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Buffalo Bill and the black mustang, or, Dick Dearborn's death ride
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A VVEEKLY PUBLICATlCIR DEVOTED TO HI 5TORY Issued iVeeklv By Sub scrip t zi>n $2. r o per year. En1ered as <;econd Cl ass Matter at New York Post Office by STREET & SMITH, 1138 William St., N. Y Nn. 96. THll: LA.SS::> Sll:TTLED JUST IY TIME, A.ND LOW AS THR! HEAD OP' THE BC.Al'K MUSTANG WAS WHILE SWI!IOllNG, IT 0.A.UGBT OVEB I1' FAIRLY .A.ND WAS TIHHTll:NED WITH .A. TWANG.


ffiO[b(L A WEEKLY PUBLICATION DEVOTED TO BORDER HIS>TORY Issued Weellly. By Subscription $aso per year. Entered a s S econd Class Matter at lite N Y. Post Office, by STREET &: SMITH, 238 Wt11iam St., N. Y. Entered accordtn.Y to Act of Con.f'Yess in t lte year 1qo3, in tile Office of tlte Librarian of Con.f'YeSS, Washtn.Yton, D. C. No. 96. NEW YORK, March 14, 1903. Pr.ice. Five. Cc.n ts. Buffalo Bill and the Black Mustang; OR, DICK DEARBORN'S DEATH RIDE . By the. author of "BUFFALO BILL." CHAPTER I. L I TT L E D I C K ." "The redskins have captured him, and that means a terrible death." "No, no, col911el; they would hardly kill the boy, but rather keep him to rear as one of their tribe." I fear not, major; I fear not. I know how merciless they can be. "Alas! the news will kill his poor mother, for you know that twice before the boy has been taken from us. Once, >vhcn only seven years of age, he was stolen by gypsies when I was stationed in Virginia, and it was four years before we got him back, and then, imbued with the / life he had been leading, he ran away from school a year after going with a circus, with which he went to Mexico and South America, and for two years we mourned him as dead, when he came home of his own accord. "Then I sent him to school for a short while, but, being ordered to take command of this post, I brought him here with me, hoping to make a soldier of him and win him from his old associations. "But, he was so daring, I have feared he would get into trouble, and this third blow will break his mother's heart, I am convinced ." The speaker uttered the words in an impressive manner, and the one he addressed listened attentively to the rev elation. Both were army officers, the elder a handsome; sol dierly man of forty, ranking as a colonel of infantry and the commandant of the frontier post known as Fort Farewell-so named when a Mormon camp, for it was in Arizona, below the Utah line. Colonel Dearborn 's companion, who sought to comfort him in his distress, was Major Darley Fairbanks, a cav alry officer, who had been in command of the post until it was found necessary 1 for the government to send a much larger force there to keep down the Indians. With five companies of infantry, two troops of cavalry and a light battery of six guns had come Colonel Dear born to take command. Fort Farewell thus became a str. ong and important post, as was needed in that wild land, wherein the Indian hostiles then were numerous and in unusually ugly humor, while, with the Mormons to keep an eye on, and a lawless


2 THE BUF.FALO BILL STORIES. element of whites scattered here and there, the post force was not any too large, even when added to the two hundred men already there, under the command of the major. Only a month before had Colonel Dearborn been at Fort Farewell, when he had shown himself a sol dier and kind commander, firm in discipline but courte ous to all, and he won the affections bf officers and men alike. Known in his own regiment as "Colonel Dick," the name had followed him, and, as he bad brought his son with him, a perfect counterpart of himself, a youth of fifteen, the boy was given the name of "Little Dick," while his bright, handsome face, wit and cleverness soon made him the idol of the fort. Mcrted upon a wiry mustang, riding in a way that no one there could equal, owing to his circus training of over two years and a splendid shot, the boy was not long in showing what he could do and that he knew not fear. Time and again had he been warned of the danger of his going off alone, but he was indifferent to warnings, and one day did not return to the fort. Night came and passed, and the the whole garrison was turned out in search of the missing boy. But, vain the search, for at night the last party came in and the scouts reported seeing Indian signs about, and that the trail of the boy's mustang led right to them. Then had the father given his son up for lost, and, seated in his quarters, had uttered the words opening this story of real life in the Arizona wilds. Major Fairbanks had been more deeply grieved at the loss of the boy than his brave nature cared to betray; yet he hoped for the best; and, having heard the short sketch of the boy's life, as related by the colonel, but which was unknown to any others at the fort, he said: "l would make no report of liis disappearance, colonel, until assured that he has been captured or killed. -,. ''"\ r _ ,- "The scout's report indicates capture by the Navahoes, and I to that belief; but there is a man due here to-morrow whom you_have not yet met, for I sent him to Santa Fe with important despatches the day l;>efore you arrived, making an earnest' appeal for a large force to be sent here. My other despatches had not gone throqgh, as I had not heard of your being on the way. This man to whom I refer is the one I rely on to find out justwhat has happened to Little Dick-=-pardon "_me, your.. on." "\Yho is this man, Major Fairbanks?" "Buffalo Bil.I, sir, my chief of scouts( was the answer. CHAPTER II. BUFFALO BILL. "Buffalo Bill I have heard much of the man; in fact, General Sheridan told me I would find him worth a regi ment to me, and that but for his skill and cleverness, Fort Farewell would have been taken a year ago," answered Colonel Dearborn. "It is true, sir; he has saved Farewell from capture half a dozen times, and also prevented our troops out on the scout from being ambushed time and again. In fact, col onel, he is the best frontiersman I ever knew, whether as guide, scout, Indian fighter or trailer. I have been most fortunate in havirig him here with me." "And you say he is at Santa Fe now?" "All my despatches seemed to fail it1 going through. I had two scouts killed while bearing them; a courier sent through by coach was never heard of, while a fourth was badly wounded, and still lies in the hospital. I therefore decided to send Buffalo Bill." "And you do not fear that he will not get through?" "Somehow, Colonel Dearborn, we all regard Cody as having been born a lucky star, for he certainly bears a charmed life, and when he departed with those de spatches, taking his own way of getting there, he coolly said to me : ,, "'If not detained at Santa Fe,_ Major Fairbanks, I will be back by the first of the month.' I set that return down as an assured fact; that he will be here, as he stated, I confidently expect." "And the first of the month will be "Yes, sir, and with it will come Buffalo Bill-the fort mascot, as the men all regard him." "You certainly have a high opinion of this man, major?" "I have good reason for it, sir. He is chief of scouts here, and, though I can name a dozen splendid men under him, not.one of them h'!-s his way of getting at things, and he knows an Indian as he does himself. "As for the lay of the land, as we say out here, he can guide through fill unknown and perfectly coun try, and can tell just where to find water and a good camp. He is a wonder, Colonel Dearborn." "I should think so; but what can he do to find n}Y poor lost i boy ?" "I do not know, sir. I simply have confidence in his ability to find him, as you vvil! when you meet the mascot, for his very inspfres confidence." "Heaven grant that he may soon come, for what you tell me gives me hope, and--" "Chief Scout Cody, sir, asks if you will see hi111 ?" and an orderly approached the door. "I told you so!" cried the major, in an exultant tone, while Colonel Dearborn uttered a fervent "Thank God I"


/ I THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 3 "Show him right in, orderly," ordered the major, not waiting for his colonel to give the command. A moment more, and there strode into the room the chief of scouts at Fort Farewell. Colonel Dearborn fixed his eyes upon the scout, with a look of a man who wot1ld read his soul. He saw a man over six feet in height, of splendid physique, wiry in form, quick in movement, and yet with the calm dignity of conscious power, without the slightest trace of egotism or bravado. His face was a study for an artist, so full of manliness it was, while the features were cas t in a perfect mold. The large, earnest, dark eyes, the indomitably firm mouth shaded by a full mustache, the massive chin, soft ened by an imperial, and the long, nut-brown hair, with his buckskin suit, top boots, and broad sombrero, made 1:1p a for the pen of the novelist, the admiration of t h e artist. He saluted politely, the colonel first then the .. major, and said, "I have to report my return, sir, and hand you se return dispatches An"d he h e ld out! the official-looking papers. The major threw them upon the table, and said, warmly: "Dash the dis patches, Cody, until I have welcomed you back, glad am I to do so. 1 "But, fe't me present you to your new commander Colonel Dearborn, this is William Cody, chief of scouts, and whom we call Buffalo Bill." Colonel Dearborn had made his estimate of the man ; he had read his character in his face; and now, doubly interested, from what he hoped of him he put forth his hand, and said, in his courteous way: "I am glad to meet you, Chief Cody, for I have heard good acc o unts of you from General Sheridan and othe r officers under whom you have served, not to speak of Major Fairbanks splendid report of you." "I thank them, sir, and you, Major Fairbanks; but I have an important report to make when yon are at liberty to hear it, sir and Buffalo Bill turned to Colonel Dear born, his new command e r, who replied: "You went under orders from Major Fairbanks, so make your report to him, Chief Cody." CHAPTER III. AVOIDING A TRAP. The day before the arrival of Buffalo Bill at Fort Farewell, when his coming was so longed for, he was riding along a rugged trail, winding down toward the Colorado River, at a crossing now known as Lee's Ferry.* Coming in sight of the river, there flowing swiftly be tween its banks of towering cliffs, the view was truly grand, and the scout halted his horse for a few moments in profound admiration of the magnificent scene. Then, continuing on his way down to the river's rim, he looked about for the little canoe which was kept on the other side of the stream, where the lone ferryman had a cabin ; but, not seeing it, he did not call, and, speaking to his horse, he said : "You have not only got to swim across, old pard, but carry my weight also, for the canoe is not in sight, and over we have got to go." I .... Drawing off his boots and tying them over his shoulder, he then at once rode into swift current, striking out boldly for the other shore, then C'J. quarter of a mile dis tant. The brave and spirited steed had nearly reached the further shore whell: a side canyoo opened up to view, and in it Buffalo Bill saw a dozen horses staked out, on its flat, or meadow. Running his eyes along the cliff, in a thicket of pines, close up to the cliff sides, he beheld a camp, the men there bus y preparing supper over a small, smokeless fire. "Some of my men; so I am in luck," muttered the venturesome rider. But, as he nearly reached the shore a better view of the ca.mp revealed that the men were unknown t9 him, and that could but mean that they were foes, belonging to the lawless element of the country. Or, possibly, were 1 they a band of Mormons, whom the wary scout was none too anxious to meet at that time. To tum back would betray that he feared them, for he saw that he had been discovered, so he kept right on for the steep trail up the mountain side, several hundred yards from their camp. As his horse gained a footing, a man came a short dis tance toward him and shouted: "Ho, Nick! Put yer horse up ther canyon, and then come on ter camp. Ther cap'n is anxious ter know what yer has found out." Which was good proof to Buffalo Bill that he had been mistake.t1 for one of their number, and he determined to help out the deception, so he shouted back: "All right, pard Tell the captain !'11 soon be there I" The man turned back to camp, and Buffalo Bill rode *Le e's F erry was named after its ferryman, who was none other than J o hn D. Lee, the Mormon Danite chief in the Moun tain M ea do w massacre Seeking a secure hiding place he estab lished himself in that yet des o late land and remain e d there until tracked down long years after, and executed by the United Statu Government.-THE AuTHO


