Buffalo Bill and the doomed thirteen, or, Out on the silver trail

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lNPSON Iss111d W te1'/ y .By Sub scriptio n $2.50 pe r y ear. Entere d as S e c on d Clas s Matter at N ew York Post Office by STREET & S MITH, :a,J8 W i1liam S t N. Y. Price, Five Cents. BUFF.A.LO BILL, BALANCING Hll!SELF WITH WONDERFUL SKILL ON THE BUFFALO'S BJ.OX, ll'IRED, J.ll!D Tltlll Lll!ADIN G W .AJUUOB DRC PPED FROM HIS PONY


' Issued Weekly. B y Subscription $2.so per year. Entered a s Second Class Matter a t the N. Y. Post Office, b y STREET & SMITH, Wi/lziim St. N. Y. Entered 11ccortii ngto Act of Congre ss in the year 1903, in the Offic e of the L ibraria n o ( Cong-res s, Washing-ton, D. C. No. H7. NEW YORK, August 8 1903. . I ,,.I, .. C APTER I. . r '.R FOR LIFE OR DEATH. "There's Injuns behind the buffaloes!" The speaker was Buffalo Bill the great Western scout. When he uttereli. the words that open this story, he was standing u on the s tout' limb of a solitary tree that stood like a sentinel in the middl e of a vast prairie With one hand h e clung to a branch for support, and with the other he shaded his eyes and g lanced out over the plain, while a ce1:tain look of anxiet y rested upon his fine face. And, as he 109ked, his l o ng, dark-brown hair floating back behind him, fanned by the stiff breeze that was blowing, there came to his ears a sound like the low rum ble of distant thunder. Louder and louder it grew, and near e r and nearer came the cause-an immense herd of buffaloes flying like the wind over the prairie. It was the thundering sound of their thousands of \ hoofs that had at first warned him of danger, as he was trudging on foot along the weary prairie trail, and at once I his eye had fallen upon the solitary tree, standing grim, yet inviting ip the midst of th e plain. "I guess twas made to order (or just s uch an occa sion," he said, gayly, as he took refuge amid its branches, feeling no concern in such a haven; but one glance over the waste, and he had discovered that the herd of buffa loe s, flying at top speed numb e red thousands, and that behind them, only a short distance away, and in full chase, came a band of Indians, full y a hundred in number. "Whew !" and the scout gave a long whistle, and ut tered the words that head this chapter. "I wish, now I've climbed this tree, that I could pull it up after me,''. he said, at the same time looking with in stinctive caution at his arms. "I've got six shots in my rifle for long range, an"d twelve in my rev o lvers for close quarters, and if Bill Cody goes und e r, he leaves wailing in the redskin camp."


2 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. On came the buffaloes, and behind them the savage Sioux, and all were heading directly for the lone tree and its daring but youthful occupant. "By the Rockies I've got a thought," he suddenly exclaimed. "The buffaloes are heading directly for our camp, and I'll try it, and if I go in all right, I guess I'll astonish Wild Bill and the boys. If I don't, why they 'll astonish the redskins. "If I stay here the reds will kill me, that's and the chances are against me the other way; so it's 'nip and tuck' either way, but I guess I'll take tuck" As if having made up his mind to some desperate pur pose, he drew his belt more tightly around his waist, made his rifle more secure, pulled his hat down hard on his head, and sat down on the limb upon which he had been standing. His face was now pale, yet still fearless and deter mined, and his lips were set firmly, like one who knew he had to grapple with death, and the chances wholly m favor of his antagonist. Not a hundred yards awaycame the huge herd of flying buffalo, the earth fairly shaking beneath their thun dering hoofs. Behind them, only a few hundred feet, came the mounted warriors, urging their ponies hard to overtake the game they had started. With his keen eyes the scout swept the herd over, and his glance fell upon one huge buffalo bull that was head ing directly for the tree. That's my racer, and 1'111 thinking he won't need spurs." As he spoke he swung himself down under the limb, holding by his hands, anqi just as the huge buffalo bull dashed beneath him, he let go hold and dropped astride of his "racer," as he had called the animal. A wild, startled bellow, a M snort, a bound in the air, and the bull led the herd; but Buffalo Bill had not been un seated. He gave a loud, ringjng warrwhoop, which was r. heard by the Indians and savagely answered, for at a glance they saw the desperate deed was done to them A few hungred yards of flight, and the s cout felt per fectly at home on the ba c k of his hairy ste ed, for he was a superb rider, a h d said, grimly : "I guess I can try m y luck on a redskin now." As he spoke he unslung his rifle, and, with r e markL ,_ r 1 e ... '1 : .. J, ..i able agility sprang to his feet, and balancing himself, turned half around, and fired, and down from his pony to the ground dropped the leading warrior, while a shower of arrows flew over the head of the daring borderman. ;.... He seemed to feel no fear, and again and again rifle flashed and off to the happy hunting grounds sped the spirit of a savage warrior with each rifle crack. Buffalo Bill was scouting at this time with a man who will go down to history as one of the greatest of border heroes, for it was none other than "Yild Bill, though why called Bill, when his name was James B. Hik k, is one of those things which in the mysteries of frontier no menclatures is past finding out. Wild Bill was one of the most powerful men on the plains, and was admitted to be the "best man" physically in the employ of RusseJI, Major & Waddell, who then ran the supply trains to all the impor .tant Western ports. The train, of which Wi1d Bill was wagon master, had encamped for the night on the South Platte, and was en route to Salt Lake with supplies. Buffalo Bill }1ad been sent by the government to guide the train across the wildest parts of the prairies. He was considered a better guide than a whole detachment of cavalry and a better protection against redskins as well. . On this day he had gone away fr<'lm the train on a lone scout across the prairie. The wagon train had encamped for e night, and sev eral of the men were bemoaning the fact that there was a scarcity of game for supper. Suddenly Wild Bilf sprang to his feet and gazed off across the prairie'. "Hello !" h ; cried. 'Here comes game, pard:;, and. right into camp." All eyes were turned across the prairie1 and o\rer a rise came a surging, flying mass of Qliffaloes, heading alrno!t directly for the 'Turn 'e1n tu:n 'em, boys, or they'11 stampede the tqin !" yelfed Wild Bill, and throwing himself upon the back of hi ; own horse that was feeding 11ea;, dashed off to turn the herd, accompanied by two-score of the traill '( y "' men. .... :d t' 1 ,,.. ..... ..,__. \.! .. 'l. .u q.;...-. I LJ. _fl.,.. J .. .,. t ""-l II' I f L -......... II\.,


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 3 Shots ( and yells at the heads o f the flying mass turned the herd aside, so that they wou ld 1 not dash through the camp, and then all eyes became fixed upon OD!! object, or rather two, for mounted upon a huge bull was a human form, riding in splendid style, though the animal he bestrode was dropping slowly back b e hind the herd, sorely fatigued by the run and the weight he bore. And behind this novel sight was now visible a band of Indians urging their hor ses on at t op speed, and, at the same time, sending arrows after the straining buffalo and his daring rider, who ever and anon faced half round and returned t h e compliment by a shot from his rifle. A wild yell from the buffalo rider told that h e saw his friends and help ahead, and it warned the redskins of danger to them, for with savage whoops of hatred and disappointment they turned quickly to the right about, just as Wild Bill shouteo: This is considered an unlucky number the world over, and Buffalo Bill could not help thinking of that. Hank Hayes, the leader of the party, or "Captain," as he was called, was not at all superstitious, howeve r, and the ominous number did not trouble him in the least. Hank and the four other miners met Cody at the ren dezvous and offer ed to conduct him to the camp of the remaitider of the thirteen some miles off. At a rapid gallop the little party of horsemen rode on, th eir guide narrowly watching the prairie ahead and his companions as a.ttentively watching him and gaining confidence in his ability as he held an unswerving line for their camp, they having told him the locality where it lay. A few miles were gone over, when all of a sudden the moon arose above the prairie horizon, and Buffalo Bill drew rein. "What is it, guide?" asked Hank Hayes. Pards, there comes our scout! Three cheers for "I saw some shadows pass between us and the moon, Buffalo Bill, the kin g of the border! and they were Injuns," was the cool reply. And with a yell the three cheers were given, while Wild Bill, urging his horse forwari:l toward the still frightened and n obly struggling buffalo bull, cried out: "Look out, Bill, for you are going by camp, and I'm going to drop him." "All ri g ht, l e t hi m have it," came t he answer, and Wild Bill r eined hi s hor se sudden l y back raised his rifle, and seemingly without aim fired. The buffalo gave a mighty bound, as though hard hit, swayed wildly, and after a short "run fell deaGI in his tracks, while J3uffa lo Bill nimbl y caught 1 on his feet. There was a good supper in camp that night on the buffalo that Wild Bill had killed. Two days later the scout bade g-0od-b y to Wild Bill, in obedience to new dispatches he received at the hand of a pony express ri der from headquart ers. These dispatches were in the form of a letter from Gen: Miles, c omman ding the division of the army, t e lling the s cout tha he was to t,urn eastward, acting as an escort and for a party of five miners who ;ere going East with a wagon load of ;ilver. A place was appointed for meeting miners, and Cody met them there at the proper time. The five miners were swarthy good-looking fellows, well moun ted, and th ere were numerous other of their party, bringing the total number up to thirteen. ''What is to be done?" "Ah, they don't see us, and we can bend to the right and perhaps avoid them; you say your pards are well camped?" "Yes, they can hold the camp against a hundred red skjns." "Good! then let us on," and swerving to the right obliquely, the guide held on his \ vay for a while, but to again suddenly draw rein. "Those fellows do see us, for the y have changed their course ," said the s cout. "How do you know ?" "See 'em," was the short reply. "You can more'n we can." "My eyes are strong; but yours are sharp or ought to be, as you've been searching for dust." "You bet; we was sharp-eyed enough to strike a rich lead; but I can t see any sign-can you, "Nary!" "Not a shadder." "The scout's too sharp-eyed fer me." "I see ther pararer, ther skies, ther moon an' ourselves." Such were the answers of the miners; but they did n o t convince Buffalo Bill that he was mistaken, for he cau .. tiously rode forward again, and soon came to another halt and asked : "Are your horses fast and fresh?"


4 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. JI "Not very; why?" answered the captain. "Well, my pony is dead beat, and therefore we will have to fight for it," was the cool rejoinder. "\i\That do you mean?" asked Hank Hayes, now con vinced that the scout was assured of pressing danger. "I mean that a party of Indians were lying in wait for you miners and have now surrounded us." "What! Do you mean it?" "I do; they are nearly half a mile from us, but have formed a circle. entirely around us, and are moving as we move." "But we can break through their line." "We could, perhaps, if all our horses were fresh and swift; but they would at o,nce charge upon us did we at tempt it and now they are closing in their circle." The miners were now impressed with the danger of their position, for sharp glances around the horizon showed them that the Indians could now be distinctly seen, and, although they were men who had roughed it for years on the they felt that their safety lay wholly in the hands of the scout, and to him they turned I for advice, and Hank Hayes asked : "'1 "Well, Col. Cody, what's to be done about it?" \ "Fight it out!" "How man y Indians are there in the party?" ;i/!;I "About a hundred." "And we are six; the c h a nces are fearfull y against us." "Oh; we'll never say die! See, they are closing in rapidly and what we do we must do quickly," said the scout. "But what are we to do, Col. Cody?" "Fight them right here, and Wild Bill will come to our rescue, as soon as he bears the firing, for I will open first with my repeating rifle, and knows its voice. His camp is not far distant." "Well, you is ther doctor, so give yer prescription, an' we 'll take ther dose," said one of the miners. The scout cast another searching glance around the horizon, and then sprang to the ground, the same time calling upc; m the min e rs to do likewi se, while he said, reproachfull y : "Kit, old fellow, I to, but I mu st, for it's life or death with us now." Drawing his 'knife, he at once cut the throat of his pony, who fell to the ground in a dying condition, while the miners, grim bordermen that they were, seemed mo mentarily horrified. "Quick! down with your horses, for they must be our barricade," cried the guide, and four of the five at once obeyed. "Why don't you obey? cried Cody, as the fifth miner stood quietly by the side of his animal. "You said bosses, par, an' I rides a mule," was the laconic response. I "So much the better for you; his hide is tougher," said the scout and springing forward he quickly severed the mule 's jugular vein, and then, by his advice, the ani mals were drawn together, so as to form a circular barri cade, and then into this the men sprang, and squatted down, their arms ready for use. In forming this novel breastwork 0f their horses, which had but a moment before been bearing them over the prairie, a couple of minutes only were consumed, yet in that time the Indians had advanced rapidly, and were now not three hundred yards distant, and charging upon the little party from all sides. The guide was perfectly cool, and with his repeating rifle across the back of his dead pony, said, quietly: "Wait until they come within sixty yards before you fire; I will g ive it to them at twice that distance, and Wild Bill will know my rifle is ringing out for help." "But will he come?" asked Hank Hayes. "You bet; Wild Bill never deserted a friend in trouble, or a foe in a fight; here th ey come, so keep cool and don't throw a shot away." As

THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 5 upon the little party, upon whom showers of arrows had been sent, the carcasses of the animals catching them. "Nary one, though some

