Buffalo Bill's red enemy, or, The wizard of the Comanches

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rnon;ts @ A Y/EEKLY PUBLICATION DeVOTE:D TO BORDER HIS.TORY lnwd Wee1'ly. fJY Su/Jscrip twn $a.s o per yea r Entered as Second-cla s s Matter at tlle N. Y. Post O ffice, /Jy STREET & SMITH, 7q-8q Seventh Avenue, N. Y. Entered accordingto Act of Cong-ress in Ille y e a r rqo5 i n ; flle Office of the Librarian of Congress, Washin,e-ton, f). C. B e ware of Wild West imitations of the Buffalo Bill Stories. T h e y are a bout fictitio us characters. The Bill weekly is the only weekly containing the adventures of Buffalo Bill, (Col. W. f. Cody) who is known all over the world as the king of scouts. No. 225. N E W YORK Septemb er 2 1905. Pticx Five Cents. : :BUFFALO BILL'S RED ENEMY; r OR, The Wizard of the Comanches. By the autho r o f "BUFFALO BILL." I CHAPTER I. ,,..--CHASED BY COMANCHES. "So they have trailed me! Well, I guessed they wou ld! It was a chance such clever redskins as the Comanches "-wer::: ha::Jly likely to miss, and now there are a hundred of the devils, if there s a sin gle brave! Buffalo Bill's luck will have to stand by him to-day, or he loses his ha i r, to a certainty!" T h e speaker was a man who wou l d have attracted a t tention in any company. He was tall, finely bui l t and handsome There was on his face at the moment this story opens a look of. dauntless courage and resolution. It was a look that well befitted a man of his great re putation as an Indian fighter for he was none otbPr than that famous king of the scouts, Buffalo Bill. He w a s c l ad in the p ict uresque b uckskin garb wt the hunter scouts of the far West, armed with r ifle, re volver and knife, and mounted on a splendid hors e of the mixed American and mustang breed. He had just ridden up to the crest of a sandy ri 1 near the base of a range of hills in Arizona. back, he saw a large body of Indians in column, and com ing swiftly along the very track by which he had trav eled. They were evid ently following his trail. "If I only had a few good scouts, or some o Navajo friendlies :iJy back, I'd stay and make a of it," he muttered "But that's out of the qt There's no sense in showing fight till I'm cornereP then it will be fight or die, and most l ikely botfr, ..tts .ward, old ho rse! Your speed alone can get u s ., he of this scrape. There's cover, but it's twe n h and w e m ust reach it ; r e close


2 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. The nob l e anima l seemed to understand his brave m a s ter's talk, for without t he touch of spu r o r eve n a loud \.vord, he bounded forward on a long, springy l ope, whic h would carry his rider rap i dly t owa r d the only s helter in sight-the wooded cliffs of t h e h ills b eyo n d A mil e o r mor e was pa sse d and anot h e r low ridge w as crested. Buffalo Bill l ooked b a ck, a nd saw th a t t h e Ind ian band, riding fresh ponies a t g r eat speed we r e g ainin g on hi m "Faster !" h e m u t t e re d t o his hor s e and his spur for the first time, l ightl y t o u c h e d i t s fla nk. The anima l h ad t r aveled for t y mil es th a t summer day, in the ea r ly seve n ties, a n d was f eel in g th t effect of its exertion, bu t the ride r k ne w that they must make the h i lls or "go un de r ." The horse responded n obly to th e t o uch of his rider's heel, and s p e d on at a r ate which drew away from the pursuers slig htl y a s th e b o r d e r kin g di s covered wh e n he next looked ba ck. But, with the savage de t e r m ination of wolves following a deer, the redsk i ns kep t on tir eless l y When half t h e distance t o t h e t ree-cla d slopes was done, about half of them were yet nearer than when the scout had first discovered th em Yet there was not t h e slig h tes t l o ok of f ear on his face. His set lips and flashing eyes s ho w ed th a t, thou g h he -'--knew his chance to be a des p e rate one he was determine

THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 3 they could charge down upon the white man at full speed, and thus distract an aim which they knew full well to be deadly. The Comanches were aware whom they were following. The dreaded "Long Hair" had fought against their tribe many a time before, and had been responsible for the death of some of their best braves. They were willing to lose many more warriors as the price of taking his seal}_), for Buffalo Bill was their most dreaded enemy, as he was of the SiGux, the Apaches and all the tribes hostile to the white men in that distant and stirring period of frontier history. Cody saw the redskins halt, but he did not attempt to flee to the cover of the wooded hills near by. He knew I that he could not reach them, and that the Comanches would instantly remount and pursue, if they saw him take I 1 h d. smg e step m t at irectton. /He utilized the time given him by their halt to dig a ,,hallow pit in the sand behind his fallen horse, usi,ng his brbae1-kd,ed hunting knife for that purpose. He had soon made it deep enough to .:over all but his head and I shoulders, and thus give him a better protection against the arrows and bullets of the savages than the body of the horse provided. Coolly laying his two revolvers and a handful of spare rifle cartridges on the horse's flank, the scout cocked his repeater, took a drink of water from his canteen, and waited. "I wish Texas Jack, Wild Bill and some of the other boys were with me. They d enjoy this fight, I reckon." The king of the scouts was at that time in command of corps of frontiersmen attached to a military ex pedition which had been dispatched from neighboring forts to punish the Comanche tribe for several outrages the white settlers. It was while he was out alone, to see whether the redskins had heard of the expedition and taken the warpath against it, that his trail was picked up, and he was brought to bay and faced with the necessity of fight ing for his life against such fearful odds as even he had seldom met. The Indians, who had been holding a consultation while they rested their horses, now mounte.d and extended their .., line, so that they could the border king and sweep down upon him. "They won't com e in a bunch," Buffalo Bill muttered, in a tone of disappointment. "There must be a chief in irommand with a pretty level head. I guess it's Death Hand. He's the cleverest brave in the tribe. He has as much sense as old Sitting Bull himself, and that's saying a lot! Well, so much the worse for me! I'll have to shoot pretty slowly, so as to be sure of hitting." But slow shooting with Buffalo Bill was equal to very fast shooting with most men. Extending their line, and throwing the wings forward until it assumed a crescent shape, the mounted redskins rode forward slowly. It was plain that they meant to save their horses until they got within range, when they would make a sudden and terrible rush. Buffalo Bill counted them swiftly. "Forty-three!" he muttered to himself, grimly. "There's luck in odd numbers!" He watched them intently as they rode toward him. "How coolly they take it!" he said. "They think they've got a dead-sure thing on me. Maybe they have, but I'm not so sure. I don't feel the chill on me as badly as I have in other tight places. If only some of my pards were here, or even Red Cloud and a few of his Navajos!" Readers of former stories in the BUFFALO BILL LIBRARY may remember that Red Cloud, the war chief of the Navajos, had made the oath of blood brotherhood with the king of the scouts, and that they had been through many desperate adventures together, and saved one another's lives time and again. Walking their ponies, the Comanches soon came so near that those on the extreme wings were within range. As quietly as if he were picking off one buffalo out of a herd, Cody raised his rifle aJd drew a bead on the nearest rec;lskin. It was what he called slow shooting, but, as a matter of fact, he had hardly elevated the weapon before he pressed the trigger. The Indian warrior tumbled from his horse, with the death yell on his lips. There was another fatal shot, and then the redskins, knowing that speed only could distract his deadly aim, came down upon him at a wild gallop. Shot after shot rang out from his rifle so fast that it seemed impossible he could be taking aim, yet at every shot a warrior went reeling from his horse. Still they came on, undismayed and yelling at the top of their voices, firing as they came. Their aim, however, was so poor that when, at last, the king of the scouts dropped his rifle and seized a revolver in each hand, he was still unharmed. But now twenty of the Comanche braves were close


4 THE BUFF A LO B ILL STORIES. upon him furious w ith th e desir e for ve n gea n ce for t he losses he had inflicted up o n th em. With a shout as l o ud a s their w ilde s t c r y t h e h e roic scout rose from the little pit he h a d dug for himself, with a revolver in either hand. Standing on the body of his dead horse, he poured a deadly fire upon the rapidly advancing savages. Even this did not s top the o nslaught of the Comanches. They seemed intent on taking hi s life, eve n if only one of their number remained alive to do it. On they came, some falling, but others dashing to the fr ont to take the place of th e dead and wounded. Now, indeed, it seemed that Buffalo Bill was doom e d. He f e lt the stin g in g p a in o f a w ound in his side, where a bullet struck him, luckily only plowing a bad graze in the flesh with o ut d o ing an y more s erious injury. At the same instant he heard wild yells and s houts close in his rear. A cry in the Navajo tongue told him that help had come in his moment of sorest need. Obedient to a loud warnin g shout, he fell prone in his little rifle pit. He had scarcely done so, when a shower of ifle bullets whizzed over his head, sweeping down the Comanches as they halted, panic-stricken, at the sight of the foes who had appeared w ith a s udd e nn ess which seemed like magic, but which was reall y due to the fact that the y had be e n too much absorbed in the fight to n o tice their approach. L y ing flat o n th e g round Buffalo Bill sa w a sco re of red forms leapin g past and o v e r him. He h e ard a f e w scattering s h o ts a nd cra s hing blows, a nd then the dreadful scalp cries of th e Nav ajos told him that the Comanche s in the ver y mom e nt of their anticipated victory over him, had m e t with d e f e at and death. He sta g gered to his fee t, bleeding froin the wound in his side, and found him s elf face t o face with his "blood brother," Red Cloud a tall and finelookin g young chi e f, the pride and glory of the Navajo tribe, over which he ruled. I R e d Clouq s warriors to the number of more than tw e nt y wer e busy s calpin g the dea d Com anche s It seemed as if n o t one o f Buffa l o B ill 's foes h ad esca p ed i n that sud d e n ch a r ge o f the Navajos to his res cue. "Greeti n g, Lo n g Hair !" exclaimed the youn g N a vajo chieftain, g r asping Cody wa r mly by t h e ha nd. "You r brothe rs, the Navajos, v.ere just i n t ime to sav e you from these dogs!" "It' s not the fir s t time I have t o thank you for saving m y lif e R e d Clo ud s aid the border king, gratefully, u sing th e N a va jo 's own lan g ua ge. "But there was never a closer s hav e Tell me, how did you happen to arrive here just in the nick of time? Your hunting grounds are not in this part of the country. Your lodges are far dis tant-unless you have moved them since last I visited you." "One of my young bucks was out hunting, and he met an Apache, who told him that the white soldiers were going to move out from their forts against the Coman ches," Red Cloud replied. "I got together a war party at once and was riding to. offer help to the big chief of the soldiers. The Navajos have no love for the Co manches. Red Cloud would like to take many of their I scalps." "Well, you've made a pretty good beginning," said Bu, falo BiJJ, looking around him at the prostrate bodies of his dead foes. "But there is no time to delay. We must ride into the camp of the soldiers, and report that the Comanches are already on the warpath. It i es it seems to try to take them by surprise. If a stray Apache can have heard the news, as you say, it must be common talk. The secret is out indeed, it can never have been properly kept." "Ugh!" exclaimed Red Cloud, in a tone of the deepest disgust. "The white soldiers can never hide their plans, an y more than they can hide their footprints. The tale of their doin g s is carri e d to every wig wam long before they can move to act. It is a wohder that they ever find the red man when the y seek for him !" Buffalo Bill laughed. He knew very well, in his in most heart, that the white soldiers would have c ess in their campaigns against the redskins if it were not for the aid of such frontiersmen as himself-men used to fightin g the Indians in their own way. -"Red Cloud he said, as he vaulted on the back of a horse which one of the Navajos brought for him, "I owe you my life. The Great Spirit surely sent you. It was not written th at my scalp sh o uld be lifted thi s time Some day I will try t o pay y ou the d e bt I owe you." "My bro ther L ong Hai r owes me n ot hin g ," said the gallan t ycmng chi ef. "He i s the friend of the Navajos. He h as l e d th e m i n their g r eat hunts-he h as fou ght for them i n th eir wars-he ha s sa v ed the life o f Red Cloud mor e t ha n once Th e Nava jos w ill fight for Long Hair while grass grows o r wat e r ru ns The chi ef c alle d his wa r r i o r s in t o him, for they had now finished lifting the scalps of their enemies. He gave


