Buffalo Bill's boy pard, or, Training the buckskin boy

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Issud Weekly. By Subscription $2.JO per year. Entered as Second Class Matter at New York Post Office by SrREET & SMITH, William St., .h. Y. No. 52. "ALL I LOVED, !U.DLY.'RKPLIED THE BOY IN BUCKSKIN. Price, Five Cents.


Isnu Weeily. By S11hscn-Ptibti lz.so Jn" yer. Entw1d as Second Class Mattw ill 11.e N. Y. PtJst Office by STREET & SMITH, Z.J8 St. N. Y Etctere accorliinr to Act of Omrress in Ille year I902, in the Offic of flu Librarian of Cott!fTtss, Waslzing1on, D C No. 52. NEW YORK, May 10, 190.2. Price Five Cents. BUff!LO BILL'S BOY PARO: OR, Training Buckskin Boy.By .the author of "BUFFALO BILL" CHAPTER I. THE SHOT FROM AMBUSH. "You will kill him?" "For ther money I says must be ther price for ther work. " I shall pay you when I hav e proof that he is dead b y your hand." \i\fhat has yer ter gain by it Monte?" "That is none of your business-I w ant him out of the way and pay you to do the work. "Af eered ter tackle him yerself ?" I fear no m an; but I fear the ri s k of being found out. "You kill him, and I will pay you for it." "All right." "He starts on a scout this afternoon and will camp at Padre's Rock, for I heard him say so, ana that will be your chance." "I'll not miss it, fer I could not git a better place ter corral him with no danger ter myself and I know wh a t he is, you bet!" "Go about it your own way and have no miss, for--" "Yer better believe I hain't gain' ter have no miss, f e r I knows my game too well." "Do the work and come to me with proof of his death, and your money is ready." "Ther price o blood-ther killin' of a man what never harmed me; it' s dirty work, but I needs ther money fer a special object, an I'll git it by foul if I can't by fair." "You and your conscience settle that; only do the


2 T HE BUFF /\LO BILL STORIES. job, anLl do !t thoroughly," and the man addressed as '.\Ionte walked away toward his quarters in the frontier fort; the one who had sold himself as an assassin mounted his horse and rode off alone across th e prairie in the opposite direction from Padre's Rock, distant from the fort about twenty miles. It was nearing the sunset hour, some hours later i n the same dav, when a horseman rode from the . prairie into the foothills of a lofty range, and made his way toward Padre's Rock to a camping p}ace for the night. The horseman was Buffalo Bill chief of s _couts at rhe fort. Splendidly mounted, fully armed, and as handson1e a specimen of as one would care to see, he approa hed the Padre's Rock cautiously, for, though it was an ideal camping-place, it was also a good spot for an ambush. Suddenly, from a thieket among the rocks, came a red a report, and Buffalo Bilt swung back in his saddle as though hit. But almost instantiy he had clram1 a revolver and fired at the spot where hi s qtiick eye had seen the flash. A man sprang to hi s fee t and rolled over the rock that had shielded him, lying motionless. Tbe scout rode on slowly, glancing at the still form with the air of one who felt that there was no need It was Monte, the one who had ploUed the death of the scout. He bitterly cursed the_ wounde9 man, adding: "I was afraid you might go back on your pledge, so followed; but he's killed you, that is certain, and you shall have your money, and more, along with re Yenge if you will do as I you." "I'll do it." ''You may live a day or two, but you are finished. "I 'shall go to the fort for a surgeon and an am-bulance, and you S\Year to what I tell you and I'll be liberal. "I'll do it, for I wa1H money for my child. Bad as I am, I have a good and beautiful daughter at a boarding-school. ancl she does not know me as I am.'' "I will care for her, if you do as I tdll you, and say that Cody planned to murder you.'' "I'll do it!" and the words were firmly uttered. Then Monte leaped into the saddle and sent his splendid horse racing back to the fort, to further carry out hi s plan against Buffalo Bill. CHAPTER II. T H E B 0 Y \V .\ I F Buffalo Bill sought another camp that night, and when he clismountecl and unbuckled his arms, he gazed long a nd curiously

BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 3 clump of timber-a prairie island-and it was evi dent that he was making his way there to encamp for the night. As the new moon cast its light upon him the face and form of Buffalo Bill were rendered distinctly visi ble Suddenl y he drew rein, for his quick ears caught a sound in the distance. "They are wolves, and they have run down some game, or are snar ling over some dead body," he muttered. Again he his onward ay, to draw rein once more and listen attentively. Distinctly upon the n ight air rose the notes of a b u gle, stilling the howl ing of t h e wo l v e s i n the tim ber, as though charmin g them into silence. A few stirring blasts were given, and then in soft cadence, clear and sympathetic, was begun the fam iliar strains of that never-to-be-forgotten melody, "Home, Sweet Home." "There is a squad of ca\ alry encamped in the tim ber, but I knew not that there was a party away from the fort," said the SCQttt to him self, as he rode on. There now became visible one camp fire, and it was not blazing very brightly; but then the night was warm. From one melody into another floated the strains of the bugle, and all were played in such a tone of sympathy, and in such a masterly manner that the scout said aloud: ''.I wonder who it can be, for no one at the fort plays like that." Riding slowly that he might not lose the strains, it was some time before he came up to the timber. To h i s_.surpri se, no sentineJ h1ack, and bis was worn long, falling upon his shoulders. In .the background were several wagons, and here and there lay a human body, which showed that some tragic scene had been enacted there, and that it 1vas indeed, as the youth had said; ''.Death's Camp." from the saddle, the scout advanced to-ward the youth, while he said, quickly: ,"My God! what has happened here, my boy?"_ 0''A massacre, sir." ,"A massacre of whom and by whom?" "All I loved sir, were here last night.'' sadly said the boy.


4 ifHE BUff J\LO BILL STORIESo "My poor y onng fricn .d; there has, indeed, been red \\fork donehere, and you have been ;i great suf ferer. But where arc the others of the camp?" "Most of them are in their graves, and there are the rest, which I intended burying to-morrow," he pointed to the dead bodies. "Do you mean to say that you are all alone in this place?" "Yes, sir, I am all alone in this wide world, now," and tears came to the dark eyes. "No, my boy, for I shall be your friend. Now, tell me all you know about this affair." "It is soon told, sir. My father, mother, brother, sister and myself were on our way to seek a home, for father had a small ranch a hundred miles north from here. We had two old servants with us, a guide, three wagons, <1.n ambulance, and a dozen horses, and we encamped here for the night. My pony got loose, and I went after him, and thus my life was saved; for when I returned late at night, all were dead, save the guide, and was dying, but he told me that the Trail Raiders had attacked the camp and killed all. I fell in a swc$on, and it was just sun rise when I came to my I drove the wolves away, and, for a long time, was overcome .with grief. At last I determined to bury my poor: parents and all. I dug a large grave and placed in it my father, mother, and brother who was younger than I am, but I could not find my sister's body, and have not yet done so. 111ere lie servants and the guide, and I ir)tended to bury them to-morrow." "And you were playing that cornet?" "Yes: sir-I felt so lonely I played to keep from g oing mad. "My poor boy, from my heart I pity you. But eome, do not give ,vay to your grief, for w .ill be found pfonty, apd I will be a to y ou. Now, tell me, have .you made a tl;o;ough for your sister?'" : "Every\vhere, sir'." "How old is she?" "Just two years older than I am, sir, arid I am fifteen." "Ah!" and it was evident that the dead-shot, Bill Cody, felt that he could account for the absence of the maiden's body. "Do you think tha t they have carried Lou off, sir?" asked the boy, evidently divining the scout's thoughts. "They may ha v e clone so, hoping for ransom, my boy. "What i s your name?" "Ben .Hurst. My mother was a Mcxic;m." "And father was an American?" 'Yes, sir." Well, Ben, all we can do now is to bury the guide and the servants, and in the morning decide what is best to be done. "As for yourself, you are my little brother now, and must go with me." "I shall be glad, sir, for I like you, and shall have no one else to love now, for I fear I shall never see poor Lou again." ''Perhaps you may, so do not give up hope, was the scout's assuring reply. Then he set to work, and the dead were soon buried, and what little booty left by the Trail Raiders was gathered together, to be packed upon the horse which Ben had ridden off in chase of his pony, these two animals thus escaping being carried off. vVhen all was ready, the two lay down to sleep and await the coming dawn, intending then to s tart for the fort for the dead-shot scoat wished the boy to his report to the commanding officer as soon as possible so that troopers could strike the tr<:il of the Raiders, and go in hot pursuit. CHAPTER III. TR! CAPTIVE MUSTANG. Fort Blank was a favorite post along the border. Its situation was upon the prairie, with a p1easant not far distant. There was timber near, a stream running through the grounds, a substantial stockade fortification, with pleasant quarte r s for the officers and men.


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 5 Near by, OYer in another clump of timber, was what was known as Fort Village, and there were congregated the settlers, hunters and trappers, and hangers-on of the post, and a wild lot many of them were, only held in subjection by the military so near at hand. In th e fort proper there were about three hun. dred soldiers, the greater part being cavalry, with a company of infantry, and another of light artillery. Then there wa s a force of scouts, and guides; numbering two score or more, and chief of these was Buffalo Bill with Monte next in command. Over in Fort Village there were about two hundred s ouls, so that if the latter was drawn upon for volunteers a very respectable little army could go into the field at short 11otice. Colonel Barry, the commandant, was a dashing, noble-hearted officer, whose family of a wife and daughter preferred living with him beyond the pale of civilization to being separated from him and this circumstance had brought to the post the families of some of the junior officers until quite a little community dwelt there. \i\Tith all, from the colonel down, Buffalo Bill was a favorite, for all saw that he was a man of refinement and education content to live a wild life upon the plains. His wonderful skill a s a trailer, his undaunted courage and prowess, added to his many gallant deeds in battle and alone on the trail, had brought him up to be chief of scouts, while his horsemanship and deadly aim with rifle and revolver were somethi_ng wonderful. That this man, seemingly the soul of honor, had been accused of murdering one of his scouts, Bill Bronze, cr:eated a great surprige in the fort. Bill Bronze had .been buried where he fell, .near . :f>a_o/c's Rock, au.cl back tG> the fort had come Capta. in Cecil Lorne with sad tidings from the lips of the d7mg man. It had fallen like a tbunderboit into the camp, and at first few would belieye it. But the confession as to who liad shot him, c oming from the lips of the dying man, seemed t o leave no room for doubt. To try to find Bill would be time thrown away, so they mus t await his return to the fort which believing that he h a d killed Bill Bronze, he would doubtless make, thinking no one would suspect him. Anxiously they waited the sentinels keeping their eyes c-onstantly scanning the prairie, but without discerning the expected scout. The effects of Bronze Bill-his horses, traps, weapons and trophies o f the hunt-had been pu t up at auction by Captain Lorne, who had made known the circum stances of why they were sold, and readily they were bought at high prices, so that the officer had a few hundred dollars over the expected amount to hand to the orphan girl. He had gotten from the paymaster the amount he held for Bill Bronze, and had also received the fifteen hundred from Monte, who paid it over without a word, and, as soon as Buffalo Bill returned to the fort, Captain Lorne intended to start to see Lulu Brom.:e. But 'he did not care to leave until he had seen the scout, \\"ti.om he hoped would explain away the charge against him in some manner. The afternoon of the second day after the tragedy at Padre's Rock, Marie Barry, the lovely daughter of the colonel, wa s breaking in a mustang which Buf falo Bill had caught wild and given to her, when, as she was riding in an extended circle around the fort, she spied at a distance what she rairie, and, in -sg ite of all that his fair rider could do, dashed towaJ:d them with the speed of the wind. t I His cours e lay s o a s to th e m off ii; th e ir \\ ild gallop, and in vain did the young girl tug at the se vere bit to check his speed. A st:allion, and formerly the king: of the wild herd, he intended to take his place at their head once more.


