any laugh ing matter and told them so as best I conld. I was -very badly swollen from the poison of the bees, which is very poisonous to me. They then told me that the dog had been stung on the tail, and putting that member between hi! legs, he had put fol' home, which we decided to do, not returning to camp as we "ould be laughed at. So starting for home, we decided that t.he old proYel'b, "The way of the transgressor is hard," was true. In An Overloaded Boat. (By Earl A. Dippery, Ohio.) When I was in Toledo, Ohio, visiting some friends one of them asked me to go rowing with him and a couple of othe!'s on the riYer I consented, and so we went out to Walbridge Pa!'k, a little south of the city on the bank of the Maumee River. There we!'e four of us in the party and it sunk the boat we bad until its gunwale was about four inches above the water. As we were coming in the main channel of the river we saw a darklooking object floating on the surface of the water. We had a Flobert rifle with us so we began shooting at it. One shot must have hit it, because it sank out of sight. When we were within about twenty yards of the boathouse a small tugboat passed along in front of us and as it left con siderable swells behind it we in for what I thought was a ducking. The boat danced around for a while, and nll that while my heart was up in my throat, so it seemed for we were in about fifteen feet of water, and I could not swim. We got to the boathouse safely and I felt very much better. J\ Close Call in a Mine. (By A. Dyer, M:icb.) One night about five years ago in n mine where I was em ployed as pumpman I met with an accident that nearly caused my death. The mine was a very deep one, and t.he men work ing at the bottom being too tired to climb the laddenrny after working hard for ten hours hnd a habit of riding to the sur face in a skip-a thing that used to draw ore from the mine. The rule was four men to each trip, this being all the skip could hold comfortably. On the night of which I speak I, being one of the first ready to go to the surface, got into the skip with three others, and was just about to start, when in jumped the fifth man, overcrowding us. The1e were some bad spots in the shaft with just room for the skip to pass. It was at one of these places I met with an accident. The fifth man in jumping into the skip in a hurry forgot to put out a light which all miners >Vear in theit hats, and in try ing to get his own body into safety, not caring for others, got his light beneath my face. In trying to keep from being burned and to put out thr. light, I moved a few inches over the skip, and in this position we came to one of the bad places, and I was caught by a piece of timber in the side of the shaft. I gave one yell and gaye myself up, but my yell was heard by one of my companions, who, without a moment's hesita tion, jumped from the skip ottt into the ladderway. How he got there is a mystery. It was in the ladderway the signal line was located. He suc ceeded in giving a signal to the engineer on the surface to stop the skip. The enrineer obeyed, bttt not before the piece of timber which had caught me had given way, thereby saying my life. It is another mystery how the piece of timber did not fall across the skip and overturn us all. If it had--Well, this never would have been written. It fell between the skip and the side of the shaft, almost striking some of lhe miners that were at the bottom awaiting the re.turn of the skip. Some of them were so badly that they forgot their being tired and ran most of the way to the surface, thitfking the skip had overturned and that we would soon follow the timber. There was no more riding for quite a while. 'rhe accident laid me up for six weeks. J'vly ribs were badly bruised, collar hone. on right side broken, and right ear almost torn off, but I was glad to get off as lightly even as that. The man who had been the cause of the accident when we reachect lhe surface, was found in the bottom of the skip, shaking with fear, and with the whitest face I have ever seen. At the time of the accident I made a vow that I would never enter a mine again, and so far I have kept my word. I\ Night in the Back Woods. (By A. Fred, Mich.) I was walking with one of my boy friends one evening when I sRw a dray passing with the carcass of a deer. "Say, Jack," said my friend, "what's the matter with our going out to the deer country? I guess we could have some sport.'' "I'll go you," I replied; "I know a place where there is plenty of game." Next morning we secured our license and started for the woods. We took the train for a little way station and walked to the shanty about five miles distance. 