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Buffalo Bill's single-handed game, or, Nipping outlawry in the bud
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A ''WEEKLY .PUBLICATlON o e -voTeD TO BORDER Hr5TORY Jsmed WeeklJ By S ubsc r zptzim $2.50 p e r y ear. Entered as Second Class Matter ac New York P os t Office b y SrREET & SMITH, ;u8 William St .. N. Y. No. 85. Price, Five Cents Of\ \Alrtf 1 N THe il(JFFALO BILL .l\Al'IDfY SKCURED '.IH.& OUTLAWS, BY PA$SlNG HIS .1,..unArROUND THEIH WRISTS, FASTi 'ING TJ:il

ffi0[1[S A WEEKLY PUBLICATION DEVOTED TO BORDER HI STORY Isswii We.Illy. By S"bscription $2 .so per year. E11tered as Second Class Matter at tlte N, Y. Post Office, by STREET & SMITH Wi/lia11t St. N Y. accortlinK to Act of C4n;rress in tlu year 1902, in tlte Office of tlte Libranan of UJtl.f'rdSS, Wasllin/{ton, D. C. No. 85. NEW YORK, December 27, 1902. Price Five Cents. BUFF ALO BILL'S SINfiLE=HANDED GAME; OR Nipping Outlawry 10 the Bud By the aut ho r 0 1 "BUFFALO BILL" CHAPTER I. TUE DEATH-ROLL. "Men, that means death at a rope's encl. I am a hunted man, and am here for gold, now, or deatla. "There is a price on my head, I do not fear to tell you, and the man who can get it is welcome to it. "Which 011e of you now wishes to play the coward and fears to follow my JeaJ? "It is death or a fortune-who will take the chances?" The words were uttered in a tone of mingled despera tion and anc.l the speaker cast his eyes over the gronp of nearly a dozen men, as he spoke. He st o od with his back to a cliff, risicg some forty feet above him, and as smooth as a wall as it ran along on either side from him. Before him, and facing him as they stood in a row, some tei1 feet distant, were as hard a lot of citizens of the genus desperado as one could meet even in that wild land. They \Vere of the type that have left a black page in the ea,rly history of the mighty west, but who fade away before the advancing tread o1 civilization, Bearded, long-haired, sunbrowned men, with faces which evil deeds had indellibly stamped, armed thoroughly for deadly work, roughly clad and with restless, piercing eyes peering out from under the broad brim of thei::slouch hats, they were the very ones to be led into de-ri! try by one who appealed to them as ha

z THE BUFFALO_BILL STORIES. thing in figuring up a record out here, while upoh his l:ead dead or alive, there are prices set that count high. "He will lead, and our duty will be to follow; and, mark my words, he will enrich us all, for the stages, the gold trains, and all else in which there is pay dirt will be our ''I know some of you ; others I do not know ; but you were picked out as men to tie to for any deed. "You shall have the. best horses, weapons, and outfit \d1ich can be secured, and your pay will be good, for the risks of death on the gallows are great. ''Now, step forward one by one, and sign the death-roll, as you pledged yourselves to do when you were for the work in hand and were told to come here arid :-neet me." He was standing by the side of a large bowlder with a flat surface, and as he spoke he took from his pocket a white roll of paper, deeply bordered'with black. There was a pile of gold pieces on the paper, and a i.kull an

THE BUFF ALO BILL 3 But, as lonkc:d, as the speaker paused, seeing tnuble coming, and nerving himself to meet it, there sudi denly came a dark object flying downward from the cliff over their heads, and what appeared to be a large snake encircled about the head of the one who held the fatal death-roll in his hands. There was a tightening of the slender line, a twang as it was drawn taut, and then upward was dragged a human form, held in a deadly grip, stmggling, choking, yet borne upwar<:)' hcarci the threatening words : "The man that moves, I kill "Surrenrler, or take: the consequences!" "Boys, that's Buffalo Bill "Ha11ds up, for he's got us cornered, nnd th:n means certain death I" One of the men harl the tall form, tht' stern and handsome face cf the one above them on the clilf. They had wanted a leader hut a moment Lefore. They had intended to rebel against the mercilcs!' man int:--whose power they had placed themselves in signing that death-roll. Kow that rnan swnng in midair, gasping for breath, a warn:ngmost tehiblc Their hands, with one exception, went upw:ird. That excction knew best what rnrre11der meant to him. It was to chance a bullet, or later certainly die on tliC' He made one springfor liberty and dropped ct, but the breast heaved convulsively. 'V!th the air of one who k:1ew just what to do, Bttff:iio Bill began the work of resuscitation. The slti:-t was ol'encd, the belt taken oiI, the throat arnl hands rubbed hard, and water from the scout's canteen poured into the face and upon the head. The1: a s1\allow of liquor from a small the rn

ifHE BUFFJ\LO BALL STORIESo upon the gallows; but I am no hangman; and only dis. My lasso it was!" "And vou brought me back to life?" "Afte; hard work, "To hang me?" "I suppose that will be the result, from what I know of you, Bob Brass." "And these men ?" "Are my prisoners." "Are you alone ?" "If you will glance upward among the bushes fringing the edge of that cliff you will be answered." The man did glance upward, but his eyes fell upon the l asso still hanging over the cliff edge, and with a shudde1 he cared to see no more. After a moment he said: "I suppose I owe you my life." "Don't mention _it." "If Buffalo Bill ha,dn't chipped in and won ther game, we would have just filled you with lead, for we didn't like your murder of those two men." This was uttered by the man who had first recognized Buffalo Bill. "Then it seems I have to twice thank you for my life, as these cowards would have killed me had not you ap peared upon the scene "Again I say, don't mention it; but are you able to ride new?" "'\Vb uo ?" "Where I please te take you ".Ah, ye!, I fcirgQt.-te be hangee. Yes, I ant able to go, for registancc will in vain." "It will be, indeed. ''Hold out your hands." The man 9beyed, and Buffalo Bill snapped upon them a pair of steel manacld. He had his last man thus secure. CHAPTER IV. THE DISCOVERY. Buffalo Bill now gathered up the weapons of the out la\YS, rolled them in the handsome serape of the leader and said: "\Vhcre are your hors es?" "Down yonder in that meadow," answered the leader. ''\Ve will go there. You lead the way. From one to the other the men passed questioning looks. They evidently were growing suspicious and r e st less. Buffalo Bill was not one to let anything escape his no tice in such emergencies. He realized that, unass i s t e d and bound as they were, the men suspected that he wa s entirely alone, and intended to throw themselves upon him in a desperate effort to b ear him downward, prevent the use of his revolvers, and to escape. One, two, might be killed, but the scout could do no more with the whole crowd upon him. Glancing up ward, he called out: "Ho, Jack! I will follow the cliff down to the valley. You and several more of the men do the same, to keep your eyes on these fellows, should they give me trouble. Send others of the men clown the lasso and l e t them bury these bodies." Without waiting for reply, Buffalo Bill, speaking to the leader, continued: 'Now lead the way, ke e ping close along this cliff, t o where the horses are." The critical moment had pass e d, the coolness and com mand of the scout had cowed t h e ruffians and they saw that resistance was in vain. The men, linked by the lariat, follow e d in clo se order. \Vith a vicious sullenness the cavalca tjf mov e d off along the base of the cliff. Buffalo Bill followed, and did not even ha v e a revolver drawn. They soon came to a bit of m ea d o w w h e r e th e r e was a break in the wall of rocks. Through this dashed a stream and alon g t he rugge d bank a trail led to the cliff above. In the meadow, staked out, with saddles on, but bridlee bung uptm the horn, were eleven all f'm. e animals the saw, with adniirin! glance, rum, halting th ,,ri s cmers dse under the cliff, he went himself and up the horses. Then each man \"tas carefully retled with


q"Hf: BU ff" ALO BILL STORlf.S. 5 the stake ropes, and the lariat removed so that they could mount. One by one they were made to do this, and were then secured by the same sta ke rope to their saddles. 'When a11 were thus mounted and secured, the lariat was run through the bit of each bridle, so that, when the horses filed off, the head of one just touched the haunches of the animal preceding. At last, mounting one of the extra horses and taking the two extra ones in l ead, the s cout led the way up the rugged bank to the plateau above A ride of half a mile brought him out of some timber upon the plateau, and there, to the utter amazement and bitter chagrin of the prisoners, they beheld a superb horse standing a few paces bac;k from the edge of the cliff, while to his saddle-horn was attached a lariat, the other end of which fell over the precipice out of sight. There stood the noble and faithful animal, as his master had left him, holding the lariat as he had been l eft to do, while at the edge of the cliff, to keep the line from cutting on the rock, was a tin plate, so bent as to hold there. The scout smiled as he saw the chagrin and anger de picted on the faces of his prisoners. They eagerly looked up and down the cliff, but not a man was in sight; the fringe of bushes along the edge had concealed no one The scout had boldly and cleverly done his daring work without aid or comrade. He had accomplished ,./hat no othe r man would have dared to attempt! It looked like madpess for one man to attempt the capture of nine desperadoes, but his complete triumph had shown that there was method in his madness. He had be e n watching them from above, while they sign e d that fatal death-roll; he had laid his plan of action had bent the tin plate to fit the sharp edge of the rock, had plac e d the w e ll-trained horse facing the cliff to hold the strain on the lariat; then he had ca st the deadly noos e over the head of the leader, just in time to save him from his own band. With giant strength, he had dragged the man upward, taken a turn around his saddle-horn, and thus held the struggling form, while, wit h revolvers ready, he had sprung to the cliff's rim, and cowed the men b e low en forcing his command for non-resistance by a shot that ushered one soul into ete rnity. The prisoners saw it all now at a glance. They looked at each other then at the scout, and, as one man, gave vent to their rage in one savage yell. '\i\That that cry meant Buffalo Bill knew but too well ; and, revolvers drawn, he drove the spurs deep into the flanks of the horse be ro