1 6 (I'HE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. thet ther ole hearse will hold up on its legs, an' thet we'll not hev to go inter a dry camp to-night." "Those are my prayers, too, Burke; but I fear they will not be answered in either case," said Carl Moran, a handsome young miner of tWenty-five whose hands and feet and general appearance indicated that he had been born a gentleman, whatever had been th7 cause of his becoming a miner in the far West. ":t.Jpon the principle of the prayers of the wicked availing naught, pards, I guess; but I always ask Buffalo Bill here when I want to know anything. How is, it, scoutwill the hearse hold out, and will we strike a dry camp tonight?" and Hank Hayes turned to the guide, who had brought them safely through all dangers thus far, and who was mounted upon a wary, spirit e d animal which he had named Little Gray, a horse that Wild Bill had pre sented him. "Oh! there's a stream not far ahead I know, from the lay of the land; .but as to the old cart holding out, I don't--" .A sudden crashing of timbers interrupted what more he would have said, and with a snap following the crash, the wagon was a wreck, for the fore axle had broken in two, and a wheel had fallen in fragments, and the pole was rent in twain, which startled the mules and caused them to bound forward with a force that jerked the ve hicle into a mass which a wheelwright could not have remedied. "Curse the luck!" and various harder epithets sprang from thirteen lips in chorus, while, unable to repress his humor, Buffalo Bill broke forth in a p ea l of ringing laughter. "It's durned funny, ain't it, colonel, ter hev our fortin split heur on ther prarer, an' no help in hundreds o' miles," said Benton Burke growlingly. "Oh! there's no need crying over spilt milk, for--" "But it ain't spilt milk; it are spilt silver." "Well, there is but one thing to do about it." "And that is, Col. Cody?" asked Carl Moran. ) "To cache it here and then go on to Leavenworth after wagons." "Lordy, man, we hesn't ther time, for we hes ter git back ter Colorado an' work out our lead, or we might git left," declared Burke. 11 we can do, as Bill says, is to bury the treasure, and we can i:m with what we can carry, and that will give us a good time and make our folks comfortable," put in Carl Moran. "And what the n, pard ?" inquired Hank Hayes, who was the nominal leader of the party. "Oh! when we have dug all we can git out of the mines, we can git this on our way back to ther States, for it will keep." This advice of Carl Moran was about the best that could be followed under the circumstances, and to lose no time they at once set to work placing on the mules all the silver they wished to carry, after which a hole was dug in the prairie, the sod being carefully taken off to replace again, and the dirt deposited upon the wagon tilt. An hour's work, and the treasure was buried and sodded over carefully, while the extra dirt was wrapped up to throw into the nearest stream. "Now the wagon,'' said Buffalo Bill, and the broken vehicle was dragged some distance away and set fire to, after which the scout drew a rough map of the locality and bearings, and the party started once more on their way, the scout walking and driving pegs made from tlie wheel spokes into the prairie as he went along. "There goes my last stake, and there's a stream," sud denly cried Buffalo Bill as in the darkness ahead a line of cottonwoods was discerned, which he knew fringed the banks of a prairie stream. "I'll go and cut you some stakes, Bill," said Hank Hayes, and then all rode forward, leaving the scout standing by the side of the last peg he had driven into the ground. In a short while Hank returned, and the stake line was continu e d to the base of a large cottonwood, upon which a mark was made. "Now I'll finish the map, and then you can find the treasure with your eyes shut," said Cody, and, by the fire light, for a cheerful fire was soon burning, he made the necessary diagram complete, and handed it to Carl Mo ran, saying as he did so: "If you can strike the trail all right, look me up and I'll find your treasure for you, for there s a fortune in that hole back on the prairie, and it won't do to lose it." "You are right, it won t do to lose it, for, as you say, there's a fortune there for one man,'' and a strange, evil glitter came ino the eyes of Carl Moran, which Cody de tected; but he made .po reply, and turned away to look after the comfort of Little Gray, who in spite of the repu-


THE BUFF AL O BILL STORIES. 7 tation given him for deviltry, was a splendid and as faithful to his master as a dog would have been An hour more and, after a hearty supper, the minex;s sought rest, excepting Hank Hayes, whose night it was to guard with Buffalo Bill. But with the first ray of dawn in the east they awoke to continue their journey homew ard-no, not all awoke, for there was one who remained quiet, unheeding the joke s of his comrades to arouse him. "Come, Burke, we will leave you behind if you don't rouse yourself," said Carl Moran, approaching and shaking his comrade. Butno answer and Carl lVIoran started back with a cry upon his lips, and he startling words: "Great God! boys he's dead!" It was too true; the spirit of the miner, from some cause unknown, had taken flight, and he had sunk to sleep forever, while his comrades slumbered peacefully around him; and the alert sentinels on duty had not discovered the approach of the foe that none could elude. Beneath the shade .Pf the cottonwoods, upon the banks of the limpid stream, Benton Burke found a grilve-the first of the doomed thirteen. A AND 4 DEEi' Without further accident the miners reached Leav en worth under the guidance of Buffalo Bill, and the scout started on a trip to a nearby fort. While at Fort Leavenworth Buff

8 l'HE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "No, thank you, pards, I'm too young a child yet to mix drinks." "Why, what has yer been drinkin' ?" asked one. "Milk!" "Oh, you isn't weaned yet?" said a whiskey sot, inso lently. "No, and I don't want to be, if I had to carry a sign like you have on your face." ''What's 'er matter with my face?" and the loafer put his hand caressingly upon his whiskey-tinted visage. "Yer nose is as red as a beet," cried one. "He is a beat; a dead beat, and the largest I ever saw cultivated in Kansas soil," responded Buffalo Bill, and in the laugh that followed at the loafer's expense, the scout glided into the large front hall, where he suddenly came upon Kent King, rigged out in a new suit of buck skin, and armed to the teeth. "Well, King, you go West to-morrow, I hear?" said the scout. At the sound of his voice Kent wheeled quickly round. "Yes, colonel, I wish you could g,o along, too, as assistant guide. "Thank you! I intend returning West soon." Buffalo Bill followed Kent King into a large room, toward which a tide of humanity was setting, for it was the Gamblers' Paradise, as it was called, though Purgatory would have been a more appropriate name for it. Already had a number of men seated themselves at the tables, at one of which Kent King soon settled llimself, and the different games began, Buffalo Bill watching with considerable interest the luck and misfortune of the play ers, and sauntering from table to table. Presently, seeing that Kent King was steadily win ning, he walked over to another table, around which stood a crowd watching the playing of two men, whose reck lessly large stakes had driven other players away. As he walked up a sudden scene of excitement oc curred, and one of the players cried, in an angry tone : "Pard, you is a durned cheat, an a keerd sharp are no more'n a thief." "This to me, curse you !" came in the stern tones of the other man, and the two players were on their feet in an instant, while their hands sought for weapons. Whether one had suspected trouble or not none knew ; but certain it is a revolver appeared with marvelous quickness, the flash and report followed, and across the table dropped one of the players-the one who had accused the other of cheating. "Who are the stiff? Who knows him ?'' "Ain't he no friends fer ter keep the fun movin' ?" "Pard, wasn't yer a leetle too quick on ther draw?" Such were the remar,ks that went around, while Buffalo Bill, who had caught sight of the dead man s face, stepped quickly forward, and, turning the body over, looked into the open, staring eyes, now set in death. "I know him; his name is Dan Beckett, and he was a Colorado miner," announced the scout, and he glanced over to where his murderer stood, and instantly recognized him, for he cried: "Why, Carl Moran! I thought you were Dan's pard !" "Ah! Buffalo Bill, is it you?" and with a revolver in his hand, as though expecting to be called to account, Carl Moran stepped toward the youth, who said, firmly: "No, Moran, I can't take your hand, if, as they say, you shot your pard down withi .ut warning." An angry look came into the face of Carl Moran, but checking it, he said: "He was my pard, Bill, until 6f late he has been seek ing trouble with me for some cause, and he accused me of cheating, and I couldn't stand that. He died because I pulled the qickest. Come, I'm glad to see you again, and here's dust to bury poor Dan decently," and a small bag of gold onto the table Carl Moran turned away, while Buffalo Bill gave the body of the silver miner to some one who promised it a decent burial, and leaving the Star of the Empire,_ mounted his horse and rode slowly to the cabin he occupied, murmuring over and over again and evidently with deeper thoughts behind the short utterance: "'l'wo from thirteen leave eleven." CHAPTER V. THE MIDNIGHT MYSTERY The Hale train had been gone several days before Buffalo Bill had started West after it. One evening, an hour before sunset, when within forty miles of the Republican, Buffalo Bill saw a storm and sought shelter in a thicket of cottonwoods, where he quickly erected a "wicky-up," with the aid of the hatchet he always had hanging to his saddle.


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 9 If to this shelter Little Gray and his rider found refuge, and when the storm had blown over the evening meal of ganie, crackers and coffee was enjoyed by the scout as much as though served in a palace. Rolling himself in his blanket, after giving Little Gray a good length of the lariat to feed by Buffalo Bill sought sleep, unawed by his loneliness and the danger to wqich he was exposed. He was awakened by feeling something warm against his cheek, which he knew was Little Gray. "There's something up; what is it, old horse?" he said, in a low tone, well knowing that Little Gray was a faithful guardian p.t night. Listening a moment he heard voices in conversation, and hoofstrokes evidently approaching the timber where he had sought shelter. Instantly he threw his saddle on Little Gray, coiled his lariat and awaited in silence the comers, be they friends or foes. Reaching the timber, they dismounted, three in num ber, and prepared to camp; but, though Bill knew by their conversation that they were white men, he dared not make his presence known, for he might run afoul of road agents, horse thieves, or men who would be only too willing to try conclusions with him for Little Gray and his arms. "This place is hardly large enough for two parties who don t know each other, little horse, so I guess we'll seek other quarters for the balance of the !light," said the scout, and he cautiously left the thicket, the ff,ithful animal following closely behind him, and stepping as noiselessly as a deer, seemingly appreciating the danger. A hundred yards distant was another thicket, which the scout had noticed, and in this he took refuge and soon made himself as comfortable as the wet leaves and dis mal place would admit. "I wonder if I couldn't bargain vdth them for my dry wicky-up, Gray. I guess if Old Neg0tiate was here he could arrange it; but now let us go to sleep, for it's a long ride we have to-morrow," and with an affectionate caress to his horse, Bill again rolled himself jn his blankets and sought rest. How long he slept he knew not, but he was suddenly awakened by two shots fired in quick succession. Springing to his feet, he glanced in the direction of the timber where he had first sought refuge, and then came to his ears: "Hold, pard yer isn't gone mad to shoot yer friends, has yer-oh." The last word rang out loud, and the sound was drowned in the crack of a revolver, and then all was still. "This is worse than cats on a moonlight night, there s trouble yonder; yet, as it's not our funeral, guess we won't attend," muttered the scout, as he again threw the saddle on Little Gray and awaited new developments. "Gray, we are losing rest this night, but it can't be helped," and while his horse went on grazing, indifferent as to what had occurred over in the motte near by, Buffalo Bill sat down to await coming events. Feeling drowsy, he sank to sleep, and only awoke with the dawn. Then he awaited until sunrise, and seeing no sign of life in the motte, mounted Gray and cautiously approached the thicket. As he drew nearer he heard a whining, snarling sound that told him that the living had gone, whoever they were, and that the dead remained as the food for wolves. Dashing into the timber, he scattered the fighting, rav enous animals with a couple of shots and beheld before him a sickening sight. At his feet, fire slowly dying away, lay two bodies, upon which the wolves had already begun thei r feast, and in the white, bearded turned up to hiin he recognized two of the silver miners he had guided across the plains. Throwing himself from his horse, he bent over one of them, and cried out, quickly: "It is Hank Hayes! poor fellow, to die thus; and he was shot twice, so I know that he it was I heard speak last night to the one who killed him. And there stand theiJ horses, but he who did the deed has gone. Poor fellows! The wolves shall not pick your bones, for I will bury you," and the scout set about his sad task; and beneath a tall sycamore the miners found a la&t. resting place, while in the bark of the tree, with his keen knife, Buffalo Bill cut the following inscription: "HANK HAYES AND BUCK GRANGER, SILVER MINERS OF COLORADO. KiUed by a treacherous pard. FOUR FROM THIRTEEN LEAVE NINE."