'rhe day was so far gone when we arrived, that we spent the rest of it in getting wood for the fire and for the bunk. I left the camp at daybreak next morning, leaving mv friend to cook breakfast. I don't think I could have been more than half a mile from camp when I saw a fine doe com ing along the trail toward me. Down I dropped behind a log, waited a moment and fired. My bullet entered her neck and killed her instantly. I cleaned her out and went back to the shanty. Breakfast was ready when I got there. My chum had heard the shot and wanted to know what I was shooting at. It almost took his breath away when I told him. We ate our meal together and went out and strung the doe up to a tree. Here we decided to separate, he going north while I went west. I traveled all day slowly and silently, watching and listening until about half-past four when I spied a nice big buck about half a mile away. I knew I could not hit him at that distance so I circled round, not heeding the time until it began to grow dark. Then I realized my position. My watch registered half-past five. "Good Lord !l' I muttered, "I can't iet to to-night. I've got to hunt a place to stay." As there was plenty of wood around I soon had a fire, the flame of which was very comforting. I worked about two hours clearing the snow away from the fire, and getting fire wood. But, busy as I tried to be and work as hard as I would I could not !throw off that horrible chill that ran up and down my spine. My teeth chattered and my blood ran cold as I listened to the distant howl of wolYes. I kept looking at my watch and, ob, bow the hours draiged !. About one o'clock I put on the last of the wood and was going to get some more when I saw a pair of blazing ey-es At first I did not know what to make of it, but I quickly recovered, and the thought that it was some animal entered mv mincl. "Here's luck!" I muttered, as I raised my rifle and fired. Goodness, what a report! The whole forest seemed to be C!'Ushing and falling. The eyes had disappeared, bttt I dared not go to investigate. Never before did I feel myself so utterly helpless. I sat down on the log with a sigh of despair, when: Crack crack crack! Sharp and loud three rifle shots rang out on the clear atmosphere. "Our diJ.nger signal!" I gasped. "Who can it be?" Up came my gun and bang, bang, bang, went my three answering shots. Then I went to work with a will gathering more wood and hoping that tile lost hunter (for such I thought it must be) would see my fl.re and approach. My hopes were realized for, far off in the fore.st, I caught a glimpse of a coming toward me. I was feeling mighty hungry, and I smcereiy hoped Mr. Who-ever-you-are had some


28 THE BUFF f\LO BILL STORIES. gl'ub with him. As soon as he was in speaking distance I spoke to him. He came forward like a flash. "Hello, Jack," he shouted. "Are you hurt? What's the matter? Why didn't you come back?" "Easy, old boy," I replied, as we shook hands, "give me time. I followed a deer, lost ttack of time until it was too late. As I had no lamp, I had to camp here. You see, I am all right. But why didn't you stay at the shanty?" "What?" he cried. "Do you think I could stay in the shack like a sick kitten? Well, I don't think. Why, I've imagined you laying in the snow with a broken liead or a sprained ankle and I just made up my mind that you were httrt 01: lostr maybe both-so I took some lunch and started out with the lantern to find you." "Well, I'm glad to see you," I cried, "and I am sure my stomach won't object to something to eat, for I am almost famished." We sat on the log near the fire and told our stories. He told how he got a small buck after firing five shots. He had returned to the shanty and waited. As I did not appear he came after me. "By the way," he asked, after I had finished the lunch, "what did you fire at before I came in?" "Oh, I forgot about that," I replied. Then I told him about the eyes. "By Jove, Jack!" he exclaimed, "I'll bet you got another one. Let's go and see." It was a simple matter now that we had a light, so off I went, with him following. We went to the place and what clid we find but a great, big owl, with one side of his head blown off. We took him to the fire ancl cut off the legs and wings. When I came home I carried them with me, as a reminder of my night alone in the back woods. Within an Inch of My Life (By Fulton Pace, University, Alabama.) One evening last summer a friend of mine and I were walking leisurely along the railway track talking about various happenings of the day. We came to a long and high trestle, but thinking that no train was due at this time we proceeded to start across. Before we had reached middle ways we heard the roar of an approaching locomotive. What should we do? To go back meant instant death, for we knew full well the engineer could not see us until it was too late. We did not have time to reach the opposite side. Sud denly an idea struck me, and it was our only hope. We would have to hang to the cross ties and let the train go over our heads. It seemed a desperate undertaking, yet we performed it. It seemed an age before the last car rolled over our heads. Severnl times I thought my arms would fail me and I should drop to sudden death. The nervous strain on me was so great I could hardly reach the opposite side, and when I did I swore never to walk another. railway trestle. Saved by Carelessness. (By John Willis, New York. ) The blow pits in a plllp mill are large, round tanks about fifteen feet deep and twenty feet in diamater. They aie bound with iron bands. 