THE BU ff ALO Bl LL STORlf:S. CHAPTER VI. THE CRI:\lE OF INGRJ\TIT011c.. From the moment the end horse and his bound rider had gone over the cliff, to the time that Buffalo Bill had cast two separate lassoes to break the strain upon the one, and had shot the horse, to further lessen the tax upon the lines, had. not consumed more than a minute. Going, then, to his own horse, the scout had patted him affectionately and said: "Stand finn, old pard, because my life depends upon you!" Then he took up the bent tin plate, forced it beneath the lariat over the edge of the rock, and swung himself over upon the taut cord. The eye of every outlaw was was the gaze of the man bound upon his with appealing regard. upon him. Especially to his saddle fastened The outlaws could do uothing, bound as they were, and if their now nervous horses grew more restive all might be dragge Brass who spoke, and he slipped out of his sa

t'HE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. It was just in this way: Buffalo Bill had self-cocking revolvers, and when the outlaw drew the weapon from the belt of his daring r es cuer, to commit the basest of crim es, that of d ead ly in gratitude, h e thrust th e revolver muzzle hard against the body of t h e scout. Had the weapon exploded the bullet wo uld have torn through the heart of Buffalo Bill, and the hero's career would then and there have ended; but as the f e llow rose at the pull of the trigger, the end of the bridle rein around the body of t h e scout went beneath the trigger, and the blow fell, not upon the cap but u po n the leather. The result was no explosion; the great scout was not doomed to thus die. But he had realized his danger when too lat e to avoid it, though a man of iron n e1rve, quick acti on and presence of mind, he had prevented a second pull on that fatal trigger. The outlaw was unnerved by his failure, and, expect' ing instant death, had let go hi s hold upon the rope with one hand and the revolver with the other. As he did thi s he received a stu nnin g blow in the face from Buffalo Bill's fist. But for the leather reins that bound him to Buffalo Bill, would have gone down fo his death. Instead, he swung there in midair, and the sudden weight was a hard strain upon 1 Buffalo Bill. Held by the leather unde r the hammer, the revolver neve r fell, so it was quickly released and returned to its holder by the scout. Startled more by the movement of the men, the horses grew yet more nervous, and fo r a moment Buffa lo Bill feared that all were coming over on top of him. With a mighty exertion of strength he drew hims elf upward, reached the edge of the cliff and gained a footing there. The outlaw, half di1-z,d, half stunned, by fright, he quickly dragged after hi m A sweep of his knife severed the leather rein which bound the outlaw to him, andt as the horses were growing nearly wild now, in thei r nervousness, all except hi!' own superb animal that Yet !'\toocl firm as a roc-k, he leaned over a n d cut t.he two l ariats supportin g the swi n ging brute. His own lariat, as has been said, was alreacir free. Backward staggered the lin e of li nked h orses, reltevecl of the weight, while, with a loud thud and crash. the dead beast struck the rocks below Springing to his feet, Buffalo Bill seized the o utl aw and dragged him to where Bob Brass lay, qu ickl y bound him again with the leather reins. The line of horses having stampeded, he ran to his faithful animal threw himself into his saddle and darted away in pursuit. It was just as they were about to dash wildly down the rugged trail through the pass with the plunging river upon one side of them, that he came up with the leadin g horse, grasped his rein and turned l1im aside from this new danger. A cheer from the outlaws told how they appreciated their rescue, for, utterly powerless to check their horse s they one and all knew that certain death awaited them should one of their frightened, half-maddened brutes stumble in that mad flight down the rough trail. "It seems we are doomed to keep company, men," ob served B uffalo Bill, as he brought the line of horses down to a walk and led them back toward the cliff. "Buff a lo Bill, I always heard you were kin to the devil, and now I know it, said one of the rl}en with real admiration for the scout. "Thanks for the complim e nt, was the quiet answer, and soon after Buffalo Bill halted the horses near where l ay Bob Brass and the outlaw who had tried to show his gratitude for the scout's saving his life by killing the man who had ris ke d his own to do so. He had returned .to perfect consciousness now, but had a bruise on his face where the scout had driven his fist. "Pards, I thought if I kilt him I'd save all of yer," he said in a tone of apology as the outlaws were led _up by Buffalo Bill. "Fool, didn't you know that my weight would have pulled yo u off the rope, too for you had the r e volver in one hand?" "Lorcty I never thought of that. It was a mighty narrow escape for me I tell you, pards." "And for me," dryly rejoined the scout. Then h e .added: "Bob Brass, I'll have you and that fellow mount now, and I'll s e e that you are all secure this time. "Then I" sh all go over the cliff and get those bodies there, for they go with us as I have never yet left a human b eing to b e food for coyotes, if I could possibly avoid doing so." "Let them alone, for they are n othing now ," rudely Dob Brass. '"They are dead, h e nce sacred, at least in my eyes," was the s tern response. CHAPTER VIII. A NEW DANG ER Having made the two outlaws mount on horses, as both of them were of light weight, Buffalo Bill bound them securely b eyond all chance of escape, and then led the three animals that h ad been r idden by the dead men up close to the cliff. He fastened the batch of animals so the y could not be


8 TH.E I Uff /\LO BILL STORIES. started off by their bound riders, and then placing his own horse in position, went over the edge of the cliff on his lariat, as he had done before. Taking the nearest body, he tied the end of l)is long lariat about it, and then climbed up to the top and over the cliff. As a separate trip would have to be made in each case, it would be a long and tedious task to bring Ur' the dead bodies. Still he would not, as he had said, leave a human being to become a feast for coyotes and vultures. A second time he went down to the scene of the triple tragedy, and two of the bodies were thus drawn upon the cliff. A third trip Buffalo Bill prepared to make, but he cm the edge,-glanced at the outlaws sharply, as if suspcctinf. some new attempt by them in his absence. if only to frighten his horse. Then he spoke: "You and your gang, Bob Brass, are as hard a lot of villaii;f. as I ever saw, but I wish to s:i.y that if I hear a word or a from any of you, I will come back and force i11to the mouth of each one of you a gag that will effectually the whole gang. .. I do not wish to be cruel, but patience ceases to be a_ after a while, and if a gag does not silence you, a bullet will." With this the scout slid over the cliff to get the third body. Among the outlaws was the silence of death; not one of them dared speak, even in whispers. Down the lariat went Buffalo Bill, and taking the last of the dead. men. he secured the body to the end of his lariat, as had been the others. Then he turned to reclimb the slender line to the cliff edge, forty-odd feet above. In going up he had faced the wall of rock, aiding him self by rests here and there upon uneven places, by his feet. This he found necessary in his last climb particulariy, as his hands were now almost blistered, and even his iron-enduring frame could feel fatigue. He had gone about a third of the dist:rnce, and had just taken his foot from a resting-place, to resume his climbing, when there came to his ears from below the startling words : "Yes, you are Buffalo Bill, and are on my trail ; but now I have you where I want you!" That Buffalo Bill was both surprised and st

THE BtJff ALO BILL ST1 lRIES. 9 that he was upon his track, or surmising as much, would naturall y wis h to kill him, as he then held him, to all ap pearances at his mercy. "Ho, Corporal Dave Strong! What in the world are you doing far from the fort ?" he called back, in the cool e st of tones. The corp o ral stared. Could it be that Buffalo Bill, who was off from the fort on a scout when he fled, had really not returned so did not know of what had happened, and so was r e aily not on his trail, was the thought that flash e d through his mind. "Why I went off on a hunt and got lost, and I'm awful glad to meet Chief Cody," he answered, lowering his w e apon. So you thought you'd scare me, eh? Well, you did scar e me, I admit, for I am not in best fighting trim up h e re. 'I'll come down, for you see that dead man there. and th e re are more to tell you about, corporal, and mighty glad I am of your aid." "Who is with you ? asked the corporal, suspiciously, while Buffalo Bill began to climb down the lariat, hand over hand. "More of the same kind!" and as Buffalo Bill reached the ground he held out his hand to the corporal. The latter grasped it, but asked again: "Who is with you ?" "Eight live men and three dead ones, counting this man, and they are a hard lot from the Red Willow Min e s." "Ain t y ou afraid of them?" "I've g o t the m all tied to their horses, for I caught th e m n a ppin g "When d i d y o u leave the fort, and how was it you got lo s t?" "I was ju s t about to a s k when you left." "I went off on a scout two weeks ago." This the corporal knew, but he did not know the scout had, m e anwhile returned and started off on his trail s o cle v e rl y had he been misled. C or por a l D ,9-V e Strong was never a popular man at the fort, thou g h an excellent soldier. He had been a scout b e fore enlisting, and also a miner, and through all w a s an atrant gambler. A man of herculean strength, a fine shot, superb hand with the sword he was feared by his comrades and heartily disliked for his overbea;ing manner and high temper. It was o v e r a game of cards he had killed his ser gean t. a nd when he had made his escape all knew that a very d a n gerous man was free, to work much harm, if he remained in tha t country and turned outlaw. But the c o rporal owed his life on more than one occa .s10n to Buffalo Bill, and now, believing that the scout did not know his double crime and flight, he was anxious to give him the slip without killing )iim, when the op portunity offered for him to do so. 0 CHAPTER X. PLOT AND COUNTERPLOT. Buffalo Bill had played his card boldly and well, and must so play it to further his instant deciion to capture the renegade, as his orders instructed-dead or alive. But as he did not wish the man's life on his hands, he at once determined to use stra'tegy and gain the corporal's confidence. "I wish to tell you of nty apture, corporal1 and though I say so myself, I know you will think I have done well," he began his recital. "I am out on a trail, as you know, and I camped back in the timber beyond this cliff for dinner, when, hearing a horse neigh in this direction, I came on foot to recoi1-noiter. "I looked over the cliff and saw a man seated here, recognizing him as Bob Brass of one of the lower mining camps, and a gambler, though he had once been an Overland stage driver. "I knew from his actions that he had come to kiep an appointment, so I just determined to find out what it was all about," "And you did so?" "Oh, yes," and Buffalo Bill told the whole story as it happened, adding: "Now, you can just 1:mderstand how your joke to scare me made me feel for a minute o.r two; but I'm mighty glad I found you, for you can help me greatly, as I will take my prisoners to camp to-night a dozen miles from here, and push on to-morrow to the fort; but how did you man age to lose yourself, corporal?" "I was detailed to accompany Captain Langley on a hunt, and you know what he is after is game." "Yes, he is bound to have game if there is any to be found." "Well, I got in chase of some deer and lost my way. "My horse went lame from a stone beinghung in his shoe and 1 have not been able to get it out, so here I am. "IIave you seen any cavalr:r, Chief Cody?" "None." "I guess the captain gave me up and returned to the fort, leaving me to follow, but I hope you have a good supply of rations, for 1 am about starved." "I have but where is your horse?" "A mile from here. "I heard firing, so came to see what it meant, and who it was thinking it must be Captain Langley's party." "No, I did the firing, I guess. But come, we'll go up


to THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. on the cliff, draw up this body after us1 and We can then ride over to get yoar horse, for :r have my tools along and can soon get the stone out of the hoof of your horse, a1:d then he'll be all right." "I guess I had better walk back and lead him to your camp." "No, that will take too long. ''Then, too, you really look used up and must have something to eat right away." The corporal had intended to give the scout the slip right then. But it flashed upon him Oiat with nothing to eat and a lame horse he must still be in a very bad way. The words of Buffalo Bill him upon taking ad yantage of his lucky meeting with him. He se e med to feel that luck was coming his way and he would play his cards well. Believing Buffalo Bill wholly ignorant of-his crime and 'escape, he would simply go up on the cliff with him, get something to eat. for the little food he had been able to bring with him had given out the day before, and go after his horse. \Yith the stone taken fr om where it had been fastened in the shoe his horse would be all right, though the cor poral recalled that Buffalo Bill had the finest animals on the frontier for speed and endurance, barring none. He could better himself surely by going with the scout to his camp, for unsuspected as he believed he was, he could plan to have go as he wished it. This decided upon, the scout took hold of the lariat and again went up to the top of the cliff. Then he called down : "Now, corporal, you come up, and we will then h;ml the body up." The words sent a shudder to the hearts of Bob Brass and his comrades. They had heard voices below, knew the scout found some one, but when he called the word "corporal," they supposed there must be a party of soldiers there, and all hope of escaping from the scout, before he could take them to the fort, faded utterly away. Weakened as he was, it was no easy task for the fugi tive soldier to climb the lariat, but Buffalo Bill gave him a helping hand, when at t.op, and he was drawn upon the cliff in safety. CHAPTER XI. BUFFALO BILL IN DANGER. The two men having arrived safely on the cliff, while Corporal Dave Strong turned his eyts upon the outlaw prisoners, the scout began to draw up the body of the last of the three dead. As the corporal saw the men, he kl1ew just who and what they were. In his career upon tl:ie border as stage driver, miner, scout and soldier, Dave Strong had become acquainted with many hard and strange charactets. He knew haif the men who were now th e pris o ners 0 Buffalo Bill. Knowing them, he was well aware that they were ready for any mischief, that they w ou ld commit crime without the slightest dread of remors e He could pick out some of the party whom he knew had done deeds that would have hanged them if the law's talons could have fallen upon th em. They did not know him as a murderer and a fugitive deserter. They recognized him as one against whom no cri m in al charge had ever been made, and who, as a soldier, would only aid Buffalo Bill in keeping them from making their escape. Had they known the red record he had won in the last few days, how gladly would they have hailed his comipg. Just what the corporal was doing there, unshaven and looking haggard and seedy, they could not guess. The corporal looked them over, and said sternly, with an air of supreme disgust, too, at their wickedness : "A nice pickle you have gotten yourselves into, men." "Maybe yes, and maybe no, corporal," said Bob Brass, not knowing the soldier, but recognizing his rank by his stripes. "We will leave them here until we return, for the y will be safe," said Buffalo Bill, who leaped into his own saddle and told the soldier to take the animal that was to be kept for the last of the dead bodies drawn up on the cliff. The soldier obeyed and followed t&e scout in the direc tion he had said he left his horse. Riding down the rugged trai\ and crossing the stream they found the animal, a large bay, staked out upon a little meadow of delicious grass. The saddle and bridle lay in some willows near, and there was a smoldering fire, a tin cup, canteen, and a couple of blankets. I With the tools he always carried with him, Buffalo Bill quickly freed the horse from the stone in his hoof, and was glad to see that it had left no lameness. Taking the horse in lead, they started back for the cliff, and found the outlaws just as they had been left. It was growing late in the afternoon now, and Buffalo Bill was anxious to find a camping-place before dark. He had been fortunate thus far b eyo nd his most ardent expectations, for he had captured the o utlaws, and if the corporal was not yet a prisoner, he at least had him within reach.