6 THE BUFF J\LO B lLL STORIES. and w ell did the maiden realize what might be her fate did he once gain the flying drove. "They will tear me to pieces with their sharp teeth, or I shall be thrown or trampled beneath their feet. Ah! I was foolish t<0 ride this far from the fort, she cried, in horror at her situation. A roll of prairie hid h .er from view of the sentinels at the fort, and the herd of mus angs, half-a -thousand in number, were too fa r off to be seen by the guards, so that it was not suspected that the maiden was in deadly danger. For a moment, she had forgotten the horsemen she had seen, but now glanced eagerly toward them. Two only were visible then, but a second look s h owed h e r that one was fa r away, riding like an arrow from a b o w to h ead her off. Thank God i help \ s at hand,'' she gasped, and her h a n d s le t fall the reins, for she was almost unnerved. CHAPTER IV. ACCUSED! As long as she had to depend wholly upon herself M arie Barry had pulled with a strength she had not b e l ieved she pos s essed upon the r eins, but when she saw that one horseman was r iding to her aid, she be cam e partiall y unnerved, and no longer offered any resistance to the mad flight of the mustang. Perhaps it was because she recognized the horseman that she placed dependence in him, for otherwise she would not have thought that the man ooi.1ld aid h er. A second glance at the one who had seen her peril and was determined to save her, if in hi s power, showed her a slender-limbed black ani mal, with neck outstretched, going at a speed no other horse on .the had been known to equal. And in the saddle, rifle in hand r eady for t tse, s .I t a tall form well k n mn to her, for often before ha.Ci s he seen it; and more, upon another occasion, \vhen rid ing 6ut with Cecil Lofne, they were pursued by redskins and gave up all hope, that one had come to their rescue and sav ed their lives "It is the scout, Buffalo Bill," she murmured, and then, a moment after, came the words : I will warn him of his danger, so that he can fty, for h e has not yet been seen from the fort." Nearer and nearer drew her mustang to the flying herd and harder and harder rode the scout to intercept her. Could he do so? Would even that splendid black which he rode be able to keep up that killing pace to which he was driven? Nearer and nearer came the mustang to the herd, and nearer and nearer came the scout to both. At last but a hundred yards intervened between the mustang king and his herd and the s a me distance the scout had to ride to reach the maiden's side. Suddenly his repeating rifle leaped to his shoulder, and shot after shot pealed forth into the head of the herd, dropping animal after anim a l and making them sway wildly. The next instant he da s hed near enough to throw his lasso over the head of the mustang king, while he cried in thrilling tones : "Hold on, for l i fe's sake, Miss Barry!" The las s o s e ttled over the head of the mustang, the thoroughly trained black settled back quickl y upon hi s h a unche s and the shock dragged the wild animal to his knees, while with a revolver in each hand, Buffalo Bill began tO\ fire into the head o f the herd sweeping t o ward them, dropping a barrier of d e ad hors e s in their front which must f o rce them to turn aside and pass aroun. d them. At the same in s tant, Buffa l o Bill called out, i n toh'es that ro s e above 'the thunder of the hoofs: "Hold on hard! If you are throvvn, death is cer t ain!" 011ce he had che

"HE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 7 Watching his, chance, h e d ragged Marie Barry .., ' ,_ . .: . from her saddle, and a bound took h i m to the pile of he had s l ain, just as the1 mass of the herd dashed up. firing his revolvers, he had used thos e from his saddle holster, and now he. stood upon the body of a dead animal, and, with Marie crouching behind 1 hi111, he began to fire into the advancing herd. Rapidly, they opened a lane to the right and left, and soon they had passed by, leaving the scout and _the maiden in and with the noble bl ack standing firm, and with the w i ld mustang-the cause of the mischief choked down upon the ground. Springing to him, Buffalo Bill loosened the noose, and soon the animal rose to his feet, thoroughly tamed, just as Ben, the boy waif, was seen in the distance, coming toward the m. "Ah, Mr. Cody, I owe you my life, for you have saved me from a fearful death; and now I wish to sa':e you, so bid you not_ to go near the fort, but to while you can, cried Marie Barry, earnestly grasping the scout's hands. She saw hi s look of surprise, and then h e a sked: . why _should I not _go to the fort, Miss Barry?" "Because-because-oh 1'1r. Cody you are denounced as a murderer!" He was startl ed, and turned deadly pale, but asked, in a calm voice: "\Vho dares make thi s charge against me?" ''The one you are said to have slain." "And who is he?" ''The hunter, Bill Bronze. "And he is dead?" "Yes . "Al-1d before dying said thatI was his murderer? "He did." "This is remarkable." called a murderer, and you wiil be shot as such if y o u go near the fort, so I warn you not to go there." "But I will go, Miss B arry, and face thc:;e charges!" "Pray do not, for your death will follow. "You are not bound to the fort by any ties other than as scout, and the world i s large. "You can go el sewhere and live and sav e your life. "Yon served me well once, and it was in the hope of meeting you a11d warning you that I rode so far out on the prairie this afterno-on Now, I beg of you, do not go there." "I thank you from m y inmos t heart, Miss Barry, for your noblenes s in warning me of the danger in store for me. "But I am not guilty of the charge against me, and I shall go back to the fort, al'icl face the cons eqi..1ertces, be foey' what they may. "Will you mount your own horse, fpr he is tained now, or shall I transfer his saddle to my animal?" "I will ride the mustang, thank you, but I am sorry that you will not heed ri1y warning. "V/ho is that ooming ? "A poor boy, the only survivor of a that occurred below here some forty miles and the _pack horse he leads carries all the worldly goods belonging to him. "Let me aid you to. your saddl e As lightly a s though she had been a child, .he placed her in her saddle, and, mounting .hi_ s own J1orse, just as Ben rode up, the three turned the heads of their \horses toward the fort, Marie Barry pale and anxious because the scout woul d heed her warning. -. CHAPTER v. THE PRISONER. When the p arty of three rode over the roll in the ''.He made such a confession \Yh ile dying, and, alJprairie that brought them in full view of the fo rt. though my father did no.t wish to belie v e it and your J fiey suddenl y came upon Colonel Barry and sevfriends" too, bad faith in you, circumstantial evidence era! officers riding in hot haste, their mission befog : to 1s fea rfull y s trong against.y.ou, and already you are search. f.or the maiden, whom the. sentinel had. re-


THE BU ff l\LO BILL STORIES. ported as having disappeared at a pace that caused him to think that her horse had run away with her. They came to a sudden halt upon seeing Marie, and that she was not alone. As the scout and his two companions rode up, Col-onel Barry saw that something had gone wrong, and instantly he cried: "Marie, my child you are white as death. "Pray tell me what has h appened?" "Father, J owe my life to your chief of scouts, for he has saved me from a horrible fate. "See! across the prairie yonder you-observe those dark objects?" ''They are wild mustangs, and were shot by Mr. Cody to save me, for t hi s wicked prute ran with me to, t?-ke hi s place at the head of the herd once more. "Jvlr. Cody saw my clanger, and at the ri sk of his own life saYed mine." '.'Great Heaven! what a death you have escaped; and y :ou, Cody, have the warmest thanks that a father can give," and. the colonel' s voice trembled as he spoke, while he did not look the scout in the face. Then, in a few words, Marie told all as it bad happened, and added: "Father, t'O show my gratitude, I told Mr. Cody of the charges against him, and frankly I tell you I urged him to fly and save his life, but he would not do so." "Would to God he had, almost groaned the colo nel, while Marie continued: "He said that he was guiltless of the charge, and would go to the fort and take the consequences." ''Cody, from my soul I hope that you can prove thiJ,t yo_ a q.rc innocent, but it looks very black against you j11st now, and I must hold you as a prisoner. "This youth, colonel, found in the Smoky Timber motte. "I was scouting in the neighborhood last night1 heard a bugle playing, and riding up, expecting to find a military camp, this boy is all that met me. "He was w ith his parents, sister and brother, and several others, on the way to his father's ranc h when their camp was attacked by the Trail Rai

THE BU ff ALO B I LL STOR I ES. "That she was carried off to be held for ransom." "Well, I shall send, at once, Captain Lorne upon their trail, for you can tell him where to strike it, an'd endeavor to rescue her." "I will gladly go with the captain, sir." "No; for you are under arrest on a severe charge." "Ah. I had forgotten about that," was the cool re-ply of the scout. Riding by the s ide of the young boy, Colonel Barry found out his name and all particulars regard ing him, and became s o much interested in him that he said as they vvere nearing the fort: "Well, Ben, yot1 shall have the berth of my bugler who went home on sick leave the other day, and you may rest assured that I will do all in my power to find yonr sister and restore her to you." "And Mr. Cody, sir, you will not punish him for a crime he cannot be guilty of?'' urged the boy. -"\i\1 ell, I hope he can prove his innocence before the ,._ho try him, -as he-has before me," was the answer. A moment after, the party rode into the fort, and the scout \Yas l ed a\Yay into the guardhouse, to await his trial upon. a charge, \Yhich, if he were found guilty, would send him to his grave. CHAPTER \T GUlLTY OR KOT GL:fLTY? The rumor of the return of.Buffalo Bill spread like wildfire through the fort, and then floated off to Fort \'illage, where it created a great exci tement. Next was told the story of his rescue of farie Barry, some who were his foes hinted that it would be the cause of getting him whitewashed of the charge of killing Bill Bronze. Then the massacre in Smoky Timber motte be came_known, and the circumstances of how he had found a little waif. and some in Fort Village \Yere unkind enough to hint that it was a put-up job to clear himself, his bringing the boy back with him. But ruma.rs and aspersions are not facts. and all knew that they must the trial. If Bill had not found the bpy, as he sa id, who, then, was the youth, and where did he come from? There was one thing certain, and that was, when the notes of the bugle rang through the fort that night, played by the boy waif, one and all had to admit that never before had a bugle been made to send forth such strains oyer that camp. \rVhether he felt th a t in music he could soothe his sorrow no one knew. lrnt the poor boy ran from one melody into another, playing witlL a skill that was wonderfnl, and a pathos that brought tears to many eyes. as if his very soul was going out in sympathy for his lost ones in the strains .hat went floating over the prairie, filling the air with melody. And thus for a long time the boy waii sat playing his siher cornet, no one caring to stop him. and many sorry ,, h en at last he ceased. "Can I stay in the guardho11se with Mr. Coc.Iy, sir?" he. asked Colonel Barry. ''Yes, if you wish it my boy, but you will ha\e to be locked in with him." ''I c.lo not care for that. s i r. and I shall be up bright and early in the morning.' "Yes for Captain Lorne may return by that time \\ :ith some news of the Raiders.'' \nd so Ben went to the guarclhotl s e and slept in the cot next to the sco u t, aiter the hYO had talked tog-ether until a late hour. But before sunrise he was out and attending to his duties, just as C aptain Lorne rode into the fort at tended by his sq11ad of cavalrymen. The horses were jaded, a11cl the riders looked worn out, for they had had a long and hard ride. To the colonel he made his report. He had struck the trail just where the scout had told him he would find it and had pursued it as far as he dared go: but from those who had seen the had learned that there was no maiden with them. They had many horses laden down with booty . and had ridden hard: but -out of the dozen who had seen