'l,here is one door near the top. The stock is blown into them from the cligesters through an iron pipe. The steam escapes thrnugh the top through a strong wooden b'ox about five feet square which connects with the vomit boxes, then passes out through high stacks. There are little doors in the side of the boxes through which the cleaner enters, shoveling the stock that has collected on the sides and floor along until he reaches one of the connecting boxes. He then shovels it down into the flow pits. One aft.ernoon I was sent up to clean out alone. The floors of the boxes are very slippery, and slant toward the connecting boxes, so it is difficult to stand. I had just finished cleaning No. 5. and had turned to go out when my feet slipped from under me and before I knew it I was shooting down into the blowpit into about three feet of water, which softened the shock a little, but still it nearly drove my legs ottt of joint. I sank down stttnned into the water, which, however, soon brought me to. Rising to my feet, I walked around the pit. I knew it would be no use to shout, and that No. 5 would blow in an hour if not sooner, and there was little chance of my being missed. Unless something happened, I would be cooked to death. I thought of my past life. Every little act that had seemed a tritl.i and had long been forgotten came back to me. I tried to be calm, but as I thought of my probable death I shrieked and ran about until I could hardly stand. When I stood still I noticed that the water was deeper than at first. I listened to hear the welcome sound of gurgling water. Yes, I could hear it as it came up from the bottom. If it would only raise high enough to flood th.e pit some would leak ottt of the door and would be noticed, then the door would have to be opened to see how much water was in the pit, and I would be saved. How I longed for the water to rise and how slow it seemed, but at last it reached the door, which was bolted so that very little could leak out. But it was enough, and the door was opened. Swimming up to it, I slid out. I had been saved from a horrible death by the carelessness of the man who bad left the water on. It would have caused the pit to explode when blown. I had been in the pit one hour. No. 5 would have blown in twenty minutes and I wouldn't be writing this story if it hadn't been for a man's carelessness. After a Negro Robber. (By T. L. Chintz, Miss.) It was on Sunday night last that I was going up to my sister's house. The night was dark and the air crisp and cold. I was just returning home, having been down when one of the boys cried out to me: "Have you heard of the robbery?" he asked. "Why; no!" said I, coming to an abrupt stop. "How did it happen?" But none of them could give me any information, so I resumed walking, only a little faster as I had to pass there. On my way home I thought l would stop and get some information. I met the mother and two girls at the gate, and so I asked them what was the trouble, and, womanlike, they all commenced to try to talk at once. Finally, Hound that a big negro had attempted to rob the house. "Let's get a light," I said, "and see if we can catch him." "No," said the eldest sister, "he has gone, as I screamed when I saw him." Bnt the youngest of them, who is abottt fifteen years of age said: "He may be in the house \ ,ow." I made the mother get a light, and while all of us except the eldest sister went in one of the rooms to see if we could find anyt-hing of the supposed burglar, the eldest stayed outside. While we were in the room the "nigger" jumped up beside her. Girl-like, she screamed for all she was worth, and I ran out just in time to see the coon jump the fence and dart clown a dark alley which was close at hand. As I ran out of'the house the light of .the street lamp struck me full in the fac.e, and I waR blinded for a moment, but as soon as I recovered my sight I darted down the alley in pur suit, of the coon, having an old cap and ball pistol in my hand. One of the old Claude Duval style. I was not much afraid, so I rushed ahead to what might have been my doom, not thinking of my pistol until I was a quarter of a block down the alley. Then thinking that I had but one charge of powder and ball in the gun I retreate1l in double quick time out of the alle y. I didn't care to waste what little powder an