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. The. bod i es wer e th cr7 fon. strappe d 11por: tht> r or se!!, and le av ing the an i ma l s b ea r i11g tht:m to be i ed by the c o r poral, Buffalo Bill t ook th o s e b ear ing hi s pri s oners in l ea d and starte d u p on h is way. "How fa r are you go i n g Chief Co dy?" a s ked the c or poral not c a ring t o go on th e b a c k trail t oward t he fort for fear of meeting a s c o u ting pa r ty of so l diers. I know of a g oo d and safe cam p ha lf a d oze n mil es fr o m here we can reach befo r e su nset corporal a n d it i s w


II THE BU Ff A LO BILL "You have got the very devil to master in Buffalo Bill." "I know that very well." '"Herc he comes now." "I will return this way when he goes bacl< atter omer prisoners,'' and the soldier rrioved away with his arms full of wood He had already lighted his fire, and had put the provi sions out for use, and as soon as Buffalo Bill went back for other prisoners he r eturned ta where the outlaw leader and two of his men were "These men agree, and all will, so give us your plan while you can do so," said Bob Brass, hastily. "There is hurry, and I have another plan to propose." "Name it." "If I set you free I dare not go back to the fort '"If i t is known, no "'Very well, that makes an outcast of me." "Join us." "For what work?" I "Robbing lone gold camps, holding up coaches, ponyri it were with dead me n for every molhcr's son of you \vill hang as you know." "Buffalo Bill is coming l:iack." "Return when he goes after more men." and again Dave Strong, the deserter, walked back to the fire. CHAPTER XIII. UNDERHAND WORK. Once more the scout approached with two of the men, and he seemed to be perfectly unconscious of anythina going on against him in the way of a plot. "' Completely fooled by Buffalo Bill's pretended innocence of his crime the corporal felt perfectly at his ease, and was working about the camp-fire when Buffalo Bill re turned that way. "Iv'e been keeping my eye on those fellows, chief, for I didn't know whether you were makinothem all secure b until you brought the balance up." "That is right, corporal, for it is 110 easy task I have on my hands." "I should say not, in fact call on me whenever I can serve you." "I will." The scout walked back after the other prisoners, and dtcr putting more wood on the fire the corporal gathered the canteens and went to the stream for water. But he found it convenient to get water near the pris oners, who were securely bound now hand and foot, and seated upon the ground in a row between two trees, the scout intending to run a lariat along and through the hands of each one, thus preventing any of them from leaving the spot. Stepping upon the rock nearest the leader the corporal dipped a canteen into the stream to fill it and said : "\iVcll, there are five of you here now, so what is the verdict?" "Your demand is that you be chief of the band ?" "Yes." "Which it is to do duty as road agents, as I was in tended by the unknown chief whose officer I am." '"It shall do duty as I deem best for my own and the interests of each member." "For lawless deeds?" "Certainly, for I know you arc all outlaws, each one of you has committed crimes that would hang you and ii I unite your destiny with mine, I accept the conse quences, and live or die with you." "That sounds well." "I am no coward," and Dave Strong filled a third can teen, continuing as he laid it on th(; bank and took up a fourth one: "I know this country as no man, save Buffalo Bill, does. I have been stage driver, gold miner and scout, ending \.vith soldier, which I now am, and the latter has fitted me to command men.


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 1 3 "I coitld take your money and deceive youJ but 1 want none save that I earn, and together we can get rich. l ask, to save you all from the gallows, the right to be your chief, put my neck in the noose with yours. "Do you refuse or do you accept my terms?" "You talk square, and when the others are brought here and B u ffa lo Bill is not near, we will all talk it over and decide," said Bo b Brass. "Do so." "But h ow are you to save us?" "I'll find a means, never f ear." "Our band is known as the League of Mounted Gold ''A good name. "We hav e all sig ned a death r oll, all save two, and I killed both of them, for we cannot trust our secret to those who are not of our band." "You are ri ght." "Do you dare sign that ?" 'vVhere is it?" "Here in my pocket, along with a pen and red ink. "Get them o ut, and sign it if you dare." "All right." "Bring the death-roll to me, s igned with your name and army rank and regiment, and you s hall have an an swer." The swung the canteens about his shoulders, thrust his hand into the pocket of the outlaw and drew out the death-roll and the p en and ink. Then he walked back to fire and set diligently to work to prepare supper, while Buffalo Bill took two more of the gang to the camp, tied them securely and returned for t h e l as t two. The corporal showed that among his accomplishments he po !:sessed 1 the art of knowil}g how to cook, for he sliced some bacon thin, cut some steaks from a haunch of venison the outlaws had with them,, fille. d Buffalo Bill's coffee pot, and several of the tin cups with water to boil, and made up some dough for bread, while potatoes were put in the fire to roast, and onions sliced to add zest to t h e appetite. Buffalo Bill always scouted. with a well supplied sion bag, and to get supJ?er for half a score hungry men, the corporal was drawi!1g most liberally upon it. In spite of his being busy at cooking, the corporal found time to return to the prisoners for a mom en t when the scout tad placed all of them in line and run the from tree to tree, passing it between the bonds above their ankles. He asked the scout to look after the boiling coffee while he wFnt for more water. '"'\.Yell, h ere is your death-roll, and I have signed it. "Now for your ans;:er," he said. "\,Ye agree to yoi:. terms." "You are wise "Now, how will you set us free?" "T'.1ere is but one way it can be done." "How is that?" "To kill Buffalo Bill." CHAPTER XIV. I "N D E A D L I E S T P E R I L Back to the camp-fae went the soldier, and found the man whom he had just said must die quietly cooking supper. "The men are anxious for their supper, chief, so I will serve them now, as soon as you have helped yourself "You are-the httngry one, corporal, so eat your supper and I will look after the prisoners "Oh, no, I've been nibbling as I cooked, so am all right." "I will help you, then, and we will have our meal after warr' ." The corporal did not wish to argue the point. \iVith a knowledge of what his intentions were, he was suspicious that the scout might suspect, and so he said : "All right sir. "But could we not bring the men here in a body, and I keep them under cover of my carbine while they ate?'' "No; f<:>r I t ake no chances "They would be wholly at our mercy." "Perhaps. "But with hands and feet untied, if they wished, though unarmed, they could give us a great deal of trouble, in fact would do so. "No, we can carry them their supper, and they must ex cuse any shortcomings." "All right, sir, I'll get the grub ready, but we migh t bring the leader and several of them here." "No, for I know Bo b B r ass too well to take c han ces, corporal." "vVho is he, sir?" "I'll tell you what I know of him, and it i s enough to hang him." ''1 don't doubt it." "A man came out to Red Willow settlement, a hand some fellow and one who called himself a prospector. "He found gold, lived in a comfortable cabin alone, and worked his find for all it was worth, and it was said that he got a great dea l of gold "But one night he disappeared, his cabin was l ocked, and all thought he had been murdered "A month or two after the st2ge brought a stranger to the mines, and he had papers giving him foll right, ti t le, and all else to Rex Ridg e ley's claim, for that was the han d some prospector's name


f g THE BUFF J\LO BILL STORIES. "T!;is :-iewcomer said that Ridgeley had gone East, and -.vas r:ct:, and had soil! out his claim to him, and he had, as I s:ii.l, the papers to prove it. "He took possession of the cabin and the mine, and was known as Bob Brass, and from the day of his cominghe has been known as a very dangerous man, though he called himself a tenderfoot. "Ile has killed half a dozen men, one of them a soJJier who was gambling with him, and a stranger arrived one day in search of him .. "He \\as shown the cabin of Bob Brass, and soon after :shots were heard. "'l he $tranger was killed, and he was afterward found 011< to have beep an officer of the law, who wanted him E::.s: for crimes committed there. "I:ob Brass soon after learned that news had been sent to ll1e fort as to who and what he was, and he at once proclain;ed himself a hunted man, and dared any one to t:cim the price upon his head. "No one has gotten it np to date, but I am very sure tliat if I l:.:el him to the fort his career of crime will close,