4 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES, on toward the canyon flat where he saw the horses of the men feeding. If they were friends he would know by their actions when they saw that he was not obeying the instructions given him; if they were foes they would very quickly prove it by firing on him when they were convinced that he was going to give them the slip. On he rode quietly, his horse in a walk, until he reached a point where he had either to turn into the side canyon or ride for the ferry trail up the mountain to the left. He had kept his eyes upon the men in camp, and the more he saw of them the more he was convinced that they were a lawless band. Down in the deep d efile through which the Colorado ran, the shadows wt;re gathering, though the sun was yet an hour high, and the camp and surroundings were seen as though at twilight. At last the moment came for a break, and suddenly whirling his horse to the l eft, the daring scout put him at full speed for the steep trail leading up the mountain, several hundred yards away. He had gotten well started before the men in the camp realized his purpose-knew that he was not one of them returning from some mission upon which he had been sent. There was wild excitement at once, men springing to their feet, seizing theit rifles, and shouts of command succeeding. The flying rider could but feel rejoiced at his cleverly giving them the slip, as he had, and he answered their shouts with his ringing warcry. a silence followed, and the scout heard the words distinctly: "That is Buffalo Bill's warcry. A big reward to the man who kills or captures him!" The voice was one of command, and he who uttered the words evidently was captain of the band. His words were responded to by a shout, and the men, who were already rushing for their horses to mount and give chase, strove yet harder to reach them, several of the gang firing at the scout, who coolly dismounted at the mountain and led his horse up the steep, rough trail. In five minutes a dozen horsemen, filing out of the side canyon, were in pursuit, but Buffalo Bill, a good quarter of. a mile ahead, was still leading his horse, heading for the summit of the plateau to whieh the Lee's Ferry trail ran. CHAPTER IV. ; THE FLTGHT. Buffalp Bill now was up in the full light of the sun, as it neared the western horizon, his pursuers being in the shadow below. I He saw that they had not dismounted, but were in the saddle and pushing their horses hard. His horse, though a fleet one, and of great endurance, was just nearing the end of his long journey, and was, naturally, much worn. His swim across the swift Colorado had cooled and re freshed him, however, and not having to bear the scout's weight half a mile up the steep mountain climb, had not been winded though it was tiresome enough as it was. Buffalo Bill had crossed at that point several times be fore, and, glancing back, he saw that he would gain the summit with his pursuers still several hundred yards be hind him. He wanted time for his horse to get a breathing spell, and, as his enemies were firing upon him, though without harm, he mounted, and, nearing as they were ; he decided to whirl at the summit, take refuge behind the rocks scat tered there, and take a hand him se lf in pulling the trigger. At last he reached the summit, and just the re was a huge rock-a section of the cliff escarpment. Leading his horse behind this, he scrambled to the top, ran his rifle over, and, tal{ing aim at the horse nearest to him, dropped him as he was struggling up the trail. His rider nimbly caught upon his feet, and in a second had sought shelter behind some rocks, firing a well-aimed answering shot that just grazed the scout's head. "I made a mistake that time, for the man is more dan gerous on foot than mounted. Next time the inn ocent horse shall not be the sufferer," decided the scout, as h e threw another shot into his breech-loading e 41, brought it to his shoulder, for his first shot had J;{ft checked the other pursuers, who he saw were eigJ1t ia-1. number. Again he fired, aiming at a tall, heavily-bearded man well in advance of the others. Jhe man toppled from his saddle, and those who followed him were quickly brought to a halt, and began to dismount and scatter for shelter b'ehind the ledges a'.nd rocks. "I think we'll go on now old fellow1 while they are holding a council of war. "They know me, but I have not the honor of fa eir ac quaintance. I have not had a good look at them, though a little too close to them for comfort," and he spoke to his horse as was his wont. Mounting, he rode away at a gallop over the plateau, following along the base of a range of red cliffs that rose like a terrace a thousand feet above the comparatively level plain he was then on. Looking back as lie rode on, he had passed out of range of an ordinary gun, when he beheld the men dash into view at the big rock he had left. They were on foot, and surely had expected to flank and cover him there.


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 5 Their execrations of disappointment the scout clearl y heard, and laughed at, especially as he saw that they had caught sight of him and were firing at random. But a moment they halted; then ran for their horses to keep up t he pursuit. When they came in sight again, Buffalo Bill was continuing along nearly a mile ahead of them, and, as his horse had not been winded by being rushed up the steep trail, while their animals had so been pressed, he felt n o anxiety about himself. Then, too, night was not far away, and Buffalo Bill knew that he could elude all pursuit in the darkness; so he rode on, as unconcerned as though he had not just had a race for liie, and been under a deadly fire, but which he h ad returned with apparently, fatal effect As darkness began to gather about him he saw that his pursuers were not gaining, so dismissed them from his mind, as far as their overtaking him was concerned. But one thing troubl ed him, and that was as to just who those men were, and what they were doing at Lee 's Ferry. He remembered that the ferryman-who he did not then imagine could be Major John D. Lee, the man on whose h ead a price was set-had not been seen; nor the canoe in which the ferryman paddled men across while thei r horses swam A mystery had always about this lone ferryman, who dwelt half a mile up a side can yo n, or feyder, in his ca.bin, as strongly built as a fort, and with no one but his faithful wife, who had followed him there to that far and most inho spitable wildernes'!. Having no fear of redskins, or wandering bands of outlaws, he livM there, a perfect enigma to Buffalo Bill, who had a half-forme d id e a that h e might be in leagu e with both \he redskins and lawless white men of Utah and Arizona. Then, too, the scout recalled how he had been mistaken for Nick--0ne of the men of the camp on the returning from some mission, and th, e more he thought it all over, the more he became convinced that he had made a discovery which must be more fully disclosed. "Yes, I m ust riow know more-who are the gang and what they are doing h ere," he muttered, as he rode on in search of some retired and safe camping place. CHAPTER V. THE BLACK MUSTANG. Buffalo Bill recalled, as he rode along, the sun n ear the hori zo n beyond the rim of plain, that there was a sp l end id spring about ten miles from where he then was that would be a most desirable camping place. This spring had a most generous flow of water coming out of the hea d of a canyon, while plenty of dry willow wood was at hand; the grass grew luxuriantly around it, and the approach was open. There was no other water within forty miles, save that of the Colorado River, whose banks were in sight down a couple of thousand feet, unless he by the trail he had come from Lee's Ferry. But Buffalo Bill was not to be caught napping. He was too well versed as a plainsman not to feel cer tain that his foes, assured that he must know of the spring, would go right there to find him, and would be likely to approach the spot on foot, hoping to catch him in a trap and unprepa red. So to the spring he would not go; instead, he would ride along close under the red cliff come to some break... and there seek shelter for the night. His horse could get fairly good picking of grass, but no water, and he also must go thirsty, for he had ln tended filling his canteen at the Colorado, but had been prevented from doing so, as has been seen. Seeing a break in the cliff, he turned toward it, and was to find there as good a camping place as could be expected when wood and water were pot to be found. He, however, was glad to see that was grass there. The break extended back into the cliffs a distance of several hundred yards, it appeared, but he did not care to go furthe r in, and perhaps be h emme d in by his pursuers. Where he then was he could mount and dash out s h ould h e see them coming, and he had a view of over a, mile back over the trail. When darkness came he knew h e could hear their h orses' hoofs 011 the flinty trail, and so he was not alarmed. So he took off the bridle, unsaddled his horse, and staked him out, and then concluded he would climb up the di.ff, as he\aw that he could readily do, for fifty feet or more, and take a view further back over the trill! by the last rays of sunlight. Up the cliff he climbed to a ledge, where he found a good resting place, and was turning his eyes back over the trail, when his horse gave a startled snort, and, glancing quickly down into the canyon what he saw held him spellbound. The sun was just touching the horizol), and its rays penetrated back into the canyon. There, dashing along at full speed, and coming out of the rocky recesses which he had not explored, was a large black mustang, hi s glossy hid e not marred by a single spot that was not of a sable hue. He was l ong-bod ied clean-limbed, and was flying along like tl-ie wind toward th,e open plains. But that was not what startled the scout most.


6 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. The mustang wore no bridle or saddle, and yet had a rider, or, rather, bore a human form. And that form was clad in buckskin, moccasins, a hunting shirt from which the sleeves had been torn, and for the purpose of firmly binding thong s about the bare arms, which thongs wen\ made fast to a girdle abovt the body of the animal. The face of the one thus bound, in the glance the scout obtained of it, looked young and well-favored, and might be that of a youth, perhaps of a Bound thus to the girdle, by waist, arms and legs, the fom1 of the unknown Mazeppa was stretched at length upon the back of the black mustang. "My God I What does-what can that mean?" cried Buffalo Bill, as he stood tliere on the ledge, helpless to aid, and beheld the black mustang plunge out of the canyon and strike across the plain in a wild, run-mad way, head ing straight for the cliff banks of the Colorado, which went sheer downward a thousand feet. It was startling, painful sight to the scout, and he at first blamed himself for having climbed the cliff, for had he been in the canyon, and seen the horse coming, he might have caught him with his lariat. Then he felt that he should have reconnoitered to the end of the canyon before dismounting, and then he could surely have hssoed the black mustang. As he had done neither, he could only do what he could, that was, saddle up and go in pursuit. Rapidly he descended from the ledge, and ten minutes after the black mustang had passed him, he was mounted and in pursuit. CHAPTER VI. THE NIGHT CHASE. Was it fancy, or did he really see a dark object in the distance, still rushing for the brink of the Colorado, several miles away? wondered Buffalo Bill. His whole energy now was bent upon s;;iving the life of that unfortunate being, man or woman, Indian or paleface, that he had seen bound to the back of the black Forgetting his own danger, he sought only the rescue of the unfortunate one. Not a word had come from the 1\ps to 'indicate even that the Mazeppa-like being was dead or alive, but in the mo mentary glance he had gotten of the form it had seemed to him that the eyes were open wide and each hand grasped the girdle about the waist of the flying horse. If the animal was madcfened by his strange burden, thus bound to him, he would dash blindly along, seeing noth ing, and go over the precipice without a doubt. But where had the mustang been up the canyon? To the scout, it seemed that the canyon ended but a few hundred yards further than he had gone. Did it really penetrate further, perhaps continue on as a pass through the red cliffs? It must be so, mused Buffalo Bill, or else the mitstang had kept strangely quiet up the canyon. So the scout thought, as his hor!le sped onward over the plain. Keeping his yes steadily upon the dark spot he had noticed and taken for the rupaway horse, he saw that he seemed to be drawing nearer to it. Was that proof that it was but a rock, or was it the mustang, and his own horse gaining upon it? So the spurs touched the flanks of his splendid horse, and the animal at once stretched himself out into a great speed, suoh as fewjiorses of the plains qmld equal. But night had fallen, and the increased darkness shut the object out of sight. Still Buffalo Bill kept up the same tremendous speed for a while, sufficiently long to feel that he had gotten well upon the mustang if the latter had not increased his pace, and then he came to a sudden halt, sprang from his sad dle and stood a few feet away from his horse, listening at tentively. Not far ahead heard the rapid clatter of hoofs, and then, as suddenly as a shot, the sound ceased, and a startled cry broke the stillness of the night, a stillness that in that land is awful. Buffalo Bill was in his saddle in an instant, and rid.Jng on again. But he did not go at the same great speed, only at a canter. He knew that the cliff banks of the Co1orado were not far awjiy. Soon he felt the presence of the mig'hty chasm he could not see, and drew rein, and, dismounting, walked for ward. A cool air swept his face, coming up from the river rushing along in the depths of the earth, and in a mo ment more he beheld the vast void that marked the mighty c;hasm through which swept the grand Colorado over a thousand feet below. But only the swish of the waters arose to his ears; no sound came to them of hoofs upon the rocky plain, and from his lips broke the words: "My God I the black mustang has gone down with his unfortunate rider !" For some moments he stc:x>d in deepest thought, conflicting emotions crowlYing upon him. Then he said, sadly: "Poor fellow "I can do no good now, so I will push on, and, after all, I will go to the spring, for if those men are not there


THE BUFFALO BILL STOR I E S 7 by that time, they will not be, and if they are, I won't care to camp there." VVith this, he turned his horse back toward the trail he had been following along the base of the red cliffs. He had been a long time frorri the fort, so he would not delay to see how far back that canyon ran out of which had come the black mustang, or remain to find out who and what the band of white men might be. So on he rode toward the springs,* keeping his horse at a steady trot, for he knew that he needed water, as he did, and both were very tired. After a couple of hours he came in sight of the little vale in which the springs were, and where there was some timber, with sheltering cliff s all about. But he did not care to halt there, for a glimmer of a campfire told him that his foes or others were installed there b efore him. CHAPTER VII. THE SHOT IN THE DARK. A feeling of. deep disappointment swept over Buffalo Bill as he saw that the springs were already surrounded by campers. He felt certain that they must be the men who had pursued him from the Colorado, and who had passed along the trail while he was in chase of the black mustang and his Mazeppa rider. More concerned for his hor se than for himself, he de termined to at least give the animal a short rest while he reconnoitered the camp, and then pushed on to the next oasis, a splendid spring, where the Mormons had once had a fort, and known as Jacob's Pool. It would be a three hours' longer rapid ride, but there his hors e and himself could get delicious water; there was grass in plenty, and they could have six hours' halt before pushing on to Fort Farewell. So the hor se was left alone, and, rifle in hand Buffalo Bill cautiously approached the camp. He saw that a good fire had been built oI the dry cedar wood scattered about, and, covered b y the darkness, he dared go quite near. There were horses staked out in the vale beyond the camp, and Buffalo Bill muttered: "I'd leave that party on foot if I could only get their horses by the camp unseen. But the vale was a narrow one, and the spring was near its entrance, and there was too much risk in attempting to lead the horses by for even Buffalo Bill, daring as he has ever been. "'Now known as Soap Springs.-THE AUTHOR. So he crept nearer and nearer the camp, and at last reached a rock that gave him a place of refuge. It was not a hundred yards from the camp, and he co ul d see, by the firelight, all who were there, hear their voices, and now and then, wnen one spoke out louder than his fellows, he could catch the words. The men were eight in numbe r and t h ey were cooking supper. They were his followers from the Colorado As he looked and listened attentively, he distinctly heard the words : "It's a pity we missed him, for he's just curious enough, now he s seen us, to want to know all about us." "That's me,' grimly muttered the scout. But he hea.-d nothing else so plainly uttered, and yet twice caught his own name, in further proof that he was the one being discussed . That they had followed him, then, confident that he would not expect further pursuit and go into camp at the spring, he was certain. But he had been too clever for them. finding him there, they had gone into camp them selves. Each face and form, as narrowlyas he could see them, the scout made a mental photograph of, so that he would recognize them again, should he meet them about the fo r t or elsewhere. Then he cautiously withdrew from his position, with the grim remark : ''They are in luck that I am their foe, for almost any one else would send a few bullets into that camp. "I am sure I could kill a couple of them and then easily escape; but I hope I'll never come to taking human life white man or redskin, without being forced to do so." V.T ith this he withdrew as cautiously as he had come, and, regaining his horse said: 'We've been thrown out here, old fellow, and it's a long ride to Jacob's Pool. "But the water there is col der and better and the grass is greener, so we have that satisfaction, while we'll have a sll.orter distance to .go-to-morrow With this consolation, under difficulties, for himself and .his horse he mounted and held on his way. The horse seemed to realize the situation exactly, and set out at a willing canter. holding it mile after mile. With occasional dismounts and walks of half a n1ile over uneven ground, or up and down ravines, to spare hi s horse, Buffalo Bill held on his way for three hours, and then rounded the point of cliffs beyond which, up a vale, was Jacob 's Pool. It was after midnight, and tt"1e scout approached the place cautiously . There might be campers there before him also


