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of the fort; atid. dee roar of the cannon made the earth trembie. The cheers of the solcliers on the prairie, mingling with the bqrsting shells, the rattle of small-arms, thu11dering of hoofs and \\ild cries of the savages, made up a scene that \\"as appalling in the increasing gloom of nightfall. i:;ut the fire of the :trti)lecy from the fort, sending shells into the of the redskin horsemen, spread terror-into their ranks, and turned and fled to the timber for shelter, though, with Indian pluck, dragging their dead and wounded with them. LouC: rang the cheers from the battalion on the prairie and thev \\"ere answered by the soldiers in the fort, who still se11t shells flying into the timber. "Captain Vaughan, I thank you for your prompt :;ict in our great peril, for, but tor your heavy guns, they would have swept oYer us,., said the officer commanding the force now marching into the fort, and addressing a young and handsome man, who qune fonvard to greet them. "It was not my Lhought, colonel, for I meant to ri

q'ffE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 3 It \\as night, and a force of cavalry had just arrived in the barracks, bringing dispatches from frontier posts further west, and also the nC\\s that the Sioux were on the warpath. As he sat in his cozy quarters, reading over the various docwnents lying before him, his firm face darkened, and, springing to his feet, said, aloud : "This must not be; no, it must not be, for there is some wrong here .. He read over one of the papers again, and then cnlled to an orderly, who at once presented himself at the door with a salute. "Orderly, ask Buffalo Bill, my chief of scouts, to come here." The orderly disappeared, and soon the noted borderman, whose name is known the world over, and who was then winning his name, presented himself before General Custer. "Sit down, Bill, and I want to ask you what you think of sending a man to Colonel Y ulee on a most important niission "The colonel is at Fort Advance, is he not sir?" "Yes."' "The Sioux are thick between here and there, sir." "I knO\\" that well, and my reports t onigJ1t show that matters are in a very precarious position on the far border, though, of course, there is no fear for Fort Ad vance. as Yulee has a company of artillery, a hundred cayalry and twice as many infantry, and five thousanJ Sioux could not capture him; but it is on another qnestio11 I one of your best men to go." "Tt seems a question, general, of certain death; but I will go an

4 l'Hf. BU ff J\LO BILL STORltS. with a second animal, equally as good, following like a dog behind him. "God bless you, Bill!" cried the general, as the daring scout rode away, and after him rang cheers from half a thousand throats, for all knew that he was going to face appalling odds, and bound on a mission to save a human life, risking his own in the effort to do so. When Buffalo Bill left the encampment of General Custer, and rode forth in the darkness, no one more than he knew the desperate dangers that would beset his path. A child of the border, for from early boyhood he had been a dweller upon the plains, he knew the Indian cun ning as few other men did, and when the Sioux were on the warpath against the further outposts and settlements, he ,..,as aware that it meant a cruel struggle for mastery; ere the redskins could be put down. Aware of the positions of the different outposts and forts, and where the settlements were, he could judge just what the course of the Indians would be. Their hiding-places he knew, and their intentions he c:ould readily guess at. To reach Fort Advance he had to pass through the midst of their roving hostile bands, and with no succor from a paleface near. Fort Advance was the strongest of the line of forts, and no fear was to be felt for its garrison, as it was pro Yisioned at all times to guard against a siege. \Vith no hope perhaps of taking the fort, the redskins would surround it, to prevent reinforcements from beini; sent from there to aid smaller outposts and settlements. I Thus would Fort Advance be completely surrounded, and with a line of redskins to break through, it would be a death gantlet he would have to nm to reach the place. The fort was situated upon a hill, heavily timbered, and it had stockade walls and strong breastworks. A swift-flowing stream wound around the base of the hill, so that the splendid water supply could not be cut off, a bend !n the creek being included in the fortified line. There. were good cabins for the soldiers, excellent quar ters for the C'f'.cers ample stable-room and plenty of tim .. her. The parade ground was on the at the base of the slope, and hardly an eighth of a mile distant. Kearly a mile across the prairie was a ridge, heavily timbered, but all around the fort was under the sweep of the battery of six guns, twelve and six pounders, lately sent there, and the existence of which the Indians had not found out. Knowing the country as he did, Buffalo Bill chose the shortest way, and pressed on at a pace which he meant his hories should keep up as long as it was possible for them to do so. After two hours' steady travel, the halted for ing, some day it will come to Kar to the death between us." "\Veil, find me ready; but I choose my way and you take yours." The man was tall, of muscular build, and was dressed in Indian costume, from headdress to moccasins. He wore a belt in which were three revolvers and a. knife, carried a repeating rifle across his Mexican saddle, and a lariat hung over the horn. A bow and arrows also were part of his equipment, while in one hand he held a long lance, such as are ried py the Comanche India.us. His beard and hair \Vere worn very long, and his face


THE BUFFALO B ILL STORIES. 5 woulo have made a good artist's model for l\Iephisto, so full of deviltry and cunning was it. He had been a scout for the army, had married the pretty daughter of a Sioux chief, and had then turned renegade against the whites, leading the redskins against his ow1i race. A reward was offered for his head, and Buffalo Bill had long wished to capture him, but for some reasons of his own he preferred peace just then. "Are you leading a scouting party, Bill, and how far back are they?" asked the renegade. And there was a shadow of anxiety in his tone. "No, I am carrying dispatches to Fort Advance. Do you ride that way, for I would not mind company?" "Yes, I'm going that way; but your dispatches must be urgent. for 1 see you bring two horses and haYe them hard." "Yes, my dispatches are important, :.\Jelmer, for it is known that you are on the "arpath with your red devils." "That is a mistake." "You are certainly not here alone?" "No; I have a hunting party of braves with me, and got separated from them in chasing buffalo." "Have you been chasing buffalo, Max?" "Not on that horse, for he is as fresh as a p11ame f!o\ver." ''He don't show work," was the evasi.-e reply. ''He is a splendid animal." ''He is, indeed, for there is not one on the plains that can run longer and faster," the renegade declared, proudly. '"Where are you to join your hunting party?" "Up toward Fort Advance." "Then we go some distance together." 'tYes; and I am glad of it, Bill, for I have never wanted to be foes with you." "You should never have turned renegade, then." The man laughed and replied : "Every one to his taste, for I like the wild life I lead." ''Is that one of your braves yonder?" Buffalo Bill pointed over the prairie to the right as they rode along, arrd the renegade turned his head to look ; but h e quickly found that he had made a mistake, for a revoher was thrust against his temple and Buffalo Bill said: "You arc my game, Renegade J\Ieltner !" The quiet smile on the face of Buffalo Bill was in strange contrast to the look of horror upon that of the renegade. The latter was too thorough a borderman not to know that the scout meant just what he said. He was aware that a movement of his hand would cause that firm finger to draw on thy trigger a bullet ould go crashing through his brain. So h e hissed : "You are treacherous B uffal o Bill." "Oh, no, for I said there was no friendship, and I tend there shall be peace by nipping your claws," and as he spoke he took from the prisoner his rifle, belt of arms, arrows and lance Then he felt about his body for any concealed weapon, still holding his revolver at a level and finding none, fook the lariat and quickly bound the renegade' hands. "NO\\", lVJax, \Ye will change horses ." "Are you going to steal my horse?" "No; I'm going to let you ride one of mine. It will be safer for me should \\'C meet that hunting party cif braves, you know." 'Oh! but 1 \Yill get even \\ ith you some day, Buffalo Bill." "You are in no position to threaten, :-Jax so do not do so." The scout then made his prisoner mount his horse as s oon as he had changed the saddles and bridles, and the splendid animal of the ren egade seemed to prefer the change to the lighter one. "l'\ ow, :Max Mehner, we will ride on at a brisk ca.uter, and if we meet your red hunters, you'll prove a pretty good hostage, so that I can go throi1gh in safety." "They aie not on the warpath, I told you, only a hunting party, so they will not harm you." ''I won't tl'ust them any more than I will their pale face chief. "No, you shall take me through their lines in safety, or I will k-111 you and ri?k it alone." "If I pass you through the redskins will you let 1rie go free?' "No." "\i\Thy not?" "I want you." "\,Yhat for?" "As a present to Colonel Yulee who comma.nds Fort Advance." "He will hang me." "It i s just what you deser'1e." ''I'm rich, Buffalo Bill, and I'll pay you you-r price if you will let me go." "Your money was made by murder, horse stealing a11d pillaging the settlers, and I would not touch it." ''I will give you full right to go over the plains, unmolested by any redskins." "I do not ask your protection." "Do not take me to the fort." 'I will if I can get you there." "You will never do that."