10 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. them not one there was who was not positive that there were only men in the party. A Mexican padre had been halted by them and gave absolution to a dying Mexican, whom they had been carrying back severely wounded, and he, too, said that there was not a prisoner, male or fe male in the hands of the Raiders. "What can have become of Le girl?" asked Colo nel Barry. "I cannot tell, sir, unless may have escaped in the darkness out upon the prairie," Cecil Lorne. "Ahl such might have been. the case: but alone, unarmed and a mere child, she would soon fall a victim to wild beasts." "I fear that such has been her fate; but as I wish ,.a. party to visit the scene of the massacre, and then ride with all haste from Padre's Rock to note the time it can be rid

THE BUFF ALO BILL STOR I ES. 11 ,( I ( Then the boy waif said in a manner that was not expected in one of his age: "And I, too, humbly beg pardon, but I feared the coward might kill Mr. Cody. "It is granted, my boy, and if you, Monte, cannot control your temper, I will haYe you disarmed," said the colonel. r will not offend again." 'ms -the low reply. "It is hard, Cody, to belie\"e that a dying man would speak falsely," said an officer of the court martial. "It is strange, indeed, sir, that a man would die with a lie upon his lips, but Bronze did so die." Ben then told of the scout's arrival at the matte. "vVas his horse tired?" he was asked by the prose-1 cu ting officer. "No, sir; on the contrary, he seemed not at all jaded." ';How do you know this?" "While the scout was digging the graves, I unsad dled his horse and staked him out with my animals." "Did he speak of where he had been the day before?" "Yes, sir; he told me when he had left the fort, and I how he had intended going to the noith, but had struck a trail which had brought him to the Smoky Timber, and he said that Providence had guided his way so that he found me." "And you rode the distance, Lieutenant Lancas ter, from Padre's Rock to Smoky Timber?" asked the prosecuting officer. "I did, sir." "What distance would you call it?" "Coming by the fort, fully seventy miles." "And by the Red Cliff??' "Eighty miles." Then the officers of the court-martial consulted to gether, and Colonel Barry said: "Cody. circumstantial evidence, were we not m clined to mercy, vvould condemn you to death, for the charge against you came from the lips of a dying man and Monte here. "You admit killing Bill Bronze, and yet, under all the circumstances and the aid you gave my daughter in her dire peril, the court-martial spares your life, but reduces you to the ranks among the scouting company, of which Monte is now made chief. ''And one word more-if you clear up this shadow and mystery hanging over vou, all of us vv111 be de lighted to ha, e you do so, and, more, you shall be re instated in your positio n as chief of scouts." Buffalo Bill merely bowed in silence, while Ben sprang forward and grasped his hands, at the same time unlocking his irons with lhe key handed him by the sergeant of the guards. Turning haughtily upon his heel, with no thanks for his !if e to the court-martial, the scout strode away to his quarters, followed by Ben, the boy waif while :t\Ionte remarkect, in a tone loud enough for all to hE'ar: "That man means me mi s chief, because, as in duty bound,) told the truth about him, for he did murder poor Bronze." CHAPTER VII. GOOD FOR EVIL. After the trial of Buffalo Bill, no one could no tice any change in him as to whether he felt his ha v ing been reduced from chief to ordinary scout. His manner to all was just the same as before, and to Monte, the new chief, he was ever respectful, and obeyed every comm.and with promptness. He had asked to go off upon a scout, and had been absent for days, but had made no important report upon his return, though he and Ben were seen ear nestly conversing together upon their return. But those two were always together when not upon duty, and had become inseparable pards, the man loving the boy as if he were his own brother, while Ben seemed to idolize the scout. The colonel and officers all wished to treat Cody well, for few of them could believe him guilty, but he a voided them as much as possible. and when not on duty kept to his own quarters.


12 THE BUFF ALO BILL One day Captain Lorne started upon a scouting expedition with fifty troopers and twenty scouts, under the command of Monte. Ben, the boy waif a lso went along, and the party wer e well mounted, and thoroughly armed, while they carried provisions for a week's stay. Striking an Indian trail, they followed it to the hills, and the young captain boldly determined to attack the redskins in their v:illage, which Cody reported was but two miles away. Of course he knew that the Indian wa 'rriors outnumbered him ten to one, but then he knew his men and expected much from a surprise. It was just at dawn when they rode down upon the Indian village, Ben's bugle ringing forth a wild and t hrillin g The first man in the v illager was Buffalo Bill and all who followed saw two Indian ''arriors go down his aim. Surprised as they v-.;ere, the reds kins did not quickl y rally and the village was very nearly won before they made a determined stand. But then a hundred. warrioi;s banded and made a de sperate charge upon the troopers, pressing them back before then). in a huddled mass. In vain did Cecil Lorne strive to break their front with hi s troopers. and scouts, for on they came w ith revengeful cries, and, hemmed in as they were with a cliff behind, it looked as if a massacre must follow But suddeniy in the rear of the Indians .came two horsemen charging at full speed, their reins in their teeth, a revolver in each hand. Then merry was the music of those four revol vers, and every shot told wi .th such deadly e ffect that the redskins wavered and broke, fled to right and left. Just then, however, a horse down, pinioning his ride r beneath him while a "huge chief. maddened with desperation, sprang upon the helpless man. It wa? Monte, the chief of scouts, and another second would have. ended his earthly careet', a bu!-let, sent from a revolver twenty yards distant, crashed through the brain of the redskin, who dropped dead upon the body of hi s intended victim. Quickly his men drew their chief out from beneath his foe's body, and, springing to his feet, he cried: ''What friend of mine fired that shot?" "Buffal o Bill!" answere d a dozen voices in chorus. made no reply, but turned away muttering: ''I have feared that he would kill me in the fight, and lo! he has saved my life." And those two who had also saved the day were Buffalo Bill and his boy pard, who had dashed away from the command in purs uit of flying redskins, and returned to aid their comrades or perish with them. When the village was in his possession, Cecil Lorne warmly thanked the scout and the boy waif for th.eir gallant s ervices, but, though Monte stood by, not one word did he utter to the man who had saved his lif e by hi s long and unerring shot. With the wounded so ldi e r s and booty of the Indian camp, the little command started upon their return to the fort, greatly elated over their victory and the lesson they had taught the redskins. ''Where i s Buffalo Bill?" asked Monte, as they rode along the trail to the fort. "He asked my permissio n to go upon the trail of the Indians who escaped, to find out where there was another vi lla .ge located," answered Captain Lorne. "I w ish you had spoken to me, Captain Lorne, and I would have detailed you a far better man," said the chief of scouts, eYidently annoyed. Cecil Lorne's face flushed, and he said, quickly: "I am not in the habit of consulting my inferiors as to my duty. and, as for a better man than Buffalo Bill, there is not his equal as a scout upon prairies. :'.\Jonte wisely held his peace and rode on in for Cecil Lorne \\as not a man to be trifled with.


t'HE BUffALO BILL STORIES. CHAPTER VIII. THE DOUBLE MYSTERY. The re was cert a in ly r e j oicing i n Fort Blank when Cl.l.ptain L0rne and his men arr ived with the ac count of t heir victory I The I n dia n s had n o t been dealt a severe blow of late, and had become ve r y troublesome, while they had managed to elude pursuit in nearly every in stance. All were forced to admit that Buffalo Bill had been the cause of the victory by leading the command to the Indian village, a n d had then, wit h Ben, the boy waif, saved the party from a massacre, and from Cecil Lorne he had received full credit. Also, it was told how he had saved the life of Monte, the chief of scouts, and the very ungracious way in which the fayor had been received. The second night after their return, Monte was seated i n his adobe hut; playing cards with some con gen ial' spirits The door s and windows were open, and the tin lantern upon the wall gave ample light. Suddenly, following quickly upon the distant report of a rifle a bullet whirred into the cabin, just grazing the cheek of the chief scout, drawing blood. All sprang to their feet in alan,.. while the Mexican, feeling that he was not seriously harmed, stepped forward and began digging the bullet o u t of the clay wall where it had buried itself. Soon it was in his hand, and unmarred by its contact with the wall. "It came from the timber yonder, and there is but one rifle in t\1e camp that can carry a lJtillet as true : .t such a distance,,. remarked Monte. '''vVhat gun are t h et?" asked a scout. "Yott all know the rifle and to whom it belongs. "\iVhen the man returns to camp, I vvill see if the )t11let fits his rifle," was the reply. "You hints it are Buffalo Bill ," said one. "Yes." / L "\i\" aal, yer hints wrong, fer he;. ain',t thet kind o' a man," was the indignant reply of the man who be friended the absent sco ut. \iV ell, we shall see." "\iVe'll see, pard, ther yer is on ther wrong t r ail. "Why, it hain't three days sence h e sav e d yer life, an' durned ef yer hed ther nerve ter thank him fer it." "Keno. do you wish to quarrel with mt:?" asked Monte. "No, I hain't partic'lar about it, one way or t'other; but I are pertic'ler thet yer don't aci: u se a map like Cody o' fightin mean. ''\Veil, drop it. Oh, boy, what do you want?" The last remark was to Be, who had just then en terea the cabin. "I come from Colonel Barry. man, to order ypu to take ten men and go off on a twenty-mile circuit of the fart, as a ranchero 1ias arrived with reports that Indians are scouting in the vicinity," answ e red B e n I empl,iasizing the man, as he did not like the way Monte called him boy. "All right, boy, I'll start at once, say to tl'.e colo nel." "Very well, man; but has anything scared you, for you look white as a ghost?" iVIonte uttered an oath, while Keno said, provok ingly: ''He hev been shooted at from over in ther t i mber yonde1." "Shot at?" "Yas, Ben an he got it thar on ther cheek, whar yer secs ther scratch." "Yes, I see." "We was sittin' heur playing a peaceful game o kcerds, when a bullet s ailed in, and ther chief do say thet he thinks it were Buffalo 3ill thet did it." "If you say that Buffalo Bill would fire a shot at you, ;\fexican Monte, behind your back, you lie!" cried the boy, his eyes flashin g. 1 \Vith a curse, the scout sprang toward the boy, but, qllick as a flash, two weapons coYerecl him, one in the hand of Ben, the othe r heltl by Keno


