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Buffalo Bill's run-down, or, The Red Hand renegade's death
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i ssued Weekly. By Subscription $2so per year. Entered as Second Class Matter at New Y ork P ost Office by STREET & SM I T H 238 William St., N. Y. Price, Five Cents. ''THAT IS THE END O F THE Clll E F O F THE R F D RIDK RSI" CRIED BUFF.o\ L O llILL, AS OVK R THE CLIFF WITH A CRAS H W E NT HORS E AND RIDER.


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2 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. had a large sum of money with him belonging to the Government, and two speculators who were also well s upplied with gold for purchases they might make in t h e m inin g settlement. It was on account of carrying such passengers that Jes sop wa s nervous over his run but he hid his dread f ro m his lady companion on the box, and had entertain e d her as he drove along with stories of the fron tier and s poke of several men who had become fa mous there from their many daring deeds. The y oun g girl had been intensely interested in all t h a t he told her, and had been lost in admiration at his splendid dri v ing, seeing him go along places where only the coolest nerve and greatest skill saved them from de s truction. "I tell JOU miss thi s be a strange country, and a strange people live in it," went on Jack, delighted at having so good a listener. "Now, thar's ther Injuns. They is queer folks, and trained to-1

I I q'HE BU ff ALO BILL STORIES. 3 and settlements, and so get posted when a force is to move against them and retreat to the redskin country or disperse. "Who they is nobody knows, for they goes masked, and they is called by birds' names, their captain being known as Captain Eagle. "A strange lot of men, indeed, and I hope.we will not meet them.:' ."So does I miss, for your sake; but, yonder is Monument Hill, miss, and-there's Buffalo Bill now -the very man I spoke of; and with him on the trail I do not fear road-agents," and Jack Jessop pointed ahead to where a horseman was visible near a white wooden cross erected as a monument on the trail. It was the monument erected to the memory of Six-horse Sam, who been killed there, and upon which had been cut the warning, or "death knell," to Buffalo Bill, the scout, who now showed his disregard of it by calmly waiting there on the fatal spot or the coach to come up. Looking fixed ly at him as she approached, Lucine Fallon saw a man who was indeed, one to never forget. Tall, splendidly formed, a superb rider, a face that wa s full of manly beauty, strong and fearless and about him a manner of calm r epose, he looked the hero she had been told that he was, while, reining back his horse as the coach came to a halt, he raised hi s broad sombrero with a courtly grace that was very winning, and bent low at the introduction giYen him by Jack Jesso p to the sergeant's daughter. "Well, miss, what does yer think of Buffalo Bill?" So asked Jack Jessop as the coach rolled on its way once more toward the fort, afte r a short t alk held with Buffalo Bill, the scout, at Monument Hill. Lucille Fallon did not at first reply. She seemed to be thinking of the man she had just met. Then she answered: "Think of him? Why, I think he is the finest specimen of manhood I ever beheld. He looks the hero that he i s, and were I in trouble, he is just the man I would go to, or seek help of." "You've got him down fine, miss, and let me tell you now that I feel better s ince we has met him on ther trail. "Yer see, ther Red Hand Riders is a bad lot o' outlaws, wicked, merciless and. daring, a nd they has spies, I is sart'in, who in some way gets them word when the stages is coming through with booty, or anybody worth holding up. "Now your comin' has been known, and it's about pay ti me at the fort, and Lieutenant Leslie, an officer who is comin', is expected to have Government money with him,.while I heard the two men inside strangers to me, was going to the mines to look up speculations, so they must have money along. "You has got the dust, and plenty of baggage, and I tell you it would be bad to see the Red Riders on this run." "But you feel no anxiety now that you have seen Buffalo Bill?" "I don't exactly say that, miss, for there's danger clean up in. sight of the fort, where we is due at sun set, though l'm pushing to get in ahead of time so you can have daylight to welcome you." "You are very kind, Mr. Jessop." ''Don't mister me, please, miss, for I is plain J ack, or J essop, as you please, called by my pards Cham pion Driver of the Overland," and J ack Jessop added the last with pardonable pride, while Lucille Fallon remarked: "From what I have seen, you deserve the title, and I was told a long way back that the worst piece of road I would h ave to go over I would find that Jack Jessop, the Ribbon Sharp, would be the driver, so I would have nothing to fear." Jack seemed hardly to hear the complimentary words, for his eyes were scouring the horizon where waves of inky clouds were ri sing and obscuring the skies. "I fear we is going to have a storm, miss and a bad one, and it is not what I care to meet o n this trail, as there are cliffs to go roun d, canyons to pass through, and heavy timber along the trail, not to speak of streams that rise iike lightning into torrents. "I'll force 'em along a little more, and as Jack


\ 4 \fHE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. Jes sop call ea to his tlorses to quicken their pace, there burst out of the black clouds a livid flame, followed by a deafening crash of thunder. "This is grand," cried Lucille Fallon, unmindful of the danger, and she smiled as she saw the heads sud denly thrust out of the coach windows, for the passengers inside had had no sight of the rising storm. The coach rolled rapidly on, the eyes of the driver upon his team and the gathering tempest, which he saw was increasing in fury as it rose "We is going to have the storm I ever seen in these parts," he muttered, as he still urged his horses on. "I'm anxious to get over Canyon River Bridge afore it breaks, for that be a dangerotls place to cross even in good weather; but beyond is an old camp we kin strike for if the storm gets very bad, as we cannot cross some of the streams, I fear ; but you bet, miss, I'll pu sh on, if there's a chance to get you there." "The storm I glory in, for I never saw anything more magnificent, and I only hope it will keep the Red Riders off." "I hope so, miss; but I seen Buffalo Bill was a anxious about you, and so is I, for them Red Riders is devils." Along the trail swung the coach the six horses going at a pace that few men would have dared force them over such a perilous trail. -But Jack Jessop was showing his just claim to being called the "Ribbon Sharp of the Overland," and he pushed along with nerve and skill that won Lucille Fallon's admiration, dividing it with the grandeur of the rising tempest. At length they came to a long, winding descent down a canyon to the Canyon River below, the river dashing along through cl_iff-like banks that rose hundreds of feet above the water, which surged swiftly along through its narrow chasm. "There's the bridge, miss," said Jack Jessop, and as he uttered the words, a party of horsemen rode out into the trail ahead of him, causing him to cry out: "The. Rea Hana Rid ers have got us'tf The a narrow structure o f iong timbt stretchers and split logs, was but a few hundrec yards away; but the horsemen had ridden into thf trail between the coach and it. There was a pine thicket on each side of the trail, the canyon towering overhead, and fr o m the shad-1 ows had come the outlaws. There were about a dozen of them, two standing like sentinels in the trail, four ridin2' on each side UJ ] to the coach, and one man who appeared to be tht chief seated upon his horse and Not a word was spoken, the outlaws had jusl s hown themselves, formed for work, the eighi went at a canter until they passed the coach, wher they wheeled and halted on each side like an escort Jack Jessop seemed to know their. way of pro cedure, for he drove on until his leaders were up t t he chief and then he halted, bu t called out: "I'd like ter run yer down, but I dasn't, yer Imp o'. Hades." Lucille was surprised and alarmed at the bold words of the driver, and gazed at the outlaws, they having now supplanted the storm in her mind. She saw that all were mounted upon blood-bay horses, that they wore a kind of uniform, were masked, and their hands were covered with buckskin gloves dyed to a carmine hue. Whether white, redskin or negro could not tell, for nothing could be seen to testify, so shielded were they by their masks. "Well, Jack, you thought you would get through this time, but here we are," said the chief. "Does yer think I'm blind that I don't _see yer ?" growled the driver. "Neither dea .f, dumb nor blind Jack, you, so answer questions, for that storm is i1ot far away." "What does yer want?" "Who have you along?" "This young miss, ther daughter of a sergeant at ther fort, a young officer and two gents I don't know." "Any money?"


q'HE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 5 "No! yer won't git nothin' ." "Jack, you are not as well informed as I am, for hough that young lady is a sergeant's daughter, yes, he daughter of one who has been hot on my trail ore than once, she is an heiress in her own right, nd has plenty of money, along with iewels, too, and ots of valuable baggage." "Yer pertends ter know it all." "I don't pretend, Jack, but know, as I will show you.;' "Waal ?" "The lieutenant inside is sent out as Colonel Carr's aide but he is really paymaster, and has his boodle along and plenty of it." "You is way off." I will also tell you that the two other passengers are gold sharks, men looking for paying mines, and with the money to buy them at l ow prices from poor mmers. I am posted, you see, and as all four of your passengers not only have money, but are valu able to ransom, I shall capture the outfit and hold them for future payments." "I say, Lieutenant Leslie kin drive a team well, so let me stay as hostage, and he take the coach on to the fort and state your terms." "No, Jack, you are not valuable enough as a hostage; but I shall keep you also, for the coach company have got to pay to get you back also, as this is m y star h o ld-up my champion haul, and should get me a fortune, and I need it, for Buffalo Bill has vowed to run the Red Riders off the trail, I hear, and I'm a little afraid of him, I admit." "I'll bet you ten to one Buff alo Bill hangs you yet, payable the day you is strung up," savagely sa id Jack Jessop. "\i\That good would the money do me i f I won, and was hung through the agency of some other scout?" laughed the outlaw chief. "Give you a good funeral." "My executioners will see to that; but come, no man can h old the reins as you can, and I'm going to play a deep game with the aid of this team, so you arc to drive." . "Where?" "Down the river valley through the night, for the storm will destroy the trail." "I'll not drive an inch." "Then one of my men shall, and that may mean an upset and death to the young lady." "I'll drive." "You are wise; but I'll put the gentlemen in irons first have the young lady enter the coach and disarm you." "I will still ride on the box," said Lucille, firmly. "But you will be drenched, Miss Fallon, and--" I have rubber wraps, and can keep perfectly dry. I will not ride inside the coach was the determined reply of the young girl. "As you please, if you are willing to take the con sequences," was the reply of the road-agent chief. There was every indication that tbe storm would break before very long, and the outlaws were preparing for it by getting_ their stormcoats ready. 1'he chief called to three of his men, who, dis mounting, disarmed the driver of the coach, and got roundly cursed for doing so, though of course Jack Jessop dared not offer resistance. Then they called to the passengers to get out a nd they, too, were disarmed and then their ankles manacled together, while the inside of the coach was thoroughly searched. Lucille F allon, having put on her rubber coat and a slouch hat she took from her satchel, Jack Jessop arranged the leather aprons and blankets about her, and then said, in his brusque way: "Well, cutthroat chief, I'm ready, for there is no need of staying here." "And I am ready, but there is work for some of yo u men to do; after a while you can follow, for that storm will destroy all trails and I shall play a cun-ning game now, Jack Jessop, which will throw even your famous chief of scouts Buffalo Bill, off the trail." "You've got to make it cle ver to do that; but I'm betting big money you can't blind no trail so Buffalo Bill can't follow it."