BOYHOODS OF FAMOUS MEN. This department contains each week the story of the early career of some celebrated American. Watch for these stories and read them, boys. They are of the most fascinating interest. Those already published are: No. 1-Buffalo Bill; No. 2-Kit Carson; No. 3-Texas Jack; No. 4-Col. Daniel Boone; Nos. 5 and 6-David Crockett; No. 7-General Sam Houston; Nos. 8 and 9-Lewis Wetzel ; Nos. 10 and 11-Capt. John Smith; No. Ji-Wild Bill; No. 13-Dr. Frank Powell, the Surgeon Scout; No. H-Buckskin Sam; No. 15-Seneca Adams ("Old Grizzly" Adams); No. 16-Pony Bob (Bob Haslam); No. 17-Major John M. Burke (Arizona Jack); No. 18-Kit Carson, Jr. Noe 19-eHARLES EMMETT. Dashing Charlie got his frontier name from the fact that he always went into a fight with a reckless dash and utter disregard of consequences, as far as he was concerned. Then, too, his general get-up and appearance had a certain dash about them that made the name fit him well. He seemed fitted for a wild life on the frontier, and when he became a Pony Express Rider he quickly won fame along the Overland Trail as a reckless, dare-devil who would hesitate at no danger that lay in his way, but would dash off to face it without a moment's thought or hesitation. His many hair-breadth escapes, which he took as a matter of course in the wild life he led, made him famous as one of the most daring riders of the Overland Trail. Tall, slender, graceful, yet of iron frame and constitution, with long blond hair and blue eyes, fine feature and a quick, nervous manner, Dashing Charlie was one of the most picturesque of Bordermen, and his early training gave him the advantage of having grown Up to a life Oil the frontier. Like Buffalo Bill, Dashing CharHe was a border-born boy, he having first seen the light on the then frontier of Missouri. His father had emigrated to the border and settled himself comfortably amid the wilds of t.11e West. His earHest recollection was an attack upon his father's home by a band of Indians, and, young as he was, he did all he could to aid in the defense of the cabin. He learned to shoot a rifle and revolver when he was seven years of age, fished in the streams for his dinner, or shot 8qttirrels and birds, and trapped for beaver. He cannot remember when he could not ride a horse, and to keep him ont of mischief when he was not five years old, his mother would put him on an old mare and turn her out to feed upon the prairie. On one occasion uight came and the old m _are did not return, as was her usual custom, and that meant that Dashing Charlie did not show up, either. In alarm, Charlie's mother went in search of him; but neither the mare nor the boy could be found. Charlie's father was a way from home until midnight, and then returned to repo1>t that Indians had been seen ih t .he vicinity of his home that day. In despair, Mrs. Emmett told about Charlie's disappearance, and the settler at once saddled a fresh horse, got his weapons ond rode a way to arouse the neighbors, none of whom lived very near him. With the dawn the old mare's trail was taken and soon it was discovered that she had been rounded up by on horseback and driven off wlth other cattle stolen by them. They followed the trail, and it was nearly sunset when the old white mare was seen coming at a gallop, and a wild shout went up as upon her back Dashing Charlie was discovered. The mare came straight toward the settlers and halted, covered with mud, sweat and scratched by briars. Charlie looked a wreck. His face was dirty, stained with crying, scratched by bushes and briars until it bled, and liis hands and bare feet were also torn, while his clothing was in rags. In some way in the daikness of the night before, the cute old mare had managed to elude her captors, slip away from the midst of the other cattle, and start on the back tiail. Utterly worn out, half starved and yet plucky, the boy had clung to the old mare through all that had happened. About his adventures Charlie was not just clear, but he said that the redskins had captured old Whitey, and had asked him many questions in broken English, and then tying him on the back of the mare had taken him along with them. He must have been asleep when Whitey bolted away from the herd, for he only recalled that she had started in a run and was shot at, for an arrow had wounded her in the back. Charlie was mad clear through with the Indians, and sairl: "Me kill 'em dead some time." And the boy kept his word, for when eight years of age he was returning from school one day with other children, when two redskins halted them and tl'ied to rob them of their ponies. Charlie showed fight, and he not being watched, as we;re the other boys along who were o lder, he shot one of the redskins de:id and wounded the other, as he fled for his life. 'l'his act of the young hero brought on a cruel war with the tribe, who at once sent their warriors sweeping through the settlement and many whites were killed. In an attack made on his home Charlie was known to have killed a couple of the redskins, and became an acknowledged hern even in that frontier land. Going, when but twelve years of age, to the Colorado mining country with his uncle, Charlie saw nil there was in the wi ld life there. Left by his uncle alone in the little cabin one night, Charlie was surprised by the coming of two masked men who demanded that be should give them the gold they said tbey knew was hidden away there.