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 5 orders to mount and re s ume the journey, under the guid ance of Buffalo Bill. The horses were brought up from the rear, where they had been left when the Navajo band crept forward over killed in that fight we had with them? I did not look to see, as I ought to have done." "No; Death Hand still lives," said the Navajo. "I told one of my young men to look in the face of each dead a ridge to see who was firing the many shots which they brave. He knows Death Hand, for he has visited his had heard as they were riding along over the plain. Buffalo Bill's wound was quickly dressed by Red Cloud, and then he rode with the others in the direction of the camp where the soldiers were stopping to await the re ports as to the location of the Comanches which were to be brought in by himself and other scouts. The rest of the Comanche war party were too much dis heartened, when they reached the battleground, to care to follow up the victorious Navajos. Late that night Buffalo Bill and his red friends rode into the camp of the soldiers, and the king of the scouts at once sought out the leader of the expedition, Col. Jame!> Kent, and made his report to him. At the same time he suggested that Red Cloud's Nav ajos !:le ld be attached to the body of frontiersmen, un der hJs command, and used for scouting duty, to which the colonel cheerfully agreed. CHAPTER III. / BUFFALO BILL MEETS THE MAD WIZARD. Buffalo Bill found that reports of several other outrages by the Comanches had been received at the camp while he was away, and the soldiers were keen to take vengeance on the tribe. "Surely the Great Spirit has made these men mad!" ex claimed Red Cloud, scornfully, as he listened to the talk of some of the young officers, standing by the side of the chief of the scouts. "They want to march straight into 1-c Comanche country and fig ht. They do not seem to think that they may be ambushed and slain. They laugh when you tell them that there must be careful scouting be fore they can advance. "Do they think that the Comanches are children, tyho know nothing of war? Their talk is the talk of fools Red Cloud's heart is sad with the fear that many scalps of is white friends will be lifted." "It is o!lr business to prevent that, chief said the \ border king, in reply. "We must see that plenty of good scouting is done, and that the !:omanches don't get us in a trap. They have a clever chief in Death Hand. He is one of the best leaders I know. By the way, was he village, and he told me that the Comanche chief was not 1among the slain. He must have been able to get away in the confusion of our charge and ride back to his braves who did not take part in the fight, as their ponies were slower than the rest. I thought we had slain them all. but he escaped." "That is a pity, for he is the most dangerous man among the Comanches," the border king remarked, re gretfully. "My brother is mistaken," said the Navajo. "It is true that Death Hand is a great chief, but there is a more powerful man among the Comanches." "Is that so?" Cody exclaimed in surprise. "I thought he was the paramount chief among them." "That is true," Red Cloud replied ; "but, there is one man who has even greater power in the tribe." "And who is he?" "A mad medicine man-a wizard-whom they call 'Evil Spirit.' He is not a Comanche but a Sioux as I have heard. Yet the Comanches have adopted him into their tribe, and hold him in the greatest honor. He is said to have white blood in his veins, but he hates the whites worse than any full-blooded Indian does. He has used his great power over the tribe to stir up this present fight, I expect." "But why is he so powerful among the Comanches?" Buffalo Bill asked. "It seems stran ge, especially as he is n o t one of them, but only a half-breed Sioux.'' "He is a wonderful man," th e Navajo replied. "They tell many stories about him round the camp fires, when the pipe of peace is being smoked. J "In stature he is a giant, and his strength i s as the strength of ten men. The Great Spirit has made him mad, but he has made him cunning and crafty. as >:'ell. He is skillful in war and in council. He knows all the arts of the medicine men, and there is no man among the Comanches who dares to cross him.'' "He's a dangerous man," the border king. "Our campaign won't be a complete success unless we capture him or kill him. He ought not to be left at large to stir up more trouble."


6 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. Little did Buffalo Bill think, as he said these words, how soon the time would come when he would experience in deadly fashion the terrible prowess of the man wizard of the Comanches. * * * On the day following this conversation between Cody and the Navajo chieftain the colonel in command of the expedition gave orders for an advance to be made into the Comanche country. It was a perilous business, for the column, which num bered nearly a thousand men, had to pass through wooded country and through canyons that wound in and out among a mass of small hills. Cody and his band of scouts, which included, besides the Navajos, those famous borderers, Texas Jack, Wild Bill Hickok and old Nick Wharton, were busy recon noitering in advance of the slowly moving column of troops. They did not mean to let the command fall into a Comanche ambush if they could help it. The object of the expedition was to surprise the chief village of the Comanches, but there was danger that it might itself be surprised in some narrow defile on the way. Buffalo Bill mounted to the summit of one of the hills, and walked along the edge of a cliff which frowned down on a canyon beneath, through which the column of troops was slowly passing He looked about him keenly for traces of the hostiles, but for some time he could see none. Then, as he passed round some jagged rocks on the very edge of the cliff, he came suddenly face to face with one of the strangest and most weirdly impressive figures he had ever seen. It was the figure of a gigantic Indian, who held a huge rock poised aloft in his hands. He was evidently about to fling it down upon the sol diers who were passing in the canyon below. In the instant that he caught sight of him, it flashed upon the mind of Buffalo Bill that here was the mysterious madman whom Red Cloud had spoken of as "Evil Spirit," the wizard and medicine man of the Comanches. "Drop that stone upon the soldiers, and you die!" The Indian turned, at these threatening words, and faced the leveled revolver of the king of the scouts. Buffalo Bill saw that the giant had, indeed, white blood in him, as Red Cloud had said, although his skin was as dusky as that of most Indians. He was a wild creature, of Herculean size and intense ferocity of expression. His strange, rugged face was seamed with many lines that told of the cruelty of bis heart, and the wild, bright light in his restless eyes showed plainly enough, even at a casual glance, that he was mad. As he looked straight at the muzzle of Cody's threaten ing revolver, the madman hesitated. It seemed for a moment that he would defy the scout and send the stone hurtling down into the canyon on its mission of death. But his fierce eyes took in the determined scrutiny of the king of the scouts, and he saw in that fearless face indomitable will and undaunted nerve. Quick as a flash, his look pf ferocity turned to one of cunning. His eyes lost their fierceness of expression, and drooped before the commanding gaze of Buffalo Bill. He turned, lowered the rock to the ground without any seeming effor t, despite its huge size, and faced the man who had cowed 'him, standing like a man utterly subdu by a mightier will than his own. ""1f/ll/T,,,His cruel mouth grinned, his features twitched, his form trembled convulsively, and he said, in a deep voice, in the Comanche tongue "Rash paleface, why do you seek to stay the arm of the Mad Avenger?" Buffalo Bill did not reply to this strange question. He merely told the man, in the Indian language, that he must accompany him as his prisoner. It had occurred to him that, if the maniac was held in such high honor as Red Cloud had indicated, he might prove to be a very useful hostage, far more valuable alive than dead. Nevertheless, he hesitated whether it would not be bet ter to shoot him, for he realized that if the fellow showed fight it would be extremely difficult to carry him alongas a captive. The maniac wore in his belt a pair of large revolvers \;; and an enormous knife, and that he would use them the scout did not for a moment doubt. Powerful as he himself was, and active a d quick, Buf falo Bill did not care for a test of strength with one-who had raised that enormous rock above his head as if had been but a few pounds in weight. So, all things considered, the scout felt that he must use strategy with the madman, and not force or weapons. He gazed at him with the deepest interest. Fully six feet six in height, he was, with massive shoulders, limbs


THE BUFF ALO B ILL STORIES. 7 large and rigid with muscles and weighin g fully two hun dred and thirty pounds, yet of perfect form from head to foot-a veritable Hercules. His face, the hue of and as hardened, was cast in a noble mold, the features bein g perfect, thou g h the eyes were intensely fierce, and the expression of the face was cruelly stern and detennined. The garb of this strange being was scant, consistin g of a bearskin hunting shirt, leaving the arms exposed from the shoulders, and leggins of undressed deerskin while buffalo-hide covered his feet and a foxskin cap covered his head. His hair was unkempt and worn long, and there were streaks of gray in his flowing locks. A rope sufficed for -a_ belt about his waist, and in this his weapons were s_tuck without holsters. Such was the wild being that Buffalo Bill t}Ow pad to deal with-whom he must subdue by strategy or a bullet, not by mere physical strength. ;\yith such a prisoner as thi0 madman, Buffalo Bill felt ... that in an awkward position. The giant's strength was to be feared, and, as he woulci probably also be quick in the use of weapons, he was an ugly customer to handle True, Cody felt that he could kill him with a single quick shot, but his was not the nature to take life unless imperative necessity compelled. If he shot the man down, he would doubtless be doing mankind a favor, for the maniac was an avowed hater of all white men. Still, the scout wished not to try conclusions of a deadly strif.e with the man, but preferred to him to the command a prisoner, if he could do so. For once Buffalo Bill had met one man whom there was reason for him to dread, powerful as he was in physical ..._ .str..eng th and the deadest of dead shots; but he knew not fear. He only felt that he be cautious in handling a man who was dangerous as a wild beast in the jungle Who was the nwsterious creature? What was his his tory? In his life in that part of the country the scout had not heard of him, save from the few words spoken by Red Cloud Cody bade his prisoner precede .. him back from the cliff, holding him under cover of'his The man obeyed with an humble manner and the look of one who was utterly crushed. He seemed to realize that he had met his match, and w ent a i o ng at t h e scout's bidding, with no show of re sistanc e Back from the cliff a quarter of a mile c ame to where Buffalo Bill had left his horse. He ordered the man to halt ne a r the an i mal and, fear ful le s t he might break away from him, forcing him to fire, Buffalo Bill decided to bind him with his lariat. So far he had not disarmed him, but turning to him, he did s o liftin g the revolvers and knife fro m the m a n's belt. Then he took the coiled l a riat fr o m his saddle horn and bade the man place his hands behind him The g iant made no resistance at bein g disarmed, but stood with dro o ped h e ad and downcast e y es. Twice the sco ut ordered him to put his hands behind him b e fore he obeyed; then he started, gave a sigh, and did so. Buffalo Bill s tepped beh i nd him to bind his band s to geth er, and to do so had to pl ace hi s revol ver in his belt. Then quick a flash, the g iant form l e aped backward, the force felling :Buffalo Bill to the ground, and, with the celerity of a tiger's -sprin g h e was upon the scout. Buffalo Bill rallied with great nerve, and as quickly as had been the movement of his foe. He had no time to draw a weapon, so grasped the man with all his force, and at once began the desperate fight for mastery. It was, indeed, a battle of giants Never among the men with whom he had come in contact and some of them too, were giants had Buffalo Bill met his master. The maniac was quicker, stronger and more wiry those with whom he had tested his strength. Cody had fought for life tit'ne and again, writhing in deadly combat with redskin and desperado, and had a l ways been the victor He had been the king of all athletic sports among his fellows, and his powers of endurance were phenomenal. But now he felt that he had met one whose sinews were of steel and bones were of iron His flesh was as hard as the bark of a tree, and, when Buffalo Bill was able to get in now and then one of his terrible blows foll upon the man's head, it did not seem to harm him in the least degree. Over and over they rolled the scout try ing in vain to grasp the revolvers and knife in his belt, the madman seemin g not to care for either. The latter struck no blow, did not seek to clutch the