6 \l'HE BUFF ALO BlLL STORlf:5. "Can I ne>t? "\Ve shall see," and with a confident tone he called out: "Sparrow, take six men with you, get axes from the pack-horses, and go and destroy the bridge across Canyon River. "Cut it away as though the storm had caused' it to go down, see?" "Yes, Captain Eagle," answered the man ad qressed as Sparrow. "Make a clever job of it, and then follow on the trail down the river, and hold on until you get to camp, for I shall keep on until after midnight, so as to be far away in the morning >"lhere my trail will not be seen." "And you mean that those at the fort shall believe that the coach, and all with it, went down with the bridge, does yer, Cap'n Eagle?" "I do, Jack Jessop." "vVaal, you is about ther worst piece o' humanity I ever come across." "Thanks, Jack. What do you think now of your friend, Buffalo Bill, following our trail?" "He'll follow it if it leads to Perdition, mark my words," was the energetic response of the Overland driver, and with a mocking laugh the chief ordered two of his men to get their lanterns from the pack horses and them ready to light when night came on. Soon all was in readiness for the start, seven of the band having gone to the bridge to destroy it, and the others riding to the rear of the coach, the chief taking the lead. "Follow me, Jack, and remember, this must be the drive of your life, for you'll have a new trail to go over, and darkness that can be felt, not to speak of that storm, which threatens to be about as bad as any I ever saw in these mountains." With this the chief rode on, .and after casting a longing look toward .the river, and another back up the trail he had come, as though hoping for aid, Jack Jessop gathered up his reins and followed the outlaw leader. The horses did not seem to at first relish this turr ing off the trail they knew so well, but Jack used hi whip and soon had them well at work. It was growing late now, for the sun was nearing the horizon, and but for the hold-up the coach woul have been near the fort. The whole skies were overcast now with bladl clouds, the lightning was vivid and blinding,' th thunder terrific, and far off on the mountain top the trees could be seen swaying wildly under th force of the hurricane, for it was nothing less. The storm was breaking, and before long woul sweep down the valley with irresistible force. The scene was a grand one, though appalling, a the Red Hand Riders began their flight through th storm. Jack Jessop looked at his companion, as she sat b his side. She was pale, but perfectly calm. "You has got nerve enough for a man, miss, and no mistake," he muttered. "That storm is appalling, and our situation but adds to the terror; but I have confidence in you, and do not believe those outlaws will really harm us," was the answer. "Do you not think you had better come into the coach, Miss Fallon?" called out Lieutenant Leslie; but, thanking him, the brave girl replied: "No, I shall be just as safe here, and I am too well wrapped up to get wet." In a short while the storm was upon them, and with a fury and power that startled the horses and caused the coach to sway wildly under the force of the wind. But Jack Jessop urged them on, and followed the leader steadily. Then the rain fell in sheets of water, but fortu nately, at their backs, and small rivers of water flowed about them. Darkness soon followed, two of the outlaws rode to the front with lanterns, and through the blackness and storm the flight was continued, in spite of the desperate


THE BUFF/\LO BILL STORIES. CHAPTER II. THE ISLAND RETREAT 'Gazing upon an island in the center of a broad, wift-flowing and shallow river, no one would have elieved that within its towering cliff banks of rocks vas a garden of beauty. The island was a hundred acres in size, and in the upper cliffs began a canyon, widening into a valley that was fertile, dotted with trees and through which wound a tiny stream fed by springs. In the canyon stood a large cabin. of heavy logs, with a rock chimney, and further back a smaller one. Horses and cattle dotted the valley, a few sheep were there also and a garden spot where grew vari ous vegetables was walled in against the cliffs. It was an ideal border home, with its rude, bFoad piazza, its comfortable surroundings and quiet re pose. To reach this island home one had to ford the river at two places, for it had to be crossed to one bank which was bold and precipitous, along which the trail lay, and from that shore at a certain point to where there was a split in the rocky bank through which one passed up into the little cliff-guarded valley. Seated upon the piazza of the cabin was a woma'if, reading a book, while working in the garden was a negro man who had passed his half a century of years. A negress of nearly his age was bustling in and out of the cabin, engaged in the evening meal, and the picture was one of peace and contentment, apparently. The smoke curled upward from the chimney, the horses and cattle grazing quietly about the valley; saddles, among them a side-saddle, with bridles and lariats, hung under the roof of the piazza, with a rifle on pegs and a belt of arms near it. There was a bench and a couple of rustic easy chairs on the piazza, and in one of them sat the woman. She was young, scarcely over tw enty-five, and her buckskin dress revealed a perfect form Her face was very beautiful, darkly bronzed by exposure, yet it wore a look of sadness, but was in telligent, refined and with a certain look of daring and determination upon it which had been stamped there doubtless by the wild life of freedom and danger which she could not but lead in that far-away home. W'ithin the cabin there was ai'l evide1 1ce of com fort one would not expect to find in that remote retreat, while there were shelves of books, a guitar, pencil sketches and paintings, evidence of refined tastes and accomplishments in the fair dweller in the little home. "Oh! will thi s life e ve r encl?'' suddenly said the woman, dropping the book in her lap and proving b y her words that her mind was not upon what she had been reading. "With Loyd Lamar all that I once believed him, I could be happy in the wilderness. "But some day the end will come, for he cannot live the life he does and not sooner or later meet his fate for defying, as he does, the laws of God and man-oh! there he comes now, and-as I live, he is not alone. "\i\That does that mean for he never allows any of his men to know of this retreat?" As she mused, the woman's eyes, bent down the valley, had fallen upon a horseman who had from the split in the rock, or cliff, that formed the wall of the island, and through which was the only means of ingress and egress to the valley. The horseman was not alone, however for behind him another rider, and following were half a dozen, pack animals heavily laden "It is a woman, not a man "\i\That does it mean? "Ah! what can it mean other than that he has made some poor, unfortunate woman suffer through his lawless acts. "And he has brought her here? "\Vell, I am glad at least that he has done so." The woman continued to gaze upon the horseman


8 THE BU ff J\LO BILL and his companion, at the same time calling to the negro man to come to her. As the negro approached, she said: "Her e is the chief, Uncle Toby, and he is not al o ne "So I sees mi ssy; but it am a !e d d y with him, and she do look like a m ighty pretty young girl." Alas, yes and just then the horseman drew rein, leaped from his saddle and called out: "Here, Mild r ed I have brought company for y ou, a young lady who is to be your captive guest until I can collect the liberal ransom I shall demand for her relea s e." CHAPTER III. THE OUTLAW'S VOW. Several wee k s after t h e arr ival of the hors em a n in the island, a cc ompanie d b y a fair gues t a m a n ro

THE BUf'f ALO BILL STORIES. 9 eir contents, the outlaw chief wa lked over to the ounds that marked the last res ting-place of about dead. There were two groups of graves, apart from each ther, and upon the rocks over the large number was inted; HERE LIES BURIED, Seven men names unknown, but membe r s of the outlaw band of RED HAND RIDERS Slain by United States Cavalry under command of Li eutena nt Walter Worth. and tracked down by Buffalo Bill, Scout and Guide. The other group of graves were three in number, and painted by the same h a nd on the rocks were the names of two soldier s and a scout who had fallen in the attack upon the outlaw retreat. "Vv ell! this means that my band has been wiped out, that I/am a chief without a following, a nd I owe it to Buffalo Bill, the man wliom I warned to leave t his part o f the country or he should die by the hands of the Red Hands. "Jack Jes sop has wo n hi s bet, in that Buffalo Bill '.! has tracked th em h e i e." After walking over the camp. and seeing that tfi'e victors had made a clean sweep of it, the outlaw chief mounted his horse and rode r ::ipidly over the miles th::it i11tervened between the retreat and the islan d He arriYed at night. and loud and bitter \\"ere his w0>r ds when he found that the scout had unearthed his secret i sland retreat also Climbing np to t h e cliff top, he built a signa l -fire, and savagely muttered the wor< ls: "Yes, my signal will call Chief Iron Eyes to my aid, and I will start at once on the trail of the de spoilers, for the y are not far away, and cannot travel fast, hampered as they are." From the t op of the tallest cliff overhanging the river valley, in which was the rock-bound island where dwelt a mysterious woman, whose life h eld ( some strange, cruel secret, there flamed up a fire whi ch could b e seen far away. The outlaw chief .had ridden as far up the steep ascent as his horse could go, and then on foot he had climbed o n up to the top. was darkness and desolation as he glanced around him over the ma?y miles of mountain, valley and plain. Dark and deserted was the island which had beev his .secret retreat, or rather where Mildred, the mys terious woman, had dwelt. The summit of the cliff was covered with a few trees, pines, and several of the se were dead and dry At the base of one of these dead trees was a pi le of wood placed there evidently for the purpose it then to be used for Lighting a match, the outlaw built a fire and as the flames grew brighter they kindled the tree, and, shooting up war d and upward, soon the;e was a tall column of fire rising nearly a hundred feet above the top of the mountain. Having set his signal of flame against the black skies the lone highwayman went back down the hill, and, mounting hi s horse, rode to the valley a mile distant, and where there were of a former large encampment. .'They will see the signal and come here," he muttered, as he dismounted, the glare of the burning tree even falling in the valley. He knew that the pillar of fire would be seen many. many miles away, by the Indian sentinels sta tioned up on the l o fty mountain tops where were their Yillages, and, reported to Chief Iron Eyes, his young warriors would at once be dispatched t o his aid, for warring against their own people the outlaws had as their all ies the redskins, who were repaid by f booty take n from the whites, and the fact that the Red Hand Riders were ever r eady to give them warning of any intended move against them. In fact the outlaw band, living by murder and robbery, \-Vere renegades to their own race and the friends of the Indians. Having set his blazing signal against the skie s, the outlaw leader retreated to the camp where the red sk in s were wont to make a halting-place when in that part of the country, and there rested for the night.


10 THE BUFF /\LO BILL STORIES. It was just davvn when he arose and was on the watch, for he expected aid would not long be de layed. He was right in his surmise, for he saw from his point of lookout a band of horsemen pushing swiftly along toward the spot where he was. He watched them closely through his field-glass, and, counting the long line of warriors, said to him self: "It is the young chief Death Face in the lead, and he is a h a rd fi,ghter and able commander. "Yes, he has a hundred braves with him enough to make an ambush with, but not sufficient for an open attack, for the frail of Buffalo Bill and his accursed followers shows at least forty men." It was a short while before Death Face and his braves came up, and the outlaw chief stepped out of his place of covert and revealed himself to them. He spoke the Indian tongue fluently, and in an earnest manner said: "My red brother, tl:e great chief, Death Face, is welcome, and ha s come quickly to my aid. The fire s ignal was set to call my reel friends to help me, for the scout chief, Buffalo Bill, has been to my retreat and killed and captured my people, has robbed me of all I had, a nd is retreating slowly to the fort, so I want my red brothers to help me." The chief was a young man, arid of fine physique and dignified mien, while he was most gorgeously attired in the barbaric fashion of the Indians, though his weapons were a belt with two revolvers and a bowie, and a repeating rifle hung at his saddle-horn, .... for liis horse, a fine animal, was equipped with a sil-ver-studded Mexican saddle and bridle. His hair was worn long, and upon his head was a gorgeous war bonnet of eagle feathers dyed in vari ous hues. The face 'and hands of the young chief were curi ously and weirdly painted, for upon a black founda tion was white skillfully put on to resemble a human skull, and bony fingers He had made a record for himself as a fighter, and was feared and respected by his braves, while he wa next in command to Iron Eyes, the head chief Having explained the situation to Death Face, th outfaw chief added: I am sorry my brother has not more braves witn him." "The Death Face more braves coming, two more band s each equal to this one. "The signal of the white chief was seen, and the Death Face came quickly to his aid, telling other bands to follow. \,\There are the foes of my paleface brother?'' Glad to know that he would have about three dred braves to make the pursuit with, Captain Eagle explained the situation fully to the young chief, while the warriors rested and prepared breakfast, while waiting for their comrades to come up I had, as the Death Face knows, just returned from a visit to Iron and death and ruin greeted me, so I signaled for help. "The warriors of the Iron Eyes met defeat only a short while ago at the hands of the palefaces, but 11.Qw they can get their revenge." said the outlaw, at:Jd an hour after, leaving a warrior to bring on the others when they arrived, he led the redskin band in purs uit of those who had dealt him a deadly blow CHAPTER IV. THE SCOUT'S REPORT. Fort Advance was known as the "Plucky Outpost," fi:t}m the fact that it had been established in the very heart of the Indian country, and had held its own against all odds. The commandant, Colonel Carr, was one of the best officers in the service and an Indian fighter of renown and he had picked his command to hold his own Having been given a battery of eight guns-four 'twelve-pounders and four sixes-a battalion of in fantry, with horses enough to mount them if neces sary, and five troops of cavalry, he also had with him by special request made to the general commandi!1g


