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A ,VVEEft LY PUBLI CAT I 0N OcVOTED TO BORDER HI 5TORY, issued Wegk/y. By Subscriptlon $250 per year. Entered as Second Class Matter at New York Post Office by STREET & SMITH, 238 Wdtiam St .. N Y. Price, Five Cents t.>U ..


, I nipf: n n mo A WEEKLY PUBLICATION OeVOTE:D TO BORDER HIS.TORY !Jna Weeily. By Subscnption lzso Entered as Second Class Matter at the N. Y. Post Offia, by STREET & SMITH, 238 W z71iam SI., N. Y. Entered ac"1rdinK to Act of Conl{Tess in tlte year 1qo2, in tlte Office of tlte Librarian of Congress, Washing-ton, D. C. No. 49. NE w YORK, April 19, 1902. Price Five Cents. BUFFALO BILL'S PHANTOM HUNT; OR, The Go!d Guide of Colorado Canyon. By the author of "BUFFALO BILL." CHAPTER I. TUE BRANDED HAND. "Who is that man coming toward us?" "That man I thought e v erybody know'd; but, as yer are a Englisher an' a stranger here, I guesse s yer is ignorant, pard. "I oo.nfe ss tha t I am very ignorant about this frontier country and its people." "Ther. man yer sees coming yonder are my gooJ pard, Buf'ler Bill, ther greate s t rid e r shot and red skin fighter on the s e h e re plain s One of the speakers wa s Major St. J o hn M ildmay, an offic e r of the Englis h a rm y who had served w ith distinction in India and Egypt, a fine-lo o king p o wer fully-buil t courtly gentleman. The other was a typic a l Ame rican plainsman, in look and dress. The two were standing before an adobe tavern on the Santa trail, and the horseman who had attracted the Englishman was slowly riding .toward them. "That man, there, is the powerful Buffalo Bill? ' "That's Bill," answered Harry Hazard. "I had thought him different-large, uncouth, fierce-faced, of the desperado type; but, instead, he ap p ears a courtly knight of the border, picturesque and--" P a rd I d o n t just catch on ter yer hifalutin' lingo. for I talk s p lain A meric an; but, cf yer i s sla nderin' Bill Cody h e d o n t desarve it, fer he are a s clean cut a m a n as ev e r yer see." "'vV hy, rny friend, I am more pleased because I find him s o d ifferent from what I expected and I have read much about him A s I t o l d yo u Mr. H azard--" "Lordy, d o n t mister m e fer I'm p)ain old Harry Haz ard. scout, trapper, Injun fighter and guide." The Englishman smiled and continued: "\,Yell, Friend H a zard, I have a letter to the great scout, and came !Jere to see him; but I was told that he was away on a speci a l mission, so I wanted the right man for work t o be done, and was directed to you. "From our talk together, I am fully satisfied that you c a n s erv e m e well. but, if the great scout will f ..


l -THE take full control, I will be glad to have him do so, yet will wish your services also." "I'm with yer, pard, and I'll go, that much sooner and more pleased if Buffalo Bill commands the outfit, for you wants ter go into a .country whar few men has been, and danger is as thick as parsons at a eamp-meetin', so it takes narve and skill ter git thar and back, as Bill will tell yer." "Your confidence in the scout but increases my desire to have him go in charge of my expedition. There he comes, now." The scout approached, walking with upright, military bearing, and, with a salute, he said, in his pleasant way: "I am told that you were seeking me, sir-for I am William Cody," "Buffalo Bill?" ''Yes, sir-so-called." "I am Major St. John Mildmay., of the British army, and I came to the frontier to seek you, for you are the very man to do the work I wish, and I bear a letter to you." "Major Mildmay, I arh at your service." The Englishman at once led the way to his room, asking old Harry to accompany them. Entering the Englishman's room in the border tavern; after he had bid them be seated, he said: "Let me tell you, Mr. Cody, I--" "I beg pardon, my lord, but I prefer the name I am best known by-Buffalo Bill.' '. "All right; it is the name you are making famous the world over. Well, Buffalo Bill, I am here on a very important mission, and I bear letters from .my government indorsing me." "Your face will do that, sir." "Thank you; but when I spoke to the Earl of ders of my mission, he promptly told me that you were the one man who could make my mission one of success, so gave me this letter to you," and Major Mildmay handed the letter to the scout, who glanced over it, and again bade him welcome to the .borderland. "I am a soldier, and have seen hard service in the saddle in India, Australia and Egypt, with considera ble fighting as well, so I am not what you would call here a tenderfoot, though one, perhaps, in your life here on the border. ''.I mention this to show you that I will not be in your way on our P,Xpedition, if you will undertake it for me." "You appear like a man 11ble to take care of him self; but the mission, sir?" and Buffalo Bill gazed at the tall, athktic, splendid form with a look of ad miration. "My mission, in a wor.d, Buffalo Bill, involves 'l. large fortune, and is to find a missing heir, or proof of his death." After a 1.11oment of silence, as though reviewing the past events that had led up to his coming t the United States frontier, Major Mildmay said, in a low, earnest tone: "What I say to you both I wish to communicate in confidence." "Certainly, sir," assented Buffalo Bill; "we will so receive it." "You bet we don't gossip, pard," added old Harry. "My reason for secrecy is that nothing may be done to thwart me in my mission, as there may be, for, as I said, a great fortune is involved, and human life as well, besides the honor of a proud name in England. "When serving in India I had a companion who was as a brother to me, and to whom I twice' ow ed my life, which he saved at almost -the certainty of meeting death himself. "Once, when I was wounded, and my horse killed, he returned to my side, beat off the Sepoys who were crowding upon me, aided me to his saddle, and catching hold of the tail of his horse, thus left the field. "Again, when I fell backward before an enraged tiger, he threw himself before the infuriated brute, dropped on one knee, and, with a revolver only, killed him the animal falling so near that he gave him a severe blow v:ith his paw; but I was saved from death. "On anothea: occasion when a brother officer, under the impression that I had wronged him, and in whose way I stood in the line bf promotion, sought a quarrel with me, just as I was starting upon a long expedition, similar to scouting in your country, challenged me, my good friend-knowing his deadly aim and that he was proud of his career as a duelistbefore my return, when I was to meet him, resented a remark he made against me; a meeting followed, and the rnan I was to face when I got back I found dead, run through the heart by my def ender. "I speak of these circumstances to show you that I have reason in what I now wish to do for him. "But a shadow fell upon him in a love affair he had, where the maiden he hoped to wed was forced by her parents to discard him . "Resigning his co_!.11mission of captain in the British army in India, he left the country and came to the United States, severing all ties that bound him to England. "After his coming here, I had a letter from him dated at Santa Fe, New Mexico, and stating that he was going into the mining country of the American Sierras. to make a fortune of his own. "Since then no word has come from him to anv of hi s old associates.. "In the meantime, his elder brother, Sir Duncan, who was, as the elder brother of the family, the heir to the title and estates, was killed by being thrown from his horse, so that leaves my friend the inheritor of the title and for.tune when his father passes away.


1'HE BU ff ALO BILL STORIES s "Now, you understand my mission, Buffalo Bill, nd, as Lady May Melville is still unmarried-and my friend is the heir to the title and estates of the Tillers-her family would be only too glad to allow the u nion, and I only hope to find my lost friend through your aid." Buffalo Bill had listened with the deepest atten tion to the story of St. John Mildmay, the gallant major of the British Lancer Guards. He was struck with admiration for the Englishman's devotion to his friend. "Well, Major Mildmay, I am now desirous to know just in what way I can help you?" "As I said, my last letter was from Santa Fe." "How long ago was that, sir?" "Three years ago. Here is the letter, which you can read-when I was in India I received it, and five years after he left us." "And he writes here that he is going to the mines?" "Yes, he stated that he had lost what money he had in an investment in the ranching business, and was going to try and find a fortune in the mines." "And you. desire to hunt through the mines for him?" "Yes-in Arizona, Colorado, Utah and New Mexico, and I need your valuable services to aid me." "I will go, my lord, but upon certain conditions," answered Buffalo Bill, quietly. CHAPTER II. T H E S C 0 U T S P L O T ame your conditions, Buffalo Bill and I will meet them, whatever the cost," declared Mildmay, eagerly, when he Buffalo Bill state that he would goupon certain conditions. The scout smiled, and replied : "The cost is not what 1 mean, sir, for let me tell you that I am in the government employ-chief of Scouts of General Miles' command-and so can ac cept no outside pay; nor would I do so if I coulci, for any service I might render you." "You are certainly very kind, sir." "Ne-only just; but Jet me state that the condi tions were to obtain the consent of my commanding officer, and if you can give me a couple of weeks' delay to complete a mission I am now on, I \Nill return to the fort, and then come to join you." "I may say that I have letters from the secretary of war to the frontier commanding officers, telling the;11 to lend me every possible aid, for I stopped in Vashington on my way here. "I will ask you to present these letters to your commander for me." "I will do so with pleasure, major." "And what shall I do in the meanwhile?" "Organize your expe along." "It may be, sir, a good idea, in case any of the outfit pass in their chips, or you are attacked; but, let me tell you again, sir, you can rely upon Old Harry for guidance and in a fight, for he is a thorough plainsman." "I shall do so; but when do you think we should start?" "To-morrow afternoon, sir, for it will be a long trail, and one you can make by easy stages to where I join you." "About whar will thet be, Pard Bill?" asked Old Harry. "Yon know the olci Mormon fort, Maroni, Harry?" The old scout started and looked fixedly at Buffalo Dill, whil e he replied, after some hesitation : ''Yas, J'm one o' ther few ter say he knows old Fort Maroni," replied Old Harry, seriously. "Yes, old pard, I am aware of the fact that there are few who know the spot, save the older Mormons, and our s1=outs and trappers, and that strange stories are told of that party of the country, and all that: but this letter of Captain Villers states, I sec, that he is going with a small party who have heard of rich gol

4 il'H E BU ff J\lO BILL STORIES. "I und'erstana, Bill, ana "it's them trails they says is sartin death for them as follows 'em." "Are you afraid to go, old man?" Now, look here, Bill did yer ever know me ter git skeert ?" reproachfully asked the old fell ow. "I confess I never did; but these stories have a smack of superstition in them, and I know you have always stood in awe of spooks," and the scout smiled. "\Vaal, spooks or spirits, devils or Injuns, I'm with yer, even though I has ter tackle ther Skeleton Scout. his self." "The Skeleton Scout?" asked Major Mildmay, with surprise and interest, and Buffalo Bill replied: "I will tell you of the Skeleton Scout, my lord." "Yas, Pard Bill, tell all yer knows about ther Skel eton Scout, and then I'll chip in with my -story," added old Harry, with considerable enthusiasm. '"What I really know, Harry, is next to nothing, but I have heard a great deal about this apparition of the trails, the Skeleton Scout, and from men who profess to have seen him." "You don't believe in him, then, Bill?" "I do not, old man, for I am not of the super stitious kind, and whenevfr I have run down a ghost or spirit scarecrow, I have proven it to be real flesh and blood." "You both interest me greatly in your reference to this Skelet.on Scout, for on the trail here, a few nights ago in camp, I heard it referred to as a weird being that haunted trail s ," remarked Mild may. "That is tl;ie story. Thos e who penetrate to the region of the San Francisco Mountail1s in Ariz ona, are reported to have seen a skeleton form some times on a skeleton horse, at other times on foot; he is said to have warned them back from going in that direction." "Indeed?" "It is also stated that he has been seen flitting about the camps at night, and skeleton forms painted in red have been discovered upon the cliffs along t h e trail and .even on the ground, alway s with the w arn-mg: 'Turn back the Land of Death lies beyond!' "This is remarkable, Buffalo Bill; but you s ay this has happened upon the trail we are to follow?" "Yes, my lord." "Have you ever seen any one who actually savv this apparition of the hills?" "Yes, sir, several; but they were men whom I would not believe under oath, and you know a lie r started upon its travels will make lightning speed and grow from a pigmy to a giant before it has traveled far." "Very true; and you doul{t the existence of such a person, whether in masquerade or not?" "I Clo, my lord." "Y ct it is possible that some one may be masq rading in skeleton form, for some purpose of own." "It is possible, my Jard, but not probable, for is a most dangerous country to dwell in, as the dians are always hostile, and I can see no motive f such masquerading or trail haunting." "White men do not go there, then?" "The Mormons passed up through years ago in large force, sir, so were strong enou to resist, and halted for a while on the march Utah at old Fort Maroni, and gave it the name. "Then there was a train of immigrants, over thr hundred strong, known as the Boston settleme who settled near the San Francisco Mountains, b within a year 'the redskins drove them away fr the beautiful valley where they had located. "Again, there was a band of gold prospectors w went there and have never been heard from sin while s everal other smaller parties are missing, th fate being unknown. "I was down at Fort Wingate a yeaT ago, a heard there rumors of the Skeleton Scout, and I going there when I return from my present mi s ioil, and will hasten on after you, for your trail lit by the fort, and it is the last succor you can look fc behind you. But, keep up a det< ... :mination not 1 all o w the weird stories to drive you off your trail ' I will be most careful in this respect, Buffalo Bil and more, I wjll encourage them by offering a ve: liberal reward for the one who can discover th Skeleton Scout and give me a look at him." "Yes, it would be a great thing, Major Mildma if you could carry back with :rou to England a tropl of your hunt on our frontier in the shape of a skel ton form," asserted the scout, laughing. "It would indeed be something to be proud of, at the man who gi v es me a sight of the Skeleton Seo shall receive the reward I offer." "It kinder appears ter me, pard, that I war goi1 ter git ther money you offers," Old Harry quiet observed. ''I only hope that you will, my friend." 'You s a y s Pard Bill as how them as have sec ther Skeleton Sc out y o u wouldn't b e lieve on oath "True, old man. "Do es yer think I m given ter_ lyin', Bill?" "Never would suspect you of such a sin, old man "Then y o u wou1d take my word for it. if I sa what I had seen?" "Most surely, I w ould. "Then let me tell y ou, Bill, and ydu, too, Pa English, thet I has seen ther Skeleton Scout," w the empha tic : ejoinder of the old plainsman.