6 THE BUff'AL O BlLL S T ORlf:S. ''Why do you think so?" I have fifteen hundred mounted warriors be tween here 2nd Fort Advance." "I am glad to know your force." "Oh, I don't mind telling you, for I know you will get through." "And you have fifteen hundred ,\arnors on the war-. path?" "I have." "You expect to capture Fort Advance?" "Yes, easily." "I donht it." "I have five hundred braves along the line of settle .. ments and outposts, and a thousand now waiting for me to lead them on Fort Advance." "A large hunting party, surely; but it seems you are after human game?" "I am, and you will be my first victim." "How so?" "You w.ill soon be my prisoner." "No, I may be taken by the Sioux, I admit, but you'll not be at the scalp-dance held in honor of my scalplock." "Why so?" "I shall kill you, Renegade Mehner, the moment your braves fire on me." "Do you intend to attempt to break through the line?" "I do." "You are a fool." "Thank you." "Do you kno,.,. a piece of timber this side of Fort Ad vance?" "I think I do." "Vv ell, I have a thousand horses there, and all around the fort, by to-night, I will have a line of warriors, though they will not be seen, of course." "\i\That will the scouts in the fort be doing not to know ?" you are near "\Ve will only move near by dark, and then charge the fort." "A nice little scheme; but you tell your plans before hand." "I talk to you as to a dead man, for you will not be alive at sunset." "I see," and the scout smiled. ''You sneer at the ide;;." "I never sneer at death, Renegade Mehner, for it is too sudden to fool \\ith ; but I have hopes of eating sup per in the fort." "Your horses won't hold out to get there." ''Yours will," was the laconic response. They had been riding on at a brisk canter while talk ing, the scout's horses tired, and with drooping heads, but the splendid roan of the renegade fresh and anxious to go. It was very evident to the scout that the renegade had just ridden out' of some camp near, when he met him, and that he had made a lucky escape, for certainly the redskins had not seen him. The scout could see by the expression upon the face of Max Melmer, that he felt no anxiety as to the result, and this convinced him that the renegade had told him the truth regarding the Indians between them and Fort Advance. Crossing the level stretch. of prairie, they advanced toward some scattering timber land, which was broken and rolling. "Your braves are in yonder timber," said the scout. "How do you know?" "Because beyond the half mile of timber cover the prairie is open all around the fort excepting the ridge you speak of, and it can be approached by horsemen without being seen by the sentinels." "The leading bodies of my braves are already at the ridge, but you will have several hundred to break through before you get out of yonder timber," was the renegade's reply, and he smiled with perfect confidence. "You are right, for we are already seen, as I notice mounted warriors in the timber land." "Yes, they see us, so you had better accept my offer.'' "I make no terms with you, Max Melmer; but I warn yon that I will kill you if you give any alarm or sign," was the stern response. Then he added: "Come!" He had the three horses now abreast, and the one rid den by the renegade next to him. The third animal carried no load, but was fastened by his stake-rope to the horse ridden by the renegade. The scout had fastened the lance of Max in such a position that it would look as though he was carrying it, and thus they rode on. Nearer and nearer they approached the timber, and the Sioux warriors saw them coming, but beholding their chief, had no idea that he was a prisoner. "Not a word or a sign, sir! "Tf they speak to you, order them to await your re turn," hisse

THE. BUFFALO BILL STORIES. -Others on foot 11ear their ponies, but all watching their chief a11d th{' famous scout whom they now recognized as the enemy of their race. A few t1101' e rods and the line wotdd be passed and then the scout would have nothing betveen him and the fort excep ting the warriors on the ridge awaiting nightfall to attack, and he could not be s e en by these until too late to cut him off. The renegade was now livid, for he saw that the scout held h1s hands behind him, as though t appear that he was the captive. :Beath by hanging would be bis fate there, and h e would risk the bullet of the scout. for he knew the noble nq.ture of Buffalo Bill, and could not believe he would shoot him bound as he 1': as and unable to protect him s elf. So raising his deep voice he shouted in the Sionx tongue, which the scout understood well: "Vv' arriors, your white chief is the pri soner of Buffalo I.:ill; so fire 011 him if you kill me!" A yel1 broke from half a hundred braves who heard the. "ords, and rifles cracked and arrows flew. Down went the horse ridden by the renegade, and the horse hitched to him, tired and tottering, was dragged to the earth with him. But the roan bounded on under the spurs of Buffalo Bill, and escaping 1the hot fire, he rode through the tim ber like a deer. Then a dash across a i lain at terrific speed up a ri s e, and the fort came in view. :Nearer and nearer, urged by the cruel s purs, the roan drew to the fort, while the eyes of Buffalo Bill were n<>w fxi:d upon the solemn scene of execution. He knew what it meant, and he knew too that the were ignorant of the savage horsemen in -hid!ng anc! .soon to dash out upon them. Kearer and nearer, the. sound of hoof falls unheard -:>n the soft prairie grass,_ until he was near enough to hear the or<; k,. of the officer: Then came in thl\nder tones: "Hold! I ha Ye that man's pardo11 CHAPTER III. .. .. THE NIGHT SEARCH ... The sudden appearance, wholly une:-.:pected, :of a thousand redskins in the vicinity of the fort; had at once put the garrison pn the alert, and preparations were made .or a siege or a fight. The artillery gave great confidence to all, for it was well known in what feq.r the redskins stood of the "hors e guns," as they called the cannon. Still nothing as n e glected and the solclien; were all at their posts The going 011t of the daring scout was seen by many, and the whisper ran the rounds of the works that Bttffalo Bill was the bold courier who had brought the pardon of Sergeant Drew, and that he had gone out to bring in the soldier whom he clid. not believe had been killed l;>y the straggling fire of the execution squad. A hush fell upon the garrison at the news, and all waited in breathless suspen s e for hi s coming bask. Leaving the fort, the scout made his way in a crouching attitude t o11arcl the parade g-round the s cene of th e executi"on . He kn e that s e veral soldiers had fallen. who had iiot b e en brought off the field, and he did not think that the 'rnuld do aught more until they recovered their s hock. or the arrival of their white chief, whom the s cout knew had not be e n s hot having with his horse, as he )Ve nt clown b e ing bound to the saddle. The 1 ; en e gacle might be hurt, but he did not think h e was d e ad and he knew t he Tndians 1yo11lcl not m a ke any impo1'ta11t m o v e until ga 1e them orders In their retreat, under the fire of the h e avy guns; which they had not e xpected to find at the fort, the redskins had carried off their killed and wounded, but the scout wa.;; aware that under the' cov e r of darkness they v\ ould c one upon th e fie ld to g e t the trappings fro m their d ead poni e s, while s 9111e 11 ould venture to the parade groJnd to scalp the slain or wounded soldiers If they got th e re befor e he aid it would be nou s e to look for S ergeant Dre w for, dead or alive, he would be s calp e d along with other unfortunates who might have faHen with him . That he was taking desperate chances he was well aware; but his eyesight was better than that of' any In dian he had ever met, he was a shot, powerful as a giant and knew not what fear was. As he neared the parade ground he got down upon his knees, pressed his ear upon the prairie and thus listened for some time. Then he crept on gradually, nearer and nearer to the sc e ne of the ex. ecution. The night was very dark, for cloud s obscured the stars, and it was not possible to see an object at sixty paces distant. and: nea,rer <;:r-ept .the-scout, until the absence of grass beneath him told him tha.t he was upon the well beaten-down parade and drill ground. Presently his eyes fell upon a dark ahead. Halting a.nc} gazing at _it, he that it was a form;_ but dea9 or a live he did not know. "Two s9ldiers fell who were not brought off, they told