8 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. throat of the scout in his iron grip-only fought to con quer by mere strength and endurance. The minutes passed away, and still the giants foughtthe maniac for his life, for the scout would have ki1led him now if he could, and Buffalo Bill for mastery. But human endurance has its limit, and at last the size, weight and iron strength of the madman triumphed. Buffalo Bill had met his master in a struggle for vic tory. CHAPTER IV. CODY A PRISONER. There was one thing Buffalo Bill had taken note of through the whole terrible ordeal of his death struggle with the huge foe he was battling with. and that was that the man did not appear to wish to kill him, or to harm him seriously. Several times the scout had noticed that he had been at the mercy of the giant, as far as a death blow was con cerned, for the Hercules had it in his power to kill, had he wished. But this he did not do; and, when at last Buffalo Bit 1 1 could struggle no longer and was helpless, the giant did not strike, but drew toward him the scout's lariat and se cured him with it. Then he sat down to rest, for he, too, was panting like a hard-run hound. He gazed with curiosity upon his enemy, mingled with admiration at his great strength, and seemed to realize that it had been the battle of his life; that never before had he met one whom he could not handle as he would a child. After resting for many minutes, he rose to his feet, and glanced about him. Buffalo Bill had rested, also, but his broad chest still heaved convulsively, and he gazed at his enemy with curi osity not devoid of anxiety as to his next move for the scout remembered that the soldiers were marching on to attack the Indian village, and he was fearful that a warn ing might be sent to the redskins of-their danger, for cer tainly this wild rover of the mountains must be their ,allythe mad wizard. When he felt himself again, the madman took hold of the lariat that bound the scout, unbound his feet, and said, in the Comanche tongue: "Ge"t up !" The scout did so. "Come with me!" "Where?" "To death !" Such an ominous reply would have unnerved many a man utterly, but Buffalo Bill said, in an indifferent tone: "So you are going to kill me, eh?" "I am going to leave you to. die." "Why?" :You are my foe." "We never met before." "You are a white soldier." "Well for the sake of argument, I'll admit it, as I belong to the army." "Then you are my sworn foe." "I do not just see how. You are not a Comanche?" "I hate white men; I slay them whenever it is in my power, so you shall die !" "How have I ever wronged you?" "You are a white soldier." "A scout more properly speaking." "You belong to the army." "I am proud to say that I do." "Then you must die !" I "Why did you not kill me when it was in your power to do so?" "I saved you for a worse fate than sudden death." "Ah! Andwhat?" "I have seen an army of soldiers go by in the canyon." "Granted." "They have but one motive." "Well?" "It is to attack the village of the red men who are my friends. But I must not linger here, for I have work to do." "Lead on, for, as I can do nothing else, I will follow." "No; you will remain here." "All right; I have no say in the matter." "I shall tie you to a tree-that tree yonder, beyond a:ll chance of escape." "Well?" "I will leave you there, while I take your horse and weapons." "To the victor belongs the spoils," was the scout's in different response. "I seldom mount a horse, for I am fleet of foot and have the strength to endure ; but your horse shall bear me up a valley where I know a trail that will shorten the dis-


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 9 tance to the Indian village. See, I tell you all, for I am do not belie v e they can do that, the soldiers will su.":"er sure of your death !'1 "You are very kind." "Your horse will save me a twenty-mile run, and I shall ride him hard, ride him until he drops dead, and then I shall run on my way on foot, and reach the Comanches' village in time to warn them of "And what will you do with me?" "I will leave you here, bound to that tree, to await the retreat of the soldiers; then I will bring the Comanches here, to show them that I am. indeed, their I have captured their terrible foe, Long Hair." "You have the advantage of me in more ways than one, for you know me." "Yes, I know you as Long Hair, one whom the Co manches fear as they do the Evil Spirit one whom they have long wished to capture. They wiH come and find you here, and will take you to !heir village, where you will be burned at the stake.' ap .11rc .ft nerful prospect, surely. But how is it that you -. know me?" "There is but one Long Hair, and you are that one. Now, as I cannot lose time by taking you with me, I will see that you are here when I return for you." It was useless to resist, so Buffalo Bill calmly sub mitted to be bound to a tree in such a way that to free himself was impossible, for his back was placed against it and his hands stretched back and tied tightly, his feet then being made fast. He uttered no word, no appeal, and saw the giant maniac mount his splendid horse and dash away at a speed to kill, leaving him alone and a prey to the terrible thoughts that could not but crowd upon him. CHAPTER V. A TERRIBLE ORl)EAL As Buffalo Bill saw the man nde awav like the wind, he knew that he would keep his threat and ride his noble horse to death, in his determination to warn the redskins of the coming attack of the soldiers. The scout did not however, break down with despair, and, in spite of his own suffering and danger, he thought of his comrades. "That man will warn the redskins, and Col. Kent and his command will march into a trap. "The giant is a fiend, and he will lead the Indians to wipe out the command, if it is in their power. Though I terribly in the retreat. "And I am left here, unable to aid or to warn them. By thunder, but I'm unable to aid myself!" and the scout's face was illumined by a grim smile as he uttered the words. The situation was a novel one. Hitherto the victor, he was, for once, the vanquished. What was more, he was left to his own bitter meditations over the untoward for tune of his capture. If he could only release himself, he would be able to overtake the command, for he could trot along like an Indian for half a clay without tiring. Once warned that he could not surprise the Indian vil !age, the colonel was too good a soldier to go on, but would alter his plans and attack more cautiously. Tugging at his bonds, Buffalo Bill only found how thor oughly secured they were. The madman, as he regarded him, had only too expert in binding bim, and a team of horses could not have broken the rawhide lasso. Once he was sure of this, the scout began to consider his own case. He was certainly 111 a very desperate situation, for, once the madman had warned the r edski!1 village, he would return to him, and not alone. He w onlcl come with foes, whom the scout had every reason to dread. More, he would come with braves who would harass every foot of the trail the soldiers retreated by, and maybe destroy the whole command in detail. The clay. wore away, and the sun glared in the face of the bound scout as it neared the h o rizon. A huge snake crawled by, near h i m, going to his night den, and, as twilight fell, a wolf howled dismally not far away, as though calling his mates to a feast of human The scout still stood against the tree, his hands and feet swelling under the tightening ropes, and his body becoming racked with pain from the impeded circulation of his blood. Darkness came on and the hoot of an owl in a tree near by sounded doubly dismal to the suffering victim. Then there came another long howl of a wolf, and it was answered from afar by the sharper yelp of a coyote. An hour more passed, and the chorus of the wolves had begun in earnest. The howling of the finder cf a feast of human flesh had brought answer from all sides, and, as the night wore


IO THE BUFFALO DTLL STORIES. on, there was 'heard t h e yelping of hungry a nim a l s from every direction. Buffalo Bill had known wood, fores t and prai e all his life, and never had he felt dread of wolves before. He had slept alone upon the p lain and in the mountains count less times, without an atom of apprehension ; but there h e wa s free to d e fend himself; now he was bound and He began to feel that the ravenous wolves would at tack h im as soo n as they felt that he was at their mercy. A single shot have sent them flying: a brand of b u rn ing wood thrown into their midst would have sent them scampering away, but now alas he was at their mercy! They grew bolder and bolder and at last came. so near tha t he c ould see their eyes glittering. the redskins and go t the worst of it. We heard the wolves yelping 2.!:d hurried up, for we thought some one must be in clanger, if n o t you. But we came cautiously, for we didn't know but what we might stumble into a camp of the durned red varmints. How did it all happen?" Buffalo Bill told the story of his meeting with the madman, briefly and hurri edly 1'W e must haste n t o the colonel." he said. "That ma niac has sense -enough t-o arrange for the ambushing of the column further on. I reckon, and we must warn the troops in time." "If the soldiers are caught in one of these canyons, the slaughter will b e terrible," said Texas Jack, who was at that time a scout hardly second in skill and fame c:ven t o Buffalo Bill and Wild Bill. "Right you are. pard said Buffak Bill. 'rtf orwan1's Then he uttered a wild shout, and off they ran, but not the word, and at the best of our speed, too. We must to go far. They quickly returned. and sat on their haunches, howling in chorus, as if chanting a death chant. "It is a question of time only," the prisoner mutterec;l.. "But to be torn to pieces by their sharp t eeth is no worse than being tormented to death-in fact, n o t so bad. And the scout awaited his death with grim fortitude. The night wore on, until at !ast Buffalo Bill felt that it was only a question of a few minutes more. He closed his eyes-to open them suddenly, as, with startled yelps, the wolves dashed away. what had caused their flight the scout soon ascer tained. Some one was approaching I He listened intently, and soon his wonderfully quick ea r s caught the sound of several m e n moving stealthily t owa rd him through the darkness. Were they Comanches, or his own friends? The chief of the scouts waited calmly, without even a twitch of the lips, for this question to be determined. It m ean t to him either life or the most horrible of deaths, but h e did not tremble or flinch any more than an Indian chief would have clone when bound t o the stake. Soon the question was answered, and in hi s favor, b y th e sudde n rushing up of Wild Bill, T exas Jack a nd h alf a dozen other members of the band of scouts under Cody's command. They exclaimed loudly with wo nd er, when they saw their leader tied to the tree "'\Ve were sco uting around to see if we c ou ld find you, as you didn t show ;1p," said Wild Bill, cutting him loose. "We were afraid you must have fallen in with of warn the colonel b efo re it is too l a t&." "But, we go al o n g. we had better scout out and sec if we can ge t any id ea o f the movements of the n,, .-obsetved Wild Bill. "If we can find out where they are preparing their am0ush, so much better. They are hardly likely to bring off their attack before daylight, for they will have to fire from the top of the cliffs, and they could not see to do that in the c;lark." "Good!" said Buffalo Bill. "Have you any horses with you?" "Yes; they are tethered a little way back," replied Wild Bill. "We brought a spare one for you to ride. in case we found you, as we reckoned we In a few moments the scouts had all mounted and were riding on through the darkness to discover the ambush of the redskins and warn the soldiers o \heir danger. CHAPTER VI. EVIL SPIRIT WARNS THE COMANCHES. When the mad wizard turned away :from Buffalo Bill h.is face was that of a demon so full was it of triumph and hatred. He had leaped upon the horse., of the scout, after hav ing thrust bis revolvers and bowie knife into his own belt. With the rifle of Buffalo Bill slung at his back, he started off at a gallop on a trail w ith which he seemed to be th oroughly acquainted. Re ching the valley, there was the lar ge trail left by the passing soldiers, and, riding rapidly on, the madman