IO :THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. CHAPTER VI. A SECRET AND A MYSTERY. The nrght following the tragedy in the matte, as Buf falo Bill was riding slowly along, the two horses of the murdered miners following hirI}, he suddenly sighted ahead the glow o.f camp-fires, and soon after rode into ca1'lp, where he was welcomed with a general shout of re joicing, for all who did not Know the scout had heard of his many daring exploits. "Well, Cody, what news do you bring?" asked Judge Hale, as he greeted the scout. "Nothing of importance happened at Leavenworth b e fore I left, but I found two dead men in a motte back on the trail, and their murderer has escaped; but here are "I have the trail I intend to follow already laid o1ut, Scout Cody," answernd King, with a slight show of anger; but the scout answered, coolly. "That may be, but as it has certainly been some time since you were West, and there are localities now to be avoided, and' I them, I would like to make them known to you." I "When at fault I will call on you, Cody; but this train has come pre pared for every emergehc y that might arise, I can assure you, and I shall not l ea d it into danger." "Come, Susan says supper is ready and I am almost starved; come, father, Mr. and Buffalo," said Mary Hale, breaking in upon what she thought \;\ras tending toward trouble, for the day the train departed she had -retheir horses. Have you had anybody join the train, sir?" ceived a letter from Buffalo Bill warning her against the "Not since ;we left; but come up to my layout, for Mary will be glad to see you, and you will find there your old friend King, who, you know, is our guide." ,. Buffalo Bill nodded assent and followed the judge, honest-faced man of fifty-five, to his tent, before which sat Mary Hale and Kent King, watching a negress prepare supper, which was certainly most tempting, consisting as it did of coffee, buffalo steaks, wild turkey, potatoes and corn Kent King's face flushed as the SC_9Ut appeared, and for that matter so did Mary Hale's, but with far different mo tives. The maiden, however : who was a handsmpe girl of eighteen, warmly extended her hand in greeting, and said with marked emphasis : "Colonel, I am so glad you have come! you will re main, of course?" "Of course he will, for I feel he has decided to become assistant guide to the train, eh, Buffler ?" broke in Kent King. "I am bound West to rejoin my old pard, Wild Bill, and his boys; but if I can be of service I will glad! y lend a hand, a rifle, or a revolver. "How many p eople have you?" "Ninety-all told, with twenty-three fighting men ; th en we have twenty wagons, two ambulances and my c a r riage, which make up a respectable show to scare off prowling bands of Indians or outlaws." "And you are heading along the Republican to Arick aree, I suppose, sir?" man who was to be their guide, and she felt, there\ore, that there could be n o friendship between the two. "And you'll join the mess, Cody?" said the judge. "Thank you, sir, but I guess I'd better pard in with some of the boys." "No; you are my guest, and you can pay your board by keeping us in game." "All right, judge/'. returned the scout, and the four sa t down to supper, which they ate with a relish which only life on the prairie can give. That night Mary Hale, when the judge and Kent King had gone on a circuit around the camp, said suddenly to the scout, who sat 11oear her gazing into the log fire : "Col. Cody, have you cause to doubt Kent King?" "Yes." "Tell me why you suspect Kent King." "I don't suspect him; I know him to be a rascal." After a moment of silence, Mary Hale said : "I am confident that father and Kent King have met be fhre,.-that is before they met on the border, for I over heard a conversation between them and, I regret to say it but I believe there. i s a secret between them, and one which my father would not have known, and hence the ower held him." "It must ,be very serious, Mary, for your father to be forced to give you to a man h e does not like 1 but; with this to work on, I will keep my eye on Kent King, and, if you do not lov e him, you shall not marry him; if you do, I've got nothing to say." "Oh, how good you are! Now I feel brave, as you are ... T - a..C. I .LATJl!!ilT. ....


:!'HE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. I I my friend, and with the train; but before this I have all along had a presentiment of coming evil." "Don't borrow trouble, Mary. Now good-night, for I will take a little circuit around camp, as we are getting into a neighborhood where we must keep our eyes open,'' and shouldering his rifle, Buffalo Bill took his departure fr01T) the camp-fire, and passing out through the line walked in the direction of a small thicket, a short distance away. Suddenly he came up.on two persons, one of whom he recognized as Kent King, and, believing the other to be the judge, he approached them. That he surprised the guide was evident, and his com panion he did not know, and Cody felt certain that Kent King was playing some game of deviltry, with the train as a foundation to work upon. Steadily westward the tr.ain held on its way from sun rise to sunset, and around the camp-fires at night gathered the settlers, indulging in songs and pleasant chats, until fatigued nature urged them to seek repose for the early morning start. From the day of his coming Bill had been in yaluable, for he was the life of the company, the elder people admiring him greatly, and the younger ones having him for their beau-ideal of a hero. A skilled hunter, he kept every mess supplied with game of all kinds, and his services as a guide Kent King soon found to be indispensable, and though holding on a given course he allowed the scout to select the routes for each day. Though apparently with nothing to trouble him, Cody was all the time wa ching the gambler closely, and the more he saw of him the more he was convinced that there was something wrong brewing, and this suspicion was held by pretty Mary Hale, and the two talked the matter over of how often the guide left the train on a pre tended hunt, but. always returned without SUCGess, and then the many secret interviews which he and the judge held together. One afternoon, when the train had halted rather earlier than usual on the banks of a pleasant stream, Kent King sought the "layout" of the judge and called to Mary, who was in her tent. "Well, Mr. King, how can I serve you?" she asked, quietly. "Sit down, Mary, for I have something to say to you," and placed a camp-chair for her, while he remained standing. "Mary, you know that your father has promised you to me for a wife?" "Yes, as well as I know that I was not consulted in the mtter, Mr. King." "Consult now your heart, Mary, and give me my an swer," he said, earnestly. "I have but one answer, sir; I would never marry a man I did not love." He started, and turning his handsome eyes upon her said, with deep feeling: "And you do not love me, Mary r' "I do not." "You will change." "No." "You must do so, for you are to be my wife," he said, firmly. "Ha! do you intend to me to give my hand where my heart cannot go with it?" "Yes, if you will not willingly become my wife you must unwillingly be made such." "Never! you insulting, Kent King, and I will speak to my father of your insolence," she said, haughtily. But the man only smiled, and after a moment said: "Your father wil} side with rile, Miss Hale." "And will he ?O far forget his self-respect and love for his only child as to make me marry a man I now-yes, I will say it-fairly detest?" "Ha! ha I ha! my beauty I Your detestation may as well turn to admiration, for; your father and myself have agreed that you are to be Mrs. Kent King, and that right soon, as Parson Miller is willing to marry use I say the word." "Parson Miller I have never liked, sir; but, as a man of God, he cannot lend himself to crime." "Oh, no; he will simply marry a wayward girl, at her father's request, to a man who loves her devotedly, and will make her a good husband." "But I will cry out against this crime being done; to all in the train I will beg for aid." "Bah I your father's will is supreme here, girl, and no one will gainsay what he wishes done, and they will merely look upon your protestations as maidenly ca price." "Oh, Heaven have mercy I Is there no one I can call J.


:12 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. upon?" cried the now thoroughly frightened and wretched girl. "You can while Buffalo Bill's arouhd, Mary," and scout stepped from behind the tent, and with his rifle lying across his arm, as if b'y accident, but pointing straight at J$.:ent King. "Oh, Mr. Cody! my father and all have deserted me," cried Mary, springing toward him. "I'm around yet, Mary," so don't get blue," was the cool remark of the scout, as he confronted the guide. "Leave here, or I'll make this camp too hot for you !" fairly shouted Kent King. "I like it hot, Kent King, so set your fire a-going." "Oh! here comes father!" said Mary. "Now, Kent King, I'll see if you have spoken the truth, when you say he will force me to marry you against my will," and she sprang toward the judge, who just then approached, and continued, earnestly: "Father, this man says that I am to marry him; have and the face of Judge Hale flushed as though from shame at some bygone recollection. "Ah! I'm to be sacrificed, father, to square your debt of gratitude to Mr. t<.ing, for some service he has rendered yotf," remarked Mary ; biting sarcasm. "The judge is right. In the past-:--for we have known each other for years-it was in my power to save him from trouble, and he appreciates it,. and, knowing my charac ter, has promised me his daughter' s hand, and I now say that in One week she is to be my wife. A'.m I right, judge?" and Kent King turned a look upon the judge that seemed to force from his lips the word of J 'Yes." "Enough now we understand other, Mary; and you, sir, shall leave this. train with the rise of the sun, and if you show your face in it again while on the march you shall be shot down as would be an outlaw or an In dian," and the guide turned two burning eyes upon Buf falo Bill who answered, in the most provoking impuyou so told him ?" dence : Judge Hale certainly looked deeply worried, for his face 'Is that so Gambler K ing?" was pale and his brow clouded; but after glancing at the "Try it, and you lf find out." guide he said, in a low tone : "Mr. King loves you, Mary, and he is certainly a man that you cannot but admire--" "I hate him-fear him-loathe him!" "Tut, tut, my child, you are silly." "I am sensible. Oh, father! why is it you wis h to sacrifice me to that evil man ?" "Miss Hale is complimentary," sneered the guide. ,, "She knows you," coolly said Buffalo Bill. "Is it a sacrifice for a young girl to marry a man of means, a gentleman and one who has done much for her father, and loves her devotedly?" interposed the judge, evidently with a painful effort. "He is a gambler, an adventurer, and no gentleman would force a gid to be his wife." "Don't use dictionary terms, Mary; he s a blackleg, a blackguard and a black-hearted scamp," added Buffalo Bill, bringing his rifle closer to the guide's heart. "You and I shall have a settlement, scout, which you won't like." "Oh, I like settlements; it's when people won't s ettle that bothers me." "I have given my promise, and 1ny daughter must obey me, for f owe Mr. King mo1e than I can ever repay," "You are such a liar, King, I 'll put you to the test; but let me tell you, whether I go or stay, the night you make Mary Hale your wife, I'll make her a widow before the 'joined together' and. 'put asunder' are cold ; on the parson's lips and shouldering his rifle Buffalo Bill strode away from the sp o t, directing his steps in the di rection of other camp-fires. 1 r-...._ -'I. t CHAPTER VII. ... 'f T;HE PLOTTERS. When Buffalo Bill walked in among around which the emigrants were busy Pr eparing 1;heir evening meal, he beckoned to Old Negotiate, who had joined the train as teamster, to follow him, and the two soon stood together in the shadow of a clump of box-elder bushes. "Negotiate, old man, there's trpuble in camp ;" Buffalo Bill. . ' "I'm bett tn' a chaw o' Bill, ag' in ;ycr i:;ific, thar is ef you say so. .n, ,, I do say so; and more, that Kent is at the bot tom of it." "I'll negotiate on tbt;t, ( Bill."


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 13 "He intends to force Mary Hale to marry him." "Not ag'in her will; Bill; or I'll bet my bull-whip ag'i n his scalp he don t do it, ef I'm 'round." "I knew you would say so old man; but he says that Parson Miller will marry them one week from to-day." "\Vaal, he c'u'd do it prime ef any one c'u'd, fer h e's a gospil sharp from Sharpville, an' he's hot on Scriptur'." "But he n mst not do the job." "Waal, ef you says not, scout, I'm bettin' my pipe ag'in his Bible he don't." "I do say so, old man." "You wouldn't have a row with ther parson, Bill, or you'd lose ye r chance o' heavin when the Dealer above calls in yer chips f.,r cashin'." "I don't want a row with the parson, though I don't like him, as I think he is all preach and no practice; but I'll give him a call to the mourner's bench if he attempts \ "Waal, Bill! talk clear, fer I is as dumb as a mule." "I'll get lost, too, and it will take us more than a week to find the train--" "Aha I Oh, Bill, you is a boss scout; I sees, I sees now; without a parson ther can't be no splicin' in matri mony." "You are right; we will run across some herders going .!. south after cattle, and I know them all, and will get them to join the train with me, and then Kent King will con tinue on a trip with them, and I'll guide the party on to Denver." "An' ther jedge ?" "Oh he 'll be glad to get rid of King, I feel certain, though, for some reason ; he dare not say so; now, old man, go back to camp, and r emember the hunt with the parson to-morrow." . "I'll be thar, fer I'll chin hiJ;n to-night, an' I'll lie so to aid in wronging Mary." about game he 'll pray fer mornin' ter come; oh, Lordy, !-"It's bad luck, Bill, to kill a cat, cuss a preacher, or Bill, what a good man you'll hev ter be, while ther parson strike a woman." "When a minister or a woman forgets who and what they are they forfeit respect ." "And ther cat, Bill?" "Choke the cat!" -r .... "So I say, Bill; but I'll negotiate yer mother's ole brindle tabby ag'in your pony ther parson does as Kent King tells him." "So I believe, and I wish you to help me prevent it." "But how kin we, Bill?" "Ah! I have it. Kiag has ordered me from camp, and if I return he says he will kill me." "Waal thet is interestin, chief scout." "Now at dawn I intend to go, and as Parson Miller is very fond of hunting--" "Yas, he's ther best hunter I ever see, but he don't never find no game." "Well, I'll show him where there's game, for I want you to ask the parson to go on a day's hunt with you; then drop back a few miles, and I will join you--" "I hopes ye r isn't goin' ter call in his chips, Bill." "No, I'm no assassin, old man; but I 'll join you ana will propose a wide circuit with the parson, while you are to go in another direction and meet us at a given point; don't you meet us." "Waal." "Strike for the train and rcpart the pars6n lost." 1e .... ... t. .JI ...... r '1 is with yer, fer yer'll hev grace over tough buff'ler steaks that'll make !em tender,an' yer'll hev ter say yer leetle ... ., 'Now I lay mes' every night; Bill, Bill, I fear you'll yet tarn Gospil sharp yerself." "I'll not be a deceitful one if I do. Now good-night," and Buffalo Bill separated from Old Negotiate, and making a circuit again reached camp, inwardly rejoicing over his plot to capture a parson and prevent a wedding. CHAPTER VIII. True to his promise, Old Negotiate sought Parson Miller-a long -legged, cadaverous-faced individual with a look as if ice cream would nbt melt in his mouth, and told him he was going on a hunt the morning, adding: "Now, my Pard o' Piety, ef you'd like ter kill a buff'ler as is a buff'ler, you jist go with me in ther mornin', an' I'll bet ye r ther buff'ler yer kill ag'in yer horse, thet we'll bring back more gam;then we kin carry." "Brother Negotiate, for not knowing the Christian name given thee by thy sponsors in baptism, I must call thee by that which tH u art known in this howling wilderness, I will be more than glad to go hunting in the