I ) THE BUffALO BILL STORIES. 11 the department, Buffalo Bill and two dozen scouts, all of them picked men. The colonel had also found among the miners who worked in the mountains near the fort, a company of volunteers, so that he had no reason to dread any force the Indians might attack him with if given warning of their coming in time to call his men to arms. There was, a day's coach ride from Fort Advance, another and ranch settlement, combined, known as Pioneer City, and this place could turn out a couple of large companies of fighters in time of need and had,,i n conjunction with the military, lately defeated a raid of redskins that' had swept down upon them, Buffalo Bill having given timely notice of the intended surprise. r It was "just after the defeat of Iron Eyes and his band that the raid of Lieutenant Vv alter 'Wo rth, guided by Buffalo Bill, had been started against the outlaw band of Red Riders, and Colonel Carr was :.;ding considerable anxiety regarding the fate of the little force of heroes who had gone to the rescue of the captives held by Captain Eagle, when his orderly announced that the chief of scouts had just ar rived and asked for an audience. "Show him in at once," cried the colonel in a tone that showed his desire to know the exact situation of affair s in the front, from one so well able to inform him as was Buffalo Bill. The scout entered, and his appearance indicated rough riding and hard service. "Ho, Cody; glad t o see you. o: "Sit down, and tell me what the news is from youri expedition, for I have been more than anxious about all of yoi.1." Buffal9 Bill dropped into a chair like a man who was tired indeed, and said in his quiet way: "No c ause for anxiety now, colonel, for all goes well." "I am delighted to hear this; but you were pu,r sned by the Indians and had a hot fight of it; but hope the I sent got there in time to aid you." "In the nick of time, sir, for we were hard pressed, and it was Captain Eagle, the outlaw leader, who urged the redskins on, and they were anxious for revenge after their late defeat." "Then you did not reach the outlaw retreat as you had hoped?" ''Oh, yes, sir; we got there with both feet, and I wiped out the band, save the chief, who was off visit-ing old Iron Eyes, his ally, so escaped death or cap ture; but shall I make my report from the first, sir?" "Yes, do so," and the colonel called for his clerk to take do!'}< n the scout's report in short-hand and then make a copy of it to be filed. "To begin, sir, I never believed that the coach had gone down with the River Canyon .Bridge the night of that fearful storm, and so I went down the river to look for some trace of it, of the horses, or bodies of the passengers. "I found the wreckage of the bridge all right along the banks, then a camp with no trail leading to it, but a big one leading from it, and this proved that it had been made during the storm. "I found in the fires iron and other traces of the coach, showing that it had been burned, and so taking the trail, I sent for Lieutenant Worth, as agreed upon, and then, alone and ahead upon the track of the outlaws, I met one who warned me of the Indian raid upon you, so I came back with the warning, and you know how well they were beaten off, sir . "The one who warned me was a white woman, liv ing with an old negro man and woman alone upon an island retreat far up in the mountains "I had met her before, when my horse fell with me injuring me severely, and she had found me and taken me to her home under an oath of secrecy, and not to betray her. "Our second meeting was when I saved her from Injun Nick, whom I drove out of Pioneer City, and who intended to kill her, for it seems he had known her in the past. "Her fall, dragged from her horse by his lariat, hurt her so severely she was unconscious, and so I


{ THE BU ff ALO BILL STORl?:S. I carried her to her retreat, and she it was who gave me warning of old Iron Eyes' secret raid. "Leaving her delirious and to the care of the negress, I c ame with the warning, and when, after the Indians were b ea t e n back, I went on with Li eutenant \ Vo r t h's c ommand, I took Surgeon Denmeat to her home and he s oon ch e cked her fev e r and star ted her on t h e way to recov ery. That b e autiful w oman, Colonel Carr, is the w ife of Captain Eagle, chief of t h e Red Riders. " P oor woman." "She be lieved him an honorable 111an, and he broug h t her to thes e wilds wit h the two 1kgroes, and there s h e has lived. I owe her my life and we owe it to her that the I n dians did not s urpris e the fort and settlements, sir. "With her, where the out law chief had taken her with her baggag e on pack-horses was Miss Lucille Fall o n the se r g eant's daughter.' "Tha nk God for that! ' C o dy, you are a wonder for g etting at the botto m of a m ystery," and the colonel warmly grasped the hand of the m a n who had brought hirn such a cheering re p ort. "But go on with your story, Cod y for the s afety of the sergeant' s daughter as s ures me of the rescue also of Lieutenant Ernest Leslie and the others who were with her on Jessop's coach. '.'It does, sir, for where the chief took Miss Lucille to the retreat of his wife, not even known to his own men, he carried the others to his lair in the moun tains, and there we found them when we surprised their den." Glorious! and where are they?" "Coming on wit h Lieutenant \ Vorth, sir, for he told me to come on ahead and make the report, arid then I wished to ask you; sir, if I could not guide a troop or two toward the Indian village and cut off the band under the outlaw leader and Chief Death F a ce in their retreat, for we can do so?" A splendid idea, if you are able to make the ride, Co d y for you look jaded." "Don't mind me, colonel, for I all right, sir." "Where did you last see the Indians,?" "They were beaten off, sir, in their last charge about twenty mile s above the camp in Canyon River Valley. "They tried to get ahe a d to ambush us, but we thwarted them in that, sir." "And they are now on their retreat?" "Yes, sir, but will go very slow, for they have plenty of dead to bury and a number of wounded to carry along." W1hat force would you suggest, Cody?" "Two troops, sir, mounted and equipped for fast riding and hard fighti .ng, sir, to strike a blow and then retreat." f he colonel sent his orderly after Captain Taylor, of the Fifth Cavalry, and upon the appearance of that officer gave him .orders to get two troops ready at once for a long ride and a fight with Indians. "I will be ready, colonel, within the hour, sir was the reply, and the officer tpok his leave, Buffak Bill remarking: "I will take ten of my men along, sir, as scouts." "Do so ; but now finish with your report, Cody." "There is little more to add, sir, save that the out-law's wife was most kind to the sergeant's d ,aughter, and she is along with Lieutenant Worth and his command, accompanied by her two faithful negro servants who have shared with her her exile here in this wildernes's. "Mrs. Lamar, for such is her name, is being car tied on a stretcher, as she is still quite ill, and Miss Fallon is her devoted nurse. "In Mrs. Lamar's island home, the secret retreat of Eagle,_ the outlaw, we found the treasures of the Red Hands, and all that Lieutenant Ernest was robbed of, along with what was also taken from Miss Fallon and the two other passengers." "And they are all along?" "All of them, sir." "It is fortunate none of them were shot by the outlaws."


) I 1'HE BUFF A LO BILL STORIES. 13 "They were not, sir, even Jack Jessop, the driver, this time " I am glad, for h e is a brave fellow, but I fear will not wish to drive the trail again." "On the contrary, sir, he is anxious to do so, and 1will relieve Toby Hart at once, he says." "And Eag-le's outlaws?" "Except those whom we buried, sir, are prisoners a long with Bat Brindley; whom I did not have to offer his pardon to if he guided u s to the retreat, and so brought him back." "He richly deserves a rope about his neck." ..,.. "No one more so, sir." "But now you must get ready for your expedition, only I wish you could get a few hours' rest." "I ca11 rest in the sa ddle sir, t hank you "\Vhen will Worth arrive with his party?" "Not before to-morrow af ternoon, sir, for he ts fo r ced to travel by very easy marches. hope we can give you a good account of our ex.':dition, sir, and return with the outlaw chief a pris o ner," and, with a hearty grasp of the colonel's hand, Buffalo Bill went to his quarters t o half an hour after l eave the fort with Captain Taylor and his gallant t roopers. They were picked men and horses, seventy-five in number, with rations for ten days, ammunition in plenty and armed with the best weapons. Half a dozen pack-animals carried the outfit m the way of camping equipage, and the men were rid ing light for fast and hot work. Buffalo Bill and ten scouts accompanied the ex p edition, bringing the force up to eighty-six fighters, all told. The scout led the way, and after they were well out upon the trail Captain Taylor rode forward and j q ined him. "You see, sir, Captain Eagle, as the Red Hand Ride r s call their chief, was not at his den, but off on a visi t to old Iron Eyes, so we missed him," said Bu ffalo Bill. L "He discovered, our raid and Qi.usued .with young chief Death Face and his band, and we beat them back with heavy loss. "They are retreating with their dead and wounded, and I thought, sir, by striking this trail from the fort, we could head them off, ambush them and perhaps capture the outlaw chief, at the same time giving another severe blow to the redskins." "And their force, Cody?" "As well as I could judge, sir, in their pursuit and a t tack, about three hundred warriors, though, of course, they may hay e sent for more braves, which we can look out for." "That is ri ght." "Yes, sir; it was for that reason I brought so many of my scouts, as they can be on guard while we are lying in wait, to report any force coming from the India n villages." "Well, with my seventy-four gallant fellows, and you and your brave scouts, I do not fear any force less than a thousand, if it comes to a square fight. I s uppose you want to push on hard?" 'ty es, sir, for, sho uld they retreat more rapidly than I believe th ey will, we will just be on time, and be able to get into position. "The horses will then have a chance to rest." It was late at night when the command went into camp for supper and a few hours' rest, and when

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THE BU ff ALO BILL ST O RIES. 15 Buffalo Bill, alone on the watch, was to call out to Captain Taylor the moment when it wol).ld be well to open fire, and that officer's clear voice would give the command to his to begin their deadly work. Watching the top of the distant ridge, shielded by a rock and pine bush, Buffalo Bill saw a redskin horseman ride into view. The scouts then had already skippeGl. to their hid ing-places. The Indian halted a moment, gazing at the scene as though. enjoying the picturesque beauty spread out before him Then he rode slowly on .down the trail. Soon after half a dozen other horsemen appeared, and behind them came a band of thirty, at their head riding two men whose appearance at once riveted the scout's gaze. "There they are, Death Face, the young chief, and Captain Eagle. ..... They were riding side by side and behind the; n came their immediate bodyguard of warriors. Following this party came a number of Indian ponies dragging travois, bearing the Indian dead and wounded, for they had rigged up a means of carrrying the bodies and the injured from the field Buffalo Bill counted the ponies dragg-ing the travois, and muttered: "Sixty "If every travois means a dead or redskin we hit them hard; b u t wait until we open here, pards, and we'll hit you harder still," and the scout smi.Jed grimly at the gruesome work before him, for, though he held sympathy for the Indian, he y_et fel t that the severest means of punishment would soonest teach t hem to bury the tomahawk and be content to live m peace. The ponies bearing the dead and wounded were followed by the main body of the Indians, some two hundred in number, and by the time the last of these, the rear guard, had crossed the ridge, the advance was in the river. Stopping for their horses to drink, those in advance were quickly overtaken by those in the rear, the whole party were heaped together. The woun,ded were lifted to the backs of ponies now, for they could not be dragged through the river, and those most seriously hurt were held on by braves mounted behind them. The dead w'ere not taken from their on the travois, for nothing could harm them. When the reached the other shore, they at once turned off for the lowland beyond the ledge and willows as Buffalo Bill had surmised they would do, to camp there for the night. when about half the force had crossed, and the balance were in the river, Buffalo Bill decided to give his signal to Captain Taylor. The Indians had ridden along strangely silent and subdued, evidently pondering over their heavy lpsses of late and hoping for revenge. Not a thought of danger ahead disturbed them un til suddenly echoing from cliff to cliff, cle ar, wild and terrible, rang out the well-known warcry of Buffalo Bill. It at once caused a terrible scene of excitement in the Indian ranks, which was added to when Captain Taylor's commanding voice called to his men to fire, and three score carbines rattled forth showers of leaden hail. Ponies and warriors went dowq, the redskin braves shrunk back, staggered, bleeding and demo:.alized. Some answered the fire of death with defiant war cries and shots, and those in the river began to re treat. Again the carbines fl.ashed, and in one mass of con fusion and terror the redskins began the retreat across the river, just as the scouts and troopers on the other shore opened a hot fire upon them. But they seemed to realize that their greatest danger lay ahead, and they surged frantically back upon the trail they had come, leaving their dead and dying behind them, and driven to desperation by the savage blow dealt upon them.