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. 11 dashed through the long canyon, coming out some twenty minutes behind the re<;tr end of the command. Then he branched off sharply to the left, and rode ahead at a long sweeping gallop for miles. Buffalo Bill's horse was a large long-bodied, strong animal, with great speed and endurance, but, after half a score of miles had been gone over, under the extra weight of the madman, his weapons and the arms of the scout added, he began to feel the strain. But he was not spared, but still urged on at the same killing pace, until a score of miles had been left behind him. The command had been passed by far to the right, darkness was near at hand, and yet the madman still urged the now tired animal on. Before him rose a range of hills, and straight toward it he rode. He was in a valle y to the left of the command, which apparently stopped at the range, there being no visible gap through it. "Darkn..,..,s came on but still the mad;.nan urged his horse, now onl y able to keep up a slow canter. This came down to a trot as another bile was passed over and, as the range was reached, the animal's strength failed utterly. Leaping from his back, the madman took off the sad dle and bridle and turned him 109se. There he stood, unable to move and panting violently. But the rider had no mercy for him, and, shouldering the bridle and saddle, started off straight up the side of the range. A climb of half a mil _e, and he came to a narrow break in the range. An hour's climb brought him to the summit, and there he beheld a striking and picturesque sce:ie. It was a valley in the summit of the mountain range, and through the valley bounded a stream. Upon each side of the stream for several miles, glim mered camp fires, and their light revealed a hundred tepees. It was the Indian village where dwelt the Comanches, under their leader, Death Hand, a bitter foe to the whites. Down the slope into the valley ran the madman, pass ing Indian braves here and ther_e, who gazed at him with awe, while, as he dashed by the tepees, women and chil dren fled from him in terror. All seemed to know him, and, half-breed Sioux though he was, all greeted him with reverence. Seeming to know his way, he ran on toward a cliff, at the base o f which was some timber, among which were half a dozen large tepees. A bright fire burned before one, and there were gath ered half a dozen chiefs, one of whom, a very tall, sinewy redskin, was decked out in all the regalia of a paramount chief. "The Evil Spirit!" cried a number of voices as the madman dashed up to the group. 1 "Yes, the Evil Spirit I am, and come to warn you that the paleface braves, fi'.le hundred or more strong, are marching upon the village, and are to attack you when the light drives the darkness away, by hurling iron from their wheel guns into your midst. "You have no time to fight them, but must hasten at once further into the mountains, and strike them before their retreat, for I will tell you where, when and how. "The Evil Spirit has spoken," and the madman, having spoken in the Comanche tongue, folded his arms calmly Here he halted, laid down the saddle and bridle and upon his broad breast, heaving violently from his long weapons o f the scout, tightened his belt and then started 6ff through the narrow canyon at a long, running gait that would carry him along at a seven-mile pace an hour on level land. The canyon was a long and winding one, but came out upon the other side of the range and overlooking a valley. The darkness of the night did not for a moment check the madman's speed, for he bounded down the mountain side with great l l aps, reached the valley, and again kept up his swift and steady gait for miles. Then he began to ascend another range. He seemed untiring, and never once paused for rest. and rapid run. It was evident that the giant madman held influence in the Indian tribe, from the manner in which the chiefs who heard his words regarded him. They seemed to stand in awe of him, and even the mighty chief, Death Hand, wa s most respectful in his manner of addressing him. "The Evil Spirit is welcome to my village. He brings tidings to frighten most of my women and children, though my young braves know no fear of their paleface foe. But he t e lls me what my warriors do not know, and my scouts are abroad alwa y s." "Then your scouts are asleep, or so intent on hunting


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. that they do not know what the palefaces are doing," was the reply. "I tell you, chief, that not four hours ago I passed the paleface warriors on ponies, on foot, with wheel guns, crawling like some great rattlesnake through the mountains to attack your village. "I saw your dread foe, Long Hair, the paleface man of many scalps. We fought. I was his master. I bound him with his own lariat to a tree to await the return of our warriors and give him i:o them to burn at the stake. "Then I took his horse, and rode on after the crawling serpent of the palefaces. "I passed them by, came on to the further range, left the horse of the paleface, and ran on foot here to tell you of your foes' coming. "I tell you now you have no time to fight them, for they will kill your young men and destroy your village. "Retreat at once where they dare not follow you. Leave your tepees standing throw wood on your camp fires, and let them find, when they arrive, a deserted village. "Take your women and children, your old people, crip pied and sick, to a place of safety, mount you r bx:avest warriors on their best ponies, flank around and head off the retreating palefaces at the head of the pass; strike swiftly and surely, and you will hear a wail of anguish from the palefaces whose echoes shall not be silenced for many moons. "The of Evil has spoken. He is silent, but he, for one, will not die impassive before the wheel guns of the white devils whoni he hates!" A murmur of appreciation ran through the assemblage as the madman ceased his impressive speech. Without hesitation, the chief responded : "The Evil Spirit has spoken well. He is the brother of my people. His words shall be obeyed. "Let the alarm be given. My people must move at once. We will retreat to the secret ambush in the moun tains." The camp almost at once became a scene of feverish activity. The cattle, stolen from the whites, were driven rapidly up the trail, followed by the women and children, who were intrusted with the pack animals loaded with such s tore of provisions and household goods as the hurried order of the chief permitted to be removed. Evil Spirit rode side by side with Death Hand. As the l two s wung along in advance of the cavalcade of their fol-, low e rs, they laid out their plan of action. To the superstitious redskins the voice of Evil Spirit, on whom they believed the affliction of the gods had been laid, was as law. Nor was this only title to their respect. They knew him not only as a maniac, but also as a powerful medicine man. His strange habits and solitary vigils in the loneliest parts of the mountains marked him to the tribe as some thing more than human. To them he was the Heaven appointed scourge of the hated whites. The plan of Evil Spirit, to which Chief Death Hand listened as they rode along, was simple. It was to tell off the bands of braves, under various chiefs, and dash boldly on to the attack. Then he, Evil Spirit, would guide them to one of the places of ambush he knew, and show them where the force of the whites could be struck at without any danger to themselves. The great chief heard and was pleased. He called his head braves about him, and gave them their orders. By sunrise they were to have their warriors ready to move to the place of ambush agreed upon between himself and ./the Spirit of Evil. So it was that early dawn saw two thousand painted and feathered braves on the march for the pass. The women,and children and such of the camp paraphernalia as was not needed had already been sent to hidden fast nesses in the mountains, where the wily redskins well knew the soldiers dare not penetrate. It was early afternoon when Death Hand and his ter rible ally, Evil Spirit, rode up to the spot where the latter had confined Buffalo Bill. The ponies had been left in the valley, and the redskin warriors followed their leaders on foot. All along the edges of the canyon piles of jagged rocks had been placed as missiles. The Indians, leaving scouts on watch, care fully reconnoitered, and then went back into the timber to await the call to battle. They intended to strike at ___.. the troops as they returned. Evil Spirit was mad with rage when he found his pris oner had escaped. The footprints told him the story of the rescue plainly, but he knew it w;;is useless to pursue. CHAPTER VII. RUNNING THE GANTLET --'Buffalo Bill and his brother scouts were in a serious dilemma. Mornin g had dawned They had scouted around the brow of the cliffs, carefully and cautiously, and had dis


THE BUFFALO BILL ST O RIES 13 c overed the Com a nch es in fo rce in a position w hi ch t h e s oldiers were bound to pass. 1 From the roc k s ab o ve they c o ul d o pen a terrible fire on the column as it pa s sed be. neath o n i ts w a y back from the d eserted v ill age Already, fr o m their positi o n hig h above, t he s c outs could see th e column on the mov e Col. K ent and hi s c o mmand would pa ss b e n e ath the p l ace w h e r e th e Com an ches we r e ambu s h ed T h e r e was but o n e thin g t o d o t o ride an d s a ve t hem. But th e p os i t i o n o f th e re s p ec t ive p atti es w a s s uch th a t th e s c o ut s could n o t r eac h the so l d i ers withou t runnin g t he gantl e t o f the r e d s kin s a lread y l y in g in amb u sh. It was a c h ance that no t one ma n in a th o u s a nd would ha v e take n for i t seeme d to mean c erta in de a th. There w a s n o t on e of the sco ut s who was n o t a m a n of g reat bravery as men go. Yet t h e re was o nl y o ne m an i n the company r e ad y to acce p t that awful ri s k1 That man need it be said ?--was Buffalo Bill Afte r taking a keen g lanc e a t t h e posit i on of t he t w o parties, he determined on the onl y course that w a s poshis mind to eithe r warn the soldiers of the trap they were marchin g into, or g ive his life as the pric e 1 of his attempt to save them. He had seen enou g h through reconnoiterin g t o know that, with hundreds of red s kins firing do w n upon t he sol diers s howers of arrows rifle s h o t s and a r ain o f rocks, the result in the crowd of men in the cany o n w ould be terrible. "Hundre d s will tall, an d d o ubtl e s s among the first w ill be Col. Kent, he argued to hi s men. "You see ," continued the Indians w ill have every __ advantage, for they cannot be reached without a ride of s e veral miles and all the w ay they can pick off the sol diers and the n e s cape to the rid g es, if indeed they are n o t in force enough to stand th eir g round. With th e colon e l warne d he will k e ep out of the trap. He c a n s h ell th e cliff s w ith hi s g un s s e nd th e c ava lry o ne w ay and th e infantry an o ther, and catch the redskins b e tween two fires. "Now, you see, pards !_he Indian s c o uts are o nl y watch i n g alon g the cliff s, the main fo rce b eing b ac k in the t im be r i n h iding, so I w ill onl y h ave the g a n tlet o f a f e w sh o t s t o run." T h e scouts d i d no t see i t i n t hi s way, fo r they k new tha t t h e few shots the i r c h ief r efer r ed to would be many before t h e e n d of the canyon was reached T hey knew tha t Buffalo B ill w a s t aking d eadly ris k s t o save t h e lives o f others, and they a d mired him the m o r e for i t, th o u g h the y urged him not t o go. But the s cout was determin e d, his min d wa s mad e up, an d, his h o r se h av in g been brought up b y o ne of the men, h e turn ed to mo un t wit h ou t furthe r de la y "If I go u n der pa r ds, tell th e col o n e l I tried t o d o m y b e s t. I w ill l eave m y r ifle, for I do n o t wi s h an y extra we i g h t to carry. Well, goo d -by, for I'm off." With this he l eaped i nto his sadd le, gath e r ed bis r eins w ell i n h and, a n d wit h a n od. was away. He soon s h ot full in to v i ew from th e cli ffs, b u t as goo