1'HE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES t5 It was evident that they were disappointed . They had hoped that the corporal would do this ness for them. The scout was determined that he should not. Please have the corporal bring us our sadd!es to put our h e ads on," said Bob Brass. ' All right," called out the scout, but he brought them and this was another bitter disappointment to the prisoners. Upon returning to the camp-fire, Buffalo Bill saw the corporal just appearing from the direction of the meadow. The corporal had been anxious to give the best of care to the horses, and he had watered each one and staked them out in fresh feeding places. ''You'll be my horse when the sun rises again," he muttered, as he patted the horse of Buffalo Bill and gazed at him admiringly. When he returned to the fire he asked : "Are the prisoners all secure, Chief Cody?" "Oh, yes, and I made them as comfortable as I could, poor fellows, for I always feel for one in misfortune." "So it is said of you, sir," and the face of the fugitive soldier was a study. The re before him sat the man who had twice saved his life, and against whom he was plotting then in his heart. He was planning to end his brilliant career as a border man, and simply to save his own life, upon which he had so recently brought the stain of a double murder. For. a moment it seemed that the face of the corporal softened, and his eyes were lowered. But only for an instant, for there came b::ick to his the same hard, cruel look it had worn before. He that his o\Vn life would be the sacrifice if he did not kill Buffalo Bill. He reasoned that if he spared Buffalo Dill, allowing him to return to the fort, in fact, he wonld Jose his hold upon the band he no w songht to become the leader of. Then it flashed through his mind that Buffalo Bill alive would hunt him off the face of the earth. The scout the country thoroughly, and once he set out to run down the Mounted Gold Miners he would do so. Where they could elude others, BuffaloBill they could not escape. No, there was nothing for it but to kill Buffalo Bill. "I must do it, though it is a cowardly deed," he mut tered, as he leaned back against a tree, with his face in the 'Shadow. CHAPTER XVI. THE CALL TO DIE. Buffalo Bill showed no indication in his face tlw.t he realized the workings of the deserter's brain. He could hardly believe that the man he had served so well would really take his ,life, and felt that it was only his intention to free the prisoners and then let him go his way. Still, with all his trust in human nature, he yet had protected himself to the extent of taking the cartridges from the weapons of-the fugitive soldier, as he might from impulse do that which in calmer moments he would shrink froni. If driven to t'he wall he might be.come dang'cr ous. 'As the two sat there, near the camp-fire, the scout was on the watch for any move of the soldier. He had not yet determined just when he would make the arrest of the soldier. Not caring to have more on his hands to look after than he already had for the night, he was anxious, if possible, to wait until the morning to make the arrest. Still, he feared that the soldier would not allow him to wait, but force him to act sooner. As they sat there in the light of the fire, the scout saw that the man kept his face hidden from him. There was no doubt but that he was nerving ljmself to act, but just how or when Buffalo Bill could only con jecture. As the soldier stretched out his hand and drew his belt of arms toward him the scout felt that the ordeal was upon him. "I will have a look to see that the men arc all safe, and then turn in," said the soldier. "All right, corporal." The corporal buckled his belt on and strolled away toward the prisoners. Buffalo Bill had all their weapons near him, and his O'vvn trusty rifle was within reach, his belt of arms right at hand. He knew that the corporal could not get the prisoners free before he reached the spot, not even undo.the bands about the feet and hands of one of them. If neces""1ry, he could bring him down with a shot from his rifle, though this Buffalo Bill did not wish to do He had taken the precaution to throw more wood upon the fire he had built near the prisoners, so could see them distinctly Then, too, he could see every movement of the corporal, as he walked toward them. The corporal; meanwhile, went up nea r to the lirie of prisoners, all of whom were now l y ing down, and said in a low tone to Bob Brass : "See here, I don't wish to hqve to kill Buffalo Bill." "Why not ''Well, he twice risked his l ife to save mine." "And would now take you to the fort to be hanged if he knew your intention "True, yet would do only his duty "Are you weakening?" "Oh, no, only I capnot but feel the act I must do." "vVhat do you wish to do with the scout?" "I should like to set him free, on foot, and while he was making his way to t:he fort we would have every chance to get to a place of safety, from which to begi n our work." ''Have you forgotten that no man knows this coontry as does Buffalo Bill?'' "That is true ''Have you forgotten that he would be a bloodhound upon our track, that his pride would force him to re capture the men he so cleverly took in alone, and then lost." "He would." "Yes, and he would run us down, mark my words


THE BUfF .A.LO BILL STORIES. "With Buffalo Bill out of the way, we have nothing to fea r from scouts or soldiers, miriers or settlers. "vVe can do as we please and strike often and hard wh e re gold is to be had. But with Buffalo,Bill alive and on our track, the Mounted Gold Miners would soon l.>e in their graves or driven from this country." You are right." "Now what do you say to showing him mercy now?" "He will have to die, as I have before decided. "But--" "But what?" "Let me set you free and you do the work." "V1' ith pleasure." ' 'He knows that I came over here to sec if vou are all right. "Yes." "I will give you my revolver, though your hands are the chain between gives you free use of them." "It d oe s." "I will tell him that I believe you are getting your irom; off of vour fee t." "I unders tand." "Then, when he comes to see you, fuat is your time to act. Arni I will." "M akc no mistake." "Trust me for doing my work well; but if I kill the I should be your leader." "No." "I say S, for it is little that you do for us." "I will not do that little, then." "You hold the trump cards, so I yield." -, "You are wise." me your revolver and call the scout to his doom." The weapon was handed to Bob Brass, and then the corp or?!J called 9>Ut : "Oh, 'Shief Cody, come here, please, for I think you are wanted as Bob Brass has nearly freed his feet !" Buffalo \ Bill sprang to his feet and approached the spot. He that the ordeal was upon him. i / \ CHAPTER XVII. / THE DOUBLE ATTACK. I Buf {falo Bill walked rapidly toward the scene where he beli.eved there was to be a tragedy enact e d _, He felt that the corporal, with the gallows looming up before him for his crimes, would not surrender at demand: Though he had removed the cartridges from the cor p1>ral's weapons, he yet could not but realize that, bound though they were, they were nine men to one, and no help within half a hundred miles. The soldi e r had called him to die, that was certain. But what would the result be? Had the soldier a weapon he knew not of. Had he discovered the cartridges gone from his revolver ;mcl reloaded it? These chances the scout must face. And face them he did. Boldly he walked up near to the soldier and asked : "vVhat is it, corporal ?" "Bob Brass has freed one of his feet from the manacles on bis ankles, sir." "Indeed r" "I did not believe that possible. ''I will have a look at him." As he stepped forward Buffalo Bill did so in a way that oid not place the corporal at his back. The men all lay quiet now, as though-asleep, save the two netct to Bob Brass. These two were ahxious and nervous. They did not know but that there would be a shooting match, unless their leader killed the sc out at the first shot. As he got to within a step of the leader he sudde nly ros.e to a sitting posture his hand was thrown for ward, and he called out, savagely: "Now you die, Buffalo Dill!" The intention of the man certainly w a s to k ill. His hands were as steady as a rock, his aim full at th e heart of the scout. The latter was outlined against tht: firelight ancl a splendid target. So sure of the 1>cout's instant death was the corp o ral that he turned his; head away, not to witne s s the fall of the man he had betrayed. But, to the horror of all sa v e Buffalo Bill the w e apon in the hands of Bob B r aits did n o t explode. There wail only the imap of the hammer. With a curse most malignant, and a dread of instant death, Brasiii drew trigi"er acain and again. But the reimlt was the same. There was no report from the weapon, other than the click of the hammer. "Kill him, corporal I "For 4tod's sake be quick!" The cry was in earnest, for the man thought h e saw death before him. Driven to act, the corporal turned towar d Buffalo Bill r evolv er' now drawn, just as Bob Brass, in a fren z y, hurl e d with both hands the revolver full at the scout. Buffalo Bill had reali z ed that Bob Brass h a d b ee n give n the unloaded weapon by the corporal to kill him. He also knew that the man was still heavily iron e d, and he made no effort to fire at him in return. The corporal also having an unloa de d wea p o n, h e di d not regard him as danee rotts, and s o h e c a lml y turned to ard him at the appeal of Bob Brass to co ver hi m w ith bis weapons. Unfortnnately, however for the scout, the r e v o l ve r hurled with great force by Bob Br;i s s struck him on the arm, knocking his weapon from his gras p, and then gave him a blow upon the breast that was most s eve re It knocked the breath from his bodv and felle d him his length upon the ground. "Kill him, CQrporal kill him shrieked B o b Brass "Kill him, corporal; kill him !" yell e d the pris on e rs i n a chorus, all now sitting up and terrib l y e x cit e d The corporal had momenta1-il y r e m a ined inactive, like one dazed by the situat i on h e f ?und himself in. But he soon was convinc e d that u n l e ss h e ac t ed promptly his o w n life was in d a nger, and th a t if he did not kill Buffalo Bill he would n o lon ger hold an atom of influence with the band of outlaws he hop e d to command. So the corporal acted.


THE BUff/\LO BILL STORIES. 12 He drew his revolver, cursed the scout as be fell, and pulled trigger. But the weapon did not fire. In dismay, he again pulled trigger. The result was the same. Again and again as his finger drew hard on the trigger th e re came that, to him, same sickening snap, in stead of report. Driven to desperati on as he saw that the scout was not seriously hurt, and hearing the wild cries of the prisoners, he threw himself upon the prostrate form and grappled with him. Buffalo Bill had regained h is breath, and "l'vas just rising when the corporal threw himself upon him. The weight sent him back upon the ground, and his revolve r having been knocked from his hand, he hdd no weapon in his grasp. He, however, had a revolver and knife in his belt, and these he must keep the corporal from getting, and, if neces:aary, use himself. The corporal was a large man, one of great strenjitl1, and his now was the one of his life. He had the advantage, too, of having made the attack, and the scout at a disadvantai:-e. :But he di:acovereCouts, but they had never met. Now it was that they were to meet in a fight for the life or death of one. The scout had his own life to protect, nine other lives to hold in his keeping. The corporal had grasped for his throat, while he was feeling around for the revolver struck from his hand by the well-aimed blow of Bob Brass with the tm loaded weapon. Buffalo Bill tore the corporal0s hand from his throat with an iron force that made the soldier feel that he had met his match. Confident in his strength, in his power to subdue the iteout, he had suddenly made known to him, that the stories of Buffalo Bill's phenomin?.l strength were not Again he sought with one hand to grasp the scout's throat, with the other to tear a weapon, bowie or re volver, from his belt. But the hand for the weapons was grasped in a steel-like grip that caused him pain, and there held. The hand that made the grip again at the throat was forced back, and the blows then aimed at the face of the scout were parried most skillfully. It was a battle of giants, and the outlaws were wild with excitement. "Men, we must reach them I" yelled Bob Brass, and the whole line tried hard tQ do so. They got within three feet of the struggling men, but no further. The lariat held firtn. In vain they tugged, waved, and stretched their bound arms. They could not reach the fighting giants. "Corporal, hurl him this way. "Force him within our reach! shouted Bob Brass. The corporal tried to obey. Instead, he was hurled over on his back a yard fort.her off. The outlaws were in a mad frenzy of excitement. They were simply gone mad with fear and hope. They watched the 11truggle while they yelled encouragement to the corporal. "Gd one of his weapons from his belt!" "Choke him!" "Pick up the yonder!" . ';'."1. ''Drive your fist into his face.!" "Roll him over to us and we'll fix him, tied though we are!" "Put your teeth into him!" "Oh, pard pard, don't let him do you, or we all hangs I" Thise cries were meant to encourage the soldier. Whethelr they did or not, he did not appear to be able to obey a single injunction, strive as he might. He had never met a man who could handle hi.m as did Buffalo Bill. And handle him the scout did, for each blow was turned or caught on the ann, the other hand was still in a grip of steel, and the corporal had changed posi tions, he now being beneath the weight of his adversary. Buff alo Bill was not fighting to kill, but to 1mbdue. He was determined to take his man alive. Each weapon had been taken from his belt and hurled eut of reach. This proved that he was not fuarful of the result. It was like a death blow to the outlaws who saw it, and they tugged like mad at the lariat. At the command of Bob :arass, several of them with the sharpest teeth were gnawing at rawhide plaited rope to cut it in two. "Gnaw like beavers, men, and you'll soon get it cut!" cried Bob Brass. It was an unlucky remark for him, as it reached the ears of Buffalo Bill. At he put forth all his strength to end the struggle. Well he knew that if the eight men freed themselves from that line, stretched from tree to tree, that they would iloon be upon him. Bound as they were, hands and feet, they could easily get the be&t of him. They could pick up his weapons and quickly end the strug?le. Tlm would never do, and with a mighty effort he set ,. to work to conquer his man.