.. THE B UFF A LO BI L L S T OR I ES. But there was one who did not back with the others. He had started to do so, and then, deciding upon his cours e, had whjeled to the right and dashed up along the river bank. It was the quickes t way to get out from under that terrible death-dealing fire. It was the outlaw chief and h e went alone, for no redskin followed his and theii young chief had pointed to retreat the way they had come. The soldiers, remembering their orders, did not fire at the flying chief and Buffalo Bill wz..s not able to do so in time to check his flight, being down the stream from the ford. But he sa w hi s act, and, l eaping out of co v er, ran, at the risk of his life for the bullets of the redskins pattered about him, to where the pony of a chief had run, his rider having been slain. Leaping upo n the back of the animal, he had turned him in chase of the fugitive outlaw, to find the horse was of little speed. Instantly he wheeled about, and, dashing the spurs into his flanks, he drove him at full speed down toward where the _troop' s horses were corralled. In a few moments he dashed out of the willow thicket, mounted upon his own splendid horse Lucifer, and went off like a rocket in pursuit of the outlaw. "Don't mind me, Captain Tay lor, for I want that man's scalp, and you have won the fight," called out Buffalo Bill as he dashed by Captain Taylor, who, with his men, had now come out of ambush and were preparing to mount their horses as they were brought up by the men in charge of them, to make a show of pursuit of the Indians. Captain made reply, but Buffalo Bill did not hear him as he dashed away, a lone pursuer upon the outlaw's trail. CHAPTER V. AFTER THE FIGHT. The redskins had been rallied from their panic by the skill and cool courage of their young chief Death face. He had quickly realized that the ambus4 had been ahead, that the scattering shots from the other shore showed but a small force in their rear for effect, and that his course was to recross and strike up the river bank for the upper ford, especially as a mile away there was a place where he could make a stand and beat back the soldiers on his track. He picked up what wounded he could, but felt compelled to leav ( e his dead, and in solid force crossed the river in spite of the double fire now poured upon him He saw that the outlaw chief had acted wisely in the c ourse he had but then he could not have rallied his warriors to go in that direction, so did the next best thing and recrossed the river. It was his intention to hurl his whole force upon the small party there and wipe them out; but this had been a,ntkipated by Captain Taylor and Buffalo Bill, and orders had been given the men ir \.charge of horses to bring them up the moment they saw the Indiars attempt to recross the stream. This they did and the quick mounted pursuit saved the soldiers and scouts across the river. Forcing his wounded on ahead, Death Face rallied his braves in the rear to retreat slowly and protect them, and showers of bullets and arrows were fired upon the soldiers as they crossed the river in chase. But they did not dare tarry long, for from the roc\

THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 17 me their flight for the upper ford, and thence on to teir village as soon as night came on. The captain, too, had seen several couriers ride on iead, among the first to get across, and he knew: iis meant a rapid ride to the Indian village for aid, 1nd that by morning, or soon after, a force would be 9.on him which he could not withstand. There was then but one thing for him to do, and iat was to make a show of pursuit until nightfall, ,1d then retreat for the fort at once, taking the trail ick the way the Indians had come, but dispatching :out-courier' s on the trail the troopers had come to ford to warn Colonel Carr to send a force out in lat direction to guard against a surprise, which in ieir frenzy the redskins might attempt upon the )rt, seeing that the soldiers had retreated in the ther direction. A council was quickly heltl among the officers, and aro scouts were ordered as soon as darkness came recross the river and go back to the fort by he tra.il they had come, with dispatches for Colonel :arr, and to ride rapidly but not break their horses !own. The rest of the command, after burying their dead omrades, would retreat on the redskins' trail to the i iver, carrying their wounded with them. The redskins' dead and wounded would be left to he care of the braves who would come in the mornng to look after them, when they found the soldiers '-"One. _"But how about Cody?" said Captain Taylor when their plans had been arranged. "I fear he has placed himself in a very perilous po3ition," the captain of the troop that had come \Vith Captain Taylor's own command said. "He went off on the track of that outlaw like a whirlwind; but it is a dangerous undertaking, as the nan being pursued can go into ambush and_ kill his pursuer." "Yes, captain, and, ,having gone up the river Buf falo Bill is on the side of the Indian village, and if he pursues the outlaw far he will be between the skins coming from their camps and those now in re treat," a lieutenant said. "Well, I shall leave a couple of scouts on the other: side to watch for his return, and two men here, in case he should cross before those Indians yonder get up to the other ford and come down this side. "I am sorry that he wen!, but the men I leave will know how to take care of themselves when morning comes, and their horses will have a good night's rest. "As for ourselves, as it is growing dark, we will set out on the march, for we must get well beyond the ridge before we camp, and then be off again at dawn," said Captain Taylor. It was a strange coincidence that, as night was coming on, both Indians and soldiers were preparing to run away from each other. The former feared, as the soldiers did not press the pursuit, they had other forces near who were marching around toward the other ford to catch them with overhanging cliffs on one side, a river on the other and between two squadrons of foes. They longed to get across the river by the upper ford, and then they would make a stand until help came from their villages, help they had sent after already, and which would come in two columns, on the trails to both fords. The soldiers were anxious to get away, for they had no help, they knew their weakness and were well aware of the strength the Indians could bring against them within twelve hours. By a night retreat they could go many miles be fore halting to camp for re s t and food. Then, after another ride before dawn and after, by the time they halted for breakfast they would be many miles from the scene of conflict just about the time the Indian reinforcements were arriving there. With such a start they had nothing to fear, for, no matter if hundreds of warriors were in the saddle against them, they would not dare venture far acros s the ri ver in pursuit, after the bitter and deadly les s ons they had lately learned. The scouts left on the scene, with a night's rest for


18 THE BUFF J\LO BILL STORIES. their horses, the captain was sure would easily distance all pursuit as far as the Indians would venture, for they would expect to be led into an ambush. But it was the absence of Buffalo Bill that troubled Captain Taylor and all of hi s men. The chief of scouts had dashed away in pursuit of his bitterest foe. He had gone alone, and on the Indian side of the 1 iver, where small of hunters might be met a t a ny moment. He had gone in chase of a man who was skilled in border craft, cunning, fearless and dangerous, and was as artful as a redski .n. A man who had had his band of outlaws wiped out by the very -nan who pursued him who had been forced to fly to safety among the Indians, and whose treasures had been taken from him, and his wife also haa gone with his enemies. \Vas it a wonder then that he would seek revenge upon Buffalo Bill and risk life to get it? The scant, anxious also to capture the outlaw chief, would strain every nerve and take that at another time he would not do. These thoughts flashed through Captain Taylor's mind, and he told his officers how he felt regarding the safety of the scout, and they, too, shared hi s anxiety. And yet, to have remained on the ri ver bank awaiting his return would have been madness, so the order to march had been given as soon as darkness fell, and just as the Indians, too, were pulling out in hot haste for the upper ford. The dead were carried along by the soldiers, to bury when they made their camp, and the wounded were cared for as well as circumstances would ad mit. During the night march one of the worst of the wounded troopers. died, but his body was strapped upon one of the captured Indian ponies and carried along with the others. It was just an hour before midnight when the scout who was guiding, and who had been on the trail before, led the way to' a camp where water wood and grass were plentiful. r The tired horses were staked out, fires were bu supper put on, and graves were dug for the dead while the surgeon dressed the wounds of those wh had needed his aid most. Then supper was served, sentinels placed, and th tired troopers threw themselves down and slep soundly. Buffalo Bill's scouts were the self-imposed guards for, like their chief, they had wonderful powers o endurance and were glad to let the soldiers rest. After four hours' rest they roused the camp, as o.r dered by Captain Taylor, and fifteen minutes after the march was again begun. Until eight o'clock they held on, and then a halt was made for .and a long rest, for there was no danger of pursuit then, and Captain Taylor was anxioi..1s to have the scouts overtake him. It was nearly noon when the two left on the rif}c arrived. They reported the hasty retreat of the Indians un der Death Face, the arrival of several hundred war riors on the other shore soon after sunrise, and the going of the two scouts left across the river, and seeing their signal that Buffalo Bill had not joined them during the night. Nor had the scout joined the two scouts who brought in tli.e report, and a gloom fell upon all for dread that Buffalo Bill had met his doom at last. Captain Taylor called his officers together and held a council of war. It was at last decided that as the expedition had been simply to ambush the retreating Indians and administer to them a severe lesson, this having been accomplished, there was nothing left to be done but to return to the fort and report the result, w!th the fact that Buffalo Bill was missing, and it was feared harm had befallen him. Then several of the scouts came up and asked to be allowed to remain behind and search for their chief. This request was granted, Captain Taylor calling


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 19 for volunteers, and Hugh Hardin and four of his scout comrades went back on the trail in search of Buffalo Bill, while the troopers continued on toward Fort Advance. It was a sad march of the troopers back to the fort, for another of the wounded men died on the way, runni .ng the death roll np to seven men, with twice as many wounded. But they had accomplished their purpose-hit the redskins a terrible blow, slaying many of them, vounding many more and capturing half a hundred om es. But there was gloom on account" of Buffalo Bill's is-ppearance, more sorrow being felt for the popua r sco11t's fate than for the dead soldiers. Soldiers could bP. replaced, there were many of hem, but only one Buffalo Bill, the idol of plainsnen, and one whose fame was earned by deeds of esperate daring. } ter an absence o f fi\'e days, the company came n sight of the fort. All hoped to find Buffalo Bill there, and the first uestion of Captain Taylor was: "Has Cody arrived?" "No, Taylor; and we hoped he was with you." Captain Taylor at once went to headquarters to eport, and Colonel Carr was seated upon his piazza nd sai d quickly: "Glad to se e you back, Captain Tay lor, and conratnlate you upon your victory, which the scouts rought news of but is Cody with you?" "No, Colonel Carr; I did hope to find him here." "No, and his two men reported that he went off [one in chase of the outlaw chief, Eagle." "He did, sir, and has not been seen since." "This is bad, very bad ; but he is like a cat and may t turn up, for I've set him down as dead many 1es; in fact, he has nine times nine lives." "I hope he may put in an appearance, for our vicry as wholly owing to him, and it was one the dskins will remember. I felt it best to return to e fort, sir, over the Indians' trail, but I left Hugh Hardin and four other scouts to look for Buffalo Bill." "Heaven grant they find him, and Hardin is the man to do it if any one can. If they do not return with him to-morrow I will send out another searching party, for Lieutenant Walter Worth has asked to go." The captain retired to his quarters, where a few moments after Sergeant Fallon came and asked for an interview. "I am happy to hear that your 'daughter was restored to yo u sergeant, and trust that she is well, as also your invalid guest." "Yes, sir, my daughter is well and loves the life here, while Mrs. Lamar is improving rapidly; but I came to ask you regarding the chief of scouts, sir, for it is said that he is thought to have been killed and by the outlaw chief?" "It is only surmise, sergeant, as Cody dashed off in pursuit of the outlaw, and did not return. Five o f his scouts are searching for him, and if they do not return with news of him to-morrow, the colonel will send out a search party after him." I should like to go along, sir, and a hand in his rescue, for I owe more than life to him, sir, in re turning to me my child." I will speak to the colonel for you, then, ana it will be Lieutenant Worth who commands the party." "Then if Buffalo Bill can be found, sir, he is the one to do it," earnestly said the sergeant, and he added: I will report to Mrs. Lamar and my then, sir, that Buffalo Bill is only missing, for they urged me to come to you and ask about sir, and the sergeant returned to his quarters. CHAPTER VI. THE RETURN OF THE SEARCH PARTY. a watch was kept up by the sentinels and others at the fort for some sign of the scout's return. :The fort was well situated on two sides of a. ..


