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.issued Weekly. By Subscription $2so j>er year. Entered as Second Class Matter at New York. P ost Office by STREET & SMITH, 238 William St., .N, Y. Nu. 50. Price, Five Cents. THE KNIFE NEVER REACHED THE HEART OF THE PAWNEE CHIEF, FOR BUFFALO BILL SPRANG FROM HIS HIDING-PLACE, AND HURLED THE SIOUX WARRIOR BACK FROM HIS PROSTRATE ENEMY.


'f n n (?!?LA\ [b@ ffi 0 [b!1 A W EEKL Y PUBLICATION DEVOTED TO 60RDER h w eli TVrelly By S u bsc,.,ption $2.so per year. Enfrred as Second Class ,.after at the N. Y. Ptut Office by STREET &: 238 William S t N. Y. Entered accordi:r,sr to Act oj Conpess in tlr.e year IQ02, in the Office of l he Librarian of C.mgress, Washington, D. C. No. 50 NEW YORK, April 26, 1902. P r ice F i v e Cents. Buffalo Bill' s Brother li1 Buckskin; OR, Tt-IE REDSl

THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. thick undergrowth here a nd th e re, wi t h places too thick to sec through. His horse, feeding near where he was lying on his blankets. suddenly gave a warning by looking up and gazing fixedly in one direction. ''Trouble coming. old f e llow.' said the scout, ris ing and gazing out ov e r the prairie. "Ah! a reds k i n chie f and braves following, of course," muttered th e scout, as he turned his glas s upon a horseman some two miles to the eastward. Taking a sweeping look around the motte, he dis covered a horseman coming in the othe r direction, and a like di stance away "Caught between two bands of redskins, by Jove! "We. must get ready for a race, good horse," said the scout, and he again turned his glas s upon the prai rie, to see how many foes he had to face. He could see but the two Indians. They seemed to have no followers, and were riding slowly toward the timber island he was in hiding. Just what it meant he could not comprehend; but he held his ground, gazing first upor\. the one, then upon the other, and musing aloud: ''Only two,_ well-mounted, and both are chiefs. "That one to the east is togged out in the full fuss and feathers, war bonnet and all, of a big chief-and he is a Sioux. "That one to the left is al s o gotten up regardles s of paint, feathers, and expense, and he is a big chief, too--yes, and by the Rockies! he is a Pawnee. "This grows interesting, and there are but two, old horse, and one a Sioux, the other a Pawnee, so we will not run away so fast as we thought we would. "But we'll get ready all the same. "They either do not s e e each other, with this tim ber square between them, or they are coming here to have a pow-wow, bury the hatchet between their tri bes, and unite against the palefaces. "Either one or the other-or it is to be a duel be tween them! "So I read the signs." As they drew nearer, Buffalo Bill saddled hi s horse and led him into a secure hiding-place, while he continued to watch the two Indians "They are in full warpa int. t he i r ponies are decked ot1i. for war, an d i t mean a duei. TH se e the figh t a n d chip i n when t ime comes." Buffalo Bill then crept away to a spot where he could see all that happened, and be ready to fight the two chiefs if it became necessary. In the meantime, the Sioux and the Pawnee had approached very near the timber, riding slowly. "If it is a duel, they are as promptly on time as ii they carried railroa d watches," muttered the scout, and he added: "I'.11 umpire the g ame, though they have not asked me. but the umpire often gds the worst of it, too. "N mv they see each other-yes, it' s to be a pow wovr or fight, with a funeral to follow-yes, and I may have to play undertaker for both of them. ''Tini.e will tell, but I can see just what it meansit is to be a duel." Nearer and nearer the two Indiai1s came, and their eyes were fixed upon each other as they approached. Just as Buffalo Bill, who knew the Indian character perfectly had suspected, they did not ride into the timber, but halted within a hundred yards of each other, and each dismounted and staked out his pony. Then they hung their rifle s and bows and arrows upon their saddles, and, throwing off their extra things, began to slowly walk toward each other. It was just half an hour before sunset now, and the prairie was as quiet as a country churchyard. The ponies did not crop grass, but stood regarding their mast er s as thongh consciou s that something o f moment was on hand. In the deep recesse s of the timber not a leaf stirred, a nd neither chief suspected that there lurked a foe who was the deadliest enemy their tribes had when they were on the warpath. Had they suspected then that the famous and dreaded Pa-e-has-ka, the scout, was so near, they would gladly h a ve made coLimon cau s e against him. But it would hav e been the death-knell of either, or both, to hav e then adv a nced u pon him, for hi s trusty \Vinchester was .at his side, and they wo'tlld have found him ready for th e fray wheneve r t hey w i s hed to begin i t. As the tw o chief s advanced upon each pther to en gage in the duel their ponies s t a ked out behind them. t heir l ong \Yar bonnets of eagl e feath e rs falling al most to their feet their right hand s clasping thei r l o n g, glittering knives, their l e f t a rm s protect ed by a rude r a whide sh i eld, and Buffalo Bill crouching in t he ti'mber \Yatching t h e m it made u pic.: n ; c that \Ya& m ost stirrir ;:; a n d i ;1prc;:sin:.


BU ff ALO BILL STORIES. 3 N carer ar;d nearer t h ey drew, each wary, cunning, J determined, and fearle ss-each thirsting for the l ife and sca lp-lock of the other. Buffalo Bill now recogr:ized them both-"SioLtx Killer, the great, young Pawnee c hi ef, noted for his daring rushes upon his foes, in which he took their lives with h is knife alone ; and "Deadly Hand," the young Sioux chief, who was also famed for h is encounters with his trusty blade in hand-to-hand engagements. For some reason these t\VO knights of the kn ife had met to settle their difficulty with a duel t o the death, alone, and with knives. V /hat their motive was Buffa lo Bill could not guess, but he was th<'.'re, a silent witness of the encounter, and he felt the impressiveness of the situation, and rejoiced that they had not brought their picked warriors as seconds. No, it was to be a duel to the death there betwee n them! They could have used their r i fles, their bows, o r rushed upon each other, mounted, and settled the affair. But no, it was to be a knife fight afoot, each dis daining tohke advantage of the other. Like gladiators they advanced, ready to leap upo;1 each other when near enough, and when either one saw an opening for a deadly blow. Suddenly the Pawnee chief Sionx Killer, gave the wild warcry of his tribe, and made a bound toward the Sioux. Instantly the cry was defiantly answered by_ Deadly Hand, and the two were upon each other. Two savage lunges were made, and !he rawhide shields caught the blades, buried to the hilt in them. \ V ith a twist they were whipped out, and again de scende

4 ifHE BUFF i\LO Bill STORIES. the scalp, the pony and the weapons of the Deadly Hand are his "But the Sioux Killer is wounded, and Pa-e-has-ka will dress his wounds, and let him go his way." The Pawnee looked at the scout in amazement. He had stood on guard, ready to fight the paleface ,after the death of his red foe, for he certainly expected to ha\' e another combat to the

ifHE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 5 a runner to the village of the Pawnee for the Sioux Killer to meet him here and fight with knives. "The Sioux Killer the Pa-e-has-ka saw all. "Sioux Killer had given the Deadly Hand a wound to kill but his foot slipped, he fell, and the Sioux chief would have killed him, too, had not the white chief been his friend. "The heart of the Sioux Killer not bad; he loves his white brother for saving his life. "He is badly wounded, and would die but for the care of the Pa-e-has -ka, for his v illage is far from here. "If the white chief will go with him the people of the Sioux Killer will be his friends; they will welcome him and the tomahawk will be buried between his people and the "Are the ears of the vvhite chief open?'' "You bet they are, chief, and drinking in all the Sioux Killer s a y s," said Buff a lo Bill. "I am taking big chances," he continued, "to go to your v illage, for a bullet or an arrow quickly ends a life and your young braves do not idolize me to any alarming extent, unless it is my scalpl 9ck; but I'll take the ri s k and go with you this once, for much good may come of it if I can get the Pawnees allied with us against the Sioux. "Yes, I'll go wit h you', Sioux Killer and accept your hospitality Finding that the. chief spoke English fairly well, Buffalo Bill h a d s p oken in that language, and, though the Sioux Killer did not master all that the scout had said he interpreted it in his own way, as a compliment to himself and his people, and aga in held out his hand for the scout to s hake. Buffalo Bill then filled his own pipe and the chief's wi t h tobacco, a n d the two smoked 1 ogethe r lib-olcl pards A t l a s t af t r r looking ::.gain to t he w.:>tmd s o f tLe Indian, Buffalo Bill said that he would bury the dead Sioux, for the coyotes were howling about the body, and, this duty of lrnm a nity done, he followed ex ctmple of his dead friend and went to sleep, for it was decided to start early the next morningfor the Pawnee village. The daring scout had determined to run the gant let between life and death! CHAPTER III. SCALPS The morning dawned to reveal to the eyes of the astonished Pawnee chief that he was lying peaceiully within a few feet o.f his once most-dreaded enemy. He had suffered during the night, and or twice had groaned with the pain of his wounds, and instantly the sound had caught the ear of Buffalo Bill who had rise n and gone to him. Once he had eased the pain by applying witch hazel, which had with him and then, after looking to the horses ancl around the timber, he had returned to his blankets, the India n grateful for his kindness to him. Buffalo Bill k11e w he wa s in a d a ng.emus locality-; a half way ground between the hostile tribes, and a day's rid e from the fort. He mi ght run upon a scouting party of cavalry from the fort, btlt he was more likely to meet with a band of hos tile Sioux or Pawnees so he was very cautious He got up early and cooked breakfast. 'fhe Sioux Killer still retained hi s appetite, though he was cer tainly suffering, and Buffalo Bill feared that he was going to become worse. He led his pony up to him, aided him to mount, and with the pony of the dead Sioux in lead, started upon the trail to the village of the Pawnees, ri ding slowly, a s it was an effort 'for Sioux Killer to sit on his horse. It was nearing noon, and Buffalo Bill ,,,.as looking about for a camping-place for several hours' rest; he glanced behind him "\.Ve ha v e got to ride for it, chief," he said, quick l y "and figh t, too, for there come Sioux on our trail. Sioux Killer glanced cooll y behind him and said, with no show of uneasiness: "Umph Sioux come on our trail, find grave of chief and want sc a lp. "White chief no fight for Pawnee, maybe die; him ride on, and Sioux Killer die like great chief." "Just the.re, Pard In jun, you show that your ac quaintance with Buffalo Bill is limited for I am not that kind of a man. ''There arc just nine brave s i n that band, and we can cut that numbe r down a few a.nd I have no intention of letting them get my scalp, or yours, either."


e THE BU ff J\LO BILL STORIES. "Good, brave paleface chief!" "Thanks; but there is a dandy place ahead, where we can stand them off, for it is a pool surrounded by rocks, and sheltered by trees, while there is grass about the little basin, and open prairie all around it. "It is not half-an-acre in size, and I have provisions for several days, not to speak of your supplies and those the chief Deadly Hand had with him Just h o ld yourself together, now, pard, and we'll strike a lope for the place I speak of." It was evident that the greater speed caused the Pawnee great J;>ain, but he stood it without a murmur, and, in half-an-hour, they came to the basin, the ideal spot for a small party of men to stand at bay. The Indians on their trail had dashed forward more swiftly when they discovered that they h?-d been seen, and were but a mile behind when the scout and the Sioux Killer reached the basin. Hastily unsaddling the horses and staking them out, Buffalo Bill said: "Make yourself comfortable, chief, for you need rest, and if I have to call upon you I will do so." "Me ready now." "No, lie down, and I'll take care of those fellows at the start," and the scout swung his rifle around for use ThE(Indians still came on, enraged at the death of their chief, for they had opened the grave and disco v ered his body. They determined to rush right upon t heir foes, confident of their numbers, and not knowing just whom they had to deal with Buffalo Bill calmly awaited their approach, meas ured the distance carefully, then raised his rifle and pulled trigger on the young chi e f who was 111 a d val'!ce. He dropped from the saddle a t the crack of the rifle, a pony went down at the second shot, a wan:ior toppled over at the third, and, with hi s wild, defi ant war cry, kn?v v n to all the tribe s o n th prairie, Buf falo Bill sprang over the rocky b as in, pumping out lead as he advanced upon the redskins. His first shot had checked their rapid advance, his second had brought them to a h a lt the third had made them half-wheel, as though to retrea t and .. when he 2ppeared advancing upon them, his rifle rattling forth d e a dly hail as he did so, they turned in wild flight, for there was no shelter near. The war cry had told them who it was that faced them so boldly and, as braves and poni es went down, thinning the nine warriors by three and dropping four of their horses, they. did not halt for their dead, but stampeded in wild flight, while after them ran the dreaded war cry of the Pawnee chief. "Hello, chief, you here?" cried Buffalo Bill, a s .he now b e held the Pawnee close behind him, staggering along with his own and the Sioux' s rifle "Yes, me here; white chief heap brave!" "vVell, we have settled those fellows, and there is a string of scalps for you for I don' t raise the hair of my slain, said the scout. But Sioux Killer did, and quickly took the three scalps, stripped the braves of their weapons, and then retreated with Buffalo Bill, who said: "See here, chief, if you don' t keep quiet, I'll have y o u to bury yet, for you are in a bad way." CHAPTER IV. THE LONE SCOUT. M e anwhile much anxiety was felt regarding Buf fal o Bill at Rocky Range P ost. The great scout had overstayed his time, and hi s m e n in buck s kin were becomin g fearful of the fate o the ir bel oved leader. The c ommandant sa t in hi s quarters listening t o the report of a captain of cavalry, who had been ab sent for sev e r al days upon a speci a l scouting expe di tion, the real cause of which wa s to find some trac of the chief of scouts, Buffa lo Bill. When more than a w eek had gone by and he fail e d t o appear, the commandant had g rown most anxious regardi n g the fate of the popula r scout, and had s e n t Capta in Emory and his troo p to look him up. The s cout Buttons h a d accompanied t he t ro op. H e wa s kn o wn to be a good m a n o n a t rail a nd an old Indi2.n fig hter while h e w a s de o ted to hi s ch ief, Buffal o Bill. But when four days m o re p ass ed a nd the troop d i d n o t return, there wa s a n officer in the fort, \ v ho went to the colonel's qu arters and asked a s a speci a l favor to be allowed to go upon the trail in seai;:c h of Cody, remarking: "I am really alarme d now c o lonel, for Cody s sa f e t y, and I would reques t leav e to go in search of him That o fficer wa s the surgeon at the fort, and yet