\THE BUFF J\LO BILL STORIES. 5 CHAPTER III. THE OLD PLAINSMAN. Buffalo Bill was certainly surprised at the remark of Old Harry, the plainsman. He had never had reason to doubt the word of the man, and knew him to be reliable, braye and not given to talking too much. He was a man who had lived his life among deadliest of dangers, had been a 'noted Indian fighter, was a fri end to tie to in trouble, and was trusted and respected by all who knew him. Ole! Harry had one great fault, or sin for he made the latter out of i t. That w as he was a natural gambler. He bet on a hors erace, on the weather, and all else that he found convenient to wager on, and yet only staked s mall s ums then; but when he sold his pelts, or c ame out of the mines with money, he would indulge in the fascina ting game of p oker un til his last cent was gone. He was never known to win, so pla y ed for the pleasure of losing. His first deed was, when he had money, to deposit with a l andlord of some hotel a snug sum against his becoming penniles;;, and to pay to a bartender an amount of money for treating his friends when he should go broke. If he ran over these sums in his credit, he promptly settled when he g.ot,,more He was a "financial wreck at the tune Ma1or Mildmay came to the little town in N e w Mexico, and the landlord had at once s a id a good word .or Old Harry, and it ended in the Englishman securing his services. That crime had dri v en Old Harry to the frontier 1 to live no one believed and he said it was because he had married a woman wh o m he thought 'to be an angel, but had discovered was a de vil. "She were too much for me pards, I teil ye, and when I found I were living in a climate too hot for me and o-ittin' roasted for breakfast, dinner

6 T'HE BUFF J\LO BlLL STORIES. ''How many did you say there were in the party?" "Seven." "This wa,s three years ago?" "Yas." "And it was three years ago that your friend started, accoFding to this letter, and there were seven in his party," said Buffalo Bill to Major Mildmay. "True, and the letter tells who were along, giving the names of the men as they were known to him -req,d what the letter says, Buffalo Bill The scout again turnedto the letter, and read: In our party arc seven all told, ;md I have been elected captain of what they call out here the outfit. I have two congenial comrades in men who have come West to make a fortune, a guide by the name oi Denny-" I kno w'd him, and I wouldn't trust him to watch man tcr keep ther cats off, let alone to watch live men in danger," said Old Harry. "I am sorry to hear this; but read on, Buffalo Bill." Continuing, the scout read: We have a cook, and two others who go as camp men, and, with myself, make up the outfit. The cook and the last two named I do not care much for, as they have hard faces; but then one cannot choose his companions or attendants in this ceuntry. There is one old scout I would like to have gone with me, for he is a big hearted man, brave, skilled in all the work on the bder, and we became fast friends, he having nursed me when I was ill, and afterward I was enabled to serve him in return; but the dear old fellow is away, not to return iof months, so I go without him. This expedition will make or mar my life. If I a fortune in the mines I will return to England to enjoy it 'but if I fail, th e n look upon me as dead to the world, the once h;ppy past, our old life, bygone friendship s and all, for I shall bury myself here in these wilds, a wreck, and willing t_o live and die unknown among tho se to whom a cruel fate has dnven me ..... ...., But through all, my dear Mildmay, I can never forget you. Ever. your attached comrade, CHAMP. The scout ceased reading, and Old Harry started as he ended the letter, and asked quickly: "What were ther name that was writ at thcr end o' that le!tt>r, Bill?" 'Champ,' it is signed." "The name we 'gave Villers in India. "He was known even among the men of regiment as 'Captain Champ,'" said Mildmay. "Captain Champ! "Why, pard, that were the name of my young friend,'' said Old Harry. "Your young friend?" "Yes, sir, t.her man I larnt ter love like a son, and who went on that gold-huntin' trail with Denny, and whom I'd give much ter run ag'in once more. "I axed him his name one day, and he said I was ter call him Champ, while, as he ahvays had a certain leader-like way about him, the boys called him captain, and it got to be Cap'n Champ." "The same that he bore in India-your friend and mine, old gentleman, are one and the same,'' cried the Englishman, excitedly. "Then ther Lord grant we find him, and, bein' sich is ther 0ase, Pard English, and I don't see wl it haif1't, I jist calls our bargain off we made atwe us, and goes with yer without takin' one cent pay." "No, my friend, I will not accept your genero offer, and, unless you take pay, you will have to Ii main behind, for your time is valuable, I well lrnO\ : "Then I goes, but only make it a game for if we finds him." "All right, we will have it so if you wish; b Buffalo Bill, what is your opinion about this Captal Ch a rqp being my friend Villers ?" "I was certain that such was .the case before y said that the two were identical," r plied the scout. CHAPTER IV. A SUSPICIOUS GUIDE. ''\Veil, Harry, we have a double reason now f finding your Captain Champ, for he is our mutu friend,'' said Mildmay, after a few questions an answers among the three convinced all that ther was not the.slightest doubt but that the one who ha been the old scout's comrade was none other that Captain Sir Trevor Villers. I remember the report coming to the fort tha the band of seven gold-hunters had mysteriously dis appeared, no one ever having had a word from anJ of them since their departure,'' said Buffalo Bill. "That's so, Bill, no one hain't, and yet I some how always expected I'd see my pard, Cap'tair Champ, ag'in." "I hope we may see him, Harry, and believe it too, for we must find him," Mildmay said. "There is one thing I don't exactly like, pards." "Out with it old man,'' Buffalo Bill said. "Yer sees I don't exzactly like ther comp'nJ Champ went along with, fer that feller Denny wen as crooked as a grapevine and bad med' cine fron wayback, and them as he engaged must have been o ther same kind." I hope not," anxiously said Major Mildmay. 'you s uspect treachery on the part of those whc went with him, I take it, Harry?" said Buffalo Bill "Yas, Bill, that be my argiment." ''You have reasons for so believing that you hav< not yet made known to Major Miltlmay, I plainlJ see, so come, old man, there must be no underhanc work between us now, s o out with it." "Bill, you read men's faces same as a open book for I merely thinked what you sees in my looks." "Then you have some secret knowledge regardinf this mi ss ion our friend went on?" "No, pard, I hain't no knowledge of the expecli tion, but I only thinks I has seen Denny, the Gok Guide, since they went out."


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 7 ."Ha! that looks bad, indeed," cried Buffalo Bill, hastily. "vVhen, and where was it, old man?" "You knows Denny is called the Gold Guide out here, frum the fact that he is allus gittin' up expeditions to go to new gold mines?" "vVell ?" "I ki10w he has gone out vvith a dozen, and I never hcerd that any of them he guided had struck it rich, though I does know that one party got drowned, all but Denny and a few others, and another band was massacred.'' "And Denny escaped?" "Fact is he did, Bill." ''The Indians killed them?" "That was what were said." "Well?" 'Another party got attacked by road-agents and wiped out and robbed." "And Denny?" "He escaped ... 'ny more?" ''Not that I kno\YS sart'in about, Bill, but them is enough ter show thet Denny hain't no safe guide for them he guides, don't yer see?'' 'I shoiild think he was a very fatai guide in reality, that is to those he leads. "Biit you say you think you have seen him since the time he went out with Champ?'' ''Yef'.. Bill." ''\Vhen ?" "A year ago." ''\\There?" "At the post. .1Tell us about it. old man." ''Yes let us know just what reason you have to suspect treachery on the gpide's part,"' urged Mildmay, who had been deeply interested in all the old scout had said, ancl grew more and more anxious as the words of Buffalo Bill led to the belief that Denny, the Gold Guide,'had proven a traitor. "It were at the post, as I said. a year ago, ancl whar I heel gone in ter sell pelts to ther trader. "I seen a man come in thar ridin' one horse and with four pack-animals, and heerd he had come ter buy proyisions. "I-'Ie were changed in face frum ther one I know'd as Denny, the Gold Guide, but somehow he. re-1ninded me so much of him thet I went up to him, hit him on ther back and called him by name." "What did he do?" ''He jumped sai11e as though ther town officer hed cqi:neupon him for crime, and his face turned white, but he said he wasn't no darned Denny, nor no friend o' mine. ''If yer hain't him, then yer is doclgin' ther law, as 1 scared yer mighty bad,' says I to him, and I walkpd away. "vVaal, he got his prov1s10ns put up and lit out that night, but, darn me, ther more I remember him, ther more I am willing ter take oath that it Denny, ther Gold Guide," and the old scout spoke emphatically. The. recitai of the old scout's suspicions rega.rd il'!g Denny, the Gold Guide, left.an unpleasant feeling, for it seemed to show, if Denny was the man seen, that Champ had been dealt treacherously with. Seeing this. Buffalo Bill said cheerily: "Vy ell, what if it was Denny himself that you saw, Old Harry? That only goes to prove that Captain Champ found him out in his wickedness and drove him out of camp. "Now, my belief is, from all that I have heard, that Captain Champ is none than Captain Villers, that he went with this expedition of seven to the Colorado River country in search of gold, and, like others, the party has not since been heard from. "They may have been massacred by Indians, perhaps were attacked by road-agents and wiped out; it may have heen they were treacherously dealt with, led into a trap and murdered, and we may never know their fate. "But, .on the other hand, they may have found new l11ines, struck it rich, and still be laying up treasures. My idea is t!Ja,t we should start upon their trail, though it is a cold one and hard to follow, and do all in onr power to hunt them clown and know jnst what has been their fate." . "Such is my desire, and my opinion, Buffalo Bill, and I say let us start on this trail and stick to it until the truth is known," Major Mild may said, earnestly. ''T'm with you,',' was Old Harrys eager response. "Yes. I will start on my way at dawn on the mor row, deliver my dispatches, accomplish my mission, and go to meet you at old Fort Maroni; to which Harry here can you." "That we will do, and press on by easy marches to Fort Maroni, where you will join us within two weeks, Buffalo Bill?" "Yes, major, within that time." ":\nd Old Harry will tell me just what the outfit needs in the way of arms, munitions, stores, traps an cl horses?" ''There is no one better able to tell yon, sir, or to select what yon need, for Old Harry knows; but I would suggest that you take along severed extra horses. for there is no telling what need you may have of them. and I shall do the same." "And there wiJI, be seven of us, all told?" "Yes, sir." "And you will bring a like force?" ''From seven to nine, sir." "And you kin bet, pare!, thar won't be no better men to be found than Bill will bring, clean cut, full o' narve, dead shots, who kin foller a bird's trail, ride a