-:;'"'; .:ei. ' I ,,,. IJ' t ,) J THE B:L!-,' 8 He dismounted and approached on foot. As he neared the pool, he heard a sound that at once put him upon his guard. He did not seek safety in retreat, did not halt, but ap proached, yet with cautious steps and rifle in hand. Another moment, and he beheld his foe, and there was a sudden spring, quick shot, a fall, and the foe fell heavily, to rise no more. VIII. THE SCOUT'S RJ;;TURN. Loud sn6rts from Buffalo Bill's horse t61d him that he, too, had scented a foe. But with the rifle shot the animal at once quieted down, as though he fully understood the unerring aim of his master. The foe that Buffalo Bill had found at the pool was not a paleface nor an Indian, but a lone mountain lion, the natural foe of man. He had come to the spring both to quench his thirst and satisfy his hunger, for he had found there a band of antelopes, and, creeping upon them with the stealthy tread of a cat upon a bird, he had made his spring and brought down his innocent victim. The band had fled, and the mighty mountain lion was enjoying his midnight supper when the approach of the scol.!t had disturbed him. The horse had scented danger, and put the scout on his guard, and when he heard the low, angry snarl, Buf falo Bill knew just what he had to expect. He prepared for it accordingly, and when the animal was about to spring his finger touched the trigger, and the powerful beast fell heavily and lay writhing in agony, a bullet in his brain. A short while, and the lion was dead, and enough of the antelope was left for Buffalo Bill to get a good steak for himself. So his horse was led up and watered, then unsaddled, and staked out, wood was gathered, a fire built in the crevices of the cliff, and then the scout cooked his supper and enjoyed it. Stretching himself out not far from his horse, his blankets wrapped about him, Buffalo Bill, tired as he was, soon sank to sleep, to awaken only when the daylight appeared. Quickly he arose, watered his horse, had breakfast, and, mounting, was off on his long ride to the fort, anxious to reach there early in the afternoon, and with a long rest and food before his horse there, he was not afraid to push him for the miles that were to be gone over 1 '.' A miles J9m his night camp..-JJ.e Game upon a trail OWU. 1 / \ ",,/. !nStantljf'"he and followed it for some "'distance, where it was lost sight of by the nature of the ground. "Both palefaces and Indians, or the latter, have cap tured horses from the fort, or the former have corralled some redskins; which I cannot tell, as the trail is lost, and I would have to follow it to a camping place to find out." With this, he moved on his way once more, and, with out further adventure, came in sight of the fort. His experienced eye told him at once that the fort had been reinforced More guns looked the stockade and a larger number of horses were feeding ou t in the valley and there was an air of bustle about the fort which only a much increased force could give. When he approached the entrance a strange officer on duty as officer of the day greeted him, and, riding to headquarters, he found an orderly there he did not know, not Major Fairbank's man. Then he sent in to report his return by the orderly, and, being admitted, as has been seen by the reader, he cast a quick glance at the new commander, as the latter did at him, as though to read just what kind of man the colonel commanding was. He was at once struck by his soldierly appearance, and more than pleased with his kind and complimentary recep tion of him and thought: "Colonel Dearborn is the right man in the right place." When Buffalo Bill had heard the words of Colonel Dearborn, that he had gone to Santa Fe under orders from Major Fairbanks, and to make his report of his trip to the latter, he saluted, and remarked: "As reinforcements have come to the fort, sir, there is little to report to Major Fairbanks, other than that I de livered his dispatches, and bring him these return ones, but it is of my return trail that I would speak, and with out delay, as I deem I have something of importance to report." "I will be a listener, then, so report to Major Fairbanks, for I am but a student out in this country as yet," was the cautious rejoinder of Colonel Dearborn, and then he added: "But I have already had some bitter experience fall to my lot, Chief Cody, and I look to you for aid, when you have made your report to Major Fairbanks," and the sad expression resting upon the commandant's face con vinced Buffalo Bill that something had already gone wrong at the fort since the arrival of the reinforcements. But he had too much tact to show any curiosity upon the subject.


? Ji( .,, ',, .: 1;1 ,,, ,;,,+J,IE BiiL if. J 9 CHAP.TfR IX. .... "I know your unerring aim, Cody," the major re-T HE s T 0 Ry T 0 L D. marked. .... William Cody turned to Major Fairbanks, as the col"I fired to kill, si;, his head, and canonel directed him to do, and said : tered on ahead, as I saw all dismounted, to advan c e on "I carried your dispatches through to Leavenworth, foot under cover of the rocks." sir, and found that reinforcements had already been sent "And you saw them no more?" to Fort Farewell. "Well, yes, sir." "Tell us the whole story, Cody, for we are anxious to hear it, and see if. there is any connection between it and something I have to tell you." "The c ommandant, however, gave me these return dis patches for you, sir." "Had you no trouble in getting through, Cody, and back again?" asked Ma jor Fairbanks. "I had some dodging of Indians to do sir, going, and coming back a chase by a gang of outlaws yester:day, but I had a fast horse, and eluded them at night." "You were fortunate, for the white men of this coun try, who are lawless are even more bitterly your than are the Indians. "Where did you see these men ?" "As the crossing of the Colorado, sir, at Lee's Ferry. "They were on this side, in camp, and mistook me for one of their number coming in, while I supposed they were scouts, until my horse had swam nearly across the river, and then I decided to keep on and make a run for it. "They called out to me to stake my horse out with theirs up a canyon, and then come to camp, as they had news for me, so I rode on as though about to do so, until I got past where they were, when I made a break for the trail leading up the hill." "They fired on you then ?" "Yes, sir; but did no damage, and, running to the canyon, they mout)ted their horses, and gave chase "To rest my horse, I went on foot up the steep trail, and did not urge him; but I gained the top while they were yet several hundreds yards away, and anxious to give them to understand that I had a good rifle, I brought down one of their horses." "Why not a man instead?" '"Well, sir, I do not care to take life when there is not actual ne e d for it "You are a remarkable man, Mr. Cody," said the col onel, with real admiration for a frontiersman who he had supp o sed, like many others, was ready to kill a fel low-being upon the slightest pretense. "I should have supposed you wou l d have deemed i t a 1 necessity, Cody, for I certainly would ha\Te," said Maior Fairbanks. "Not as I could escape, sir, without great "But I saw that I had made a mistake, and to check them, while my horse got a minute more of rest, I fired at their leader, as I supposed him to be, next time, and h e fell he a vily from h is saddle .' "I decided that it would not be wise for me to c a mp at Soap Springs, as that would be the very pla c e to c ome to look for me, and so I sought a break in the cliff, what I supposed was a shallow canyon, to spend the night; though, not having a chance to fill my canteens at the river, I had to make a dry camp of it. "Wishing to see if I could discover my pursuers, I staked out my horse and .climbed up the cliff to a ledge of rock fifty feet high, and it was unfortuna te tha t I did so." "Why so?" Buffa l o Bill then went on to tell the story of his having seen the black mustang and his bound rider dash past his horse down in the canyon, and straight across the p lfin to ward the Colorado River." "My God! can it have been my boy? "You say that he was a youth, o r maiden, you believe?" cried the colonel, excitedly. "As nearly as I could see, sir, for it was just s un se t, and I was looking down upon him, and all of a hundred and fifty feet away from the mustang as he flashed out o f the canyon." "Tell me again just what you saw," asked the col o n e l. "A large black mustang, sir, a splendid animal, a p par ently, without bridle or saddle but with one or more girdles around him, and strapped to them, the head to ward the neck, and resting upon the broad shoulder o f the animal, either a young man or woman." "Go on, Mr. Cody! go on!" "He was s e cured by thongs about the arn1s, the waist, and knees, as well as I could tell, and I did not know wl:c ther he was dead or alive, for it m u st h av e b ee n a man, though the eyes were wide o pen." "He uttered no cry?" "None, then, sir." "You can tell how he was dressed?" "Yes, sir; in buckskin leggings and hunting shirt, w h il e he also wore moccasins, and his hair w a s dark a n d rat he r long." "My God! Fairbanks, tfiat was my poor b oy g roat;e d the colonel, while the major said, sadly: I ve r y m uch fea r so, C o lo n el Dea r born. ...


10 THE B UFFALO BILL S TORIES. CHAPTER X. THE lw d b eei;\ a 9f 1,lpon. }'Iaj 9,r f face as Buffalo Bill was telJin,g hU;, YhicQ. tl1. co u ld not fail to obse r ve. The major had begun to fear that the uplmowft Ma.if.f!pa wo.u}d prov..e. to he. wne..other ih .ao. tl"ij! colonfil',;>-S()n, LiUl.e Dick. When he had replied he did to c;olonel he t.U::t1ed to tht! and said: 'q wish te tell you the c;tS. is, Cody, l was for ymtr r-etm : n that might help us out, fo r t appreciate what YO\l do ''1hal\k sir. "When the colonel tB take l!Gmmancl hem, he brought with him his. son, a youth .ef fifteen-;::;-ma}' I tell Cod; sir, something of your son'& hi$tory ?" "Certainly; let him know all, fo r we depend upon tp save poor Dick." Major Fairbanks then t old about the early lifo of the missing youth, and that if he had b e en captured by In dians he f eare d the shock would kill his p oo r mother, who was in the East, not having been well enough. to come out there with her husband. "Now, Cod y ," continued the major, "Little Dick, as the so l diers all call him, is a l ittle wonder, and was the idol of the whole post. "He could ride shoot, and, in fact, was far in advance of h is years and daring to recklessness. "He rode away from the, fort two ago to hunt, a s he had done b e fore, and failed to return. "The whole post was searching for him yesterday, in vain, but the scouts brought in word there we r e signs of Indians about, and the t r ai l of Little Dick's horse led righ t to where these sign s appeared, so that seemed to be. p roof undoubted t hat he had been captured by redskins, and I was telling the colonel not to despair until you had returned, taken his trail, and given it up, and just then the orderly announced you ";May I as!< on what kind of horse the young man rode a.way from the fort sir?" said Buffalo Bill. "A very pretty spotted mustang. Both office r s looked eagerl y at the scout, awaiting what more he would sa y "How far did the scouts foll o w his trail sir?" He was quiet for a momen t and the n said : "About ten miles from the fort ." "Was he in the habit of going that far away, sir?" "Never before," the coloned said. "There was but one trail, sir?" "'Yes." "And w h en the seo u ts lost it tbey found the Indian t r ai l ?" "Yes "In about what fo r ce,. s,t+, ?" "Snrn.c. tliirly, it was. s.aid." "Aud wJ1ich way did their lead. si1.'.' "Toward the Colorado River, and YOlJ porteg men ip. t! l!. t!1ere.J. J 2 they were not Indians after all." "Have you lost apy of the fort horses of late, sir?" "None. "Have any scouting parties qf eavalry captured al)y In-dians, sir?" "Not one. "vVhy dq you ask qoth qu e stions, Cody?" "I came upon a trail, sir, crossing mine, some dozen o r so miles away, and i t was made up of both shod horses and unshod ponies, anc;l I was sure that the had sto l en some of you r animals qr the cavalry had captured sotne Indi ans. "The r e w e re about thirty or' forty in the party, more unshod p o ni e s than shod horses and I follo w ed them until the nature of the ground gave no trail." "And this trail bore toward the Colorado?" "It did, sir, in that direction." "That would mean that both Indians and whites had captured the boy ? "Yes, sir and that the lad was bound to the h o rse, as I saw him goe s to show that white men did that, for India n s w o uld not." Colonel Dearborn, in addition to bein&.a p erfect plainsmaN., Buffalo Bill is a naturalborn d e te

THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. I I CHAPTER XI. 1 THE COLONEL'S CONFESSION. Buffalo Bill was silent for a moment after hearing the colonel s words, and neither officer interrup t ed him. He was thinking that he thought he could solve the mystery of the boy's fate, for he recalled how, as he be lieved, the black mustang had gone over the cliff into the Colorado River to sudden death. He remembered the cry he heard, and to him it seemed as a despairing shriek in the presence of an awful doom, just such as dashing down to destruction would be. But he would not yet tell the poor father what he had seen and heard. He would wait imtil he was sure. He would give the father hope to feed upon until there was no longer room for hope. So he asked, suddenly: "Pardon me, Colonel Dearborn but have you any foes out here?" The colonel started at the abrupt question, and he bit his lip as though angered by the interrogation, but he an.: swered with no show of resentment: "No; I know of none out here." "You said you would ans wer my questions, sir, so you will pardon me if I seem p e rsonal, for I wish to get at the foW1dntion of this mystery and track it up." "Ask what you will, Cody, for I see that you are, in deed, a de t ective in your work." "Are there any of your men, sir, who have served on the frontier before? "I mean, of course, sir, those whom you brought with you?" f "There are two troops of cavalry that were stationed out on the frontier before "Have y ou punished any man among them, sir?" "I have not." "Do y ou know of any of your immediate men-pa rdon me again, sir but I will include officers also--who have any reason to hate you fair just or imaginary cause?" The c o lonel allowed a smile to flit over his sad face for an in s tant, while Major Fairbanks began to look sli g h tly anno ye d. But the colonel replied in the same even tone: "I know you are a good scout, Cody but I think you would also have made a most excellent lawyer. As I am on the witness-stand, however, I will frankly answer you, for I feel that you are asking questions that good may come out of them." "I am, sir." "I do not just see why you include officers, Cody,'' said Major Fairbanks. "Because. sir, I know that officers have sinned, have been revengeful and they certainly have more power to work evil than th e ir men \la ve, Major Fairbanks,.'' "You are right-go ahead. "The use of the word 'revengeful' tells me what you are looking for-a motive." "Yes, sir." "Then, Cody, let me tell you that if I have wronged any officer or man of my command, I do not know it, and if there is one who holds any ill will toward me, I am un aware of it also, and I am sorry for it, if so." "You said if any one, sir; does that mean in your command alone?" "Ah! I did so mean it." "And out of the army, sir?" The colonel looked Buffalo Bill straight in the .face, and again the major seemed annoyed, but looked relieved when Colonel Dearborn said: ,-"Mr. Cody, I have one foe who has been almost a curse to me, for he has caused me and my wife untold unhappiness." "And where is he now, sir?" "I have been led to believe that he is dead." "Have you any proof of it, sir?" "I conf e ss that I have not." "E>o you mind telling me, sir, if he were alive, if he is capable of striking a blow out here to injure you or cause you sorrow?" "Great God yes "He is capable of any crime!" excitedly said the colonel "Has he the sir, with the will, to har. m you?" "Yes." "When did you last hear of him, sir?" "Two years ago." "And heard that he was dead?" "Yes; I saw an account in the papers that he was killed." "East, sir?" "No; out in the mines of California." "You have no other proof of: his death, sir r' "None." "How was he killed, may I ask, Colonel Dearborn?" "In a brawl in the mines, where he had developed into a desperado." / "Pardon me again, sir, but was his enmity toward you caused by real or imaginary wrongs?" The colonel's face flushed, but he replied: "I am on the rack, Cody, and will not shrink from the pain. "He was my rival for the hand of my wife. "By false representations, he had turned her against me; but I went in person to defend myself, and arrived in time to prevent her father forcing her into a marriai'ct with my traducer.


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "I not only prevented the marriage, but I gave proof of his treachery to me, and the result was that he hired an assassin to go with him to take my life. "I too quick for them, for I killed the hireling, and slightly wounded the other. "But he was rec@gnized as a would-be assassin, and thus forced to fly, and the next I hc-ard of him was when my boy was stolen by gypsies and came back to us years after, and I knew that he had dealt the blow. "Again my Doy was taken away from US1 to return after two years' wandering with a in South Amer ica, and from all I can learn from hirnf that man was at the bottom of .!'tis carrying off. "Now, you have the who1e story, Cody, and I take in just \vhy you have asked the questions you have, to get at a motive for my son's disappearance, other than the belief that he was captured by Indians." CHAPTER :XII. THE SCOUT'S DETECTIVE DEAL. The colone1 had. spoken in a manly, frank rnanner1 tell ing all, hiding nothing; and, seeing that he had done so, and held no ill will toward Buffalo Bill, Major Fairbanks felt easy regarding the inquisition of questioning him he scout had put him upon. Buffalo Bill had listened with the deepest attention. Not a word had escaped him, and when the colonel had made his confession, he said: "I am glad that you have told me all that you have, sir." "I told you I would." "I know you appreciate my motive, sir, and I wish to say that what you have said relieves every man at this fort of any suspicion, unless it may be that your foe may have a friend in one of the cavalry troops that came with you, sir, and which you say were stationed upon the frontier before. "That we must find otft, sir, and you can do so by discovering if any soldier is from the neighborhood of where your enemy lived and knew him." "Ah! a good idea, indeed, and I will have their cap tains get me the particulars." "Let me caution you, sir, that any suspicion aroused might spoil all." "True; I will be most careful." "Now, sir, I am confident that Indians had nothing to do with the capture of your son, or, if they did, they acted for some one else." "Why do you think so?" "Well, sir, Indians don't make Mazeppas of paleface I captives.1' "True." said the maj_or .. __ "Then, sir, that binding of your son, taking it for granted that it was your son, upon the back of the black mustang, was an act of revenge. "It was meant to hurt both the boy and some one else." "And you do not expect to find my boy alive?'' "I will not say that, sir." "J have hope, then?" "I lost sight of the black mustang on the plain above the Colorado River. "I then came on to Soap Springs to find my pursuers had gone there in search of me, and there camped." "And then?" "I came on to Jacob's Pool and spent the night, and, Major Fairbanks, I killed a splendid specimen of a moun, tain lion there, and brbught you the skin." "Thank you, indeed, Cody, it was just what I was anxious to get, you know, to send to General Sheridan." "Well, I brought head, claws and all, sir;to dress; but let me say now that it is my intention to start out at dawn to-morrow and take the trail of Master Dick's spotted pony. "About noon, sir, I will have my scouts, twelve of them, at least, and would like to have a troop of cavalry take my trail and follow me, for I will mark it well." "They shall start when you wish, Cody." "And, major, if you will have the scouts and troopers all ride unshod Indian ponies, I would be obliged, sir, so their trail will look like one made by redskins, not by soldiers." "All right, I will so instruct them, and I will send Lieutenant Edward Keyes and his troop." "Thank you, sir; he is the very officer for me, and a better Indian fighter is not at the fort." "No; he likes these scouting expeditions, too." "Now, sir, I wish to ask if you have known of any strangers having been seen around the fort or adjacent camps of late?" "I have not 1heard of any, sir." "If you will kindly make inquiry, sir, and send me word by Lieutenant Keyes, I will feel obliged, sir." "I will do it, Cody.'' "And now, Colohel Dearborn, I would like to ask if you will describe this enemy of yours to me, sir." "Yes, certainly. "When I saw him last, which was a trifle over fifteen years ago, he was a man then of twenty-five. "He was tall, well-formed, broad-shouldered, with small hands and feet, and bright blue eyes and black hair, and mustache-in fact, a handsome man, though with a strikingly peculiar face. "He also1 I remember, had gleaming white teeth, ar1d had a way of showing them when moved that gave him a rather fierce look."


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES 13 "What was his calling, sir?" "He inherited a fortune, and did nothing but squander it; but he loved horses, was fond of hunt ing, a great rider and sport." "Thank you, sir. "I will go now and get some rest, and then make my preparations for to-morrow's work," and Buffalo Bill departed from headquarters, the colonet shaking bands warmly with him and saying: "I leave ali to you, Mr. Cody." As the scout left the room Colonel Dearborn turned to Major Fairbanks and said, earnestly: "That man will either find my boy or know his fate, and, if the victim of cruelty, will avenge him. "Why, Fairbanks; he is a perfect wonder, a born de tective as you said, and he has gone into this matter with the vim he would enter a deal of his own, and he will ferret it all out, shadow the guilty slayers of my boy to doom, for, alas I I cannot but feel that he is dead." CHAPTER XIII. THE START. When it was known that Buffalo Bill had returned to the post, many were heard saying, both officers and men: "Now we will know just what has befallen Little Dick." It was ea:rly the next morning when the colonel arose, for he had had a sleepless night, grieving for his lost boy. He attended strictly to his duties, gave no sign to others what he suffered, but all knew that he did suffer greatly. When he went to his headquarters, from his living cabin, he found a scout there awaiting him. "I am from Chief sir, and he wished me to say he readily picked up Master Dick's trail, and will stick to it, "I am to guide Lieutenant Keyes, sir, and any instruc tions you h;l\'e tor the chief of scouts I will take them, he told me to say, sir." "Thank you, my man. "Your name is Denny, I believe?" "Yes, sir; the boys call me Dave for short.'' "Major Fairbanks gave a good account of you, and I believe it was you that brought back word that my son's trail ended just where there was an Indian trail crossing it?" "Yes, sir, at the place where the Indians had been encamped for s0me little while, as though waiting for some one.'' "Well, I am glad that you are to be Lieutenant Keyes' guide, and you can tell your chief, Cody, that I have every confidence in him." "You may have, sir, for he can trail a fox, and if any one can get Master Dick back again, he will do it." "What time did he start?" "We were at the spot where he was to pick up the trail when the ciawn broke, sir, and that was three miles from here, and he has already been over two hours following it. "The lieutenant starts at one, sir, after dinner, as Chief Cody wished me to tell him that would be soon enough "Cody knows best," and with a few more words with Dave Denny, as though to get what consolation he could fi:om him, Co1one: Dearborn entered his office and went to work to keep his thoughts occupied with other things than his son. But every now and then his mind would t urn to disappearance of his son, and he would muse to h imself: "What a very remarkable man that chief of scouts is. "If he had gene to West Pbint and become a trained soldier he would have made a great name for himself. "I have heard that he has had a wonderfully eventful life, and he inspires all with perfect confidence in what he can do. "Why, if I had been a witness before a court he could not have drawn from me under oath more than he did of my paBt. "I was in hopes that the past was dead, buried, and no more sorrow would fall upon my beautiful wife; "I had looked upon Kenneth Carr as dead, but from Cody's questioning, I begin to really believe that was a false rumor of his death, and that he still lives to b ri n g grief to my wife and me "It would be like his acts of the past, and Cody says that if the one on the black mustang was poor little Dick, he was bound there for revenge, and Indians would riot so a.venge their wrongs.. "I will not let my wife yet know of Dick's d i sappear ance, and I will make a request to the officers and men, that in visiting borne they do not speak of it,. for feel!' it n1ay reach her ears, for I really have hope that strange man Cody will yet find the boy." So the colone! mused until Major Fairbanks came it1 and reported that Cody had started before dawn, ridden his best horse, and gone welt provisioned Also he said that Lieutenant Keyes was selecting' Indian ponies for his rnen and Dave Denny had already gotten for his scouts, who were to go, and he .hacf picked his men. The lieutenant had also picked his troopers, and wou l d be accompanied by his second lieutenant, an assistant surgeon, carry a long amp l e suppl i es for a l ong t r ail a


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. few e xtra ponies, and forty men, which, with the scouts, would give him command of fifty fighting men. Colon e l Dearborn seemed much gratified at lhe great interest taken by one and all, and he became more assured that the expedition would be successful, for he said: "Well, major, led by that man Cody, I have confidence that my boy will be rescued, or avenged, and if my enemy, K e nneth Carr is his name, is at the bottom of this crime, he will be taken and punished." And the s y mpathizing major could not but muse to himself, for Buffalo Bill -had told him of his belief that the black mustang had gone over the brink ot the precipice into the Colorado: "Cody may avenge him, yes, but never find the poor boy alive." But he did not by word or look destroy the confidence ef the colonel that he would again see him alive. CHAPTER XIV. THE TRAILERS. Lieutenant Keyes, a handsome young officer, who had already made a name for himself had an early dinner at his cabin, and then went to report at headquarters. He was wished success by his brother officers, one of whom said: "If you and Cody do not bring the boy back, Keyes, then he cannot be found." When he reported at headquarters Lieutenant Keyes was ready for work as his appearance indicated. He was ri gged out for hard service, had left all unnec essary trappings behind him, and he had his men go the same way. "I am ready, Colonel Dearborn, and I have my best men and a fine lot of ponies and Dave Denny, the scout, and those with him are the pick of the buckskin band." "Well, lieutenant, I have only to say that I leave all in your hands, and with Cody al1ead, and you to 'fely upon, no more can be done. "Good-by, Lieutenant Ke y es, and, believe me, I appre ciate all you are doing from kindness to me outside of your duty." Five minutes after Lieutenant Keyes was in the saddle, and as the command rode out of the fort the whole garrison had assembled to give them a hearty send-off and bid them God-speed on their way. "They are a gallant band, major, and that young Keyes is a splendid type of a true soldier," said Colonel Dearborn. "He is indeed, sir, and he is going now to achieve success, for he said in the mess hall that with Cody ahead it was assured. "But I have to report, air, that there are several men in one of the compani("s you brought with you who know of your old enemy, Kenneth Carr." "Inde ed?" "There are three who appear to know of him, one coming from the neighborhood where he dwelt, who knew him years ago. "I did not get this information from him, sir, but from a sergeant who told me that when the man was drunk on one occasion he gave a great deal of his past history away to him, told him he had known you as a youth, and you had had trouble with a rival whom you drove out of the country, and who was a cousin of his; but, pardon me, sir, he went on to state that now you were a colonel and he only a private, you did not re member him." "It was not intentional, I assure you. "Who is the man, major?" "Bradley Moore, sir, of B Troop." "Bradley Moore--! never knew the man, at least by that nan1e:___ah now I recall a y ou t h, a cou s in of Ken neth Carr, and a ne'er-do-well fellow who ran away from home ; but his name, as I knew him, was Brad Moorehouse, and it may have been Bradley, and he has dropped the latter part of his surname. "Describe him, please, major." The major did so, and then added: "The sergeant further told me, sir, that when Private Moore sohered up he came to him and ask e d him not to think of anything he had told him, and wis hed to know what he had told him, and he replied nothing of any moment, but that he was sure that while under the influence of liquor the man had shown an ill-feeling toward you "I know the man, now that you describe him, and I once asked him if I had not seen him before, but he said no. "Yes, he is the one I knew as Brad Moorhouse, and Carr' s cousin. "''Major, will you keep your eye on that man for me, please?'' The major promised, and feeling every confidence in the sergeant, he told him his desire to learn more of the man whose tongue had been talkative when under the influence of liquor. In the meantime the little command under Lieutenant Keyes had settled down to steady wo r k on the trail. Ahead rode Dave Denny, and following him were two scouts, ready to obey his call. Behind them at some little distance came Lieutenant Keyes and his brother officer, Lieutenant Ogden Rose. Then came the troopers the pack-animals and extra ponies following them, and, bringing up the rear, were the remaining scouts, nine in number.