TfJE BUff /\LO BILL STORIES. one who had won fame as a scout and Indian fighter second only to Buffalo Bill. Hi name is Frank Powell, for he i s still alive, and a man of great popularity and high position. To the army he was the "fighting. surgeon," while the Indians had given him the name of the "\!Vhite Beaver." Betvveen the fighting surgeon and Buffalo Bill there existed a friendship as true as steel, and many a desperate trail had they been on together, many a time had the one saved the other's life "Well, Powell, Captain Emory has not returned, and, as I am getting anxious for hi s safety, a s well as : for Buffalo Bill's, and as I know well your skill as a ( scout, I will Jet you go on the hunt for them. "Whom do you wish to take with you?" "No one, sir, save an extra horse, which I shall use as a pack animal, as I wish to go well supplied." I wish you had gone with Emory, bnt a troop i s at your servic.e, if you wish it. "Thank you. I prefer to go alone." 1:_nd that night the fighting surgeon started alon e upon the trail, and the nex t afternoon in came Cap tain Emory and his troop. Captain O scar Emory had desene dly won his spurs on many a hard-fought fie ld. l \ \Then he had gone on the search for Buffalo Bill, with Buttons as hi s scout, all predicted that he would soon fincl h im or learn his fate. Then anxiety began to be felt for the captain and his men, but he came back in safety. He hacl had a brttsh with a squad of Sioux and handled them roughl y, ancl he hacl noticed that they had a captlYc in theiimidst a white man. and Private Fenton, wh? had gotten much nearer the redskins than any one el s e, making a clash into their midst and rescuing Lieutenant Armstrong, who was wounded siightly and had fallen beneath h is horse. which killed, had reported that the Sioux prisoner was a man in appearance very much like Buffalo Bill. The band of Indians had been driven in retreat as far as Captain Emory dared venture with his small force, and. returning toward the fort, they had met Surgeon Powell, who was following a small trail which he said he wou.ld stick to in the hope of finding some trace of the mis sing scout. Doctor Frank Powell started upon the search for Buffalo Bill like one who made a b usines1> of what he had to do. Buffalo Bill h a d given him an idea of the way he would go before he left the fort. and the fighting surgeon felt sure that he could soon discover from his trail whether he had first gone to t he Sioux or the Pawnee countries. and knowing this he would know better where to look for him. It had been a Jong time for any trace of an ordinary trail to la st, but then there had been no rain, and 'he knew the hooftracks of Cody's horse well. He went first to a s111all stream which Buffalo Eill vvould have been to cross if he went to the Pawnee country before he did to that of the Siou;-;-, for, both tribes living in. the mountains, they were yet divided by a wide valley, through vvhich flowed a river with a swi ft current and banks only here and broken so that a descent and a crossing could be made, The surgeon was thoroughly equipped for a long trail, being amply supplied with provisions and ammunition, while he carried on his pack horse an extra r ifle for use in close quarters. \i\Tith eyes as keen as an eagle's, a nerve of iron, indomitable will, ancl endmance that was \vonderful, while he was a ski lled trailer and Indian fighter, Frank Powell \\a s the very man to go in search of a pard whom he regarded as a brother. Going first to the little stream, a short search showed him .that the scout had crossed ther e, for his trail was still visible. This was proof that Buffalo Bill had gone up into the Pawnee country, arid, striking off upon it, the fighting surgeon followed it as well as he could, keepi n g as directly as possi ble on the course that the scout would be most likely to foll ow when no trace o f a track was v i s ible. lt was upon the next m orning that he met Captain Emory and his command, and heard the report of that officer, and the opinion of Buttons and Private Fenton regarding the capture of Buffalo Bill. "I hardly think Bill has been caught napping, or allowed himself to be penned up in a trap; but if he is still a prisoner, I mus t know it, so_ I will pus h on as J am going. Captain Emory. and if I makei any discovery, I w ill come to the fort for aid," said the fighting surgeon. and so he parted with the troop and continued on hi s way alone. He was about to look for a noo11 camping-place


THE BUFf. J\LO BILL STORIES. when he suddenly crossoo a fresh trail, or, one made some time after the one going into the Indian country, and going in the direction of the Sioux country. At last a clump of timber was visible ahead, and, as the trail led toward this, the surgeon rode on more rapidly. Something seemed to impress him with the idea that he would make a discovery in that timber, and, before long, he came upon a fresh trail of no less than nine ponies "Ah! Bill had redskins him I sincerely hope he found a good standing-off place in yonder timber, I do not remember to have ever vis ited," muttered the surgeon, as he urged his horse on more rapidly. But, as he drew nearer the timber, he approached cautiously, peered keenly into it, and soon after he r.ode upon a. pack of coyotes, hovering around well picked human bones. "Ah! there was a tragedy here!" and the fighting surgeon h ast ily dismonntecl and began to gather t11e scattered bones together. CHAPTER V. READING SIGNS. Su'rgeon Powell quickly discovered that the skull, so picked of all flesh hy the coyotes and vultures, was that of an Indian, and he muttered: "Sioux, and a large fellow he was. "Instead of killing Cody, the s c .out got m hi s work on Mister Redskin. "But the body was buried, I see, and by a white man, for no Indian e ver dug that grave. "And then the body was torn out of the grave, and not by coyotes, either. .. "I will stop here over night, reconnoiter, a nd try to find out jus t what has taken place." So the surgeon went into camp for the night, and his close observation of the surroundings led to the discovery that there had been two trails, other than the scout's, leading to the timber about the same time that Buffalo Bill h ad arrived, and coming from opposite directions. The track of the nine ponie s was apparently of rpore recent date, and three tracks left the timber together, leading from a small camp among the rocks, while the nine tracks followed on after the others. \ "I think Buffalo Bill must have surprised these two Indians, killed one. and bagged the other; but why did he no. t come on to the fort with his pris oner?" said the surgeon, thoughtfully, and he added: "Maybe those nine redskins are the cause of it. "I will know,,.to-morrow." He camped in the timber all the night, and. at the first peep of clay was in the saddle and off on the trail. It was nearing noon when he came to the place where the scout and Sioux Killer had stood at bay, and he read the signs he saw there well, for he drove the coyotes away from the Indian ponies and found a grave which he knew !1eld several bodies. At once he set to work to open the grave, which he knew had been dug by a white man, while in the little timber island were the remains of a recent camp a nd the tracks of three horses-t\yo ponies and the shod horse of Buffalo Bill. T he grave re, calecl t hree dead Indians, and that they had been scalped the surgeon at once discovered. / He filled in the grave and muttered to himself: Cody was at bay here, and he must haYe made his Indian captive help him to st a nd off the pursuers, for he did some hot work. "But who scalped the three dead Sioux, for Sioux they are, and is Cody"s captive a Sioux the others are trying to rescue or a Pawnee? "That is a question I canno t answer, bot, from what I have seen, matters do not look ver)r bright for Bill' s safety, so I must hasten on, for, if he is a cap tive. the co lonel will make a bold effort to sa,-e him for Pawnee or Sioux will show Cody no mercy. "As the trail goes off in this direction, the redskin with Cody must be a Pawnee, and, now I think of it, perhaps Buffalo Bill may be the captiYe !'" Again starting o n the trail Surgeon Powell dis covered that Buffalo Bill' s horse and the two Indian ponie s continued o n togetl:er, and at a very slow pace. There was evidence of frequent camps made, and short distances tI a veiecl between the camping-places. The delays that Surgeon Powell met with had, of course. put him back considerably on the trail, but he pressed on and did not camp until it was too dark to


' THE B\JffALO BILL STO R IES. 9 see the ,trail he followed, and which, having been made quite a time before, was very indistinct. He had left the prairie country, and was looking for a noo n camp, the following day, when he heard distant firing. He quickly drew reinand listened, and the shots came distinctly to his ears. At once he rode on, and at a gal lop, his pack horse keeping up without urging. Coming to an opening in the timber on the range he was crossing, he halted, hitched his horses, and, creeping to some rocks, peered over into the valley beyond. What he saw c a u se d him quickly to unsling his rifle for u se He looked over a precipitous mountain s ide into a valley wherein. somethihg like h alf-a-m ile from the range \\here he was, he beheld a little rocky spur or hill in which some one had taken shelter to fight for his life. Around this spur were half-a-hundred redskins, and hi s experie nced eye quickly told him that they w ere Sioux. They were dismounted, but their ponies were not \'cry fa r behind them, also forming a circle around the hill where the party was at, bay. The Sioux were concealed by vYhat places of shelter they could find-a rod;:: a tree. thicket, and, in s e Yera l cases a dead pony, of which there we r e fom visib le. \\'ho the men in the hrllWP was. s ta nding bra\ ely at ba .y, t h e fig hting could only conjecture, for they were concealecl f;m h irn. But. f;-om the top of a 'tree ri s in g above the thicket of pines, ffottereJ a s mall United States flag and Frank Po\\'ell muttered: 'Buffalo Bill always carries a s1112ll flag "ith him, and, as there is no party out from the fort. it must be he. "If not, i t i s some small party on the way to the fort. "There! that was a good s hot at long range, and hark! those yells fro m the h i!Js a r e Pawnee war crie s," and the fightin g surgeon referred to a shot that had killed a Sioux, and which was followed by war cries from the party at bay on, the h ill. "That flag bothers me, when the battle cries show that there are Pawnees on the hill. "Can Buffalo Bill. be there, I wond er? "If so, the Pawnees are his foes as much as are Sioux. "Well, I 'fight for the fhg, no matter whom i-c waves over, and I hav e a good chance to open lively from here, and should bring down four or fi'(fe Siotl:'X before they can hunt cover, and, s t ampeding them, should give the party at bay on the hill also a chance to pick them off "Yes, I'll give a bugle call showing myself at one place, then mount and let them see me, and c oming back here will open fire and empty both my vVinchesters, which will make them belieYe there is a troo p of cavalry coming to the resc ue. "Yes I '!\ show my flag, too." With this, Surgeon Powell went to h is pack saddle and took out a small United States flag, and fastened i t to a stick, after which he got out a s mall bugle, and went to a point of rocks where he could be plainly seen when attention was directed toward him. H e had left hi s horses at another point, where he could s h O\\' them. His W inchesters were at the place wher e he had been when he made the disc very of the Sioux besieging the party on the hilltop. All this time rifles were cracking and arrows flying in b oth directions. Snclclenly reYealing himself upon the rocky poinf. the fighting surgeon placed the bugle to his lips, and clear. sharp and ringin g sounded the notes of warnmg. The fir s t note caught the ears of Sioi.lX a nd PJ\\nc c s alike. and \\ild yells came from the latter. Da.::hing back from the point, Surgeon Po\\el1 thre\\ himself in the saddle, and spmrecl into Y i ew another opening. waving the flag that he carried. !\gain he di sappeared, and a minute after he had reached his \Vinchesters, a nd, as he saw the sio11: \\ere retreating to their ponies, followed by a ringing fire from the hilltop. he cried: "That i s Buffalo Bill's rifle speaking now, and he i s cloing splendi d work! "I'll join in t he concert, I guess! He'll recogni ze my music, l m sure!" And the rifle of the surgeon scout Jlso began to rattle. As soon as it was emptied. he seized the second Oile. and, by the time he had fired the last shot from this. the Sioux were in a perfect stampede all around the hil l rushing for their poni es. and riding toward