8 THE BUFF J\LO BILL STORTf:S. horse, shoot ter kill, throw a lariat and outfight any gang o fellers yer eYer met, or will meet, and they'd foller Buff'ler Bill ter hell and back just fer ther fun o' it." Milclmay smiled at this praise of the scout's men, and said: "I have no doubt, Harry, I'll find them all that you say and I shall be glad to have such splendid allies in the work before us." "They will do their duty, major, as you will find," was Buffalo Bill's modest praise of his men, and soon <>.fter the three parted for the night, the scout giving the Englishman a few hints to guide him for h'is own comfort on the long trail. He told him just what he might expect to meet with in that wild land of the Indian and the outlaw, of danger and hardships un told. \Vhen Mildmay arose for breakfast the following morning he found that Buffalo Bill had departed several hours before. Old Harry had gotten up to see him off and, having bid him good-by and had a confidential chat with him in comparing the notes, he set ont on his rounds of the stores to see where he could secure j!Jst what was needed for the expedition. Mildmay had gi, en him 'liberty to purchase all that was needed, without regard to cost, and to secure the best. He kept his eyes open also for men to take along, and was very much disappointed to find that those he had relied upon finding were away and would not return for some weeks. It was impo:>sible to delay the start for them, and so he had to select the best he could, though nearly all of them were strangers to him He found one man, however, who said he had just come up from Texas with a herd of cattle. and had fottr splendid fellows with him, whom he could recommend. After seeing them, Mildmay and Old Harry decided that they would do, and the next morning, with seven all told i n the part y the search expedition pulled out on the trail for Arizona. The expedition was a compl e te o ne, as far as outfitting was concerned. Old Harry had shown him self a good caterer, i n the way of getting provisions, and he had secured the yery best horses and equipments. There were provisions of the very b es t kind and enough to las t for three months with ammunition in plenty; repeating rifles, revolvers a nd sev e r a l shotguns for small game. India rnbber coats and blankets, wi t h plenty o i bedding, were also carried, s o tha t in rainy or dry weather the searchers would be well protected and cared for. Half-a-dozen horses were used as pack-animals, and there were as many extras. besides thos e ridden by the party, while a couple of fine clogs had been secured to aid in trailing and for better se-cur i ty in guarding camp. The keen scent of the dogs would give warning of any unseen danger near them, which a man in the darkness could not see. The first halt was made at noon, some twenty miles out from the town, and during the ride there Mildmay had had a chance to study his men. Old Harry had openly expressed his disappointment regarding them, for he said: "They is a unknown quantity, and I never bets on a man until I has seen him tried, and them pilgrims is all strangers ter me. "Now ther E nglishman will stick like a pinepitch plaster, for he shows that in his face, and he'll make a game one in a scrimmage; but them men I does not know. "Maybe they is all right, and may'Qe they isn't, but ther proof o' tber pucldin' is arter yer hev eat it." When the trail was taken, anxious to learn, Mild may had ridd e n ahead with Old Harry, and had all explained to him that he wished to familiarize him self with, and the scout was very glad to instruct him. But, riding ahead, he had no opportunity upon the march of seeing the men and knowing them better. The noonda y halt gav e him, therefore, the chance to do so. The c ook set to work like one who knew his busi ness, and soon had a tempting dinner ready; but when he would have set the meal apart. for him, Mildmay said: "Oh, no. I chip in. a s you say, with the men, and we all eat together." This seemed t o please t he men, and caused Old Harry to mutter to himself: "I told yer so "Thet Englis h h ain't no slouch, and he do know a he a p for a tenderfoot, and one, too, from across the pond. ' I has heerd it said Britisliers wants ter make out t h ey kn o w s it all, wh e n what they don't know would fill a big book. "But thi s on e does know. and is as modest about it as a young gal z.t her firs t b all." lviildmay c ongratulated hims elf on four of his m e ;i. a t least, for well he kl1ew \vhat Old Harry was. There w ere two other scouts along, and they acted as a s s i s t ant guides scouts and guards. O ne ,; as a Texan. the other a Mex ican, and both s eem e d to un derstand the duties they had to perform. They were quiet men, hav in[S lit tle to say, Wf!re well m ounted, and used Mexican saddles and bridles. Their weapons were of the best, and they were handsome fellows, as well. One answere d to the name of "Texas," the other call e d himself "Mexican Joe." \Vhen the night camp was come to, after a ride of


THE BUF F ALO BILL STORiES. 9 forty miies, and supper was o er, Texas and Mexic an Joe got out a flute and guitar and began to play. They sung well together, also, and Mildmay congratulated himself upon having gotten together for man-hunting a very genial and sociable lot of men. CHAPTER V. THE TEST. The third day on the trail, Mildmay was riding ahead with Old Harry, as was his general custom, when he said: ';V/ ell, old man, we have got a good lot of fellows, after all, for this expedition." "I hain't proud of 'em, cap'n," answered the old scout, who, with the others, had taken to calling the English officer "captain," as J;i, e was the head of the expedition, and in their opinion deserved the title. ' I do not see why, Pard Harry, for we have been three days and nights on the march. and I never saw a man handle loose horses than does the wrangler. "He's good in his way, sart'in." "A.nd we could not ask for a better attend an t than the camp hu stle r." "He knmvs his biz, aifrl he docs it, C8.p'n." "Do you find any objection to the cook?" "Fu'st-class, though ri.1aybe he be a leetle Frenchy in his cookin', and French dish es would kill a coyote ef he were put on 'em for steady diet." ''\Vell. I am sati sfieci with his cookin;, Pard Harry, for his bread is fine, hi s Hap-jacks alj that one ccrnld ask fo:-, and he broils a steak to a turn." ''He does all that." ''And there is Texas. ,,hat a voice he ha s and he plays the flute so \Yell." "Ne,er seen a m;-in what played a flute who would do to tic to; but the fiddle be my choice for real good music." ''But the Texan is a man to be relied on.'' "I'll tell ye more when he b e put to ther tes'.:." "And the other?'' "Ther Greaser?" "Mexican Joe. yes." "Does yer trust him?" "Why not?" "Cap'n, I never trusts a man from across the Rio Grand'e, onless I bas hed reason ter know it kin be clone." ''He and Texas have given us some pleasant even ings in camp with their music and sing-ing." '"\i\Taal, yas, they has, but somehow I kinder a llus thinks o' Injun wanvhoops and coyote yelps when I hears them singin' "You are hard, indeed, to please, Harry," said Mildmay, with a smile. "I allus speak of a man as I find him, cap'n, and I'll jist wait ter see how these pan out before I sings the'r praises. "Now, they may be all right, only I doesn't know 'em ter be, and I hain't acquainted with 'em yet. "If they was friends I knows and wanted fer ther trip, then I could tell yer jist what they was and I hopes we will find these 0. K. when ther horn blows fer action. "But we was too pressed fer time ter wait for others, and it were these or no one. so they is with us, and I'm playin' a waitin' game, an' I may say, as well, a watchin' one, for my eyes are open wide." The Englishman laughed, and replied: "You are right, Harry, and I see that I have the right man in you, so feeJ every confidence." "I has been tried, cap'n, and Buffalo Bill vouched fer me, and he hain 't given ter puttin' his word on one wh o will back down when death calls front ter hand in his chips; but does yer know i doesn't half-like the sig-ns I sees about?" "What kind of signs, Harry?" "Injun signs." "Ah! you think that there are Indians about?" "I knows it." "How so?" "I has crossed two trails, one going east, t' other west, and they was some five miles apart. I hain't seen thet Texan and Greaser show th et they seen 'em yet, and one trail was made by fuliv forty ponies and t'other by fifty 'you arc sure they were Indian trails?" "Sartin, f o r ther ponies was not shod." "Ah! but there comes the Texan." As '.'.Lilclmay spoke the Texan came up from the rear at a g;allop and said: "Pare!, I saw a trail some miles back of some forty ponies going ea s t and another just now of half-ahu;1drecl bound west, and 1 believe they will circle rou nd, meet and ambush us." "You is right, Texas, thet is jist what they'll do. so you and Mexico Joe move out ahead on ther flanks, and see ef yer kin git onter the'r hidin -place." The Texan gave a signal to his Mexican com panion, and the two started ahead, keeping a space of half-a-mile between them. They soon disappeared from view, but an hour after they came back at a gallop, and the Texan re ported the Indians, about. a hundred strong, am. bushed in a cedar thicket through which the trail ran. a nd added: "By flanking to the right, sir, we can give them the slip and keep on a ridge, where we can make a good stand if attacked." "\Ve \Vill take the ridge," quietly replied Old Harry, while Yiildmay, 'lvith a smile of triumph, said, in a low tone: "They have been put to the test, and did not fail t:s, Harry, \Yhile they are as cool as icicles


1 0 THE BUFF /\LO BILL STORIES. "Wait until bullets fly, and see then," was' the I'! shoulder, his horse stood as still as a statue, an.<;1 with muttered response. quick aim. came a puff of smoke, a report, and a When the little party flanked off to the right, to bullet was sent upon its mission. the rocky ridge and leave the. cedar thicket _a Eve. ry eye beheld how true the aim, for the chief mile to left, Old Harry qmckly formed his in advance threw his hands up above his head, waved 111 marchmg order. . them wildly, and, before a warrior could catch him, 1 he pack-horses were fa_stened together 111 smgle fell in a heap from his horse, the rushing ponies tile, the led-horses follow1'.1g. them, the wrangler passing over him. leadmg and th.e_ bringmg; up the rear. "A long range, splendid shot-bravo!" cried Mild. The car ned swung. lus sad_dle on either may, and, as his rifle went up to his shoulder, the side ext1 a nfles and ammumtion, and !us duty was to others did the same, including Harry's once more. lead for the others as they needed the weapons. In the front rode Old Harry, and for his comSix shots out toge.ther, and as many panion he took the l'viexican, while to bring up the deadly hnllets we .nt on then :rra11ds rear was Mildmay, with Texas as his pard. Here and the.re a horse went d<;:nvn, and a brave \Vhen they reached the rise they saw the thicket toppled _from _as the ntles rattled forth of cedars ahead, and all looked serene there, as death with startlmg rap1d1ty . danger lurked in their depths. The charging redskins had not looked for such a But this quietness lasted only for a moment, for, long-range fire, nor for repeating rifles in the hands seeing that the party had left the trail and were of all their foes, and the cavalcade swayed wildly, avoiding them, they knew that their presence there and suddenly turned to the right about in a flying was either known or suspected, and that they must retreat. reveal themselves. Hot after them fie,, the bullets. The aim of the Th1s tliey did with sudden yells and a dash out of palefaces was deadly. the thicket, directly across the valley and up toward But suddenly the redskins wheeled again, and the rocky ridge. . once more came on with a rush, firing as they came They were seen to be well mounted, though their the few rifles they had, and also sending showers oi ponies had a jaded look, and they were about four-arrows upon their foes. score in number. One arrow struck lVIildmay in the shoulder, anwith long-range rifles, take other hit Texas in the hip, and a couple of horses fell aim! and don t IYO bullets _by puttm two under the redskins' fire before the terrible leaden 111 one Iniun .where one will do ther biz. hail poured upon them by the repeating rifles caused "As_ :Vill halt here ter fire, all ther cook them to turn about as thol1gh on pivots and ride for km chip m m ther powder and lead mus1.c. their Jives in retreat. "vVhen they reaches yonder rocks, open fire, for 'l'J Ol l H .. J M"i j 'f -. I 'll h b 11" d 01 l II 1 cl t ti 1en c an;, wit 1 1 c may, e:>,:as and Mex1start t er a an c arry g ance a ie J d 1 l b 11 1 h. k 1 h' f t 1 1 k f can oe. pm sue all( t ll ew u ets mto t 1e t ic et men wit 1 somet mg o anx1e y 111 11s oo or, as 1 1 I I I l I fl f h I d 'd 1 1 t"t ,, so 10t y t iat t iey sent t 1e recs <1ns ymg out o e 1a sa1 t 1ey w:ere an un mown quan 1 y ti His Te)\as and Mexican Joe were none the less cool, rifl e s keeps them away off so they has about all they and looked like men to whom the art of killing their wishes. fellows was by no means new. "Panis I is glad ter s ee yer has smelt powder t The wrangler and the hustler were ready, too, no dore and hain't afeerd o' ther mus ic made by Ryin' mxiety being shown by either, \Vhile the cook was le:id," and he looked particularly at Texas and Mexi eirepared to load weapons DS fast a s they were can Joe as he spoke. lhamlecl to him. The slight wounds received by :Niajor Niilclmay and On came the redskins at a run, their yells echoin.g Texas \Vere speedily dressed, and then at a quickagainst the ridge, and their appearance most danger. ened pace the party held along the ridge for several ous, as in such heavy force they rushed down the miles, descended into a Yalley and camped on a small slope, to then ascend the ridge and attack. stream, they wer.e splendidly protected against The halt had been made among some large attack, and could beat off twenty redskins to one if bowlders, and these protected the led horses and they made another charge upon them. pack-animals from the fire of the redskins. But night came on and not a redskin had been B_ut promptiy the rifle of Old Harry rose to his !'een to be following 011 their trail.