8 THE BU ff .J\LO BILL STORIES. me., s0, with Sergeant Drew. there will be three," he muttered to himself. Creeping neare_ r he saw another form, a short distance to the right, and still further on he beheld the third. To this one he made his way first, for just here should lie the sergeant, whether dead or alive. He reached the form. bent ove: it, placed his band upon the heart and said: "He is dead." Then his eyes fell upon another dark object, and creeping to it, he saw that it was the coffin of the condenp1ed man, and in it lay a rope to lower it into the grave dug near Ly. He was about to return to the body when bis eyes saw a shadowy form coming toward him. Instantly Buffalo Bill dropped down behind the coffin, into the grave, while he muttered grimly: "Let that :-edskin come on for I've got a coffin here ready for him, and a grave, too!" The Indian, as the scout now saw it was, came on i>lowly and with noiseless tread. He was evidently the advance scout for others, coming for the scalps of the fallen oldiers. An Indian who was cautiously approaching the open grave. in which crouched Buffalo Bill, and by the side of which was the coffin intended for Sergeant Dre\\ ca.me on with the air of one who seemed to have more fear of the living than the dead. The Sioux had seen that several soldiers had falle11 under their fire ; but so demoralized had the'y been by the fite 9f the artillery from the fort that they had not ra: lied very quickly and it had been dark some time before it entered the heads of some oI the bolder ones to go after the sc alps as a slight return for what they had lo s t. So a chief went ahead, wishing to add greater glory t:::his name. and ordered his braves to follow at quite a distance behind. ] t was this chief, thirsting for redskin glory, who w;:is ma king his way toward the scout. He saw the open grave, the coffin and the body Hear, as he stood contemplating the sce ne. : He did not, however, see t he inhabitant of that o;ien grave Having taken i n the situation, h e approached the cofl i n first. J t was not the Indian way to box up the dead, aud this instance of civilization on the part of the >palefaces to interest him, fo;r he sat down upon the c offin, though he wished to contemp late, as a cat would a mouse, the body lying near, ere he scientifically deprived the head of its scalplock, according to the custom of his fathers. H e had hardly taken his seat, when up the scout; his hands closed about the neck of the redskin with vise like grip, and he was dragged backward into the pit. That there was a desperate struggle going on. in that sepulcher was evident from the hard breathing and dulf blo;vs that came from there. Then all was still, and a form peered above the grave. It was Buffalo Bill. He gfanced out quickly and eagerly across the prairie, and down he went of sight The cause of this was in seeing a dozen forms coming across the prairie and not fifty feet away. They looked as shadowy as spectres, and were as silent; but they were Indians, and most dangerous customers. "They've got me in a hole," thought Buffalo Bill, mak ing this gTim joke of hi s perilous situation. Silently they came on, and in a few seconds halted, for their eyes had fallen l1pon the various dark objects berore them They recognized the <:lea

THE BU ff ALO BILL STOR I ES. the peculiar redskin way, as though they were dodging bullets. They had ntn fifty feet from the grave before the few who had revolvers or rifles thought of firing them, and they did this at r,andom. In spite of his danger, Buffalo Bill laughed, and he kept his revolvers rattling to hasten the flight of the paintbedaubed warriors. The moment th<"y we:e out of sight the scout sprung from the grave, and quickly running to each fallen war rior h e stooped over them and in an instant their sca l ps hung at his belt, for well h e knew that a redskin is never dead until he is scalped. The yells of the frightened Indians had been hearq and echoed afar off by hundreds of demoniacal howls from their comrades, and the scout realized that he was jn fearful peril. But suddenly a bright flame shot forth from the fort, and a shrieking shell came flying high in air over the pfl.rade ground, bursting far beyond. "Bravo for th<' thoughtful man that fired that gun, for i t will save me," said the brave scout to himself. Then he !eru1ed over the open gran and said something in the Sioux tongue. A moment after a form arose and the scout dragged it oul. It was the captured chief, his hands w e re bound behind his back, bis fret hoppled and a rope gag was in his mouth. l:nfastenin;; the feet of his captive, Buffalo Bill led !Jim quickly to the &idc of the soldi0r's body, arid stooping. placed the limp form upou the back of th...: chief. The redskin demurred. and seemed auJut to re s is t,. gagged and hound as he was: bnt Bnfia!o Hill poi11tecl to the open grave and spoke a fcw words in the Sin11x tongue. v\'hatever it was, it ca11sed resistance lo cease. a1id th e boc!y was quickly strapped upon the uack of the humble d chief. who was llien forced to move forward t o the next fallen solcl'<'r. This one the scout raised in hi s strong arms and carried to the side of his fallen comrade. Grasping the second one about the body, he motioned ior the chief to precede him, and with his double load began his retreat, and as he staggered aiong Buffalo Bill muttered : "No redskin's scalping -kuife shall desecrate yonr heads, my gallant fellows." At t e n paces the scout wonld halt, rest an instant and glance behind him, for he knew not what instant a pack of savages ;rnuld be upon his heels. Then he would resume his load of dead htlrnanity and strnggle on as before. CHAPTER IV. WATCHING AND WJ\IT!NG. There was no more popular man in the army than was Colonel Royal Yulee. He was a thorough soldie r a perfect disciplinarian, yet withal a kind commander and a genial gentleman. He had won fame, and while bordering on half a ce:1-tury of years was yet foll of life and dash. A man o f wealth, and therefore one who could take his ease, did he so desire, he yet preferred the life of a soldier, the hardships of camp life, and alway s wa s anxious to re-main in duty upon the border. ,., Thus had he won the name of an Indi 9.n fighter to be relied upon, and had been given the mos{ important c9rn mancl on the far frontier. Captain Grayson Vaughan was his favorite officer, and his adjutant. Yotmg. ha.nrlsome, an heir to a fortune, Captain Vaughan also preicrred life on the plains to the humdrnm existence of a city, and he had the name of being one of the most daring officers in Fort Advance, and that was saying: a great deal . for among the cavalry, ar ti1lery and infantry companies that comprised the garriso11 !here \rcre gallant, dashing soldiers to b e numbereJ bv the s core. Going to his quarters, accompanied by Captain Gray son. Colonel Y ulee had read over his dispatchtis. brought by Buffalo Bill, and the lette r of General Cus ter sayi1112: why h e pardoned Sergeant Dudley Drew. 'Tanghan. somehow I think G e neral Cnster knows more about D1'rw than he has writren. and I regret exceedingly that he \1a::; shut, for 1 .liked the man im mensely.'' "And so did l, colo11el; but theri he.may haYe been only \\'Ou11decl, as Cody suggestedt and come round