; THE BUfff\LO BILL STORIES. a comm o n cc-nter bc:o11d to join their forces, and o f white-nine in number-and a negro man and iE r :ip id retreat. , oman. Bnt they ctid not escape sc he l ess. for t11e fighting ''They were rnptives to the Pawnees." Buffalo Bill urgcon had brought down braves and poexplained to Powell, and he added: 11i rode cort." out to ,meet Buffalo Bill. "\Yell, Bill, you seem to have s'.:rnck it ricl 1 up in --CHAPTER VI. T R 0 l.i B L E A : r E A D '' \V e ll, Bill. I have found I am glad to say, for l \Ya:> on your trail; but, come, I advise that you start upo n the back t r ail the way I came, for those S ite.ix may not be so badly scared as not to turn and sec that but one man stampeded them.'' "Orie man worth a scor:e any day, Doc; but do you mean that you arc alone?'' ;,yes, Bill, except my pack horse hitched back on the range," and Surgeon Powell pointed back to hi s posit i o n. 'But I saw the bugler, color-bearer and mounted men. The Sioux saw, too." "One ai1d the same, yours truly, Buffalo Bill." ''Just like you, my br-Other in buckskin, to make a bigger show of force for one man. than a dozen really ordinary men could make. ''You were on my trail, then?" "Yes, but get your band started on th. e trail, and I'll tell you all and how glad I am tb see you alive, for they are most anxious about you at the fort." "I'll move at once," and Buffalo Bill turned to w ard several Pawnee braves who stood near him. Surgeon Powell had mounted hi s horse when the Sioux stampeded, and rode down the spur, and Buf falo Bill had come clown to meet him apart. \tVfien he spoke to the Pawnees, they ran back into their retreat, which had served them so well, and in stantly there appeared a score of splendid-looking braves, all well mounted, but armed onl y with bows 2nd arrows and lassoes. Behind t hem came a motley crowd, also mounted, the Pawnee country, and I am impatient to l 1ear your story. "If you can trust your reel men to go on alone, let us ride up to the ridge yonder, and show our se lves to the Sioux that they may be encouraged to continue. their fligh t for when, I first s a''" but half-ahund rccl. I found whe n they Heel that they were fully double that number.'' "Yes. all of that, a lth o u g h. \Yith your aid, \YC cut down that nnmber by a :;co re. "\1\! c were jumped by them last night, and, fortn r .'!'.tcly. ,,ere 'near tha t hill, which \\ a s a good retreat for u s ''One of the captives, the' redskins were killed. slightly wou11decl. an o ld man. and two of however, and several are "I am ready now to r i d e fonyard with you, Doc." "All ri ght; but get o nto your r e d lariat throwers, will you?" B uffal o Bill saw that the young braves were very coolly scalping the dea d Sioux, and he remarked: "Oh, yes, they are right in their line in hair-raising, and it will help us to h 4ve them take back a few scalps with the m The party being now on the trail b y w hic h the surgeon scout had come, the latter with Buffalo Bill dashed forward to the ridge over which the Sioux had retreated T h e Indians. had halted half-a-mile away, but, seeing the two h o rsem e n come into s ight, rapidly moved o n once m ore. and w ere encouraged b y a few shots from 'the Winchesters, which, in spite of the di stance, dropped their bullets in their midst. "Yes, they are all of a hundred, I see; but they are demoralized, and we have nothing further to fear, from them.


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 11 "See, as we do not pursue, they are hastening in their flight, evidently thinking that the troops are moving around on the ridge to fla,nk them." "That's what they think, Frank, so we will wait here to.encourage them in their flight, and, mean while, you can tell me how it is that you happen here just in the nick of time, for rifles were scarce in my outfit and ammunition mighty low?" "\i\f ell, Bill, you die! not turn up on time, so, after waiting a while for you to come in, the colonel sent Emory and his tro.op after you, and I fol lowed later. "I met Emory on his return, the scout. Buttons, having reported that he saw a captive in the hands of a bane! of Sioux with whom they had a brush. Pri vate Fenton also saw him hey said that it was you! "But I ca e on, and I story, Bill." m, so now to your "Sec there, Doc," Buffalo Bill pointed to a much larger bane! of Sioux now filing into sight. Surgeon Powell needed no warning from Buffalo Bill at what he saw. The retreating Indians, now a couple of miles away, had come to a halt. A signal came from those in retreat, and they at once rode forward at a canter. "There are a cotiple of hundred of them, Bill." "Yes, Frank, and more to come, for see that fellow on the ridge is signaling to others not in sight to us." A few words explained the situation, and, while the captives rode on with several of the braves, Buf falo Bill and the Pawnees set tQ work to build a num ber of campfires on the range, for night was nea r at hand, and the idea was to make the Sioux believe a large force of cavalry had encamped there. By this ruse, the little party could get a full night's start, it was hoped. The surgeon scout, having decided to be the courier to the fort, stripped his horse of all extra weight, carried only a little food, and, after a few words with Buffalo Bill, started off, determined to. make the fort in the shortest time possible. He knew the country well, and would follow no trails, ta.king a course as the crow flies, as near as it was possible to do so, and hoping to reach the f.ort by noon the next day, and at once start a force of cavalry to the rescue. At the fort, anxiety deepened for the fate of Buf falo Bill, and a dread was felt also that the desire of Surgeon Poweli to rescue his friend would cause him to be even more reckless than was his wont. Since Captain Emory's return there was a general gloom over the fort, for Buffalo Bill was a favorite with all; he was the idol of his band of scouts, and a great favorite with all the. officers, who always treated him as though he held a commission. Colonel Markham had begun to consider the re quest of Buttons, the scout, to go out with the com pany of men in buckskin under the command of Buf falo Bill, in search of their chief, and to send with "You are right, and our place is to make tracks at them Captain Emory and a couple of troops of cavfull speed." 1 alry. "] ust so, but to try to check pursuit by a show of He had just decided to do so, when it was r epo rted camping on the ridge and having force enough to to him that a horseman was rapidly approaching the check them." fort. "You mean by building campfires, now that night The colonel soon learned that the horseman was is coming on?" urging the animal he rode hard, and soon after that "Yes, and then pushing on at full speed, while I his horse had fallen with him, and, failing to rise, the dash on to the fort for aid, and y ou take command rider had at once started on at a run. of the outfit." Instantly a lee! horse was dispatched to his aid, and "No, Bill, this is your picnic, and you stay with met him a mile from the fort, when he was se e n to the captives and lasso-throwing guard. It is I who mount and clash on at full speed. will ride to the fort for aid "It is Surgeon Powell!" cried the officer of the "Yes, there come others into view, and we now day, as his glasses ,revealed the straps on his shoulhave about four hundred Sioux on our trail." clers, and he recognized the tall form and handsome "Then we will ride for it, Frank," and the two face of the daring officer scout. friends clashed on to the top of the range \vhere the A cheer went up from the men as the fighting surparty had halted. geon clashed into the fort, and, raising his hat cour-


12 THE BUF F ALO BILL STORlt:S. teously, rode rapidly on to head.quarters, threw himself from the saddle, and was met by the colonel with extended hands and the words: "Welcome back, f 'owell; you have news of Cody?" "Yes, sir, and will you order a troop at once, sir, ready for a hard ride, with two others, and a couple of light guns to follow, for there is a large force of hot upon the trail of Cody and a party of captives-men, women and children-brought from the Pawnee village. I will guide the relief, sir, by the most direct trail t o the rescue." Colonel Markham saw at once that Surgeon Powell was in deadly earnest, and he ordered a troop in readiness, Cody' s band of scouts as well, with a couple of utller troops and two light guns to follow with supplie s as soon as they could be gotteu ready. Then he said: "You have ridden hard, Surgeon P o well, and your face shows it." "I ha1'dly thought it possible to reach here before noon, sir, and it is just nine o'clock. "I killed my horse, sir, but that is a small matter in the rescue of human !if e. I left Cody at dark last night, sir, and the demand for aid was most urgent. "I will go to my quarters, sir, and be back in time to guide the relief." "But you are not able to go, Powell!" "Oh, yes, sir for I am as tough as a pine knot, you kno,w." "But tell me something of Cody and those cap tives." "I can tell you nothing, sir : as I know only tl1at I came upon Cody, his captives and a band of young Pawnee braves who are, strange to say, his allies. "They \ Vere in a tight place besieged by Sioux, and my coming gave them a loophole to escape, when other Sioux appeared, and Buffalo Bill, the captives and the Pawnees are pushing for the fort with all speed, and about half-a-thousand hostiles upon their trail, while I came as a courier for aid." "And nobly have you done your work, Surgeon P o well ; but I dislike to see you overtax yourself, when the scouts can guide the expedition: "I know the direct trail. sir, and can save several hours. and that means much. "I will go, sir, an' d lie reaay when tlie comrnana is and the fighting surgeon hastened to his own quarters to prepare for the long trail. CHAPTER VII. AN AMBUSCADE. \i\ Then Surgeon Powell had left the party under Buffalo Bill, the latter prepared to make the best of the situation, but said to the captives, who seemed to feel that they were doomed to be captured now l::iy the more cruel Sioux: "If any man on earth can bring us afd, Doctor Powell is that man. "He has a wonderful horse there, and he knows the country thorou while he is striving to help u s we must. d t we can f ourselves ., The campfires alo iclge had n built, were a s co re in number, a1 women and children had been sent on ahead, one of the braves serving as a guide toward the fort, while Buffalo Bill and the la sso throwers remained behind to check any ad,ance oi the Sioux. Reconnoitering with his glass, Buffalo Bill felt sure that the Sioux would not tarry any longer than the first peep of day to advance and be ready in position then to attack. Of course, they would find their foes gone, but, with the captiv es and several v\'ounded the party could not travel very fast, and it wa s a long t rail to the fort, so that the Sioux, if well mounted, could overtake them by the following night. Buffalo Bill set the pace of retreat slow but sure, halting when necessary for res t, and by dawn they had gone all of twenty miles over the mountain trail. They felt sure that this distance at least was between them and their pursuers yet. c o uld not hope that it would remain long thus There w as a l ong halt then made for r est anp breakfast, and when the march was resumed again the pace was mbre brisk, as b y daylight they could better see their way. Arriving at a range through which the trail wound, the Pawnee braves halted and talked together excitedly for a few moments, and when Buffalo Bill came up he learned from them that they were anxious to ambush the Sioux there. The scout examined the position and saw that the braves could hide themselves there, leave their horses


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 13 on ahead, Cleiiver a fire upon the Sioux, and tnen running to their horses, who would have had a rest, readily escape before they could be attacked by the main force. "It is a good idea, and I will be with you," said Buffalo Bill, and then he told them that from a point some distance back, he had seen the advance guard of the Sioux pushing on. "There were about fifty of them, as well as I could see with my glasses, and they must b e well ahead of the oithers," he explained to the braves. Then word was sent on ahead for those in the lead to push on until they found a good camping-place, and one that co uld be well defended, for the horses were getting tired out, and, on account of the women and children the scout felt that a halt must be made, perhaps a stand at bay to fight for life .. He fondly hoped that the ambush contemplated would check the Sioux. The ponies of the young braves were staked out a mile beyond the ambush, and the party went into hiding alc:i.ng the top of a cliff, along the base of which the trail ran-thirty feet beneath them. The plan was to deliver a hot fire upon the ad vance, and theri. fly while they were in disorder, cutting off, as they could, being on foot a distance of a quarter of a mile, which one moi.mted would have to ride. It was a wait of a little over an hour when the Sioux advance came into sight, and every Pawnee stood ready with his bow and arrow, while Buffalo Bill crouched in a position whence he could deliver a raking fire with his Winchester. There were some sixty Sioux in the adyance, and this was a sure indication that they had a large force following one they kn ew was strong enough to dare go near the fort. The Sioux were pressing their ponies hard, for they had discovered by the trail that there were not over thirty in the party were pursuing, and they wanted e ve ry scalp in the outfit. They had also seen that they had run from a fal se alarm, that there had been no cavalry force come to the rescue, no so ldiers around the campfires, and the rapid retreat of their enemy showed that no help was near at hand. Enraged by their losses, their being driven off by a ruse, and the escape of their foes, the best l"t!ounted men were pushed ahead to1 capture the fugitives, or bring them to a halt until the mam force came up. On came the Sioux, their ponies pushed hard, for they felt that their foes could not be over six mile s ahead, and thdy must catch them before sunset. That a s mall force, such as they were, wquld ha.It for a fight or an ambus h they did not consider, and hence they rode into the gap with no thought of dan ger. Sudde nl y there came down upon them a per fect shower of arrows, a silent rain of death. And following this rang out the deadly music of Buffalo Bill' s repeating rifle, and the air seemed filled with dark? whirli11g clouds, as a score of lassoes went swirling down to catch over the heads of the sur prised, terrified and struggling mass of red humanity in the narrow gap. Out of the three-score that had met that silent showe r of deadly arrows, had faced the rattling ring of Cody's rifle, and then been entangled in the fatal coils of the la ssoes, about half went clown, the rest wheeling and flying, almost without a return fire. With wild yells of triumph, the deadly lasso throwers then felt no desire to fly to their ponies, but, half-falling, half-leaping down the steep sides of the canon, they sprang among the dead and dying Sioux, and soon each one waved aloft one or more gory scalps in triumph. But the warning cry of the cool-headed white chief called them to and away they sped on foot, ere the amazed advance guard of the Sioux had ral lied in their flight when seeing they were not pursued. It was a rapid, hard run to their and, mounting, they pushed on, frenzied with joy over the deadly blow they had struck, while at their head rode Buffalo Bill, stern and determined, as he muttered: "I want this band of Pawnees for Indian scouts to fight the Sioux with, and, allied with my brave boys in buckskin at the fdrt, I would not fear to face ten times our number." The young braves rode on,. elated over their vic tory, and regarding their white chief with more awe and admiration t .han ever, for he had planned the blow and the retreat, though the thought had occurred to them. Then, too, they had seen the deadly execution of his matchle ss rifle, and they were sure that he would lea d them again to victory.