18 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. .He forced one ann beneath his knee and held it there. Then the other was forced beneath the other knee, while his hands grasped the corporal's throat and tight ened upon it. Soon the struggles ceased and the soldier grew black in the face. "It is nearly cut in two! "All together, men! "Throw your weight upon the lariat!" yelled Bob Brass, in excited tones. The men did so, there was a snap, and all fell as the lariat broke, and with wild yells they began to rise to hurl themselves upon Buffalo Bill and end him then and there. CHAPTER XIX. THE ORDEAL ENDED. Buffalo Bill had recognized just in time that the out laws, if the lariat broke, would be upon him. He tightened his grip upon the corporaVs throat, dashed his clinched fist once, twice, thrice into his face, and felt that he was no longer dangerous. The soldier lay limp as a rag. He had been half choaked to death, and stubned as well. In an instant of time, the scout then grasped his two weapons from the ground, and facing the outlaws, as he crouched panting upon the ground, met them just as the lariat parted and they were scrambling up to throw themselves upon him. The first to rise was Bob Brass. He looked square!)' into the muzzles of the scout's revolvers, and heard the threatening words : "These weapons are loaded l "I have twelve shots1 and you are but eight. "Back l or take the consequences!" Bob Brass shrank back. His men

THE BU ff ALO BILL STORIES. 10 threw more wood in the fire and then wtmt o(f on a scout around the camp. It was well that he did so. CHAPTER XX. A HIDDEN FO'E. Buffalo Dill had not long left the cliff, with his pris oners and Corporal Strong, when a horsemau rode up to th6 rcndezvolds where Bob Brass had met the men he had picked for scouting work. The stranger was a man of fine presence, dressed in scouting garb, and a thorough type of a daring border man. He had a face that was darkly bronzed, was handsome and fearle ss, and he was well armed and mounted. He was Jim King, a celebrated outlaw leader, feared far and near for his red dee ds. He it was who had sent Brass, acting as his lieu t('nant, to organize a new band for him, for the band which he had formerly commanded had been scattered, some having left for the East and otheri having been killed He looked disappo int e d when he drew rein at the ren dezvom; bene;i.th the cliff and gazed about him as a man wo uld who was survrised at the signs his experiencc

. 20 THE BU ff ALO BILL STORIES. CHAPTER XXL RECONNOITERING JN THE DARK. If 011e would l3uffalo Bill what changed his steps when he was walking righf upon a hidden foe, he could not answer. It was an impulse the sarhe as h;d influenced him a hundred times before to do a certain act or not to go in a certain direction . Hardly conscious that he felt an occult warning, he yet did so, and turned abruptly to the left into a pine thicket. This led him to an open swale, and beyond was a fringe of willows. He crossed the swale, and, entering the willows, determined to make a complete circuit of the camp. Somehow he often acted from instinct, and there was a feeling in his heart that there was some clanger near. \Vhat it was he could not fathom. but the feeling was there, and he never disregarded a presentiment of ev i \, though his is not a really superstitious nature. Reaching the willows, he suddenly sprang to cover, throwing himself flat upon the ground. He had heard a sound not twenty fe from him. Fora moment he lay the re, and then made a discovery. A horse was hitched within a few paces of where he !av. \Vho was his rider? was his rider? Buffalo Bill was the one to find out. Approaching the horse, he unfastened him, led out into the meadow and across where the other animals were feeding. Ne(t he unsadcllea and unbridled him, and staked him out neat the other horses. The starlight revealed that he had captured a fine horse, thoroughly equipped, and with a full camping, outfit. But the rider? He was not to be found. "It must be one of the outlaw band who arrived late at the rendezvous and has followed to rescue his comrades. "Now that I am onto him, it will not be such an easy re sc ne as he may think," muttered the scout. Then he stood lost in thotight fully a "If he is a comrade and would-be rescuer, then the two fires will reve a l the camp. "N atutally he will approac. h from the safest side, but ri.s the prisoners are on the point around which the stream iio ws; he will have to get to them from the front, across the water. "He could do the latter, release them and take them all that way, or, discovering that I was alone in charge of them, simply lie in wait for me to go there again. "I think I \\ill take to the water myself and see what I can discov e r, for if that fellow is l ying in wait, he \\"Ou1cl strely S'e m e before I would him "\\iho else than one of their band I cannot imagine, but still he may be a friend. and in such case I mu1>t go for I do not wish to draw trigger on a pard nnder anv mused Buffalo 'Ci!!, and with him to come to. a dv.:i,i;Jn tu :ery prou:ptly carry it out. He accordingly began to scout around the <>amp 1.mtil he came to the stream. Here he took off his boots, outer clothing and hat, and crossed over without 1'aving to swim. 1 Upon the othe r bank there were bowlders and large trees, and making his way along he soon drew opposite to where his prisoners were, guided by the fire near them. Going a few rods above the fire, he entered the water, and holding his belt of arms high above 'him in one hand, he swam across the stream, which around the point ran swiftly and was quite deep. Without a sound to disturb the prisoners, he r<;'.ached the other bank and came out within fifteen feet of them. All was quiet there, :;ave the snoring of one of the outlaws and deep breathing of another. "He is not here yet," muttered Buffalo Bill, and peering over the bank, he could see by the light of the campfire that all were lying down save one. That one was Bob Drass, and he was sitting up. But where was the rider of that horse which he had left with tbe other animals? And again, might he not be then capturing all of the horses? Yever in his life before had Buffalo Bill felt such dire need of a comrade. If he only h ad some one to guard the horses while he watched the prisoners. The loss of the horses would mean perhaps the lo s s of his pri soners. There was certainly so1-ne one about; the horse found in the willows was proof of that. \Vhether h e was friend or foe the scout fiad no way thus far of knowing. fhe more h e pondered over it. the more he becall]e convinced that, as all was quiet tl111s far with the prisoners, he should return for a look at th horses, then creep into p os iti o n to watch near the prisoners, and then keep on the move between 1.hern. 'I will go back,'' he muttered. But as he uttered the words he distinctly heard a voice. It cam e fro' m across the stream, and it called a name: "Bob Brass !" Buffalo Bill at once crouched down behind the bowlder by which he stood. CHAPTER xxrr. T1IE STRANGE RESCUE. Twice was t h e name of Bob Brass called, and the 'voice came apparently from across the stream. At the secon

tfHE BU ff hLO BILL STORIES. 21 It was one of surpri se and joy. Then followed : "Is that a square deal?" "Did I ever fail you ?" "No," and in a lower voice Bob Brass sa it,. "Pards, wake up, for the man I told you of is here, our c aptain "I expected to meet him elsewhere, but he has got npon our trail and followed us, and that m ea ns life to all of us., but don't open your mouths, as Buffalo Bill has got the ears of a ,fox, and though I watched him go toward the horses, and have not seen him return to his camp, he may be within hearing This was spoken in a low, earnest tone, but the man with ''the ears of a fox," heard every word. The men were all awake now, and the snoring and hard breathing had ceased. The prisoners were nearly twenty feet from the stream, which was fifty feet across, so the man o n the other bank was not 90 Yery far off. "Are t11ere no g uards near yo u Bob Brass?" was heard from across the stream "'vVe CJ.re all the prisoners of Buffalo Bill, and no one else is near." "Remarkable! But he has gone some distance off." "I wish he'd go to--" A light laugh from the man who had call e d himself "The King" s howed that h e appreciated Bo b Brass's warm intentions for the sco ut, but quickly followed the question: "Ca n I reach you from that side?" "Not unless you kill Buffalo Bill, and the odds are you can't." "This stream is deep." "You'll have to swim ." "I <;an do it and you can all escape thi s way." "I have a better plan if you come over." "I'll come "Dring only your knife and a revolver." "All right." ''I'll be with you in five minutes." Buffalo Bill had hea.rd every word. He knew that the man was undressing himself to swim across the s tream, and he at once deteqnined to give him a reception The outlaws were all talking in a low, earnest tone, but the scout did not care what they said now. His int erest all lay in the b old stranger who was coming to their r escue. With his arms Buffalo Bill had brought his lariat, han g ing on a hook to the belt. He quietly placed h i s revolvers on the rock within reach, a nd then coiled his lariat to use as a weapon when n eeded. Peering out upo n the wate r s swiftly running by, he waited to see tl1e bol d swimme r The heavv timber on both sides of the stream made all dark there, save the light of the camp-fire a rod beyond \vhere the prisoners were. Soon there was h eard a splash in the s tream. and a few minutes after a tall. nude form arose not ten feet from the boulder behind which Buffalo Bill was crouch ing and peered over the bank "All right, Bob?" "Yes." "No one near?" "No one to be near save we unfortunates, unless Buffalo Bill is playing it on us." ''No, he is not at this end, I am certain." "I hope not, but he's a cunning one." "I have my revolver and bowie." "You'll need both if you tackle him." "All ri ght. "How many are with you?" "Three dead men lying over yonder, then nine of us all told, for there is a sold ier from the fort who is one of us n ow .'' "You are all bom1d secure! v ?" "Yes, you'll have some freeing us. "But come now and we'll all wait here for the scout to come lack, and he'll find us different from the way h e l eft u s .'' "He will, indeed, and I'll go back and get my clothes, for a bra ve man is a coward when he is naked." Bob Brass laughed lightly and replied : "Now, come for I am anxious to get free, though I'll be the l ast, and am ironed hands and feet." "Buffalo Bill has the key to your irons so you \Vill soon be free," was the answer, and the stranger leaped lightly upon bank and began to walk toward the pris oners, his revolver in one hand, knife in the other. He had gone only a few paces when suddenly there cq.me a sw i shing sound in the air, like that made by a large bird stattled into quick flig ht, and over the head of the strange rescurer nestled the noose of a lariat. The man realized his danger on the instant and tried to spring out of the reach of the fatal coi,l, yet in vain1 for there was a tightening of the line. a swing, and backward to the ground he was dragged with a suddenness and force that caused him to let fall botl1 revolver and knife. But the weapons fell within the reach of two of tha prisoners CHAPTER XXIII. QUICK WORK. It was a most critical moment for Buffalo Bill, and no one reco gn ized it better than he did He had caught the strange rescuer, it wag true; yet in doing so be still had a strong man to subdue, while as he had fallen he had thrown, it so seemed, his revolver and bowie knife toward the prisoners. The two weapons had fallen within re ac h of the men, at least two of them, and were ea gerly grasped by them. It was true th a t the ir hands were bound together at the wrists, that they were cramped by being tied as they had been for a long time Still the y could u se their hands when life depended upon it, and they meant to do so. "Pass that r evo lver to me!" ord e red Bob Brass, realiz in g his opportnnity, for with manacles upon his wrists, connected by a short chain, he had much the b ette r use of his hands than did the others. "Parcls, we are free! "Now, Buffalo Bill, show yourself!" shouted Bob Brass, as he grapsed the revol ver


