Buffalo Bill and the boy scout, or, The tenderfoot tramper of the Overland


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Buffalo Bill and the boy scout, or, The tenderfoot tramper of the Overland

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Title:
Buffalo Bill and the boy scout, or, The tenderfoot tramper of the Overland
Series Title:
Buffalo Bill stories
Creator:
Buffalo Bill
Place of Publication:
New York
Publisher:
Street & Smith
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English
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1 online resource (30 p.) 28 cm.: ;

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Dime novels. ( rbgenr )
Western stories. ( lcsh )
Buffalo Bill -- Fiction -- 1846-1917 ( lcsh )
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Original Version:
Volume 1, Number 91

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University of South Florida
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The University of South Florida Libraries believes that the Item is in the Public Domain under the laws of the United States, but a determination was not made as to its copyright status under the copyright laws of other countries. The Item may not be in the Public Domain under the laws of other countries.
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020910111 ( ALEPH )
454447754 ( OCLC )
B14-00091 ( USFLDC DOI )
b14.91 ( USFLDC Handle )

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I Issued Week/J By Subs criptien $a.50 per year Ente re(/ as Second Class M '!ttw a' New York Post Office by SrBEET & SMl'PH, W(//ldm St., N. Y. Price, Five ,,,.,., ... I'""'"" .. .. i "if ;,V7'H"R.. ..... "'p P',ll(J.o "YOO EILhJ:J) YOtrB KAlf, BOY J'AJUI, Jltrr Wlt'Vlll G01 THE TBIBJ> ON& TO 11 SAID BUFF.t.LG BILL

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ffiO[b[S A WEEKLY PUBLICATION DEVOTED TO BORDER Hl5TORY issued iveek! y. B v $z'. 1 0 fer y zr. .;s .)$colld l 'l.i;s Ma '!er a tfze N V. Pos t Offece, b v STREET & SMITH, 238 William St. N. Y. Entered a c c ordingto Act o f in Ille yc11r JQOJ. in lite Office o.f lit e Libr.tri.m of Co11g-res s, fV.1sliin;rton, D. C No. 91. NEW YORK, February 7, 1903. Price F.ive: Cents. BUFFALO BILL AND THE BOY SCOUT; The Tenderfoot Tramper of the Overland By the auth::ir of "BUFF ALO BILL." CHAPTER I. THE YOUNG TRA:.iP. A youth of sixteen was tramping slowly along the Overland stage trail, his face turned toward the west. It was a face strangely full of character for one of his years, bronzed as though by long exposure, with fine features and look of frankness and manhood that was most preposs essing. He was dressed in a corduroy suit, top boots and a hat, had a soldier's !map ac k, rolled blankets and cill, strapped upon hi s back, carried a combination rifle and shotgun O\'er one shoulder, and a revolver, hatchet and knife in his belt. One glance into his face was sufficient to show that he was not "out for a lark," meant "business," and t hou g h far from any habitation, following the l onely stage trail through a wild country full of deadliest danger, he was not one to back down in the face of difficulties, hard ships and peril. "Halt there I "We've got yer covered, and we is thcr toll-takers on this trail. "Hands up !" The bo; started at the rude and threatening challenge but he saw no foe, and just where he had halted there was no shelter for him, though ahead, from where the voice had come, there was a group of rocks in which crouched his foe or foes. He was not a fool to throw away his life where odd s were all against him; so, "after a quick glance behind him he said, with a light laugh: "Oh, yes; I'll halt, and you are welcome to all you can rob a poor boy of, for I suppose is yo:.ir g:t.'tle." "Yas, it's our game ter hold you up and ther weight yer carry, for maybe yer is givin' us a biuff. "Come! Hands up, fer ther coach is due soon, and we wants ter settle your case afore it ,,comes along. Hands up, I say!" The boy laid his gun upon the ground, and raised his \ hands above his head while he called out, in the same indifferent tone: "Well, what now?" "We'll show you," and with the words three men ap peared in sight, each covering him with a revolver. They were hard-looking fellows, roughly dressed.