. i4 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. Overtaking the captives, Buffalo Bill found that they had halted in a of timber just off the trail, through which wound a small stream. There was a ri se there, with open country about them, whi l e beyond for many miles H1ere were level plains, and no chance to stancf at bay if overtaken. It was only a little after noon, and yet Buffalo Bill decided to press no further on, but to stand at bay there, for the force of Indians would not come up much before dark, and a general attack would hardly be made before the next morning. By that time, knowincr Surcreon Powell as he did, he felt sure that ;,,, aid would not be very far away. Then, too, they were nearly forty miles nearer the fort than when the fighting surgeon started on his long ride for help, so the rescue party would haye that much less to ride. So, all things considered, Buffalo Bill decided to make his stand there, and he was glad to see, from the nature of the timber, that another ambush could. be laid. To do this as the trail through the timber showed distinctly, he' had all the p;nies led on beyond it to a rise a couple of miles away, and there he built several fires, so that the smoke would indicate a can:tp. Back, then, over the trail, the ponies were led, and they were hidden under the banks of the stream so they could not be seen by the approaching Indians. There was fallen timber there, too. and this was all arranged as a breastwork, where the party could lie in ambush. To any one apprnaching the timber not a sign of an ambush could be seen, while the trail leading on beyond would indicate that only a noonday halt had been made there. The women and children were placed in shelter under the banks of the stream, two of the captive white men volunteering to aid in the defense. though armed only with bo ws and arrows, while a young girl of eighteen, the

THE BU ff A.LO Bill STORIE.Se called the young girl, was left to the guardianship of Buffalo Biil, and, fearing that she might meet with her father's fate, he had urged that she remain under the shelter of the bank with the other captives. But he had urged in vain, as, armed with her father's rifle, she took her place by the scout's side. with the grim determination to do. her part in the fight for life, s killful sharpshooter that she was. The sun 1\'as yet a couple of hours high when Buffalo .Bill, who had been perched up in a tree, looking back over' the trail through his gave a warning cry that indicated that the Sioux were coming. They were yet miles a way, and the scout noticed that, as before, there was an advance guard. But this time it was larger than the one that before had ridden into the ambush in the gap. ,There were fully a hundred now ahead, and they were keeping well up. To the scout's idea this indicated that at least four times that force were following, and he oniy hoped that Surgeon Powell would bring soldiers enough to not oniy drive the m back. but to give l:hem a very severe "''.hipping. ''They must be over an hour ahead of their m a in force, and the latter will hardly be up before sunset. so, as t h ey w ill not attack at night, we will have till dawn to lo o k for help and prepare to fight them," s aid Buffalo Bill as he took hi s position in the line. But his words w ere heard by Sing in g Bird, who replied: "If we can jnmish them severely here, they will b e very cautious about advancing then, unless they can hasten on their whole band and charge us before night, for, as you say, the Sioux will not fight at night." Buffalo Bill gazed at the g irl admiringly. She was tall s lender and graceful. Her costume was a buckskin skirt, fringed le g gings, a tight-fitting waist and feather headdress and she had shown much taste in making an attire that was very becoming. Darkly bronzed though she -vyas, and with blond hair worn in braids, she would never have been mistaken for an Indian maiden, in spite of her attire. Her eyes were a deep blue, large and very expres sive, teeth. even and w,hite, and her features per fect. "You do not seem to have any {ear Singing Bird," sai d the scout. calling her by her Indian name. "::fo I have nothing to live for, and the my father ahvays told me, was perfect r est. , "But here come t h e Sioux. and her voice never changed i t s tone. "Yes, and they come on with no dread of an amb ush h e r e, for the trail leading on deceiYes them." Then, in the Pawnee tongue, be told his braves, the two white men and Singing Bird to wait until hi s first shot a_s a signal for the1;1 to fire, and added: "I shall pick off the ch"ief on the pony." The Pawnee braves we1:e growing uneasy under the delay of the scout in firing, for the Sioux were not a hundred yards away. But Buffalo Bill seemed in no hurry. He deemed it best to have them near enough for the arrows to do good execution, rather than fire at a distance beyond their range. Nearer and nearer came the S ioux, until the Pawnees became terribly excited at their coming so clo se and then there rang out a single shot. It was the scout's signal, and the chief on the yellow pony f ell, while a second shot brought down another chief at his side. That second shot was fired by Singing Bird, and a shower of Pawnee arrows followed it, while the rapid rattle of Buffalo Bill's Winchester told that the fight for life was on. The Sioux were pushing along at as rapid a pace as their tired ponies could carry them. They were riding well up together, though lollin g in their saddles as though tired out themselves. As soon as they had come in sight of the littl e clump of timber, their keen vision 'had detected the well-marked trail leading beyond it, as though the fugitives had made but a short halt there. As they had not before visited the timber, they clid not reali ze the splendid advantage it presented for a place of shelter and an ambush. They thought that they could see through it, and that foes lurked ft1ere, wa r y as. they were, never en .. tered their mi1 ds. Afar off o n the plain the y detected the smoke of campfires, and it was just where the fugitives should be, and, with the ]e, ei plain before them for many a long mile, tbe.1 r ejo ice d that they wo uld catch their foes without shelter. The body of Sioux r-ecoilecl as though they hacl am


THE B UFF 1\LO BILL STORIES. upon a line of bayonets when the scout's shot killed their chief, the second shot from Singing Bird brought down their next leader, and then followed the shower of arrows, the ringing of the Winchester, not fired at random, but to kill. and the rattle of the revolvers of the scout in the hands of the t'wo white men captives. Down went warriors and ponies, and, stunned, hurt, bleeding and demoralized, the Sioux reeled back rapidly, until they ended in a perfect stampede to save life. Back to the shelter of hill they had just left they retreated, while, wild with joy, the Pawnees rushed from their retreat and began to strike down the wounded and tear the red and bleeding scalps from the heads of their foes. "The Pawnees have taken more Sioux scalp5 under your lead, white chief, than has fallen to their lot for many a day," said Singing Bird, as she stood by the scout gazing upon the scene with a look of s::itisfaction, rather_ than pity or regret. "You do not appear shocked at the scene," said the scout, rather coldly. "Why should I, for did I not tell you that I was half-Indian in my nature now? Diel I not tell you that it was Sioux who killed my mother, sisters and brothers, and only yesterday it was my father who fell by their hands? "No, I have mercy for them, no pity, and the scalp of the chief I killed I shall wear at my belt, for the young Slayer tolcl me that he would bring it to me." As the Singing Bird spoke. Sioux Killer, the young leader of the Pawnees, advanced with several scalps, one of which, with a war bonnet, handed to the young girl, who, as she had said, fastened it to her belt, with the remark: "See, white chief?" "I cannot blame you, poor girl," said Buffalo Bill, sadly, and he added, in an undertone: "She is, indeed, half-Indian by nature, and one cannot wonder at it." Then he turned to arrange his plans for the attack of the Sioux, which he knew would not be delaye<;[, if they arrived before night fell in force, or, if after darkness had set in, by the dawn of the following day. The Pawnees were placed under their young chief, so as to do the most effective work with their bows and arrows, the two men with the scout's revolvers were givei1 advantageous pos1ttons, and with them he put Singing Bird with her rifle, while he determined to move from point to point with his Winchester. To go on, with the ponies broken clown, almost, and delayecl by the helpless captives and wounded, Buffalo Bill knew wbuld be to have the Sioux overtake them at night upon the open plain, where there was no shelter, as where they then were. Supper was prepared, and all partook of it, and then, as the sun touched the horizon, Buffalo Bill saw the Sioux file out of the hills. They came slowly, and in columns, three abreast. Each column branched off as they left the hills, one to the right, the other to the left, and this meant that they intended to surround the timber, to completely hem in their foes. They seemed in no hurry, and were evidently boiling with rage at the defeats they had met with, but were patient enough to take a night's rest, and plan to overwhelm their foes in the morning. As Buffalo Bill' saw these two columns file out on the plain, growing larger and larger, he began to count them until at last he muttered to himself: "There are many more than I thought-nearly a thousand in number. "\Ve are all to die Ly the hands of the Sioux," coolly said Singing Bird, who had heard him. "Our only hope now is in the fighting surgeon, \\"as the scout's reply. CHAPTER IX. TO S.\VE B UFF.\LO BlLL. It was Surgeon Frank Powell who set the pace for the first party sent to rescue Cody and the captives. Colonel Markham. had decided to send Captain Emory and two troops, also the band of Buffalo Bill's scouts, and have three extra troops and four guns follow after as quickly as they could be gotten ready. So it happened that four cavalry companies and a battery of four six-pounders, three hundred and fifty men in all, were dispatched to the rescue, Captain Emory leaving an hour after Surgeon Powell"s arriv;;tl, and the second force, under Major Melton, following in a little over an hour behind him, though they did not travel at as rapid a pace. It was just nightfall when Surgeon Powell, who


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. was in the lead, and who showed no signs of fatigue, came upon the smoldering fires on the plains built by Buffalo Bill as a blind. Taking a dark lantern, Surgeon Powell exan1'!ned the ground carefully, and at last said: "Capta in Emory, they came this far, and then retreated by the same trail." "\iVhat does that mean, Powell?" "With Buffalo Bill as the leader, it means to me, Emory, that he saw he \Yas being pressed too hotly to escape and with an open plain before him, he retreated to shelte r he had passed some distance back, doubtless a clump of timber on a stream some miles from here that I recall now." ''I see no campfires." "Very t rue, and will s ee none. Jus t rest your men here while Buttons and I go on to reconnoiter, and send a courier back to hurry Major Melton on, for, in my opii1ion, we will need him by daylight. The courier was at once sent back on the trail, and then Surgeon Powell and Buttons started ahead on foot. It wa s a couple of hours before they returned, and Captain Emory was asleep qnJis blanket, his saddle for a pillow, when he was arous ed by a touch on the shoulder. "Ho, Doctor, back again?" \ es." "\Vhat time is it ? "Eleven o'clock." "Any news?'' "Have you hacl any 11o rd from ?" "None whate ver. 'Sencl another c ourier a f ter him, a nd teil him to pu sh o n if he kill s his h o r s e s b u t halt hi m h a lf-a mil e from here." You hav e found the Indians then?.' ;.Yes, Cody i s corralled by them in the timber I spoke of and is at b ay, awaiting their attack at dawn." "And we are here to beat them off." ''Thank Goel for it as they are a thousand strong perhaps more, and my advice, Emory, i s for you to send word to Melton to dispatch onc of his couriers hack to the fort for more men. and to have Colonel in r e adiness. for it looks to me as thoug h the Sioux were on raid, and in large force." ''You are t he doctor, Powell. and I follO\v your prescription, for you know," and Captain Emory hastily dispatched a courier with a note to Melton, written by aid of the surgeon scout's lantern. The courier gone, Captain Emory asked: "Now, Powell, what discovery did you make?" "The Indians are camped in a circle around the timber where Cody is corralled. "Buttons and I counted the ponies in the line we to, and at different points we struck, and found enough to show that if the circle was complete, they numbered all of a thousand warriors; but, whatever their force, they vvill not attack at night." "And yon saw no redskins?" "I ran upon one, but he is not dangerous now," was the significant reply. "YOU killed him?" "Yes, he was asleep, one of the guards over the ponies, and I fell over him, so had to knife him. "They seemed to have no fear from this direction, and were sure of their prey, and were resting until time to move at dawn." "I am glad we have a large force, and trust Melton will soon be up." "Yes, for we can place the men and guns, and be r eady to attack them before they strike Cody, for their forc e could never be checked by the few he has. "vVe can open on them with the guns as a starter, and then c harge w ith three troops, keeping the other two as a reserve and support to the battery." '"'vV e must be careful not to fire toward Cody's c a mp with the guns." ")Jo: and w hen Melton's men come up, I will shO\v them t he e xact posit ion of Cody's camp and the Sioux line s s o that th e re \v ill b e no mistake made. "If the m a j o r arrive s b y midnight, it will give men ancl h o r s e s s eyer al h ours' rest, and they will need it, for t h i s h as b e e n a l ong, hard rus h from the fort." "Yes, but no one will c a re, if Cody is rescued, brave fellow that he is, was Captain Emory's reply, and, a s he turned, a courier rode up to report Major Melton coming rapidl y on, and only a few miles back on the trail. Major Melton followed his courier very quickiy, coming on ah e ad of his command, and accompanied b y his a dju tant and an aid. He wa s greeted by Captain Emory and Surgeon Powell, the latter placing the situation before him, and suggesting th a t w ord be sent hack at once to order a slow march for the battery, so that no sound