THE BUFFA L O BILL STO R IES. one in the matter,. for Cody, as he says, broke dow1;i: t>No it; but ha ye you heard nothing of that daring follow, of his owp horses in coming here, and the ani mal he Coclv?" took from that renegade dropped dead from the strain o, sir; bt1t I sent his. saddle and bridle up to, your as he reached the fort."' quarters, and it is a perfect arsenal, for he had a rifle .. Yes, he made a marvelous ride, and had a wonderhil and a belt o[ arms tied to it, not to speak of a bow and. escape. He is a man of astonishingnerve and endnrarrows and lariat ' and Captain Talbot laughed. ance, Vaughan." "Those are the arms of that infamous renegade, Max '"He is indeed, Colonel Yulee; but I wished to ask : .\Lehner, rhe white chief of the Sioux, whom he captured you, sir, about poor Drew. I suppose he died with the and would haye gotten to the fort with him, had not the same comage he lias shown throughout his trial?" redskins shot the horse which the scamp was riding"He did, indeed, and asked that his arms should not ha! what is that?" be pinioned. He saluted me before Talbot gave his All eyes now turned out upon the prairie, where orders, smiled the platoon that was to kill him. and three quick flashes were seen, followed by a wild 1.'hriek said in a voice without a quiver: of agony, and cries of mingled te1To1 and fury. 'I am ready.' A m o ment after, other flashes were seen, and the:;e "He was a strange man, and I am snre had a history ?.ppeared 10 com r From running men going from the of interest." fort. "I am half-way inclined to believe that there is more The flashes, quick as they were, had been vivill ba.ck of his shooting Lieutenant Otey than appeared enough to show several forms upon the prairie, and at the trial; but he would not say what, and Otey held Captain Yattghan called out: hi:s peace." "lt is that brave Buffalo Bill, and he is on the parade 'So I believe, colonel; but 1 am anxious abont that ground surrounded by Jnclia11s."' brave scout, so, shall we.go out to th e parapet and see "Quick! throw a sh{'!l m er them. Duval!" the colonel if aught has been heard of him ? ordered, and tha gun bekhed forth it:; flame and iron, "Yes, for I wish to make the rounds and see that all and the sh ell bnrst beyond where the flashes had been are at their posts; thoug-h, of conrse, 2.\lajor Brown has seen. neglected nothing; still, with fifteen hundred Indians Then all was silence once more, after the \Viki whoops around us, it is important not to be caught napping, and of the redskins in the timber. who knew that misfortune Cody gave that as the number, you remember." had befallen some of their comrades; but if they had The colonel and his adjutant now left their quarters anticipated charging M the rescue, that firing of .the and wal)ced toward the outer line of defense of the fort. bursting sheU checked their ardor in a \\onderful deThey joined the officer at the heavy stockade gate, gree. an d found there the men standingready at the gun As all remained silent out upon the prairie after the v..-hich Captain Vaughan had used 011 the Indians so gun had been fired, Colonel Yulee ordered a second promptly at the command of Buffalo Bill. shell to be sent over toward "ivhere the redskins were Captain Talbot; t.he officer who had commanded the lurking, and this brought forth renewed yells of fury, and the flash revealed horseme11. retreating out of range. execution, stood there, conve!-"sing with the lieutenant, ' I fear the scout has been sacrificed to his daring," who had charge of the gun, and they, with the soldiers the colonel sadly remarked. near, were gazing out into the gloom on the prairie, "Permit me to take a squad of men and go as far as apparentlywatching and waiting. the parade ground, sir?" pleaded Grayson Vaughan. "Is there a line of scouts out now, Captain Talbot?" "::--Jo, Vaughan, you can see nothing in the darknes-, asked the colonel. and. we cannot afford any more sacrifices to-night." ''Yes, sir; I oi-dered them to take their stand at the 'Perhaps, Colonel Y ulee. if I ad\ ancecl with a cavalry sentry J?OSts one hundred yards off, an.d to fite if they company \Ye could. discover just what has taken place discovered any movement of the Indians." 011 the parade ground," urged the young adjutant . "That was right; but I suppose you sent the scouts Vaughan, I will not let you and the brave fel-out, and not the soldiers?" lows becom e targets in this darkness for lurking In-"Yes, sir and all of them, so that they form a line dians around the fort." Seeing .that the colonel was determined, Captain "Then we cannot be surprised, though the Indians gave up the idea and stood watching with the could not. get over the ws:ir.Jcs if they got to before others we CO,l;ll

THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 11 ''Halt I Who comes there?" All was at once the deepest attention. ''Friend!" came the response in a clear voice. "Advance, friend, aud give the countersign!'' returned the sentiner. "I'll advance, sentinel, but I cannot give you the conntersign, as I do not know it." 'The scout's voice!" cried the colonel, and then he called out: 'Ho, Cody 1 is that you?" 'Yes, Colonel Yulee, and I have company." 'All right! Come along! Sentinel, let him pass' !" The colonel, Grayson Vaughan and several other officers now hurried <\own to the gate, and they were greatly amazed to see Buffalo Bill and his captive chief stagger in under the loads tf1ey The large lamp swinging over the arched entrance of the gate r evealed the Indian chief, his hands tied, and upon his back, strapped firmly to him, the body of a dead soldier. Just behind the chief came Buffalo Bill, with one dead soldier thrown over his right shoulder, the other grasped under his left. .. arm. lt was a strange, a striking picture, and the appearance of the scout as he gladly laid down his heavy load revealed tlie fact that he had been rolling in the dirt. .At his belt hung three scalplocks, and. his costume was considerably disarranged. The chief looked as though he had been caught in a street sweeper, for his face was bleeding, his fine feathers were limp and broken, his war paint had lost its brillian cy and he was dirt color from head to feet. His black eyes giared savagely upon the officers in front of him hut he was silent, except for his harddrawn breath. "Buffalo Bill, I am happy indeed to see you back; but what in Heaven s name does all this mean?" cried Col onel Yulee. ''Let me unload m y pack horse, colonel, and I will tell yoti. for this dead sergeant is no light load for the chief," answered Buffalo Bill. And he began to untie the lariat that held the bodv to the Indian's back. "Ha! have you Sergeant Drew there, and is he dead?'' "Yes, colonel, he is dead." ''But it is not Sergeant Drew." 'Not the sergeant, sir?" "No; it is a private in I Company of Infantry_." 'I found him near the coffin, sir, and b y the grave." ''It is not Sergeant Drew, nor are either of these two poor fellows; I.mt l thought we left but two men dead on the field." "I found these three, sir, as yoti see, and this one I took to be tne sergeant, as he lay the grave." "It is not he, Cody." I saw no other there, sir." "Then the lndians had carried him off." "No, sir; this red gentleman is the first of the Indians who put in an appearance, and I saw him coming. I think he is a chief of considerable importance ." And turning to the Indian he said in the tongue: "You are the great chief, Fighting Fox?" The chief seemed pleased to b e recognized, and said in response: "Yes; me Fighting Fox; big chief." I .thought so," remarked the scout. ''How did you catch him, Cody?" asked Colonel Yulce. 'I saw him coming, and so I dropped into the grave. He felt his importance, so mq.de his warriors stay behind until he had had a little fun all to himself. He spied the coffin and seemed to think it an easy-chair, so sat down n.pon it and I reached np and pulled him backward into the grave." The officers laug hed heartily at this, and Duffalo Bill continued: "He is a large Indian, as you see, colonel, but. he was so terribly surprised and frightened that I mastered him ve r y quickly, aiter a little choking, and then I tied an