14 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. r though it seemeth wrong to s lay the innocent buffalo and Negotiate bear away to the left, we'll find all the game you feathered fowl, to cater to our appetites," answered the parson, with a pious roll of his eyes. "Yer' d be a durned fool ef yer didn't eat, parson ; but we'll start early, so chin yer pra'ers durin' the night so as not ter lose time." And so it was arranged that the parson and Old N ego tiate should start at an early hour on a hunt, and they were up with the dawn and ready as the train pulled out for the day's march. But somehow the promised luck did not come to the m, and it was with real pleasure, after several h o urs of hard riding, the parson suddenly cried: "Why, there is our scout brother, William Frederick Cody." "It's ther chief o' scouts, or I are a liar, pard-I mean parson; I think he rode out o' camp last night, fer he hed a few words with Kent King, I heerd." "He seemeth a brother of too high mettle; Brother King is--" "A durned fool an' a rascal," put in Negotiate, bluntly, and the parson rolled his eyes in holy horror, and said, in his drawling tones: "He appeareth to me like a man of reason and piety, and I rejoiceth that he is to marry a damsel like our sweet Sister Mary." Old Negotiate muttered something like an oath; and which was not at all complimentary to the parson, and then cried aloud as Buffalo Bill came nearer, Little Gray being in an easy gallop : "Hello, Bill You is the man we want, for we can't find no game, though ther parson hes prayed diligent fer a buff'lo or jack-rabbit ter spring up." "You are off the trail, old pard, and don't hunt right," declared Bill, giving Little Gray a jerk for being viciously disposed toward the parson's mule, and which caused Ola Negotiate to innocently say: "Now look at thet thar horse ; he knows like a human, parson, thet you an' yer mule ain't the same breed as ther rest o' us, seein' as you is a gospil-grinder, an' yer animit'e is nuther a horse or a mule; but, scout, how w'u'd yer do ef yer wanted game?" "Ah! then thou knowest where the wild beasts of the field and birds of the air lurketh and haveth their lair, my brother ?'' "I do, parson, and if you will go with me and let Old can shoot." "I are willin', chief, an' ef we meet on the trail ahead, we will in ; don t let ther parson git hurt, or ye'll hev no one ter bury yer when yer is called in; but I'll bet yer ther game I slays what yer does that I gets ther most, and Old Negotiate waved his hand and started off to the southwest, while B uffalo Bill and the parson bore away in a northwesterly direction, the latter charmed to be hunting with a scout whom he knew always brought in game. A ride of a few miles and the keen eyes of the scout sighted a herd of buffalo ahead, and instantly he gave chase, followed by Parson Miller on his mule, which was c e rtainly a very fine animal and remarkably swift of foot. It was a long run after the herd, but after a while the parson was elated beyond measure by bringing down a buffalo bull with his old m usket, a relic of the war of 1812, that kicked the shooter off his mule when he discharged it, causing him to utter something strangely like an oath as he struck terra firma, the scout thought. To hide his laughter from the unfortunate parson, Buf falo Bill set off in chase of the mule, and soon skillfully la ssoed him and returned him to his owner, remarking, qui et l y : "The gun kicks as hard as the mule, parson." "Trifle not rash one, with the heels of Goliath." "You bet I don't, parson, nor with your old blunderbuss, either; but you got your buffalo." "I did/' and the the dead animal, and at the same time rubbed his shoulder, little dreaming that some of the bad boys in camp had thrown into the musket a few extra loads when they knew its sancti monious owner was going on a hunt. Having cut off some of the choicest of the buffalo, the two mounted and started off in what the parson sup posed was the direction of the trail ; but soon a band of I elk were sighted and Cody skillfully brought down one '\ at long range, and it furnished a supply of juicy meat that the preacher devoured with hungry eyes. A couple of turkeys, found in the bottom land of a small creek and a prairie chicken killed by Cody with his revolver, satisfied the parson with the day's sport, and again he urged starting for the train, as night was coming on, and with it a storm. But darkness came on rapidly, and, seeing that they


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 15 would :be caught by the storm, Cocly urged that they seek refuge in a piece of ti!Tlber land, which his companion re luctantly consented to do, and in a short time the scout had thrown ttp a compa;ativefy comfortable wicky-up and built a blazing "Well, parson, we ai: e in for it all night," announced Buffalo Bill, gayly, as, having lariated Little Gray and Goliath out to feed on the juicy grass, he was seated in the wicky-up cooking their supper, the parson looking dolefully: on. "It seemeth so, my friend but thy skill hath made a famous retreat for us, and the scent of viands our hunters,.. craft hath provided will not make it unpleasant, unless the redmen of the fo rest should come upon us unawares like a wolf in the night." "Oh,. Little Gray is as good as a watchdog and can smell an In jun half a mile; besides they'll lie low a night like this; but come, parson, here is a buffalo steak for you, and just see how this turkey is cooked, so pitch in, for the sme 1 of this coffee makes me hungry." The parson needed no second invitation, but quickly said grace and "pitched in" with a gusto that would have driven a dyspeptic mad with envy. By the time lhe supper was finished the storm broke in fury upon them, driving Little Gray and Goliath, who had made friends, to the lee of the wicky-up for shelter, I well, and he was greeted with a ringing shout as he rode up. "Got yer whip, my boss bullwhacker, fer yer kin git a job right here?" I f Mr. Simpson, the parson and myself will keep company with you for a day or t wo," said Cody to the train boss. crAs long as yer please, Bill," and he added in a low tone, "whc>_ t in the name o' thunde r is yer running double with a gospil sharp fer? Parson, yer say? Waal, he looks as cheerful as a corpse at a wake; but ef he's your fri end, pard, I'm as glad ter see him as though I'd run a nail in my foot, an' ef he 'll sling us a leetle gospil ter night, with a Psalm throwed in, we'll pass round ther hat fer him, as ther Doxology biz ain't as !!oocl as hull whackin'." Buffalo Bill laughed, as he asked: "Any news, Mr. Simpson, from Kansas City?" "Nary news, an' we' ve come along quiet, 'ceptin' ther killin o' two fellers who j'ined us, an' was goin' out with our bull train, until they struck s o methin' bound fer Denver, whar th ey was goin' to minin' ag in, for they'd struck it rich in silver, an' bed been East on a rackit ter see ther old folks; and now, as I live, they said you hed run 'em throu g h on ther trail east." "vVell, where are th ey?" asked Cody, quickly, and with and causing the parson and the scout to wrap themse lves some excitement. snugly in their blankets and seek rest. "Passed in, Bill." with the dawn they awoke, ate breakfast and started, "Dead?" as the parson supposed, for the train, but really going "They be, indeed!" far from it, as Buffalo Bill was determined to prevent the "And their names, Mr. Simpson?" marriage of Mary Hale to Kent King; but when night again overtook them and no white tilts came in view the man grew gloomy and once more they went into camp. And thus it continued for a week, when one afternoon they sighted afar off a line of schocmers," and the parson gave a loud shout of joy, while BiWs face became clouded and he muttered: "Can Kent King have changed his course? No, it is impossible for them to be 'way up here, and that is an I other train." ,'\nd upon overtaking the wagons they found them to belong to Russell Major & train bound to I Fort Laramie with supplies, and in them were many hunters, teamsters and bullwhackers who knew Buffalo Bill ...,.. I I j ... "' ... .) ---...... .. ). .L "Lardy, how am I ter know, man? They corned at grub time when yer called 'em Ned Oaks an' Jack Cole, but they might be knowed under other handles when at home." "And how did they die ?" asked the scout, 111 a low tone. "Kilt; one was shot on guard one night by some sneak, in' Injuns, and t'other follered soon arter." "Did you see the njuns ?" "We seen one hoverin around fer a day or two afore he got his work in." "Anybody else in the train killed?" "Nary! an' it were hard on ther two pards."


16 1THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "Yes, hard indeed," responded the scout, while to him self he added : "Ned Oaks and Jack Cole gone, tool Well, that makes six of the thirteen dead." CHAPTER IX. THE TEXAS HERDERS. "Injuns Injuns I" "No, they is road agents!" "You are all wrong, boys; they are h er ders, for I recognize Prairie Pete." The last speaker was Buffalo Bill, and the others were m embe rs of the wagon train, or bull outfit, as it was usually called, which the scout and the parson had joined some days before, the latter contented to be out of dan ger, but discontented at being forced to remain away from the Kent King party. The train had just gone into camp for the night, when over a divide far away appeared a band of horsemen, at the head of whom Bill Cody recognized an old man whose constant avoidance of the settlements and continued life on the plains had gained for him the name of Prairie Pete, which ;was sometimes varied to Prairie Pilot, as he was always on hand to guide trains when at fault, and knew the country from Leavenworth to the Rocky Mountains as well as he did his own little ranch on the Republican. As he came nearer, riding a wiry mustang that showed both good staying qualities and speed, it was noticed that be was dressed in buckskin, was as brown as an Indian, possessed a face upon which beard would not grow, and had iron-gray hair that fell below his shoulders. His eyes were black, piercing and never quiet, and his small but tough frame was never s till, while he had a habit of keeping his hand con stantly toying with the hilt of a large revolver he wore on his right hip, and it was a bad habit which had frequently served him a good turn. Behind this specimen of the real prairie man rode about thirty dashing, wild-looking fellows, all superbly mount ed and attired in a suit half Mexican, half buckskin wearing in their belts three lar ge revolvers an d a knife, and carrying no rifles, if I except one or two of the party. They were a band of Texas. herders or cowboys, return in g home after driving a large herd of cattle to the rancheros of the North, and Prairie Pete was their guide. They were superb ri.:ers carried a revolver in each boot, besides those in their belts, wore sombreros encircled by gold cords and with the lone star" embroidered on the rim, and at close quarters were a terror to meet, and were avoid ed, rather than sought after, by Indians. Their horses were as fleet as the wind, and trained to perfection, while their rid e rs could throw a lasso with marvelous dexterity, and s hoot b ette r with a revolver than could most men with a rifle. Their leader was a disungue young man of twentyfive, with dark blue eyes and long la s hes that a woman would have be e n proud of, and the form of an Adonis, but with marvelous strength, a nerve of iron and the cour age of a lion . "Hello, Prairie Pete, h ow are you?" cried Buffalo Bill, steppi .ng forward and greeting the old man, who threw himself from his horse, and, grasping the scout's hand, cried: "Ding dong my cats, Bill, Pm as glad ter see yer as. though I'd cotched ther measles! Put it thar, pard, for you is ther dog-du:ndest, ding-donged st, con--" "Don't swear, Pete, for there's a parson along," warned Cody, with a sly wink. "Suff'rin' Moses! A parson, a reg'lar out-an-out grinder o' a g os pil mill, Bill ?" demanded the old man in a whisper. "Yes, a perfect stunner to pray, and--" "Bill, one o' our boys hes been hooked by a steer, an' another hes been by a mule, an' they suffers on marciful; hes yer parson anything in his book o' pra'er to suit them cases?' "Oh, he can pray from creati o n to judgment, Pete; but c ome, let me introduce you to Lew Simpson, the train boss, and--" 1 "Hold on Let me inch erdoose you to ther cattle boys I is g uidin' southward, an' they is terrors clean through, but as fine a set as sun ever shone on." "I think I have met Buffalo Bill before, two seasons ago, when he was bullwhackin g with Wild Bill Hikok on the Platte," and the handsome leader of the cowboys stepped forward. "Yes, Capt. Dash, I was in Cheyenne when you killed the two gamblers when they bounced you for exposing their cheating an old traveler. "Ah, yes I recall the affair now, and how you kept their pa rd from killing me with a shot in the back. Grasp