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. of. itis coming would catch the keen ears of the Indians. Made acquainted with the situation, Major Melton said: "It is a sp)endid thin.g, Powell, to be both a scout an.d an officer, and I wish you to se,rve me as adviser until, the sterner duty of looking after the wounded arises, though I have one of your assistant surgeons along, for Colonel Markham said that it was best' tliat he should come as long as Buffalo Bill was to be rescued and you were in the lead." "I am at your service, major, with pleasure, but have you decided upon your plan of action?" "Oh, yes, to carry out your ideas wholly, tak.e po sition with the battery and three troops in reserve, and have Captain Emory lead hi s charge with his two troops after the firing of the guns." The command was soon up with the advance, and the tired horses were unsaddled for a rest, and the soldi e rs, also worn out, were glad to get a rest for several hours, well knowing what the coming day would bring to them. The story had gone the rounds that Buffalo Bill and his party, wherever they were, had been corralled by a large force of Indians, who were waiting for day light to attack him, and that they were to anticipate the attack in a short while. Defying fatigue, Surgeon Powell went on another scout. Buffalo Bill's scout s had been turned over to his especial command by Major Melton, so. they left their hors e s behind them and went to have a look at the field and learn the position of the Indians and the timber where Buffaio Bill was at bay, fully realizing that ail their lives depended upon his gallant friend, who had made the ride to the fort for aid. Yet Buffalo Bill hardly hope that the fight ing surgeon had such a splendid ride of it, or that the troops coming to the rescue had presse d on as they had done. When Surgeon Powell and his scouts discovered that the Indians were resting with no dread of any foes other than those they intended to overwhelm at dawn, they returned to the command and found the officers all assembled at Captain Emory's camp, talking over the situation. Hearing the surgeon's report, tlie majo1r : ordered the scouts to go the rounds and wakert the men, so that they could saddle their horses and be ready to move, as in another hour it would be dawn . Blankets had been wrapped around the wheels of the cannon and caissons the guns and ,swords of the men had been carried in hand, so as to give no clanking sound, and the trace chains had been mufftecl. Then the command moved slowly toward the attacking point, Surgeon Powell acting as g uide. \iVhen as near the Indian lines as they dared go, a halt was ordered, a11d the st{rgeo n, who had gone ahead on foot, returned and reported: 'They are on the move, major. "You see the dark spot against the horizon that s hovfs the timber, so have the guns tqained t o the right and left of it several hundred yar\ls, and i f you do not hit the redskins, you will at least stan:ipede their horses." "All right, Powell. Tell Emory I shall fire v.rithin five minutes," and Surgeon Powell walked away to join Captain Emory and deliver the message. It was just five minutes after that Surgeon Powell was seated on his horse, 'at the head of the two dozen scouts who had accompanied the command from the fort, while upon one side was Captain Emory and his troop, and the other Lieutenant Armstrong and his company, all waiting for the firing of the cannon as the signal to charge. The four guns had been trained as Powell had suggested, two upo n one side of the timber, two upon the other. . CHAPTER X. ON TIME. It was with considerable foreboding that Buffalo Bill saw the t\vo columns of warriors :filing out of hills on either side to surround him in hi s position, and a thought came to him which caused him t.o sud denly_ ask Sioux Killer, the young chief, if he had a brave in his banq who spoke the Sioux tongue well. The answer was that one of the young, braves, Scalp Taker, had been captured by the Sioux when a youth, and had spent three years in their village. Then he had made his escape while out on a hunt with four young Sioux, and he had taken the scalps of four and brought them with him to h is own people, thus 'vinning his name. "He is the brave I wish, and I'll tell you what he must do. "When the Sioux surround our camp to-night, he must s lip out in some way, capture one of their bes t ponies, and ride hard for the Pawnee village. -"He must tell them there that the great chief, Sioux Killer . is in a tight place, and i s expecting sol-diers from the fort t6 rescue him and us. "If they come, the Sioux will retreat by the Hermit's Canon, so that if the Pawnees will rush a band of se veral hundred braves there they will be in time to ambush the retreating Sioux, and when we are rescued, I will lead Sioux Killer and his reds by a secret pass through the range and join the band that is sent. "Does the Sioux Killer hear?" It was evident that the Killer not only heard, but was delighted at the plan of the scout, and he at once called up Scalp Taker, and he was asked if he could get through the Sioux lines.


' T'HE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. Scalp Taker was more than pleased at a chance to distinguish himself, and, having made a few changes in his appearance, when it was perfectly dark, he slipped out of the timber and disappeared. Buffalo Bill felt relieved when he had dispatched the courier to the village of Sioux Killer, for he was anxious that the Pawnees should hav e a hand in the defeat of the Sioux, for he confidently looked for relief from the fort, and that their foes would be forced to retreat. Too anxious to sleep himself, he bade the otl\ers sleep while lie watched, and, hea;ing no shout of triumph indicating the capture of Scalp Taker. he felt that the young brave hacl gotte n throngh the lines in safety. If he. found a good horse, he ought to reach the Pawnee village before midnight, and a cross trail from there would enable the braves sent t.-y them to help to be in position by sunset at I-Iermit'13 Pass, did they push their horses hard, and the Sioux, in retreating, would hardly reach there until several hours later, while he did not doubt that they would there make a stand to drive back the pursuing soldiers. It wo11ld, therefore, be a surprise to them to find P21.wnees already ambushed there. and, caught be tween two fires, their lo ss e s would be heavy. At last the scout knew that dawn was not far off, and he went the rounds, waking the braves and capi ti v es for the work of beating off the attack. He found Singing Bird awake, and she coolly said that she was ready for the fight whenever the Sioux charged them. Buffalo Bill had not heard a sound to indicate that the soldiers had arrived, and the stamping of the Indian ponies and an occa s ional neigh had alone reached his ears. At last he saw the gray light of dawn appearing, and said, sternly: "'vVe may expect them now, so stand ready to fight and die." His well-trained eyes had seen the dark mass of Indians closing in on the timber on foot, while following them were their. ponies led by the braves who had them in charge. But hardly had the words left the scout's lips when there was seen, far out upon the plains, the quick flash of the guns. There were four reel bursts of flame. deafening reports, the shr.ieking of the shells, and then the bursting of them right in the Indians' ranks. The echoes of the guns had not died away when loud cheers were heard, a bugle sounded a charge. and then came the thunder of iron hoofs in the wild rush as the gallant troopers bore down t\pon the Indians, revolver in one hand, sabre in the other. The Sioux were completely surprised, and they stood in panic-stricken horror for some moments, hardly realizing that their intending cliarge upona few foes had been all changed in an instant. \i\Tith th e breaking of clay the gunners could see how to aim, and shells were thrown thick and fast among the Sioux braves and ponies, who fell dead and wounded under the hot fire, while Captain Emory and his men and Surgeon Powell and the scouts swept upon them with merciless fury. Then, too, from the timber came a hot fire from Buffalo Bill and the Pawnees, and so cut up and con fused were the Sioux that only their large numbers saved them from a complete stampede. As it was, their head chief rallied them for a fighting retreat, back to the range from which they had come, and, as they rode off, they beheld the rescue of the party in the timber, all of whom they had regarded as surely prey. In the surging of the hundreds of Sioux, mounted and afoot, the stampeding of many of their ponies, the firing from the timber, the roaring of the guns and the bursting of the shells, added to the charging of the troopers and scouts, and the wild yells of all, it se emed as though hell reigned supreme for halfan-hour. Then, when cla y dawned, it revealed a field strewn with dead and dying braves, while here and there a sold ier and military-caparisoned horse clotted the scene. The Sioux w e re retreating sullenly to the protection of the hills, while the troopers and scouts were pressing them hard. Passing near the timber, Surgeon Powell and the scouts made no halt, but they were surprised not to see Buffalo Bill clash out and join them. Later Major Melton came up with the gunners and r e serve troopers, determined to camp upon the stream, near the He at once rode into the besieged camp and called out: "Ho, Cody, where are you?" He beheld several women and children, a dead white man, but no scout appeared at his summons. "Pardon me, but where is Scout Cody?" he asked, looking around him. It was Singing Bitcl who stepped forward and replied: "He clashed out vvith the Pawnee band when the last of the Sio14x passed, and is in pursuit of them, sir, and he asked me to say to the commanding officer that he had sent word to the Pawnees to send several hundred of braves to Hermit's Pass. and to press the retreat hard and he would be there. to head them off and deal a severe blow that would send all the bands now on the warpath back to defend their villages." The words were deliYered in a decided, distinct tone, ancl Major Melton gazed upon the girl with ad miration, while he asked :


'THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. '.'A re you one of the captives rescued from the Pawnee village?" "I am, sir; I am Singing Bird." "Well, Miss Singing Bird, how is it that Cody has rescued you and others from the Pawnee village, and yet has Pawnee as allies? ''.T):1at1 sir, Chief Cody will explain, for he did not request me to do so." "'And he expects to gq to HermWs Pass to join the Pawnees and ambush the retreating Sioux?" "So he said, sir." "How many Pawnees were with him?" "Sioux Killer himself and many of his braves, but hundreds will meet them at the pass." "And I must push the Sioux that far?" "So he said, s ir. "And there are other bands than these on the warpath?" "Chief Cody so said, sir." "And the Pawnees have suddenly become his 1 fdends ?" "They have, sir-good friend s." "This i? remarkable; but Cody kno ws what he is about, and I will push the Sioux as hard as I can, leaving a small force here with you r esc u ed people, and to let the reinforcements that will come know where we have gone, and why. "I will see you later, miss," and. raising his hat, Major Melton rode on and ordered the commander of the battery to shell the hills, hotly advancing as they did so, that the Indians \Vould not halt there to fight them. This was done, and the cavalry, pressing on hotly; large force though the Sionx had thev did not dare halt and fight their pursuers. Finding that the soldiers seemed determined to press the pursuit h ard, the Sioux chief suddenly de cided to lead them into a trap, and urge them to fol low as far as Hermit1s Pass, the very spot for a splen did ambush that was to wipe out the whole of the band of palefaces who were upon their trail. There were other bands of Sioux out upon the warpat\ and to these couriers were sent bv the cun ning chief, ordering them to fall in behin-d the sol diers, so as to cut them off when they should retreat. after being led into the ambush known as Hermit's Pass. The Sioux then kept sullenly on in thelr flight enraged that they could not have brought off their killed and wounded and had thus far not a scalp to show, and only defeat t o meditate on. As Surgeon Powell pressed on in the gloom of early morning, he came to where a trail Jed off from the main one, after reaching the hills. It was a small trail, comparatively, of not more than twenty ponies, and among them was a largt.: ironshod track that caused the fighting surgeon to exclaim: "Cody's horse made that track, ;i hundred to one on it; but does it mean that the retreating Sioux dashed through the timber and captured Cody and his party after all?" This question which the scouts could not answer, at once cast a gloom over all. CHA;PTER. XI. IN THE NET. vVhen the Sioux had reached the hill s, full of rage and hatred, they decided to make a derermined stand against the soldiers, who, out upon the plain, they co uld distinctly see, were but one-third their number. But recalling the pursuit, Captain Emory's men and the scouts under Surgeon Powell, Major Melton at once planted h i s guns and began to shell the range. For a while the Indians stood it, but, as the range was gotten and the shells began to burst in their midst, and their ponies were frantic with fright, the redskins began a hasty retreat, and as they moved out the scouts and Captain Emory's men pushed rap idly into the hills and opened fire with their rifle s and carbines. Establishing a camp in the timber with one gun and a crippled caisson. and a score of able-bodied soldie r s to look after the wounded and white ca}' tives Major Melton pushed on in cha s e of the Sioux. \i\Then they saw that they were being hotly pressed they began their cunning w0rk to get revenge, and laid their plan s to entrap and destroy the sold iers. The Sioux h a d sent couriers t o other bands on the warpath, with orders to center at the Hermit' s Pass . and to approach it so as to leave no trail that the sol diers would fall upon. vVith a large force there, th ose retreating before the soldiers intende d to lead them right on into the pass and to the ir doom. \ Vhen night came on, the Sionx were still sullenly retreating before Major Melton. who, when they would halt in a position as though to make a stand, wonlcl begin to shel l them, and quickly wou ld they be driven on once more. The couriers sent to the o ther bands found them readily, and word came back to the head Sioux chief that other braves equaling his own in number would be at the Hermit's Pass in time to aid in the de struction of the hated palefaces. But Major Melton advanced s lowly, and couriers overtaking him brought word that three hundred mounted infantry and two more guns with ample supplies were coming quickly on his trail to his sup port from the fort. Sending back word to halt one company of in fantry and the supply train at the t imber as a reserve:, and push on with the b alance of the force after him, -----a