30 THE BU Ff f\LO BILL STORIES. "You'll not get it," was the boy's plucky reply, and he was deaf to all threats and entreaties. Then one of the men made a spring at Charlie, crying out: "We'll torture you into telling where ther dust is, boy." Charlie darted under the table and out of the cabin door, grabbing his rifle as he went. He was fired at several times and wounded slightly in the shoulder; but he was in the dark, the men in the glare of the firelight in the cabin, and bet.urned and fired back at them. Down fell one man and the other closed the door quickly, while Charlie called out: "I've got you in a trap now, fellers." It was very true, and the man began to beg earnestly to be allowed to get out. But the boy told him he would kill him if he opened the door, and taking a horn from where it hung on the side of1the cabin, and to be used as a call for help, he blew it loud and long. At the first hlnst the miner who had put out the fire, made a dash to escape, firing his revolver as he did so, hoping to kill tlle boy. But. Dashing Charlie was cool, had been under fire before, and though his sleeve was wet with blood from his \TOtmd, be took good aim and shot the man througll the head. Soon after there came a dozen miners hastening to the scene, and Charlie told them what had happened and that he thought he had another dead man in the cabin. But this man, the first one Charlie had fired on, had a broken leg and could not get away. In vain did he appeal for mercy from the gathering miners, for he and his pa rd were known as desperadoes of the worst kind and he was quickly strnng up to a tree with a lariat, his dead companion also suspended by llis side, and left there as a warning to other robbers. Charlie returned to the cabin, but has often said that he did not sleep well, ancl when his 11ncle got back the next day they cut down tlie two bodies and buried them. Charlie Emmett remained in the mines unlil he laid up quite a snug sum in gold, besides ha Ying sent his mother as much more. When he left he took his little fortune with him on the stage coach1 and which was held up by road-agents and lhe driver killecl. But Charlie (1id not wish to submit to being robbed of his fortune and he showed fight, killed one of the road-agents and was himself knocked over by n bullet that struck him in the head. When he came to he found that he had been robbed and left for dead; but the bullet had glanced upon what he was pleased to call his "iron skull," knocked him senseless, und th" e wound was not serious. Charlie put the driver's body in the coach, and taking the box seat seized the reins and drove the six horses on to the next relay station. Having lost his fortune he yet returned home anrl spent a year at school, studying very hard to make up for lost time. With his schoolmates he could not but be a great hero, for his career was known; he had fought Indinns, had the scars of three wounds and had killed outlaws and been a boy miner. Again, when eighteen yenrs of age, Charlie.started for the mines to try and make another fortune. But when 011 the Overland Stage Trail he learned that a large sum was being paid for Pony Express Riders by the company that had engaged to rush thrnugh the mail and light expressage from the terminus of the railroad eastward to the Pacific Coast. Charlie Emmett at once volunteered for the hard and dangerous work, and his slender, wiry .form, experience on the border, splendid horsemanship, endurance, and the fact that he knew no fear, caused him to be accepted without question. His fir&t run was a irail seventy-five miles eastwarcl and back again. It was thrnugh an undulating, wild country, with only a dimly marked trail to follow, the streams to be crossed by swimming his horse, and with the constant dread before him of being ambushed by redskins, for the Pony Express Trail was much of it through a hostile Indian cottntry, or per haps be held up by outlaws. On the nm Charlie rode good horses, having to change his mount at a relay station every fifteen miles, and also keeping up n full speed pace. His horse was lightly saddled and bridled, he \ms dressed in a buckskin suit, slouch hat and top boots, and "as allowed to carry but one revolver to save weight., though Charlie always smuggled along a second weapon to be prepared against accidents. The pony express pouches were of leather, and the letters and expressage could weigh just so much and was wrnpped up in oil silk to keep it from getting wet. Dashing