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16 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. After resting, Lute Bums aga in rode to the front the lie utenant and his men following, .and one and all im pressed by the grandeur of nature all ab out them. The tra\l led along the plat e au, w ell back fr o m the cliffs on either side, for it was a mighty tableland, and soon all trace of it was lost on the hard ground. But it could go no other way tha n strai ght ahead and Lute Burns was pushing on wh e n s uddenly out of the very gto:md, appearing like an apparition, aros e a horse and rider a couple of hundre d yards off on his right. CHAPTER XVI. WHA T T H E C E DARS C O N<\E A LED. When Lieut k nant Keyes had branched off from the pool, following th e tqi.cks that led toward the Colorado, Dave Denny found little difficulty in keeping the trail ntil it came out upon the plateau that stretched away to the Colorado. Here it seemed that the tracks had scattered but ke e ping along with the greatest number that kept together, they soon came to Jacob's Pool, and here a halt was made for the night. Here, too, the scattered trail had come together again. Like the command of Lieutenant Ross, all were up before dawn and ready to start upon the trail. Again the trac k s sca ttered, yet appeared to b e nd in one direction, and upon reachin g Soap Spring s they came together again, Dave Denny accounting for it by saying: "They wt>re hunting for sQme kind of game, sir, and spread out to find it. "It might have been human game, and maybe only game for grub." Canteens were filled at Soap Springs, a lunch partaken of, and then it was to be a long march, without food or wa t er for the horses until the Colorado was reach e d, if the trails led to the ferry and there was every indic a tion that they did. That J3dfalo Bill had st e adily followed the greater number of tracks thus far was prov e n by his own trail being sent at both springs, though faintly. All along the tracks were so faint that unless on the search for them they would not have been seen, and the numerous game tracks at the watering place blotted the oth e rs out alm o st entirely. At Soap Springs the tracks seemed fre s h e r however than at the other watering place of Jacob s Pool, and the a s hes were there of a fire but recently built. From there the trail led dire ctly back toward Lee s Ferry, arid all the tracks w e re t og eth e r save one. That one branched off on the ri g ht toward the Colorado s banks, and it was Buffalo Bill s. I And this trail was the one they followed, for Buffalo B ill had some good reason for deserting the trail lie had been following both Keyes and Dave Denny agr eed. It was the middle of the afternoon when they reached the precirice banks of the Colorado River and but few of the pa:ty dare d approach near enough to look over the edg e down into the foaming cttrrent far belmv. But here and there, close al ong the edge Dave Denny reported the trail of Buffalo Bill as lead ing on to \vard the ferry. There were ravine s now and then to be gone around and occasionally one tl1at could be crossed, and still sticking to the chief of scouts trail, the y went as it went, up and down the rugg ed climbs. "See sir, there is a clump of cedars in this ravin e and the chid' s tra il turns toward them instead of going straight on ahead, as he could have done,' said Dave Denny. "Better go th e re, too Dave, though of course, Cody had to retrace his steps to get out of this ravine," said Lieutenant Keyes. And on Dave Denny went, following the trail to the cedars. There were a score of them growing at the head of the ravine, and as he drew near, riding a hundred feet ahead of the command, Dave Denny was seen to sud denly halt and hold up his hand. -Lieutenant Keyes call e d to his men to be on their guard, and then spurred quickly to where Denny stood, for he had now dismounted. "What is it, Dave?" "See there, sir. "A dead body, as I live!" "Yes, sir, there has been trouble right here." Then the officer and the scout advanc e d together, and entering the c e d a r thicket, the y beheld the form of a man l y in g upon the straw bedding. By his side w e r e some blankets and half a d o zen can te e ns a bag w e ll fill e d with provis io n s and he la y upon his back hi s hands prayerfully clasped upon his breast the attitud e in striking c ontr ast to what had doubtless been his d e ath for one hand had be e n shattered by a bullet, and in the c e nter of his for e head was a wound which sho w ed h o w he had been killed. But a rifle and three revolvers with his knife lay b y his 5ide "See h e re, sir ,'' and Dave Denny took from between the folded hands a slip of paper. It was a pencilled note and read: "LIEUTENANT KEYES: "Dear Sir: Please bury this body, for I had not the time.


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 17 "I will continue to mark my trail, and acquaint you by note with any important dis covery I may make. "CODY." "Not a word of what happened here to cause this man's death." "No, sir; that's Chief Cody's way." "But he must have killed him?" "Yes, sir; it looks that way to me." "Call the men, and we will bury him, for fortunately, there is some soil hi:re," said Lieutenant Keyes. eHAPTER XVII. ON THE TRAIL OF THE BLACK MUSTANG. When Buffalo Bill took up the trail of Little Dick, where Dave Denny showed it to him, he went off with the hope of finding out what had been the fate of the boy, and of finding those wh9 had been ht; cruel foes, for he could not shake the belief from his mind that the black mustang and his bound victim had gone over the Colorado's cliff banks There was every reason for him to believe so, for had the horse not been running with blind madness toward the cliff and had he not heard that cry ring out in night, about the time when the animal would have gone over the cliff had he held straight on? Still, Buffalo Bill was determined to do his besl: to find out just what happened, and if the boy had been slain to make his slayers answer for it. That the men whom he ha tracks showed that the pony had made a sudden swerve to one side, and there were signs of a Struggle there, such as would be made by a horse trying to free himself from some one who had grasped him unawares by the bridle rein. Dismounting, Buffalo Bill left his horse, and set to work in the quiet, determined manner natural to him. He felt that he had made an important discovery, for he said: "That pony was by the rein by some one hidden behind thi,.; rock, who sprang out upon him, as he was lassoed. "There are traces of a hard struggle here, and here are blood spots. "Whoever captured the boy hurt him, or got hurt. "I can trace no boot tracks, but it seems there are mocca s in signs upon the hard soil. "I will lo ok ab ou t for other pony tracks." But could be found, and, going on his way once more still following the trail of the spotted pony, Buffalo Bill made another discovery, which was no more than that the boy's horse had been led by some one. That some one >vas revealed by moccasin tracks in some soft soil, and the pony, too, had been going at a slow walk, as his trail showed. The scout seemed pleased with what he had found out, and reaching the spot where pony tracks were merged in with many others, both shod and unshod, he knew that they were the ones he had followed the day before, and had given up when he lost the trail, rather than s ear ch for it. Thus he went on, until, as has been seen, he left the note for Li eute nant Keyes, and started off on tile trail made by the iron-shod horses alone, over a dozen in numbei. He saw how they scattered, just as Dave Denny had later, and h e also read that they were hunting the country for something or some one. He tracked them to Jacob's Pool, later to Soap Springs, and could readily understand, when not looldng for trails, why h e had not seen them the day before in passing haste. So on he went, bearing away toward the Colorado, for he realized that he was but following the track of the men who had pursued him, and to find them he must hasten on to Lee's Ferry and from there track them. On he vent, until he reached the canyon from whence the black mustang had come, and from there to the Colorado he had gone Reachingthe cliff, he dismounted, and began a thorough search. It did not take him long t<\ discover that the black mustang had not gone over the cliff. There were his tracks where he had halted almost upon the wry edge. He had halted suddenly, too, as though discovering his own just in the nick of time to save himself and his victim. Then his trail led off at a trot to the right, and that was toward the Colorado.


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES "Has he missed death here to be retaken by foes aJ the forr1 ?" Bil( oi:i: keeping the fa\nt trail! only here and there seen, of the black mustang in view, i:ritil, while crossing a saw a puff of smoke burst out of some cedars, heard a twanging soi,md, and felt a ,gu. s h water him, ;:is his canteen, ha;)ging qi:_ider h!s arm, was torn by a bullet. 't" CHAPTER XVIII. TEJE SHOT THE CED.'\RS. Buffalo Blll always was a man of action, knowing just what to do in a trying moment. He .did not l ose his nerve on this occasion, for har-dly had the bullet torn across the canteen when he ha < l sl ipped from bis saddle on the side of his hoi;se rpposite to the on_e from whem:e the shot had come, and in an his rifle was lev eled, his eyes searching for his. ludden fae, But that foe, confident in his aim, hearing the bullet's as it struck the cantee11, seeing the scout's quick dropping from his saddle, supp ose d that the sho t had proven fatal, and sprang from his covert, hi s revolver in hand. i oo late he discovered hi s mistake, and raising revolver to fire, saw a puff from the rifle and fe lt hand shattered. his But it '\Vas a life and death struggle with him now, and he hastily drew a second weapon with his l eft hand, wl-)ile Buffalo Bill called out: "Drop that weapon, quick "I do not wish to kill you !" . But the answer was a shot, the bullet glancing upon the saddle-horn within a few inches from the scou t s face. "That man i s dangerous-he forces n1e to kill him muttered Buffalo Bill, and he fired with his just as anothe r bullet flew bv his head. It was the last shot from the cedars. The scout's aim was m o re sure His bullet struck the one who had tried to him squarely in the forehead. But Buffalo Bill was cauti o us. should one be there ? There mt;st be more. So he left his horse, and advanced cautionsly from rock to rock. Soon he came to the prostate form. a _budy form, a face dark, bearded, and u gly even in deafli '.' He was dres sed in a frontier ai1d had two . -, -. --... -revolveno in his belt. besides t h e one lying near him. A bo'Yie knit<; was too, lay pine near a spread blanket. There was a tiny spring near, that, after flowing a short distai:c.e, buri ed itself in the tri.{'.kle ward and mingle in the waters fa.r bel\lw. No hors e was therei but the rnap hasl quit-e q bel<;mging in the way of canteens for water, a tip cup, frying pan and plate. He had, tQo, ;i. canvas t<.> SefVe as a -rem rain, a rubber blauke t, leath1:r bag full (}-f am1nuni+iB-R, pag-.o.f provisons, and another 'bag, which the scout, in his search opened. A whistle of surprise WC!S given at his discovery There were a dozen watChes, all gold, chains, some je welry, riegs, a number of va luable souvenirs of various kinds, a bag of silver coins, another of gold, in its crude state, a. third of gold coin, and a roJl of bank rn:ites, the money amounting to s0me thr-ee thousand dollars and the other things about half that value. "I think I see the situation. ''This man, I am sure, I saw among the gang e ncamp ed at Le e's Ferry, and he has taken advantage of the chaiie after me to rob his comracfes ai1d skip. '"He dared not go on horseback, as he could be tracked, s.o hoofed it, and came here to hide until he was sure of escape. "Seeing me, he conclud e d to supply himself with a horse and \Yhat else of value he could find; but he missed his calculation and his aim was not true. "Mine vvas better." With this grim so lu tio n of the character of hls foe, Buffalo Bill placed him in a decent position, fo ld ed his hands upon his heart, took a bundle of papers from an inner pocket he found in the man's vest, and placing with bag of valuables, strapped it to his saddle Then he wrote the note to Lieutenant Keyes, and, filling his cante e n ; for he had two, with fre sh water, he watered his horse arid rode on his way to further prosecute search for the missing son of Colonel Dear born, for he felt assured that the boy h ad not tak, en the plunge from the Co l orado cliffs, though he had little hope of finding him still ahve after the ti:re that had "?assed since he had $een hi m, bound as he was to the iack ol Llll black mustang. XIX. TUE i\IVSTERIOUS CANYON. Still pressing for;w.ard upon the trail, Buffalo Bill began to realize that matte!"S shaping themselves in sn ch a \yay with tb e and soldiers ali;o pre?sing tcwarcl a g-ivei1 point, they rnust all meet at Lee s Ferry.