I 14 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. l "Hold, Mexican Mon te, o r I will k ill you!" cried Ben, while Ken o said : "Pare!, I hain't goin' ter see a man fight a boy 'ithout chippin' in, so let up : "Ken o, you are on road to haYe trouble with me. u p your weapon, for I meant no harm to t h e boy,'' said Monte, livid with rage. "But I meant no harm to the man, and it 's vvar .between us, Mexican Monte, whenever you l ike." ;. . "Keno, I thank you for your kind att,'' and Ben upon h is heel and l ef t t he cabin All present, and there were half-a-do zen 111 the cabin, expected trouble to follow between the chief and his scout; but, in:-;tead Monte saictl, quietly: "Now, Keno, I want you to get nine othets, be sides yourself, and be ready to start upon the trail in fifteen m inutes." "All right, pard," and Keno left the cab in. Soon after, Monte and his scouts rode out upon the trail and the camp settl ed clown to r epose. But soon after the sentinel halted an approaching horseman, who was riding in haste for the for t. "I am Buffa l o Bill, sentinel ari.d I have important news for the colone l ," was the reply. Soon after; he was admitted to the room of Colo nel Barry, to whom he reported that he had been dogging the steps of thr ee men, and, following them to the timber beyond the post, had there killed two of them, but t he third had escaped "They were Raiders, sir, as you will see by the things I took from their bodies," and he hande d Colonel Barry some papers and bags of buckskin, contai n ing money, jewe lr y and a n umber of va l uable little trinkets. The colonel g lanced at the papers and cried sud denly: "Ha! these were taken from the fathe r of Ben, Scou t Cody. "Call the boy,... and at the same time send a party after the b odies of those two men Cody instantly obeyed, and the boy waif soon after <;ame into the c lonel' s quarters. 1 "Ben, Buffalo Bill k i lled two men to-night, and I found upon them thes e papers, and they bear upo11 I them the name of Hurst." "They belonged to my father; sir,'' said the lad, i choked up with emotion. "Di d yonr parents and sister have any je>velry with them?" ''Yes, Colonel Barry. "My father wore a watch and chain and a seal ring, and my mother wore considerab l e jewelry, as did my poor sister, also." "Describe their jewelry ple ase." The boy did so, and Colonel Barry said: ''Then all here belongs to you, for here 1 s your father's watch, here is the ring, and these things .were your mother's; but I see nothing among them such as you describe as belonging to your sister." The boy too k them with a gentle touch, as though they were most sacred as relics of the dead, and said : "I thank you, Colonel Barry; these did, 1 indeed, belong to my parents, but the absence of anything belonging to my sister proves to me, as you have t old me, that she must have escaped the massacre to be lost and devoured by wild animals." "A better fate, my boy, horri ble as it seems, than to have been left in the power of the merciless Raiders." 'Give those papers and trinkets to the paymaster. to keep for you as you would be robbed of them in your quarters--Well, sergeant?" and the colonel t urned to the sergeant who had gone to bri n g the b o dies of the two Raiders into the fort. "There are no bodies in the timber, sir." "What?" "V/ e searched every foot of the timber, sir there are no dead bodie s to be see11.". "This is astonishing. " I will go with you myself sergeant," and Cody departed \Yith the soldier. But in half an hour he returned to make the sa


THE. BUFF ALO BILL STORIES report, great:y to the amazement of Colonel Barry, a search w1th torches an.,'0 'said tl:.e colond


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. ."I have more to report, sir," said Monte, feeling that he was accusing a man before his friends." "Well, sir?" "As we left last night on our scout, we went through the timber, for I wished to see if any one was encamped there. "Finding no one, I halted, and was lighting a cigar with a match, when a shot was fired from a distance directly toward me, and it was so well aimed that it knocked the weed from between my teeth. "At the flash of t h e rifle, wh ich was fired from quite a distance away, half my men cried: "Buffal o Bill!" "Ha! they recognized him?" "Yes, sir." "This looks most serious, Lorne." "It looks so, sir, but may be explained away "At what time was this, Monte?" asked the captain. "About nine o'clock, sir." "And at what time did Cody come to you, colo nel(" continued Captain Lorne. "At ten, I believe, for I was just about retiring; but did you give chase, Monte?" "Yes,sir, but his horse ran away from us easily, and Cody rides the onl y animal I know of that can drop mine that way." "Monte, I admit that this looks serious for Cody and I will tell yo u what he reported last night. "He told me that after leaving Captain Lorne's party, he went on into the mountains until he struck another Indian camp. "Then he reconnoitered until he found a way by which the village could be reached by night and attacked . "Returning on his \Vay to the fort, he saw three men, none of them mounted, or, if so, he did not see where their horses concea l ed. "He clogged their steps, and convinced that they were Raider spies, ran into them, killing two, while the third escaped. "Upon them he found papers and trinkets of con s ide1:ahle valu e belonging to Ben :Hurst, my bugler, and I gave them up to him. "Then I sent for the bod i es to see if any wuuld rec o.gnize : them, and they could not be found." "The bodies?" "Y ' "What did Cody do with them?" "Some spirited them away." Monte shook his head doubtfully and said : "Colonel, I know yiou and Captain Lorne are friends of Cody, but I am confident you are deceived i f 1 him, and if you give him the rope, ere long he will hang him self.'' "By Heaven! I will try it. "Let not a word of this be spread through the camp. Monte, and tell your men not to speak of the shot fired at you last night after you left the fort. "Then I will have Scout Cody watched, and if I detect him in guilt, he shall hang for it I assure you." "And he will deserve to do so, if guilty," said Cap tain Lorne, and Monte arose and departed from the colonel's quarters' convinced that before long Buf falo Bill would run his neck in the hangman' s noose. \ CHAPTER X. BUFFALO BILL'S SECRET FRIENDS. Buffa l o Bill sat a lone in his quarters, upon the eyening after Monte's return . He had orders to be ready to march at dawp to the Indian country, to guide Captain Lorne and a force to the Indian vil lage he had found, and he was putting his weapons in order. His pard in camp quarters was his boy pard, Ben, but the youth was then ab ou t headquarters, where hi s duties kept him until late Suddenl y in through the open door glided a familiar form, and quickly she closed it. She wore a heavy shawl, and her head was muf fled up in a large Spanisl\ veil. At first glance, as he rose to hi s feet Buffalo Bill thought it was N ita, the Mexican maid of Marie Barry, but as the veil was thrown back, he discovered w ith surprise that it was noi1e other than the colonel's daughter herself. "Miss Barry, this i s indeed an unexpected honor, '' he said, hardly knowing what to say. "It is a duty, Mr. Cody, not an honor, for I ha,e come to place you upon yoi.11: guard.'' "I do not understand yo u Miss Barry." "1 will at once explain. 'You ha ve foes in this camp \vho are plotting against you. ''But, though appear ances are :erribly against you, l I frankly tell you that I do not believe you are guilty." I I I


THE BUffJ\LO BILL STORIES. 17 "Of what am I now accused, Miss Barry?" asked the scout "I will tell you all. "I overheard this afternoon, while rec11nmg in a hammock on the piazza of my father's quarters, a story told by Monte to my father and Captain Lorne. "It was to the effect that Monte was shot at last night, while playing cards in his cabin, and the bullet grazed his cheek and buried itself in the adobe wail. dug it out and says that it fits your rifle only, out of all the fort." "Yes. there is not another weapon like mine in the command," was the cool reply. "And more. he says that the shot was fired from lt:he timber to the south of us, at a distance which rifle will carry." I "True, my rifle will kill where other weapons will not carry." "Again, he told that he was lighting a cigar in timber last night, after starting out upon a scout, nncl a bullet cut the weed from his lips, but all saw by the fl.iash who it was." "And who was it?" "The scouts said it was you." ''Indeed; they are mi staken, for I am no assa_ssin," the haughty reply. "So I believe; but, the circumstances, you must admit that appearances are against you, es f ecially when you could not find the boclies of the lt:w o men whom you killed." "I cannot understand that affair, Miss Barry, for J always s hoot for the head, and both those men had p ullets in !heir s kulls when I bent over them and took their va luable s and papers from Lem." ''\i\T ell, you know, Mr. Cody, that I am your friend, an d as my father told Mo11te that he intended to have you constantly watched, I decided to commit f he unmaiclenly act of coming to your cabin and placing you on your guard." "Miss Barry, I cannot tell you how I respect you for your bold act, and deeply I thank you for your kindness, and your trust in me. "Some clay I hope to prove my :i.ppreciation of t;" and the scout held forth his hand, which Marie grasped warmly, and then, wrapping her veil about 1e1:. head and face once more, she glided quickly ut into the darkness. Buffalo Bill stepped out also, and saw that there wa s no one near to see her, and then re-entered his cabin, and resumed his work of cleaning his weapons. "Say, pard, is yon in?" and the door opened, admitting Keno, the "Yes, Keno, be seated." "No, pai-cl, fer I hev only a leetle minute to stay, fer I doesn't ,\ i s h ter be see n talkin' ter yer jist now. ''But I hes come ter whisper ter yer thet Monte, dern him. i s playin' lively fer yer scalp." "Ah! he can have it if he can take it." "He don t intend to fight squar' fer it, and I only wishes yer heel hit him last night." ''What do you mean, Keno?" sternly asked Dead Shot Cody. 'I means thet I took yer part when ther shot come at him, when we was playin' keerds in ther cabin. "But when yer let drive at him, as he were lightin' his cigar, then I seen yer myself." "You saw me, Keno?" "Fact." "No, you did not." 'Pard, it were but an instant, by thet fl.ash 01 ther rifle ; but it did light yer up, hoss an' all." "And you mean to say that I fired an assassin s shot at Monte?" "I seen it." "I tell you, Keno, you are mistaken and before this I believed you my friend." ''I i s yer friend, Dead-Shot Bill; but ef yer says yer didn't fire ther s hot, then I doubts my optics, rather than yer \\ ore\, fer yer ain't been ther man sence I kno\Yecl yer. ter lie. tho' I confesses I lie s like an auctioneer at times." "Pard Keno. I tell you that though you may have thought you saw me, you are mistaken, for I never pulled trigger on Mexican Monte. '\Vhen I do, I shall kill him. "I hope yer won't be very l ong in pullin', pard." Bill laughed lightly, and Keno departed, happy in having placed the scout on his guard against a foe \Vhom he knew meant him evil. He had been gone but a short while, when Ben entered, and his face \\ore an anxious look. ''\Veil, little pard, what is it?" asked Bill. "I ha\'e bad new s for you, Parcl Bill," was the re ply, as the yo uth sat clown bv his side. "Indeed! bad news seems to be epidemic just now," answered the scout, with a smile.