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I 2 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. bearded, and with long hair, while the? were al so h eavi l y armed and the spurs on their heels mdicated that they had but just dismounted. The upper part of their faces was masked hut the boy had no curiosity to see then;i, and quietly watch ed them, as one w\io seemed to be the leader ordered: "Leave your gun whar it is and come here among the rocks!" The yoi1th obeyed, his hands still rais ed above hi s hf ad "Now, fellows, strip him and be quick about too!" But, as the n\en l aid their hands upon the youth there came a savage yelp and a huge dog bounded ove r the rock full upo n them, while, quick as a flash, taking aclv
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t THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 3 o; yoi; must take your chances," was the firm re ply, and the boy stepped out into the trail. The driver, seeing him, and divining what had hap pened drew rein a t once and called out : "Ho, boy tramp has yer been held up by the Mas}
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4 T H E BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. and alarmed youth, while the passengers looked on with as tonishment. Instantly the driyer recovered, and said, quickly: "No; I thought I did, but I guess-I do not know him." The last words w ere slowly uttered, but the observant Youth decided : "He i s lying for he does know the dead road robber." "Say, young pard, my leaders is gettin' restive, so ye r see fer ye r se lf what he has got on him." And the driver turned away. It was the man that Chum had leaped upon and his iron jaws had crushed the life out of him when he grasped his throat. The search revealed a belt of money a morocco case, which the youth did not open, a watch, chain, ring and a buckskin bag of jewelry and his weapons. "Will you k ee p these things, sir, all of them, for, though you say they are mine, I'll leave in your charge." The drive r hesitated a moment and1 then said, ear nestly, dropping the border dialect in which he had thus far spoken: "Yes, I'll keep them for you, boy. It was your dog that killed him, not you." "Yes, Chum killed him. "All right; they 'll be safe '..Vhen you call for them. .. Now we'll hitch the horses, one on each side of a leader, and the bodies we 'll carry on top of the coach. "I can give your dog a lift, too, if you say so." "No; he can follow, thank you." The horses wete fonnd to be unu s u ally fine animals, ./and well equipped They were unsaddled and hitched alongside of the leaders, and with hi s newly-found pard by his side, J oc Jarvis drove on his way once more. But the youth, close reader of human nature that he '\\
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T.HE BUFFALO BILL STORIES 5 scoutip', and when he's playin' a game he knows when ter ca11 yer, and holds ther cards ter win-four aces high, every whack up. "He is feared by the redskins as an evil spirit, and the Mounted l\li ners is alwavs on the watch for him for they has had cattse ter dread hearin' hi s gun go off; it's their death warrant, sure. "More than twenty times .he has saved me from being picked off my box by the l\.founted Masker s lying in wait for the coach, .and that means he has saved the passengers and treasure as well, for them outlaws seems t e r know iust when I carries booty; and I'll tell yer, boy pard. j carries a rich haul for 'em to-day, had you not kept em from gettin' it," and Joe Jarvis gave another deep sigh as he cast a quick glance back at the bodies. "Arc the .l'vfountecl Mine r s, or numerous, :ir ?" ''Nobody k ows, or can find out, but it's a corner-Jot foct that ti1ey is too numerous for comfort, and once they \Var in force enough to whip off a guard that went with t he coach, and they got their booty, too after a red-hot fight. "Sometimes the coach is held up and only one man i s seen, but yer kin bet high that the others is around; then, again, half a dozen show themselves. "'They robs thcr miner's, ther lone cahins, and thcr ranches. Ther only man they seems ter fear is Buffalo Bill. but he can't be a scout guide, Tnjun-fighter and ou tlaw catcher all at ther same time. yer know?" "Will Buffalo Bill be at the fort?" "Like as not; yet yo u is liable ter run upon him anywhar. But thar is th er trail to Vid e tte, follcrin' up tiler :;tr ca m whar I waters mv horses. "Thank you; I will finCI my way all right." Better ride, son ny. ifs safer." 'No; I prefer to walk until I am sure about the horses." "One would think you had been jumped for a hors e thief, YOU is so 'fraid of riding one of the animiles." .. No, and 1 do not in ten ti be jumped, .. laughed the youth, as he got down from the box. an
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