12 THE BUFFALO BILL STORll!S. cool-headed felIO\<, and he neither lost his nerve or his head at sight of us." '"\Veil, Cody, you have done what no other man I ever met could do; but I am sorry about Prew. He is surely dead and scalped." "lJ ndou bt eel! y." "Captain Talbot, please have the poor fellows re moved and prepared for burial, and the prisoner taken to the guard house," ordered Colonel Ynlee, and then he led the scout away \\"ith him to his quart.ers, Captain Vaughan accompanying them, more and more inter ested in the daring man who bore the appellation of Buffalo Bill. CHAPTER V. THE SERGEANT AT H0cl'.l. Seated in a small log cabin within the fort a month before the execution of Drew was a man of striking appearance, one who looked more fitting to wear epaulets upon his shoulders than the stripes of an ordnance sergeant upon his arm. All of six feet, with broad shoulders, an athletic, graceful form, small feet and hands, and a face that was intensely expressiYe, handsome and intelligent, a mannet calm, yet commanding, he \ms one to attract ob servation in any assemblag-e. His uniform was neat and fitted well, and he was cleaning a revolver \Yith the arr of one \Yho understood the need of having a \Yea1rn in perfect condition. His surroundings were peculiar and attractive, for his cabin was \Yithont doubt meant for but one occu pant. It stood by itself, some fifty paces from the row of cabins, the quarters of his soldier 'comrades. It was built of logs, yet it was a perfect picture of a handsome mansion within. Within it was but a single room, with a broad fire place, over which was an exquisitely-carved mantle of cedar. A rustic bedstead, with carved posts, a table-desk skillhtlly made of different woods, several unique easy chairs, an easel upon v\hich stood a painting just com pleted, the portrait of a beautiful maiden, with great, large, sad, beautiiul eye::; and a face of exquisite 10\' eli ness, made up the furniture of the room, except some sketches and colorings on the wall, a pair of rapiers ovei the mantel, a pair of dueling pistols beneath them, a guitar suspended by a ribbon, some books and a few minor arti-:les. The person in ,i1l$ little solitary cabin \YaS Sergeant Dudley Drew, a rnan who had enlisted in ti1e army some befoie, anti whose dating ha

((HE BUF F ALO BILL STORlES. 13 He was man of thirty, with a dark face, sinister in txpression it migh t be, and yet a face foll of fascination. It was the countenance of a man to admire, but not to trust. His form was elegant, his air that of a soldier d a ndy; but yet there seemed a reserve force about him that might prove very strong if put to the test. "Well, my sergeant is a tony fellow and no mistake. Boo ks, yes, and of a classic character; a guitar, r apiers, a superb pair of dueling-pistols, carved furnitu r e, some mode l s i n clay, and reall y very pretty colorings in the way of pictures. An exclamation of surprise broke from the lips of the lie utenant, ho was standing gazing upon the pictures when the sergeant entered. He turned quickly. face of the sub-officer was pale, but calm, the lips har d set, and the eyes blazing. \i\7ho are you?" he gasped, rather tl1an asked, while his face wh itened as he caug-ht sight of the burning eyes of the sergeant. r am Dudley Drew, ordnance-sergeant at the fort, and your under officer," was the reply. "You are impertinent, s i r, in your words and manner." "Do you think so ?" "I do, a n d shall report you to Colonel Yulee," and Lieu te nant Hobart Otey made a movement as though to leave the cabin. "Hold on, Lieutenant Otey.'' "\.Vhat do you mean, sir?" "I stand between you and liberty." 'Do you dare to bar my \\'a)'?'' "I do. "i\1an, are you mad?" "It is a wonder that I am not. Lieutenant Otey pushed. forward a11d at last, losing his tempe r struck the sergeant a blow in the face. Dudl ey grew white with rage, as be. drew a revolver and pointed it with a deadfy aim at the bullying lieu t enant. ''l am a gentleman," he grated, "although only a ser geant. I will take a blow from no one. You must fight a duel w i th me." The lieutenant, althongh pal e to the lips, tried to pass ii off with a sneer. \ V hat do your strange words mean?" "They mean that I ho l d you in my power, Hobart Otey. They mean tl1at you have bitterly wronged me and all that I love. "Call for aid, and I tell my story." "Fig-ht a duel with you?'' "Just that." "'this is "Either fight me with swords, pistols or rifles, man to man, alone, without witnesses, on to-morrow afternoon, or I will kill you now." .. Ha! you 1i1ake this threat?'' ''I do, and I will keep it." The lie utenant g-a?.ed into the face of the man before him, and seemed read there deterniinarion to carry out his purpose. So he :;aid: "\Vhnt l do :;ou L11reate11 to kill md" "!f I can when we face each -other in a dutl." "There must be no witnesses?'' "Not a soul.'' ''You will s wear to this? .. "I will, for I want no witnesses." "How can a meeting be a rranged?'' ''Easily enough. I often get permission to go for a hunt on t he prairie, and I will await you t\YO hours be fore sunset at the spring on the ridge south of the fort. "You can ride out alone and easily find it, and I will be there." "If I kill you, as f certainly s ha ll ?" "You can let it be supposed that Ind ians did it; scalp met if you wish, to carry out the cheat still ''And i f I should fall?'' "Then J will be avenged." "But what will you do?" "That will be of no interest to you then," was the laconic response. "Come, my man, let us drop thi! matter and be friends." ''No, meet me as I demand, or take the conse quences Lieutenant Otey wa:s si lent a moment, and then he said firmly: "So be it; I will meet you." "'C pon your honor as 'a soldier?' "Yes."' The S)rgeant instantly stepped as ide and allowed the officer to pass out of the cabin. \!\'hen Lieutenant Hdbart Otey left the cabin of the sergeant Colonel Yulee had said to him .. Well, Otey, how do you like Sergeant Drew?" "He seems to be a man of great refinement and edu cation, sir." "He is, and I wonder that he is content to remain in the army in a low rank." "Do you know aught about him sit?" "Nothing, I may say "Is he an American, Colonel Yttlee ?" "l think that is evident." "He appears to be qui te an artist. "He is, indeed, far above the average amateur." "Do you think, sir, Dudl ey D r ew is his rig1ht name?" "That I cannot tell you; but he en l isted under that name, and I have no reason to doubt i ts being bona fide. "I went once to hi s cabin and we had a talk together, sir; but I fear that there is some mystery regarding the man." "So do I: but I have no right to look inlo his antece dents, so long as he does his duty well, an