I 18 THE BUFF /\LO BILL STORIES. "I don't wish to be thought mean, pard, but I listened to-day to what Monte told Colonel Barry." '"That I had shot at him twice?" "Well, he at something that he had told him earlier in the afterdoon, about your shooting at him; but what I heard him say was that he had come back to tell the colonel something that had occurred to him." "What was that, Ben?" "I heard him say: "'Colonel, I have a theory to work on, which, taken in connection v\'ith the shots I am sure were fired by Cody, looks most suspicious.'" "Well, did he divulge his theory?" "He said that you had brought in papers and jew elry that belonged to my family, and told how you had gotten them from the bodies of two men you had just killed, andwhom you knew to be members of the Raiders' band." "Well, Ben?" "He went on to say that, as the bodies couldt not be found, it looked as though n o men had been killed .'; "Ah!" "And 1110re, he said that, as you had discovered me in the Smoky Timber and brought me to camp, he thought that you were secretly a member of the Raiders." "Ha! said he so?" and the scout's face whitened. "Yes." "Go on, please." "He said that you had. doubtless been with the Raiders who had attacked our train, and took as your booty the things you gave the colonei' last night." "Why should I give them up?" "He thought that your conscience made you do so, and that the story of the killing of the two men wa-s merely an excuse to give that you might account for their being in your possession." "It certainly is a well-told story, Ben." "But what said the colonel to this?" "That he could not doubt you ti'ntil perfect proof of your guilt was to him." "I thank him for that." "And Captain said the same, and, more, he told Monte that he believed he was anxious to have ;you out of the y;ay." "And what says my friend, Ben, to these charges?" "'\\Thy do you ask me, Co

THE BUFF J\LO BILL STORIES. 19 "I am so anxious to learn all that I can about scouting, Captain Lorne." "Go with him, then, Ben, and, as you are in such good hands, I need not say be careful." A moment after, Keno glided up to Cecil Lorne's side. and said in a whisper: "Cap'n. Monte are a-goin', too." Instantly, Cecil Lorne sent a young lieutenant, acting as his aide, to order the chief of scouts to report to him. Monte soon appeared. evidently in no pleasant humor at being thwarted in his intention of accompanying Bill and Ben. As if not aware of his inte ntion, Cecil Lorne said: "Monte, I wish you to take half of your men and leave the other half for Buffalo Bill to command, and you attack on the right of the troopers, while he attacks on the left." "Yes, sir; but I think--" "\Vhat you think, sir, has nothing to

20 THE BUFF f\LO BILL STORIES. redskins before them and to the. mountains for she!-dead bodies of the braves killed with a knife They ter. For a while the red havoc was continued, and then the fight was ended. The sun had now risen above the tree-tops and ligl,i.ted up the sickening scene, for some tepees were on fire, dead warriors and squaws and pappooses were l ying thick about the village, while many a wounded brave was chanting forth his death-song. Here and there lay a dead and wounded trooper, with a man in buckskin, from Monte's band of scouts, .and one yo un g lieutenant was among the slain. Captain Lorne had struck a telling blow against the redskins, but his loss, too, was heavy. "Where is Cody?" asked Cecil Lorne, as the time went by and the scout failed to appear. The question remained unanswered, and when noon came he had not been seen. Then the trophies of the were gathered to gether, the dead were buried, the squaws and children were left for the fugiti \e warriors to return and care for, and, loaded down with his wounded, booty and prisoners, the iattcr chief s and prominent warriors, Cecil Lorne gave the order for the march back to the fort. But it was with a sad heart that he and Ben left the scene, as they feared that some terrible fate had befallen Buffalo Bill. CHAPTER XII. A TRIO ON A TRAIL. A grand reception greeted the return of the victo rious soldiers, but the joy of their triumph was dampened by the news that Buffalo Bill was either killed or a prisoner in the hands of the revengeful redskins, who would only be too glad to have a victim to satiate their hatred upon. His noble conduct upon the expedition again caused Colonel Barry to feel that he could not be the man that Monte represented him to be. Ben, the scout's boy pard, was also spoken of in the highest terms, for he had become a hero, having distinguished himself in the fight. The boy seemed almost crushed in spirit by the loss of his friend, but hoped that he would yet turn up. He told Colonel Barry that he had ridden to the upper pass of the Yalley, and there had found the had evidently been the guards, and had been slain by Buffalo Bill in seeking his position from which to fire when the charge was made. The day after the return of the command to the fort Ben sought the colonel, and asked. if he could be spared for several days to go upon search for the missing scout, Keno having signified his willingness to accompany him. "And I will gladly join you, Ben, if the colonel will spare me for a few days," put in Cecil Lorne, who \Vas present. "I will spare you both, for I think i t would be sa fer to go with a squadron, Lorne," a n swered the c olonel. ":\To, Colonel Barry, for we could not move with a body of men as three o f u s can," said Captain Lorne. "As you think best, then." 'Keno is one of the best Indian fighters I ever saw. and I am, as you know, colonel, not a bad scout, while Ben here is a prodigy as a prairie bo y, so we will make a strong trio on a trail, if I do say so myself.., ''\Vhen do yeu \\ish to start, Ben>" "Keno said, to-night." "I am willing, so let us make all arrangements, and l et no one kno\\' whe r e \\'e are going." Late that night, three horsemen roe.le out of the stockade, sple ndidly mounted and armed. Their ob j ect was to find so1i1e trace of the mi3sing scout. Straight to the mountains they ,, ent, Keno proving a perfect guide and trailer, and the night after leavin g the fort they camped in the Yalley where had been the Indian village. Now all was desolation, for the ashes of the tepees, the graves of the dead, and the picked bones of the animals s l ai n in battle, alone remained to greet the eye. Seeking a sheltered nook, the three hunters went! into camp, and the night passed without disturbance. But bright and early they were u p and eating their breakfast, and then Keno struck the trail of the re treating Indians, and followed it wit hoi1t the slightest difficulty. All along the trail graves were here and there, where some wounded wa rriors had died on the march. "They he\ gone ter ther upper heart o' ther h i lls,


THE BUFFA.LO B!LL STORIES. 21 nd thar we'll spy thar camp, s a id Ken o, whos e very movement in following the trail was watched y the boy waif, who was studying prairie signs with n earnestnes s that proved his intention to learn t o ecome a thorough borderman. At fir s t the trail showed tha t the r e d skins had oved rapidly, expecting pursuit by the troopers ; ,ut, finding no chase was made, they w ent along owly, and, Ken o said, had jus t three clays before 'one over the trail. "Then it cannot be far to where they a r e en mped," said Captain Lorne. '':>To, cap'n, ther main viilage o ther reel s hain't tr away, and ef they hes g o t Buffalo Bill, we'll fin d m thar." "/\ncl do you n o t think t hey have him?" l' sked Be11. yit, boy pard, but they h ain't g o in t e r delay ery long, arter arriv in in c amp. yer kin swar.' ,1 .. And clo you not think h e may hav e been \Younded ncl died. ancl b e in one o f the graves \Ye h a Y e jus t 1assecl ? "No, them \\"as all Injun graves, fer e f they hecln't leen, I'd a-dug in ter one mighty quick." Ben felt relieved at this, buts till feared t hat the cout might be tor fo recl or s l ai n before they c o u l d escue bm. How this was to b e a ccomplis h e d had not been deded upo n a s Keno s ai d : "Ther way ter do, parcls is jns t ter find your game. >t' then kill it.' That e vening the thre e campe d in a lon e ly caii.on, hich the g uide said was but a fe w miles from the Qdian camp, as he could 1)1ainly s e e b y the sign s ''vVe ll leave t her critters heur, an' then proceed r go on hoof-back," he said. They dared not build a fire to cook their supper so e what they h a d cold, ancl the n securing their orses, set forth on foot. That Keno was right about the Indian v illage b c 'i1g near \va s soon evident, for the lights of the fires oon became v i s ib le "It are thar bi g roos t whar they h es a willage r1er year round. ''The r b and starts out fer a run r o und arter 1'lunde r an' game and g it s back u p hem once c\ery ear t e r \\'inte r "Bttt, tha r h a \ in been two o' t h c r bands bit hard 1is p ast \feek or so, I guesses ithers is toddlin' back h eur ter headquarter s afo r e \\'i nter comes on," explained K eno. \ V ell K e110, there i s the village in that \ alley, so ,, hat i s to be done now?" ask e d Captain Lorne. 'Tl! teil ye r ca p'n. w h a t are ter be did." "Wha t ? ''\Ve'll strike one o ther trails leadin' out o' ther \ V illage. a n d "twon't b e long afor e we nabs s ome redskins goin i n o r o u t 'Ef t h e t d on't go. the n w e kin lo o k up ther senti n e l s, an' bag o n e o' them." "Bu t wha t for?" You ji s t let me g i t my grip on a red ni gger o a Injun. an' cf I d on't n uke him squ' a l out \\'hether B u ffa lo a r e in thet \\ illagc o r n o t, yer k i n gallop me hack to t h e r fort 1 Y ith ye; spurs on." .-\h, I s ec .'' Yas. an' I sees an innocent Injnn comin' yonder. "Heur. boy p a r d, you lariat hi m as h e goes by, fer y e r is some o n thrO\\ i n th e r rope." C l L \PTER X III. THE JlR \ \'E. Ben a t the \Yords of Keno, offering him the honor o f lassoin g the Indian. \\"lainly v i s i b l e c omingalong the trail, on his w a y t o te Yillage .. I guesses h e is e r hun ter, fer it looks es though he hed plenty o' game o n hi s pony,' s a id Keno, as t h e \ \ arrior clre \\' near e r. "Don't thro11 onlil be g its b y us. an' then let him h e\ tl : c r coil. ''1'11 s tancl yond e r so a s ter l ariat ther pony." ".\11 ... said Den. coolly and h e held hi s coiled lasso ready. having one encl fastened t o a tree. Stepping som e paces a1,ay. Ken o m ade h is lariat fa:;t to a tre e abo. and stood read y to ca t ch the pony \\ 'hen his r i d e r was p ul l e d fr o m hi s back b y the boy. :'\ earcr came the uns u s p e c ti n g w arrior, riding alongas thoug h h e w as tired out with a d ay's