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. hands, Bill, and you'l1 find the grip of Dash, of Texas, the parson, but to soothe the guide's feelings promised is square to friend "or foe; but why are you here, Bill ? him that Mary s hould marry him as soon as they reached "I got lost w1th the parson there, and run on Simp Denver. son's train. Thus ten days pass ed away, and one evening the train "You got lost, Bill? What f er?" asked Prairie Pete. pulled into o n e of the most deli g htful camping grounds Buffalo Bill gave the old man a wink to keep quiet, and th ey had struck on the whole march, and it was decided to then turned and introduced the newcomers to Simpson pause there for a few days to r est the people and the catand the parson, who just then car;ne up. tie, and to patch up th e harness and mend wagons. The herders were1 of course, made welcome, and that The first day of r est was a busy one in camp; but the night around the camp-fire they made the evening fly second one a grand hunt was organized on which both away with their merry songs and side-splitting stories, to Kent King and the judge went for the sport, as game all of which the parson listened with h oly horror in h is was plentiful. face but laughter in his heart. As there was a possibility of the herders crossing the southern trail, followed by the Hale train, at about the time they would meet, Buffalo Bill, after a talk with Prairie Pete and Capt. Dash, decided that he and the parson would accompany them on their way. Accordingly, the party set forth at sunrise the folJowing morning, Prairie Pete selecting Parson Miller as his special pard, and Buffalo Bill riding with the young Texas leader. CHAPTER X. A SURPRISE. The non-app e arance of Parson Miller, when evening came and the train had gone into camp, caused some ap prehension, when it was found, through Old Negotiate's return, that he had gone with Buffalo Bill, the news of the scout s leaving having leaked out. As, for Kent King, he was savage upon the subject, and two whole days the train was ca mped, while horsemen scoured the country in th e search of the missing and scout. As the storm has obliterated th eir trail the hunt had to be given up, and the train continued o n its way, Kent King morose and savage in humor at the ruse clev erly play e d upon him. Though he had questioned Old Negotiate closely, that innocent worthy could give him no satisfaction regarding the affair; but to Mary he made known the truth, and she thanked Buffalo Bill in her heart for this proof of his true friendship. And thus the week given her as a limit passed away, and even the judge seemed to rejoice in the aosence of Toward the afte.rnoon Mary Hale, who was seated on the edge of the timb e r, gazing dreamily out over the prairie sighted a band of hors emen coming, and instantly rep o rted it to Old Negotiate, who was near. "It are th e r boss sc o ut, miss; it are him fer a fact; if it ain't, I gi'n yer my bullwhip fer yer watch an' chain." "Do you mean it is Buffalo Bill?" "Yas, miss, it's Bill, an he isn't alone, nuther." "No, so I see. Oh! I recognize him now, and there is the parson, too and one, two three, yes thirty-one horse men with th em." "Yas, miss they is herders from Texas, an' the y is a gay lot; full o' fun, full o' fight when r 'i led, an' hes hearts as big as Texas steers. I guesses ther scout hes got 'em ter come inter camp with him, fer ter see ef K e nt King are willin' ter keep his promise ter kill him." "Oh! no, no, for there will be trouble," cried Mary, turning pale with dread of coming evil. "Guess not, miss ef yer wants ter save a row, jist knock a man down; them is wisdom words, miss, fer yer see, some fellers talks fearful but don't fight, an' ther men thet means biz from th e r jump saves trouble an' heaps o' tongue-lashin', as yer must remember, leetle gal, ef yer want s ter go through life quiet." "They are a dashing looking set of men," declared Mary, admiringly. "Yes, miss, it are Capt. Dash an' his Texas Herders, as I see now." I have heard of him as a very daring and handsome man. "He are both ; he'll fight fer a Chinee heathen miss, or ther under dog in a rumpus, an' they do say as he gives all his 'onest 'arnin's at k ee rd s tei: poor hunters an' boys as is sick, while he'll tackle a buzz saw ef it insulted him.


18 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. "He's a snake fer outInjunin' Injuns, kin cut ther ashes off a cigar with his revolver, throws a knife ter dead center, kin lasso.. the tail o' a wasp an' jerk out ther sting, without hurtin' ther bizziness end o' ther reptil:, an' is a reglar screamer from Screamer s ville." "He certainly is a marvelous man, Negotiate; but who is it that is. riding with the parson?" "That man are a character, miss; he's Prairie Pete o' ther plains; tough as hickory, old as Methuselim, an' a trailer as kin find a coyote track {n ther trail o' a herd 01 cattle. Oh, I'll negotiate he could strike ther parson's trail in a sarmon an' foller him clean through from Gene sis ter Revelation." Mary laughed at the words of Old Negotiate, as she answered: "Well, we will soon know what is to happen, for Buffalo Bill has not come back without a motive." ."No, miss; ef 'sociatin' with ther parson hasn't made him tenderfooted in ther heart, ther will be music in ther air, an' I'll negotiate thet--" "Hello, old man," called out Buffalo Bill, suddenly riding up, with Capt. Dash by his side. "I are here, Billy." "So I see; and Miss Mary, too! In spite of being exiled, Mary, I have come back, and with me my friend, Capt. Dash, of the Texas Herders." Mary Hale into the dark c blue eyes of the Texal1 and bowed low, after which she nodded coldly' to the parson, who said in dismal tones: "I am glad to return to the train, Miss Hale, for my brother lost us on the wild prairies, and we are footsore and weary." "You hes been ridin', not walkin', parson, an' I don't see what made yer feet sore," put in Old Negotiate, while the maiden invited Buffalo Bill and Capt. Dash to her camp as guests, and the others were led away to have their comfort looked after by the parson and the teamster. GUIDE AND THE HERDER. When Mary and her two guests, Cody and Capt. Dash, reached the romantic spot selected by the maiden as a camping ground, they seated themselves before the tent, when into the timber dashed E ent King, followed by Judge Hale, while afar off were heard the shouts o1 the retttrning hunters, who had been most successful. At a ghnc.e K ent King saw Buffalo Bill had garded his threat and orders, and his face grew dark with ra g e as he threw himself from his and, not noticing the Texan, c:ied, angrily, as he advanced upon the scout: "You here, sir! By Heaven, you shall me it." Buffalo Bill laughed in ironical, irritating way, but made no effort to draw a weapon, .and; t.lnheeding the cry of the judge to let the scout alone, the guide had stretched for l h his hand to seize him by the throat, whP..n his arm was grasped as though in an iron vise, and a revolver muzzle was pressed against his tem ple, as, in a stern, commanding tone, Capt. Dash said:"' "Hold! if you want a quarrel, try me on !" Kent King was a man of great J:?hysical strength, a dead shot, and one who was ge11erallydeared; but in clutch of the Texan he felt that he had met his master, he turned his glaring eyes upon him and asked, savagely: 1 "And who the devil are yott, sir P" "Capt. Dash, of Texas, and talking sound sense, Ken ton Kingsland." _Ha you know me, then?" and a look of pallor spread over the face of the guide. "As well as you will 0t'le day know Dudley Dashwood;" was the quiet reply; but it brought to the guide1.s lips the wor _ds: "Good God and you are I{udley Dashwood ?" "I ah1, and well met at last with one whom I have a wrong to avenge." "Ho judge, boys, ho here, all of: you!" suddenly cried Kent in ringing tones, and answering cries came from different parts of the camp. With a light laugh, Capt. Dash said: "Mr. Cody, will you clip this wolf's claws! "Now, sir, s_tand there until the help you have called arrives," and he hurled the guide from him, as Buffalo Bill drew his weapons from his belt. v .. "Fool! do you think because two of you have disarmed me t l 1ere are not near?" hissed Kent King. l.J "' "I have pards near: too,' and putting his hands t9 his lips the a piercing, prolonged paUle-cry that brought forth thirty ringing fr'am parts of the timber, and at once running men appeared coming toward the scene. \ l. { . A .... 1 o i ..


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 19 "Oh, father! how will all t,h"s end?" cried Mary, now no trouble, with ":immin and children around; ther Texthoroughly alarmed; and, hearing her words, the Texan ans an' us hes no call fer a row," put in Old Negotiate. answered, pleasantly: "Oh, do not fear, Miss Hale, for there will be no trouble." A moment after four-score men were on the spot, and they had ran ged themselves in two lin es, the train m e n facing: the Texans, and all with their hands resting upon their weapons. "So, sir, you have come into my camp with your band of outlaws to carry things as yo u please?" cried Kent King, addressing Capt. Dash, and at the same time falling back toward his own line. "I was invited here, and would not abuse hospitality, had you not attempted to kill my pard, Bill Cody; but as you have begun the affair I will end it, find I make no idle threats, Kenton Kingsland." There was something in the manner and words of the Texan that caused the thinking men of the train to feel that the affair was only a quarrel between the g uide and Capt. Dash, and they cared not to mix in, especially as the determined, almost indifferent bearing of the herd e rs showed that they would be the ugli es t of antagoni sts in a fight. "I will have y ou hurl ed out of my camp, you accursed Texas bravo," exclaimed the guide, s avage ly ; and the par son, who had previously sided with the Texans, at this b old assertion, crossed over to the train men. "You will do no such thing, for did you fire on me my boys, you well know, would not let you and your backers live dne minute." The parson at once crossed back to the Texans. ""'Men, this man is a Texas outlaw! Come, let us kill him and his band !" shouted Kent King, and a few of the reckless spirits, as the train men were in excess of the Texans, made a movement as though to follow their guide's lead, and the parson to be on the safe side under all circumstances, now immediately recrossed to the train line. "Hold men, we want no bloodshed here, nor will I have any. That man I have good cause of quarrel against, an d if he is not a he will meet me, and trouble ; if not, I will give him a trip to Texas, where he is wanted just nbw," announced Capt. Dash. "You is chinnin' sacred music, pard, for we doesn t want "We doesn't want none, nuther; speak up; parson, an' pour ile on ther troubled waters. Oh, Lordy I has rid so long with ther gospel sharp I kin jist sling Scripture like a deacon!" assured Prairie Pete, while Judge Hale stepped forward and in his quiet way remarked: "My friends it is our duty to uphold our unless, as is usual upon the border here, he accepts the challenge of this Texan." "I accept no challenge to fight the bravo, and I will give him and his band of cutthroats just five minutes to leave this camp," cried Kent King, gaining courage, as h e saw that there was a desire to sustain him, and to save himself he car e d not how many others were sacrificed. Before Capt. Dash could r ep ly Buffalo Bill stepped be tween the two lines and said, pleasantly: "Pards, l e t me settle this trouble, for I think I can. That man, Kent King--" "Hold do not list e n to his lies, for I--" "Let us hear Buffalo Bill, Mr. King; then you kin hev: your say," interrupted a teamster, firmly, and there were a rium ber of voices that called out : "Talk it out, chief !" us hear the king of scouts !" "Thank you, pards Well, Kent King once got into a quarrel with me, and, knowing what he was, I overtook him on the road and we had a talk together, and then I started to ride away, when he turned and fired upon me -here's the scar-and falling from my horse stunned, he belie ved me dead and rode a.way." "Ah! ther cussed wolf!" said Prairie Pete. "He is worse, for he would now force Mary Hale to marry him, and her father for some reason, dare not re fuse ; but to prev ent it, I got the parson lost--" A burst of laughter h e re interrupted Buffalo Bill while Parson Miller scowled daggers at him, now knowing how cleverly he had been taken in. "As soon as I got good backers I returned to camp, termin ed to prevent the marriage of Mary to Kent King, and I tell you frankly his life will be the forfeit if he car ri es on his high hand here, for this is Capt. Dash, of Texas, of whom you have all heard." That the words of Buffalo Bill had made a deep impression on the train men was evident, for Mary Hale was beloved by all, and a low murmur against Kent King


20 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. ,. II ti111 r f I r-."f" . I -C I _.I -. '. .-1 ...i ...... ran through the crowd, which was suddenly checked, as Capt. Dash leveled a revolver at the guide and said, sternly: one inch, Kenton Kingsland, and I will kill you." The guide glared upon him, but" he loved life, and knew his life would be the forfeit if he stirred, while he said in a tone not wholly firm: "Men, will you put up with this outrage to your guide!" "They must Were you worth fighting for, as true men they would uphold you; but, as it is, you are my pris oner and shall go with me to Texas.'1 "Judge Hale, do you utter no protest?" cried Kent King, now feeling that he was entrapped and fearing, from some cause, to return to Texas. "What can I say, King?" almost whined the judge, who was as pale as death. "Coward! I will expose you at any rate," and raising his voice he said in a loud tone : "Men, this coward here who will not aid me now, was once--" But a form suddenly dashed forward, and with a telling blow foll in the face Buffalo Bill felled the guide to the ground. All were startled by the sudden act, and Capt. Dash said, sternly: "Hold! Bill! This man was my prisoner." "I care not; he shall not out of mean revenge make known the secret of his power over Judge Hale," was the spirited response. "You are right, Bill; heshall not,'' answered Capt. Dash. "Yas, the chief o' scouts is right." I T a f . ,.,... . -. "He's a daisy on "."heels." "Bully for Buffalo Bill, the boss scout!" and other cries arose, while Judge Hale gave the youth a look of grati tude he never forgot. ob, try your fancy knots on a lariat around an, and for fear he may tell a lie, and thereby fail to e ulate the immortal father of his country, gag him," commanded Capt. Dash, and a tall Texan stepped forward and quickly bound and gagged the now thor oughly subdued guide, in whose favor only the parson now raised a faint remonstrance, which Old Negotiate cut short by the warning remark: "Better not let them Texas devils hear yer, parson, it,{ r :- l I l & G I J'wt __ ii . C.11 1"')-. .. .. .. -'" or ;rer'll go on a journey with 'em, an' they might lose yer in ther Staked Plains." "Heaven forbid!" ''I'll negotiate my ole coon-skin cap agin' yer scalp they will." "Verily, my brother, thou art Job's comforter; but I'll say no more, for the wicked should be punished, and it may be a dispensation of Providence that the guide is thus nipped off in the noonday of youth; yea, verily." The sudden capture of the guide cast a restraint and also a gloom over the encampment, though Kent King had never been liked in the train. Feeling this moody humor, the Texans, in their light4 hearted way, got around the camp-fires, and, with their really fine voices raised in merry song, drove away the blues from all except Kent King, who lay bound in a tent with Brazos Bob keeping guard over him. At the camp of the judge were gathered Mary, Capt. Dash and Buffalo Bill, and the Texan was entertaining the maiden with some thrilling stories of the wild life he led. "Kent King, sir; may I ask your intention regarding him?" queried the judge in a tremulous tone of the cap tain of the Texas herders. "Oh! I'll take him to Texas and be guided by circum stances as to what 1 will do with him." "You will not kill him?" eagerly asked the judge. "That depends upon whether I turn him over to the au thorities there, who want him for crimes he has committed, and which will hang him; but good-night.'' "No, captain, before you go sing for Miss Mary my favorite song. Here is her guitar, and I know you play," pleaded Buffalo Bill, taking up the instrument and hand ing it to the Texan, while Mary urged : "Yes, captain ; please do !" Running his fingers with the skill of a master over the strings, the Texan broke forth into a song, one of Moore's melodies: I ' .... "Believe me if all those endearing yo ng charms, Which I gaze on so fondly to-day; t 'vV ere to fade by to-morrow and fleet in my arms, Like fairy gifts fading away-Thou 1vouldst still be adoted, as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will; And around the dear ruin, each wish of my heart, Would entwine itself fervently still." His clear, pathetic tenor voice arose on the air in sweet-) J :