14 T : -IE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. As he saw his enemy fall to his death t he scou t gave a shout of triumph, which was answered by a yell of de fiance from the Indians and the rattle of a volley from their rifles. Buffalo Bill's horse gave a bound and a whinny of pain, as a bullet lodged in his neck. A sharp, stinging pain in his shoulder apprised the scout that he himself had not escaped unscathed. He realized, however, that the wound was slight. His horse answered nobly to the touch of his spurs and, as they dashed along, the Indian scouts began to fire on them from the cliffs. The redskins were determined to stop the progress of the bold scout. Arrows V'{liizzed past him, bullets rattled in showers about his head, and in their desperate efforts to kill or cripple him the Indians even hurled great rocks down into the canyon. The knight of the plains seemed, however, to bear a charmed life. A_t last he shot, unscathed by the missiles of his enemies, round a bend and into full view of those whom he had risked his life to save. His horse had been hit several times by bullets, and two arrows hanging to his haunches showed that the red skins' missiles had sped true. At last one arrow flew straight to the heart of the horse Buffalo Bill rode. --.).. As tiie animal staggered and seemed about to fall in a heap beneath him, the king of the scouts realized that his mount had received its death wound. The 1noment was a desperate one. The bOrder king drove his spurs deep into the flanks o f his wounded horse. The noble animal answered to the touch and plunged forward. The terrific effort of the wounded, dying beast saved the s cout's life. As he reached the end of the terrible gantlet of death which he had run, the cheers of the soldiers rang loud in his ears. Buffalo Bill had once more defeated his redskin foes, and savec!_ Col. Kent's command from what had seerriec" almost certain annihilation. CHAPTER VIII. TH MAD WIZARD AGAIN. To e fir st man to grasp Buff alo Bill's hand as he dashed t:p to the head of the column, was Col. Kent himself. "Bravo, Cody!" h e cried. "You ran the gantlet in great style But for you we would have been caught in a trap!" "There are more than a thousand braves in the cliffs there, hidde n back in the timber! gasped th e scout. "They can t ambush you now, but they will try t o pick off your men, one by one, unless yo u drive them out of their cover with the field guns." "Good !" exclaimed the colonel. He turned to a young officer who was riding b y his side "Tell Major Roy to unlimber the guns and get to work o n those cliffs at once," he added. The aid-de-camp galloped away. Soon the gunners had their orders, and the light field guns, pointed, by the direction of Buffalo Bill, at the places where the Indians were concealed in greatest mtm bers began to roar and send out their dread messengers of d ea th. The shells flew over the cliff bursting in the timber beyond. They rained death into the midst ofthe !"__edslr;,. and their ponies alike, and soon the survivors were seen in full flight. Then the guns were taken to another position from which the y could shell the braves as the y fled. The soldiers, dismounting from their horses, bega n to climb, b y a succession of ridges, up the face of the cliff with the h ope of takin g the r edsk ins on the flank and turning their retreat into a hopel ess rout. They fired as they advanced and the Indians were rap idl y driven back losing many of their number. Soon they were in full flight, but they did not find it so easy t o get safely away as the y had anticipated. Buffalo Bill guided a small force of mounted men, at a swift canter up a narrow trail to the brow of the cliff, and they rode down the redskins and slaughtered th e in by the dozen. Within an hour the battle was won. The Indians had sustained a terrible loss which made the small list of casualties sustained by Col. Kent's command seem trifling. The cleverly laid plot of the mad wizard of the Co manches had come to nothing * * * For the greater part of the clay the pursuit of the flee ing redskins was kept up, and the Navajos who had allied themselves to Buffalo Bill s scouts were foremost in it.


THE BUFF A LO BILL ST OR I ES. 15 Whil e t 1y a Comanch e was sent to the h appy hunt in g scout had is before night fell. in gs. But wh la s t squad of ca v alry r eturned from the purs uit f the sun set. o graves Th Ken t g a ve the orde r t o camp fo r the ni ght, but ere b 11as o n e m an in th e column w h o f elt that hi s work head oarc Jy just begun. The he1o nder w h ethe r C o d y ever sl ee ps?" sa id an offic e r At one n v the b order king mount his hors e and ride away saber, darkness. the fifth can he be afte r now, in Heaven's name?" won brimmed 1 young lieutenant who was sm o king an afte r-The mapipe w ith the first s p eaker. "The Comanches their grahpi What more is there to do? It i s simpl y a of followilJ.g them up at our lei s ure and punish larg e kni:m. ; \ --.n

I G THE BCFF \ L O B I L L STO R IES. :let in giant mu sed for a m o ment and t h e n turnin g abrup t l y "Bu t you w e r e h e r e?" ght i n exclaimed : "I h ad j u s t come from the c amp when I s a w "There is much that you can tell me. Mount the horse, lant e rn. cli ffs and, as we go along, I will questi o n you. Your horse is killed You may ride mine. I will walk." "Where are we going?" "You will see / was the laconic reply. Once more the scout remained silent. He was study ing the nature of his captor. That h e was really insane, the border king felt convinced. As he realized this, the thought struck him that he might b e abl e t o pla y on the man s mental aberration in a wa y that might eventually prove of advantage to himself. With this thought in his mind, the scout arose, as best he could for his bonds, and asked the aid of the wizard to mount his horse. This assistance was given in an unexpected way. The mad giant stooped, and placing his arms about the bor der king s powetful frame placed him in the saddle as easily as one would mount a child. "You are the most muscular man I ever saw !" ex claimed the scout in astonishment at this exhibition of strength. "I weigh over two hundr e d and have never yet met the man who could lift me with the ease that you do." The madman did not repl y to this compliment but his face reflected the pl e asure he felt. Bu ffalo Bill in w a rdly congratulated himself. He well knew that the insane are readil y susc e ptible to flattery. Once he had placed th e white man in the saddle, Death Hand' s all y proceeded to tie him there with thongs of green hide. He also took possession of the scout's weapons, and hangin g them out of reach on the horn of the saddle proceeded to lead the horse in an opposite direction from the camp. "You are not going to the camp, then ?" inquired the m y stified scout. "No; I have just c o me from there. "Ah, did y ou see th e colonel ? Cod y asked, ironically. "I was speaking to him of y ou onl y a sh ort time ago." { f I have not seen him, y et he has heard from me to night," was the s ulle n reply. "What?" The s c out ould not r e strain an exrression of ama z em ent in h i s t o nes. I s h ot th ree of his s e ntin e ls." "Y Otl did ''Yes-to 11i_:: ht .. Do y ou mean to sa y that y ou killed three men scout. the ver y e y es of the camp? o pick "I said so." o ut o f "And got away?" "Bah I what do I care for y our blue-coated 'of soldiers? b y his Buffalo Bill re garde d t h e mania c in sil e n c e for ment The n he exclaim e d in appar e ntl y a w e u w ork tones: "You are the mos t w o nd e rful man A g ain an ex pre ss ion o f deli g ht played acr os s t ght fie l d man s f eatures. Buffalo Bill not e d his s atisfact i at th e went on: nu m "Tell m e how y ou did it?" '"" A s I have k illed man y a hat e d pal e face be fore! Hav e y ou, as a s cout for go tten th e m y st e r i ous death s o f the sentries of Fort V ale? Why, have not s ome of yo11 scouts even d i s appeared w hile your friends hop ed y o u were hot o n our trail and ab out t o capture us?" For reply, Buffalo Bill gave a long whistle. He ap peared to be dumfounded b y what the other had t o ld him. By Jov e !" h e e x claimed. "That's' so! Several of th e s entinels at Fort V ale have b e en picked off of late. Why I hav e lost several scouts while on the trail! Who did it?" The madman s eyes flashed with pride and hate. "I did!" he said drawing himself up to the full meas ure of his great height. "I hate your paleface race! One by one I will w ipe the m out and the great plain s will be once more ours Had I but been on the cliffs to day the daring rid e r who defied our warriors and es caped in s a f e t y w ould ha v e paid for his boldness w iff i his life. It was his daring that lost us the battle, for he told the troops of our ambu s h on the cliffs." A s he finished speaking th e redskin lapsed into a moody silence. Suddenl y he burst into speech. "Who wa s he ?" he exclaimed. Buffalo B ill s a n s w e r came as sharp as a rifle shot: I w a s th e m a n !" T he m ad Indian s t arted The g l are of m a li g n ance th a t had lit u p his eyes at t h e words o f the scout soon fa ded, a nd was repbced b y a look o f admiration "It w a s like you," he said, with som e thing like friend -


TIIE Bl:FF .\ LO BILL STORIES. 17 Whil scout h.':iis tones. "Some of them told me it was Lon'.; mgs. I lat;ghed at them. I thought you were far But' of grav:io you hate soldiers so?" TI ;e words, the madman halted, and turned to1 e n h db scout. There was fury in his eyes. ea oa Bill met his stare of insane hatred calmly. As The l I. h d f I met, somet 1mg m t e stea y gaze o t 1e scout A t onJ awe the giant wizard. saber, v. good cause to hate them he said, almost the fifth .They try to steal our country. I am sworn to brimme d till I myseli am gathered to the great hunting The rr their g :hpc.he turned once more, and they journeyed on Thoui:tc for some distance. By this time day had large knind in the light of the morning Buffalo Bill ob and ly with the trained eye of the plain s man, that his captor left no trail. The scout had been in hopes his friends might track him. With all the cunning of his race, the ma,dman walked, and led .. on which the scout was mounted, only over the most rocky portions of the trail. Nor was this the limit of his cunning. The scout had noted during the night the frequent pauses they had made. He now saw the reason for this. Suspended from his middle the redskin giant bore a huge grizzly bearskin. When it was impossible to find a spot sufficiently hard to leave no traces of their passage, he would drag this skin over the trail the pony had left, and then, with the cunning of a madman, fit the feet of the skin to his own, and leave what were apparently the tracks of a huge grizzly. Sometimes, too, he would reverse the tracks. The scout realized that he had in his captor one M most shifty and crafty foes he had ever encountered. 'Fhe b0rder king knew that the trail the mad wizard was leaving would baffk even the most skillful and ex perienced of his scouts. "He's a dandy, and no mistake!" he muttered to him self. "But perhaps he is a little too cunning. Let's hope so, anyway. If some one doesn't pick up my trail, things look just about as black as they for ru-.e." CHAPTER IX. I J N THE MANIAC'S CAVE. Later in the clay, h owever. the b o rd er king's admira' tio n for the mad "soldier s layer" was reluctantly 111-:re ased. After the sun had be e n up for a coupl e o f hours, the giant still made no halt, moving on apparently as if he were a man of steel, and had no intention of stopping for rest or. foo