2 0 T H E B UFF /\LO B ILL STORIES flowing sfream, and where the land sloped from it on every side It was well timbered in the inclosure of a dozen acres, and in the meadows below were gardens fenced in, and corrals for the cattle and horses to be placed, in threatened dang-er from an Indian raid. Off on the hills near the cowboys and horse-herd ers had their cabins, and down the valley was a settlement of several hundreds, with miners dwelling up in the mountains a few miles distant. The fort was a strong one, with stockade walls and earthen breastworks; it was delightfully situated and surrounded by beautiful scenery, while game of all kinds abounded near, rendering it a most desirable post for officers and their families. There were a number of officers' wives and chil 'dren at the fort, a school for the latter, a chapel in which the chaplain officiated on Sunday, a dancing hall, and all sports were encouraged. Colonel Carr was. an ideal officer, a perfect disci plinarian, but courteous and kind to all, and life a t Fort Advance in spite of its dangerous situation, was much enjoyed by all dwellers there. Buffalo Bill, as chief of scouts, and on accoun t of his record and personal .attractions as well, recei v ed the same respect and considerati o n bestowed upon a commissioned officer, and with one and all he was a favorite, so that the dread that he had met with death at the hands of the outlaw chief cast a damper upon all His late brilliant deeds had endeared him still more to all, and there was a cloud of gloom hovering abbut every cabin and campfire as long as his fate was unknown and it was feared that he had met his 'death. Particul arly did his corps of scouts grieve for him and, though he had been reported killed and looked upon as dead time and again before, yet it seemed now that he must have been slain, or why had he not returned to camp? If he had been captu_red by the Indians, all knew what a terrible fate would be his. That the five scouts who had gone back to look for some trace of him did not return looked ominous for Buffalo Bill, the men in the barracks thought. In the officers' club the missing scout was the theme of conversation, and all felt glad when it was lmown that Lieutenant \Valter \.Y orth had volunI teered to go out with a party and find him, o r kn ow what had befallen him That dashing young of-ficer was the i dol of the sol diers, and he had a way of getting at bottom facts when sent on any mission, and of accomplish ing such wonders that the truth would soon be known if he started out in of the chief of scouts, and Colonel Carr had promised to allow him to go if the five men then absent did not return that day. In the home of Sergeant Fallon the tension felt was great regarding Buffalo Bill's not coming in. The part the scout had taken in the res cue of Lucille Fallon had greatly endeared him to the sergeant, while his daughter had learned to admire him by ties of the strongest friendship. The outlaw s wife, Mildred Lamar, had nearly re gained her strength again, after her long sickness, but the suspense she vvas in could not but retard her recovery. She had once dearly loved her husband, believing him noble and true; but her idol had been shattered when she found him out to be a vile murderer and robber. Freed from him by going to the fort with his -.{a1r captive, Lucille Fallon, she had hoped never to hear of him again. But in vain the hope, for the truth became known to her tha t he had allied himself with Indians, openly leading them agains t Lieutenant worth and Buffalo Bill s rescue party, and then when attacked by Cap tain Taylor' s command he h a d been at their head with the young chief, Death Face. Pursued by Buffalo Bill, the fate of the scout and the outlaw chief was unknown, and hence the sus pense fell heavily upon the wife, more so than upon others. Had she known that her lawless husband was dead she could have rested content, but that he had killed Buffalo Bill and still lived on for further red deeds was a cruel burden to bear. As night came on the sentinel reported a party of horsemen coming down the mountain frail. They were counted, and found to be five in n u m ber. They were then recognized as Hugh Hardin and his four comrades, left behind to find their chief. Buffalo Bill was not with them. Upon arrival at the fort Hugh Hardin went to headquarters to make his report.


' .I. ,-HE BUf f l\LO B ILL STORIES. 21 They had scouted up and down the river, and discovered that the Indians had placed camps of senti nels at each of the three fords, so that they could not cross to reconnoiter on the other side. They had found no trace of Buffalo Bill, and in vain tried to capture a brave to learn, if they could, if he had been killed or captured. That the outlaw chief, Captain Eagle, had not been killed was certain, for all of the scouts had seen him with Chief Death Face, ride to the redskin camp at the ford and scan the shores across the river with his glass. The dead Indians and the wounded had all been removed by their comrades, and no one else than themselves, the five scouts, ha d been seen on the other shore of the river. Believing and hoping that Buffalo Bill had escaped death or capture, they had returned to the fort, trusting to find him there and make their report. Colonel Carr listened to the report with a clouded brow. It seemed to foreshadow the fate of Buffalo Bill. Hardin, you have done your duty, all that you could do, and were right in returning. How many redskins were in the sentinel camps?" "All of fifty, sir." "At each ford?" "Yes, sir." "You went to each ford?" "We did, sir." "And they just camped there?" "Yes, sir, but they had scouts patroling up and down the river, we could see, and once or twice we thought they were coming across, and then we intended to capture them; but they thought better of it and never ventured more than half way over." The colonel soon after dismissed the scout, just as Lieutenant vVorth made his appearance. "Pardon me, Colonel Carr, but I ha ve come to gain request, sir, that I may go in search of Scout Cody." I was just going to send for you, Lieutenant 'vVorth. Sit down, and we will talk it over. "I have just had a report from Scout Hardin that 1e could find no trace of his chief, that the three fords are guarded on the other side o f the river by fifty Indians, and he saw both t he red s kin chief and the outlaw Eagle visiting these senti nel p osts." "That means, sir that the outlaw captain was not killed?" "Yes, he is not dead." "The scouts were sure?" "Yes." "It looks as though Buff a lo Bill might have been killed, then, by the outlaw?" "I am sorry to say it has that app>arance, 'vVorth." "May I not go, sir, and try to ascertain the real situation?" "You may do so; but what is your idea about going?" "Sergeant Fallon is anxious t o go, sir, so Captain Taylor informs me and 1 I would wish for no better 1nan." "Very true; but yo u s urel y would not go only with the sergeant?" "No, sir for I would like to have Scouts Will Palmer, Hugh Hardin and four others of their comrades whom these two may s elect, along with Cor poral Kane a11d eight o f my troop, sir, picked men :ind horses all of them." "That would give you sixteen men under your c ommand?" "Yes, sir, s i x of whom are Buffalo Bill's own men, nine of my own troop and Sergeant Fallon, who is a host in himself, sir." "Ver y true," and the colonel was silent a moment i n thought. Then he said: "Lieutenant \tVorth I h ave every confidence in the world in you, and I also feel that a small force is better fhan a large one, so I am willing you shall go, but I desire to send with you also Surgeon Denmead, for: yo u may n eed hi s se r v ices. Then, too, I will send an officer, your inferior in rank, of course, with thirty men and a light gun to be within call, dose cali! shoi.ild you need aid, on the trail Buffalo Bill le6 Captain Taylor by, and a like number with a gun, by the trail Taylor returned by to camp at certaiu points you m ay designate where they can be called upon, if necessary, or you can retreat to. Of course, with each command I will send s ev e ral scouts, and thus aided, by knowing you have relief at hand, you can venture much more than otherwise would be prudent, and you know the Indians a re just now in a frenzied mood at their losses and defeats." 'I thank you, Colone l Carr, for your kindne ss, for this aid yo u give me \\ill be of grea t benefit sir.


23 THE B U fl" ALO BILL STORIES. "I will talk over the matter with Hardin and Palmer, and decide upon the camps for the relief forces to remain and inform you, sir, and I wou ld like 'to make a start to-night, with your leave, they \ startmg at dawn "You can do so, starting at your w i ll." It took the lieutenant little time to arrange matters, and two hotlrs after he rode away from the fort at the head of his little command to go on the search for Buffalo Bill. CHAPTER VII. 'A CLEVER DEVICE. Lieutenant Worth rode away from the fort with his command, whil e.rthe sun w.as yet two hours high He wished. to p r ess on to a camping ground thirty miles away, and with an early start the following morning, be able to reach the scene of the late battle while i t was broad dayli g ht. With his scouts well ahead, they would soon discover if the Indians were yet encamped at the ford, and the tw o other crossings could be reconnoitered to discover if they were also guarded. If the three c r ossings of the river were guarded, then there must be some way planned to capture a redskin, or get across to the other shore and begin a scout in search of Buffalo Bill. The camping place was reached in good time, supper was had, guards placed, and the command was soon fast asleep. But they made an early start, and it was while the sun was yet an hour above the horizon that the halt was called within a fe;v miles of the center of the three fords, to a'.-vait the reports of the scouts sent to see if they were still guarded. The scout sent to the lower ford first returned and repor ted having seen the Indians encamped on the other shore, for he had climbed a high tree and looking over a ridge, had seen half a hundred ponies staked out, out no redskin visible. The next sc out to report was Will Palmer, who had gone to the m i ddle ford, the main trail across the river, and the scene of Captain Taylor's fight with the I ndians. He had surveyed t h e o t h e r shore w ith his g l ass and had discovered an Indian sentinel among the rocks, b u t coul d not see others, though he was sure they we r e there. I t was just at sunset when the third scout retu rned He had gone to the upper of t\1e three fo r ds, r id \ ing ahead of the command slowly in the a n d he had discovered a ca m p of about h a lf a hundred Indians on the other shore. This proved t hat the Indians were sti ll g u ard ing the fords, either from the fact that they expected a raid from the soldiers in force, or knew that Buffalo Bill was across the river and they wished to capture him, for the banks of the stream were such that oniy crossings at the three fords could be made for many long miles As he was now convinced that there was no chance of crossing the river, save by strategy, Lieutenan t vV orth decided to move his command t o a g ood camping place a mile back from the ce nter for:d and from there send his scouts out to work. The rendezvous for the two command s to come to his support were to be on the river trail, and the one across country, sqme twenty miles away from his camping place. The camp was reached .after nightfall, but Hugh Hardin knew it well and it was found to be a very secure hiding place, with fine pasturage for the horses, a good stream and wood in plenty, th g cooking could only be done at night, as the smoke in the daytime would betray them to the Indians. That night the lieutenant, leaving Sergeant Fallon in command, went with Scouts Hardin and Palmer and reconnoitered to the ford. They saw the glimmer of the Indian campfires upon the other side, and the young officer said: "I shall to-morrow see if we cannot trap a redskin, for some of them must cross to this side "'vVe will be in wait for them. So the next day the scouts and soldiers were in ambush all day, but no redski n came across t h e stream, though at times a dozen or more we r e dis covered on.the other side. "May I suggest a plan to catch one, sir?" said Sergeant Fallon. "Certainly, sergeant." "My horse is trained, sir, and I will take posit ion myself to-morrow before dawn down among the rocks, and he will stay about feeding near me. "He will come at my low call, and the redski ns seeing him, and thinking he is a stray animal, will come across to catch him. "Seeing them, he will draw near to me, and I can catch one with a Jasso, for hardly will more than o n e


l'HE BUFF ALO B ill STORIES. 23 come across, .but should more come, I will retreat up the trail, the horse will follow and he will draw them into an ambush." "The very thing to be done, sergeant, and you shall carry it out as you have planned," said the lieutenant. The next morning the sergeant was in position before daybreak, and his horse, stripped of saddle and bridle, was feeding near him. The position chosen was a good one, for from the other side no one could see what occurred, unless hey were just directly opposite. . It was about an hour after sunrise \.Vhen from his point of observation Lieutenant Worth saw an In dian horseman ride into view on the other side. He came down to the river, rode in, and had his 1ariat in hand as he drew toward the when Dis gaze fell upon the sergeant's horse calmly feeding. Reaching the bank, he came slowly forward, all eady to throw his coil, and as he drew near t'he 10rse, the animal slowly retreated before him but :ame to a halt after going a short distance, and the -,e S'kin to catch him. The redskin eyed che horse anxiously and long-' ngly as he went toward him. He had seen the animal from across the river and ;aying nothing to his companions, had mounted his )wn pony and ridden over to capture a prize. Being the sentinel on duty, he could rn;>t be seen rom the can1p of the other Indians over in the neadow beyond the willows, and he was anxious to ret possession of his prize before any one else knew 1 f its being there. That the horse had gotten away from the soldiers, l fter the battle, he believed, and he certainly had the lppearance of being a very fine animal. So, when he got near the horse, which stood almly surveying him, he coiled his long lariat and 1repared to catch him. His lariat flew from his hand with great force, and raight as an arrow went toward the head of the orse. But the sergeant's horse seemed trained to avoid a oose, for he quickly ducked his head and the coil ruck on the neck and failed to catch. But at the same instant there came a whizzing und from one side of the redskin, a dark object ated in the air, a noose encircled the body of the Indian, and with a sharp twang he was dragged from the back of his horse to the ground. The pony, wheeling in fright, the redskin feUheav ily, with stunning force, and before he could realize what h?.c[ happened, there bounded a form toward a quici{ turn of the lasso was taken around his neck, and he \\as choked so as to prevent an outcry or resistance. Raising him in his strong arms, the sergeant bore him back into the cany011, where J;..,ieutenant Worth and Scout Palmer was having seen the clever capture "I'll bring his pony in, too, sir," said Sergeant Fallon, and in a short while he came back with his own and the Indian's pony and 'suggested that they take the prisoner beyond the hearing of an outcry, should he attempt to give warning of dange1 to his com rade s So the prisoner was taken quickly back to the camp, and there, under the care of Surgeon Denmea