BUfF ALO BILL STORIES. 11 I CHAPTER VI. "But remember, Cody, the officer who goes is o N THE TR Ar L. merely an honorary es .cort to Major Mildmay, as a British soldier, and will no more have command than Buffalo Bill picked his men. does the Englishman, for you are the leader, though, He picked his horses as well, for he knew what of course, ycu will consult with any officer who ac was before him. companies you." The scouts he selected were all a splendid lot of "Ha;re you thought of any one, Colonel Baldfellows, rough riders dead shots, of iron physique, win?" and pos s essed in the fullest sense of true courage. "Well, I know one who would gladly volunteer, Any one of them had records of daring d e eds and for he i s a daring fellow, a splendid soldier and an fierce encounters. experienced Indian-fighter, young as he is. The men were all splendidly mounted, several t h d 1 d k 1 ses "He belongs to the infantry, it is true, but he is as ex ra orses were carne a ong, an pac 1or fine a rider a s there is in the cavalry, and is, further, were supplied with all provisions and equipments a friend and aclmirer of yours." needed for the long trail, which might extend to months. "I was going to suggest Lieutenant Robert F. Ames, sir." The party rode away from the fort early on the h "The very man I had in mind. morning set for their start, and took the trail sout "I am glad you are pleased with my ward to Fort Wmgate. "Orderly!" -,-.There a stop was to be made of a day, for rest and to get ready for pushirig on into the country where The orderly appeared, and was sent to request the tl ld fi d h.t l l e presence of Lieutenant Robert Ames at headquar. 1ey wou n no w 1 e men, no succor, av 1av to face the deadliest of dangers. tcr-ii e s o on appeared, a handsome young man. with They expected, o f course, to find at the old Mor-true soldierly bearing. expressive, determined face mon fort the party of Mildmay three d a ys ride from and the eye of an eagle. Fort Wingate, and then they would have their force He saluted his superior officer and shook hands increa s ed by seven good men. cordially with Buffalo Bill. Arriving at Fort \Vingatc, Buffalo Bill report. ed to "Mr. Ames, I sent for you to ask how you would the commanding officer, and delivered a letter from General Miles. like to go upon a very hazardous expedition, with a very small force?" "Well, Cody, I am gla d to see you, but I cannot h "I sho11ld be delighted, s1r, especially as I believe say that I am glad to sec you going upon t is exp edition, for I consider it foolhardy in the extreme,,, Buffalo Bill is to be the guide and scout," promptly answered the officer. said Colonel Baldwin, in welcoming the scout. "Yott consider it more hazardous now, sir, than "He is to do so; in fact, he will command, while before?" you will go as escort. representing the army." "Yes, for the Indians are in a very ugly humor. "Nothing could please me more, sir." "Remember, it is a very perilous trail that you and you are going into a bad land. take." "Mildrnay passed north of here some fifty miles, "I am ready, sir." but sent a scout with a letter to me. I returned my "Select a sergeant and six men to accompany you, opinion of the expedition. I told him of the danger, and be ready to depart day after to-morrow." unless a force of soldiers were sent large enough to fight off the redskins. This force had already been refused by him, for he says that he will risk no body of soldiers on his mi ss ion, only take those he can personall y secure for value received, save in your case, Cody." "I believe, sir, I would be better pleased to have a force of soldiers with us, but yet if we cannot fight we can retreat." "Yes; I am only satisfied to see the party go as you are to be the leader; but General Miles su g gests, out of compl iment to the British officer, if for nothing else, I send any officer who cares to volunteer to go, along with a sergeant and six men, and th a t will augment your force materially." ''It will. sir, .and I will be glad to have the in creased force * * * "Well, Cody, have you decided which trail to take from here?" "I'll tell the situation exactly, lieutenant," and Buffalo Bill dismounted from his horse in camp, where Lieutenant Ames, his soldiers and most of the scouts, had halted for the night, their second day 011t from the fort. The position was upon a hilltop, well wooded and with a stream at its base, a rare thing to find in that almost waterless country. "\Vell, out with it, Bill," and Lieutenant Ames lighted his pipe and leaned back against a tree to listen. By going n o rth, sir, we would cross the trail of :i\1ildmay and his party, and follow it on to Maroni;


12 THE BUFF ALO BILL but that would take us almost a day's ride out of our wav." "And accomplish nothing?" "Well, it would show us whether they had gone along or not." "You think there is any doubt of their having done so?" "I do not, and yet you know the best laid plans miscarry in this country." "Very true; but now to the other trail?" '"'vVe can reach the old fort by to-morrow night, sir, for you see the snow-clad peaks o'f San Francisco Mountains ahead of us now." "And the water?" "VI e cross a couple of streams during the day, sir." "And the other trail?" "W.e are most likely to ruri upon a band of red-'S!,_:t9. "And that would delay our joining Mildmay?" "It might sir." "'0 1 ell, I should say push right on to-morrow to Fort Maroni, and if the party are there we are all right, and if not we can either wait their coming, or go out to meet them; but do as you deem best in the matter." "They should be there, sir; yes, several days ago, and it is my opinion to push on for the old fort to morrow, and there decide what is best should the Mildmay party not be there." "\"!\T e have not seen any Indians thus far, and I trust Mildmay has been as fortunate." "They have been, sir, unless they have run upon a roving band of redskins, prowling or hunting. 'But Old Harry is as good a scout and guide as they could have, and I feel no anxiety for them as Jong as he is the leader. '"Yes, I know the man, and he is a good one; but what force has Mildmay ?" "Seven, all told." :'And you have eight scouts with you, nine all told, while I have a sergeant, corporal and eight men, so that, altogether, we number twenty-six. A very respectable force, after all, and we ne ed hardly fear the redskins at ten to one against us." "Not with our new repeating, long-range rifles, sir, and many of us have extra ones that will count in a hot fight, lieutenant." \11 "Indeed, they will. Cody, answered the hand (' some young officer, and soon after supper was an a nounced by the cook, and the lieu tenant and Buffalo Bill messed together. The night pa ssed without any a larm, the sentinels seeing nothing more dangerous than prowling coy otes, and the mount was made at dawn, a ten-mile march being made before breakfast. San Francisco Mountains loomed up grandly now and to the right, and the horses \Yere kept at an easy trot to reach the old Maroni fo'rt before nightfall. Sweeping through a narrow valley, while the sun was yet an hour high, the party came out into the plain surrounded by a lofty range, the mountains on the right hand towering far up into the clouds. The plain was treeless and extended to the foot hill s on one side, the mountains on the other, while there was a stream not far distant. In the center of this large plain was a group of log. cabins surrounded by a stockade wall, and this was Fort Maroni, the one-time halting-place of Brigham Young and his followers on their march up into Utah. Buffalo Bill was in advance and by his side was Lieutenant Ames, and both looked eagerly toward the old deserted fort to see some sign of those whom them had come there to join. :But no horses were staked out to graze, no smoke circled up from the chimney, and all was still in the old Mormon resting-place. The Mildmay party under the guidance of Old Harry had not arrived, yet were days overdue. \ V h en they rea lized that the old fort was unoccu pied, that those they had expected to find there were not visible, Buffalo Bill and Lieutenant Ames, in their anxiety, rode forward at a gallop. For once the forgot his caution in his de sire to find out why their friends were not there, and nbt until they dashed into the stockade gate did Buffalo Bill re alize his mistake and cry out: ''That time I acted rashl y, for suppose an ambu h had been waiting for us; but they are not here, lieutenan t." "No. "i\. nd have not been." "Are you sure?" "Oh, yes, for they would have left some sign for us had they been." "They have been delayed." "By Indians, doubtless; but I hope that they have been able to stand them off." "Well, they may get in to-night, but should they not do so?'' "We can do but one thing." "And what is that?" "Go on the hunt for them." I am ready." "No, lieutenant, I will go with six of my men, and you had better remain here to strengthen up the old post and guard the stores. -"I will leave two of my men with you, and if we h av e to retreat we have you to fall back on." "And where will you go?" "On the trail that Old Harry and myself decided they should travel. "'If they have not been wiped out we wjll


'f'HE BUFfJ\.LO BILL STORIES. 13 them within a day or two's ride or corralled some where fighting off the redskins." "If the redskins are in force ?" "Jill dash in with my scouts, sir, and should w: not return within five days, you can take our trail and come to our support, and a second coming of reinforcements I am sure will convince the Indians that a larger force is at hand, and cause them to move off." "You know best Bill, and I will be guided by your judgment, but I hope that Mildmay .and his men will come in to-night, or that you will meet them to-morrow." "I ho pe so, sir, but it looks had to me, this not finding them here." "And you lay it all to Indians?" "I am not so sure' of that, sir." "You are aware that the missin g of several gold huntino parties is attributed to a band of gold rob bers, wbho make the rounds of the mining-camps and hang upon the trails?" "Yes sir I have seen them and met them." "I'd iike 1to o-et a chance at them now, with you b and your scouts along, Cody. "I hope that we may, sir; but, lieutenant, have you ever heard any rumors of the Skeleton Scout?" "Have I not, Bill? "Why, he has been the talk of the caiups at times." "Docs anv one know who or what he is?" "Mv idea is that he is some crazy wild man who hanas about the trails, perhaps some gold-hunter who::. has been crazed in his search for gold, or by finding it, but is harmless." "How does he subsist, sir.?" "Ah! that is the question. "W1hat do you think, Bill?" "I do not know, sir, just what to think, though I hope we may find him this trip." "It would be a feather in our cap, surely; but here come the men." The force n o w came up, and disappointment, mingled anxiety at not findin g the other party there, was upon every face. The order was given to go into regular camp. The log-ca bins furnished good quarters for the men, while within the stockade wall .and on the plain surrounding it the grass was lon g and juicy, with water near at hand. For some reason the wild animals did not frethe deserted fort of the Mormons, leaving it as desolate and alone as the little fenced-in plot, shaded by a pinon tree, where were the graves of the Mormoqs who had died there. CHAPTER VIL A MYSTERY OF THE NIGHT. Feeling comparatively secure in the old only two sentinels were placed on duty that mght, one at each entrance to the stockade, and on the out side, where their eyes could take in the sweep of the plain in every direction. . The stockade was some three acres m size, and tne horses, being allowed to within walls, were safe. One of the sentinels was a soldier, the other a scout. Time passed away, the soldier ever and anon arousing himself, as from instinct, to glance about him. At last something seemed to arouse him, but what he did not know. He appeared to feel a human presence near. He still kept his position, with his back against the stockade, his eyes wide open, his senses all acute. Then, the presence which he had felt, he saw. Not far from him on the plain, visible in the starlight-the stars shine brightly there, and the air is clear as crystal-he beheld a form. Could he believe his eyes that he beheld what appeared to him to be 1a skeleton form? He gazed in hor,ror upon it. He saw the white skull, the skeleton form, the arms, the legs, all, and with painful, startling dis tinctness. 'vVas it a dream, or was he awake? It must be some hideous nightmare, for surely a skeleton form like that could not walk the earth. .; He stood like one transfixed, unable to move. But at last he felt that he must move, he must shake himself together, must see if he were sleep' ing or waking. vVith a mighty effort, he made a move and stood upright. Then he brought his rifle to a "ready," and still stood staring at the weird object. "I am surely awake," he said, and he aloud. His voice seemed hoarse and strange to him. Then he coughed, and watched the result. The skeleton form stood still, silent and motion less "Halt! who comes there?" suddenly ra11g out in the so ldier's deepest tones, and the answer promptly came: "The dead!" And then was uttered a wild cry that c aused the camp to rally in alarm, and Buffalo Bill and I..:ieuten ant Ames to hasten to the soldier's post of duty. Buffalo Bill was the first to reach the stockade barrier, and, rifle in hand he leaped over it, and be held the sentinel prostrate upon ground. Lieutenant Ames was close up _on his heels, &nd.,