22 THE BUfrALO BILL STORIES. But Buffalo Bill made no reply. He was too busy He had by sheer strength dragged his captive backward to the bank, and with no gentle hand, for the bare back of the man was scratched by the ground and bushe!i. The s c out knew that h e had not a second to losC', for the knife, even in well-t ied hands, would soon sever the bonds of the prisoners As the captive reac h ed the bank over the edge he went, struggling fearfully. But the struggle quickly ended as the scout's fist twice fell upon his face with terr ific force. He knew that he must kno:: k his man out at once. He wished, too, that the prisoners might believe that he had put him out of existence, for, drawing his re volver, he fired it into the air Then with a few coils of the lari at he his p;is revolver that droppe d him as a bullet had lJassed thrdugh his hl!art. At the same nornent a second man hacl bee11 cut frc< by the bowie knife and leaped towar d the sc o ut. CHAPTER XXIV THE ESCAPE. Buffalo Bill was not in the least rattled by his danhe must do to escape it. No one knew better that he was fighting the fight of < bis life. The ma.n he had captured was but stunned, and wai; only bound te mporarily, so he mii;ht free himself at any minute, and, recrossing the stream to where his clothes had been left, secure other weapons. Thus armed, he would be a most dang-erous foe, and could pick the scout off at any time, for he would have th::: ad v antar,e in !':'very way, Buffalo Biil having to g uard both the pri soners : rnd the horses. Then the r e was the man lying-at his feet, only stun ned a second one after and attacking him, :md others r working hard to sever their bonds with the bowie knife. A more critical posi t ion the scout could not well i111:-t"i11e. yet not for a se_cond did his nerve forsake him. Ifo graspe d the m:i.n who :l.&iiailed him, and again the rc v o b..:r b:<.rrel fell '' ith great force right upon his head.,, Down the ruflia11 Jropped, and, bending over him. Buf falo Bil l thrust the n : u7.7lc of his \Neapon into the verv face of the one who hcl

t'HE BUFF 1\1:..0 Bill STORIES. 23 The two men had revived, yet silent and evi dently suffering. Having expertly and quickly secured his prisoners, Buffalo Bill walked toward the stream, for all the while he was anxious as to the fate of his other foe, the strange rescue r As he went by Bob Brass the latter called out : "Do you know that you killed my best friend, Buffalo Bill?" 'No, when?" "The one who lies dead over yonder." "Ah, yes; your parcl, was he?" "He was, and I'll have my revenge some clay." "Who was he?" "Neve r rnind who he was." The scout walked on and sprang down over the bank where he had left the man. He was gone! There la y the lariat on the sand, just where the pris oner had b ee n left, but the prisoner had made his escape Nude as he was, he evidently had decided, upon re urning to c o nsciousness, to get back with all speed to vhere his clothes and other weapons were. The water, too, would help his lacerated back, he oubtless decided. Not a word did the scout utter to inform the prisoners hat the particular pard of Bob Brass was not only not l dead, but had escaped. He knew but too well what this escape meant, though 1e was glad to recall that he had his horse, his outfit, one evolver he could account for, and his knife. Still the man must have a rifle and another revolver. With both the prisoners and the horses to look after, uffalt> Bill felt sure that the stranger could $:et either ne or the o t her out of his possession-if he did not in ome way prevent. Feeling that he was in a scrape, the scout sprang upon he b a nk and approached the prisoners. "You've got your lariat, I see, so I suppose death keeps y poor pard quiet," Bob Brass remarked. "I have other use for my lariat,'' was the evasive re e ly, and Buffalo Bill passed on to the camp-fire. ; CHAPZfER XXV. 0 THE UNERRING LASsof'' c Buffalo Bill felt that his life was at stake as he walked tt p to the camp-fire. 1 He knew that the escaped stranger could easily pick o im off from across the stream with his rifle. d But he must take the chances to carry out his plan to ircumvent the man. That plan will soon be revealed. :n Straight up to the fire he walked, and, fortunately, it as dying out, so die. not cast such a bright light. c Instantly he scattered the embers, and picking up one w d of the burning logs, he cast them into the stream. In a couple of minutes all was darkness. Jn Just why the scout had put out the fire not one of the risoners could imagine. They had not the slightest doubt of the strange res er' s death, so supposed the scout had some reason for putting out the fire which he intended they should guess at. So, when there was only a few glowing embers left, Buffalo Bill walked over to where he had left his blankets, and, spreading them some thirty feet away from the pris oners, lay down as though to sleep. He moved about like a man who was very tired, and surely he was, but he did not intend by any means to seek rest. The prisoners could not see him after he lay down, and they did not observe that he noiselessly crept away out of the little point. \i\Thile th ey supposed him sleeping, or at least resting, he was making 111s way to where he had left his outer clothing, and intended from there to go to where the horses were. Between t'he prisoners and the horses he would lie in wait for the man whom he now had so much reason to dread being free. The other camp-fire was still burning, but that was of no importance, as neither prisoners nor horses were near it. Having gotten his clothes the scout noi se lessly made his way to the edge of the timber, where he could, look out upon the horses. They were still there, and did not seem to be disturbed by close presence of any one. But the scout felt assured in hi s mind that the first act of the strange rescu e r would be to carry the horses off to a secure spot, after which he could return and at tempt to get a shot at him, thus setting his companions free. That he had put the fire out made him feel that the stranger would suppose he intended to remain by the prisoners and in hiding, to catch him when he made another attempt to free them. But Buffalo Bill was one who was up to all bord er cunning and bold trickery. He could play at any game another man could, and was particularly apt in seeming to intuitively know just what their intentio11f would be. Feeling sure that the man had escaped just before he had gotten back to the spot where he had left him, and, with having to recross the stream, dress, make his way down upon the other bank and there again to cross over and get to where the horses were, that he had not yet had time to get to them, Buffalo Bill boldly decided to walk out among them: This he did. No one was there. Instantly he made his own thoroughly trained animal l;e down, and right at his back he also crouched. Thus moments passed until half an hour had gone by. Then the scout saw several of the feeding horses raise their heads and prick up their ears. The stranger was surely coming. He was coming, too, from the farther side of the camp, so had made a detour. This had taken him longer to get there. The scout saw him crossing the meadow, and he got his lariat ready. He also had his revolver and knife within easy reach. Nearer and nearer came the form.


24 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. It reached the first animal, hesitated a moment, passed to the next, and then came toward where the scout lay by the side of his own horse. Then he turned as tliough to go to others, and Bdfalo Bill saw that he was pulling up the stake-ropes and tying them abo1.1t the necks of the horses. This must not go on, or he woula set the whole lot free and them. So the scout aros<1 and his lariat swung around and around his head. The man was not thirty feet away, tying another stake-rope about the neck of the horse. Another swing, and the coil, unerring in its aim from the hand of Buffalo Bill, and heavy from it.3 wetting, was thrown with all the skill and force the scout's good right hand could muster. The noose settled well over the head, there was a startled exclamation, a bound into the air, a sharp twang as the rope became taut, and the form was dragged backward and fell with a dull, heavy thud. And the form did not rise, did not struggle. Bounding forward, Buffalo Bill bent over the prostrate form, looked closely into his face, prosed his hancl over the heart, and said solemnly: "An Indian, and dead !" CHAPTER XXVI. THE CAPTURE. "Dead as an Indian!" was the verdict of Buffalo Bill, upon reaching the side of the fallen man. He had seen in the starlight that it was not the man he had captured befpre, that he had come here to thwart. Verily he seemed to be getting more and more into trouble and difficulties. That the one he had landed was an Indian the scout read aright. He was sure that he was the scout of some band camped not very far away. He had seen the camp-fire, reconnoitered, and was go ing to stampede the horses, leaving the p:rlefaces afoot. In the bound he had given, when dis;mayed, he had sprung forward with such force that the tightening lariat had simply broken his nock, killing him instantly. Moving the head from side to side, the scout saw that the neck was broken. He had nothing to fear from the redskin. There was no need to bind his limbs, for death had palsied them forever. The lasso was taken from about the neck, and the body was drawn up close to the scout's horse, which had not yet risen from the ground. Then Buffalo Dill once more began watch and wait. He knew that it was midnight now. The strange rescuer must soon appear; or he would go back to have a look at his prisoners. With !ndian:;; near he made up his mind as to his course. He would lead his horse up to the camp if he captured the stranger, mount his prisoners, and press right on through the night and day to the fort. It would be a hard ride for horses and men, but he would take no more chances, crowded as he was by prisoners and dead men. He was particularly anxious now to g e t a w ay so on, as the c am p from which the Indi a n c ame c o uld n o t be away, and daylight would put them on his trail. Then, too, he was most anxious not to have to fir e upon the strmg-er whcm he saw him. He wis hed no s o und to alarm the bancl of Indians, the comradrs of the one he had killed. As he waited be saw a form leave the timber. "Now for him," he muttered. But it was not the stranger rescuer. Instead it was the Indian pony following his 'dead mas ter. He had pulled up the stake rope and was dragging it after him. He came right up to the scout, and was spe e dily cap tured. Hardly had he anc! the other ho r ses freed by the l ndi:m been staked out when another form app.:ared. This time there was no mistake. It wa11 the stranger rescuer. He came too, a:;; though he had nothing to f ear. He walked boldly in among the horses pull e d up the st&kc pin of first one, then the other, and then began to gather them to g ether. As he came up to the horse of Buffalo Bill, still lying down, he was le:

THE BU ff ALO BILL STORIE3. 21 and Jo0king on with wonder as to how the bo

28 THE BUFFALO BILL f. lot of cavalrymen," and he pointed through the dark ness to an open space where were visible a number of horses coming directly toward them. CHAPTER XXVIII. SURPRISING THE PRISONERS. The prisoners lost heart at sight of the coming caval cade. They could only see in the darkness a body of horse as they supposed, approaching, and mistook them for cavalry from the fort. This thought did away with all hope of eieape for them. Instead, however, it was Buffalo Bill with his prisoner, the dead redskin, and leading the horses. As he drew near, the scout halted his horses, gathered up the embers of the scattered fire, and soon had a blaze high enough for the prisoners to see that no United States troopers were When the fire sent its light upon the scene there \.vere their own horses and a man was seated upon one of the animals, a dead body was strapped to another-the In dian pony. Brighter burned the fire, and suddenly Bob Brass ut tered a cry. It was at sight of the horseman he had but indistinctly seen before. "My Goel! It is you, King? He did not kill you, after all," cried Bob Brass. "No, Brass; I am all right, save a badly scratched back and being a prisoner; but you are in the same bad plight, .,. see," answered the man. "Yes. but how did one man master you?" "It was Buffalo Bill, I find." "Yes, that accounts for it; but whose dead Indian is that?" "He belongs to Buffalo Bill, as we all seem to do. ''How many are you?" "Ten with you, and four dead bodies, counting the redskin." "And Buffalo Bill is alone?" 'As you see." "Do you mean that he has alone taken in this outfit?" "It is just what he has done." "I do not feel so badly, then, at my being captured by him." "He has a way of doing things that other men would never attempt." "So it seems." "But what is he going to do with you?" "Take us to the fort." "For what reason?" ''To hang us." "For what?" ''He claims that we are outlaws." .-\h Then I suppose he will wish to include me in Uie game category, when I only saw comrades in trouble and intended to help you out." Buffa!@> Bill had been moving about the while, gathering the saddles and :bridles of the party, and preparing to leave the camp. He overheard the last that was said, and, turning, fixed a_ U!c He saw him distinctly now by the light of the fire, and said: "So you recognized your friends in the darkness, and came to rescue them, did you?" "I know Bob Bras's, but none of the others. "I intended re rescue him. "He was a prisoner." "To a Government officer, yes ; but how could you recognize him in the dense darkness?" "I saw him by the firelight. "What were you doing sneaking around my camp at night?" The man was silerit, anc'. Buffalo Bill. continued: "Yot1 are in league with Bob Brass, and he is an oirtlaw. So you go to the fort with the others of the band." ''I am an honest miner, and no outlaw.'' "That you will have to prove before the court of offi cers that will try you, for I accuse you, Bob Brass, and his followers of being outlaws known as the League of Mounted Miners." It was very evident that Buffalo Bill was in no very amiable mood, aft er all he had passed through in capturing and guarding his prisoners. He knew hi s danger still was great, had had proof that a band of Indians was not far away, and a long, fatiguing and perilous ride was before him, with a body of des" perate men to carry al o n g. f' But he did not flinch from his work, and one by one bridled and saddled the h o rses. Then the camp outfit was bro u ght from the other fire and put on his hors e, whil e the bodies of the dead men w ere strapped securely up on the animals selected to bear them. When all preparations had been made Buffalo Bill went first to th e corporal and quietly unbound him from the tree. The lariat holding the others in a line was fastened again, showing that the scout intended taking no chances. Though an xious to get well on his way before dawn Buffalo Bill did not show his prisoners that he was in a hurry, oi-was iu the least disturbed by task before him. The corporal was securely faste n ed to his saddle and returning to the line Buffalo Bill said sternly: "I am in no humor to be. trifled w ith, men, and the first man who s hdws me any of hi s ugly spirit or attempts to detain me, I s hall let him feel the weight of my re volver on his he ad "Now I have warned you, so heed." Whatever plan the men had formed to delay and bother the this threat prevented it. for the men at once obeyed his every word Then the h orses were tied two by t wo, lines running back from the scout's saddle horn to th e bit of all the animals, and to their great surprise Buffalo Bill had suc cessfully mastered all difficulties and started them upon I the trail to the fort. CHAPTER XXIX. CONCLUSION. T'> Buffalo Bill had thrown more wood upon the two fires before leaving.