/ r 2 4 T H E BUFFALO BI L L S TO RIES. more warriors to the scene, and had not seen the ch!ef of scouts." "Do you believe him, sergeant?" "I do, sir, for he would onJy be too glad to let me know that Buffalo Bill had been killed or captured. "He says also, sir, that when the outlaw captain heardthat Buffalo Bill had gone in chase of him and had not crossed the river with the troops, he asked Death Face to send his young warriors on his trail and capture him but all had come in with the same report, that they had tracked the scout to a spot on the rive r bank, where the trail ended, for either the horse had been forced to leap fro111 the cliff, or he had been thrown off for some purpose, and that Buf falo Bill had taken the chances of swimming acrqss stream, where the river was wide and dashed along at a rapid rate, though upon the other shore it was possible to land if he reached it. "Indian scouts had up to the spot on the other shore, and searched for some sign of a trail where a horse or man had left the water, but none was found, and it was the belief of Chief Death Face, and also of Captain Eagle, that the great scout had attempted to swim across the ri ve r and both he and his horse had been drowned." "Then that means that Buffalo Bill is dead,'' sadly said Lieutenant Worth. "The only thing for u s to do is to return to the fort and report our failure." CHAPTER VIII. THE SCOUT'S P URSUIT. It will be well now to follow on the trail of Buf falo Bill, when he dashed away in hot pursuit of Cap"tain Eagle, the leader of the Red Hands. Having to rid e the Indian pony he had captured, t o the corral, and there get hi s own matchle ss horse Lucifer, had delayed him so that the outlaw had all of ten miuutes' start of him. But Buffalo :Bill, in his lone scouting expeditions, had ventured into the neighborhood of the Indian village, and he knew the country thereabout well. He was aware that the chi e f could only retreat by one trail up the river for miles, and then, by a flank movement, would reach the other ford. From it the trail would lead to the Indian village, and that would be the way the chief would doubtless go. As there-was no turning off point, speed was what would be required to overtake the outlaw, and the scout was anxious to come up with him as soon as possible and end the affair. He felt glad that it would be a death shot fo. r the outlaw, rather th a n capture and being taken to the fort where he would be hanged, thus bringing a deeper sorrQW upon his unfortunate wife. Under oth e r circumstances, were it not for that poor w ife the scout would have been more than content to let the outl aw suffe r the penalty for his many crimes as he justly deserved, at the rope's end. But now, should he come up with him it would be a duel to the death between them. l T h e trail of the outlaw in his flight' showed that h was urging his horse to his fullest speed. Corning to a place among steep cliffs o n either s ide, t h e scout aw that there was no trace of a trail. But the outlaw could not have turned off, and s mu s t have gone on, only the nature of the groun preventin&" any hooftracks being made. j Noticing ahead that there were. places among the rocks where a horse and man could hide, Bufialo 1 Bill went m o r e cautiously. The outlaw would doubtless e pect to be pur sued, and therefore he would prepare against a foe But the scou t went on, though with greater cau tion o nl y Did it come to a trial of speed, he knew that Luci fer was more tha n a match for even the far-fame I fleet steed of Captain Eagle. The nature of the ground still prevented any trac of the trail being seen until suddenly the scout cam to where it was rey ealecl again. It led on ahead a long a canyon for a short dis tance, and then there was a cliff on the one side, an a hundred yards away the bank of the tiver. The scou t halted for a moment, and then a searc showed that the trail of the outlaw's horse continue on around the cliff, here and there rev ealed wher there were patches of earth covering the rock ground. It was not over three miles to the upper ford, an Buffalo Bill concluded that the outlaw must be a of a inile ahead of him. So he decided to ride on to the upper ford, and he did not c o m e up with him to cross make a wid detour so as not to meet the retreating Indians o the other side, for he had seen them turn up the ban of the river, and thus regain Captain Taylor's co


THE BUFF A L O BILL STORIES. za and again at the lower ford, for they would remain there all night, he supposed, or retreating, would march slowly, as there were wounded to carri along. I But he hoped that the outlaw would come to a halt, or he would overtake him, and thus bring on a duel between them for there was a feud of long standing between Buffalo Bill and the Red Hand Riders, and he was more than willing to take his chances in an encounter with the chief. Jvst as he started on again, happening to glance over toward the river Buffalo Bill was startled to see the outlaw ride into view, and coming down the river. This seemed to indicate that he had dou_ bled on his rail on ahead, ridden over to the river and followed along the edge of the cliff as though to return to the lower ford, when believing he was not follo wed r He did not see the scout, that was certain but rode leisurely along, having just come into view from riding out of a ravine which he had to cross to con tinue on along the bank. Buffalo Bill waited until he got directly opposite (k-mm,c so that he would not be able to dash at once to cover, and then he prepared to act. He could hav e dropped the man from his saddle without a word; but he was too brave a man to take an advantage even of the outlaw. No, he would give him a warning at least, of his presence, and that it must be a fight to the death be1tween them. e The outlaw's gaze was across the ri ver, as he rode along, as though he was looking in that direction for danger, little dreaming that it was so near at hand. I "Hands up pa rd!" The voice of the sco u t rang out cle"ar as a bell determined and threatening, and he had his rifle across his arm as he gave the ominous order. Lucifer stood like a statue, facing the river. and the scout had the outlaw within four hundred feet of him, his rifle ready for use. At the first word the outlaw's horse was reined ack suddenly, and first dropping his hand upon his evolver, he then g rasped hi s rifle and svvtmg it ound for quick u se, wholly unmindful of the comand to rai se his hands that came from Buffalo Biil. Buffalo Bill felt that he had done his duty in warnng-the outlaw of his presence. He had called out to him to raise his hands, with he hope that he woulcl refuse, and refusi ng, attempt to fight it out, for, as I have stated, he did n?t wish to capture him and have to carry him to the fort. The outlaw did just what the scout expected him to do, that is) attempt to fire on him. He saw that the distance was beyond revolver range, and so he grasped his rifle. The scout wa.s not hurried in his movements. He could have fired at the end of his sentence. But now as the outlaw had his rifle in hand he ran his eyes along the sights and pulled trigger. The quick mo vement of the fugitive, however ; startled his horse, and as he grasped the rein to restrain the animal he did so with a jerk on the bit that \ seemed to madden the beast, as he reared wildly just as the scout pulled tr1gger. The bullet sped on, but whether to a target in the horse or his rider, Buffalo Bill did not know, for the rearing animal staggered backward as the leaden messenger sped on its errand, and with a cry of fright almost human in its tones, went over the cliff. There was a human cry, too, as the rider went down with his ho rne, still in the saddle, and it came from the outlaw's lips. Over the cliff wit h a crash went horse and rider, and Buffalo Bill cried: "My God! they have plunged over together. ''That m eans the end of the chief of the Riders of the Overland." With the utterance of his words, he spurre d forward at full speed, halting within a few feet of the edge of the cliff leaped from the back of his horse and gazed over. He saw nothing of the man, but the_ horse \Vas struggling madly with the swiftly-flowing waters. But t he ani1' nal lasted only an instant, and was roned under by the current out o f sig ht, just as the outlaw arose and threw up his arms in a mad strug gle for life. Cou ld Buffalo Bill haYe saved that man's life then lie would h ave done so, for he felt all the horror that comes to the one who looks on helpless to aid and $ee a ie!low-being drown. A,_ moment pas fecl and horse and rider had disap peared fore ver from sight. There was no doubt of their death, for the torrent of waters rushed on, and though the scout turned his glass clown the stream, they did not rise again. For a moment Buffalo Bill stood in silence, his fine face by what he had witn essed.


26 THE BUFFALO B ILL S T O RIES. Then, with a sigh, he said to his horse: "The e n d has come Lucifer, and we ran the outlaw chief to his .death. Mounting a gain, Buffalo Bill started off anxious to avoid any bands of the retreating Indians who might be in the vicinit y I t led a few hundred y a rds to a ravine, and here it wa s lo s t. But some impul s e c a u s e d the scout. t o ride down i nto the ravine and the rocky surface left no t r ail. He held on, supposing that the ravine would lead him out to the cl iff trail a gain, a11d suddenly came to the ri v er. I There he sa w the trail o f the outlaw 's horse, as it came in view directl y a t the water's edge. '" Well I did not know there w a s a break in the cliff banks along here th a t one could reach the river qy. "If the red s kins cr owd me, I c a n swim across, though I w ould not reli s h such an un dertaking "But the outlaw rode into the ri ve r here, fo r it i s 'sh a llow and t o have g ained the cliff w here I saw him he mus t h av e co me d o wn the rive r s o I w ill go up. Witb this, k eeping close along under the high cliff wh e r e t;1e n:\ w a s a sand and gravel depos it and t he water w as bu t a foot in depth, he held hi s w ay for s e v eral hundred yards Then he c a me to anothe r cha s m in the cliff and he ente red i t the rocky walls t owering a hundred feet abov e his head and the n arrow passageway not fiv e feet wide. A strea m cle a r as gl a ss flowed down the chasm to the river but here and there was the track of the out law s hors e s o the scout held on. A t the mouth of the chasm where he had turned in, he s aw up the river half a mil e landmarks that were familiar rev ealing to him the uppe r ford A f t e r a ride of a qu arter of a mile up the ch as m it suddenly spread out into a veritable bowl, for it w a s a coup l e of acres in size, surrounded by precipitous cliff s hundreds of feet high, a n d which a squ irrel could not climb, the edges all fringed with pines. But the bowl was l ike a garden of beauty, a bit of meadowland clotted with trees, with a deep, clear pool in it, .into which from the cliff above fell a vaillik e fall of water. The scout halted his horse and looked long and : earnestly about him. Buffalo Bill, in hi s s urprise, did not di smount from \ his horse full ten minutes, but stood gazing ab o ut ) him. Then he saw what surprised him still more. h It was a shelter of pine boughs at the head o f thell del4 and by it were the remains of a campfire, the ) CiSh(.s still warm. "Well!" exclaimed Buffalo Bill in surprise, and hek at once staked his horse out and began a furtheJ 1 ; j search of the place. There w a s evidence of some one having spent sev era! days there at least, as the ashes of the cam p fire revealed, and the spots fed over by a hors I s t a ked out. j Going again to the entrance to the little Buffalo Bill from there agai n made a detour on foot but with the same result, to see that there was b u o ne entrance and exit. i Returning to his horse, he mounted and rode do w n to the entrance to the canyon at the river. There he saw traces of a hors e having made a land in g 011 the grav el bar above the mouth of the T he tracks we re still there upon the upper edge o t he bar, for there it ended, shelving off into w a ter. Goin g back clow n the stream, on the bar, the wa he had come, Buffal o Bill took in the whole ''."ay care fully, and reaching the little ravine, went up _it t where he had turned in. From that point two trail s were visible that of th outla w s h o r s e g oin g on d o wn the bank, and his ow coming to it. "Why, this looks like t he same trail, would b taken for your own tracks, Lucifer, showing ap parent l y that you had c o me this far, turned and gon back aga in "This i s lucky fo r the Ind i a ns will see it, follow ing my trail to the ri ver, t hen here, back to the clift' and their k ee n e yes will soon rea d that the horsl went over there. "They will think I lo s t m y head, b acked you ove r good horse, and struc k out afoot; but they are mis taken. 1 "Now, how on earth did the outlaw chief read that place from above? "He could do it but in one way and that is i 1 crossing the ford half a mile above, lose his footin and have his horse swept on down by the current t the bar. I hear the warcries of the reds kins now, and th s h o t s of the so ldier s s o they must be coming on u 1 the trail, either one sice of the river or the other.