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES That the outlaws had returned to Lee's Ferry after their pursuit of him, he was now assured. They could cross the river, and then they would be, as they supposed, in a country where the soldiers dared not pursue them, even if they suspected there was to be a pursuit of them. Once across the river, they had the Grand Canyon country to hide in, upon their right, a vast expanse of country to the south, in front of them, and the Navahoe country on their left, where soldiers would hardly dare penetrate unless in very heavy force. It was true that Fort Wingate lay a hundred miles southeast of the fecry, but they could elude the fort readily. The question in the mind of Buffalo Bill was as to the unfortunate Mazeppa of the black mustang. Dead or alive, if still bound to the mustang, he must be found by either himself, Lieutenant Keyes or peuten ant Ogden Ross s party on their way to the ferry, as the whole country would be swept by them thoroughly. The scout, it will be remembered, did not know that Lieutenant Ross had also divided his force, giving yet another chance to drive in the black mustang. If the latter was not found, when all met at the ferry, there was nothing to do but to have a search party to still continue the hunt, while they pressed on after the outlaw band, wherever their trail would lead. If the boy was with them he would be rescued, if dead, he would be avenged. These thoughts were in the mind of Buffalo Bill, as, after leaving the retreat of his foe in the cedars, he pressed on toward the canyon where he had intended to camp on his way to the fort, and out of which he had seen the black mustang rush with his victim. That part of the country is of remarkable formation, and most peculiar withal. The right bank of the Colorado is seamed with great canyons, running back into the level tableland that is miles in width. Above this rises the red-stone tableland already re ferred to, and so it continues in mighty terraces, miles and miles in width, until they end in lofty ranges. Barren almost of trees, save here anq there a cedar thicket; barren equally of water back frot\i the .Colorado, and with an iron soil, the whole country can be seen for miles and miles, and if the black mustang was still astray he would be likely to be following along at the base of the red cliffs, where the traveling was fair{y good. In this way he must be seen by the scout, the party of Lieutenant Keyes, Lieutenant Ross and his men upon the red tableland above, or the sergeant's party beyond it, and following along its base. Though still weighted by his forced rider, dead or alive, the black mustang would doubtless, if driven from one of the springs, seek the Colorado at the ferry, where there was b o th water and grass. If he got there after the departure of the outlaws the chances were that the ferryman would see him, and. thus reli e ve hi'm of his burden, either dead or alive. But Buffalo Bill would first go to the canyon from whence the black mustang had come. He reached the break in the red cliff, turned into it, and pu s hed back toward what appeared to be the end. But, as he had expected, it was not the end thoucrh b this discovery was not made until he rode right up to the towering cliff. Then he saw a crevice, or split in the cliff, running in at an angle, and in the sandy bottom he discovered tracks coming out. They did not enter, but came out, and that meant that the horse had gotten into the canyon where he then was by coming through that chasm. Hence there was a passage through. Riding into it he pushed on, until a climb was certain, and here he dismounted, his horse following. The black mustang had come through, for now and then his were visible, and that, too, with a helpless rider upon his back. where horse had gone his horse could go, and so onward and upward the scout held his way. The ch a sm was narrow at times, dark, and it seemed that the walls rising a thousand feet above his head were closing in up o n him, but he knew that it was only im agination, and still upward he climbed, until at last he came near the surface, the footing was good, and mount ing, he rode on for a few minutes to then suddenly rise out of the chasm like an apparition before the astonished eyes of Lieutenant Ogden Ross and his men. CHAPTER XX. WHAT THE TRAIL A shout involuntarily broke from the lips of all at the sight of Buffalo Bill, and Lieutenant Ogden Ross called out: 1 ''Why, Cody, you came up out of the earth like a jack in-the-box." "Or an apparition lieutenant, as Lute Burns says. "But the surprise is mutual, for I did not expect to find you here, sir, and had you been foes I would have had to crawl back into the hole again in double-quick time. "But may I ask if you followed a trail up here, sir?" .. "Yes, and it continues on along the plateau, you see, toward Lee's Ferry." "Yes, sir, but it is not the trail I was on.


20 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. I "See1 this one track leads down into the crevice I cam out of. "It is the trail of the black mustang, and I came after it, to see where he had come from. "You are on a trail leading to the ferry, and it may be a hard climb down, but where horses have gone be fore you, sir, your animals can go." "Yes, and it can be no more than the climb up here, if horses went dow11 it. "Why, we could never have made it upon om tro op horses, but these Indian ponies climb like goats." "Where is Lieutenant Keyes ?" "On my trail, sir, and I will return the way I came. "Did Lieutenant Keyes take all the rest of the men, sir r' "No; we divided equally, but my sergeant has gone around the base of this plateau on another trail, to Lee s Ferry, I suppose." "Yes, sir, as all roads lead to Rome, it was said in olden times, all trails here must lead to Lee's Ferry. "I am glad you divided your force, sir, as it will take m more country, and make a complete drive in to the ferry." After some further conversation, in which Buffalo Bill told of his adventure in the canyon, where the cedars grew, he parted with the command and rode once more down into the chasm. All watched him until he was out of sight, anp it seemed that he was going down into the very depths of the earth. Dismounting once more, he let his horse follow itl his own way, and at last came out in the fanyo11. As he had marked his trail, to be readily followed, he took out a slip of paper a11d pencil, and wtote a note, which he put on a stone, another holding it down, at the entrance to the canyon. The note was to Lieutenant Keyes, telling him of the meeting with Lieutenant Ogden Ross, and that his force had been very properly divided. Also he had said that all parties were their way toward Lee's Ferry, and without making further search as he went along for the stray black mustang, he wouJd ask Ljeutenant" Keyes to his men in line across the plateau, and thus move on to the ferry, while he pushed more rapidly forward to see what discoveries he could make there. This duty done1 Buffalo Bill mounted and kept on in the trail at the base of the red cliffs. As he neared the river at the break, a canyon in the mighty cliffs, wher.c a descent could be made to it, the ground. here and lost its flinty appearance, and in one place he came upon a bit of real soil. And right there he halted. r \i\That he saw caused him to dismount and long and earnestly he eyed the ground. What he was gazing upon might not have attracted an ordinary e ye, but he saw much to read in it. He saw tracks, a place in the s6ft so'il where it seemed some large animal had laid down and rolled about Whatever it meant, it had a strong attraction for him, for he mused: "I think this trail is fresher than the tracks of' the horses of those outlaws. "If so, it means that the black mustang came along after they did. "There is no doubt but that the black mustang Jett this trail, for I know his tracks now too well to doubt them. "Yes, he tried to roll here, that is certain, and here are marks to prove that he still carried his burden-yes, and the boy is alive, fot here is the imprint of his hand in the dirt "It must be the colonel's so11, it tan be none other, and revenge prompted the cruel torture he has been put to. "Poor boy I If still alive, how he must s uffer. "I must hasten ort, for if the boy got there alive his foes would kill him; fot surely they did not irttentionally tui that splendid black mustang loose. "No, my idea is that he escaped thelti, and now, to get rid of his burden, he is hastening on after them. "Well, my hope is that he arrived there after the out laws had gone, and that the strange ferryman saw the horse, found the boy alive, and rescued him. And that same ferryman is, to mind a man who will bear watching, for somethi11g more than a desire to live a hermit lite sent him here, to brave the dartgers of being killed by Indians and outlaws." So saying Buffalo Bill again mounted and rtow pushed rapidly Cit1 toward Lee's Ferry, for there was no longer need of searching for the black mustang, as he had proof that the-atlirt1al was tnaking for the Colorado River. Baiting, he wtote another note to Lieutenant Keyes, asking him to push on, but to camp on the plateau at ni g ht, riot pushing on deiwn to the rivt!r, and to halt the other two parties if they had not ah 'ea:dy gotten there: CHAPTER XXL CAPTURED. It was night before Buffalo Bill came to the l1ead ot the canyon, down which he must go to reach the level space below where the cliffs stood back a quarter and half a mile from the river. r He rode to the of the cliff first and 1ooked up and down along the level space for the glimmer of a fire, but saw none.


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES 21 He scented the air, but could smell no burning wood. Returning to the head of the canyon, he began the steep descent, leading his horse to ease him of his weight, for he was ever merciful to a dumb brute, whom he re garded as his good and trusty comrade. It was a long, hard trail down to the level, and, re mounting his horse, he began the search for a place where he could pasture the animal for the night. He was not long in finding the canyon where the out laws' horses had been when he crossed so cleverly in their very faces. There he decided to tether the horse, for one thing seemed certain-that the outlaws were not encamped in the same place or in its near vicinity. .If they were in the river flats they could only be up a valley through which ran a small stream, and where the ferryman had his home. Whether they were there or not the scout intended to find out. So, still on his horse, the scout made his way the half mile up from the place where the river could be crossed, to the little valley in which the ferryman had pitched his house. He rode along the trail near the river, and s'aw that the boat of the ferryman was fastened to a scrub cedar growing on the bank. An examination showed that the two paddles had been taken out of the canoe, which, consequently, was rendered useless, for there was nothing on that bleak shore to an swer for a paddle or a pole. The canoe, also, was padlocked to the tree. Continuing on, Buffalo Bill had gone but a few rods when he heard a footfall distinctly. There was no hiding place there, so he rode quickly back to the spot where the trail entered the river, and found a retreat behind a big bowlder. The sound was still heard, and he knew that it was the fall of hoofs-that a horse was approaching. Had he a rider? Was it the black mustang? Was it the ferryman? Or, still more, was it one of the outlaws, who, after all, might be encamped at the ferry man's cabin up the valley? These thoughts flashed through the mind of the still mounted scout like lightning, and he at once got his good lariat ready for use. The trail to the stream ran within thirty feet of where he was concealed and with lari .at in hand the wary scout was ready for work. Nearer and nearer sounded the hooffalls. Soon there came a shadowy outline into view. It was that of a fast-running horse-the horse appeared to have no rider. Yes, it might be the black mustang; so the scout, lariat ready to fling, rode out into the "open," but, much to his surprise, when near him, the plunging animal swerved from the direct trail and rushed straight for the river. The stars shine brightly in that. country, the skies are clear, and the light was fully sufficient to reveal to Buffalo Bill that the horse was carrying a burden. It seemed to be fastened the length of his back. Buffalo Bill distinctly heard a low groan as though wrung from human lips by suffering or mental anguish. "It is the black mustang! "The l>oy still lives !" came in a startled whisper from Buffalo Bill as he made ready for the lariat cast to arrest the madly-rushing steed. Just then the black mustang plunged into the river. He evidently intended to swim across to the other shore, which meant that he was still on the trail of the outlaw horses, his instinct guiding him. With quick decision Buffalo Bill leaped from his own horse and rushed to the river edge. His coil of lasso shot fprward and into the air. It settled just in time, and lo w as the head of the black mustang was while swim ming, it caught over it fairly and was tightened with a twang. With soothing words Buffalo Bill called to the startled animal, that began to struggle. "My God! he will drown himself and the boy," and throwing aside his weapons,_ boots, hat and outer cloth ing, he plunged into the stream. A few tremendous strokes bro .ught him to the head of the horse; the noose about his neck was loosened, his head was turned shoreward, the scout swimming and guiding him, and in another moment the two landed in safety on the stream's firm bank. CHAPTER XXII. LITTLE DICK. The black mustang was captured. Furthermore, he was co.mpletely subdued. He stood, dripping and trembling, by the side of the scout. Upon his neck was his forced rider, the boy Mazeppa, if it was indeed the colonel's son. But, was he still alive? Quickly a slipknot was made, and when put over the head of the ebony mustang he was led to where the scout had left his own obedient horse. Both were then taken back from the open vicinity to where they were to be tethered for the night, and there were staked out. This done, the scout immediately severed the thongs which held the limp form to the mustang, and the sens. less lad was laid upon the grass.