i4 THE BU ff J\LO BILL STORIES. ;:s the scout glanced about him, he beheld the officer, \;hile the others were running to positions to fight off an a ttack. The scout who was the other sentinel out: "All qui e t here!" so that the interest all centered upon the pos ition occupied by the soldi e r. That he was dead when he saw him prostrate upon the ground Buffalo Bill certainly believed, and he glanced about for his s layer, while Lieutenant Ame,s knelt by the side of the m an. Bill, he is not dead, for he i s rallying." "See to him, please, lieutenant, while I take \t scout around the s tockade s aid Cody, a n d he at once walked away in the darknes s, then h a lted and called out: "One of the scouts bring me my horse in all haste." ...,,_,. Then t o the lieutenant he a dded as his eyes w ere gazing o ve r the plain : "I certainly sa w ci. form flying along y onder, and I will pursue as far a s I dare." The lieuten ant would have checked him but just then a scout dashed up w ith his horse, and, throwing himself into the s add1e, Buffalo Bill rode lik e t he wind, callingout: "Tell several to follow me, L s so Bill. 'While the scout address ed, the one who had brqught his horse, ran back to the stockade to o be y Buffal o Bill rode on in the direction in which he had seen the fleeting form. The motion o f his horse rendered h i s gaze 1111steady, but he distinctly saw a form ahead going at great speed over the pla in. He was not far from the shadows at the base of the mountains, and, strange to say, was flying along directly for the little white fenc e that enclo s ed the graves of the M ormons buried there. On sp e d the s cout, urg-ing hi s horse to his utmost, and the splendid a nimal, fleet as a deer, was gaining upon the flying form fast as it was running. Gazing more fixedly at it as he approached nearer, and confident that he could overtake it, the scout was surprised at what he saw. It seemed to him that the one who \ va s running away from him wore a snowy garme n t, almo s t misty in its texture, and he saw what a ppeared to be a weird, greenish, spectral light seeming to hover about it. He could :1ave opened fire his rifle, but wished to capture the fugitive ali ve. Nearer and nearer the fugitive and pursuer approached the shadows of the hills and Buffalo Bill began to realize how much he \Vas risking in the way of being led into an ambush, so determined to call a halt. "Halt! or I fire!" he cried in a voice that rang out over the plain, penetrating far beyond the eai:s of the fugitive. Almost instantly the shadowy form halted, turn a : bot1t and threw its arms al:iove its head, while sepulchral tones came the words : "Hold, Buffalo Bill! you follow Death!" Hardly had the scout in his amazement heard t wo r d s when his eyes fell upon and beheld the wh" outline of a skeleton, the bones being marked w a spectral glare that rendered them distinctly visio Involuntarily he had drawn hard ilpon his rei but just as he did so his horse went down heavil hurling him far over his head, so unexpected w, ;iis fa] I. The scout, agile as a panther though he vvas, w unable to catch himself or break his fall, and he f heavily, striking so hard that the breath was m mentarily knocked from his body, and his head r ceiv-ed a severe blo.w that partially stunned him. P assing his hand across his brow several times, se e med to bring back his sen s es, and he saw ho1's e standing s ilent not far distant, as though was ashamed of falling. T hen his mind flashed upon the fugitive form, am turning quickly toward the spot where he had s e en it he disco vered that it was gone. A t this ins tant there c a me the rapid clatter a hoofs, and up da shed se veral scouts at full speed. Halting by the s ide of their chief they saw tha he ros e with difficult y, as t h ough severely hurt. ''Are y o u wounded, chief? We heard no shot! "No, onl y a fall for m y horse went d o wn int something, and I am anx ious to discover what it is. "You a r e hurt, s ir. " Oh, n o, merely a bad shakeup, and the fall ha: stunned me. "The ground is s oft and I will not feel any ba 1 effects fr o m it ," and Buff a lo Bill walked over to th spot where hi s hors e had fallen. T h e re he beheld a d ee p narrow h o le in th ground: "It is a grave and open, he said, thoughtfull) and then he g la nced about him and continued: "It wa s just in m y trail too, and my horse got hi forefoot in t o it without seeing it "There is no dirt near it that having been take; a way, and it wa s n o t recently dug, either." "But it's a g rave sir," s a id Lasso Bill. "Ye s, and I saw the body that belongs in it," sa i, the scout, impressively. "You saw the body, chief?" asked the scouts to gether. Buffalo Bill lau g h ed, and replied: "Do yon s ee yonder white fence?" "Yes sir." "It incl ose s some graves, and the one I followe w as running for that place and led me across tha open grave yo n der. "My h o r s e f ell into it and when I got my sense I saw. that my ghost vyas gone."


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 15 ''Your ghost, chief?" "Call it wha t you plea s e Lass o Bill, but I saw the ::eleton Scout." The three scouts started at this. They knew their chief too well to feel that he iJUld joke about a serio us subjec t They had all heard of the Skele ton Scout, and had iyed the idea that there wa s such an object. But now their chief told them that he had seen e Skeleton Scout, and they were more than interted. In a few words he told them just what he had be :ld, and added: "To follow fur ther now would be ele ss, and, besides, w e might run int o an ambush l d be shot down. "To-morrow we will have a hunt for the Skeleton :out, taking his trail. "Now we will go back to the fort, and, mark my ;>rds, that sentinel saw what I did." He mounted his horse, though still bruised by the ll, and the party rode back to the stockade. Lieutenant Ames w a s with the soldi e r sentinel :io had now returned to consciousness, and he ll ed out: H e fain t ed, Cody, and it w as hard to fet ch him und. His brain mu s t be aff e cted for he sa y s that s a w a ghost." "He did see one, Lieutenant Ames A phantom form that haunts the trails in this Untry, lieutenant. It is known as the Skeleton :out." "Oh, yes, I have heard of s.uch a form : "That was it sir, for I saw his skeleton form dis1ctly," cried the soldier, and he added : Yes sir; yes. it was a spir i t from spirit land." "It was a spirit from a distillery, Watkins, and 1u surrounded too much of it. "I thought you had given up drinking," said eutenant Ames, s ternly. !'I have, sir for I never touch liquor now." "No, lieutenant, he did see what he sa y s for I also wit, and chased a phanton;i, as I know to my cost. H e led my horse o ver an open grav e, directly r the Mormon burying-ground, and I had a fall t I still suffer from. ('When I called halt, it turned, raised it s arms and b eheld by the aid of some s p ectra l light, a skeleform, while I heq,rd the words, in answer to my mmand: 'You foUow Death, Buffalo Bill.'" 'Ha! it called you by name?" 'Yes, sir." "What do you make of it Cody?" 'That it is the one who is masquerading as the leton Scout." 'Doubtless; but for what purpose?" That is to be seen, sir, .. s we continue our trail." quickly to the soldier, in his frank I hearted way ever ready to acknowledge a wrong, Lieutenant Ames said: I a m s orry I wronged you, Watkins, and beg your pardon." "It's granted, sir, and I do not wonder that you doubte d m e for ghosts are not seen often, and I don' t care to meet with another one, for it unnerved me completely sir. "I tried to give an alarm, as I gazed upon it, then my brain g rew dizzy and I knew no more. "Chie f Cody I thank you, sir, for vouching for it that what I saw was rea1!y a skeleton form." "Well, Watkins, forget it now, and go to your blankets for I will put another man in your place and, having m a de the detail, Lieutenant Ames walk e d off with Buffalo Bill, and when the two were alone together he a sked: "What does it mean, Bill?" Buffalo Bill did not immediately answer the que s > tion of Lieutenant Ames. "Lieutenant, you know that I no more believe in superstition than you do." "Very true, Cody." "To say that what I saw was a ghost, or a skeleton form would be ridiculous, for such could not be "None of thos e whom I have ever seen die none o f the b rav e fellows whom I saw fall, and all that are now in their graves, fri e nd s or foes, have ever come back to me in spirit form, unless, perhaps, in a dream, so I know that there is no use in believing that the dead can come ba ck to us." "Yet you saw a skeleton form?" A h yes, and a perfect one, as far as I could see." "The skeleton was making tracks for his grave evidently said Lieutenant Ames, laughingly. "Maybe he was; but we'll see by his trail to-mor. row 1norning. '' "You expect to trail .your ghost then, Cody?" "Oh, yes ghosts that prowl nowadays leave tracks." "But you challenged him?" "Yes, sir; and he replied to me." "How do ghosts' voic es sound?" "Somewhat sepulchral, sir; certainly the one I he ard h a d a warning in it." "And he knew you?" "Yes, sir." "But now tell me what you make out of this strange appearance?" "It i s some one masquerading for a purpose that I am determined to find out, sir, and I will begin in the morning," was the scout's reply, and Lieutenant Ames rejoined: "That means that a ghost is to be cal}tured, for when you speak in thf;lt tone you will do all you set out to perform. "Now let us see if we can get a few hours' more sleep, without having our rest broken by prowling


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. gho_sts," and the two friends were soon f

THE BU Ff ALO BILL STORIES. 17 yond, where a charge had been made, over a score of Indian ponies were stretched out over the plain for a mile or more. But this was not the worst that the scouts gazed upon, for there were the bodies of seven men upon the field, huddled in a little inclosure, where they had made a temporary fort to defend their lives. Here, too, was a shattered rifle-butt, a broken bit, a torn blanket and other' things that could on)y have belonged to the paleface party. The bodies lay within a space of half-an-acre in size, and they were so torn by the teeth of the wolves and the beaks of the buzzards as to be wholly un recognizable. They had been stripped of fheir clothing, and were simply torn to pieces. "There were seven in Mildmay's party, and here are seven bodies, while each one has been scalped, that is evident. "See this long lock of gray hal.r-it came from the head of poor Old Harry, and is stained with blood. "Yes, pards, they were overwhelmed by numbers, and were 1Niped out entirely. "This is a pitiful story to tell, a sad report to go back to England. "But this time the redskins have struck too big game, and M ildm ay will be fearfully avenged." So said the sco ut, as he sat upon his horse, gazing s3.

18 THE -BUFF /\LO BILL STORIES. "Now, fr\dians were the attacking force here, but I am sure that they were Jed by whites, who left trace11 to show that only Indians were con' "And, thti party, chief?" "Are either prisopers, or dead,11 responded Buffalo Bill. The words of the chief of scouts set the four men to thinking, and the more they conned over the ter the more certain they became that Buffalo Bill had struck the keynote of the situation. They at once be2"an to look over the whole affair, jude-ed from his standpoint, and it came upon them in many ways that the death camp had been as Frank said, "doctored" to cause a belief that the Mildmay party had been attacked by Indians and wiped out. closer inspection of the bodies proved that in each case the hair had been cut away, nvt by coyotes, and this same doctoring with knives was shown in each oase, while the positions being all tended to reveal work that had been artificial, not the result of being killed in battl.e. A horse, which Old Harry had shown Buffalo Bill at the little town, <\nd had belonged to Major Mildmay, was recognized.among the dead animals by the sco nt, and a handkerchief, tied in a knot as though pound about a wound in the head, )Vas picked up near it, and bore the crest of the Englishman. The men, having scattered, going singly in their search, came together again at the unfinished graves just at noon. The chief was there, and each one of them gave the result of their searching and thinking over the rnatter in the let upon it by Buffalo Bill. To a man they agreed that Buffalo Bill was right, and they so told him, giving all their reasons, for doing so. "Well, pards, I thought when you looked more closely into the matter you would decide as I have; but we will now bury these dead bodies, and-make a camp at q.uother po.int." "To await the lieutenanf s coming, sir?" "Well, no, for be about where I wished him, I think, and one of you must return to Fort Maroni anc;l. ask hirn to remain there until I can give him further inform a tion.1 "I will sir," said Frank. "All rie;ht i start, and you will he<\d him off be fore he iets far from the fort." "Y O\l have formed your opinion about this mat ter, I can see, so what shall I tell the lieutenant?'' Frank said. "Tell him, simply, t.hat we came upon a camp of dead men and a number of horses, so fixed as to attempt to rnake us believe that it was the Mildmay party. "We take the trail of the redskins when you start to join him, so as to follow them to their village. "\Vhen I have done so, I will report to him, for him either to come on with the force at Maroni, or send to the fort for a number of as may be deemed best after we know the situation. "The redskins left hete in a score of different bands." "Then that throws us off the scent?" "Oh, no; follow one, pards, for all those trails lead to <\ certain point and come together there." "I you are chief, and you certainly have a way of looking through and through any thing; they just divi left by them. The nature of the counti.:y was against their ing, as only here and there was it watered and wooded, and a blade of grass could be found. This rendered traveling a hardship and game very scarce, and scalps or g-ame was what the redskins wanted on their prowling expeditions. The night camp was made up a canon, at a point somewhat well known to--Oay as the Naval10 Spring, a stream so copi<:ms that it caused quite a little broo


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 19 to come flowing down to the plains, where it lost itsel! in the sands. Beneath the shadows of red cliffs thousands of feet in heii ht, the srnuts went into camp, just where those they pursued had made their encampment, and a glance about them. rev ealed that there had been a large encampment there. "The other trails meet here, chief," said one of the scouts, as his eyes fell upoh several trails leading to that point. "It was just as I supposed; they divided to throw pursuers off and put them at fault, and this was their rendezvous, I suppose-this and the ferry across the Colorado," answered Buffa lo Bill. }\ere, as in the other camps, the same tracks were seen, and up in the canon a few hundred yards newmade were found. As in the other cases, that they know just what the contained, the scouts threw out the soft earth. They found here half-oi.-dozen bodies, and all were Indians. "vVell, pards, from the dead they buried the Mildmay party made a killing fight of it, and did splendidly." l "They did, indeed, for these make eleven bodies we have found, not to speak of the seven they tried to play on us as Mildmay and his men, Gerard responded. "And there are more trails that have graves along them, too, which we have missed-yes, Mi ldmay and his men rendered a good account of themselves, t houl?'h I cannot yet see an explanation for their 0 havmg been taken alive. "Yes, chief I only wish they had been, for then we have a chance to rescue them; but we ha Ye seen only dead NaYahoes, and if they have been taken prisor.Jers up into their country it will be a miracle if we get them out." "It will not be play to dQ so, Ernest! But we can let the horses loose to-night, as they cannot go far, or a-et away, and I do not think a watch is neces sar;, as we will sleep back up the canon a short dis tance, so we all can a good night's rest." The scouts were more than willing for this ar rana-ement, and smoked their pipes after supper, themselves in thei r blankets and lay down to sleep. What cur camp." "I only hope he will stay away," growled Gerard. "Or come within reach of my lasso, for he is one I \vi s h to c