fHE BUFF /\LO BILL STORIES. 22 He. knew that if discovered by the Indians they would lo se considerable time reconnoitering to see if there were pers on s ca mping there, and not attempt to follow the trail until d ayl ight. \ How many Indians were near the scout had no means of knowing, but he felt sure that the band did not number l ess than. half a hundred. If he got two hours' start of the redskim, and it was juSt that long before daybreak, he believed he could keep well ahead of all pursuers. At least, he could but try. He knew that the outlaws in that part of the country were said to be in league with the re.Iskin!, and, when pressed by the soldiers, after some more daring and cruel act than usual, they always retreated to the Indian coun try. If Dob Brass and his men were friendly with the In dians. it would make it that much harder for himself, Buffalo Bill knew we11. ln such a case he would be the one to suffer most, as he could not trust his prisoners with arms to fight back he redskins. Along the trail they rode, Buffalo Bill keeping the his last captive, by his side. Bob Brass was next, with a d e ad outlaw by his side, and then came the corporal with the Indian pony and dead master. The two other dead bodies each had an outlaw riding by t11e!( sides, and the rest of the band followed. In putting the prisoners upon their horses, Buffalo Bill had bound their hands to the saddle horns and their weapons were also !wung to their horses. At a steady, brisk pace the scout led the way, the darkness not the least disconcerting him, and eagerly did the outlaws watch for the coming of day. "Men, I shall not halt until noon. unless forceu to do so, and to give you a mouthful of food and water. "Then I shall push on to the fort without another stop, if possible, so nerve yourselves for a very hard rid e 'It will kill me," said one of the outlaws. "Then you will be in luck not to live to die on the gal lows," Boh Brass answered, while the corporal asked: ''\iVhy push us so hard, Chief Cody, for I have had but little rest, ahd am feeling badly." "That is your own fault, not mine, David Strong, and with the outfit I have here to take care of, I shall take 'l>O chances of escape. "I em as tired as any of you, imd have had some rather !-ard usage, hut I will stand the ride all right, and you must do the same." There was a sound lil,:e a gr0an ran along the line, and th e stranger asked: "If you see one of the men greatly overtaxed, will you uot halt?" "Ko, for this is as fine a nest of 'possums as I ever saw, and should a man br ea k down he must take the conse quences, for he is tied fo his saddle and cannot fall." "But the horses may give out, Buffalo Bill," urged Bob Brass. .Then the others will have to do double work." "This is not like you, Chief Cody, for I have always you to be of a kind, not cruel, nature,." "Corporal, what I have had to go through within the past twenty-four hours would change any man's nature. "1 left the fort in chase of you, and you know what fol lowed. "Ko, I am merciless now until I get you Jo the fort and my duty done." The dawn was breaking now, and as it grew brighter and ii&hter the men eagerly looked for some sign upon the scout's face to show a ray of hope for them. There was none, He was haggard, pale, and evidently felt the great strain upon him. The men, too, l ooked the worse by far from what they had passl"cl with. Two of them had their heads cut by the blow of nuffaio Bill, who bad plastered up the wounds as best be could. Two others, the stranger and the corporal, looked like wrecks, from the blows dealt them by Buffalo Bill in his struggle with them . Bob Brass had one hand bound up where the bullet of .Buffalo Bill's revolver had gone through it. The corporal's uniforin was torn, and altogether they were a very hard-looking party, for the scout also looked the worse for wear. Then there was the ghastly freight carried by the Indian pony and three of the horses. Dead bodies, no matter how well wrapped up, always have a somewhat appearance. But Buffalo Bill little cared for that. He had a strait;ht trail before him leadiug to Fort Faraway, where he was then stati oned as chief of scouts und6!r Colonel Duncan. A glance behind him over the prame convinced him that he had eluded the Indians who had encamped near him, and the thoroughly subdued appearance of the pris as they strung out before him in a long line across country for Fort Faraway, where the majority of them were to meet their doom, showed the scout that he need fear no t rouhle in that direction. The King of the Plains had, indeed, accomplishecl a great feat. 'Single-handed, he had corraled eleven of the most desperate characters that could be found ann'fhere onthe wild Western border. "My single-handed round-up has been a success," he mutt<>red to hi111self as he spurred his forward in the direction of the fort-and indeed it had been a success. THE END. Next week's issue, No. 86, will contain "Buffa.lo Bill and the Lost Miners; or, Hemmed in by Redskins." The road that lay between the scout and the fort was not as easily traveled as he had expected. The Indians who were left behind by the scout followed hard upon his trail. How they caught up with Buffalo Bill, how he took refuge on a hill, and in spite of tire tremendous odds against him and the desperate prisoners he had in charge, fought them off until rescue came, forms part of thC' story. Then there is another part-and one no less inter esting. It deals with the finding of a man who had been lost for years, and his rescue from the outlaw gang which held him captive.


' list of p riz e winners in fast coolest. Have your n ame in the next list. The prizes are well worth striving for. Now, boys, put on your thinking caps For full particulars see page 3J. Among the Boxers. (By Percie A. Rentfro, Monticello, Ill.) One night, about two years .ago, I dreamed that I was i n China fight ing the Boxers. 1 was put on special duty and I was i n the disguis e of a Chinaman. I went info one of the forbidden temples, my disguise lettingme in, and while 1 was in there the priests we:e going to sacrifice a while man at the altar of Bobab-Do1_1. The man was kneeling, and the executioner had ills sword raised to strike off his head. I could stand it no longci-. l pulled off my disguise and drew my revolver, and shot. The executioner fell dead, but I was to pay clearly for my folly. When my disguise was off, they knew then that I was no Chinaman, and they pursued 111(' I ran until I came to a lake. Thhe I found a boat and rowed across. They were still following me. Finally I thought I had eluded them, and I had a pare!. I wa_s in another temple now, and without any disguise All at once in the temple a flood of red light that came from the ceiling, fell on me, and I stood revealed. My pard was covered with a green light that revealed him. for a moment we were too paralyzed to move, but when we diJ we moved rapidly and used our revolvers We pre. entiy were out of the temple and into darkness ag-ain and comparatively safe, when I-a woke A Frightful Dream. (By Louis Friedb e r g, Shenan doah, Pa. ) 'Help! help! Oh, Great Gtid, save me I I am falling and will be dashed to pieces in a m oment !" Now, dear reader, to begin: I was returning one evening from the clubhouse and I took the short cut home. I h ad to cross a high bridge on my way." When nearly the middle 0 the bridE:e... my foot caught on something and I lost my balance and fell, not on the but over. Dow11 I went and I gave a shriek. I knew what mercy I would get from the jagged rocks b elow My head was in a whirl, but I thou ght quickly. I remem bered some telegraph wires halfway b e low the bridge. Quickly I reached out to grasp them. This was my only hope. I reached out, but I missed. I gave up then, my last hope. But all at once I was checked from my fall. 1Iv foot caught between the wires, and I was held fast. I hung there between life and death. I felt my foot slipping again. 1 gave a shriek and cried the words with which I began my story. But h elp was not at hand. I felt myself flying through midair again. I a low moan and waite d for the last. Looking down, I saw the jagged rocks, and my heart nearly stopped beating, I shut my eyes and, all at once, I rec eived a heavy fall. I was lying on my back in the center of the floor, where I fell from my bed. Mother was calling me for break fast, and l am very thankful the dream was not true. Lost on an Air-Ship. (By J. A. 1Iillard, Cornellsville, Pa.) Last night I had a bad headach e and thought I would go to bed early. I soon fell asleep, and dreamed the following story : I got on the air-ship here and we sailed for New York, and from there to England and so on, till we at length got around to the Rocky Mountains. Here I J ost my balance and fell down, down, down! I thought I never would reach the earth, but at last it came. I fell into a swamp, but did not get hurt. I soon scrambled out of there and started to look for some farmer's ho11Se. I wandered around for an hour or so, and all of a sudden I found myself confronted by twenty Indiai1s. .They bo und me and carried me to camp, about one mile away. .When we got within fifty yards of their camp, I