22 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. Bits of dry cedar wood were quickly gathered in the thicket adjoining, a fire was speedily lig hted, and then the scout turned to the rescued young rider. Dropping down by the prostrate form, the scout placed his ear over his heart. "Thank God he still lives!" Oue arm was terribly swollen and chafed. "Poor fellow, he tried hard to free himself, and partially did so, but the rawhide thongs had been wet, then dried, and were too much for him, with one hand only to work with. "How his limbs are swollen, and the back of his neck and head are raw from chafing against the horse s shoulder. "Fortunately I have my flask, and now that the thongs are cut, circulation will set in and will soon revive." A swallow of li'tJ.uor was forced into the mouth, blankets were spread, the boy was gently placed upon them after which the scout rubbed his limbs, bathing them and the red face with water from his canteen. But there was no sign of returning consciousness, and in alarm the scout said : "Lieutenant Keyes was to br ing a surgeon with him. black mustang, you must do good service." Without taking time to sa.!dle and bridle his own horse, the scout, unstaking the mustang, mounted bare back, and headed him ttp the canyon. He kept him at a good pace, and, reaching the sum mit, gave a shout of joy as he saw before him the line of horsemen, and heard the call : "We will camp here, Denny." "Lieutenant Key e s !" was shouted. "Ah I Buffalo Bill I "Is the surge on with you, sir?" "Yes; Dr. Ward." "Good I Where is he, sir?" "Ho, Ward I Come he re, quick!" The surgeon was on hand in an instn.nt. Lieutenant Keyes, I hav e to rep()rt c apturing the black mustang I told y ou of, and found that the Mazeppa is Colonel Dearborn's boy. "He is unconscious, and in a b a d way, I fear, so I rislted leaving him and ca.me here, hoping you had ar rived. "This is the black mustang, sir." "vVe will go tight on with you, Cody." 1 ','poctor, had better ahead with Cody and I Will follow With the men," Lieutenant Keyes ordered. Buffalo Bill at once set off with Surgeon Ward, while Lieutenant Keyes, calling out, asked the scout if all the force should descend the can y on "Yes, sir, and the others as they come up." "I will leave a man here to bring the others on," was th. e and thC\._lieutenant ordered Dave Denny to remam. Then he started on with the rest of his men. They had to go down on foot, leading their horses, where Buffalo Bill had forced the surgeon ahead at a dangerous pace, and arrived to find the boy lying just as he had left him. More wood was throwti upon the fire to give a good light, and Buffalo Bill hastened to the river with the cantcena to till them. When he returned Surgeon Ward said : "It was a narrow call, Cody, but I think we will save him. These cuts from the thongs, bruises and chafing amount to littI

THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES ' He remetl\pered, too, that the ferryman had t0ld him his dogs guarded cabin and the cattle shed, ior 9ut laws often crossed the river point, flying frnm pur suit of solqie, aided by his wife. Up to the stockade wall went Buffalo l;Hll, ,llnd over '..fl1 came through !!small out winqQw in the r;lqor, QO'!btless openeg, as the qigM WC\S close. The scout saw no sign ef the dogs, but heard voices in the oabin, late as. it was. He heard the of two men. Instantly he made up his mind what he would do. He would take the chances with the dogs, and, drawing his bowie knife with one hand, he leaped over the stock ade and went cautiously toward the cabin. The dogs had not ye t scented the approach of danger, for they did not appear Distinctlv he heard the voices of two me11 withiri. The cabi;,1 bad three rooms in a row, and was as st.."'Ong as a fort. The roof was flat, the walls extended above it, and from there one man could keep a dozen at bay. Creeping nearer and nearer, Buffalo Bill looked into the open lookout. He saw a man with a heavily-bearded face, slouch hat, roug!J clothing and a belt of arms. The other man he did not see, but he knew that it mnst be the ferryman. He heard the bearded man say : "Well, I hungback to tell you that the traitor Talbot got all our booty and lit out. "He will cross here at your ferry, as I said, and he'll have it with him, and I just hung back when the other& crossed to make a bargain with you, for I 'll give you half he's got if you'll put a bullet into him." "Murdering men for money is not my trade," said the ferryman, sternly. "Don't be so awful nice, for I tel1 you he just did the whole lot of us for all we had in the treasury, and is a small fortune, though I don't know how much "He was smart enough to prepare to skip, and go on foot, so we couldn't track him, and so got away; but we couldn't have trailed him anyway, as, when the captain knew Buffalo Bill had escaped us, he was an:x;ious to get away before he could be back with a force from the fort. "That is why I played sick, and when you put the band across this afternoon, hung back to stop with you, pre tending I couldn't travel, and now you, say you won't help me d )wn Talbot." "I will not, and I wish to et you across the river to night, so you can go on and overtake your comrades "Let me stay, then, and bring Talbot down with a shot?" "I will not. "You must go, tor I wl11 nave n o m u rder h e re at m y retreat. mtm: zi116-now,, far #-B\.\ff'a!o -Bill is guiding soldiers here I do not wish Otte Qf found in mv house." "Han.ds up l foi; her.e I sta.y ts;i get tha,t bootyf' The were sternly utterw in a low t one. and a whipped out of Jais belt. initaut .o.be. The henllit u rrpan fa.W,-. trapped, a.nd he knew it, for a room \vas between tlut: oue and wh&.te his slept, the wttlls wer.e. thic;k, th.e doors closed, and he coulcl only obey, for he knew that he dea l t :i.vith l!,. de.S{_). el'ah t man. But as he raised hands, there broke on his the words behind the outlaw : "Up with your hands, man, ioi: I hae you !" . -XXIV. BROUGHT TO cry broke from the lips of the self-confessed o u tlaw, and in his terror his rev9lver dropped from his h

;,.. . 1'1 ,; : .. .-,i,: .. ... 'J1,; 11.' "' I THE B'UFFAL O BILL STORIES. band that \his man belongs to, and with whom I have a score to settle." "I will be there, sir, at the appointed time, and serve you I can. "l have another canoe, a larger one, here in the creek, which B 'will also bring, so you can cross more rapidly," said t'lij' ferryman, who was a man of medium height, thickset, 1 f,ut gbwerfully built and with a strong, unread able face,' full of determination and nerve.* yqur other canoe along, then, for we may have to travel and far to overtake that band of outlaws. "By the 'way, how many crossed the river?" "Seventeen1 sir." -' "Their leader was along?" "Yes, sir." "Did they cross here some days ago?" ''Ten days ago, sir, going north toward Fort Farewell. "There were twenty-one then, for you shot one, the man Talbot was killed, a third fell over a cliff with his horse, I was told, and this man made up the other four." "Thank you, Ferryman John. ''I am sorry to have alarmed your wife, but am glacl I was near to serve you." "I owe you my life, Mr. Cody/' said the ferryman, earnestly. "I shall never forget it "You appear to know me by name." "The outlaws called you Buffalo Bill, and I have heard of you often," and the ferryman seemed a trifle confused, a (act that did not escape the keen eye of Buffalo Bill. But the latter said to the outlaw : "Come, you go with me to camp. "Keep your dogs off, ter.ryman, or, if they have to sample some one, let it be this outlaw." "They will not disturb you, 1>ir, with me near. "I do not understand how they allowed you to come near." "Didn't get on to my coming, for the wind was in my favor, and they were taking it easy in the back yard." With this. the ferryman escorted Buffalo Bill and his P.risoner beyond the stockade, and there left them, prom siing to be on hand with his other canoe at dawn. As they walked on, Buffalo Bill suddenly said : "Now, I know such men as you ought to hang for your crimes, but perhaps you and I can come to terms." "For God's sake tell me how!" "Hovv long have you belonged to that band?" "T\vo years." "Where have you been operating mostly?" -"In New Mexico, south of vVingate." "Are all the band on this trail ?" *Tl:ien the Colorado ferryman was known as "Colorado John, the Ferryman." In those days of scouting service, Buffalo Bill met him a number of times, knowing him by the above name, and that he was a Mormon. Years after he was tracked to his retreat, arrested, and, after a trial, executed in Utah as John D. Lee, ex-major of the Danite Legion in the Mormon army, a'nd alleged instigator of the terrible Mountain Meadow massacre. During his life as a ferryman, Lee often ferried across the river officers of the law in search of him. Some years ago the writer visited Lee's Ferry with Buffalo Bill, who then and there told him the incidents upon which this stqry is founded, seated in the cabin of John D. Lee, whose work and energy made the little vall e y a p erfect garden spot in a desert.-Th e A u thor. "Yes." "You know where they are going now?" "Yes." "You came on with them?" "Yes "You know the trail they will take back?'' "Yes." "And about where they will camp?" "I do." "And you know why they came up here inta Arizona?" "For plunder." "What else?" ,./ The man .-as silent. ''I'll tell you that you came up here to kidnap a boy, and some of you were friendly with the Navahoe Indians, and they aided you, while you also had a friend at Fort Farewell, and after capturing the commandant's son, you tied him, Mazeppa-like, to the back of a black mustang, and--" "You know it all." "Then be wise and see if you can't tell the whole story in return for yClllr life, a h o rse, arms, a few dollars, and a piece of good advice." "I'll do it. "I know when I don't hold a trucnp," was the answer, arid ten minutes after the man sat near the camp-fire, while Buffalo Bill and Lieutenant Keyes were listening to what he had t o say. CHAPTER XXV. THE OUTLAW'S CONFESSION. The outlaw prisoner was feeling nervous as he listened to Buffalo Bill's recital of how he had found him at the ferryman s cabin, and all that he had heard him say, while he also had appeared to force the man to terms or kill him. The outlaw was not sure that Lieutenant Keyes would be willing to extend clemency to him for what he knew, The scout did the questioning, at the request 9 Lieu tenant Keyes, and asked : "vVhat brought your band together?" "Love of gold." "To plunder for it, rather tnan work?" "About that." "You did not let a life stand in the way gold?" "No." "And you have been marauding about two years?" "About that." "vVho is your chief?" "Nam es do not tell anything, for that is all any of u know about him." "What is his name?" "We can him Captain Charlie." "Describe him." "Well, you see, the man who is now chief was ott lieutenant, .for you knocked the captain out of his saddl when they were going up the hill after you." "Which one was that?" "His name was Captain Kent, or, at least, that is wha we called him. "He h ad been capta in bu t six month s ; he h a d met Lie u I


' / 1 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. tenant 01arlie somewhere before, and joined the ban'd, and the lieutenant made a bargain with him of some kind by which he became captain." "I see, and Captain Kent is the one I shot?" "He it was." "Where is his body?" "Buried up at the head of this can y on." "And he led this expedition into Arizona?" "Yes." "For what reason?" "Plunder I thought; but our present captain has since told us it was to capture a boy, the son of the com mandant of Fort Farewell." "Ah! And you captured him?" "Yes." "How?" "Well the captain had once lived among the N avahoes and knew their head chief, and we went to their camp got a band of braves to support us, and then went into hidinrr until some man in the fort planned to get the boy to ride out and into our trap, for that man, a soldier, I heard and the captain met and a nged the plan." "A;d the boy rode into your trap?" "He did." "Well?"' "I suppose I might as well tell all." "It would be better if you did, as far as you are con cerned." "I will." "Well, we got the boy, and the captain seemed to hate him worse than an Indian can hate for he tied him to the back of a black mustang and thus carried him along." "Well?" "At our first camp at night the mustang ran away with the boy for the captain would not release him, and told the Indians they could take him to their camp and tor ture him to death. "We all tried to catch the mustang, and divided forces the next morning and looked for him. "But we got to the river here, and having sent a ;nan on ahead to see if the bl a ck mustang had crossed we saw you and thought you w*cls om pard, but it was a mistake." "Yes, a slight one, but it served me well just then to be mistaken for an outlaw." "It did; but we went after you, and the capt ai n got it in the head. "But we were anxious to catch you, and so pressed on, but you gave us the slip. "While we were after you, Talbot, whom we left to guard the camp, with others who were to bury the cap tain, robbed us and skipped out, and you got him too." "Yes, and his booty." "Well, I wanted it, and when Captain Charlie said we must push across and back for New Mexico, I played sick and got left, determined to kill Talbot when he came to cross, aqd get the treasure, for I felt sure he would not dare go the other way up through Utah. "I wanted help, and I tried to ring in the ferryman, for Talbot was a bad man to handle, but the ferryman was too good, and then you chipped in and ended my plans. "Now you have the whole story, and if you wish me to guide vou on after the band I'll do it, if you spare me, give me a couple of horses, a good outfit, weapons, pro visions, and a few hundreds in money." "All except the few hundreds you shall have, but we will give you some money, and advise you to try and lead a better life in future. "Is that all right, Lieutenant Keyes?" "Y iS, we can promise him that, and if he ever comes up into this country again he'll be shot." "I'm not coming, sir; but let me tell you that the cap tain left some papers which Captain Charlie has, so you may find out who he is by them." As it was nearly dawn, and as the pa r:ties. had arrived while Buffalo Bill was at the ferryman s the order was given to go down to the river andcross. CHAPTER XXVI. THE WIPE-QUT. The hermit ferryman was at the tree to which his canoe was made fast, and had the other one with him. A scout volunteered to take the second canoe, so saddles and traps were first taken over, two horses swimming behind each little boat. A dozen trips to and fro were made, ahd the party that were going were all over in safety. The surgeon, two of the scouts and six sofdiers had been left in the camp with Little Dick, who was showing signs of improvem ent The ferryman had wished him carried to his cabin, but the surgeon did not care to remove him, particularly as the man said that he and his wife would do all they could to make the poor fellow more comfortable; so, ferrying the lit tle command across, he carried out his kind in tention. In the meantime, bound to his horse, the <;mtlaw had ridden ahead with Buffalo Bill, and said that he would rea di l y pick up the trail of his comrades when the pur sue rs carrie to where the ground would reveal their trac;ks. Arriving at Navahoe Springs, some miles from the river, they discovered that t he outlaws had camped there, and, refilling canteens with the cool spring and giving their horses a rest and a few bttes of _grass, which grew near, they pushed on, the outlaw saymg to Buffalo Bill: "We will catch them in their camp to-night, never fear. "But,' remember, when I show you their camp I'm to liO'ht out, so have all fixed for me to go, for if any of them e;cape I'll be the one they will suspect, and they'll go for me." "Never fear; there will be no escapes. This will be a case of kill or capture all." "A wipe-out, eh ?" "About that." The prophecy of the outlaw was verified, for, pushing ahead rapidly, soon after dark they can1e to a valley where camp-fir es came into view. The outlaw described the locality to Buffalo Bill, who th"n went ahead to reconnoiter, accompanied by the dashing young commander, Edward Keyes. They were gone an hour, and their plan attack was formed. "Now you can go, and you had better push the breeze