22 THE BUff'J\LO BILL STORIES. for he sat loosely upon the back of his pony, whi c h could now be seen to be weighted down with game. Abreast of the crouching boy the pony came, and then pas sed on, not even pricking up )1is ears or scenting danger. Then out into the air the lariat was hurl ed, and the noose fell about the shoulders of th e am a z e d Indian, who was jerked from his pony's b a ck to t he ground with stunning force Before he could realize what had h appened, C e cil Lorne and Ben had seized him and dragged him into the bushes bordering the trail, where he w as quickly gagged and bound. In the meantime, the pony had been cleverly captured by Keno, who led him off the trail a nd re joined hi s companions. "Come, we must get ter s afer rcgi'ns tha n th ese be, pards ," said Keno, and he rai s ed the redskin to the back of his pony once more, and lecl t h e w ay t o a point some distance from the trail. At last he halted in an open s pace h e re the moonlig:ht fell full upon them, a nd placed t h e warrior before them on the ground. "In jun speak English?" he asked, quietl y TI1e warrior shook hi s he ad. "Waal, I kin speak yer lingo, reddy in a way thet'll make yer sick ," and Keno c o n t inu e d speaking in the Indian tongue: "Reds kin great warrior." The Ind1an seemed surprised to hea r hi s o wn tongue so well spoken by white lip s but an s w e r ed: "Black Cloud great warrior." "So I thought, and he don t w ant. to lo s e hi s scalp?" Of course, the reds kin desired to meet with n o such loss, and Keno continued, speaking as b efore in the Indian tongue: "If Black Cloud speaks with a straight tongue 1 will let him go fre e w hen m ys elf and p ards a r e i n safety. "If he talks crooked, I will scalp him, so that h e will be a squaw-brave, and then let him go to hi s people. "\Vhat does paleface brother want?" a s ked Blac k Cloud, more anxious to save his scalp than hi s life. Will Black Cloud speak straight?" The Indian nodded as s ent. "The Comanches under Wild Eye met. a big d e feat in the valley some days ago?" A nod was the reply. \ V a s Black Cloud there?" A n other nod show ed 'that he was "Did Comanches take any paleface prisoners?" No. "Not on e ?'' 'No.' ''D oe s Blac k Clo n d kn o w p a l eface chi e f Buffalo B ill?" Paleface F ir e Eye?" as k e d the Ind ian, a nd, r e m e m be ri n g tha t Buff a l o Bill wa s s o called by the In dia ns Ken o repli ed: ' Yes, \\ here i s Fire Eye.? B l ac k C l o ud did not kn ow, but h a d see n him i1 battle, a n d one pa l eface h a d followe d their retrea t al day, and s lain seYeml of t h e ir warriors, but the could not c aptu r e him h e said "Bill Cody, for k eeps!" cr ied Ken o, as h e in ter pre t e d for the ben efit o f Cec i l L orne and B en. "So it se ems, a n d i f so, he i s sa f e," answ e r e d th ca p tain. The n Keno as k e d B la ck Clo ud a numbe r o f othe ques ti ons, w hi ch r es nlt e d in th e dis c ove r y tha t w he t he Indi a n s found t h a t on l y o ne p a l efa c e wa s follo ing t h e m a b o d y o f pic k ed w arriors, a d oze n in num h e r an d sp l e ndidl y m o unted ha d started u po n hi t r ail, a nd h a d follO\Yed i t t o w a rd the so u th. T h ese warriors, h e s aid had not returned yet, o ha d not when h e l e ft the village halfad o z e n hour. b efo re. "Well, the Bla c k C l o u d h as spoken with a straigh t o n gue, a n d h e shal l not lo se hi s s calp. \ V hen h s h ows n s the trail t a k e n b y the braves in followin F ir e E ye, he shall go," said Keno. T h e war ri o r d e murred, bnt, find ing t h a t i t wa s hi only c hance he co n se n ted, a nd the y at on ce se t ofl for th e s p o t w here th ey had le ft t h e ir horses. :Vfountin!!, thev continued t he ir w ay un til near!) I dam1, when Black Clo u d told them t h at t h ey wen abo u t on t h e trail. T h e n they camped, a t e a good m e al from the In dia n 's game g i v in g him hi s sh a r e also, and s ecurinE him be yo nd hope o f e sc ape lay do\\'11 to rest.


THE BUFF ALO BBlL STOHIE5. 23 CHAPTER XIV. THE CHASE. It was just dawn when :Keno, with the power to an'y he wished, threw off his blanket and lied to his comrades. Instantly they were on their feet, and again the Inan's game si1ffered from the \'ery good. appetites of s three white captors. Feeling that he was to be kept faith with, the war r also enjoyed his breakfast, and, confidc:nt that was doing. no in sending three men upon the il of a dozen, he pointed out very readily the way 1ich the pur uers of Scout Cody had gone, for that none other than Bill none of the trio doubted. Keno eyed the trail closely, and set out upon it, 11lo'wing it on foot, while the others came on behind. O\Y, Black Cloud, you can go,'' said Keno, reasing the warrior and telling him to lose no time in out of sight. iAs the redskin mounted his horse a free man. Ben l;w him slightly start, and a change came o\e r his c.e, and he told his companions about it when the 1dian had ridd en off. They watched him for an instant, 2.ncl then Keno cd: ef'i\ ow, pards. \Ye']] faller this trail, fer it leads ross the prairie. and ther Injun told ther tru:J1, fer es.yer see thet thar be just thirken horses as hes ne along hyar ?" His comrades did not see that fact, but took enc/s word for it? who then said, quickly, as he need out over the prairie: "Thar, boy pard, is what made yer hjun look aJ1ge-he seen them reds a-coming." s Keno spoke he pointed.out ayer the prairie to lere a party of_ mounted warriors were Yisible, com; toward the hill s --Ha! it must he the party who pursued Buffalo 1J] !" ci.ied Cecil Lorne. rNo, there are but ten in that party, sir," said Ben. ;.I guesses thet Buffalo Bill hev got away with two t '.'em, and th er rest tuk sick and turned back," put Keno. I "\Vell, what are we to do, Keno?" : "Cap'n, we hes ter git outer these hills es quick es e kin. -.. -I ""Qui is _fresh, so ter speak. an ayed out; so,r e k1h keep ahead o'' them, wl:11te, et we remain heur, thar'Jl be h\e hundred red devils arter us afore night." "Then to the prairie we go." ''\'as, an' look thar "Ef thet varmint !iz .. in t flanked us an' are a-ridin' fer life to jine his kumra

24 THE BUFF ALO Bill STORIES. rage, and urged thei r horses on the harder, 'vvhile one of their number halted by the side of his fallen comrade. That one was Black Cloud, whose horse wa s not a s fleet as the others. But the remaining nine came on with a rush, and began steadily to gain upon their foes, who would not put their horses out at full speed unl ess driven by necessity to do so. "Try 'em again, boy pard. but don't stop to fire. "Jist let 'em hev it es we rides along." "All right, Keno," cried Ben, elated at his former success, and he threw hi s rifle to his shoulder and once more it sent forth its deadl y load. This time a mustang went down. throwing his rider over. his head. 'Well done, Ben, for he is out or" the fig ht. "Ha! there comes a volley from them," cried tain Lorne, as shot after shot was sent after the whites. "And you are hit, si r. said Ben, anxiously, a s he saw Cecil Lorne slightly reel. and his left arm drop to his side. "It is but a fle s h wound. I think,'' coolly said the officer; grasping hi s wounded arm. "This won't do, pards, fer they hes irons, too, which I didn't belie,e it o them. "'vVe must show them our animil es k:n Clrop 'em. fer thet wound hes ter be looked arter, cap'n, and I are a half-wa y-fool o' a doctor myseif. "Push 'emi pards; push th er critte;s !" In obedience to the call of Keno the three horses were put to their mettle, and instantly began to drop the surprised redskins, who believed that they hacl been urged t o t}1eir best. Chagrined.at the deception they again fired a Yol ley, which, however, fell short: but Ben suddenly reined his horse in, sprung to the ground once more, and threw his rifle across his saddle while he called out: "This is to avenge you, captain!" "And you have done it, my brave boy!" shouted Cecil Lorne. "Dtirned ef yer hain't," cried Keno as a second Indian fell like a log from his horse. Springing to his saddle again, Ben seized his bugle. which he never went without, and.instantly forth stir rin g notes as he sped along, and which brought the Indians to a sudden halt, for, unable to see o\e1 the rolling prairie beyond, they thought that then must be ca,alry ahead to which the youth was s1g naling. "Yer hes macl

THE BUFF hLO BILL STORIES: reeted with a terrific fire from Buffalo Bill's repeat-1g rifle and the other weapons. The shots emptied a number of saddles and put the emoralized redskin remnant to flight, Buffalo Bill ashing out with Ben and capturing what the boy I pposed was an Indian sub-chief, but who, the scout id: "It is a renegade white man in war paint." The man's horse had been killed and he was 1 ounded. but the scout and the boy heli:;ed him back Captain Lorne and l{eno were with Monte. "Cody; you have Monte a prisoner, I see, and he tys you accuse him falsely," said Captain Lorne. 1'0ver the hill there. sir, lie two of Alva's band of 'rail Raiders whom I killed after seeing J-iim in close .fk with them, and I captured him only after a hot :nmmage. \! '"He bas been the spy in tlie fort, sir whom we 1 l/ul d not find, and the letters I ha,e will proYe it, 1r thef,e \\ere brought to him from Alva. '"Just promi se my pri soner yonder his life if he will rifess who Alva's spy in the fort is, and see if he efS not know. for the red-painted fellow is one of b band who lived in the Indian village. "Monte sought to down me, to have ine executed a traitor. and wellnigh did it, but I hold the umps now, and one of those dead outlaws con sed to me hen d ying that he was the one who caped from the timber the other night, when 1 shot other two. and told me where to find the bodies hid for he dragged them up into the thick cedar es. and was in league "ith to kill me. /"There are the papers I took from Mon te. who me here to meet those men, anc! now ask the white negade. Captain Lorne, who this man is!" Ben as called to bring the painted prisoner there, 1t-t:he man wa s unable to come, an