l'HE BUffALO BILL STORIES. heard a girl Prettv soon I :;aw her. She was a s pretty as a picture. O( course, I felt sorry for her, but what could I do? They tied her to a stake and me by her side. Soc1n she fainted. The flames were now getting high about us. I knew my time had come, so gave up all hope; when, all of a sudden, three shots rang out and as many Indians fell. Now I kicked like a mad bull to get the fire away. I succeeded just as three hunters bounded into that camp. They were soon captured and burned in front of my eyes. Now I did give up all hope, for they soon had the fire going around me again. And just as one of the brutes was about to run a spear into me, I awoke to find I had been sleeping ten minutes, but I didn't sleep any more'that night. The shortest dream I ever had. A Dream of Dreams. (By The Terror, Ogdensburg, N. Y.) .l, The Terror. known as such all over the beautiful little town of Tarryville, eight feet inches in my stocking-feet, big and all muscle; feared by every one, even my most desperate enemies, anti .I had many; the best football player and all-around athlete in the country, and strongest and most n erviest man known, was taking an evening stroll with my most favorite friend, a man 11early as good as myself and who played right halfoack on the "Tarryville Terrors" football team, w hile I played full-back, and to-morrow the great game was to be played on' the Tarryville gridiron with the world's famous "C\lban Giants" football team. As we neared Wall street corner a tree whistled around above my head and then came down with a great thud and I lay on the sidewalk motionless and unconscious. This was the first time the drop was ever got on me by any one. When I came to I was in a large cage, made of monster tree-like bars of iron, which was set inside a large one-roomed building, while men, my enemies, were sitting around, smoldng and laughing. I grappled t wo bars, wrenching them apa1t; pushed my way through, and started for an open window nearby, when a man jumped up and got between us. I grabbed him by the neck with my left hand and plugged him between the eyes with the other fist, and then let him drop unconscious. I then crawled through the windo'v and started for the football field, as I could see the players in the distance, and it was the day of the great game. I arrived just as it was about to start. A sub. was in my place; he left and I filled it again. The Cubans kicked off to us; the I. h. b. got 1.he ball and passed it to me. I run down the field, pushing and knocking opposing players right and left. \ /\/hen I reached the center, a yout1', dresr-ed all in red, rushed from the crowd, carrying a telegraph pole under his arm. He ran in front of me and dropped it on my toes. I stumbled and fell. Immediately the players piled on to me and I was forced to yell ''down." 'vVe lined up, our left halfb ack took the ball, but was knocked down by the opposing tackle and fumbled it, letting the Cubans rig-ht guard get it and rush doN11 the field. where he was downed by myself after a bard l>Ur five.yard line We held them for (!owns, 1 got the l:raJI, bl.lt eeula:11't an inc:h, e\t I was forcea t.o my kkkinl' material. The ball to me. I made a beautiful drl:lp kiek. It sailed down the field and between the opposing team's goal posts, and we were ahead. The first half was over; !lcore, T. T., 5; C. G., o. The second half began. We kicked off. Cuban Giants' full-back got the ball, but was pulled down by my famous hand immediately. \Ve held them for downs and got the ball. They held us, forcing me to kick again. They knew I could kick well; so, as the ball was passed, the Cubans' famous tackle broke through and turned his back to me to block the kick. But as he did so a gust of wind swept across the field, carrying the ball to one side, as I was about to kick it. Missing it, I kicked him square in a very bad place The crowd saw what they called a balloon ascension, and the poor tackle hasn't been seen since. A scrub took his plac,e, and the play worked next time. but the ball wasn't kicked far. \Ve then lined up and kept nishing each other up and down the field the rest of the half. \Vhen time was called we were the winners by 5 to o. The fri ends of the Cubans' tackle then sailed on to the field and tried to do me. They came at me from all sides. The first one I come dowff hard on his head and he sank, all on .board going down. The next I kicked and the people saw another balloon ascension. The next I hit sideways on the jaw; he started to spin away, and is spinning still, when all of a sudden the goal post came down on my head and I went down When I jumped up with a start to find my head between the bed and the wall, and recollecting that I had .oread a "Tip Top" the day before I knew how it !'.lad all happened I then snoozed peacefully the rest of the night. A D ream of Adventure. (By Ward Woleslagle, Dravosburg, Pa.) I dreamed one night that a friend of mine and I were walking along the river when we saw three hoboes, and Skiv said he was going to ask them for something to eat. He did so and they gave him a can with some tomatoes in it. He threw them on the ground, and they all jumped on him and were hitting him when I jumped in with a broom-stick and chased them off. Then one of them pulled a r evolve r and shot. \Ve started to run and were going across a railroad bridge when we saw a train com ing. I crawle d -to the edge of the ties, and was hanging on when I thought I had to ,let go. I did so, and 'vhen I awoke I was laying on the floor and my brother was bursting himself laughing. A Bear Hunt (By Harry Lazarus, Bennington, Vt.) This is a dream I bad a few nights ago: As I am a lover of hunting, I dreamed that I was out hunting one day. I traveled around most of the day, not seeing anything to shoot at. I laid down and was kind of dozing when I was startled by a terrible growl, and, looking up, about ten feet above me on a rock sat a large black bear, grinning at me in an awful way. He seemed to say, "What are you doing here?" A cold perspi ra ticu1 ra11 dewn my ].)00.y a.mi the hair Ql1 my head stoeli u' en I di4 ut know wlmt tQ Qe. I was so startled that I forgot I a gun. Every time I made a move the


so THE BUffJ\LO BILL STORIES. bear would move, too. .At last I got my brain!! together. I cl\refully took my gun and shot him. The bear tumbled down and I, thinking he was dead, ran over to him. I no more than got to him, when he jumped up and grabbed me in his huge paw5, and began me. He bit and scratched me all to pieces before I knew what struck me. My right hand wai; loO!e: I took out my hunting kPife, that hu-ig by my 11ide, And buried ii in the bear's heart. He gradually let go till he dropped dead, and I dropped near him. When I awoke I found the 11un shining in my window, and I heard my mother calling me down to breakfast. I do not want to have another dream like that again. A Drum that Ca.rr.e True. (By Harry Lee Hatcher, Alletheny, Pa.) There i5 a blacksmith shop near our hou!!e, and the blacksmith has an old iron safe in it to keep old paper!I and things in. I dreamed that a man that I knew blew the safe open and that I saw him, and tried to shoot him, but that the gun wa!ln't loaded and that he ran. Then I tried to run, but I could not. I wa!I !!cared to death, and tried to run real hard, but could not move. I commenced halloaing and the man ran back and knocked me clown. My mother had just slapped me to make me shop halloe.ing, ''Help! help !'' real loud. I told her what my dream was and she just laughed at me. Ten days after that, on Saturday night, my little baby \irother was sick and my mother and I (my father being dead) were up waiting on it, when we beard a loud explosion. It was two o'clock in the morning and I wanted to go and see what it was, but was afraid. The first thing in the morning I got up and found out that the old safe had been biown all to pieces. The man that I dreamed did it was seen in the early part of the night, but he disappeared that night, and has never been heard of since. I never believed in dreams before, but always have since. Disappointed. (By Charles Newman, New York City.) This is a dream which is absolutely true, though it may seem impossible. It is as follows : Having gone to sleep one winter's night I dre11med that I was out on a huntingexpedition, chasing a deer for about six miles. I beca me exhausted with running such a great distance, and I sat down to get my breath. Un consciously, I placed my hand behind my back, when I encountered a cold object. I turne'Cl around and I found that it was a box. On opening it I found that it was filled to the brim with gold. Then all of a sudden I felt a knock on the head. I immediately dropped the box and I found myself ly'ing 011 the floor near my bed. The next morning at the breakfa5t table, I told the 5tory of my dream. everybody having a good laugh at my expense, but I nevertheless felt the keen disappointment. A Hu.:iting Dream. (By Frank Burke, Shelburn, Ind.) About two weeks ago I was at my friend's house for a visit and a hunt. We sat up late that night, cleaning our guns and getting ready for a hunt next day. When we retired I had a dream of our next day's hunt. I dreamed we were up and h ad breakfast before it was light, and had to wait for daylight to come to start. We got in a hurry and started just as it was roming light in the east. We went about a half mile and then cut across a neighbor's barnyard, when, to my surprise, my pa'rd t o ld me that he saw a prairie chicken on the fence, and fired. J U!!t then l saw one and killed it, and by that time m y pard had killed a whole bunch of them, but our s hells were giving out and I gue11s it was a good for just then the fam1er and his hired hi!.nd, aroused by the came out with a club in each hand. The farmer's man got my pard down and was p)aying London brid:e on him, and the farmer was mauling me with a club and telling how he would puni'3h me for killing his Plymouth Rocks. And then they took us to jail with a log chain around our necks, and were just slamming the door, when we were awakened for breakfast. PRIZE \VINNER.5. Herc are the prize winners in the contest that closed three weeks ago: whether you are among them or not, get into the new contest. There were hundreds who missed getting :i pri7.e hy the narrowe5t margin. ':(hey are the boys who wili have the best chance next time. If you were not in the last conte5t, don't let another good chanc:e get past yon. FIRST PRIZE. The following three boys will each receive a first-class c:uncra and photographic outfit: Robert Laughlin, Box 91, Poquonock Bridge, Conn. ; Romeo Maine, 430 Bryant '-lrcct, San Francisco, Cai.; \Valter Davis, Mystic, Pa. SECOND PRIZE. The followi n g five boys will each receive a safety hunt ing ax: Wm. T. Conway, 1707 Venango street, Philaclelphia, Pa.; R. C. Skinner, Rumford, Rhode lslan

' CURIOUS DREAM CONTEST l you all k?ow what a success the last contest was. We propose to make eve n bigger. L 0 0 K AT T H IS S P L E N D I D P R I Z E 0 F F E R 15 COMPLETE. P H OTOGRAPHIC OUTFITS J --inclu d i n g a n EASTMA N B ROWNIE CAMERA and a complete outfit for taking, developing and printing photographs I -CET INtO y ; ... u s CONTEST Wheth e r you wer e in the l a s t o r n ot. All you have to do is to remember any Curious Drea m you have eve r had, write it in five hundred words, or less, and send i t w ith the accompanying c o u pon, properly filled out, to !SU FF ALO B i l l W E E KLY, Care of STREET & SMITH 238 WILL.rn.M STREET, NEW YORK CITY THE PRIZES WE OFFER THIS TIME are about th e FRNES T EVER cnnsN in a contest of this kind. The cameras are beauties-simple in operation and COT.JPON hold cartridges with film enough for six Buffalo Bill Dream Contest. No. 2 Name ... .............. .. : ... . .. ... . ...... . : .......................... exposures without r eloading. A car-No . ..... . .... . .. Stree t .. .... ............. ........ .... .. . .. ........ tridge and a cofnplete o utfit, together City o r Tow n .. .. ...................... ... ... ... .......................... with a book o f i n s tructions as t o how State ..... ....... .. .. . ........ ..... .... ... .......... ..... .. ...... ...... to take and de' ; clop photographs g o Titl e of . with each camera. I


BUFF !\LO BILL STORIES (I..,ARGB SIZE.) Containing the Only Stories Authorized by Hon. WILLIAM F. CODY ("Buffalo Bill"). 55-Buffalo Bill's Bonanza; or, The Clan of the Silver Circle. 56-Buffalo Bill's Ma5cot; or The Mystery of Death Valley. 57-Buffa1o Bill and the Sursteon Scout; or, 1 he Brave Dumb 1'1essenger. 58-Buffalo Bil rs Mvsterious Trail; or, Trac king a Hidc;Jen foe. Bill and the Masked or, fi(Chting the P1 a irie Pirates. 60-Buffalo Bill's Blind; or, Running the lJeath Gau .ntlet. 61-Buffalo Bill and the Masked lJ river: or. The fatal Run Through Death Canyon. 62-Buffalo Blll's Still Hunt; or, fighting the Robber of the Ranges. 63-Buffalo Bill and the Red Riders; or, The,Mad Driver of the Overlands. 64-Buffalo Bill's O.ead-Shot Pard; or, The Will-o-thcWiso of the Trails. 65-Buffafo Bill's Run-Down; or, The Renegade's Death. 66-Buffalo Bilrs Red Trail; or, I\ Race for Ranson. 67-Buffalo Bill's Be!>t Bower; or, Call:ng the Turn on Deat h Notch Dick. 68-Buffalo Bill and the Cold Ghouls; or, Defying Death at Elephant Rock 69-Buffato Bill' s Spy Shadower; or. The Hermit of G and Canyon. 70-Buffafo Bill's Secret Camp; or, Trailin g the Cloven Hoofs. 71-Buffalo Bill's Sweepstake; or, Hunting the Paradise Gold Mine. 72-Buftalo Bill and the Black Heart Desperado; or, The Wipe-Out Las t Chance. 73-Buffalo Bill's Death Charm; or, The Lady in Velvet. 74-Buffalo Bill's Desperate Strategy; or, The Mystery of the Cliff. 75-Buffalo Bill and the Black Mask; or, The Raf 1e of Death. 76-Buf,.alo Bill's Road Round-Up; or, Panther Pete'5 Revenge. 77-Buffalo B ill and the Renef[ade or, Deadly Hand's Strange D rel, 78-Buffalo Bill's Buckskin Wand; or, for ing the Rej!'kins to 1 he Wall. i'9-Buffalo Bill' s Qecoy Boys; or, The Death Rivals othe Big Horn. SO-Buffalo Bill's Sure or, Buck Draw. 81-Buffalo Bill's Texan Team; or, The Dog Detective 82-Burfalo 'Bitf's Wa1er Trait; ur, foil ng the Mexican Bandit. 83-Buffa!o Biil's iard 'igh 's Work; or, L a tain Co o h n :i' s l

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


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