TH E BUFFALO Bill STORIES. Major Melton felt that he was strong enough to cope with all the Indians he might have to fight, especially if B u ffalo Bill kept his word to meet him at the Hermit's Pass with a band of Pawnees, though just how the chief of scouts was going to get control of a band of warriors who were a short time before his deadly foes, was a mystery not one of the officers i n the command could fathom. It was the afternoon of the next clay after the fight in the timber that the Sioux were in easy reach of Hermit's and :\;Iajor Melton not a mile b .ehind them. The range ran bokll y before. them. and the canon that cut it in twain. known as the Hermit's Pass, could be distinctly seen by the soldiers. All looked serene on the range, and the retreatingS i o u x began to fee l happy over the thought that they would soon lead their foes to death, for they had not a doubt but that their comrades, the sc \ cral bands ordered to assemble there and go into ambush, ,,ere on hand and a\Yaiting them . "Are Cody and hi s Pawnees there?" was the ques-tion asked by the officers and men. Surgeon Powell as .anxious, yet his face did not reYeal that fact. They had come to rescue the scout, Cody, and though they had saved the party from destruction, Buffal o Bill, for reason s known only to himself, had chosen to escape rescue, and had gone off with a s mall band of redskins to place in the power of still other Pawnees The secret of Buffalo Bill's alliance with the Pawnees, Surgeon Powell could neither fathom nor uuderstancl ; hut he \\ould patiently a wait the resuit. Nearer and nearer cir'ew the S:oux to the pass. and the soldiers kept close o n their traii. But, suddenly, while the redskin s were yet a mile away from the range, there was heard a loud volle y of rifles up in the pass, followed by the wi l d war cries of the Pawnees, and answered by the cries oi the Sioux, evidently taken by surprise. What did jt mean? What could it mean? The retreating Sioux come to a halt on the trail. for they \\'ere evidently surprised and astonished at what they heard. Into their midst a few shells \\ere thrown at' that moment, which set them in motion again toward the pass from came nov; \\'i!Je r yells and the rattle of r i fles. showing that '\ battle was being fought there. "\\That does it mean?" asked Major Yielton, in surprise. "It means, sir. that Cody and his Pawne8s are there attacking the Sioux placed there to ambush 11s: and. see! yonder come reinforcements for you. Major Melton, so rig-ht here must be fought a battle ,._ that the Sioux will never forget-Hie battle o f Her mit's Pass!" Surgeon Powell pointed back over the t r ai l to where, several miles away, vvere coming into v i ew the mounted infantry and the two more guns hastening to join in the fight. The Sioux, in spite of thdr numbers, hesitated as to what to do. They were in a trap, where they had intended t o entrap their foes. Their mortal enemies, the Pawnees, as they knew by their war cries. ,, ere at the pass, and to attack their bands must be in large force. On thei r trail came a very dangerous foe -the palefaces \Yith their "wheel guns"-an d coul d they have turned upon them and beaten down thei r h o r semen, not far off they beheld a force equally as large, coming on. and their vision revealed that they, too, carried "whcd guns.'' Jn their despair they \\'ere almost ready to stam pede, but their chief had a cool head, and he quickly orclerecl them on. The intention of the chief wa s to rush on to the aicl hands there in overwhelming the Pa\\'11ee;;, and. \\hen united, to turn and stand at bay to beat back the pa lefaces. The. stu1cl must be made there at the pass, fo r once the solc\iers broke through i t and stampeded them, the trail to their village was not suc h a long one. ancl there might be more soldiers following those they sa'"' \\-hen t h ey had left their \'illage in a dozen strong hands. \\ith the donhle intention of surprising the Pam1ees and the fort. they had suddenl y found the soldiers in the field against them. and now they ap pe ared fo lia\e their old enemies, the Pawnees, as t heir allies against them. Still more had the retreating Sioux to regre t, and that was the fact of their beingcut off from t hei r Yillag;e. fo r nnle ss they could get through the pass, they \Voulrl ha\'e to retreat along the base o f the range for many miles before another opening could he found to go through, and should the soldiers make a direct to th e ir stronghold, they could reach it ahe;ld of them .and find the few warriors there t o offer no defense. So the Sioux made a desperate dash for the pass, to rush through and mer the Pawnees. and their in tention was at once seen by Surgeon Powell and explained to :.fajor l\[clton, \\ho sent a courier back to hasten on the rt"inforcemcnts. and ordered the art i l lery to fire hotly into the Sioux ranks as soon as t hey could clash on to a p os ition ahead. As the shells l:ieg-an to burst in their midst. t h e Sioux \\'ere almost dri, cn to desperation, but still rode on toward the fight raging 111 the pass. But, ere they reached it, the \\ild yells of the t ri umphant Pa\\'11ees rose abO\-e the roar of the g-uns. I


22 THE BUFFAL O BILL STORIES. -..., and then came pouring out from the base of the mountain half-a-thousand horsemen, and many war riors on foot, driven into a hasty flight by the Pawnees, who victoriously held the Hermit's Pass. "See, major, Cody and hi s Pawnees have won, for that is paleface generalship, not redskin tactics, that has planned that blow and victory. "Now; press on, and you can clriYe the Sioux to doom!" cried Surgeon Powell, and, gaining pennis sion from Major Melton, he mo\ed o n \ vith the scout company, followed by Captain Emory and his two troops, while the rest of the command deployed to hem the Sioux in by a crescent of fire. which would ?e strengthened by the reinforcements then hastenmg on. "If Cody and his Pawnees-if it is Cod y-can only hold the pass, we can, as Powell says, drive the Sioux now to their doom." said Major f.1elton to the officers about him. "Cody is there, sir,'' excitedly cri ed a young officer, who had been long gazing intently through a fieidglass at the pass. "Do you see him?" asked half -a-dozen, in chorus. "Yes, I saw him ride out of the pass, and there are hundreds Of Paw nee horsemen about him. "Cody is mounted on a white horse, and i s placing his braves to resist the Sioux, while others a.re pressing those who have just been driven out of the pass ." Every eye was now at a ficldglass and turned upon the struggling red horsemen at the pass. Then came at once cry after cry: "I see him!" "Yes, it is Cody!" "Buffalo Bill is there!" "Bravo for Buffalo Bill!" "Now the Sioux are doom eel!" and as the news spread down the line the cry was taken up all along: "Buffalo Bill holds the pas s!" Then cheer after cheer went up from the soldiers, and back to. the major came a courier to report : "Surgeon Powell says that Buffalo Bill holds t he pass, sir, with a large band of Pawnees, so that you can drive the Sioux hard upon him." "And we will!" said the major, sternly, and the troopers were ordered to charge. the other two g uns, having come up, :rnd went jnto action, while the mounted infantry formed in line for a steady advance in crescent shape. upon the range. Encouraged by the coming of their comrades, the Sioux; driven frorn the pass, turned about, and the whole mass with wild yells, and firing rifles and ar rows, made a desperate rush to break through the pass. But they were met there by a force of Pawnees under their white leader, whom they could not drive from their. posts. It is true they hurled them back into the narrow pass, but Surgeon Powell called out: "See! it was a ruse, Cody's trap, for 'there they com e back again." It was true, the Sioux had recoiled from some un looked-for danger they came upon in the pass, and,, wheeling to the right, in solid force, they began a retreat along the base of the mountain, leaving their dead and wounded behind them. CHAPTER XII. THE HERO. As the Sioux started in rapid retreat there filed out of the pass half-a-thousand Pawnee braves, "'''Nell mounted and armed. and they began to press their flying foes hard, while Buffalo Bill, mounted upon a splend id white horse, his snowy hide stained with seve ral slight arrow wounds, rode at a gallop to spot where Major had halted and was establishing a temporary camp. Cody, I welcome you gladly, for you are the hero of the pass, "the man who won the fight!" cried the maj or, warmly" grasping the hand of the scout, who modestly replied: "Thanks. major, but I had about five hundred fighting Pawnee braves to help me hold the Sioux in check, while you gaYe them a terrible whippingwhy, one shel l killed five of them, and their loss is in warriors an d ponies, and they'll never forget this lesson." "But ha1e you turned Pawnee, Cody, for you are fighting -.-ith redskins now making it a case of dog cat clog?" Buffalo B ill laughed and replied: "Ko, major. I have not turned redskin, but I am to say, by a lucky t e nstrike of mine, I got the. Pawnees as our allies. "The story is too long to tell now, but the Pawnees arc our red brothers. and as your men must be dead beat from their hard work. and the horses, too, may I suggest that you recall them, as the Pawnees will push the Sioux until they cross the range?" ''I'll do it, for my men and horses are used up, but who \\"Ould not be '"'.iiling to gain such a victory?" The order \Yas giYen to r ecal l the pursuit, and then :'..\rfelton asked: "But ho,,-clicl :ou hold that Cody?" 'I sent to the Pa\vnee village, sir, as I felt confident that the Sioux would retreat by this pass, and asked for a couple of lmncjrecl braves for Chief Sioux Killer, who wa s with me. escorting a party of white men, \Yhom we had set free from the Indians, to the fort. "They .sent me five hundred braves, and it was well that they did. for the Sioux h ad other bands there: but we fir s t on the field. and came by the trail on the summit of the ridge, for I met the Pawnees twenty miles from here.


THE BU ff ALO BILL STORIES 2 3 "Vi/ e lay in ambush, seriding our horses around by the slope, and so were hidden on the ridg e, while the Sioux bands, coming up, w ent into ambus h in the pass. 'When I savv you coming and driving the Sioux before you, I decided to attack thos e in the p a s s b e fore they \Vere joined by their comrades, and the fir s t theyknew of our being upon the rid g e was a shower of rocks, arrows and bullets. 'Of cours e we stampeded them, and driving them out Qf the ridge, we brought our hors es up a n d kept up the fight, fa lling b ack when they m a de their grand ''But I had l e ft pl enty of Pawnees on the cliff s wi t h rock ammunit i o n in abundance and, retreating be fore them, we led them into the trap, and they did not face the mus ic longbef ore they Heel, and again w e charged them. 'With you hemming them in, sir, you won the batt-le very quickly." "You are the hero, Cody, as I said and s uch shall b e my report; but what reel s kins are those approach ing-now? "Thos e a r e m y r eel rop ers, sir, t h e b a n d of the chief. Sioux Kille r. "They thro\v a l ariat as well a s a Texas cowbo y. r i de like Comanches, and the b and are fifty strong le ss than 1 lost to-day, and the y go b ack to the fort t ih me to ente r the service of the government, if it \\'ill accept them. as Pavvne e scouts. and with them and m y o wn scouts, Colonel {o.Iarkham n eed have no mor e dread of t h e Sio u x su r p r is ing the for t and settkments." ''And will they now ally t h e m se l ves with the h ated palefaces? "\Vhat have you b e e n g uilty of to win them over, Cody?" The l o ve of the Sioux sca lp s ha s clo ne i t sir, for, s ee they a r e we ll su pplied and a s t h e Pawnee horsemen halted n ea r the c amp, Buffa lo B ill pointed to the gory troph ie s that hung to their b elts. "I mus t h ear the stor; of it all some time, Cody but now present your a ide-de-cam p C hi e f Sioux Yil ler 1 belie ve v o u c all h im." a nd Buff a l o Bill calle d t o young to approach He did so wi t h quie t dignity, a n d B uffalo Bi l l sai d : 'I wis h my Pawnee brothe r. thief S io u x Kille r. to know the chief of the pal e fac e warrio rs for he is hi s friend ., "Yes my gallant P a m1e c ca p ta in I am g lad to know you, for you ha,c clon e g r eat s ervic e to-clay. and from the looks of your stri n g 0f scalps you doubtless de serv e your n ame o f Kill er." a n d th e major off ered hi s hand, at t h e same t ime taki n g hi s revolver from his bel t and g ivin g i t t o t h e young c hief. t o w hom Buff a l o Bill i nterpreted hi s words. Sioux Killer \YaS