Charlie first went over the trail to learn the "lay of the land," and reported then for duty. He was on his first run when his quick eyes detected an ob ject ahead on the trail. At once he suspected nn ambush, and swerving quickly from the trail, started to avoid the place of danger by a flank movement. Seeing that they were discovered, his enemies boldly showed them Eel ves. They were a dozen Indians, and rode rapidly to head him off in the little valley he was making for. But Dashing Charlie got his revolver ready and held on his way. As he drew near he opened fire, hut very deliberately. A shot brought n pony down, throwing his rider heavily. A second shot missed, a third shot also, but the fifth emptied a saddle. The Indians were now close 11pon him, and were firing their arrows, one cutting into hi s hat, another piercing his boot and sticking in the calf of his leg, while three others wounded his horse. But a chief, mounted upon n large and splendid American horse, was almost upon Charlie, when he fired his fifth shot. The chief reeled in the saddle and dropped over on the back of his loors e while up alongside wheeled Charlie, tore off his fine headdress. then his scalp, and throwing the bocly to the ground, h e seized the rein and captured the horse, taking him along with him. The Indians pursued "ith terrific yells, and an arrow again ''"otmded his horse a:id Charlie knew that he had to act q11ickly. Uncinching l:is saddle, he threw it, with the saddle pouches, upon the chief's splendid horse, and leaped to l1is back just as his own nnimQI went down to die in the trail. Then t.11e daring pony ridei drew his second weapon, and turning-, opc11ed tire upon the redskins who had begun to crowd him. So hot :m

THE PRIZE WINNERS! A s we p redicte d b oys, the re cent con test was a w o nde rful success. It eve n excee ded our most sanguine expecta tio ns N o l ess than 82 5 3 boys competed, makin g t h e con t est b igger and more far reaching than the previous one b y a gQ.Odly n umbe r. T h e jud ges have been b u s il y engag e d in go ing through the huge mass o f articles received, but a re now p repa1ed t o annou nce ihe wi n ner s. The w inners of the fir s t p r i z es who are S p alding Standard Athletic S weat er, are: ea-ch awarded a The winners of t h e fo urth prizes, who are e ach awarded a Spalding L o ng-Di stance Megaphone, are: A F RED, H a n c o ck, A-flch ROY SM/TB, Oroton, S. D. CARL W OARillAN, Scranton, Pa. The winners of the se c ond prizes, who pai r of Raym ond's R o ll e r S 'kates are: are each aw arded a R ALPfl P. NORRIS, 51 Decatur St., Brooklyn, N. Y. BERT MANflART E v anston, Wy. FULTO N PACE, University, A l a. fl. CASTLE, R oc h ester, Ind. W J. O O ODWYN, 905 Upper 1st St., E vaIUvJlle, Ind. JIM flANNAN, Boulder, Colo. JAMES A JOS B Oo rbam, Me. JOHN WILLIS, A usable Forks, N Y. The winners of t h e third prizes, who are each awarded a JAMES K BLEASE, Saxonvllle, Mass. pair of Winslow's Spee d Extension Ice Skat e s are: NICK fl. ROBER TS, Port Gibson, Miss. flAROLD JAR VI S, Bangor, Me. AL DWYER, Neg11u n ee, MJcb. TflOS. S,TJDflAM, 4336 Calumet Av. C h icago /JI fl. STONE, C hicago Ill. N o te t o Prize Wlnncrs.-If your full address does not appea r in t h e flODOE MASON, L o s A n ge l es, Cal. above list, yon should send it at once to the &Jlior of Buffalo Biii Weekly flAROLD A LA VER, D ayton 0. s o t hat you may rece w e you r p r i z e promptly. The e dit o r o f Buffalo Bill Week l y de s ires t o c o ngratulat e the w i n ne rs on the high hon or they have won, for it is a high honor to be the best writer among 8 000 boy s And t o t h o se w h o se articles w e re s o good as to almos t p lace them among the prize winners, the edit o r ext e nds his bi:s t wishe.'> and ho p e s t h e y will no t l o s e heart, but will try again i n the new c o ntest now running. ANOTHE PRIZE CO T EST! H I LI G DVE TURES SPALDINC CATCHERS' MITTS, INFIE L D E R S CLOVES, BASEBALL BATS AND L ONC DISTANC E MEC A PHONES ARE THE PRI Z E S THIS TIME. ERE I THE PLAN You know w hat exciting stories of hairbreat.h e scapes and t h r illing e x peri ences y o u hav e been reading in the BUFF.4LO BILL WEEKLY latel y. You want t o read more like them, don't yon? W e l l send them i n. You have a splendid c h ance for the splendi d p r i zes we o ffer in this c ontest. Yott have a ll h a d some narrow escape. Some dangero us adventure in y our lives. 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