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 21 est melody. Every sound in the ehcamplllent was hushed, while grim men and wearied women breathlessly listened "Another verse!. please," pleaded Mary, and so he con tinued to the end of beautiful poem; and, with a pleasant "good-night," arose and strode away, accompanied by Buffalo Bill. But the spell he left behind him remained ubroken, and down c;leep in the heart of Mary Hale sank the first, strong love of her womanhood, and she dropped to sleep that night with the name of the handsome Texan upon her lips. (, ., ___ ' 11},. r f1\ ', L" ' : . -__CHAPTER XII. ". .t. ... ,.. A CONFESSION AND A SECRET OVERHEARD. The night in the train encampment passed slowly especially to the prisoner, could only conjech1re what his fate mig-ht be, now that he was in the hands of a man whom he had bitterly wronge d in the past-yes1 bitterly wronged indeed, for, a wolf in Jamb s clothing, he had won the love of Dudley Dashwood s sister to in the end cruelly desert her and drive her to take her own life. Returning home after a long absence, Capt. Dash, as he was known in Texas to the herders, had sworn ven geance against Kenton Kingsland, and Jong wished to meet him, and at last fate had thrown him across his path J With the dawn oj day the camp began to wake up, and "That depends wholly upon you, Miss Hale." 1 "Upon me?" a nd she arched her eyebrows in surprise "Yes, for I know of nothing else to call me to the vicin ity of Denver, but to visit you. I am a frank tnan, Miss l'fale, and it doesn't take tne long to love or hate any one, and I'm honest enough to confess to you that you have wrapped yourself so entirely atound my heart that your face will ever be before me. "I know not whether I am making this confession to one already mortgaged to a11other, a d I care hOt, btit certain it is that r am coming to Denver one day to ask you to be my wife, artd, be your answer yes or no, you'll ever find Dudley Dashwood your friend." He held out his hand as he spoke; .and unhesitatingly she placed hers in it, a s she answe;ed, softly : ''.Come to Colorado to see us." "I will. Good-by, and don't feel anxious on the trail, for Col. Cody is a man in a thousand and will pull the train through all right." He pressed the hand agai\1, said good-by, and started for the tent where Kent King lay a prisoner. As he approached he heard the voice of Judge Hale say, pleadingly: 'I "I certainly did all that I could, Kenton, but I was powerless, and I beg you not to add more grief to my sor rows and tell of my past act." Capt. Dash frowned; he scorned to be eavesdropper, and coughed so as to give warning of his approach; but soon all was bustle and work, for the train was to pull neither the judge nor the prisoner seerrte to hear it, and out that morning' to go once more on the march westward, then came Kent King's reply in a determined, triumphant while the Texas Herders were to keep on their way south-tone: ward . "Ay, Judge Hale, I will tell all of your wickedness-t ell ' Bif invitation of. the: : judge Capt. Dash breakfasted.'

22 II'HE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. garding Mary, she would now have been my wife; but as you did not I will you--" "Save yourself the Kenton Kingsland, for I know the power you hold over this old man, and if you breathe one word of the secr e t to any one, I swear, by Heaven I will tie you to the back of a horse and turn him adrift upon the prairie for the wolves to run down and feed upon your dainty fteslJ," and in the opening of the tent stood Capt. Dash, the Texan. At his words Kent King turned pallid as a corpse, and Judge Hale trembled, but, allowing no reply, the Texan called out to one of his men to bring the guide s horse, and a moment after, with burning eyes, white face and set teeth, the prisoner was in his saddle, his feet bound se curely on each side to the iron rings in the horse-hair girth. Placing a bugle to his lips, Capt. Dash blew a call for his men, and soon after the herders wound out of camp, their leader at their head, and Kent King riding by his side, while Mary Hale and her father stood gazing after ( them, with strangely different emotions filling their breasts, for the judge said half afoud: "He overheard the secht against me, and treated me most kindly; he is a nobJe fellow." And Mary's thoughts were: "Well, be falls in love like a Mexican; but I hope he won't fall out as quickly, for, if I keep on admiring him for a year in the same ratio I have in a night, I'll be what the train men call dead gone. Ah, me, I hope all will come right in the end I" I Ten minutes after she was heading the train with Buffalo Bill by her side. CHAPTER XIII. THE DEATH LIST INCREASES. Several days after the parting of the Herders with the Hale train, Buffalo Bill was riding a couple of miles in advance, looking for a good camping ground for the night, when he espied a motte in the distance, and running from it on either side a line of cottonwoods that toid him that a stream was near. Toward this he headed, and riding into the cool shade of the tirpber he was suddenly surprised and considerably startled by a ringing laugh. It was not a joyous laugh, but one that seemed demoniacal, and it came from the thicker growth of timber bordering the banks of a limpid stream. Cautiously he approached the spot from whence came the sound, even Little Gray impressed by the strange laughter, and the scout half to it came from some supernatural source. Nearer and nearer he drew, the laughter now ringing wildly out, and then dying away into low moans, and presently, through an opening in the trees, he beheld human form, and then another and another. Two men lay prone upon the ground, and it was evident from their upturned faces that they were dead; but the third was in a sitting posture, and was gazing out upon the stream, while his hands were clasped about his head. ,:\nd upon the air ft<)ated an offensive odor that the guide knew arose from the decaying flesh, his eyes be came rivet e d upon a semicircle of hideous beasts, gaunt, hun g ry wolves, kept at bay by that living human being, though they whined and sharpened their white fangs, pre paratory for the feast they patiently waited for, and which they knew must soon come. And as the scout looked again arose that wild laughter that sent a chill to his heart, and then came words from the parched lips of the man who gazed upon the raven ing wolves: "Oho, ye red-mouthed tearers of human flesh, you are feasting with your eyes now ; but you will not have long to wait ere your fangs gnaw my bones. Cowards I why don't you spring upon me and tear the life out of me, for I long to die, for, oh, God! how I suffer I "Ha ha! ha! how you fear me; how brave 1 must be that my look keeps you at bay." Buffalo Bill could stand no more, and rode forward into the opening, his coming scattering the wolves in all di rections and bringing from the man the pleading cry : "Oh, you have come at last I you will kill me, won't you, and end my agony ?'' Throwing himself from his saddle the scout approached the man and gazed into his face, to start back with a cry : "Good God l you are Hugh Farley I" "Yes, what there is left 0 me; but who are you that calls me by name ?'' and the sunken eyei were turned upon the guide with a vacant stare. "I am Buffalo Bill; don t you remember-I guided you, and Hank Hayes, and Benson Burke and others, thirteen of you in all, across to Leavenworth?"


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 2.3 "Yes, __ we had silver, oh! so much silver I I know you now, Bill, for told us how to bury the silver, and you will soon bury me." "No, no, you will soon be all right! Come, tell me what is the matter, pard ?" "I am hun g r y His tone was so plaintive that it brought tears to the brave scout's eyes. J "Oh! don't mind that, for I have ple nty to eat, an d my train will soon be a long and you will be well car ed for. Now tell me what else ails yo u?" "He shot me, Bill; wasn't it cruel?" "Shot you! who shot you, pard ?" \ J ''He did! see; one bullet broke my l eg and ano t her hjt me here on the head, and he thou&"ht I was d ea d like poor Tim Mayo and Prindall there, whom the wolves want so bad." "By th e Rockit!s ( Hugh Farley, you say true, for there certainly lie Mayo and Prindall,'' cried Bill, r ecogniz ing now in the bloated, death-blackened faces two more of th e s ilver mi11ers' band. "I'll bury them, pard, so th e wolves c a n't get th em, and--" "If the wolves are as hu !lg r y as I am, Bill, let them have t hem-,'' was the plaintive r eply "No, no, they deserve a better fate, Hugh. Cheer up, old man, for the train will soon be along, and then you shall have pl e nty to eat, and be well car e d for. Now eat this piece of bread, and tell me who killed your friends and shot you ?" "Sh--! I dare not tell, for he would kill me, too, :i.nd I don't want to die, now I have seen you, Bill; I want to get well to go back to my old home in D e laware, and carry plenty of silyer to ma\

24 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. quiries, as though about to set forth upon some trail with an important object in view. Having gained what information he desired, the fearless scout set off alone for the mines, and not long after sought $helter in a shanty of considerable pretensions, which by courtesy and a vast stretch of imagination was called the Palace Hotel. When not on the trail Buffalo Bill consulted his com fort, and seeing that he had the "dust" to pay for the palatial ( ?) accommodations, the landlord gave him a ten by eight room, of course on the ground floor, there being no second story. The furniture of this den consisted of a bed without sheets, a crippled chair and a bootjack, and there were several bullet holes in the door, suggestive of the thought that some unfortunate former occupant had been besieged there, perhaps for his board bill, and mayhap a vigil ance committee who wanted him to emigrate for the country's good. Not finding his quarters enticing in the daylight, Buf falo Bill sauntered into the office, which also did duty as a social hall, barroom and, as was often the case, dueling ground. Here, in listening to the conversation of the miners there assembled, the scout learned of a serious accident that had that morning occurred in the Silver Star Mine, which was the property of a dozen or more diggers who had "struck it rich" some years before. "I tell yer, pards," said a heavily-bearded miner, "Carl Moran hqs struck it rich sure, fer thar ain't another one o' ther gang out heur now." all kilt?" said another. "All but Moran, fer they was workin' down in ther shaft when ther rock broke loose an' fell in, while he'd come out ter git some feed, an1 they was about ter foller." "How many was thar, pard, you say?" asked a miner who haq just come in. "Dave Perry, Dead-Eye Dan, an' Tony Parker-all prime fellers, too." "Then Carl Moran has got the mine all to himself?" asked Buffalo Bill, stepping forward. "He hes fer a Bible fact; but it's about played now, as ther dust is all dug out; but what they has in partnership, Carl has charge of, an' I guesses he 'll start East now, fer it's enough ter make him han'some rich. Does yer know him, stranger ?" "Yes, and all the others, too, who were in partnership with him. Where is the Silver Star Mine, for I would like to go there ?" thar, for ther sight o' his dead pards sick ened him, an' he's up at ther Miner's Hotel, whar he boards, an' he s feelin awful bad, an' I don1t wonder, poor feller, when he see ther big rock at ther top o' ther shaft fall in on ther boys." Buffalo Bill heard no more, but wended his way to the Silver Star Mine, finding it by following the crowd flowing in a steady stream of humanity toward the scene of disaster. There, lying upon the rocks, were the three mangled forms, which had been extricated from the shaft; but wjth a glance at the dead Buffalo Bill walked to the mine and closely examined the rock from which the piece had broken whicli went crashing down upon the toilers below. "That rock has been undermined unti it took but a slight blow to break it loose. Well, there lie three more of the thirteen; I wish I could have arrived sooner to warn them of danger. Now but one remains, and! he, too, is doomed." Returning to his hotel, Buffalo Bill "kept dark" for the rest of the day; in fact, for the remaining three days he remained in the mines. Still, by adroit questioning, and keeping his eyes and ears open, he seemed to have gained some important in formation, for he left the mines early one bright morn ing, evidently determined upon his future course. CHAPTER XV. TRACKED. "Boys, I guess I'll drop pack with 1J1Y wagon this morning for a while, but I'll catch you by camping time." "What's in the wind now, pard ?" "Oh! a year ago I cached a dust in this neighbor hood, as my wagon broJ<.e down, and I thought I'd dig it up nCYW, as I've got enough to keep me from canting West again." "Some of the boys will help you if you want them." "No, I'll do it myself, thank "Keep your eyes open for Injuns." "There are not any around, I guess." The speakers were Carl Moran, whom the reader has before met, and the last of the thirteen miners, and Al Haines, the captain of the silver train going East. The scene was the small stream upon which the miners had camped the night after the breakihg down of their wagons. As the train pulled out of camp and disappeared over