2f THE BUFF ALO BILL S TORIE S. of them down with his saber, and shooting the. other with his revolver, winning a cheer from the who.le troop and compliments from Oscar Emory, his cap-t ain. That he had been well educated all who came i n contact with him knew, and a tall, splendidly-formed man, with a handsome, striking face, he was a beau icleal soldier, so that universal regret was felt at his unknown fate. Buffalo Bill said, after hearing he was missing: "I would like to take my scouts and the Pawnees, Major Melton, and see if I can capture some Sioux. "No, Cody; you have caused anxiety enough of late, without allowing you to escape again, and I am determined that Colonel Markham shall see that we caught you,. resctied yon or ran you clown, whatever was the way of our getting you, and so I shall send you with an open 'letter to the fort reporting the battle, and allowing you to give full particulars of the affair." Buffalo Bill's face flushed at this, for he knew that he had been selected 2.S the one to carry the news to the fort as a mark of distinguished honor, especially as he was to tell the story himself. So he rai sed his broad sombrero, and said, with feeling: "I thank you, Major Melton, for the honor you bestow upon me, sir; but I could pick out many of ficers and men who deserve the h onor, surely." "I shall not deny that, Cody. in the face of what I saw, 'but I have decided that you shal l go, so if you are not too much fatigued, you can within the hour, and I shall have the letter ready for you!'' "May I take Sioux Killer and his red ropers with me, sir, as I wish the colonel to meet them and know that they are our allie s?" "Take them with you, Cody, by all means ; only sure and show yourself in approaching the fort, so a:; not to get a shell sent into your midst, for all are on the alert there now for the reds kins." Buffalo Bill laugheJ, anci replied that he would be careful to show himself or a flag of truc;:e,, and the major asked: "Now, about the remaining Paw nee s When they return from their scalp-chase?'' "Surgeon Powell will meet them, and he soeaks Pawnee well, and it would be well i f t h ey returned with you to the fort, for it would h a v e a good effect, and camping there a few days would show them that we are their friends, not their foes when we bury the tomahawk." "You are right, Cody; so bequeath your red allies to Powell in your absence," answered the major. CHAPTER XIII. SINGIN G Brno's LETTER. Buffalo Bill started on his ride to the fort, accom panied by Chief Sioux Killer and his braves, all seemingly much pleased at being able to escort the great scout to the stronghold of the paleface warriors, and which they had so often-longed to enter, scalpingknife in hand. Buff a lo Bill rode his splendid white horse, a p r esent to him from Sioux Killer, for the animal was but slightly wounded, and he set off afte> an early supper, intending to go some distance before camping. a ncl by a n early start, reach the timber where the reserve was camped by breakfast the next morning. It was late at night when he encamped, 'and, with but one brav e on guard, he and the others were soon fast a s leep. Ent they were up before dawn, and they rode into the timber just about breakfast time. The officer in charge had seen them coming, and gotten ready to greet hostiles, but then the scout was seen in the ir midst. "\i\T ell, Cody, what hews from the front?" called out Captain Gray, the commanding officer, as Buffalo Bill rode up "A perfect victory, sir for Major Melton, ending in a stampe de for the Sioux, and very heavy losses for the m, though we su ffered ais6. "I am just carrying the news to Colonel Markham, s ir \ 1 \iith those Paw nees accompa n ying you. I hardly kne\\' \\'h ether y o u h acl captured the whole outfit, or \\ere t h ei r p r i soner, Cody." ":-Jo. sir: the y a r c my P awnee sc outs, and did s p lendid w o r k in the fight; hut I must ask your hos Captai n Gray, for bre;:ddas t f e r them, and s u pplies t o g o o n our \Vay t o the fort." C ert a i n l y t hey s hall h e fiiled to the muzz le, while you breakfast \ \ i t h n '1e. ancl t ell me the story of the fight. a nd I'll order t he s u p pli e s gotten ready for you. "Thank you, sir." "The n, too, I have a let t e r here for you, Cody." A Jetter for me. sir-fro m the fort?" "Oh. no; from a decidedly pretty girl -your captive who wa s known as Singing Bird." "\V hy should she \Hite to me, sir, and through you ? "She ha s gone, vou know." "The girl has gone. sir?'' "She certainly has." "But how and wh e;-e, Captain Gray?" 'Night b e fore last she too k French lea\'e and left this note for you fastene d upon the tree where she had spread her blanket.. "This is remarkable "Yes, and I could find no reason for her going,


THE BUFF A LO BILL STO RIES. a nd questione d every one about it; but she had slipped q uietly away, taking her own horse, which they say was a fine one, her father's rifle, and some provisions sent in the camp for the captives. "I will get t h e letter for you." The captain went to his camping-place with Buf falo Bill. and from his ca s e took a letter and handed it to Bill, saying: "It is official, you see." "Yes, she doubtless got the envelope from some one." "Yes; from the adjutant, and she writes a beautiful hand." The letter was addressed in a feminine hand to: W. F. CODY-"BUFFALO BILL," CHIEF OF SCOUTS. It was marked "Personal," and upon it vvas vvrit ten: The finder will giv e to the commanding officer for d elivery Buffalo Bill broke open the envelope and read as follows: DEArr MR. CooY :-Do not consider it ingratitude in me, after rescuing my father and myself from capti,ity among the Pa\v nee:;. that I refuse to accept my freedom, gained, at suc h g r eat risk to yon. l told you that I was half Indian,. so long ha1e I b ee n a cap tive. and n o w that my poor father lies in hi s grave I would have no one to care for me among the palefaces. my 9wn race, for l know of no kindred or friends that I could call up on, and 1 will not be a burden to any one Though growing up among the wi l d Indians, my father

26 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. ,i;ial honor to you, for services rendered, anJ I congratulate you, indeed, and shall be glad to hear all that you have to say, which I hope is nothing of a disastrous nature to our brave boys in the field." "On the contrary, sir, let me say that I have the best news to communicate of a grand victory, won by Major Melton, and a lso a story of importance to make known of an alliance I was able to make with Chief Sie>ux Killer, the great head of the Pawnees, ;which him and his people our friends." "Bravo, Cody, for that is of immense value to us, but it is just what I expected of you, and of Surgeon Powell, too, for somehow you work together vvith rwonderful cleverness an

A hot finish, boys! The contest has closed with a rush of lette1s that nearly car ri ed the editor off his feet. This contest has closed, but a new one will soon open. Watch for next week's issue, boys, it will contain our new prize offer. We've got something new for you-our best offer yet. You know how good that must b e. A big su r prise for you in next we e k's BUFFALO BILL! Here are a few good ones. l\n Encounter with a Bear. (By Russel Dyer, R. I.) I was spending the summer in New Hampshire about two years ago. While there I became acquainted with a boy about my size. '!'here a l'e a lot of spruce treeR ther e. My playmate said he would like some gum, so I said I would go with him to get it. We hustled around and got the necessary tools. We at last got started and soon reached a sugar house, where we found a ladder. Then we hunted for a tree. Then we put up the ladder ngainst the tree. My companion found another tree. Soon after I heard a rustling of leaves, but did not think anythin g of that. I soon heard a peculiar grunt, and turning around saw a bear-a big one, too. I jumped down and yeiled to the other fellow, who was a little ways off. We ran a s we never did before. We ran to a fence near by. This was a barbed wire fence. We climbed through and ran on, not daring to look back. 'When I did look I saw the bear t r yi n g to get through the fence. I\ Perilous Pony Ride. (By F. B. Becton, N. C.) On or abou t the 29th o f January, 1900, I was called from my home by a telegram stating t hat my father was very ill and expected to die at any moment, on his farm neat Cotton Plant, Ark. I had but one hour to get ready. My aunt was to accompany me. We had just time to catch the train for Goldsboro, where we got a through ticke{} to Brinkley, Ark. In due time we arrived at that place. It was about t"o o'clock in the morning. We had to li e ovel' until six o'clock. At last the train arrived, an

;.\ 28 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. i nstant I found m yself in the wat e r struggling fo r life All of a sudden I clutched something and i t proved to b e a soar and to this I clung for dear life. I clung to the spar for some time, and t h e n I lo s t conscious ness and knew nothing more ti11 I ope n e d m y eyes and saw a crowd of sailors and some offi cers standing ove r me. I had been picked up by a coasting steame r b ound for Boston. When I arrived in Boston I made a vow t hnt I would neve 1 go to sea again. A Tough Time at Cedar Lake. (By Lot1is Stein, Chicago, Ill.) Wh e n I was six years old I li v ed in the city of Chi cago, and one day my parents propose d taking a trip to Ced a r L ake, Indiana, where my uncle lfred. W e ll, we w e re all glad to g o s o a wee k l a t e r found u s a t Cedar Lake enjoying the. fresh air anJ high land. N o swa m p ash is u s e d in m a king the se bats. Absoluto!y 1hc beSI b>t made Tf!N BOYS WHO SE N D US THE NEX' f B EST ANEC DOTES will m h re c eive n Spaldiug L o n g D i stlnce' Megaph one. Made o f flrc::board. ca03ble of carrying the sound of a human v o ice One mUe, and i n some i ns tances two mi l es. Mor e fun .:l b :tr rel of monkeys. 'i' O BECOME A CON TE1>TANT r'OR TllE S U PRIZES cutm1t the Anecdote C on test pri n t ed h e rewith, till it o u 1 p r operly an d send it t o BUFFALO B I L L WEEKL Y care of S1r c e t & S mith. 2'8 Willi a m S t., New Y o r k Chy. with your anec d ote. No anecdote will be considere d th.:it dol!S not bave t hi s coupon accompany i ng 11. C oupon Buffa l o Bill Weekly Anecdote Contest PP.IZC COflli'E:ST NO. S. D a te . . . . .................... : Name .... ... .... ....... ........ City or Town .... : . . . . . .. ........ . .... State ... ...... .................. Titie of A n ecdote ........ . ................


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 29 down, as I supposed, to the first step to ascertain the cause of the c1y. But I had miscalculated, and stepped off the step to the platform with m y b ack the 'lrny the train going swiftly. I was stunned from the fall, and on getting my reasoning back found myself betwf\en the track and the platform. I Jay quiet until the trail! went by then got up and went to the beach after all. Adventure with a Mad Dog. (By Walter Remery, R. I.) One day when my brother and I were playfog baseball in the yard belonging to ottr house, I was startled to bear my brother cry: "What's the matter with Danger?" Da,nger was out bulldog. He was a powerful fellow, weigh itig about fot'ty-fi ve pounds, and 't\'lU; nenl'ly two feet tall. From the time we bought him until a short time ago, he bad always been a good-natured and plnyfttl aninrnl, but recently he had grown ugly, and would grnwl and snap if any one went nenr him. 'fhis day I, knowing how ugly he had grown to he, vas greatly terrified by my btother's exclamation and turned to see what \\'HS the matter. There wa s good c:rnse for alarm. Danger was running a round with froth flying from his mouth and snapping and snarlini: at the bushes and grass as h e p assed. I took in the situation at a glance. The dog was mad. I had no sooner thought of this the dog, seeming to perceive for the first time my brother, who wus only seven years old, dashed at him with open jaw1:1. For an instant I was st.tmned. Then, Hfter shouting to my brother to run fol' the house. I seized the baseball bat with which we had been playing, and sprang between Dick, my brother, antl the maddened brute, who then made for me. When h e got within lhe feet of me he spi'ang at my throat, but I sprang to one side and struck him a glancing blow on the head with the bat, which seemed to partly stun him. ,_, Then before he r ecovere d himself, I struck him with all my strength between the eyes with the heavy bat, and after a few feeble he straightened out and died. From that time our parents would not hear of us bringing a dog near the house, much to our sonow. Two Days On an (By Eddie Bartold, Mo.) As I was visiting my uncle in Alaska last summer, when the weather was warm I got acquainted with the coast and sea side. Once when my parents went visiting I took a walk down to the The day was bright but windy, so I was quite eager for an adventure. I espied a ilshernrnn's boat lying on shore. Thinking I might take a little sail, I jumped in, put up the sails and started off. I had n few crackers and cakes and began eating, but my 'speed increased and befol'e one hour I w ns out of sight of land. Seeing what I thought was sure death, I began crying, shouting and screaming, but no help wa s found. In the dista11ce I snw several islands. This gave me hope. Soon reaching these, I thought of home, pnrents and friends, but I picked up hope and sought for shelter. I built a hut of leaves and branches. I went to b e d httng ry, thirsty and wet. The nex:t moming it rained, and no one can imagine the feeling it gave me. But what wa s to be done, for I was hungry? Walking around, I found some seabi!'ds on their eggs. Quickly chasing them, I took the eggs and mnnnged to light a tire with a few wet matches. This same lhing happened for two days. On the third morning I beheld some sails. Wild 'with joy, I signaled, danced, halloed and everything, just to bring them near me. In a few minutes I was in a boat and soon I reached hoine. My parents hr.cl given me up for lost. I was in rags, and sick for a week after. 'l'his was a small adventure, but I won't be too foolish again. This happened at Azore. with interest and appreciation the wonderful Career of UFF Buffalo Bill LO ILL (CoL. II noted author, daring, best guide, and the greatest horseman ever known F. CODY) Thousands have admired, and the people of the whole world will continue to admire the King of Scouts. whqse rema1 kable eJthibitions of his amazing skill with rifle and J:evolver are given in his popular "'\..VILD WEST SHOW1t Our boys delight in him, and the best stories of his life and exploits are to he found only in the BILL WEEKL l, the one publication authorized by him which contains the only t:ue and authentic accounts of the wild and thrilHng adven tures of the veat plainsman. Street & Smith are the only publish e!'S authorized by Col. Cody himself to publish stories of his life.