THE BU ff ALO BILL STORIES. 27 "I will take you back to that little valley, Lucifer, and then find out what is going on." Back to the retreat the scout rode, and Lucifer was unsaddled and staked out to feed and he seemed greatly to enjoy the chance to crop the green, juicy grass about him. Then Buffalo Bill stripped off his lower clothing, ) and carrying them in his arms, waded along the bar back to the ravine, then up it to the cliff, and thence back to where he had turned off the outlaw chief's trail. Dressing himself again, Buffalo Bill went forward cautiously to reconnoiter. He dared not retrace his way down the trail he had come, until he knew the redskins were not there. Going up the river, following the trail of the outlaw, his experienced eye told him that the rapid pace at which the horse had been kept had been slack ened, and the scout went with greater caution. Continuing on, he took in the situation between him and the river, and he was g-lad to see that there was no way of scaling the !of ty cliffs and peaks, to tlfnfo a position from whence one could look down into the little valley where he had left Lucifer. He did not believe that a human foot had ever trod that litttle retreat, until the outlaw had found it from having been swept down the river and accidentally hit upon it. A careful reconnoiter showed that the hiding place 'where he had secured his horse was perfectly safe, as it could not be seen from any direction, unless one was close upon it. He intended to take no chances of falling into the hands of the retreating Indians, who, he knew would show him little mercy. Finally, the shooting died away, and Buffalo Bill remained at his retreat all that night. He had provisions with him in the saddle-bags on Lucifer, and he decided to spend the next few days exploring in that vicinity, as the country was new to him, and he made it a business to know every inch, if possible, of the wild country in which he gained his fame as a great scout. CHAPTER XI. CONCLUSION. 'Late in the evening some days later the watchers at Fort Advance caught sight of a body of men marching toward the fort. It proved to be the expedition led by Lieutenant Worth and Sergeant Fallon, in search of Buffalo Bill, and the whole fort crowded out to meet the new comers. Everybody there and admired the great scout. And besides that, everybody knew that his loss would be a terrible blow to the army. Once the Indians learned that the great Pa-e-has ka, as they called Buffalo Bill, was dead, their depre dations would break out afresh, for they feared the great scout more th'!:_n they did a o.f artillery or cavalry. And so there were many anxious faces turned in the direction of the party approachingthe fort. When the force came nearer and Buffalo Bill's well-known form was not seen among the horsemen, a groan went up from the crowd that had assem bled. And then, when Lieutenant Worth told the story of their unsuccessful attempt to track the scout, every heart sank, for it was clear to every one that there was little hope now of the rescue o.f Buffalo Bill. Just as that expedition was filing into the fort, a private soldier called out that there was another horseman approaching across the plain. "And it's Buffalo Bill, too," yelled ont a sergeant, who had known the scout for years. "Either Bill or his ghost," cried Worth, and every eye was fixed upon the approaching figure. Nearer and nearer came the horseman, and at last his face came into plain view in the rays of the setting snn. It was Buffalo Bill, alive and well, and the ringing cheer that went up when he drew his !;10rse to its haunches before the fort, shook the fort to its foun dations. Buffalo Bill had eluded the Indians by swimming the river, instead of fording it, and was saved. That night was one to be remembered in Fort Advance, for a great dinner was held in honor of the scout's return, and he was forced to tell again and again the story of his run-clown of the Red Hand Rider. THE END. Next week's issue, No. 66, will contain "Buffalo Bill's Red Trail; or, A Race for Ransom." The adventures that followed upon the breaking up of the reneg-ade band were among the m&st exciting of Buffalo Bill's career. He found a pard who, although a white man, could go unharmed through a camp of hostile Indians, and with him the scout passed through an experience he will never forget.


I Hustle up, boys. The contest doses September lst, remember, and it is not so many weeks until then. Look on page 3f for list of prizes and rules in the contest. It's never too late to enter. A Railroad Thriller. (By Claude Dickman, Ind. ) One day a boy named Berl and myself were taking my grandfather to bis work. He was employed nea r the Il1inois Central trestle, and I and my friend thought we would cros s it on ciur way back. We started across when we saw a train coming up the incline. We ran off the bridge and it went p ast. We off again, not thinking about the extra. When we were in the middle of the trestle I beard a rumbling noise behind m e, and, turning, I was face to face with a big locomotive. I yelled at Bert to jump off. So we both jumped and swung around some way and caught the ed2e of the tres tle, and hung there till twenty-two cars passed. If the engineer had rang his bell or blown a whistle I guess I won ld have jumped and drowned myself in the river below. Breaking a Dog of Sucking Eggs. ( By Sam Stewart, Mo.) This incid ent happened abou t four years ago this spring wh il e living on a farm in southern Missouri. One evening my sister came to the house and said some tb ing' had robbed one of the setting hens. We were all very angry. My father declared it was the dog. Our do g was a Shepherd dog which we called Shep. I thought a good deal of old Shep, so I h e ld out till the last that Shep didn' t suck the eggs. Finally one day my sister 'caught the d o g breaking up another old setting hen. When she told father h e wen t and caught old Shep and gave him a good thrash in g. Then h e said if the dog was caught sucking eggs again he would kill him (Shep). But I determined to break the clog of his bad habit, and thus save b is life. A few days later my father went to town and left us all al o ne. After be was gone I began making preparations for my new cure. I sent my sister after an egg and I went in the house to get powder. But perhaps it would be better to tell what my cure was. My intentions were to pnt some powder into an egg for the dog, and wheu be went to ea t the egg I would set fire to the powder, and he would think the egg had exploded. Well, I went and got the powder, which hung on the wall, and brought it out. By this time my sister had r eturned with the egg. I then poured the powder all out. There was about half a pound in the born, so the reader ca n easily had too much powder. We placed the egg on top of thZ: powder and then began to say, ''Here, Shep! here, Shep!" In a few minutes the dog came running up to us, thinking w e had something for him to eat. (But we didn't.) When w e s aw him coming I went into the house got some Then we showed the egg to Shep. At th sight of it be started for it. I went to throw the fir into the powder, but I stumbled and fell, but I fell very: near the egg and powder, so I just shoved my fire right into the powder. The powder exploded right in my face. My hair and face were scorched and my eyes blown full of dirt. I yelled and Shep howled. Shep didn't suck any more eggs. Neither did I foo' with any more powder in that way. A Narrow Escape. (By R. A. McLean, Cal.) Several years ago the railroad built a bridge over a good-sized river near a town in the northern part of this State. It used to be (aud is yet) a favorite amusemen of the town boys to go out to the river and walk over on this trestle. This was very dangerous, as the bridge wa exceedingly narrow, having 011ly one track, and there was quite a distance from shore to shore of the river. I a traiu should happe_ u along unexpectedly it would bavE gone bard with any boys who happe ned to be ol!' th structure. But none of them ever got cau ght by a train, and this bridge-walking grew to be quite an amusement. While on a visit t o some relatives in the spriug, I de cided, one evening, to walk the railroad bridge. couldn't get any one to go with me, so I started ou alo11e I got about h alfwa y over and was engaged in looking at tlte numerous eddies and whirlpools in the


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 29 rushing .river (wb1 b is fed by snow water), when, to my horror I saw, coming around a bend in tbe track on tbe farther side an engine drawing several coaches and a baggage-car. This was the flyer. It scarcely slowed up at r all wheu it struck the bridge, and I kuew it was too late f to run. I didn't want to risk a drop into the river, as I f would probably be jUcked under by a whirlpool. I had to make up my mind quickly, so I grasped -the end of 1 one of the ties which protruded out quite a way from the track and let myself hang down at full length, holding on tightly with both hands. Suddenly there was a F frightful, rushing, roaring sound, right above me, aud the train was upon me. I thought I hung on there for an hour, but in reality it was only a minute. The vibral tions of the bridge ucarly made me lose my bold, and I was dazed by the rush and roar of the train. But I had but one idea in my head-to bang on. At last the train passed and I succeeded in working myself up outo the ridge with a great deal of difficulty. I weut home and didn't tell any one what bad happened. Out Boating. (By John Killing, N. Y.) Two years ago, in July, we spent the summer at Northport, Long Island. My father and I went out in a sailboat. We went out on a Sunday morning. Tbe weather was plea sant. But n the afternoon a storm came. We were about in the mi'ddle of tbe Lohg Island Sound,.. The waves upset our boat; theu we had to see bow we could get to shore, but w e could not swim. I saw a log float past me. I c aught bold of it. I told my father to do so, too Then we managed to to shore. When we came home we put on s ome dry clothes and my mother gave me a cup of hot coffee to warm me up again. Ouly for that log we would have been drowned. A Filipino Tale;. or, Squuzed by a l!oa. Constrictor. ( B y Donald Wilson, Texas ) In the year 1899 I \\ "ent with Company L of the Fourtll Infantry, in the transport Grant, to the Philip pines. I was only a little past ten years at the time, and was taken along more as a mascot than anything else, though I made m yse lf useful by running errands for the captain and lieutenants, waiting on the table, etc. We were stationed at a little place near Caloocan Island of Luzon, wheu one d a y ha vi n g strayed off in .the woods, I was captured b y a Filipino soldier and ca r ried to their g e ne ra l, who q u es tioned me in regard to the number of American soldiers at Caloocan, and upon my refusal to give him any information he gave orders to hand me o ver to "Bomba," with the remark that probably 'Bomba" would squeeze the information out of me. "Bomba'' proved to be a11 immense boa con strictor, twenty-five or thirty feet in length, and my fright knew no bounds when I was' roughly shoved into the barn boo cage where he was confined. He immediately threw his folds arbund me, in the same manner as a Texas cowboy ropes a steer, and .J thought my time had come, but jus t as his folds were tightening around me a three-inch shell from the Monitor Monadnock in Manila Bay, cut his snakeship in halves and our boys made an attack, protected by a volley from Dewey's fleet, .and rescued me from the hands of the enemy, I was still in the cage with the snake when our boys came up, and I was certainly happy when I hearcj. tbe genuine Yankee cheer of victory. I never see a boa constrictor or other sn ake without a thrill of horror, and I can never forget the time" Bomba'' was in the act of squeezing the life out of me. How it Feels to Be Run Over. ( By Emil Hoppe, Wis. ) On the 5th day of June a pard of mine, Harry Tuck well, and myself were our bicyc\es We started off about two o'clock t o take a little ride. My brothe r loosened my handlebars without my knowing it. We started to ride away. We rode very fost around the corner, and when my Vl'heel wouldn't turn I fell off. There was a car almost five feet away from me. Tbe motorman began to holloa but it was too late. The vehicle ran over my right leg. I told my pard that I wouldn t again ride a wheel with loose handlebars. The Tiger of Lktou. (B y Ex-Corporal A. Wilson, Co. L Fourth Infantry.) Abo u t 4 a. m., one dark, dreary day during tbe rainy s eason, I was doing outpost duty on the road running from Novalita to Lictou, when I heard tbe sentry on No. 4, the outpost next to mine, yell, "Halt!" three times i n succession and immediately fire bis rifle. Thea there went up one of the shrillest shrieks of agony I ever heard in which were blended extreme friaht and agony. I heard the thud of a heavy fall, fo1lowed by a prolonged roar, which s eemed to make the earth tremble. Having once before heard this roar while bunting in India, I knew it came from that species of animal, and I hurried ly placed a sentry on post and went over to No. 4 as fast as I could run. Four men and c orporal con stituted the Cossack post which we were at that time us in.g,. and a corporal cou l d either take a tum on po5t to relieve the men or not, as he cho se, as non-commissioned officers wer e n o t supposed to do sentry duty, though I always walked post from about 3 :30 or a. m. till daylight, that invariably being tbe time that all night attacks were made. Before I came up to Pos t No. 4 I beard yells and excited voices, and also heard a vicious crunch of bones, a s the t ige r chewed his helpless victim. At this sound I yelle d to Corporal Lang, who was in charge of the post : "For God's sake, Lani, fire on that tiger. He is killing Morgan I had recognized Morgan's voice long before I arrived on the scen e. Both corporal and men s eemed panicstricken and powerles s to use their weap ons. Hastily fixin g m y bayonet as I ran I plunged it into the tiger's side tbe moment I caught a view of h i m in the dim light; the bea s t left Morgan and sprang on me. Fortuuately for me, that morning I had thrown my blanket around m y shoulders and tied in it, so it was