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. the divide, Carl Moran remained behind with his six mule team and large wagon, already containing a goodly fortune in silver. When he saw the last wagon tilt out of sight he sprang into his saddle on one of the wheel -mule s, and drove downstream for a mile, when he came to a halt and took from his pocket a piece of paper. "Yes, this is the tree, and so many paces due west I'll find the first stake," he said, with a triumphant smile in his evil face. Driving on, his quick eye soon caught sight of the stake for which he searched, and which was only a couple a f inches above the ground. From there on he followed the stakes un til he went over a rise into a place where the prairie became almost a shal low valley. "Ha! ha! ha here is the spot, and beneath my feet lies the treasure for which I have so deeply dyed my hands in blood. "See, it has sunken, as will a grave when the coffin rots, or earth settles; but I'll soon have the precious metal in my wagon and then ho for the East, where I can live like a prince." Backing his wagon up the spot, he sprang to the ground and taking his spade b ega n his work, which to his sordid nature was a delightful task. What mattered it to him that the sweat dropped in beads from his brow, and large blisters came upon his hands with his hard work? He was digging for wealth, and, as many a man before him, minded not the pain and fatigue. At ast his spade struck something that gave a metallic 1 ring; it was the iron hooping encirclit1g a box of silver, and soon the treasure was revealed, and one by one the boxes were torn from their resting place, and put into the wagon. "A splendid two hours' work; now to overtake the train, for it would seem a just judgment upon me, if the Injuns were to capture me," and he cast a suspicious glance around him, but saw no danger in sight. "Up, mules, up! You have a double load to draw now. The strong animals gave a tug at the traces, but ere the wheels turned a dark form suddenly glided around the wagon, and with a cry of horror, as though he had seen a spirit, Carl Moran beheld before him one he well knew. "Hold! Carl Maran, I have the drop on you." "Why, Buffalo Bill is it you? I am than glad to see you." "You lie! you would rather see the devil than one who knows all your deeds of crime to gain the treasure we buried here." "Scout, what do you mean? This is my treasure, so I . be careful," warned the man savagely, out not daring to move, as the scout's rifle pointed at his heart. "One-thirteenth of it, yes ; but the other twelve-thir teenths, Carl Moran; where are the owners?" "It is all mine, for I bought out the interests of all, ex cepting the one you saw force me to kill him in Leaven worth." "You lie I He was not your first victim. Your first lies in a grave not far away, and you poisoned him, I now believe." ''Your second victim you killed over a game cards ; your third and fourth you started West with, and cow ardly shot in their s l eep one night; your fifth and sixth you played Indian and killed, when they stood guard in a western -b ound train; your seventh, eighth and ninth you cowardly murdered, for they expected no harm from a friend, as they believed you, and poor Hugh Farley, whom I found drugged and crazed, dared not tell who had done the deed; but I knew, Carl Moran, as I know also that y our tenth eleventh and twelfth victims were crushed to death by the rock your devilish ingenuity un dermine

THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. Wild Bill is the boss of it, and I have already told him of your killing game, you may know that you'll be hanged as soon as the train reaches a tree to string you up to." "Scout, I'll give you half of this treasure if you'll let me go free." "It isn'f 'yours to give, you accursed assassin:" "Then take it all, and let me go!" "Nary! I've got it all now, and you, too. Come-! dis moubt, and let me tie for .I'll drive the team.' 1 "Great God is that Wild Bill?" Instinctiv ely Buffalo Bill turned hi head and, caught off his guard, Carl Mo ran himself from the saqdle right up on him, knocking rifle from his grasp, both going down to the ground together, anBill's knife sank to the hilt in : tl1e hea1t ''.:.'('Cai-I Moran'. 1 "Curse you! yon have i::onguered," came from the pal lid lips. "You are mistaken, Carl Moran; Little Gray has con quered," was the Teply of the panting sco ut, as he threw his arms around the neck of the noble horse and said, caressingl y : "Gray, old boy, you have sayed my life." 111e faithful animal to understand fully the service he had rendered, and rubbed his nose against his master's cheek with a low neigh of pleasure. A moment after the s cout turned toward the man whom he had slain, and the glassy eyes met his own; but they fixed in death, for Carl Moran, the last of the D oo med Thirteen, h(ld met his fate. Throwing the body into the hole from whepce the treasure had be e n taken, Buffalo Bill hastily filled it up, and, mounting the saddle mule, and calling to Little Gray to follow, he drove off due west, and at as rapid gait as was possible with the h eavy wagon. A drive of fifteen miles, and the while tilts of a wagon train came in sight, and half an hour after Wild Bill had heard the strange story of his pard. True to his promise to hims e lf, Buffalo Bill wrote to the kindred of the twelve men whom Carl Moran had slain, and told them the story of the miner's death, as the reader already knows it and placed to their credit the share due them out of treasure. Thus ended the Silver Tr.ail of the Doomed Thi rteen. THE ENp. Next week's issue, No. "I 18, will contain "Buffalo Bill's Ride for Life; or, A Hard-Won Victory This is a history of one of the most thrilling wars ever fought against the Indians. u ffalo Bill was made a prisoner more than once, buri e d alive, and cl;allenged to a duel by an Apache chief. .... '"5 .t Iii .... J\.t t.,.,...., 'i . . ....... __


.. The contest is whirlingalon2' merril) Warm days, vacation days, are: those for dreams. Then, in the fall, come the prizes. How welcome the footballs will be then Fqr full particulars of the contest, see page 3t, A Submarine Expioratlon. (By Horace Wolcott, Weatherford, Okla.J Reading the curious !freams in the Buffalo Bill Weekly recalled to my mind a rather "dreamish" incident that oc curred to me one night while I was visiting in Florida. My friend lived on the shores of the Kissimmee Lake, and one evening we had gone for a boat ride. That night, after having partaken of ai very heavy supper, we re paired to our room, where we decided to spend an hour reading before retiring. I had with me one of Jules Verne's novels, and we agreed that I should read aloud from it, which was "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea." Finally we retired and I was not long in dreaming that I was to take a trip in a submarine ship, which seemed to be anchored in the lake close by. It seemed to be but a few minutes' walk until I fancied myself on board this ship, but to my surprise, I thought I was the only person on board the vessel. Making my way to the engine-room, I began a study of the compli cated electrical machinery I had about given up all hopes of being able to set my ship in motion, when, chancing to glance upward, I saw a series of printed directions for starting, sinking and raising the craft. I I pulled a lever and the vessel glided out across the lake. Pulling another lever seemed to cause the boat to sink. I allowed the ship to sink until she nearly rested on the bottom of the lake. . In the full glare of the electric light I thought I could see numerous of the deep. But what attracted my attention most was a house away in the distance. Feeling a natural curiosity to know the nature of this submarine dwelling, I directed the course of my vessel thither. Arriving nearer I could see that the house was a nytgnificent structure and palatial in design. Stopping my ship and disembarking, I made my way to the en trance of the mansion, determined on knowing who or what inhabited this marvelous abode. I ascended a wide flight of massive golden steps. No ticing a large silver bell, with a sparkling diamond push button, I pressed the latter. My cal was answered by a lovely maid, who slid back a wicket, inquiring who I was. I thought I tendered her my card, whicb seemed to read, "Paul Smythe, t:ommande r of the Pearl of the Waters." The maid took my card, and opening the door requested me to follow her. As tne door was opened I saw she seemed to be a mermaid. She led the way to a room that was luxuriously furnished, the like of which I had never seen before or ever expect to see. Every .. precious stone and mineral was repres e nted in some way. My reverie was interrupted by hearin g a voice besi de me, and, turning, I b e held the fair es t vision of loveli ness it had ever been my good fortune to behold. I thought I explained the cause of my visit as bein g pur e ly accidental, adding that I was not aware of the existence of the palace I was then in. The lady who had interrupted my musings-who was also a mermaid-then told me that the house was the Queen's Castle and that she was the queen of the mer maids. I arose to go, but she detained me by asking if I would dine with her. Replying in the affirmative, she then led the way to a magnificent dining-room, where we partook of a bountiful r epast Dinner over, we went into the conservatory, where the rarest and loveliest of orchids to flourish. After that we went into the music-room, where the queen entertained me with the sweetest of music rend ered on most mysterious instru ments. I then thought I asked her majesty if she would do me the honor of accompanying me in my ship on a tour of the lake. She replied that she should be pleased to do


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. so, w hereup on we entered the ship and were soon sailing about. Presently the queen seemed to utter a cry and pointed to the northwest, where a storm seemed to be bearing down on us. I applied all the power at command to drive the ship before the storm, but to no avai l and, with a mighty roar, the blast struck the ship A mighty crash ensued, and then-I awoke I When I regained posses s ion of my senses I looked about me and saw to my horror, that I was in a boat out on the lake 1 By the light of the glorious moon I could see tbe shore not far distant My dream ret.urn ed to me with distinct ness and I knew I bad arisen and dressed and took a boat and had gone for a on th e lake during my sleep Fortunatel y the oars were in the boat, and I lost no time in rowing back to my friend's home. A Dream of Luck. (By Peter Konierski, Chicago, Ill.) I dream ed that I was going along a pl ace where there were a whole l o t of rnountains. As I came to the top I saw Buffalo Bill. S ix Indians had him ti ed by the hands and feet and were going to kill him. I ran down and took Bill's gun, killed the Indians and unti ed Buffalo Bill. Then he took me to his camp and gave me $soo for saving his life. But soon after I was so glad th* I had the $500 that I woke up and didn't have a cent. A Hold Up. (By John Z ep p, Jr., Green I sland N. Y ) I will relate my dream. I was going with a telegraph dispatch when I saw two men near, right in front stop in the shadow and talk. I didn't think much of it at the time, but just as I got pretty close to th em, one said: 1'You have go t a dispatch with you?" I sai<;l: "Yes, sir "Well, he said, "we want it, and want it quick!" I asked him what his name was, and he told me. The name was all ri g ht. I asked him where he lived but that was not right, and I told him I would not give hiH1 th e dispatch. "Well," he said, "we'll take it away from yo u." And so they tried to, but I put one out in the road. After holdin g out for about fifteen minutes, I hit the oth e r and land ed him in the road. 1 got along wjth dispatch all right. Bpt th e next morning when I woke up I found my brother with his ear cqt open, where I had bit him when I had taken him for the man The cut on my broth er's ear is true, but the re.st is a dream. A Tremendous Bass. (By Howard Munson, MiUorcl, Conn.) I belong to a brass band that has been organized in 'this town. It was Monday night that we m e t and 'as t o-night was Monday I prepared to go down to the room where we met. ft was not quite time to go-, so I sat down and thought I would wait for my friend, the ba s s player. I finally fell asle ep and I dreamed I was -just starting but of doors when a noise 1ike thund e r came to my ears. I turned and sayv a large cannon aimed at me, with a: lin e of red-coated soldiers drawn up in back of it. The ca p tain sai d Load Aim I Fire A n explosion that seemed to lift me off my feet followed Then something whist l ed close to my head. I awoke and found my friend, the bass player, ready to blow in my ears for the third time. I got up and we had a rough-and-tumble fight. Then we got up and started for the bandroom. The whistling noise I heard, I afterward learned, was an apple thrown by my sister A Great (By Henry Zerbola, South Norwalk, Conn.) I dreamed that I was searchi11g for an island full of gold. After searc h ing for a long time I found I got all the gold my raft could hold and started to leave the island, wheri I was sto pped by the king : whom I shot with my pop un . But when I was abo ut two miles off s hore a large sea serpent ca psized my raft. Everything on the r aft fell into the water. I suddenly awoke and was g la d to find that I was in bed. A Fight With a Bear. (By Charles Crowley, Indianapolis, Ind.) It wa s Wednesday night, and it w as raining very fast. After reading "Buffa l o Bill and the Giant Miner," I \ \ren t to sleep; and dreamed that I and my brother were in a fight with a hu ge bear. We had just five prairie chickens and sat down to ea t dinner, wh en a large bear came but of the bushes. He made ri ght for my brother, when I stuck my knife into his side, but that did not do any good, and he made for me. :Sut just then my brother came to his senses and struck the bear acros;; the head. The bear turned on him, but J had found my gun. As quick as a flash I sent a bullet through hi s brain. Then I started to my br o ther and extended my hand to reach him, but instead I .fell out on the floor and woke up Dream ot a Funeral. ( B.y Fred E Allison, Horseshoe, N. C) One night I was in South Carolina, at a little plac e about fifty or seven t y-five miles from h ome I dreamed tha t a cousin of mine h ad died and tha t r was at her funeral at a church about one mile froh1 home. Father was with me; and I told him my dream the morning when I aw oke We returned h ome, and I r e lated 1ny dream to my mother and she informed me that my cousin was very l ow wjth fever, and iti jess than one I attended h er funeral at s a me ch urch. My cou sii1 well when I left horne;"and I liad not h eard of Her illne ss until I re. :>. A Fall and a Shat. (By Vernard Gary, Mankato, Minn. ) I hacl gone to sleep after reading' Buffaro Bill NO-. 107. Buffafo Bilf arrd I \i ere being c)uiseo by Bour1l::lfog1Pan th e r and his bana I was shot in the side. We gall'opecl along at a swift rate ; and Buffa l o Bill said we would have \ { II