l BOYHOODS OF FAMOUS IV1EN. This department contains each week the story of the early career of some celebrated American. Watch for these stories and read them, boys. They are of the most fascinating interest. Those already published are: No. J-Buffalo Bill; No. 2-Kit Carson; 3-Texas Jack; No. 4-Col. Daniel Boone; Nos. 5 and 6-David Crockett; No. 7-General Sam Houston; Nos. 8 and 9-Lewis Wetzel; Nos. 10 and J.t-Capt. John Smith; No. J2-Wild Bill; No. J3-Dr. Frank Powell, the Surgeon Scout; No. J4--Bucksk.in Sam; No. JSSeneca Adams ("Old Grizzly" Adams); No. !6-Pony Bob (Bob Haslam); No. John M. Burke (Arizona Jack ) ; No. rn-K.it Carson, Jr.; No. J9-Charles Emmett ( Dashing Charlie ) ; No. 20-Alf Slade; No. 21-Arizona Charlie ( Charlie Meadows); No. 22-Ydlow Hair, the White Boy Chief (William Bu1gess); No. 23-Broncho Billy (William Powell ) ; No. 24-Sqt:iaw-Man Jack (John No. 25-Major Lamar Fontaine (the Sharpshooter King); No. 26-Buck Taylor (King of the Cowboys ) ; No. 27-Bruin Adams (J, F. C. Adams). No. 28-e1\LIF0RNl1\ J0E. The real name of the great borderman known to fame as "California Joe" was not known to the public, if to any of his intimates. Buffalo Bill knew him as well, if not better, than any other mau, and he would not vouch for it. Whe.ther Joe had a reason for not giving his boyhood's name 1s also a mystery ; but those who knew him best would not admit that such was the case. I+. was the belief of a few intimates of the old frapper scout that a love affair in his early life that wrecked his happiness, caused him to leave home and friends and seek to exile himself in the wilderness, far from all who had ever known him, his hopes or his sorrows. That he had been well educated in his younger days he betrayed now and then, and there were those who said that he spoke well both English and French, while he seemed to understand all about ships. He gave people the idea that be bad traveled much. There were others who asserted that he was a French Canadian, but whether born in the United States, Canada or abroad he would not tell. His face showed that a shadow settled upon his life. He wore a long beard, his hair f ell below his shoulders, and b is eyes were as bright and piercing when animated as_ ever shone in a man's head. His face in repose was sad, and his eyes then had a faraway look, as though he were looking back into the past. His features were good, but thel"e was a stern look hovering about his mouth that appeared brought ther e by a long and silent fight with himself. Always neat about bis person, he affected indifference and dressed like an out-and-out "old man of the mountains." Ever silent, until ca11ed into conversation by circumstances, he then spoke in the border dialect whol}y, ex,cept 'When feeling deep11, he woul<;t break o_ut into good Engl. i sh,,but quickly correct himself, agam resurnrng the border manne:lof speech. What had brought him West no one knew. Some said he was a gold bunte r, others that be was a fugitive from justice, and yet all assertions were uncontradicted by him. He did not care for the money bis beaver skins brought him. As a trapper, be refused rewal'ds earned for killing men upon whose head a price was set and until lhe last he remained a mystery, dying at last in a frontier settlement with sealed lips. 'rhe first seen of him was when he was met by_ some scouts and took them to his cabin. It was a cozy piace, and he was a hospitable host, but somehow there was, the appearance about that a woman had dwelt there. Asked if such was fhe case, be said, simply: "There were a woman-a half-breed Injun squaw whose life I saved; but she was killed by a party of Sioux one day, and her grave is l'ight outsiYas a trapper, and said that. he had beaver and other. good pelts enough to load half-a-dozen pack horst:s, and 1f the scouts would send animals from the fort after them he would "be dooly obleeged," and get bis pay for them some day when he happened that way. If the scouts bad any idea at first that he might be a renegade, friendly with the Indians, this was dispelled the next morning when they saw tacked over his door a long ro:11 of scalps. "You'Ye got your share, old man," said a scout, pointing to the scalps. "Not yet, not yet," he said, sadl y and this caused the belief that he had a wrong to avenge. But more he would not say, save: "I've got a buryin' ground back of ther cabin-it's right all us ter bury humans, if they do be At the time the scouts happened upon htm he was about fort.v years of age, his hair and beard streaked with gray. His weapons were all of a pattern out of date, but seemed to sttit him, and h e could send a ceuter shot with rifle or revoher as, far as the bullet "ould go. 'l'he scouts left the isolated home, much impressed 1Yith Cali fornia Joe, but were not asked to call often. In due time they returned with the pack animals, and impressed "ith their story of the man, an officer of the fort ac cornpani.ed them a nd was well received. But the officer coul d learn nothing of the man, and interested d eeply in him, asked him to visit him at the fort, saying that he would take special cnre to see that he got the best prices for his pelts and keep the money for him. "I'll come day," he said, end w:wed his hand in fare well. Months passed, and t.he trapper h n d not appeared at the fort, and the next time the officer met him wa s ou the Overland Trail to the military post. 'The officer was lieutenant then, now Colonel Frank D Baldwin, serving at p1esent with distinction in the Philippines. He was a passenger on the Ovel'land coach, on the way to the fort, having gone on a special mission to another post to get a large sum of Government money from a paymaster who had been taken seriously ill. He was alone in the coach wheu suddenly lhere came a shot, the driver fell from the box, the team came to a halt and a man appeared at each door \Yith n revolver leveled. One of the outlaws dropped de ad, for in spi t e of the odds Lieutenant Baldwin fired, to defend the treasure in his care. The other outlaw would lrnYc fired at the bold officer, but for a shot at a distance and a bullet piercing his brain.


I THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 31 Then were heard other shots, nnd when the officer leaped from the coach, he saw California Joe. "We got 'em all, for thar was 1:iut three of 'em-...:.... Why, I is glad ter see yer, loot'nent: hopes yer hain't hurted." "Not in the least, my good man, but the driYer is dead. "You are the trapper, California Joe. You have saved my life and a big lot of Government money." "I'm Joe, "I saw.them fellers layin' in ambush, so I went inter bidin' ter thwart1 ther leetle game-I wish I cud hev saved ther driver." "Poor fellow! But no man could do more than you did." "Didn't think they\\ ere oooin' ter kill therdriYer er I'd hev shot fust.'' "Well, will you go on to the fort with me?" "Guess so, as I were lopin' thet way. "I'll drive ther old bus' and give thcr bodies a free ride." The bodies were plnced in the coach, Lieutenant Baldwin mounted to the box with California Joe, who took the reins and showed that he had handled six-iu-hands before. At sunset they reached the fort a trifle Rhead of time, in .spite of the tragic halt, and Lieutenant Baldwin took California Joe at once with him to headquarters to meet General Carr. "My man, you ha Ye done nobly, nnd saved the Government sixty thousand dollars, -so we stand indebted to yon for our three month's pay. "What i s yonr n ame?" "California .Toe." "No other?" "Thet's enough for me, gineral." "Well, I'd like to have you here as a post scout, so the position is open to you." "Too crowded here fer me, thank yer, gineral; but I'll scout fer yer, an' ef I finds any news you wants ter know, I'll come in with it." "Good! you shall go on tlie books at occe at sixty dollars a month and rations and hol'Se." "Won't take pay-my pelts will give me all I wants, and I hain't got need for more or money. "I'll take a boss, in case I might want to come in a hurry sometime, nnd I thinks the' time is comin' when ther reds is goin' ter give yer trouble." "A remarkable man, Baldwin, but a squai-c one. "I wish we knew something about him." "Yes, general, but his lips are sealed for reasons of his own." SeYeral days Califovnin Joe remained at the fort, seemingly pleased with the parades, drills, music and takin)?; a particular liking to Lieutenant who became more and more interestecl in the mysterious man. Paid for his pelts, California Joe bought the supplies he 1;eeded and asked the balance of the money to be kept for him. "There is no charge-general ordere d you to be given all you need." "It can't be." "General's orders, unrl they go here." Straight to the general went Californh Joe, and argument i; d urging were in vain. "Yer has no claim ter feed me, g;ueral, and I won't hev it." "All rigbt, California ,Joe, lrnt you will accept from me and Lieutenant Bald,Yin here this ntw repeating pair of revolvers nnd bo" ie, all of the latest pattern." "My rifle's a good one, gineral, and--" "Shoots lrnt once, while this one is n Win chester." '"Take it. back you, Pnnl J o e, nnd if ynu don't like i t yon can return it to.me," said Lieuten:\nt TiaJd,;in Thb he was pt!rsuadecl to do, and General Carr said: "And, Joe, m y wife has gotten some blankets and n few or.her things, not bought nt the sutler's, and it w i ll hur t lier deenly if them." I never uttered a word, or rlid an ad i n my life to hurt a woman-I will take them and thnnk her." He had suddenly forg-otten hi:nself, it seemed, Hlld Lientc11-Dnlcl win n otice d that hz spoke without the b onie< dialect. The the gelY!r:tl. '11111 net of his wift.:, fo ha1 e touched some tender chord in the man's he:ut. So Californin Joe left the fon. leadinl' the pack horse, well lndc:1, ta i!uou;;;:1 t'.1c long, had "inter done. Early in the spring he appenrecl at the fort ngain and for a long time was Closeted with the general. He came to report that the Sioux; were rising in force fo1 a blow at the forts as soon as the grass began to grow. "I'll wntch 'em. gineral, ancl report, only yer had better send some scouts 1.er camp nearer ter me, so I can go ter them." Lieutenant Baldwin-himself went in command of these scouts, n dozen in number, aud the fort began to prepare for trouble. "I likes yer rifle prime, loot'uent, an' it sure kills, both game an' Injuns. "An' them things ther gineral's wife give me jest kept me warm as a cat before n fire," he snid, as he \Yent back to his cabin, riding by the side of the office r, who had seen to it that the sutler had well fill e d bis pack saddle, and, for fear of need or accident he had been urged to 1.ake another horse along. A week after he parted with him Lieutenant Baldwin saw California Joe ride into his scout camp and he reported that fully a thottsancl warriors were mounted and on the way to surpdse the fort, going on a trail that he explained. Back to the fort went the lieutenant H1Hi his scouts, nnd within three cfays tlfe attack wns made, aud well prepared for it, the garrison gave the Sioux a terrible defeat. As CR1ifornin Joe did not appear agnin at the fort that fall, Lieutenant Bal cl ,,in, with a force, went to his en bin, for it was feared tlrnt the Indinns had killed hitn. All there showed that be had carefully packed up and l eft, cloubtless early in the fall, and the ne.xt heard of him, over a year after, was that be sent in a repo1t to another post that he had been up into the Big Horn Basin and found there the bones of a massacred patty of g old hunters who had pene trated there. Later California Joe appeared upon the Overland Pony Exptess Trai1 and saved the life of Buffalo Bill, then a pony rider, by killi11g a couple of outlaws who were in ambush to kilt him. 1'hat was Buffalo Bill's first meeting wit.h the old trapper, and afterward they wei'e devoted friends. Reporting the hostile movements of Indians to a post, sav ing a stage coach from road-agents, and often doing deeds of heroism and even ad<'ling to his long string of scalps, kept Califomja Joe bef9re the people and military of the far West, until at last his call came to cross the Great Divide. My Adventure en a Bicycle. (By Clyde Smit.b, Ala.) It was on a fine day 1.hHt I thought I take a long ride on my wheel, so I started out, and I was going ton little tlace four miles from my home, and I rocle very fast because was late going. I atrived at the place not long after I got off ad bought some ice cream and cake; then I pla1ec1 a while and then got on my wheel and rode off, but c1ossing a railroad my hiud tire slipped and I fell off and my hencl hit the rail ancl stunned me. I jttrupcd cin again, and started on my wa;v home. I was riding rnther. fast going down a smnll hill, and my hat b l ew off nn d I wnnted to stop, so I slnck my foot in thefront wheel nnd I happc:ne

BILL STORIES (I..ARGE SIZE.) i j Containing the Only Stories Authorized by Hon. WILLIAM F. CODY ("Buffalo Bill'). I i 23-Buffalo Bill on the Trail of the Renegades; or, The Masked Marauders. 24-Buffalo Bill's Lone Hand; or, Fighting Bandits and Redskins. 25-Buffalo Bill's Warning; or, Malo, the Mexican's Death Deal. 26-Buffalo Bill and the Prairie Whirlwind; or, The Three Avengers. 27-Buffalo Bill Entra.pped; or, The Phantom of the Storm. 28-Etuffalo Bill in the Den of the Ranger Chief; or, One Chance in a Thousand. 29-Buffalo Bill's Tussle with Iron Arm, the Renegade; or, Red Snake, the Pawnee Pard. 30-Buffalo Bill on the Roost Trail; or, The Redskin Heiress. 31-Buffalo Bill's Peril; or, Going It Alone in Dead Man9s Gulch. 32-Buffalo Bill in Massacre Vallev; or, The Search for the Missing Ranger. 33-Buffalo Bill in the Hidden Retreat; or, The Captives of Old Bear Claws. 34-Buffalo Bill's Disappearance; or, The Stranger Guide of the Rio Grande. 35-Buffalo Bill's Mission; or, The Haunt of the Lone !'edicine Man. 36-Buffalo Bill and the Woman in B lack; or, In League with the TolleTakers. 37-Buffalo Bill and the Haunted Ranch; or, Disappearance of the Ranchman's Daughter. 38-Buffalo BiH and the Danite l

The World-Renowned I Buffalo Bill (HON. WM: F CODY) ) One of his latest photos by Sta cy Buffalo Bill Stories -, is the only publication authI orized by HoN. WM. F. Cooy I l WE were the publishers of the first story ever writ ten of the famous and world renowned Buffalo Bill, the great hero whose life has been one suc,cession of and thril ling incide nts combined with 1 grea t successes and accomplish ments all of which will be told in a series of grand stories which we are now placing be.. ;, fore S-he .. American Boys. The popLffarity they have alre l.J obtained shows what the boy_ s w a nt and is very gratifying to the publishers. STREET & SMITH PUBLISHERS


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