THE BUFFALO BILL STO RIES. pretty lively for whatever point you like, so you do not come our way again. "Here is your money, and, as you have your two horses and your outfit, be off." "Pard, I will and I thanks you for acting square by me, and wishes you luck." "Good-by, lieutenant, and, Buffalo Bill, when I hear s people say they has heard of Buffalo Bill I ll tell 'em I know him-that he s square, and a man clean through. The owlaw, with this, rode away in the darkness, leading his extra horse; and a minute after the scouts were creeping in to surround the outlaw camp and capture their horses, while Lieutenant Keyes follow e d slowly with his troopers in two columns, to charge in upon t he band, who then were little dre aming of the imp e nding d a n ge r. Suddenly, ri ght clo se to the camp, a wild war-cry ran g o ut Buffalo Bill 's w e ll-known s ignjll. The sco ut s fir e d upon th e camp wh e n at once in dashed the so ldier s a nd surrounded the wh o l e gang. The outlaws were surprised completely but the y rallied quickly, and a fie rce fight followed though a short on e for in a few mome n t s their c r ies f o r quarter w e r e heard. "Five prisoners, sir ; all the rest killed. "A corporal, a soldier and a s cout killed ; three soldiers wounded, and a l o ss of thre e hor se s for th e c o mmand," r e ported Lieutenant O g den R oss to Lieut e nant Ke ys, who asked: "How many outlaws killed?" "Twelve, sir." "And five prisoners, Ogden?" "Yes, sir." "All present or accounted for, then, for there were 'even teen. "A wipe-out, a s Buffalo Bill c alle d -it," s aid Lieutenant Keyes. CHAPTER XXVII. CONCLU SIO N The soldiers went nto camp in the vall e y where the battle had been fought, and the tir e d men and hor ses w e re soon resting. They were ea r l y a st ir h o w e ver breakfa s t cooked, th e dead buried-those of th e c o mmand apart fr o m the o thers -and then, with the pri so n e rs an d cap t u re d o utlaw horses, the march wa s b eg un f o r th e Col o rado, som e of the woun

. Do you want to become a photographer.? There is a good deal of money to be made by a bright boy in that way. He can have a whole lot of fuu out of it, too. Any l:oy of ordinary intelligence can become a successful photographer if he has the proper outfit. Any and every reader of the Buffalo Bill Weekly h.ts a good chance to get a splendid outfit fru. Don't wait a minute, hut read pa.ge-31.. We wcn't need to tell you to get into this contest. There'll be no keeping you out Pf it after you have read the announcement. Captured by Indians. (By Day Williams, Biloxi, Miss.) I had just finished reading "Buffalo Bill and the Out casts of Yellow Dust City" when I dropped asleep in the chair and dreamed that I was captured by Indians. I went out hunting, and just as I was going to shoot at a deer something struck me on the head, and when I came to again I was tied to a small tree, with a lot of Indians dancing around me. Then one of the Indians took a knife from his belt and threw it near my head. All the rest of the Ind.ians threw their knives at me. One of them strnck my ear, nearly cutting it off. Then they piled a lot of wood around me and lit it, and I screamed "Fire!" \i\Then I awoke my fathe1" had me and he was climbing out of a window. The house was cn fire and as soon as we got in a neighbor s house we put some clothes on. The house burned down and my ear hurts yet where a piece of brick hit me when the house was on fire. Shipwrecked in the Desert. (By Wilhelm Grasse, Wetzlar, Germany.) I Last week I had a very curious dream. It was on a sailing vessel. One fine day I was on a ship; we had a good breeze so we went on at a good rate of speed. The wind grew stronger and stronger, till it became a hurri cane. It tore down the sails and broke off the masts like sticks. When the storm had nearly cleared away and we were going to put up another mast, a heavy Jog that was floatirf(r knocked off the rudder. We drifted on and on, until we came to a desert-I. had read the other night about a desert storm. ) As we came to shore we went In search for food. But as we could not find any, on we traveled without food. At last we came in sight of a big cloud and we all stopped and l'Qoked at it. Weall thought it was a big desert storm, but it was not so. We went over a mountain ridge, and, to our great surprise, we saw a big lion standing before us. As we had no wee.pons, we rolled rocks on him and a big tock struck him. He began to roar frightfully and died. I c;:annot write more because a big wagon that passed by awakened me . I could not sleep any more that night. / Faithful E ve n in a Dream. (By Carl J. Daniels, Worcester, Mass.) r happened to be present at a fi"re we had in our town, of a five-story building. It was in the evening. The crowds of people and excitement were intense, all through the night. But with all that, I retired as usual, but think ing of nothing else but the fire-so much so that I fell into a dream. I am d e eply in love with a young lady, who returns the same affection for me, and I di:. eamed, while present at a fire; that people were running her:e a,nd there, crazed with terror. The rumor was circulated around that there was a young lady in the top story of a high building, Jocked in one of the rooms and could not get out. In fact, from all appearances, she was doomed to die a horrible death. "What is her name? What is her name?" was cded out by the excited throng, when some one said, "Rose Camont." For a moment I was electrified, stunned, and dazed. With a mighty rush, .and pushing every one out of my way, I dashed into the building with a jump, only with fhe thought of saving


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. her or dying in the attempt. The smoke and flames were terrific Blinding, gasping, c h oking for breath, I man aged to reach the top. I seemed to be drawn towa,rd the proper room. I dashed madly at the door, and my strength seemed to be equal to a dozen men. The door flew open, and there, on her knees, was my darling; her hands clasped appealing to heaven for aid. I said only one w o rd, "Rose The sound of my voice thrilled her, and she fell in my arms with a glad cry, feeling herself saved. But she had fainted. However, I started down stairs a n d how I managed to do it was a mystery; but I fina ll y reached the open air. I was so weak and over come by smoke and Hames that I f ell on my knees on the s i dewalk, but with my darling still in my arms. The roar that went up from a thou and throats was deafen mighty loud, that I suddenly awoke, and found myself in bed. A Hunting T r ip (By Dean Urquhart, Yaller Springs, S. D.) My pard and I were hunting, and we traveled all day and got nothing. After a while we came to a mudhole, with a tree near it. I lean e d up against the tree and fell as l eep. I drean1ed I went to heaven. and Pete r came to the door and let me in. I t o ld him t o show me around. He took me to a small room where a lot of candles were burning. I asked him what these were f or. He told me t hat they represented lives on earth. He said that when some one died his light went out. I told him to show me my light, which he did. I saw it was just flickering, be cause it had no oil in it. I se i zed another light that had gone o u t and squeezed the oil out of it. when I heard a great splash. and I was sittingin the mudhole squeezing the mud into a bottle. and my pard was laughing at me. An Adve nture With a Ghost (By Raymond Reeyes. Brooklyn Y.) One night I dreamed I was in a dark room. I heard peop l e talking outside. They said: Let's kill him .. Suddenly there rushed in a great v v hite form. He took me by the arm and said : "Thy life is at its end." So saying, he led me to a deep dungeon. Other g host s stood ready with axes They were just going to ham mer me on the head when I bumped my head o n the bed. An W ith Jn dians (By Ray Doty Decatur. 111.) I w a s sitting clo e to the froJ1t door and was talking to mv brother when a hard knock was sounded at the door. I arose and opened the door, and an 'old man e ntered. He c a rried a cane which looked like g-old. He to u ched us with it. "Now wake up the other people, and go hide under the gra ss or in the tin cans. or anyt h ing you can find," he said. "Hide in grass t" shouted I, and so loud that it waked the oth ers up "How can we?" "Wh en I touched you with this wanli it made you liS imall :a t hat t oothpick on the floor there," was the astonishing reply The queer old man then seemed to gu right through the floor. We ran out doots and my brother crawled into a can. The others crawled into the grass. But I could not get covered up by the grass, and was trying to when a hand touched me. This seemed to make me mv natural size and I knew it was an Indian that had touched me. Then I realized why the old man had wanted to hide Indians were going through the. town. murdering the people. Well, to get back where the Indian got me. He took me by the hair and gave me a kick up in the air. I hit on my back, but was on my feet in an instant. I pulled out my pocket-knife and said: ''Now come on if you dare." The Indian did come, dnd I slashed him in the hand, with a surprising result. I had cut an artery, and he was dying. Then another Indian jumped from between two barns and knocked me clown. I was rolling toward a large ditch and I got to the very edge I stopped. "Ray, it's time for you to ge t up." It was my moth er callingme, and I awoke to find myself on the very edge of the bed, and my nose was bleeding, but it was n o t where the Indian had hit me O n a Runaway Horse. (By J oe Wolf, Chicago, Ill.) I was working at Wilmington, Ill., on a stock farm and the mare I dreamed about was the famous hurdl ing mare Crest. The trainer told me to exercise this mare. I took ber on the track but she ran away with me and jumped two fences and ran into the town of Bloomington, a distance of over five miles. Then she took her way down the railr oad, and came to the Kankakee River bridge, when an engine sca r ed her and she jumped in. I fell off of her,. and was s inking the second time when the trainer woke me. T t old him to save me, hut h e sa id there was nothing th e matter with me. I told him of my dream, and he laughed at me, and the next day th e mare was shipped to Satonia, Kentucky An Ad v enture: With Wild Animals (By Cecil F. Doty, Decatur, Ill.) It was Friday night. I was very tired and sleepy, and so I went to bedt [t seemed to me that I did not sleep hardly any th a t night. till it was morning. But it was as long as I ever s l ept. ] dreamed the following dream : vVe bad gone uptown, Saturda y night, and made our purchases and had returned home. V/e came into the sit tinb' room and were talking about things when we heard a growling in the bedroom. I stepped to the door and peeked in at ti-le keyhole, when. behold! The room was thick with wild animals. I pulled the door Rhut tight and locked it, aud then said: "The room is thick with animals." At this my elder brothers made a grab for a poker. They both got one. My mother had a broom, my father a butcher knife, and I had a club. In my haste to get the door that joins the sitting-


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. room and bedroom locked, I did no t think to lock the par lor b e d r oom door. A big bruin came out of this door an d out into the sitting-room. Father stabbed him. Then a large lion came in with his mouth open in a growl. Mothe r to o k her broom-handle and stuck it down his throat, settling him. Then my brothers and I rushed into the bedroom and com menced slashing, beating and knocking around in a livel y way W e noticed that the animals were thinning out, and the oth e rs b egan to fle e. \Nhen I tho u ght all were gone I starte d to go to b e d, when I was suddenly cornered by a bruin and I screamed to find myself awake and my cat in bed with me. The Phantom of t he Mine. (By Charles Follman, New Whatcom, Washington.) One night as I had just finished reading Buffalo Bill's Dead-Shot Pard, I be gan to feel sleepy, and pretty soon I w en t to b e d I had a very curious dre am, during the c ours e o f the ni ght. I dreamed that I was night engineer in one of the P e nn s ylvania coal mines and was sitting dozin g, on a box when the bell rang as a signal for me to hoist the buck e t from the bottom of th e mine to the surface. Thinking somebody was down there and wanted to get up, I rais ed the bucket, but, to my surprise, it was empty I let the bucket down again, and was soon dozing away wh e n the bell rang a second time. When the bucket came up empty again I thou ght some th i ng was wrong, so I put my lamp on my hat and de scended to the b ottom of the mine. As soon as I got down I heard a terrible tramping and pounding. The s o unds approached me swift ly, and soon I was able to dis cern throug h the darkness a huge form res e mblin g a human b e ing. It had e y es as bi g as pl a tes, and i n its black clawlike h ands it clutch e d an immense cud g el. It came t oward me with great rapidity and I could feel my hair creepin g on my head I tried t o turn and run, but I c o uldn t mov e a muscl e On. on, came the cudgel raised above its head as if t o hit me on th e skull wit h it. At last! it was upo n me, the club d e sc ended on my h ea d with a terrib l e crash, the terrible eyes glared balefully i11to my face, and-I awoke, tinding m y self on the floor with my head against the sharp edge of the bedstead A W e.ird Dre am. (By Morton Lyman Stevens, Marlboro, Mass.) One evening I went to bed as usual, and be ing very tire

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