20 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. "A ghost, chief?" "Yes, Ernest, ghost or whoever or whatever it may be that is masquerareiing in a skeleton form," answered the chief in his determined way when much moved. The scouts returned to their blankets again, but, excepting Buffalo Bill, none of them wen t to sleep immediately. The day came without further disturbance, and the scouts were glad to have the darkness gone after the visit of the weird being of the night before. Going down to the mouth of the cafion to look out over the plain, Buffalo Bill saw, miles away, a long line of fog-bank, or cloud of mist, hanging over the mighty chasm that marked the course of the Colorado River, which flowed along in its bed, a thousand and more feet below. 1 fot a thing was visible upon the desert plain, as far as the eyes could reach, or on the brighter plateau far beyond, running back to the solid wall of carmine cliffs a couple of thousand feet in height. Wrapped in amazement and admiration at the scene, Buffalo Bill only glanced downward as he turned to retrace his way up the cafion. He started. as he beheld \\Titten on a large flat rock that the trail crossed, and almost at his very feet in bold characters and in bright reel letters the following inscription: A warning from the De:icl to the Living-Go back, for this trail leads to the Land of Death. Buffalo Bill quickly ga;e his signal, known so well to his men, and in a couple of minutes they stood at his side, ready for deadly work, if need be. He silently pointed to the red warning. They read it with wide-eyed wonder, and then Bony asked in almost a whisper: "Will you heed it, chief?" "For you, my pards. yes, but for myself, no, for I continue on this trail," was the determined reply of Buffalo Bill. "You don't mean to say that you think we would desert you for that writing there on the rock, chief, even if it was written in blood, and with a skeleton finger?" "No, indeed, we don't ti,1rn back for warnings, come from whom they may." "We hain t lived hand-in-hand with death, chief, to be scared at a skeleton." Buffalo Bill smiled at the earnest responses of his three brave comrades, and answered: "No, indeed, pards; I know you too well to believe you would desert me if certain death stared you in the face; but, come, let us return and have breakfast, and then I vrill tell you what I mean." They went back to the camp, ate breakfast, and when their pipes were lighted all round, Buffalo Bill said: "Pards, you remember when we came around the bend in these cliffs, some miles baclt, and glanced afar off to our left, that we saw the white peal<:s of San Francisco Mountains?" All nodded in the affirmative, and the chief of scouts continued: "At the base of the tallest peak, just beyond, on the other side, is the level plain, in the center of which stands old Fort Maroni. "Now, I wish you three to go back to the bend in the cliffs, and from branch out by separate trails, of your own choosing, for Fort Maroni. ''Go at a steady pace, not out

THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 21 lt I must not mind that, as I will need all before y lone scout is over. "Well, I shall reconnoiter the country thoroughly th iny glass, and make my way back to the Navo Spring to camp to-night. "If the Skeleton Scout does not put in an appear1ce I will tramp to-morrow into the 1untry beyond, or hold vigil there, being guided by cumstances as to just what to do." So saying, Buffalo Bill leveled his field-glasses at ch of the retreating forms of the scouts, seeing st one and then the other disappearing from sight. Then he carefully swept the whole country in view :th the and tried to find some living beg or creature, but in vain Not even a coyote was in view. Then h e glanced up the trail he mi1st follow along e cliffs to the camp of the night before, and

22 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "Knowing me, y0u knew that no honest man has anything to fear from Buffalo Bill." "Well, a man has to be on the safe side." "That's why you are now my prisoner, instead of it the other way. "But come: are you alone? where is your camp? and are you on foot? for I wish these questions answered. If I catch you at any trickery it will go hard with you, and the appearance of any of your pards will be a signal for your death, so I can attend to them." The scout spoke in a tone so that the prisoner saw he was not trifling, and he answered: "I am alone, and my horse and camp are down the canon, for I cam. e up here hoping to get a shot at some game, when I saw you coming and waited for "When did you camp there?" "An hour ago." "Where is your retreat?" "What do you mean?" "See here; you may be here alone, but you have comrades at some retreat, I am sure. "You are trying to dec e ive me, if I catch you leading me into a trap you will be camping right in the canon when Gabriel blows his trumpet for saints and sinners to answer roll-call, and you'll have to break ground to get out. "Now, pard, I'll tie you until my return," and, binding the prisoner to a tree, Buffalo Bill went on down the canon. Buffalo Bill not only secured his prisoner well, but he also gagged him, so that he could not call out and give warning did he have help near. He did not leave his pack, for he did not know but that circumstances might prevent his return, and he wished to be ready for any emergency that might arise. It was not long before he came to a horse staked out and grazing, with evident relish, upon the rich grass that grew near the springs in the canon. He passed the animal, and was glad to see that there was but one, f6r this helped out the prisoner's assertion that he was alone. Near the lower spring, by the last glimmer of day light, he beheld a saddle, bridle and pack. He walked all about, and even went to the mouth of the canon, but found nothing more. Then he retraced his way, bridled and saddled the horse, took up the pack and rode a quarter of a mile further to the larger spring at the head of the canon. He found his prisoner as he had left him, and, having staked the horse out again, gathered some wood from the willows about, soon had a fire burning in the crevice of the rocks, where it could not be seen by any one coming. into the canon below. He arranged the traps about the fire, and then brought his prisoner there to wait while he pi;-epared supper, removing the gag fpom his mouth and unbinding his hands, though leaving his feet securely tied together so that escape was impossible. "You say you are alone here, and have no headquarter camp?" "Yes." "You have no oven or skillet with you, and yet here is bread baked in an oven, and this deersteak was fr ied in a frying-pan, yet you have none with you "Then you have a couple of days' provisions, even some baked potatoes and a raw onion, and I do not know of a garden within three hundred miles of here. "Pard, you have lied to me, and I am somewhat rough on liars." The prisoner made no reply, and, while gettmg supper ready, Buffalo Bill continued: "May I ask where you got the saddle and bridle you have?" "I traded with an Indian for them." "What kind of a n Indian?" "I don't know, but I think he wa s a Piute." "vVell, it may have been, but more likely a N avajo. In either case, if you traded with the Indian, you are friendly with them, and that means that you are a rene gade, and that is a bad position for a white man to find himself in." "I am no renegade," growled the man. "May I ask \Vhen you made this trade?" "A long time ago." "Indeed! and yet I saw that saddle and btidle in a store in a New Mexico town a little over two weeks ago, and se lected it for a friend of mine to ride on a jaunt he intended to make-yes, and ( notice blood upon too, and you have a fine Eng lish shawl among your traps, one that I also recog nize as having belonged to my friend. "I guess you will have to m ,ake a clean breast of it to save that neck of yours from a hemp cravat; but, com e, supper is ready, and, as you intend to your conscience by a confession, eat freely." The scout placed a well-filled plate before the man. some of the mountain sheep, nicely broiled, a roasted potato, raw onion. some bread, coffee and bacon, and, in spite of his dangerous situation, he ate heartily. "Now, pard, I know that you are one of the gang of renegades that led the Indians against Major Mild may and his party, and I .expect. 1you to guide me to the retrea,t where they are, af?.d to make a clean breast of it all. "If you do so, then you save your neck; but if you refuse to be my guide, then you shall go back with me on the trail, to my band of scouts, and I will turn you over to them as a white renegade.


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 23 "You know what the result will be, so decide." "I will be your g-uide in return for my life," was the quick response. CHAPTER X. THE CAPTIVE'S S'l'OR'(. Buffalo Bill kept his eye fixed upon the face of his priooner. Every movement of the face, every twitch of a muscle, and the slightest expression that flitted over it, he read carefully, to note just what it meant. The prisoner had eagerly accepted his offer of terms. ,... But was it in good faith, with a desire to get out of a bad scrape by the sacrifice of others, or was it to secure fav ors, gain the confidence of the scout, and thus read him into a trap? For such a contingency Buffalo Bill must be prepared. "\Veil, pard, what have you to sell?" .he asked, ruietly. Nhat have you. to offer?" ''Your life." "I want gold, also." "Vou will not get one dollar, only your life, no more, no less, with certain death hy bullet if you do 10t acc;ept my offer. "It is just this way, Gabe Gurney: ''You arc in a countrv where white men seldom ome, and then only to' fight Indians; or on mis .ions of importance. and they never are such fools as o come alone." "You are here alone." The scout winced at this shot, but replied with ut showing that it hit dead center: 'Before my men finishwith you. you may wish hat I had come alone. "But let me tell you that when men have c9me. ere in earch of gold they have always been in paries of half-a-dozen and more, and, as proof of the anger of the country, they haYe ne,er been heard om afterward. 'Massacred by Indians is the verdict returned pan them, and so it will be sai d of some friends of .ine who came here two weeks ago. ''I have got the key to m\locking the mysteryourse1f-and I will kno\\'. or J will lose the key; so you a chance. "Indians are the tools, I ha\'c no doubt, but there re those behind the Indians. renegade white menou see I am posted-and you can either tell me hat you know or lo s e your life. ''Is Major Mildmay dead or alive?"' The man started at tJ-.at direct question, but re lied: "He is alive." "How about Old Harry Hazard?" "He's all right." "What force had Major Mild may with him?,, "There were seven." ''\Vhere were they attacked?" "At Rocky Spring Range.I' "Who by?" ''Indians.'' "\Vho else?" "Only Indians." "You are not telling the truth." "'vVell, there were white men who instigated it." "Yon being one?" "No, I was not one in that work." "\tV hy not?" "\Veil, I'll out with the truth." "It will help you." "I came here with others to hunt gold." "How many of you?" "There were seven of us." "Continue." ''\\'ell. to keep others out, some of the party urged the Indians to guard the trails, and to whip the palefaces bac ::, but I was not in favor of thi s." ''And so it \\'as that parties have been attacked?" "Yes." "And Miidmay's party also?" "Yes." "They maJe a good fight?" "A splendid fi3ht. for the Englishman and Qld. Harry fought like demons .. "I thought that you were not there." ''I was told so." "Ancl they \\ere captured and caHied to your re treat?"' "No; they were taken to the Indian village." "Well. you will go with me and show me the di r ect trail to that Yillage, and aid me to rescue those men?" ''I'll cio it. for I am no enemy of my own people," was the reply. ''There is something else I would like to ask you, .Gabe Gurney." said Buffalo Bill. after he had pondered over the story told by the prisoner. "Out with i t pard." "'\Vho is the Skeleton Scout?" The eyes of Buffalo Bill were fixed piercingly upon tbe face of the man as he asked the question, and he noted the start given, the quick glance and falling of the eyes, and the compressed lips. But this was but temporary, for the question came immediately: "The Skeleton Scout?" "Yes. Have you .never heard of 'him?" "N o.'' ''Do you mean that you have never heard of a person known as the Skeleton Scout?" "\\'ho is he?'"