18 THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. ,J a fiendish laugh rang from the madman's lips as his vie tirrt struck the water. "Now," said the mad giant, turning, with a look of terrible triumph towFtrd Buffalo Bill, "we are safe from I L pursuit, even should th e horse ha.ve left any tracks." tf_. I The inhm1'an act of the :madruan had got Bnffalo Bill's temper up, but his goqd sepse c011trolled him, and he simply said: "Yes. That's good for you." "You are now cut off from your friends." "You show remarkable foresight," was the rej cinder. "Now. you'll have to walk, was the Indian's next remark. "To the Indian village? Why, that's miles away, over those mountains !" "We are not going there." "Where, then?" "To my den, for I live like a wild beast." "Is it far?" "Not very. But why do you want to know?" 1Well, you see, I'm a little lame, and these things on my feet make it pretty hard for me to walk. Must I wear them ?" "Yes, for I leave no boot track behind me for the pale faces to trail us by." Buffalo Bill saw thel:'e was no use in further argu ment, and accepted the situation. "All right, old man; jump right ahead," he said. When they reached the end of the ridge, the madman lialted, and told Buffalo Bill to take his feet out of the bear claws. He down the c,lifflike side of the ridge. "We must climb down here," he "for, you see, no horse could come this ;,.;ay." . "That's so, and it's pretty dizzy work for a man." The madman swung o;ver the cliff. t scout fol -.,.::... .) .. 10\,; ed. Slowly they worked their way down the face of the rock. At last they reached a small canyon, about a quarter of a mile from the va1ley below. It was thickly fine, _grass, and there w ::ilso a deep, clear pool of watt;r, evidently fed by a spring-. There was a horse on the 1 grass, and, as he qmght sight of the two men, he delightedly. The scout recognized the animal, with a start of joy. It was his own-the one which had been stolen from him when he became a prisoner the first time. "He knows said the Indian, with a glance of admiration at the splendid animal. "I was afraid you had ridden him to death," was the response. "He'd be pretty hard to kill," muttered the wizard; "but, unless I am mistaken, your time to die has come!" He raised his hand and pointed to a small cave mouth in the cliff overlooking the valley. "There is my den he said, "and there you will re main till I decide how you are to die." Cody did not seem at all affected by the sinister words of the mad wizard, b11t gazed about at the strange, little valley and all that it held with eager interest. He was not the man to despair. His life had been passed in facing almost daily perils; but, as he gazed about him, and realized the almost absolute impossibility of anyone who did not know the trail ever reaching the secret valley, he felt the need of all his fortitude and resource. "After all, while there is life there is hope!" he mused, as he followed the giant madman toward the opening of the cave in the cliff. ,.,.-\.,.It was almost completely concealed by a mass of shrubbery that grew there. However, the opening ad mitted light enough to enable the scout to see what kind of a place it was to which his captor had brought him. It was, indeed, as the madman had said, a den. It ran back some thirty feet, and was abotH ten feet in width .in its widest parl In the further end was a pile of buffalo skins and several blankets. Near the entrance was a natural fireplace,. and a pplit in the rocks above formed a rough-and-ready chimney. Stones served as andirons, and the cooking utensils were a frying pan, coffeepo.t; and skillet. A tin cup, tin plate and knife and fork com pleted the household furnishings. For a cupboard, a hollow log, supported on rocks, served: The madman evidently more civilized in his personal tastes thall--" most Indians. A couple of rn,uskets had been ingeniously fitted as a trap in the rear of the cavern, and lariats had been stretched across and round 'the trigger, so that anyone entering, and not knowing the combination, would be killed. A wolf lyi;n' g dead : in the mouth of the cave showed that even light tc..'uch had set off one of the muskets, w hich weredoaded with buckshot, and made him a vic dm as he was trying to kidnap the deer meat. Red trails leading from the cave told that others had been wounded and sent howling away


THE BUFF.-\LO BILL STORIES. the madman was unspnnging his deat h trap, the scout had a chance to t ake in the cave and its su rround mgs. But what particularly struck his attention was a group of graves under the pines. There were five of them and at each was a strange headboard. The headboards told the story, and a sad one. At one was a cavalry carbine, at another a trooper's saber, while two more had muskets at the h ead, and on the fifth a bowie knife was driven through the broad brimmed sombrero of a scout. The madman had kept trop hi es of his victims to mark their graves with. Though had only two revolvers in his belt and a lar ge knife, there were weapons in plenty in the cavern, and belts of scouts and so ldiers too. "Well, this is my den, and here you are to be my prisoner, Long Hair," the maniac said. _,_ See, I can keep even you here, for, though I have not the luxuries of the palefaces, I have the necessities for a man who hates them as I do!" He went to the rear of the cavern as he spoke, and came back with a long and heavy chain and some irons. The sco ut then noticed that a chain hung down through the chimney crevice in the rocks, and to this the madman fastened one end of the chain he held in his hand, lock ing them to ge ther with a stout padlock. Unbinding the hands of the scout, he then put hand cuffs on his wrists, connected b y a several feet in l eng th. Then he placed a manacle around one ankle, and locked the end of the chain to it, gave the scout some thirty feet of space to go to and fro, in and out of !fie "Yo u are safe now, and so we'll have something to eat," said the madman, with one of his cunning leers, whic h meant so much. Ah, yes I'll be quite comfortable, if you will only ... l et me my roll of blankets here. 1 see that you have t:1e roll that was on my owh horse, a s well as th e!. saddle and bridle, and you have the other outfit too. we'll be quite at home, pard, and I'll do the cooking. The madman seemed pleased by this cool sp e ech. He th rew the scout both rolls of blankets and the provisions, while he took a tin bucket to the pool for water. B uff a l o Bill was h ungry, and was going to have a good, squa re meal, despite his terrible position. He would l et the future take care of itself and just then look out for the present. So, when the madman brought the water, he set to work and got up a really good repast. His captor ea t like a wild beast, and seemed to enjoy it. Then the s cout took from his traps which had bee n last captured with him a pipe and tobacco, and gave it to the man, he smoking his other pipe. The madman enjoyed it g r ea tly, as night was near at hand went to hi s bed back in the cavern, and was soon fa s t asleep. Buffalo Bill sa t for a long time in thought, but, as ni g ht fell, he spread his blankets and also retired to r est The night passed wi thout any disturbance but the dawn of day found the madman up and he went for wate r as though anxious to have the scout prepare break fast. This Buffalo Bill did and the madman again ate rav enously, and afterward enjoyed his smoke, the scout fill ing the pipe for him. Then his captor found another somewhere, and brought them both filled with water from the pool. "This will have to last you for several days, for I am going away," he said. "Where? "To the rendezvous of the Comanches, to which they fled after the fight," and the madman gave a cunning Jeer. "All right; I'll keep house until you get back." "You can't g.et away." Don't want to-I'd rather live here with you." The man smiled, as though pleased, and then, after seeing that the scout was secure, he started off from the cavern without uttering another word. Buffalo Bill was left alone in irons! CHAPTER X TEXAS JACK ON A LOST TRAIL. Buffalo Bill 's d eparture from the camp had caused little comm e nt, for he was, of course, in the habit of making scouting expeditions at all times and seasons. But when he did not return, after many hours, it struck his friend T exas Jack tha t something must be wrong. He knew that the present time was one when the


20 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. chief of the scouts would not voluntarily be long absent from camp, as his help and advice might be called for at any moment by the colonel in command. At last, after pondering over the matter, Texas Jack decided that he would set out by himself, ai:id see whether he could pick up the trail of the king of the scouts. He would have been gla d to have had the help of Wild Bill or Nick Wharton, bu1 it happened that they were both assigned by th.e_ colonel to supervise the sentries around the camp, and see that they kept careful watch. Nothing was more likely than that a few of the red-' skins might try to avenge the defeat they had sustained by creeping on the sleeping soldiers and killing some of them treacherous1y, as the mad wizard, indeed, did. Mounting his horse, the scout rode away alone in search of his friend.' As he could not have Wild Bill or Nick Wharton to come with him, he did not care to have anybody. It was about ten o'clock in the morning when he started. He had soon ridden to the crest of the hill up which Buffalo Bill had been seen to go, and he was on th

THE BUFF ALO .BILL STORIES. 21 So on he pressed once more, until the shadows of the trees began to lengthen as the sun neared the western horizon. He knew that he could not then reach the camp again until late in the night, and that there would be alarm felt for his fate, as well as the chief's, but on he went. Suddenly he saw an opening ahead, a vista through the trees, and the trail he followed led straight" to it. The nature of the ground here made the iron-shod tracks more distinctly to be seen, and, as Texas Jack rode into the opening, he came out upon a cliff. A roar reached his ears, and he kt\ew that a torrent was dashing along far below in the valley. He halted within fifty feet of the edge of the cliff, and, dismounting, went forward on foot. It was a bold point of land jutting out from the ridge, ald going off sheer downward five hundred feet, where foaming torrent dashed madly along. But it was not the height he looked down from that : made the dizzy, but the fact that the trail of the hron=snoiut,.rrs went directly ov'r the cliff! There was no doubt, no mistake. . Texas Jack had found the. end of Buffalo Bill's trail. He stood like one who had been struck a stunning blow. The discovery he had made dazed him. He had followed the trail to the end, and had found what? The indication that his chief had ridden to his doom over the cliff. Having recovered from the first shock, and subdued I the emotion that had almost overwhelmed him, Texas Jack set to work. He had an hour yet of sunlight, and he would see .vhat it would reveal to him. Takii:g his horse to a spot where he could feed, Jack ..-u'f'ISfiltclled and unbridled him, so as to refresh him for the rapid ride he intended to make back to camp through the night. He then went again to the cliff, and began to thor oughly investigate the trail. There were the iron tracks made as the horse went along at a walk, and, withou t seeming to see his danger, had gone over the cliff. tracks showed where one fore foot had just caught the edge, broke the earth away, and the other hoof had tried to catch a hold to prevent a fall. The hind feet had scraped and struggled a second, in a mad scramble to prevent the fall, and they had broken the cliff edge as they also went over. There was no doubt that the animal had walked over the cliff. Looking coolly downward, Texas Jack beheld where the horse had fallen, six hundred feet below. He could only have splashed downward into the swiftly flowing torrent, and been swept away beyond the reach of discovery of mortal man. But was there a rider on the unfortunate animal? Buffalo Bill had been the rider of that steed, and, if he had been in the saddle then, he, too, must have gone to his doom. Texas Jack, with a feeling of fear in his heart, tried to hope that the horse had had no rider on its back when it went over. But would the animal go without urging? He thought it very unlikely The tracks indicated that there had been no halt, no hesitation on the cliff, until the fore feet had gone over, and then the desperate struggle had come. The scout wondered whether his friend and leader, worn out by all he had passed through, had fallen asleep in the saddle and gone over the cliff without sedng the danger that confronted him. This seemed the most likely solution of the problem. But would not the horse have seen? Texas Jack thought for a moment that it must have done; but then it struck 4-iim that the animal, tired and drowsy, might have been moping along, as horses often do, more than half asleep, and had not realized where he was going until it was too late to save himself from the fatal plunge. Texas Jack walked back along the trail, and found that I the horse had branched off toward the cliff in a seemingly aimless manner There was a faint trail along the ridge, which had been made by and other wild animals, and along this trail the iron-shod had traveled until they turned off toward the cliff. The scout made a thorough search, and read all the signs with his trained and skillful eyes, coming at last to the conclusion that the horse, half asleep, had branched off from the trail and gone over the cli,ff; But, still, he thought that there was a faint hope that the rider might have saved himself, and, accordingly, he went on along the ridge, looking carefully from side to side for any tracks made by a human foot