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Get together now, boys, on this new contest. Make it the best yet. Lose no time, but get your entries rn early. The last contest was a corker. The names of the prize-winners will be announced in next week's issueNo. 53. Look out for them. Yours may he among them. An Adventure on Black Beard's Island. (By. W. H. Schmidt, Ga.) In the summer of 1899 I visited my uncle in Sarnnnah. When ( got there he was talking about going to Black Beard's Island, il little island about fifty-four miles up the coast, to dig up the buried treasures there. Lots of men had been there to dig up lhe treasure, but had not succeeded in doing so. My uncle se ected four of his best friends, bought provisions, tools and other things that we would need. We hired a yacht, whose owner was an old "sea dog," and tarted on the trip. We did not have any adventure on the fay worth mentioning, but I got very sea sick, and had to lie n bed for a day. The next day (that is, after we left Savan ah) we caught sight of the island. We anchored, took all our ools and implements over to the island, and then took a look over the island to see if anybody was on it, but there wasn't. We found a stream of clear water, not far from where we p _upposed the tieasure was hidden. We decided not to start to tlig up the treasure until next day, as it was about five o'clock when we got all our tools and everything else that we would need out of the boat and over to the island. 'l'hen we went fishing for oysters, for they were plentiful there. I selected a bed of, them for myself. I had got a basket half foll when all of a sudden I heard a reat splash in the water, but did not notice it and went on catching the oysters. My uncle was not very far from where I as, and had come out vf the water to the bank. He came to here I was standing waist deep in the water, then called to e to come there quick. I went to him as fast as I could. hen I got out of the water he pointed to where I was standg, and to my horror I saw about twenty-five sharks around a circle where I had been standing. They were ready to strike when I got out. I lost my oysters nd would not go back in the water to get them. I was too cared. The next day we got ready to dig up the treasure. All the en got pickaxes and started to work. I stood and looked on. fte1 a while they struck something hard. They shoveled way the dirt from around it and found that it was a cannon 'ith a ball stuck in the mouth of it. We tried to take it out, ut it '\Vas driven in too far; the cannon was so heavy that we ouldn't lift it out. We then made us a windlass and fixed it right over the ca1110n. We fastened ropes around it and tried to pull it out. We ot it started, but before we could get it out of the hole the rnn got so weak that they let the windlass go and we heard it it something hard under it that sounded like an'iron chest. ;e tried to draw it up again, but the men got too weak, and e heard something like a ship coming up. We heard the sails flapping, and then we heard the anchor chain grating along the side of the supposed ship, the men got scared anu ran away as fast as they could, for they thought that Black Beard was haunting the island. We did not try to take the cannon up any more that morning, but tried it again after dinner j but every time we tried it we heard the flapping of sails and the grating of the anchor chain, like a ship com ing to the island, and the men also got weak as before, and had to turn the windlass loo8e. After two days trying to get the treasure, but not succeed ing, we went back to Savannah, and eve.rybody came to us to hear if we succeeded in getting the treasure, our adventure was in the newspaper the next day, and I guess it wept all over the world. I went back home a few weeks later, and had to tell everybody that I met that it was true, and that I had really been there. So ends my story. A Terrible Ride. (By Samuel T. Ashcraft, Jr., N. J.) In the year 1896 I was driving a horse hitched to a cart, and had been successful enough until the middle of the morning, when the horse became frightened at a piece of paper beside the road, and started to run away. I was standing on the shaft at the time and had no footing to bold the horse. While I was trying to stop him we came to a piece of rough road, and my foot slipped. I fell head downward, but managed to catch the cart shaft with my hands and one foot. All of a half an hottr I had to sustain myself in this way, every moment I was becoming weakened and my head only six inches from the wheel. Then the horse dashed into the yard, and one of the men caught it. When it halted I fainted. When I came to it was to find myself in my bed with my mother bending over me. It was just two hours after I fainted. In the Wild West Show. (By Billy Windle, Ill.) Although I am only eighteen years old, I believe I have had an accident worth mentioning. During the season of 1901 I was out with Buffalo Bill's West Show. I was one of the Rough Riders, and in the early part of October while we were showing at Ccntmlia, Ill., it fell to my lot to ride one of the worst horses that we carried. It was an Arizona horse, and called the "man killer." I had ridden him many times with out accident; bnt time as I was mounting he commenced ..


.. I 28 1'HE BU ff ALO BILL STORIES. bucking, an my gra\ e. Caught In a Hole. ( (By Morris Brown, N. S.) About four years ago I was living 'in a double hollse when the following ihcident took place: One Sunday morning the woman who lived in the other end of our house came running in, saying that the house was on fire around the pipe and would soon spread. The only way to get at it was through a small hole in the ceiling about two feet square. My mother lifted me up and handed me a bucket of water, but it was spread too much for me to master. Mother got frightened and ran out to get help and left me up in the hole. My eyebrows and hair were scorched and I could not see, I thought I would smother, when my brother, who was six years older and who hadn't been out.of bed for three months, heard he1 holler, and jumped ottt of bed, ran upstairs and lifted me down. The people soon had the fite out after using quite a lot of water. J

BOYHOODS O F FAMOUS MEN. This department contains e a ch week the s t ory of t he e arly c a reer o f s ome celebra te d Ame rican. W a tc h for these stories and read them, boys. The y are of t h e most fa s cinat ing i nteres t. Those a l ready published a re : N o. B u ffalo Bill ; No. 2 -Kit Ca rson; N o. 3-Texas J ack; No. 4 Col. Daniel Bo one; N os. 5 and 6 David Crock ett; No. 7 G enera l S a m Hou st o n ; Nos. 8 a nd 9 Le w i s W et zel; Nos. lO a n d H C a pt. John Sm ith; No. 1 2 W il d Bill ; No. 13D r. Fr ank Powell, the S urge on Scout; N o H Bucksk in Sam; No. is-S e neca Adams ("Old G rizzly'' Adams); N o 16-Pon y Bob (Bob Hasl am); "fo. 17M a jor John M Bu rke ( Arizon a Jack ) ; No. l8-K.it C arso n Jr.; N o. 1 9 C harles Emm ett ( Das hin g -arlie ) ; No. 20 Alf S l ade ; No. 21Arirona Cha1'1ie ( C harlie Mead o ws); N o 22-Yello w H air, the White oy Chief ( W i lli a m B u r gess ) ; No. 23Broncho Billy ( Will ia m Pow e ll ) ; No. 24-S qu a w-Man J a c k (John N elson ) ; o. 25 M aj or L amar Fontaine (the Sharpshooter King) ; N o. 2 6 Bu ck T a y lor (King of the Cowbo y s ) ; No. 7 Bruin .A.dam s (J. F. C. Adams); No. 28 C alifor n i a Joe; No. 29P a w nee B ill ( Go r don L ill y ) No. 30Night =Hawl{ George. ( GEORGE E. POWELL. ) The fate of Geor g e Powell cas t h i ro i n Texas, in the Indian o untry, when a boy not much beyond t h e starting o f his teens." L ike all boys "to the border born," h e was thoroughly eduated b efore hi8 thirteenth year i n the necessary accomplish1ent s that o n e had to po8sess to make his way in life in that a r t of the count l'y, and he was not long in making a recor d n d convin ci ni; the wild character8 of the plai nll, the Indi:i.n s nd a l s o hi s friends, that he was in every way t hornughly able o take care of himself. George had had an adventure with a n Indian chief, w h o, eeiag his youth, had thought to take from h iro lli s fine weap ns, M exican saddle and bridle, and outfit in g enera l. The boy' s pony t h e chief thought he would take simply a s a ack animal for h e r ode a magnificent. black hoise, the finetlt nimal, Georg e decided, that he had ever seen. Of this h o r se G eorge had heard, fo 1 be h a d been told that ight Hawk, a noted Comanche chief, had captured a wild lack stallion, the king of all prairie mnstangs, and which I nians and whites had long sought to capture, but in vain. The handsome red war bonnet and st1pe1b black horse told eorge who the Indian chief was, and he kne\\ alR o that he ad a very d angernus and merciless redskin to deal with. But t h e boy would not be robbed, and the Ni ght Hawk made 1 e mistake of thinking that h e would. "Boy g ive Ni ght Hawk saddl e, bridle antl weapons." "No, you d o n t "Kill -boy and take nll." "Is that your game?" "Me kill boy if he don't." If I do?" "Me take all, and let b o y go.' George saw thut the chief intended to do what he said, and e had an arrow fittetl to his bow to carry out hfa threat. But the boy had a t rick np his s leeve-a revoher ready to rop into his hand; but h e said: "Don't rob me." "Yes, will.'' D o n't kill me. "Ye s will-want SC'al p.'.' You wan t me to give v ou "Ye s, in heap hurry." "Take that." The c hief took it-a bullet c r ashi!}g i n his brain. The aim o f t h e boy had b e e n sure. 'the result was that George got the bonnet o f the chief, who a s known to b e a very merciless fellow w ith a band of !'eel 1tthroats at h i s back. H e also got the l nce, weapo11s and h orse of t h e chief, a11C{ Jed away muc h pleased with h imHelf and the stor y sp!'eadg, h e found himsel f more of a hero t han eve1 When it became known that little George Powell had killed the Comanche chief, Night Hawk, t6.e terror of the prairies h e as envied by m any for tbe c apture of "Black Wind, as the Indians hnn named the splendid bll:ck horse, and praised by all for his pluc k. The Texa s Rangers came in a body to sec t h e boy, a n d namecl h i m then anrl there, "Night-Hawk George." It seemed that. goo d luck crowded upon the heels of t h e boy, for some m onths after, while far away from the settlements on a lone hunt, as was often his cu stom, he heard distant fir ing, and sea!'ching to di scover the caus e, he beheld in the dis tance ::tu emi g r a n t train upon the prairie "standing off" a larg e force of India n s that h a d a ttacked it. George knew that his rifle would have been of little u se, and he a w tha t t h e emig1ants c ould hold their own until night, but that under cove; of the darkness overwhelming numbers w ould tell against the whites. He was jus t twenty miles from the fort, and it was about t w o o'clock. "I kno w Black Wind ca11 m a k e it in less than t\vo hours but it w ill take the caYalry thre e to mount and ieac h here, and it's jus t five t o dark, so here goes." I,ike the v ery wind, h e sped away, and the Black Wind was pushed very hard indeed, n n d when iu just one hour and fifty minutes h e darted int o the fo r t he was white with foam and gaunt as a g rn y h o11nd. T h ro w ing his r ein t o nn orde rJ,, Geo r g e d nshed into the colonel's quarters un::innounc cd and the news he brought create d excitement tn the fort, and there wa s saddllng a n d brirlling of h o r s e s, arming of meo, and fo rming of troope r s i n hot haslc. Geor g e rode t o the h ead of the troopers aod took his place by the major w h o was to go in command, and in just twenty minu tes fro m his coming he devarted in relie f fo1 the train of the emigrants. But the 111ajor w a s most willing .and p referred that h0rse fic s h sho uld st1ffer rathe r than whites shottld be ruthlessly butchered, and darkness was just creeping over the prairie when the troopers drew up their panting horses, and the co m and George rode to the top of the divide to g lance over 111to the ho110 w 'fhey had heard firing for some time, and now saw t hat the emigrant s were in corral with their wagons anct around them w ere encamped on the prairie s everal hundred Comanche war l'iors. "By H e aven! Geo rge, you have saved them, for that train could never ha e '>Yi th stood a charge in the darkness from that b a n r l of wn "Bnt we'll give them a s urprise party in a li ttle while," sai d the major. H e then diYided h i s forc e into two companies o f sixty men