24 THE BUFFALO Bill STORIES. "A weird mass o f bones that haunts the trails and warns people back from this country." "Not a ghost?" and the man spoke in an awed whisper. "Some men think so; but you do not believe in such things ?" "I won't say that, for I have seen strange sights since I. came into this country." "Such as--" "Once I did not believe in ghosts, but I tell you, Mr. Co

THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 25 lighted to know the art; but what smoke is that curling up yonder in that cafion on the other side?" "An Indian camp, I guess." The scout took out his field-glass, and, leveling it, said: "I see a boat on the other side, and to-night I will swim acr<0ss and get it, for I can paddle you over quicker than I could teach you to swim, Gurney." The scout marked the change in the man's face at his discovery of the smoke and the canoe, but he simply said: "Now, we will go into hiding in some safe place until night, and then I will go after the boat." Binding his prisoner and gagging him once more, Buffalo Bill left him and went off to reconnoiter. He dosely examined the several trails leading to the ferry, and decided that all those that had divided at the fatal camp had met there at that point on the Colorado. That they had crossed the re was no doubt, and once beyond the river the redskins had doubtless hurried on to their village, with their captives. But where had the wh.ife renegades gone? They certainly had not gone on with the Indians, when they were gold-hunting along the Colorado RiYer. Nor had they, in the scout's mind, allowed the Indians to take their white prisoners. They must have gone then to some retreat not far from that crossing, and perhaps upon the very side of the river where he then stood. Having decided on his course, the scout noted his surroundings, marked the spot where the boat was tied under some willows : measured with his eyes the river at that pbint, and said: "I'll come back afte r dark and make the swim, for it is not over a quarter of a mile, and the boat \\-ill carry all across in sa fety. 'Then I must find a .camp for the night, and tomorrow that fellow must show me his retreat, or I'll leave h im bound and hungry while I look for it myself." Returning to his prisoner, Buffalo Bill began to prepare s up per, as soon as h e had loosened bonds on the man's hands and feet 'and removed t;1e gag. Gurney showed a willingness to talk, but the scout did not encourage him. and sternly went to work. After supper was over, the traps were packed up. and the prisoner's hands tied behind him while lie was gagge. d as well, for the scout did not care to take any chances of his giving a call for help. His feet were left free, so that he could walk, and then Buffalo Bill led the way by the trail he had fol lowed in the afternoon. He reached the river bank, threw aside his clothing and plunged in. The water was icy cold, coming, as it did, from the mountains, and Buffalo Bill knew full well the danger of being seized with a cramp,' or, losing. his strength. being carried down into the rapids below. On, on he swam, with the same vigorous stroke he had struck at leaving the bank, the middle of the river was reached, then the dark bank ahead grew more and more distinct. Clambering out upon the rocks, he beheld the wil lows near at hand, and beneath them was the boat, tied to an overhanging branch. He went out upon this, and lowered himself into the boat, which he found to be a canoe, hewn out of a so lid log. There was a paddle in the canoe, and, untyingit, he was soon going toward foe other shore, for the thought came over him that for the first time in yea.rs, he was wholly unarmed. his rifle and belt of arms being with his clothes upon the other bank. \ Vhen he was once more armed, he felt like oo other man, and walked with a quick step to where he had left the prisoner. There he found him but he haa first carried the packs to the canoe and placed them in it. Then he returned, and, unbinding the feet of the man, bade him get up and follow him. The prisoner obeyed, yet appeared to with difficulty. and the scout aided him along. "Unbind my hands so that I ca11 swim if we cap-. s i ze Ah! you swim. then?'' quickly said the scout. "No, but I could t:tn.:ggle." "Come, iEto the caEoe." The prisoner obeyed, the scout following, and the ce..noe. started across'. Again the sco ut sought for a good hiding-place, and, finding it, led the pri sone r there and bound and gagged him. as he had done when leaving him alone before. Then he returned for his traps from the canoe; and to place it where he had found it. \i\Tith t he packs upon his shoulders, he returned to


26 THE BUFf /\LO BILLSTORIES. the spot where he had left hi's captive, too stop sud'denly at what he beheld. There was a weird light there, it seemed, and by its glare, instead of his prisoner, he beheld facing him, and with arms extended-the form of the Skele ton Scout 1 CHAPTER XI. CONCLUSION. Under the plea that he suffered from a sprain in one hand, Buffalo Bill's prisoner had asked to have the bonds tied less clo se ly, and the scout had hu manely yielded. When the scout went after the traps in the boat the captive to work, and was not long in loosening the bonds about hi s wrists. He at last got one hand free, then the other, re leased the gag from his mouth, and, hearing the scout coming back, he cried: "It is my only chance. for I have n o tin'1e to free myself-I will try it." A few minutes more and Buffalo Bill appeared, and, standing where the moonlight fell upon him he beheld the Skeleton Scout. It looked ghastly, startling enough; but Buffalo Bill decid ed upon a plan of action. Ji1st then the spectral for m moved toward him, with svvaying arms. "Back! back! for Goers sake don't haunt me!" cried the cout. and, reeling, he fell his Ieng-th upon the ground. "Fainted, by Hea\'en I'll kill him with his ow11 knife," and the weird form, with a cry of joy hob bled to the side of the scout, bent over and found himself in a grasp of iron, wh ile he heard the words: "I didn't faint away enough to plea e you!" cried Buffalo Bill, leaping to hi s feet. "It was simply ._, ruse on my part!" Then began a desperate struggle for mastery, un til, finding that he coutd not clutch the man's throat, Buffalo Bill began to deal telling blows into Gurney':; face, qntil he had stunned him. f'vVell, I've caught the Scout, and he is my prisoner." "I'm hurt bad," said the man. ''I'll El.actor you so the hangman won't miss his game; but what a beauty you look in that costume at close quarters." Over his head he had drawn a skull when he determined to try once more to frighten Buffalo Bill, and, throwing off his outer clothing, had ap peared in black tights, upon which was painted, both I fr ont and back, a skeleton form in white. "Pard, I've had all I want, and if you will give me my life and me free after I have kept my word to you, I'll tell you about your friends." "I'll do it; but I'll swear to you that if you fail me I'll take the back trail to the soldier camp, and Lieutenant Ames will hang you." I will do as you say, only you must find out when it will be safe to rescue your friends, as, if the gang; is in the cave, they will torture me to death as aJ traitor, for I am chief and play the part of the Skele ton Scoi1t to scare away other gold-hunters. By haunting the trails I have done so in the past." "And you hold the Englishman and his party pris oners?" "The Englishman and Old Han'y, yes; but three of the men were killed in our attack on them, and Mexican Joe and Texas are secretly members of our band, spies "e keep in the settlement and about the forts. "I see. but why did you wish to capture the Eng lishman ?"' "To hole! for ransom, as I have held another Eng ii l1man. a prisoner for years." "Ah! Captain Ch(l.mp ?" "Yes '' "And he's in the cave?"' "Yes. with Mildmay and Oki Harry." "Good! But how did you capture Y[iJdmay' party? .. '"Oh, with Indians and we kept at them, thougl the Englishman and Old Harry fought like devils.' ' ncl Captain Champ )!OU have held for ransom?' 'Yes, until I could get ransom for him, fo7 I in tended to make him pay me some

THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 27 "How many men have vou ?" and the guard, bound as they were, fell by the fire of "Seven of us now, fo r Mildmay and Old Harry their own men. killed four and any nurnbe r of Indians." "Now to get horses and leave here, for the Indian The next morning the prisoner, securely bound, village is only a couple of miles away." led the way to a wild canon and said : Captain Champ, however, explained that the "The cave is at its head-leave me here until you horses were up in a valley near the Indian village, g0 on and see how things are." and it was decided to take what things they actually "I will ; but you'll not escape me this time,," and needed and get away. when Buffalo Bill left him the prisoner certainly had Buffalo Bill led the way the canoe took all across no chance for it. the river, and they walked through the night to the Going on up the canon, he saw a man lying on a place where the horse of the Skeleton Scout had blanket on the ground, and he soon felt sure that he been left. was asleep. A halt was made for rest and breakfast, then all "The outlaw guard," he muttered, and, rifle at a the things were packed on the horse, and the trail ready, he crept on and woke him up with: was continued. "Hands up, pard, and a word aloud ends your ;.; Thus they went on, Captain Champ, or Villers, to life." ; call him by his right name, having to ride, as he was The man was scared half to death, and Buffalo Bill weak from long confinement. The next day at noon had no troubl e in binding and gagging him. Buffalo Bill discovered that a large force of Indians Then he entered the cave, and, by a light ' .. was on their gling through overhead, beheld Major Mildmay Old J "It must be a stand-at-bay fight, while you, CapHarry and a man he did not know, all in irons. tain Villers, take the horse, and follow the trail. "Gentlemen, how are you?" :,,Y ou will meet Lieutenant Ames not far away, I feel Exclamatio ns b roke from the lip s of the t h r ee, and 'certai n ," cried Buffalo Bill. Buffalo Bill grasped the ir hands, while Major MildJ Half-an-hour after the Indians came in sight; but may cried : so did Lieutenant Ames, his soldiers and the scouts, Y.ou have found us, Buffalo Bill and my friend and with the lieutenant rode Captain Villers Villers as well, for h e re he is long a prison e r."

I -.-----.. Get a hustle on, boys. You're on the last lap. Last week of this contest, you know. AU entries must be in before May i. Remember that the rule cannot be broken. Hasn't the contest bun a corker! Make a hot finish of it, boys. Let the last week of the conte$t be the banner week. The Stolen Ride. (B y Louis R Spencer, Teqn.) M y cousin, Charles Dav ies, has a bea tttif11I thoroughbred. Bhe is black and very fiery. I had often begged Charles to let me drive her, but he al way s refused, fearing that she might run away with me. Growing tired of his refusals, I formed a plan to drive her. Bribing the stable boy not to tell on me, I took the horse out, and let me tell you I'll never do such a thing again. I was driving afong admiring the country and thinking of the joke I was playing on Charley, when a horrid ol

THE BUFfl\.LO BILL STORIES. 29 There was but one chance in a thousand to save myself, and that chance was to drop through the ties and ink the waters of the bay. Quick as a flash, I took in the situatioli, and I jumped into the pay. But what made things worse I coulc1 not swim. So far I was unharmed, but now my only thought was that I should save myself from drowning, as none of my friends could swim. I was in deadly peril, but it seemed that our Lord above stood with me in my peril, for the current shoved me against the spiles, and I grasped them with both hands and pulled myself up safe to the top of the bridge where my friends were looking on with faces as pale as death, and too badly frightened to say a word They soon got over their fright when they saw I was safe. I m11de them promise not to tell my parents or anybody else, for I was afraid that my father wouldn't let me go fishing there any more. I was none the worse for my experience except that I had a cold bath and a bad fright. J\n Adventure with a Gila Monster. (By Victor Brink, Or.) I have traveled with my parents ancl my uncle in a covered wagon all the way from Kansas City to Los Angeles, where we had to go on account of my.mother's health. She was consumptive, and the doctor had told U8 that three or four months epent in the open air would be very beneficial to her. We camfed out every night, and I enjoyed it very much, although had a very narrow escape from death on one of these camping-grounds. We had settled ourselves for the night at a sheltered canyon fifteen miles south of Phoenix, Arizona, and my mother had rolled me in my blankets and was talking to my uncle when looking sideways she suddenly saw a large Gila monster creeping sJowly toward me. I was lying on my back, my right nrm stretched away from me and my band was touching the giound. For this hand the fingers of which I moved restlessly in my sleep, the monster seemed to be heading, and had almost reached it when suddenly my uncle turned around to cxp(ictorate. Not knowing of the presence of the re!Jtile, he turned in its direction and being an mveterate tobacco cliewer, the biting juice hit the monster squarely in the eye. The scream of my mother co11ld be heard for miles. The monster itself recoiled and then fairly leaping over me jumped on to my uncle, who had not yet realized what mischief he had done. It dug its horrible jaws into my uncle's left leg and held on like grim death. "Shoot it!" he yelled, but my father had already lifted the ax and with one stroke cut the monster almost in two. A few minuteR' silence and then the tension relaxed. "Oh, the fool!" my uncle hollered. "Why, Frank, what is the matte1?" exclaimed my mother, still shaking with the excitement. "Ha! ha! it bit my cork leg l ha! ha!" roared l'.llY and opening his overalls he un1001;ened a few straps and slung the leg and monster nway from him. He l!ad lost his leir in the battle of Gettysburg, but what had been his misfortune in that battle turned 011t to be hi!! luck on this night, and either of us would have been doomed to a painfui death if the monster had attacked us in a vulnerable spot, because it never lets go until it is chopped off, and its bite mote poisonous : and venomous than that of a rattlesnake. ANOTHER PRIZE CONTEST.! MOR THRltllNG ADVENTURES SPALDINC CATCHERS' MITTS, INFIELDERS' CLOVES, BASEBALL BATS AND LONC DISTANCE MECAPHONES ARE THE PRl%1;$ 1'.'HIS TJME. HERE IS THE PLAN You know what exciting stories of bairbreath escapes and thrilling experi ences you have been reading in the BUFFALO BILL WEEKLY lately. You want to read more like them, don't 1ou? Well, send them in. You have a splendid chance for the splendid prizes we offer in this contest. You have all had some narrow escape. Some dal)gerous adventut'e in your lives. Write it up just as it happened. We offer a handsome prize for the most exciting and best written anecdote sent us by any reader of B!lFFALO BILL WEEKLY. Incident, of cour!!e, must relatti to something that happened to the writer himself, and it must also be strictly true, It makes no difference how i!!hort the articles are, btit no contribution must be lqnger than 500 words. THBS CONTEST WILL CLOSE MAY I Send in yotlr anecdotes, boys. We are going to publish all of the best ones during the progress of the contel!t. ====HERE ARE THE PRIZES:=:-=""=::: TtlE THREE BOYS WHO SEND U5 THE BEST ANECDOTES will each receive a first.class Soalding Catch"r 's Mitt Made throughout of o s pecially tanned and buckskin, strong and durable, soil and pliable and extra well padded. Has potent la> boc k. TtO THREE BOYS WHO SEND THE NEXT BE51 ANECDOTES will each receive Spnlding"s lnfielder's Glove. Made throughout o f s el