\ 14 THE BUFF l\LO BILL STORIE There was a fine spring there, well known to the Indiru1s, and where wild animals were wont to oome to quench their thirst, for the water was icy cold and dear as crystal. A f'hort tour oi the ridge timber showed that there was no one in its shelter, and then the sergeant threw himself down to rest, for he had an hour or more before the time for Lieuten:mt Otey to arrive. .At last h e arose, and saw a horseman approaching ::icross the prairie. "He is coming, for he docs not come directly from the fort. He expects to kill me, and then carry out my suggestion, take my scalp and ride in haste back to the fort to report that he found me dead. \Ve shall sec." The lieutenant rode up .very cautiousl y, and seemed to fear an attack from the sergeant. But the latter called out: "There is no danger, sir, for I am not an assassin. I have brought my rapiers, as you are noted for the use of them, I believe." "l will fight you with them," eagerly said the officer, for he seemed to feel with a sword he had no equal. The lieutenant dismounted, hitched his horse, and the sergeant handed him the two weapons to select from. ''They are both alike?" "As yon see, Lieutenant Otey." "TI1cn either will do," and he took 1he one he held in his hand. 'If these fail us, sir, we will use my dueling postols, for yon also have the name of being a good shot." "The swords will not fail, sir," was the significant re soonse of the officer. "If they do, we can stand twenty paces apart, walk five paces to where our weapons lay, loadeJ, pick them up and fi're." 'The blades will not fail, sir," again said the lieutenant, with a peculiar look. .. Let us take our places, sir, and see: T h ey took their positions and crosse d blades. Then sharply came the words: "Defend yourself!" Instantly the combat was begun, anrl with all his skill the officer was driven back step by step from the first. He knew at once that he had met his master, and he fought only on the defensi\e. This seemed to unnerve him, for he was by no mean s as cool as his adversary, who smiled as he fought, until suddenly tiring of the work, he struck the sword of the officer from his hand and thrust point of his blade against his breast. Hobart Otey seenwd to feel that his lif e must end, for he turned livid, started back, and his hand dropped upon hi s hip; but the sergeant lowered his weapon quickly, and said: 'I cannot kill a man, sir, who holds no weapon in his hancl. '0/e will try the pistols, and you may prove yourself a betler shot than vou are a swordsman." 'Let us stop this farce, for you hav e given me m y life.'' '' l' es, because you are disarmed; but I came here to kill \"Oll." 'And you demand another meeting?., I do." "I will not grant it." _"You will, or take the consequences." An impatient oath burst from the white lips of the o fficer, and he said: "Come, get your pistols, and I will load mine." "They are both loaded, sir, and you will take your choice, for one has a bullet, the other is b lank." The lieutenant selected one of the pistols, placed it, as did the sergeant nis, upon spots ten paces apart, and then the two stepped off five paces, wheel ed and faced each othc!. "Forward, march!" The command of the sergeant rang out, and both step ped briskly forward. At the fifth step the sergeant cried: T.'. t., The weapons flashed together, and the sergeant stood erect, while Lieutenant Orey fell his length upon the gronnd. "I knew it was fated for me to have the loaded weapon, and it has brought me my revenge-no, he is not dead!" He sprang to the side of the wounded man, who faintly said: \Vater." The sergeant brought it from the spring. Then he examined his wound, and said in a disappointed wav: "This wound may not be mortal. I cannot kill a wouuded man, and I will not leave you here to dic;o." "'What will you do?" "Take you to the fort." I -:Te led the horse of the wounded man near, collected hi s weapons, and then placed him, with a wonderful exhibition of strength, in the saddle, and then leaped up be hind to support him. "You will sacrifice yourself," said the officer, in a low tone. von will not give the true reason of our meeting, and I will take the risks; bu.LI will not leave you here to die," was the noble response And then toward the fort he headed his horse, and, arriving there, he said to the officer of the day: "I quarreled with Lieutenant Otey and shot him, sir." He was seized, placed in irons, and a month after was led forth to execution, as the reader has seen. CHAPTER VI. A \V,ELL-SET TRAP. "Well, Cody, I guess that arch renegade, ::\fax Mdmer, h::is given up all idea of capturing Fort .'\.dvance, and ha.> retu med to his mountain fastnesses," said Colonel Y ulee, the da v after the arrival of Buffalo Bill at the fort. "He has doubtless retreated, sir, toward the mountains, though he certainly has struck some of the settlements and sm all e r outposts, and Captain Vaughan, whom you sent out with a hundred men this morning, will have a b;mle with them, I am sur e, before they reach the foothilis." "Yes; and Vaughan will give a good account of him self, too, you may be sure. He begged hard to take you wir h him, but I felt I could not permit it, as I had to send you back to General Ctister with return dispatches; but, i s it not strange about that poor fellow, Sergeant :Qrew ?"


THE BU ff ALO BILL S TOR t ES. 1 5 "Yes." was found l'>y the Indians, sir, l guess: and carried off.'' "You thinkhe \Va s not det1.d ?" .. "They wouJ.d hardly carry him off if he was dead, but only scalp him and 'the body." ''That is so; but may he not have b ee n wounded, and made his escape before. they came up?" ."Jn that case, he would have returned 'to the fort, sir." "Not while under sentence of death." 'He must have heard my words that I had a pardon for him, Colonel Yulee." "That is so, a11d it but adds to the mystery." "How is the officer he wounded, sir?" 'Improving s lowly for h e had a very narrow escape. He really seems .much better,. the surgeon said, since he know. that Dre.\\' is dead, or, iather_, believ es that he i s After the further conversation it was decided that Buffalo ... Bill should start back with hi s dispatches that night. Colonel Yulee presented him with a magnificent horse, one of his own, and an animal that had a name as a racer and one with wonderiul staying powers in a long race. \Vhenever you wish a place as chief of scouts in my conunand, Cody, yGu have but to ask for and good luck to you always, said Colone! Y1.1lee, as the scout mounted hi s horse to start uon his perilbu s .return j onr111h As he rode from the gate the garrison had a sse rpbled to see him off, and three rousing cheers were given him. Once out of the fort, he started o n the trail by which h e had t.ome. He knew that, because the scouts reported no lndians in the vi 1ish that I had shot him as hi s horse went down that day." ';[he timber through which the sco u t was riding was hea,y., thick with foliage, and intensely dark. -the ti:ml was well marked, and the horse could follow 1t read-ny .. ,:. By making a ci.tcuit of thirty miles the scout could have avoided the ridge; but h e was anxious to get back as soon as possibie, and also t o save his horse the extra long ride ; hence h e \vent through by the trail over th e ridge. Coming: to t he de scent, the trail wa s bordered by large trees, within an arm's reach, as one rode .along; but as the path to the moi.intains led away from the top of the hill, the scm1t did not expect to find redskins on the sooth and wt.ts that h e would have no more tronhlc. when his horse stopped suddenly \Yith a swaying m o tion that threw him back almost upon his haunches. Ho, Hussar, have you lost the trail?'' called out the scout, thinking the animal ,had nin upon a clt1mp of \vild vines "::\fo, the horse is in the trail, but hemmed in with lariats' upon all s id es. You cannot escape, 13trffa1o Bill!., The voice came from b ehind a tree near. The response oi the scout was to fire a shot in the direc tion of the voice and then to wheel his horse ar'ld dart back the way he had come; bnt. to his amazement. the animal had not gone a dozen paces before he thrown back upon his haunches with a suddenness that Yery nearly laid him on the ground. Th& trail be11ind him had been-closed in the same way it \\"as in front. :;\locking laughte r was then !ward. and the same voicr. called out from the blackness : I t is 110 u se, Buffalo Bill: ior you are like a fly in a s pider' s web." '"I'd know t hat' devilish voice of vours. :\fax I vfelmer, among a thousand ... Duffalo B;ll, who sat upon' h is trembling liorse, a re\ohe r in each hand. es, 1 am the man you s o cleverly captured, Buffalo Bil!; but now, you are in m y powe r, for I have hundreds of braves around you," w