30 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. each, and as the laggards had all come up, prepared for a charge upon the redskins, attacking them upon two sides so as to drive them in range of the rifles of the emigrants. The redskins, wholly unsuspecting the presence of the 1cavalry, for they had cut off all escape from the train, so that 'no one could give the alarm, formed their plan of attack, summoning all, except the sentinels surrounding the corral of the wagons, for the council. As they were separating, formed in four parties to charge from as many different directions they were startled by a ringing cheer, and instantly over the rise a squadron of ca v alry charged upon them. Though surprised, the savages turned to their fo es, for they could see that they outnumbered them; but as they did so, the second squadron came into view, and with ringing cheers, and the Comanches saw that they were fairly caught between two fires. To fight they knew would be useless, and to fly was their only course to pu rsue, and to do this they came under the fire of the emigrants who, wild with delight, rushed out in a mass and aided the troopers. It was no longer an attempt now at fighting with the Indians, and in wild dismay they fled, pushed hard by the victorious troopers, whose carbines brought m any a redskin and pony down. But the cavah-y horses were too worn out by their hard gal lop to make it a hot chase for the rested ponies of the Comanches, and Black Wind alone seemed to be fresh, and carried George ahead of all the others. One by one the troopers stopped and gave up the chase, and an hour after all had assembled on the battlefield to bury the dead and care for the wo.unded, for the Indians had hit back savagely, while the emigrants were also sufferers, but thanked the majoi: most warmly. As he told them that George was the one to thank, he looked around for the youth, but nowhere could he be found, and a gloom f ell upon all, for a sergeant reported that he was last seen close on the heels of the Indians and alone. Brave as the boy was, they all knew that he was not foolhardy enough to continue the chase alone, and all feared the worst had happened to l;iim. The major gave orders for rations to be cooked and all to be ready to start ut the first dawn of day to look for the missing youth. The cause of George's not appearing was very easily ac counted for by him, and the fault lay with Black Wing. The trouble was that the mustang "felt bis oats,'' so to speak, and the gallop to the aid of the emigrant train was to him but a preparatory run for a long trip. Whether he recognized by instinct old friends in the Comanches, George did not know ; but certain it is that he quickly distanced the troopers, and gave such ample opportunity for drawing a closer bead upon the flying Indians that for a while the youth was delighted. But at last, discovering that he alone was driving several hundred redskins before him, he became fairly frightened at the immensity of the undertaking and at once drew rein. But drawing rein with Black Wind was one thing, and stopping him was another. The harder he pulled the more the mustang seemed to like it, and George soon realized that he might as well try to stop the "Injuns" in his front as the horse he rode. His mouth was a hard one, and George had not put on his Mexica bridle, which was !t jaw-breaker. The mustang realized this. He tried every art known to riders, but they were of no use; then he tried to go in an oblique direction, but to no avail. As he d:i;ew near the Indians George thought he would jump off a'nd walk back; but he did not wish to lose either the horse or hi$ fine saddle, and would not do that till the last. But' the soon came, and the young boy knew he must jump, for the Comanches were not fifty yards ahead of him. He feared he would break his neck, and expected to break an arm, or his rifle; but he was in a desperate situation, and it required desperate'measures to extticate himself. He slung his rifle upon his back, fastening it to his belt, and was preparing to slide off, when suddenly behind him came a score of horsemen, having turned into the chase from one side. .A.t first his hea-rt gjlve a leap of joy, for he thought they must be troopers; but the next instant showed him his mistake, as he was surrounded by Comanche warrior,i;, the sen ti- nets of the party who had escaped and consolidated to join in the fight or flight with thefr comrades, as the case might be. Instantly their keen eyes saw that he was a paleface and almost as quickly he knew that h e was a captive, for they threw their lariats around him as they rode and soon had him at their mercy. Fortunately for George, the redskins were too much taken up with their flight to stop and give an entertainment with him, and when after an all-night ride they saw his face, they concluded t o carry him on to their village in the mountains, for they recognized in him the youth who had killed their chief. George was not proficient in the Comanche tongue, and yet he saw and heard and understood enough to know that they regarded him as a valuabl e prisoner, and he regreLted th they h eld such a high opinio n of him, for it would be th much harder to get away, although from the moment of capture he had been plotting to escape. But into the village he was taken, and when the stay home brnves and the squaws heard of the defeat of the w party, and the capture of George, he did not know wheth they felt more sorrow for their losses, or more joy at his b e i a prisoner. He was, of course, subjected to insults at the hands of t squaws and children, his hair was pulled until hethoughteac old hag and papoose would get a separate scalp lock, and was a relief to him to be at last taken to the guard tepee a thrown in, securely bound hand and foot. So thoroughly worn out was George after all he had pass through that he went into a sound sleep as soon as he was le to himself, for the stolid, hideous guard outside the tepee l! 11im se,erelv alone. H e wa s awakened by hearing these words spoken in En li sh: "Boy, you've got into the hands of the Philistines, I see," George was slightly bewildered at first, but soon regain his scattered se nses, and saw seated on the ground near him small, wiry-looking Indian, at first glance. Looking close he saw a white face, visible here and there through the w paint. Determined not to show what he felt, George indifferently: "Yes, the red Philistines have got me, sure." "You are not a soldier?" "No." "What then?" "A scout. "Rather young for that." "I am old enough, and from present prospect"s as old a ever will be," was the laconic response. 'l'he renegade laughed at the remark, and said: "YOU take it cool." "What's the use of taking it otherwise?" "That's so; but the reds will make it hot for you." "I expect that." "They think of making an exam pie of you." '!'hat' s what the teachers used to d o with rue,'' and Geor laughed at the remembrance of the floggings an old ma teacher and a dominie u s ed to giYe him, and, as they said: "Make an example of him fo r the other scholar.a." Well, you are a merry one, sure,'' said the r'enegade. "Where did you come from?" "Say, Miste r Renegade, there are more questions Jn.you tha in a catechism '., The man laughed again, and said, in a not unkindly tone: "Answer me a few questions." "You are worse than a pump; but go on with your cat chising,'' said Geo rge, doggedly. '! Well, where are you from?" 1'fexas." "But before you came here'?' "New York State." i'I thought so, for you have a face to remember, as mother and two brothers have, for you are a Powell." '"Yes, you do know me-I am Night-Hawk George Powe no\v ranching in Texas." "Well, I'm a bad man, gone clean to the dogs, but I nev forget a good deed, for your brother Frank s a ed my life so :vears ago, and your mother and you boys took care of me your home for months--"


THE BUFFALO Bill STORIES. 31 "You Burt Sawyer." "Yes, fugitive from justice as I was, you and yours, because was found wounded and starving and taken llome by your rother Frank, cared .for me, and gave me a chance to escape. "I am now whttt you see me, a renegade chief; but I will cipt you as my son, and you will help me out in it until you n escape. "I \Vill take your horse, )for I know hitn, and when are ady to escape you shall have him. "Now, do as I say, or the Indians will burn you." This the Indians came very near doing; but the renegade ved George at the last moment of hope. The Indian boys p icked on him, but soon got enough of at, and at last he was let alone and liked. It was n year before the boy found the _slightest chance to cape, and then he took all chances1 as he learned that a large rce of the Comanches were to shortly attack the foi-t, swoop ro11gh the settlement and escape. The l'enegade 'i\as to lead them, and to prevent his ri and the people of the whole world will continue to admire the King of Scouts whose remarkable e:xhib!tions of his amazing skill with rifle and revolver are given in his popular '-'VILD "'V{TJ.-i')ST SHO"\.V., Our boys deHght in f).im, and t he best stories of his Hfo and exploits are to be found only in the 3\!FFALO WEEKL l, I=::::::::;::::::::::========-=== the one publication authoriitd by him which contains the only and authentic accounts pf the wild career and thrilHng advenhm:s of the g1eat plainsman : Strut & Smith are the only pubHsh ers by Col. Cody himself to publish stories of his life.


BlJFF !\LO BILL STORIES (LARGE SIZE.) --------Containing the Only Stories Authorized by Hon. WILLIAM F. CODY ("Buffalo Bill"). 25-Buffalo Bill's Warning; or, Malo, the Mexican's Death Deal. 26-Buffalo Bill and the Prairie Whirlwind ; or, The Three J\ vengers. 27-Buffalo Bill Entrapped; or, The Phantom of the Storm. 28-Buffalo Bill in the Den of the Ranger Chief; or, One Chance in a Thousand. 29-Buffalo Bill's Tussle with Iron Arm, the l\,"tnegade; 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 A.lone in Dead Man's Gulch. 32-Buffalo Bill in Massacre Vallev; or, The Search for the Missing Ranger. 33-Buffalo Bill in the Hidden Ret1-eat; 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 Medicine Man. 36-Buffalo -Bill and the Woman in Black; or, In League with the Toll-Takers. 37-Buffalo Bill and the Haunted Ranch; or, The Disappearance of the Ranchman's Daughter. 38-Buffalo Bill and the Danite Kidnapers; or, The Green River Massacre. 39-Buffalo Bill's Duel; or, Among the Mexican Miners. 40-Buffalo Bill and the Prairie Wolves; or, Hunting the Bandits of Boneyard Gulch. 41-Buffalo Bill at Painted Rock; or, After the Human Buzzards. 42-Buffalo Bill and the Boy Trailer; or, After Kidnappers in Kansas. 43-Buffalo Bill In Zigzag Canyon; OJ", Fighting Red iiugh's Band. 44-Buffalo Bill's Red Allies; or, Hand to Hand with the Devil Gang. 45-Buffalo Bill in the Bad Lands; or, Trailing the Veiled Squaw. 46-Buffalo Bill's Trail of the Ghost Dancers; or, rhe Sioux Chief's Secret. 47-Buffalo Bill's Deadliest Deal; or, The Doomed Desperadoes of Mine. 48-Buffalo Bill's Secret; or, The Trail of a Traitor. 49-Buffalo Bill's Phantom Hunt; or, The Cold Guide of Colorado Canyon. 50-Buffalo Bill's Brother in Buckskin; or, The Redskin Lariat Rangers. 51-Buffalo Bill's Trail of the Man Tigers; or, The Doom of the Branded Hand. Ba.ck numbers always on If you cannot iret them from your newsdealer, five cents a copy will bringthem to you, by mail, postpaid. STREET & Vublishers, 238 WIL-L-IA .. JVI NE'VV YORK CITY. I


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