BOYHOO.DS OF FAMOUS MEN. No. 27-Bruin Adams (J. f. C. Adams). Like many another border hero, J. F. C. Adams, later known as "Bruin and a nephew of the also famous /"Old Grizzly Adams," w11s a native of New York State. Old Grizzly Aiame was born in the family homestead on Seneca Lake, and iltartcd forth as a boy to the Wild West to carr:ic out a 1tran1e hobby he had to catch wild animals as cubs and train them for a grand circus. He reached the frontier after many adventures, settled alone in the Rocky Mountains; caught cubs and reared and trained them until he had a wonderful menagerie and became known a remarkable old hermit and Indian fighter. He was a remarkable old character, and only in his old age it that he "sprung his menagerie" upon the public, being engaged by P. T. Barnum. But civilh:ation was the death of the old man, and he died after 11. year's work in the East. Bruin Adam$ was wont to read strange stories of this "old man of the mountains," and how he had saved a fort from massacre, kiJled scorelil of Indians, harl a "i'raveyard of his own," of outlaws who had gone to his retreat to kill and rob .him, believing he had found gold. Youn& Bruin, then known us J. F. C. Adains, 11nd one of the most adventurous boys on Seneca Lake, was fired by these stories to go and see his strange old uncle. He was known as a daring boy, a fine hunter, would spend weeks alone trapping and hunting, and Yen tu re to cross Seneca Lake in his Indian canoe in the wildest storm. Once he broke his leg while across the Jake, set it himself, splinted it and with crutches he made atarterl for home. He got :'llonir slowly for a dozen miles, then camped for the night., kept on the slow trail the next day until with his arms blistered from the crutchee, he decided to hide hie and swim the half-dozen miles that would take him to within a quarter of a mil-e of his home. He found a light log, made a paddle, took his dinner and started, p11rtly supporting weight on the log. He wae a tireless swimmer, but with his broken leg it was a drag upon him, and it was hard and mighty slo, w going. To he got on the log, and used his paddle. This was also slow goinr, but he kept moving, and after hours of work. had gotten half-way. Then he rested and ate his dinner, and began to paddle again. Again he i;;wam, pushinit his log, and so first one way, then the other, kept on. It wae midnight when at last he was able to crawl ashore, but at a point half a mile from his home. He sank down utterly worn out and went to sleep. How long he lept he did not know; but he awoke, cold, stiff and still wet through. He had not brought his and his arms were too sore to use them if he had, so he slung his leg as best he could, and began to hop home. It wu juet unrise when he hopped up to the kitchen door and fell faintinr. The doctor when sent for said the leg was well set, and to the surprise of all the boy wanted a good breakfast. It was a couple of months before hec got around again, and he spent his time seated in the yard firing at a target. At sixteen the youth decided to carry out the one aim of his life, which was to go to the Rocky Mountains and find his uncle, -'OMGrizzlyP Adams."We have not heard from my brnther for years, and I am sure the boy will find him if he ie alive. "Then, too, the boy's head is set that way, and he can take care of himself," said the father. The mother yielded, and the youth began to prepare for his journey, He had made considerable money from selling and antlers, and he purchased a large hors e, enddle and bndle that just 1111ited him, along with a pair of large sadrlle bags, roll of blankets, rubber blanket!! and lirht cooking outfit. A Winchester rifle pair of revolver!!, knife and corduroy suit of clothes, top boots' and slouch hat made hie outfit A bag of provisious was supplied by bis mother, with a small Bible and several books, for he wae a great reader, and the covers he tore off t o save weight:' "I weigh one hundred and twenty-five pounds, and my saddle, weaponlil and outfit complete fifty-five more, a good load for my horse'," he said. It was a tearful good-by, but the boy kept a stiff upper lip and started at dawn one mqrning. The first day he made thirty milee 11.nrl camped. . The next day it was forty, and aHer'that fifty miles was his average, from dawn until dark. Several times he stopped at farmhouses, or in the towns, but he wished to keep his money, Rs he had one hundred dollars on leaving home. In fonr weeks he had put a thousand miles behind him, for he always rested Sundays, went to church if near one, or read his books. Then he traded his horse and "ot even a better road animal in return, with ten dollnrs to boot. Three mouths found him over two thousand miles from home, ancl mounted upon h i s fift h horse, while his trading st.ill left him a fine animal Rnd he had paicl all of his expenses, and had to boot five dollars more than he had started from home with He had met wit.ha ?lumber of adventures, but in the light of what he had to face later he regarderl them ae trifles. He had written his mother each Sunday, but as he did not know the exact trail he would take, be could not give dates ahead, s o only had heard from home once. The letter told c f how their prayers and good wishes were witli him. In Chicago, he halted a week, in Omaha a few days, and there he found that he wa!I in the wild "estcrn country. In Omaha he tradec1 for another horl5e, nnd, under the ad vice of n man he had traveled with, changed outfit fot one better suited for the work ahead, one change being into a suit of buckskin. Hie new-found friend seemed to be a good fellow, generous, and gave him much good advice. They left Omaha together, us the man wae going his way, 'being an army otlic .er, he said, going to hi15-command at Fort McPherson. The youth liked him, but at a camp on the way saw his new friend in close conversation with a heavily-bearded anrl very tough citizen, who rode a claybank horse with silver mane and tail. At a camp they mnde further on, the youth was surprised, in looking back oveithe t.rail1 to. snddenly see this strange man and ride into view, out quickly dodge out of sight again. He w:te suspicious, did not it, and determined to be on the watch, even of hie companion. \_ It was well that he did, as that night the man insisted upon going off the trail to a cam ping-place he knew, and he volun tarily spread the youth's blankets in a way that seemed as he wanted them in a certait1 place for a purpose. This nrnde young Adame more suspicious, especially as that afternoon his friend had dropped back on the trail fo-r a while. 'fhey had their supper, and Adnms went to bed, leaving the man smoking by the fire, which he had rekindled. Then he slipped away, believing the youth asleep, and quickly Adams rolled.his blankets into a shape that looked as though he occupied them, seized his rifle and belt of arms and


l'HE BUFFALO Bill STORIES. 31 slipped behind the rock at the base of .which his bed had oeen made. He be wrong, but he would not be caught asleep. He waited fot an hour, and' then into the shadowy glimmer of the firelight catne two forms. They halted, raised their rifles and :ffred together at-the blankets. Young Adams also fired once, twice, and one man fell, while the other, who had ru. n into the full light of the fire, held up bis hands and cried: "Hands is up, pard Don't shoot!" It was the bearded man he had seen talking to his fellow traveler. His fal s e friend lay dead, and the other was slightly wounded. "I will kill you if you moYe," and .the youth advanced with his rifle leveled. "Lie down!" "Wha. t for, pard, fer I hain't dope nothin'-it were "Do as I tell you!" The man obeyed, was disa1 '1Iled and securely tied. "Say, young pard, he told me as you had lots o' money an' I waster foller on infer th et wild country and he waster do ye.r. But I did yer no harm!" "No, because I was not asleep, but there is a settlement ahead, I have heard, and I will t;i.ke you there." "Lordy they'll hang me!" Young Adams made no reply as to that, bttt asked where the claybank horse was, and made the man lead him there. He was at a small camp a quatter of a mile.away, and was brought and placed with the other horses, after which the youth went to sleep. He awoke at dawn and had breakfast, giving the prisoner .his sha1'e; but his appet.ite was not good. His prisoner begged, offered a large sum of money, and did all he could to get his 1elease. But the youth tied him and the body upon the horses, and then continued on the hail. Twenty mites further he can1e to a large, 'scattering settle ment and reported what had' occurred to the proper authorities. Hor!es were saddled to brii1g in the men from thefr work, the pl'isoner :rnd the c1end mnn wete both recognized as bad men, and it took just twenty min11te11 fo1 a trial of the man who still begged the youth to sny he was not guilty. But there were the two bullet holes in the blankets, the two shots tniseing from the rifles, and the word of young Adams was tnken, while both men had upon them stolen jewelry to show thut they wet'e robbers. A hanging quickly followed anu then a double buriitl. ."I'm learning q11ickly abot1t wild life ottt here," said young Adams, who fbt a rest of a couple of days in the set tlement. 'fhe horses he was told to take-in fact, all the men had "as liis, but one horse he did take as a pack anirpal, and the fine weapons of lii s false friend, giving the jewelry aild at1 else to be sold to help along any cripple who needed aid in the sett1e m ent. When he rode on his way he was followed by a cheer, nnd his pack saddle was loaded with eggs,' home-made breaci, but ter, preeerves and w arm knit clothing, for winter was coming 011. The youth \vas certainly a hero to the good pebple of the settlement. Continuing on his way alone young Adams made the forts his objective points, with his destination the place from which the la1>t leHer from his uncle had come. Jt "

32 THE BUFF f\LO BILL STORIES. 1ndians were dead and the third had a bad wound, while one of their ponies had been shot. B y signs the youth gave him to understand tbnt he would be a friend, and he carried him to his camp, and dressed the wound, which was in bis side. Then he looked after his own wound, which ";-as in his arm. There w a s water near, plenty of wood and grass for his own and the Indian pony so the youth would .111ot leave the redskin, who was :.i. young chie f, to die a l one, for he felt sure that he would not reco v e r. And then for two weeks the brave boy st ayed w ith the dying redskin. He had burie d the other t w o decently and on waking one morning, found tha t h e had another grav e to dig. Then, using the two Indian ponies as p ack anima ls, young Adams was glaecl, and the old m a n led the way to h i s cabin se v eral miles distant. Arri ving there, "Bri,iiu" Ad ams found a fort-like structure, spl endidly located, a rock corral and: in it tame bears, woh-es, panthers deer, wildcats owls, hawks and other birds. It was indeed a menage rie, a whole circus in itself. His splendid of woodcraft had enabled him to retrace his way, and though h e felt very anxious when getting near, the village and his old c amp, he got by safely. Then resting for severnl days, he studi ed his map diligently and once more started. He saw where he had gone wron g, going to the right of a mountain spur instead of to the left. The hors es were put in the pasture, supper was gotten and until late into the night the two talked of home, the old man cryin g like a child over all told him by the yout h of home. rw o m onths late r Bruin A dams started for the fort for supplies, aud to mail letters from both of them home. One eYening, as he was seeking a g ood camping-pla ce, he heard a quick shot to his left down a hill, followe d by oth e r s. -What he saw was A white man, fallen on his back, a n d a bear, a huge rushini; upon him. H e came back within a couple of "''eeks passed the long winter w ith his. ttncle who was the n willing to go East with his "menagelie" to giv e a show with Barnum. From his 11addle the youth fired, and his Winchester fairly poured out a stream of lead. But Bruin Ad a m s remained out Wes t and was soon known as the greatest bunter in the Rocky Mountains. The aim was good, too, for the huge bear fell dead within ten feet of the man. Qu1ckly young Adams spurred down the ridge, loading his In time he became post trader, and then was appointed Indian agent, m ade a fortune, went back to the old home, and died there years after. ALL.T:UE WOE?L:D FOLLO""\c-VS with interest and appreciation the wonderful career of \ BUFFAL II Fm CODY) Buffalo Bill. __ f noted author, daring, best guide, and the greates.t horseman ever known Thousands have admired, ancl the people of the whole world will to admire the King of Scquts whose remarkable exhibitions of his amazing skill with rifle and are given in his popular -WILD "VVEST SI-IO'-V. Our boys delight in him, and the best stories of his life and exploits aic to be found only in the 5\IFF ALO BILL WEEKL l, the one publication authorized by him which contains the only true and authentic accounts of the wild career and thrilling adven tures of the great plaiusman. Street & Smith are the only publish ers authorized by Col. Cody hims elf to publish stories of his life.


The World-Renowned Buffalo Bill (HON. wM. F. CODY) One of his latest photos by Stacy Buffalo Bill Stories, is the only publication auth orized by HoN. WM. F. Cooy 77 IE were the publishers of W the first story ever writ ten of the famous and world renowned Buffalo Bill, the great hero whose life has been one '1 succession of exciting and thril ling incidents combined with great successes and accomplish ments, all of which will be told in a series of grand stories which we are now placing before the American Boys. The popularity they have already obtained shows what the boys want, and is very gratifying to the publishers. STREET & SMITH I PUBLISHERS NEW YORK


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