30 THE BUFF J\LO BILL STORIES. still on when the great beast sprang on me. I escaped with a few scratches, and the brnte, tearing the blanket from me and in it, attacked it with the greatest fury. While he was thus engaged, one o f the boys lit a lantern and threw its light in the beast's face. It at once began to s lo wly retreat. My blood now bein: up and my wounds smarting from the tiger's claws, I attacked it with the fury lYhile M organ, with one hand a11d h is gun held h etween bis knees, cocked and placed the muzzle to the beast's ear and fired a 25-30 Krag bullet into its head, the top of its head oft A few kicks and jerks and it was dead, while fa inted from loss of blood. The beast measured thirtee n feet from nose to tip of tail ancl weighed 645 pounds-tlae largest ever killed in the Pbilipines. Poor Morr;an llacl to have bis left arm amputated at the shoulder, and died nine days after the accid ent from blood pcisonini-. We sent the pelt, after same properly dre..cosed by a native, to h is father in his far-a w ay Vermont hom e. In due time we receiveli a long letter of h earty thanks for the tropny from his father, to whom we bad written that the beast wbica bore tile bide bad fall e n before the aim of his son. I trust I shall never have to repe a t this experience eit:aer in tile P:ltilippin e s or elsewhere, but wy advice to all my youn 2 friend!! is ne ve r to lose your self-command under any circumstance!!. A Fearful Scare. (By Wendell Cas sidy, D. C.) I was -eleven years ol d when this thrilling adventure happened: It w:is on a Friday. I was having a singing lesson when all of a sudden I heard a rumbling o f feet in the room over me. The teacher ran to the door to s ee what was the matter. I told her that I smelt smoke. Then I heard s ome one cry, "Fire!" I rnshed from my seat ran downstairs, picked a little first-grade boy up and ran out. I soon learned that the school was not on fire, but four sheds in the neighborhood. The bell rang for us to go to our room, but when we got there it was foll of sm oke. The engines came and put the fire out. An Adventure in the Abandoned U. S. Afleghenv Arsenal. (By Grant Lange, Pa.) One evening l as t April, baving finished my day's work by deliverinr; s ome m edicine to one of the soldiers in the arsenal, I stopped in the guardhouse Two of the iuarrls, Hall and Brooks, by name, were on guard. said tha t he would make his rounds in the low e r part, ji;st as I came in. I asked him if I could go along, and he Sllid, "Yes." We re a ched shops in the a rsenal and t ri ed all the doors We then went down to the blacksn1 ith shop a11d Brooks showed me where the copper had been torn off the eave s of the roof the night before by a person or per sous unknown. We walked farther ba c k towa rd the wall when I beard l noise like the click of a oistol. All at once a man ran 'croiS the roof. I s aw hi1u and cried : e, "Look, Brooks, there he 1 Hv Brooks pulled out bis .45 army Colt, and sent a s;h after the man. As s oon as he shot five or six otfor came running over the roof. in Bang! bang! bang! rang three more shots on en night air. .At the third shot one fell ow let out t.o am pain and fell, but he was carried oJfb y his compan n Brooks sent me after Sergeant Biter and when I gohr his house I found tbat be bad gone out. I hurried d after him and cau:ht up to him near Thirty-Dille street. He came back with me, and 'hen we got do1a to the shops we met Brocks carrying some of the copfle into the gashouse. The next day they weighed it aT founli almost 300 pounds. .About nine-teutbs of it "\'role torn off the roof. The thieves made their escape have ne ver come back after any more copper Under a Heavy Stone. le I At the time I write my story I am i11 bed getting ov e my adventure. e (By Geo. Arcbamboult, Mass.) I am employed in a stoneyard. A little while ago ti boss receiv e d a carload of stone on a Friday afternoo1II We got ready to unload the stone. We tied a stone the derrick which weigl1ed twenty-seven hundred pouuJ> When we were re ady I signaled to the engineer P start hauling up the s tone. When the stone was about five feet up, one of g ave way. The engineer called to have me get out of the way, b I was too late. A piece of stone which had broken off the b i g stone came down on my head. \.Vheu I came my se ns es, I was lying in bed with a deep gash on m head. I was laid up nine days, after which I went bac' to work on a Monday morning the big stone had bee cut in two pieces. I went to work on one of the piec Friday noon at about ten minutes to twe lve. I had m !1 piece to fiuish. I didn't s e e anything else to do so turne d around, always leaning on my stone. I took match out of 01y p ocket to lij?llt a dgar I dropped mJ m a tch. Just as I bent down to pick it 11p the stone carul down on my back. Of course, I fell uncon sci ous. > When I came to my senses the stone was 011 my leg. 1 started to cry, but nobody seeme d to h ear me .. The ya: is in a d eserted place where hardly ten persons go by it one day. I knew my leg was brokeu, and I bad tw fingers badly crushed. I bad been working in that plad about eigh t months, an d I remembe red seeing fou brakemen going to dinner at about twenty minutes pas1 twelve, s o my only h o pe was to wait till they cam1 along. They did come along and took me from under th stone. A Swimming Adventure. ( By W. R. Smith, Ia.) This story which I a m aboi1t to r e late happened I lived in Missouri i11 the: year 1900. One bright da early in August, I and several other boys had decided tc go swimming. So we all got toge t her, about thre o'clock in the afternoon, and started for the ..


THE BUF.ft\LO BILL STORIES. 31 e, which was ab own the creek from where lived. a f:bere bad been a in since we were swimming ot!ore, and the creek anked full. I was the first to into the water. VJ ad waded around quite a while, 011 1en suddenly I went down clear over my head. When to the top I told one of the boys, who was smaller anican myself, and not a vey good swimmer, not to go go1 u tb' e bole, for if be got in it be would drown. He ied d be wouldn't. So I started to swim down to the t-ni11er end of the bole, where the other boys were. When doiad gotten about half way there, I beard some one cry, coP:ielp, help!" lit a1'urning round, I saw that the boy bad gotten into the t v le. So I swam toward him with all my might. I e a1ched him just as he was going down the third time. made a 1 unge toward him and succeeded in getting m by the hair, and swam toward the shore with him. / e unconscious, when 1 reached the shore. So I '11ed hini around a little bit when he began to vomit. I '.ver saw a boy so sick in all my life. He was jt.Jst beginning to gain consciousness, when ov e boys from the other end of the bole had come up to 1e what was the matter, when I told them what had 0 t ipp\" ed. oo Soj ey all got out of the water and dressed, and as e ;on ; the boy was able, we all started for home, having n .ad t 10ugh swimming for that day. The boy thanked cbousand times for saving his life, an7i he said he ... /t:V_er in swimming again. The Rescue. t;i ( By S. Weiss, Col.)" m There is a fifty-foot well under our house which has Nenty-five feet of water in it. One morning in the month of February, this year, I :eard a queer sound coming from it, and on looking '{ith a lantern on a string found that our dog Fred had : allen in. I at once started to rescue him. ll' ; I ran over to a patnter's shop and got a rope and >ulleys. I hooked it on a beam which was used to bold a pipe which was over the well. lI'Oet;i finding a piece of old red wood down in the c e ll r I r.ut it on the other hook to sit on. I had two riends of mine to pull me up. I got to the dog just as .he poor thing was going down for the last time. I then 1 1elled for them to pull. They did, until I got about half way out, when they out, and left me hanging. Then they started to ull again until I got hold of the rim of the well and \ i e the dog to ruy si s ter. The dog was very nearly dead when I got it in the Jouse, but he i s all right now. I got a cold from the water that got on me from the tog rsevENCOMP.lEi-E I 6IVEN Aw AY AS PRIZES I Look on the Back Cover of No. 52 to I See What They Are Like. I IF YOU WIN ONE of these famous fishing tackle assortments you will have everything you could possibly need in the way of fishing tackle. You will have such a complete assortment that you will be able to MAKE MONEY retailing hooks, lines and sinke rs to your comrades who have not been fortunate enough to win prizes You may become a dealet in fishing tackle if you win one of these prizes, for you will have a complete assortment of over NINE HUNDRED HOOKS of All Kinda, ONE HUNDRED LINES, Beside SINKERS and TROLLING HOOKS. HOW TO WIN A PRIZE. i i The Prizes Will Be Awarded to the Seven I Boys Sending in the Best Storie$. I ; Look on the back cover of No. 52 for photograph and I descript i on of one of the pri z es. To Become a Conteotant tor Theoe Prize. cut out the Anec dote. C ontest Coup o n p rinted herewith, fill it out properly, and se h d I it.to BUFFALO BILL WEEKLY c are of Street & Smfth, 2 3 8 William Strei.t, N ew York City, together with your anecdote. No anecdote will be con sidered that does not have this coupon accompanying it. i City or TO'\VD nuFFALo BILL coNTBsr, No.'-i 1 t State.................................................................. t i Title of Anecdote ... ,. ; + . ............................ o ...


j Containing the Only Stories Authorized by Hon. WILLIAM F. CODY ("Buffalo. Bill") 1 38-Buffalo Bill and the Danite Kidnapcrs; or, The Green River Massacre. 39-Buffalo Bill's Duel; or, Amon,; the Mexican Miners. 40-Buffalo Bill and the Prairie Wolves; or, Huntinc the Bandits of Boneya '. G_plch. 41-Buffalo Bill at Painted Rock; er, After the Human Buzzards. 42-Buffalo Bill and the Boy Trailer; or, After Kidnappers in Kansas. 43-Buffalo Bill In Canyon; or, Fighting Red Hugh's Band. 44-Buffalo Bill's Red /\Illes; or, Hand to Hand with the Devil 45-Buffalo Bill in the B 'ad Lands; or, Trailing the Veiled Squaw. 46-Buffalo Bill's Trail of the Ghost Dancers; or, The Sioux 47-Buffato Bill's Deal; or, The Doomed Desperadoes of Mine. o 48-Buffalo Kill s Secret; or, The T r ail of a Traitor. 49-Buffalo Bill'!i Phantom Hunt; or, The Gold Guide of Colorado C m 1 50-liuffalo Bill's B rother in Buckskin; or, The Redskin Lariat 51-Buffal Bill' s Trail of the Man Tigers; or, The Doom of the Branded Han 52-Buffato Bill's Boy Pard; or, Training the Buckskin Bov. 53-Buffalo Bill's Vow of Vengeance; or, The Scout's Boy Ally. 54-Buffalo Bill and the Mad Hermit; or, Finding a Lost Trail. 55-Buffalo Bill's Bonanza; or, The Clan of the Silver Circle. 56-Buffalo Bill's Mascot; or The Mystery of Death Valley. I 57_:.Buffa! o Bill and the Surgeon Scout; or, The Brave Dumb Messenger; 58-Buffalo BiH'!i Mvsterious Trail; or, a Hidden F oe. 59-Buffalo Bill and the Masked Hussar; or, Fighting the P r a irie Pirates. 60-Buffalo Bill's Blind; or, Runnin g the Death Gauntle t 61-Buffalo Bill and the M a !iked Driver; or, The Fatal Run Through Canyon. 62-Buffalo Bill'!i StHI Hunt; or, fighting the Robber of the Ranges. 63-Buffato gm and the Red Riders; or, The Mad Driver o f the 64-Buffalo Bill's Dead-Shot Pard; or, The Will o -thewWisp of the Trails. 65-Buffalo Bill's Run-Down; or, The Red-Hand Renegade' s Death. Ba.ck numbers always on hand. If you cannot 2"Ct them from your newsdealer, five cents a"' copy, will brin2" them to you, by mai'1 postpaid. STREET & SMITH. Publishers. w 238 ST., NEVV YORK CITY.


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