22 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. There were none to be seen. The scout had consumed much time in his search, and, as the sun was now touching the horizon, he decided that he had better retrace his steps back to the camp, and take counsel with Wild Bill, Wharton and the other scouts, as to the making of a more thorough search for the missing border king. He was returning toward his horse, when he was star tled by the sudden whirr of arrows and the crack of a rifle. Two of the arrows were well aimed. One struck him on his belt buckle, and snapped in halves as it struck the metal. The other stuck in the leather strap which swung over his shoulder, to which his rifle had hung before he left it with his saddle. The arrow cut half through the leather strap and pene trated his hunting jacket and shirt. The barbed point wounded him slightly, but was checked by striking a rib. But there had been a shot, as well, and the bullet had whizzed through the scout's sombrero. Texas Jack, like all the otrer noted scouts with whom he associated and among whom he was a leader, was a man of quick thought and action. He realized in a moment that he had at least three dangerous enemies to deal with, and that they had the drop on him. They had fired one volley, and were now, doubtless, waiting to see the result. If it was not satisfactory to them, they w9uld fire again, as quick as a flash. There was no cover or hiding place within twenty yards. He dare not wait even to look around for his foes. He must use strategy at once. Texas Jack dropped to the ground like a log, and, after writhing in apparent agony for a few moments, he I lay still-as still as if he had been shot But in that moment seeming death agony he had managed to draw his and turn on his side so that he faced in the direction from which the missiles of his enemies had come. Then he waited, still as a tiger about to spring, grimly resolved to have vengeance for the attack that had been made upon him. CHAPTER XL TEXAS JACK "PLAYS POSSUM." Texas Jack had hardly fallen to the ground before he heard three loud yells of triumph. He recognized them as the war cry of the Comanches and he rejoiced in the thought that he had, apparently, only three foes to deal with. He lay motionless, his revolver hidden by his arm, but the butt within reach of his hand. His eyes were almost J' closed, but through a narrow slit he could see all that went on. His figure was as still as though, in reality, the life had left it, and he had assumed the rigid position of a man suddenly shot down. Texas Jack w as a clever actor, and the sudden peril in which he was placed inspired him to act as he never acted before. But every sinew and muscle in his body was nerved to its full tension, ready to act on the instant. The scout had not long to wait. Soon his half-closed eyes saw three figures advancing toward him. One was that of a chief, in full war paint and feathers, and the others were those of two young braves. It was the chief w!10 carried the rifle, while th were armed only with bctWs and arrows. As they approached Texas Jack, their forms were boldly outlined against the setting sun. The redskins came on boldly and unsuspectingly. They felt sure they had killed their game, and that all they had to do now was to lift the scalp. But for once Indian cunning had been overmatched, and a paleface was the more crafty. Texas Jack "played possum" so well that the three Indians were within a dozen feet of him before their keen eyes noticed a twitch of his right hand and arm. They stopped dead in their tracks, as if they, too, been shot; and in a second their hands went to their belts, to draw their tomahawks and finish their blood-. thirsty work. But that twitch was fatal to them, for it was the move ment by which Texas Jack grasped the butt of his re volver. Without moving from his recumbent position, the scout touched the hair trigger three times. Each shot followed the other so rapidly that the three reports were almost mingled into one. Before any one of the redskins could draw a weapon, he had met his fate. It was Texas Jack's turn now to shout. He leaped to his feet, with a triumphant yell, and promptly walked over to the three bodies, to make sure that the men were


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 23 really dead. He did not want them to be "playing pos sum" with him. There was no doubt about the matter. They were all stone dead. As Texas Jack bent over the three forms, saw that the redskins were all decked out in their finest ornaments. -, "They were going on some special m1ss1on, I the scout muttered to himself. "I wonder what it was? The chief looks like a big man in the tribe. Maybe he i$ Death Hanel himself. I'd better scout around, and whether there are any more of them. in the neighbor nood." Tex as Jack did so, and he soon discovered four Indian ponies which were hobbled a short distance from tht where his own horse wa$ staked out. He noticed that the ponies also were Jecked in their most brilliant trappings. He wondered, for a moment, where the man fot the irth pony 112!.ght be, and then he saw that the stirrup> were tied up. The animal was being taken as a Jed to carry some one back. "And they were going along that ridge trail when they came upon my horse, and simply laid for me," muttered Texas Jack. "I wonder whether they knew what has become of Buffalo Bill, and whether they were going for hi111. Something seems to tell me that he is not dead. There was much excitement in the camp at the news, and soon after daybreak Texas Jack rode off again, with a party of thirty scouts behirid him, among them being Bnffalo Bill's two greatest'. fri ends, Wild Bill and Nick Wharton. They were goirig to see whether they could not pick up the trail again, find ot1t what had become of their beloved chief, and rescue him, if he should stand in need of rescue. But the ingenuity'"of the mad wizard of the Coma9ches completely baffled even their trained eyes. They searched all day but they could not find the cave in which Buffalo Bill was shackled and awaiting a terrible death by torture vVhat his fate would have been, had it not been for a lucky encounter which is to be related in the next chapter, one shudders to contemplate. CHAPTER XII. BUFFALO BILL RESCUED. It was with a feeling of despair in their hearts that Wild Bill and Texas Jack gave tht: word to camp and cook supper toward the close of the afternoon. They had searched for the trail all day in vain, and they feared that Cody, a "fter passing through numberless perils safely had met his doom at last. Silently and sadly, the men lighted fires and prepared wonder whether he can have fallen into the power of to camp for the night. Texas Jack, well aware of the that madman again? "Well", I had better hurry back to the camp, with these fine trappings and ponies. and get the boys together, so that we can make a thorough search." ln the gathering twilight, the scout hastily eat his i>upper, and then fastened tbt Indian ponies together. took the arms and ornaments of the dead Indians as signs of his prowess, and rode off, leading Jthe ponies. The night soon grew dark, but he was too good a scout to care for that, and he went along at a brisk canter, without the slightest fear of iosing his way. It was after midnight. when he found the camp, and drew rein quickly at the sharp command: "Halt! Hands up!" "Hello, Wild Bill! You keep good watch!" shouted s Jack. In a few moments he was face to face with his friend, and was telling him all about his figh1t with the Indians and his : mysterious loss of Buffalo Bill's trail. dangers to which they were exposed in the enemy's coun try, posted sentries, and warned them to be thoroughly on the alert. The scouts had not camped more than half an hour be fore one of the sentries came hastening in with the re port that from his "post on a nearby ridge he had seen a party of Indians approaching. They were coming straight in the direction of the camp, he said. Wild Bill and 1Texas to the point where f the man had been stationed, first sending out to call in the other sentries. When they got to the ridge and looked cautiously over it, they saw a party of about a redskins coming towa -rd them. They were nearly a mile but the keen eyes of the scouts saw that they had in their midst, boupd upon a horse, a white man. He was being taken along with them as a prisoner. -The two men looked at on'e another in breathless ex citement. They wete so ov ercome at the sight-by the


24 THE BUFl'ALO BILL STORIES. phenomenal luck which had come to them in their mo ment of despair-that they hardly dared to speak. "It must be Cody," muttered Texas Jack, hoarselv. "It looks like him," said Wild Bill. "And the redskins are coming straight into our hands. They haven't the least smpicion. 1 "We can ambush them and rescue him before they re alize what has happened. They are riding along in a bunch, and they haven't even sent scouts out to clear the way for them;. The chief in command of that party can't have very much Texas Jack thought swiftly for a moment, and then he burst out: "I see it all now! Buffalo Bill was captured and hid den away somewhere. They sent that party of three whom I killed so that they could take him to the retreat of the tribe and torture him to death at their leisure. That was the meaning of the led horse "Those three braves didn't back, and then this other party was sent out to do the work. \Vhat splendid luck We might have searched for him for a month without finding him, and now they are leading him straight into our hands !", ; You have hit it right, but we have no time to stay here talking. We must hurry back and post the men for an ambush." The two scouts hastened back to their comrades, and it was not long before all the arrangements for surpris ing the Indians had been made. Luckily, the fires .were burning very brightly, the wood being dry, and they were sending up little or no smoke. As the sun was still shining brightly, the glare of the flame could not be seen at arly distance, even by the sharp eyes of the Comanches The ground was thickly covered with bushes, so that it was easy for all the to take' c over near the crest of the ridge toward which the Indians were riding. Breathlessly they for their foes to approach. The Comanches came riding on swiftly. They were evidently anxious to reach the rendezvous of their tribe b e fore night drew in. Soon they came within range, but not a shot was fired at them by the hidden scouts. Wild Bill had realized, with the quick eye of the born soldier that the victory mt1st be instant and complete -or els.e worthless. Every one of the Indians would have to fall at the first volley, or Buffalo Bill's life would be placed in-ter rible danger. If even a single brave survived the first shower of bul lets, he would probably take revenge by burying his toma hawk instantly in the skull of the captive. This thought had made Wild Bill caution his comradec; not to fire a single shot until the Comanches were right in their midst. The result fell out as he anticipated. The redskins rode 11nsuspectingly into'9:he ambush, and the first ;ntimation they had of the presence of their hidden foes wa5 the sharp crack of the rifles of Wil Bill and Texas Jack, almost simultaneously. The rep ort had not died away before all the other scouts pressed the triggers of their rifles. The Comanches, caught in a perfect death trap, reeled from their saddles. Eac? of the scouts had drawn a careful bead upon his man, cfnd, as the part y of Indians was inferi o r in n\1m hers to the white men. some of the for more than one rifle Not one of them .es caped from that terrible volley, and all save two were killed outright. But, one of these two happened to be the brave who was riding alongside Buffalo Bill and leading his horse by a lariat. A bullet struck this man in the chest, but did not wound him mortally. He reeled for a moment, and then regained his seat upon his horse. Quick as a flash, he turned toward his captive, and whipped out his <;calping knife from his belt. It flashed' aloft in the sunlight, but before it could de scend three rifles spoke again. and the Indian fell to the earth, with the top of his head almost <>hot away. f -Texas Jack, Wild Bill and Nick Wharton had seen the peril of the king of the s.couts in the same instant, and they had been quick to save him. Almost at the some moment, the surviving Indian was dispatched by a bullet from the rifle of one of the other scouts. The victory was complete. Not fl single redskin in the party was left alive. Wild Bill rushed forward to Buffalo Bill; and the rawhide ropes with which he was tied on the horse he was riding. His wrists were also tied, and he had been to do anything to save himself -as power1