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. to make the Deer's Leap. My horse did not jump way across '\and I fell into the chasm I fell and fell and when I reached the bottom I was picked up by Buffalo Bill, and then I awoke. How Buffalo Bill reached the bottom and picked me l.lP so quickly I could not explain. The falling was caused by falling out of bed. The shot in the side was caused by my revolver slipping down from under my pillow and I had lain on it. Adventure With a. Panther. (By Henry Doehrer, Brooklyn, N Y.) One night, being very tired, I went to bed and had a peculiar dream I and a friend of mine went out for some sport in the woods. We had Rover with us, a large Newfoundland dog. \Ve were walking along when we heard a l ow growl. Looking up in a tree, I saw a larg'e panther and its young We were so frightened that we stood rooted to the spot. Rover commenced to bark, making the panther very cautious The young one made a leap, but was caught in Rover's mouth and killed. Seeing this, the lar ge panther made a l ea p at Rover, trying to avenge the death of the young one. Rover str ggled fiercely, shaking the panther off each time he pounced upon him. At last the panther made a fierce rush and succeeded in tearing the dog to pieces The panther then went over to its young one and licked its wo i ,wds. Finding him J,ifeless, he stood at bay re ady to leap up on us. Just then I hear d a voice say, Bend down, so I can get a shot at him." The, voice was that of a hunter, who fired a shot and the panth e r rolled over, dead. I was exhausted when I woke up and found it to be a dream. A Fox Hunt. .. (By Enppett E. Grant, Hobart, N. Y.) I !O 1 II One night after coming home from town, and b eing tired, I had this dream : I dreamed my partner and I went out fox hunting. The hound started a fox up on the mountain and brought him around where we were. I fired, but missed, and my partner fired too, but neither one of us hit him J ust as I was going to fit;e again I heard a growl in the bushes and there was a big black be a r coming right for me. I was just going to fire, when h e g rabbed the gun from my hand and wai; going to eat me up. My partner fired and killed him, and then I woke up. A Dream of Foolishness. (By A. A. Tayior, Bridgeport, Conn.) Last night I had a very funny dream, which I will try to relate as n ea r as I can. I r eti red at half-past nine o'clock, read a book for a while and fell asleep, and this is what happened: I stepped into ian air-sh i p as it arose from the ground. I felt very dizzy, but soon passed away Then the front. wheels came off and we ran up against a root of a tree just as I got the horse started to run away and I found he had a hind leg caught in the front wheel of my I I -\i--.. i. bic y cle. I rang my bell, but too late-the balloon was losing gas already As we sank toward the ground a young lady stepped out of the clouds cind said: "Will you please l end me your shoes for a little while, for my auto has lost his, but w ill find them when mother shoots th e h e n s Just as I was going to give her my overcoat I fell off the horse cars, and my wife's little brother, George, aged two years, grabbed me and ran into a big tall man, up whom he climbed. When he reached the top story he threw me down and put one foot on m y head and o ne ort my ch est, and began to choke me. I tried to escape, but no use. The guard was all around me. I was doomed I started to run, but found I could not mo ve a step. Just then I awoke and found I was up flat against my bedroom door, trying to go through it. This is no fake, but an actual dream. r The Collis i on. (By Frank R. Miesenhilder, Pal estine, Ill.) One night, after r eading in the daily papers about a collision b etween two fast trains, I had a very curious dream. I thought I was ri<:ling on a train goi n g at the rate of a mile a minute. I was r eading a book to pass away the time. I had just become interested in the book, when all at once I heard a loud crash and fel t myself thrdwn violently from my seat onto the floor. The car I was in was completely demolished. I was cut and bruised in many places by the glass and the timbers which f ell upo n me. All around me I could hear the cries of pain and the groans of the dying and wounded. I began to try to escape from under the debris, but I was too weak and could not. Afte r I had become exhausted I l ay th ere waiting for the rescuers to help me out. While I was l y ing there I began to smell smoke. Then I knew that the cars were on fire. I now tried harder than ever to escape but it was all in vain. All the time the fire was getting closer and closer to me. It was all around me, and th e hungry flames had begun lickin g my face and hands when all at once I awoke in a cold sweat. I was mighty thank ful that it was only a dream The sun was s hining brightly and the air was soft and balmy. Harry and I strolled down the deserted streets in won derment and awe. We had searched for two hours, but not a l iving soul was to be seen in any house or on any street of Chicago. What had happened that all the people had deserted this great city? We examine d stores, houses and theatres, but nobody coul d be seen. In ho uses everything was just as the in habitants had left th em, undisturbed. We walked into one of the big department stores; everything was qt.Ji et. We climbed the stairs and got up into the sporting goods department. We each got a wheel and rode all around the floor, having a fine time. But we soon left the store, and walked down State Street. l


rl'HE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. Standing by the curb was a lar ge automobile. We both jumped in and Harry ran the machine. Up and down Michigan Avenue we rode, and finally Harry suggested that we go and see if any of the banks were open. We rode around to Dearborn Street and entered one of the banking houses there. Everything was just as though all the employees hq.d gone out and left everything the way it y;as. Piles and piles of paper money Hy on the floor of the open vault, and piles of gold and silver money were on the long tables. We both made a rush for the gold, and crammed our pockets full. Entering the vault, we saw long rows of canvas bags on the floor behind the paper money. Opening one of" the bags, we found it to contain silver dollars. and coming to the place, he bent down, and as he did so, shackled his arms behind his back and put him under a large pi ece of board Rushing into the mint, through a door that they had broken, I came across three Italians tugging as hard as they could on the stamp, which weighed about threti hundr ed pounds. Rushing across the room near a winaow, I pulled up some loose boards, and crawling back to them I said, in Italian: "The place is surrounded by policemen, and this is the only way to get out," pointing to the window under which my trap was stationed The three leaped across the room and went "slam-bang!" down the trap. Sneaking down myself I peeped around, and found that all three had been seriousf y injured. I bound them one by one with rope, and carried them out to where the fourth one lay. Then1 hastening to the box of count e rfeit money, I tore all the bills to shreds and was just kicking them around th ground, when I woke up ansJ. found the sheet torn to ribbons, the quilts and comforters hanging on tl e foot of the bed and 'We carried about two bushels of the paper money out arid about five bags of silver money. Then we helped ourselves to the gold, and dumped the whole lot into the rear end of the auto. my brother sitting on a chair, saying, "You're crazy, Jimmie." We then sped down the street in the direction of our hemes, talking about the money. We made up our minds to come downtown again and help ourselves to whatever we\ wanted in the department stores. 'j0I e finally came to a railroad track, and there, on a sidetrack, was an engine with steam up and five coaches behind it. We instantly left the aufo, with its precious load, in the middle' of the street, as there was nobody to run away with it. Climbing up in the cab before Harry, I opened the throttle, and the train began to go We gradually got to goi11g 1faster, until we were going_ at about fifty-five miles an hour . We neared an open drawbridge, and I shut off the and applied the air-brake. We did not sla c k in the least. Then I put on the emergency brake, buC that had y n0 effect whatever. The bridge was only a block away now, and I glanced over the boiler to see if Harry was there, but he was not; he had jumped, I thought. I was about to jump, too, when I A Great Robbery. (By James F. Brady, Brockton, Mass ) One night an Italian tramp came to my house and asked for food. Going to bed, I dreamed I was in an old beg. gar's house in Philadelphia. The old beggar came rushing into the room, crying: "The mint is being robbed!" I{_astily picking an old musket from a corner, I hurried to the mint. Just as I turned the corner to go in, a fierce Italian made a slash at me with a sti l etto, saying, at fne same time : "Stand backa. Carvenero will killa you," Grasping him .by the waist, I said,, in Italian: "I came late, b1:1t we will rob jt just the same." He in .. snare at once, and answered back: "Sura, we willa." He fold me that three counterfeiters were in the build ing, trying to the''gef the U11'lteu Sfa'tes stamp 2,000 $20 bills, which were hidden in an old box outside the fence. Asking him to show them, we startPt:l. On the Trinity. (By Mike Luster, Corsicana, Texas.) I and two boys were camping on the Trinity River last summer We left the m a in camp and went hunting, and enco untered a wildcat. The other boys ran, but I stood stT!l. I was so scared I could not get away. Presently the boys came back with th(!. older men But when the cat saw th e m he ran away. That night L dreamed I was after the same cat and had chased him into a deep hollow whet1 all at onee a panther sprang. at me. I slapped at him with my rifl e barrel and got me down and was standin g over me, when I woke up. I had my knife lying by my side, and my dog, Nero; was s tanding by me raving mad, as a snake had bit him, We kiJ:led' 'him, butI hated to r An A'dvt:4ture j. (By Neil Dougherty, Del.) '" My '\Jought me an air That day I been pla ying with 1t all day;. I )aS tiwed, so I went to b ed early. I dreamed that I went out ip the woods with my rifle. I saw a bear cub and it .had a chicken in its claws. I threw my rifle to my shoulder and fired. I killed the bear instantly the bullet going through the brain. Just th e n I heard a ru st l e of leav es and a big bear stepped out before me. I fired, and missed it. It gtabbed my rifle and broke it. It wa s about to tear me into pieces when I awoke, ._., A Fire Dream. ,, ,(J?y Jacob Roi;en, 1\1o ntreal, Canaifa : ) >,,, l {. Last nig ht in our liouse they were speaking about a fire. I went tD sl. eep and I was between . a great crowd of people. We were'1o o king at a fire it. .. w down: ;..; broke my hand. I heard bells ringing. I awoke and found myself in my own house.


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I .. l. "' I BU!f-fl\LO STORll5S Conta inin g the Most Thrilling Adventures of the Celebrated Government Scout "BUPP ALO BILL" (Hon. WilHam P. Cody). 83-Buffalo Bill's Hard Night's Work; or, Captain Coolhand's Kidnaping Plot. 84-Buffalo Bill and the Scout Miner; or, The Mounted Sharps of the Overlan d. 85-Buffalo Bill's Single-Handed Game; or, Nipping Outlawry in the Bud. 86-Buffalo Bill and the Lost Miners; or, Hemmed in by Redskins. 87-Buffalo Bill's Tenderfoot Pards; or, The Boys in Black. 88-Buffalo Bill and the Man in Blue; or, The Volunteer Vigilantes of Silver Thread City .. 8g-Buffalo Bill and the Outcasts of Yellow Dust or, Fighting for Life ii;i the Blizzard. 90--Buffalo Bill's Crippled Crew; or, Sunflower Sam of Shasta. 91-Buffalo :Bill and the Boy Scout; or, The Tenderfoot Tramper o f the Overland. 92-Buffalo Bill s Young Double; or, A Yankee Boy in the Wild Wes t. 93-Buffalo Bill and the Silent Slayers; or, The Arizona Crack Shot. 94-Buffalo Bill s WaterGauntlet; or, The Mystery-Man's Talisman. 95-Buffalo Bill's Gallant Stand; or, The Indian's Last Victory. 96-Buffalo Bill and the Black Mustang; or, Dick Dearborn s Death Ride. 97-Buffalo Bill s Tough Tussle; or, The Mystery of the Renegade Hermit. 98-Buffalo Bill's Rush-Ride; or, Sure Shot, the High-Flyer. 99-Buffalo Bill and the Phantom Soldier; or, Little Sure Shot's Lone Trail. 100--Buffalo Bill's Leap for Life; or, The Whi te Death of Beaver Wash 101-Buffalo Bill and the Dead-Shot Rangers; or, The Prairie Outlaw at Bay. 102-Buffalo Bill in Dead Man's Swamp; or, Trailing the Red Man Hunters. 103-Buffalo Pony Patrol; or, The Mysteriou s Boy of the Overland. 104-Buffalo Bill in Disgui se; or, The Boy Boomer at Danger Divide. 105-Buffalo Bill's Ordeal of Fire; or, The Siege of Longhurst Ranch. ,106-Buffalo Bill on a Renegade's Trail or, The Whi te Queen of the Mandans. 107-Buffalo Bilfs Balloon Trip; or, Foiling the Apaches 108-Buffalo Bill's Drop; or, Dead Shot Neel, the Kansa Kid. 109-Buffalo Bill's Lasso-)'hrowers; or, Shadow Sam's Short Stop .. 110--Buffalo Bill's Trail; or, The Unknown Slayer of th Black Cavalry 1I1-Buffalo Bill and Silent Sam; or, The Woman of the Iron Hand. 112-Buffalo Bill's Raid on the Midnighters; or, Following a Specter Guide 113-Buffalo Bill at Beacon Rock; or, Drawing Lots wi t h Death. 114-Buffalo Bill and the Wolves of Mexico I 15-Buffalo Bill and the White Buffa.lo; or, The Bla c k Horse Rider. , II6-B11ffalo Bill and the Prairie Hercules; or, The Spectre Soldier of the Overland. 117-Buffalo Bill and the Doomed "Thirteen ; or, Ou t on the Silver Trail. All of the above numbers always on h a nd. If you cannot get them from your newsdealer, five cents a copy will bring them to you by mail, postpaid. STREET & SMITH, Publishers, 238 William Street, New . ..


,,., Largest Circulation of .llny Library Published The. Ideal Publication for the American Youth FIVE CENTS S2 Large Sized Pages, : Clear Type, Handsome Colored Covers The boy of to-day does not care to spend his money for stories that are neither interesting nor instructive. He wants a good, attractive tale, filled brimful of exciting adventures. We know of no stories that so correctly answer this description as our TIP TOP WEEKLY These stories detail the many fascinating adventures of Frank Merriwell and his younger brother, Dick. Both are all-around athletes in every sense, and the many exciting situations in which they are placed, while in competition on the base and football fields, and the running track, will make every boy want to know more of these two sturdy lads. These tales have been written especially in the interest of every American lad, and are truly characteristic of the boys who read them. There are co;npetitions continually running in the columns of this paper, whereby successful teams may win complete outfits, including uniforms. We advise every boy to buy at least one copy and read it. He will be convinced that there is none to equal TIP TOP. Send a 2-cent stamp for a colored cover catalogue of all our b-cent libraries. The following is a list of the latest titles that have made their appearance in this popular weekly : 37r.-Dick Merriwell's Combination; 0r, Playing the Game For Every Point. 372.-Frank Merriwell Marked; or, T h e Mystery of Black Touch. 373.-Dick Merriwell's Firmness; or, A Steady Hand and a Sure Heart. 374. -Frank Merriwell's Gold Train; or, His Great Victory in Mexico. 375.-Dick Merriwell's Mission; or, From Fardale to West. 376.-Frank Merriwell's Battle Royal; or, Up Against the Wizards. Current and preceding issues may be obtaine d from all newsdealers, or will be sent, postpaid, upon receipt of price, by the publishers Smith, 23& William St., New York , .. 1 I ,


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