1 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. just what h e had, that the r e were no human beings Turning to the brav es the tall -chief said in his .. ew.Il near; tongue: ... ."Surrender, Bill, or I will give my braves the word, "I have here a paleface prisoner. Remain. here, :ind and t h e y wi11 n,iak e a cus hion for arrows out of v ou." I will soon return." "'. "Y.ou've got me, that's a fact, you infernal He seized the bridle-rein of the scout's horse, so I can but submit,' re sponded the scout. spQ!have as I have vou." twe h e l.mnd re d Sioux around the troop s cut them off "I don't believe it. fr om all escape and mas s acre every nfan "Sunrise will show." 'G ood God then that arch fiend w as right, cried Cap t ain Vaug h a n has n o t b ee n captured, \\' ith his B uffalo Bill. men ?" H e w a s and if you wis h to save your friends, go "Not yet, but they w ill b e to the c anyon b y way of the cliff trail and lead the "You think so; bu t rhe r e will b e W?iling b e for e they b a ck that wa y to the m 6 1Jntains, and thus to 3re i n your dirt y c amp. t h e p rairie, for nothing otqe rwise save them.''. G ive u p your arm s ,' imr:ia tientl y orde r e d the r e n e" I thank you from m y inmos t h eart; but tell me ,Vho gade. \ O U are? "Let vour c h i e f take th e m ." ''A Sioux." This th e c h iei did and t h e n c am e t h e com mand in the I cannot b e lie ve it for--" Sioux tongue: Go! I have warned You," and the Indian chi ef "Tie him on hi s horse and l e t him be taken to the turned away, while Buffaio Bill replaced his canyon camp. rode away along the trail, wondering a t hi s The scout was, accordingly, securely bound in his strange deliveran c e b y hi s friend. sa ddl e and the chi ef, carry in g hi s arms, l e d thy way, w hil e a d o z e n warriors surrounde d i.he animal as h e moved alOng A ride of half a mile back along the hillside and they came to a canyon, where a number of Indians were encamped, cooking buffalo meat upon a few hot coals. As though. obeying an orc\er of the renegade, the chief stepped up to a tall, splendid-looking Indian and said something to him in a tone that Buffalo Bill did not h ear. The Indian, who was a chief, glanc e d quickly up at the scout, repli e d to the one who addressed him and took the belt of arms, repeating-rifle and holster revolver of the prisoner. The chief and his guard then d .eparted, leaving the captiye in charge of the one to wh o m he had given ttie weaf.'>ons. CHAPTER VII. BEATEN AT THEIR OWN GAME. There could have been no better place chosen for an ambush than the one in which Captain Vaughan had statione d his troops. Death's Canyon was W\".11 known to the scouts along w ith the young captain, and when, after a dash into' t)le mountai ns the y discovered that the redskins had not r e t r eated to the fastnesses, it wa s decided to lie in wit for them on their return. The canyon wa s such a place that a hundred men c ould hold a thousand at their mercy there, and at the s mne time be in little danger themselves. But, if the ambush was known to thousand, .. the


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 17 canyon was an unfortunate place to th6se lying in wait, as their retreat could be wholly cut off. the presence of the troopers, from his Indian scouts, the renegade at once determined to trap the tl'appers. He: had been foiled in his raid on the settlements \ and when he had expected to surprise and capture Fort Advance he had been beaten back with the los s of a number of braves. To go back to his villages, with the ,sqdps of a hundred troopers, would be a balm for his disappointment. s{) he s ent large bodies of braves to guard the three to the canyon, intending to reach the point of 'attack after dawn with five hundred braves. Those troopers that were not killed in the attack would be shot down as they attempted to e scape by the passes . It. was a well-arranged plot, and, but for the capture of Buffalo Bill and his release by his mysterious red friend, would have been successful. . The scout knew the mountain trails about there pretty well, for he had fought the redskins along the ridge, and into the mountains years before with a regiment of gallant at his back. He accordingly made his way to.the cliff trail, and, so anxious was he to have no mistake occur, and thus not be able to warn the soldiers: he dismounted and led his horse alongthe perilous path. It was a ride of half a mile, and he made it in safety, riding into the canyon and into the very midst of the troopers before his presence was suspected The scouts stood guard at the other passes, .waiting to s ignal any advance of the Indians, and the horses were an mtizzled, to prevent their neighing, and their s lept near them on their blankets, every man having s e' l e cted a good position before s unset. Within a few feet of where the scout the can :on, Captain Vaughan was seated, talking with his offi cer s It was after midnight, and they knew not what rno l n ent the fodia n s might com e al ong. As the scout appeared before him in the gloom, leading his horse the yonng captain sprang to his feet, for he could not mistake that tall erect form and bearing. "Cody you qere ?" ''Yes, Captain Vaughan, and you must at once ord\.'r all your men Jo follow me _jn perfect silence. Let every man lead his horse, and, for God's sake be careful, for we will have to round the cliff .on a rocky trail not three fret wide "But, Cody, what does it mean?' "I can tell you nothing now, sir and if you have confi d':'nce in me do a s I say 1" .. \i'l/illirigly, my brave fellow, and the order was qnickly passed along, for every man to at once rise, and, l eading his horse to follow the scout. Perfect s i lence was en joined, and in five minutes after the rnming of the scout the l' Jlumn was moving. Cody led, and next to him came Grayson Vaughan, while an officer stood at the pass to count each man as he went by, and then to bring up the rear. Like specters they passed along; and once only a man. slipped, and his sl:i.riek rung out as he wa!! dashed down to: death, on the rocks '.tr hundred fe e t below : Involuntarily the line but there came the stern order from the leader : Come on! to halt is snre death!" Then it was a horse that stumbled, arid he was hurled to death and his shri e k of horror was as appalling as the human cry. Come on came the stern command from Buffalo Hi!!, as the column again hesitated Fearing that tqe cries of the horse and man might haYe heard by the Indians guarding the passes, Buffalo Bill now placed his hands to his lips, and gave the hun:an l.ike <.ry of the mountain lion. This he repeated sever.al times, to deceive the redskins as to the first sounds that mi ght have reached their ears. At last the dread cliff was passed, and the scout and his followers reacl1ecl the mountain trail, having escaped from the Death Canyon, which had been the scene of many an Indian massacre. Then in a few words Cody told Captain of his capture and what had followed it. All near him silently grasped his hand in a manner that e x pressed more than words Now, Captain Vaughan, if you are willing to hit back, and will follow my lead, though I do not wish to stand in the way of your own scouts, I will show you how you can strike the redskins a telling blow." "Yo have but to say come, Cody, and we will follow you," was the ready reply. "It is yet three hours before dawn, when the redskins will find out that you have gone. They will also then discover the way you escaped, and which, known to but few and so perilous, they did not deem it necessary to guard. "The y will believe, naturally, that you branched off just here, going down into the valley and thence to the fort, fearing with your force to att ack fifteen hundred of them. "It will take them a little time to find out you have not gone to th e valley, and then' some time more to get their forc e in m otio n so you will have all of four hours' start. 'It is just thirty mil e s from h e re to the village of Red Heart, the renegade, and h e has not, I f e el s ure, a hundred warriors left in it. There are other villages vYithin a few ni.iles 1 of his it is but, with the force he has, he must have drawn heavily upon them, and if not, they could not catch us." "And your idea is to strike at his village ? "Yes, sir; to s w e ep al ong the chain of villages under Reel Heart, destroy them, shoot clown all braves who oppose us; spare all women and children, and run off their her

.. THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES "Do not spare your horses, for there are plenty of fresh t>nes in the redskin camps," Cody announced; so the rapid pace was kept up. 'It was not yet dawn, when, like a whirlwind, the bunored gallant cavalrymen dashed into the Indian village. Taken wholly by surprise as they were, the scene beg gars description. Warriors were shot down, tepees were set on fire, provisions were burned, and women and chil dren, aroused from sleep, flew to hiding-pl aces in the mountains. Half an hour of horror, and with the flames of the In (iian village lighting their way, the troopers mounted on fresh horses, and driving along a large herd with them, swept through the mountains on their work of destruc tion, and as the sun arose, a second redskin camp was ridden into and quickly destroyed. A third soon followed, after a sharp-fought battle of a few minutes, where the' braves, warned b y fugitives from the other villages, made a bold stand. Here warriors and soldiers bit the dust; but the irre sistible whirlwind swept on, and passed down the mountain trail toward the plams. Behind them were ruin and death, and with them thev tarried their dead and WOllnded, and hundreds of ca1;tured hors es and Indian ponies. "They cannot overtake you now, Captain Vaughan, and. your scouts can leacl you by the best trails back to the fort," said Buffalo Bill, who was now mounted upon a fine irnn-gray, and Jed Hussar and another horse. "And you, Cody?" "I go on from here, sir, with my di s patches for General and I shall report your gallant vvork of beat ing the Indians at their own game." "And tell him that it was through you it was clone. Bill; but you shall be remembered in reports from Fort !Advance, I assure you." "Good-by." The scout rode away, raisinghis sombr e ro to the chec'rs that rung along the line for him, and when he had dis appeared in the timber. w ith his two extra horses follow. ing, the b.raYe troopers once more on toward fort. CHAPTER VIII. THE TWO CHIEFS. After having sent his much-pl'ized captive to the chief i\vho so summarily disposed of him, Red Heart, the Rene devoted himself to setting his warriors in motion. 1t had been explained to them just how they were to nttack the cavalry in the canyon, and that large forces of their comrades were already getting into position to cut off _;ill escape. Having arranged all his plans with grim satisfaction, !While his redskin braves were moving noiselessly into the positions assigned to them, Red Heart sought the temporary camp of the chief to whom he f1ad sent Buffalo [Bill. He found that that chief had also sent his braves to lheir posts, and was awaiting his coming A fire still burned in the canyon, and the chief he was pacing to and fro. 1\1elmer, I am waiting for you, as you see," \ said the chief; speaking in perfect English, thougJi the fire s howed that his: face was as : hideously painted. :as any of the braves, and, it there "as white blood i-H veins, it was certainly not visible as he tnen.' appearM. "So, I see, major; but I am hungry, so I hope )iciu saved me some supper?" "Yes, there you will find some broiled buffalo steak and a tin cup of coffee, which I put aside for you; but have your warriors moved?" "Yes, they are all now on way to surround the canon, and not a man of those troopers there will ever escape. "But was not that a grand capture I made to-night?" "You refer to Buffalo Bill?" "Yes, and I shall burn him at the take." "I supposed that was your intention, when you sent him to me to guard for you."' Yes, I will at last have my revenge; but where is he, major?" "I set him free." The renegade sprungto feet with a cry of rage, while he hissed forth: 'You set him free:''" Melmer. "Do you dare tell me this?'' "\Vhy not tell you the truth? .He was too good a man to kill in cold blood." "13\-Hca ven but you shall Stiffer for this in his ste-ad: i, 'Do not sa \ what \ o u do not inean, i\'lelmer ... "I swear it:" "Bah! \\e are man to man here in this cai1011, and ever since you entered it I have had you covered see !'' The renegade had not noticed before, that beneath the blanket the chief held in his lap, his hand grasped a revolver that was Jeyelecl at him, cocked, and a finge-r on the trigger. \Vould yon kill one who has been your friend, ma jor?" he said, in a tone of reproach "I sa\'ecl you from the gallows, :\lelmer, and in rci urn you gave rne a shelter among your braves. and made me a chief; so we are quits, and 1 set Buffalo Bill free because I did not intend he should be torttlred to death. Now if you don't wish me to remain with you, say so, and I .am ready to go my way at 11 am afraid of you, for you might turn traitor at any time." "You are a fine fellow to talk of t reach en-: but if "''OU mean it is treachery in me to keep a splendid feflo\\" like Buffalo Bill from your fiendish reyenge. then I am a traitor." "And you might do the same fhing again.'' "Perhaps. "Then, major, you and I must part. for. though. I have the power to. cause your death, for the sake of "hat you saved me from, I will spare you." "Now, Mehner, you are inveigling youtself into the thought that you are kind tb me, whereas yon are in my power, as you have not a brave within a mile, and .r could kill you before you could draw a I sought shelter with you; yes1 and you were glad to gfre it. I-no longer seek it, so \\e will at once pare


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 19 "The horse you gave me was one you got from Buf Bill, you told me, and a splendid animal he is, though still fagged by the hard ride the scout gave him. I shall keep him to remind me that I saved his former master from your cruel hands. "You can go now, Melmer, before you force me to kill you." The renegade was livid with rage, et felt that he dared make no effort to kill the man who so boldly faced him. So h..; turned quickly toward his horse, sprung into his saddle, saying, savagely: "One of these days I will hold the winning hand, and then I'll forget what merny is." "Yon never knew \Yhat it is, Max Melmer," was the retort, as the renegade rode slowly away. Once he had left the canon, he pressed on more rapidly, and coming to the spot where his warriors were lying in ambush, he called a chief aside and said: 'Let the Feather Foot take twelve good warriors with him to the canon 'Where was my camp, and capti.ire the traitor who was mv friend." A moment after Feather Foot and his braves were on their way to the canon where the renegade had left the man whom he called a traitor. There was a double disappointment in store for Red Heart the Renegade, for the chief Feather Foot came back after an absence of two hours and reported that the one he had been sent to capture could not be found. He had doubtless known the character of the rene gade too well to tarry an instant longer than was neces sary, after the departure of a man who could readily put a hundred braves upon his trail. way he had gone not even Feather Foot could discover, for there were hundreds of horses' tracks in the mountains and to pick out the trail which would be the right one was more than even Indian cunning and skill could do. So the band returned, and Feather Foot made his report. He fairly lost his stoicism when he saw the rage into which it threw the great white Ghief, and he was glad to \\'ithdraw from his presence. But for the desire not to alarm the intended victims he deemed safely in the canon, Red Heart would have uttered an oath both loud and deep; but as it was, his suppressed rage was for the Indians to witness, and they feared their white chief as they would a mad man. \Vhen the dawn began to break, the anticipation of his s urpris e and victory over the troopers caused the renegade to become calm, and he issued his orders with promptness to begin the attack. A moment after the rattle of firearms and yells of a thou$ands Intjians, that rung in many ech0es through the hills, sent the birds and wild beasts flying and nmning in terror. But the gloom of the cafion, lighted up b y the flashes of the rifles and revolvers of the redskins, showed that there was no enemy there. Maddened at the sight the Indians pressed recklessly down into the canon to iiee if their eves deceived them. But no soldiers \\'ere visibie, and no firing from the several passes showed that the foe was certainly retreating. No, it was very soon found out that the enemy had gone, and, as the daylight brightened, the trail the sol diers had taken was seen. Brave as they vvere the Jn

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