THE BUFLt\LO BlLL STORIES. ..Ae'ss as he was when he was confined in the cave with chains by the mad wizard. His comrades warmly congratulated him, and Jed him back to the fires which they had kindled, and which were still blazing merrily. They ate the supper which had ---been interrupted by the approach of the Indians, and eagerly demanded an account of Cody's adventures. He told them how he had been taken prisoner by tile mad wizard and shackled in the mysterious cave. He had waitecl there for many hours, a prey to the most gloomy thoughts. If he did not perish there of hunger and thirst, he expected to be fetched by the In "'Gians to suffer death with the most hideous tortures. He was surprised that they were so long in coming, but the delay was explained by Texas Jack's encounter with the first party of three braves. It was clear that when this party did not return to the ndians' rendezvous in due time, a second, and stronger, party was sent. This party had struck the chains off Buffalo Bill, rawhide thongs and forced hifn to ride off with them, only to fall into the hands of the scouts and to meet their doom. "I only wish that madman had been with the party," said Buffalo Bill, as he concluded his story. "He is the most dangerous man in the tribe, just as Red Cloud told me. "I guess the country is full of roving bands of In dians. We had better camp here for to-night, and do some scouting in the morning, to see what we can find out about their movements, before we return to the colonel." CHAPTER XIII. A RACE FOR LIFE. Wh;rt, meanwhile, had become of the mad wizard of the Comanches ? Crazed by his insane hatred of the whites, he had been working hard to rally the redskins after their ter rible di:;feat1 and to inspire them to strike another blow at the soldiers. It was no easy task. The memory of the execution done by the artillery, to say nothing of the rifles handled so ].merringly by the scouts, lingered in the minds of the Comanches, and made them reluctant to face the white men again. But Evil Spirit possessed remarkable power dver the Indians, and by alternately promising them victory through his supposed mag.i, c aJts and threatening them with the curses ot the Manitou if they disobeyed him, he at last prevaiJed on to do his will. The war council at which the decision to attack the whites again was arrived at had hardly broken up when a couple of redskin scouts came riding in to report that they had discovered the party headed by Texas Jack and Wild Bill. The news of the total annihilation of the party of braves who had set out to fetch Buffalo.. Bill to the camp was greeted with loud cries of rage by the Indians, and, stirred up to a pitch of frenzy by the exhortations of the mad medicine man, they at once determined that they would have revenge on the scouts, even if they could not have it on the larger body of soldiers. The result was that, a few hours after daybreak, when Buffalo Bill and his i::omrades were about to set forth on their scouting expedition, they saw a party of nearly three hundred Indians advancing over the ri'1ges to at tack them. Fortunately, they were warned in plenty of time by the watchful men on guard. It was out of the question to think of standing up to such a large war party and fighting it with the small force at their command. The only thing to do was to seek safety i'n flight; and, if their horses were not swift enough to shake off pur suit, then they !11ust make a stand at some point of vantage. It was the work of a few moments only to saddle the horses, mount and ride away at a smart gallop. Looking back as they crossed the top of a ridge, Buf, falo Bill saw that the redskins were in full cry after them. They had seen the hurried retreat, and put forth the best speed )1orsef to _prevent their intended prey from escaping them. '""' '' I Texas Jack told him, as they sped along side by side, that the troops were to have moved away on the previous , day further into the Comanche country, to destroy several small villages. They were now, in all probability, at least fifty miles distant. The scouts the hills, passed through canyon after canyon, and at last into the open plain. Mile after mile was passed at a great rate, but still \11e Comanches clung doggedly to their heels, and at last '


26 THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. it was evident that the best-mounted among them were rapidly gaining. Some of the white men, having fine horses under them, L could have ridden away frQm tj-ie rest and soon placed themselves beyoi:d all of J?Ursuit. / But three .or of scout!? were badly mounted, and, though they urged their horses to the uttern;ost, they kept the rest back. In that gallant company of frontiersmen there was not one man who would care to save his own scalp by abandoning his comrades. "It's no good Bill!" gasped Texas Jack, at last, look ing round and seeing that the Comanches were swiftly coming up. "We must make a fight for it. We'll all go under, I reckon, but we'll send some of those red vermin to their happy hunting grounds first!" "Look ahead!" said Cody, waving his hand to an ob ject far off on the distant rim of the prairie. "Thunder!''. yelled Texas Jack, as his keen eyes caught sight of the object to which his friend pointed. "It's a stockade !" "A deserted one, probably," remarked the king of the scouts, calmly. "I have heard that there is one in this s ection of the country, though I never saw it. It was bui1t by a party of settlers, who afterward moved off to find a less troubled territory to live in "It's strange that the Indians did not set fire to it, but it's lucky for us. We must reach .that stockade, even I if we kill some of the horses to do it. Once there, we may be able to stand off the till the colonel sends a party back to look for us-or until they get tired of the busine_ss." "How far off 1s the st9ekade1 do you reckon?" asked Texas Jack. "Fully ten miles, I should say. Dol\'t you make it all of that?" "Yes. I doubt if we last the distance." "We will have to!" said the border king, with grim determination. ,"I wish c had brougl: some of the ponies of those ndskins yqq yesterday along with us. Then we would be able to ren1ount the men whose norse s are fagged. In the haste of their departure, they had not thought of doing this. Each man had simply vaulted into a sad dle and ridden off at top speed, leaving the Indians' ponies behind. Buffalo Bill had taken one of them-the best-and be__ found that it was superior to the animals ridden by most of his comrades. He rode back along the line of his comrades, pointed out the stockade to them, and urged them to make des perate efforts to gain it, even if they killed their horses in so doing. With this goal in front of them, their eyes brightened, I and they lost the look of grim but hopeless resolve which they had hitherto worn when they saw how the Indians were gaining on them. They had been looking but now they nerved themselves for a fight for life. difference in spirit is a great one, tionally brave men as these frontiersmen were. The Comanches continued to gain, arid presently Buf I falo Bill decided that some effort must be made to check I I them. Calling to Wild Bill and two of the best-mounted I among the scouts to follow him, he rode back along his ....... and soon came within range of the leading redskins. Yelling with the expectation of a speedy revenge, they charged at the top of their speed toward the four scouts. The rifles of the latter spurted Jlame, and four of the foremost savages seen to reel from their .. Three of them never stirred again, but the fourth rose to his feet and limped to the rear, where he was picked up on the saddle by another brave. The advance of the Comanches was checked, but only for a moment. They spread out in a crescent, and came sweeping down on the scouts as swiftly as before. more shot boys, and then we must make tracks!" ' cried again lifting his rifle to his shoulder. It was high time, for more a score of the Co manches were already, the fire. Their bullets


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 27 were badly aimed, but some of them whizzed in unpleasant proximity to the galla _nt scouts. A second volley was fired, with an effect as fatal as the first, and then Buffalo Bill turned his horse's head dug in the spurs. His companions followed his example, but they were not all to escape unscathed. The man riding by Cody's side suddenly gave a low groan and rolled heavily out of his saddle. Quick as a flash, the border king reined up, jumped o the ground and lifted his comrade in his arms. It was useless. A single glance showed him that the poor fellow was they reached the goal of their hard ride, and one of them died in a few moments. "We can make a good stand here," said Buffalo Bill as he watched the disappointed savages circling round the little stronghold on their horses, well out of rifle range. "If we have to go under, we can, at least, make them pay dearly for our scalps." CHAPTER XIV. THE MAD WIZARD' S FATE. The Coma11ches presently withdrew and held a council of war. riead. He had been shot clean through the heart. Looking through a pair of field glasses lent him by dy remounted in a second, and caught up his com. Jack, to whom they had been given by one of the panions with a few bounds of his horse, for they had turned to await him. by this delay, had drawn peril ously near, and they whooped with savage joy when they saw the scout fall. But, if they thought they had the others at their mercy, they soon discovered their mistake. All of the three were very well mounted, and slowly drew away until they were out of range. they In a few minutes more they had caught up with the rest of their party, who were now drawing near to the stockade. . Buffalo Bill and Wild Bill raced at top speed toward jthe' little fort. They wanted to reach it and swing open the door, which was probably rusty and hard to move, so that there r .:ould be no delay when the rest of the party got there, with the redskins at their heels. They were in better luck than they had expected. When they got to the stockade, they found that it was strongly built and of fairly large dimensions. The door, though 1 it had stood long closed, .was not difficult to open, as the hinges were of wood, as well as of the structure. It could be bolted on tht. inside with heavy blocks of timber. Soon -all the men and their horses were inside. Two 0 the poor animals collapsed from sheer exhaustion as army officers during the campaign, Buffalo Bill saw that his old enemy, the mad wizard, was among the group of chiefs who were debating together as to the best course to pursue. The border king guessed, from the motions they made as they talked, that most of the chiefs and head braves were opposed to trying to storm the stockade. They probably feared that it would cost them the loss of too many warriors, and they were in favor of waiting until darkness fell. But Evil Spirit was of a different mind. "Great heavens!" exclaimed Buffalo Bill, as he watched the madman narrowly through the glasses. "He is crazier than ever See He' is talking to them now, and absolutely barning afl the mouth! He evidently wants them to attack us at once. "He sees red, sure enough Ha! He is bringing them round to his view. They are jumping up and shouting and brandishing their tomahawks. They will soon try to rush us. "That fellow must have a wonderful over them, to make them ready to dash upon their death in such a crazy fashion." "He shall get my first bullet!" said Wild Bill, grimly. T Soon the advanced against the stockade, with a recklessness of danger which the scouts had never seen equaled in all their experience of border warfare.


THE BUFFALO BILL STORIES. The y s eem e d to have lost absolutely all regard for th e ir f ear o f dan ger. The mad wizard had evidentl y infected them with his I own crazy fanaticism They raced up to the stockade on horseback, dis mounted when the y were within about twenty yards of it, and failin g t o burst in the heavy door hacked aw a y at the fas t e nin gs which bound the palisades to g ether, using their t o mahawks for this purpose. Of course meanwhile, the men of the little garrison wer e not idle Firin g fa s t and accuratel y they sent many of the red enem y t o th e ground but the slaughter only seemed to incite the re s t to a keen e r pitch o f sava g e fury. The mad wizard wa s foremost in the fray, moving hither and thither with the agility of a panther and spur rin g th e braves t o almost superhuman exertions to hack down the stout pali s ades. H e wa s fired at again and a g ain and wounded in sev eral places but he seemed to bear a charmed life. Now they found o ut their mis take, and all the fighting s pirit seemed to l e ave them Pursued by a hail of bullets, they fled back to their horses, and rode away all that were left of them. They had lost more than sixty men in their vain assault. De.at0 Hand had fallen, as well as Evil Spirit. Once again, spurred on by a young chief, they ad vanced to the attack, but they had no real heart for it, and were easily driven back. Then they came to the conclusion that the scalps of the scouts would cost them too dearly, and they slowly rode away Buffalo Bill and his comrades did not leave their stronghold for several hours, but, when they were sure that the enemy had really retreated, they resumed t .._ journey and caught up with the little army under Col. Kent o n the following day. /. ,;;Further punishment was inflicted on' nches sev e ral small engagements and they were soon glad to beg for peace, and give hostages for their good behavior Though covered with blood from head to foot, his in the future. strength and energ y did not s e em to flag for a moment. At la s t a big section of the wall of the stockade went down with a loud cra s h The Comanche warri o r s swarmed throu g h the gap, yelling their war cry, but they were m e t with a hail of bullets by Buffalo Bill and his companions. Evil Spirit l e d the ons lau g ht brandishing an enor mous tomahawk, which mos t warriors would have found it difficult eve n to lift. He wa s one o f th e first to fall in tpe breach. Buffalo Bill and Te x as Jack shot at him together, and both of their bullets lodged squarel y in his forehead. The Comanches falling on every hand under that ter rible fire, were s eized with a sudden panic when they saw the death of their maniacal leader. They had thought that he was invulnerable-that the Great Spirit had taken him under his special protection, and he could not be slain by the white men whom he Buff alo Bill, Texas Jack and the other scouts subse quentl y had many other, and equally thrilling, adventures, some of which will be told in future stories in this library. But, amid them all, the king of the scouts never forgot his s trange experiences with Evil Spirit the mad wizard of the Corrianches the onl y man who twice managed to vanquish him and make him a prisoner. THE END. No boy who loves bright and breezy, stirring an q thrill ing es of Western adv e nture sho uld omit to secure a cop y of the next stor y in the BUFFALO BrLL LIBRARY, No. 226, "Buffalo Bili on a Traitor's Track; or, The White Chief of the Crows." The king of the scouts had some remarkable adventures while tracking down a renegade white man who had become a chief of the Crow tribe, and had stirred them up to fight the whites. These adventures are f hated so bitterly. told in next week's stor y ... Beware of Wild West imitations of the Buffalo Bill Stories. They ere about fictitious characters. The BuffalD Bill weekly is the only weekly containing the adventures of Buff4lo Bill, (Col. W. f. Cody), who Mi known all over the world the_iiatl of KOUts. /r


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